Rishi pondered the question again and again.
Why did the original owner of this body die despite having such a perfect life?
Soon, the memories gave him the answer.
And the truth made his heart tremble.
Rishi had been born with a special physique.
In the cultivation world, those born with special physiques were exceedingly rare. Every one of them was a heaven-defying genius, fiercely sought after by powerful sects and great families.
Such people were nurtured with limitless resources. Some forces even arranged marriages with them, hoping their descendants would inherit the same talent.
For any cultivator, possessing a special physique was a dream.
But for Rishi
It was a curse.
From the moment he was born, his father and the elders of the Pradhab Clan searched through countless ancient records, trying to identify what kind of physique he possessed.
They found nothing.
At first, everything seemed normal. But the moment Rishi began cultivating, something went terribly wrong.
Pain.
Unbearable pain spread through his entire body every time he circulated spiritual energy.
When he reported it to his family, they examined him carefully but found nothing abnormal.
As his cultivation increased, so did the pain.
During every minor and major breakthrough, the pain multiplied fivefold. Many times, he couldn't endure it and fell unconscious.
After countless discussions, the elders finally reached a conclusion௮
He must possess an unknown special physique.
To save him, the clan fed him heavenly and earthly treasures, hoping to suppress the pain.
But instead of helping
They only caused his cultivation to soar even faster.
Rishi was already a cultivation genius. With the Pradhab Clan's vast resources, his realm advanced rapidly௮even without much effort.
But the stronger he became, the more intense the pain grew.
At times, the agony drove him mad.
He would lose control, attack everyone around him, and destroy everything in his path only stopping once every drop of strength was drained from his body.
In the end, there was only one outcome.
He abandoned cultivation.
The clan elders were helpless. They could only sigh and call it fate.
From that day onward, Rishi cut off all contact with the outside world. Unless something important happened, he remained locked inside his room, isolated from everyone.
Time passed.
Those who once lagged far behind him had already advanced to higher realms, while he remained stagnant, unable to cultivate.
Some clan members pitied him.
Most mocked him behind his back.
But what hurt the most
Was that the followers of his own brother dared to insult him openly, right in front of his face.