虎威长老的怒吼，像炸雷一样在演武场上炸开，震得林尘的脑袋嗡嗡发响。他趴在地上，鼻尖被那根粗糙的牛皮鞭子戳得生疼，像被针扎一样，一针针往肉里钻。但说实话，这点疼跟丹田被废的剧痛比起来，简直就是挠痒痒。

林尘闭上眼睛，脑子里乱糟糟的。丹田被废，意味着他废柴的人生到了尽头。在这个修仙的世界里，没有实力，连狗都不如。他想起爹娘被追杀的场景，想起虎威长老当初信誓旦旦说只要他努力练功，就能保护他，结果呢？一场空！

“想不想练功？”虎威长老的声音再次响起，带着不容置疑的威严。

林尘猛地睁开眼，眼神里闪过一丝不甘。他不想死，不想成为别人脚下的踏石。他想站起来，哪怕是用爬的，也要走到最后。

“想！”林尘咬着牙，从地上爬起来，声音嘶哑，但坚定。

虎威长老冷哼一声，带着几名执法弟子离开。林尘瘫坐在地上，捂着受伤的丹田， leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

The sun was setting, the golden light洒满演武场, creating a warm but lonely atmosphere. Lin Chen felt a sense of desolation wash over him. He thought back to how many times he had been teased and ridiculed because of his lack of cultivation base. Everyone thought he was a good for nothing. Even his own family, they...

Suddenly, his fingers touched something cold. He looked down and saw a small piece of jade in his hand. It was a plain, unadorned piece of jade, about the size of a thumbnail. He picked it up and held it closely.