Inside the council hall of the Ye Clan, the atmosphere was heavy.
Several elders sat above, while Ye Feng stood below.
"What should we do about Ye Feng?" Elder Ye Xuan asked calmly.
"What else is there to discuss? A five-element root is useless," one man sneered. "Giving him resources is a waste."
"Agreed. Resources should go to the talented," another added.
"Ye Lin has dual roots. He has potential. We can't afford to waste resources."
Their words were cold and decisive.
Ye Feng stood silently.
He already knew what this meant.
"Do you have anything to say?" Elder Ye Xuan looked at him.
Ye Feng shook his head.
"No."
In this world, without strength, words meant nothing.
"Very well."
"From today on, you will no longer receive cultivation resources."
"You will move to the outer yard."
"And from now on, you are just an ordinary clan member."
That was the final judgment.
The outer yard was much poorer.
Broken houses, thin spiritual energy.
Ye Feng entered his small room.
A bed. A table. Nothing more.
"So this is reality…"
He sat down quietly.
Days passed.
No one cared about him.
Some even mocked him openly.
"A five-element trash."
"He can't even enter the training hall."
"He'll stay useless forever."
Ye Feng ignored them.
During the day, he worked.
At night, he cultivated.
Even though it was extremely difficult.
He didn't give up.
That night—
He sat cross-legged, absorbing spiritual energy.
But it quickly became chaotic.
He failed again.
"Still too hard…"
He opened his eyes.
Sweat covered his forehead.
Then—
A voice sounded in his mind.
[System connection… 78%]
Ye Feng froze.
His heart began to race.
"Almost…!"
For the first time—
Hope appeared in his eyes.
In the silent night,
No one knew—
A change was about to begin.