Chapter 2 Just You Wait

• For a time, the country had been all abuzz. Queben was hailed as the top prodigy, receiving countless honors and unparalleled prestige.
• Following that, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. However, a major change occurred unexpectedly.
• When he was seventeen, he had been gravely injured during an outing by a mysterious person who was five cultivation levels ahead of him. His meridian was shattered, leaving him unable to continue his cultivation and forever stuck at Heavenly Gate Realm Level Four!
• The prodigy fell from grace, expectations turned into disappointment, praise became mockery, and what followed were vicious curses and oppression.
• He was demoted from being a core disciple to an inner disciple, and then to an outer disciple. In the end, it was his old friends in the sect who took care of him. They granted him the status of an outer sect elder, allowing him to pass his days in a daze.
• Nonetheless, Queben did not appear to care in the slightest. He also did not reside inside the sect. Instead, he built a cottage at the foot of the mountain and led a simple life.
• He also took on a disciple. It was the young boy, and his name was Francis Chevalier.
• Francis lacked potential, his meridian was blocked, his elixir field was as unyielding as iron, and his cultivation progress was exceptionally slow. Even after six years of diligent cultivation, he failed to reach Sky Gate Realm Level Two. He quickly became a laughingstock of Quadriga Sect's outer sect. Both he and Queben were even mockingly referred to as the “good-for-nothing duo.” However, Queben never shunned him. Instead, he patiently guided Francis as though the latter was his kin.
• Every day, Francis knelt before the grave, his gaze vacant and his face devoid of any expression. If it were not for the rise and fall of his chest indicating that he was breathing, one would undoubtedly think he was dead.
• In truth, he was cultivating the Bedoro Leaf Scripture that Queben had taught him. He did not know what was the use of the scripture. Having started cultivating it five years ago, he still showed no signs of improvement and was already considered a good-for-nothing by others. However, since that was what Queben had instructed, he would continue to practice it.
• Before long, rumors started to circulate within the Quadriga Sect that Queben's good-for-nothing disciple had gone mad.
• Following that, some of the disciples went to Queben's grave, hurling insults and vile curses at Francis. They even spat at him, but he gave no reaction.
• That made them grow bolder. They tore down Queben's cottage and pilfered all the treasures within. After all, Queben had been a prodigy in his time and had traveled far and wide. He had collected some impressive magical items and pills, all of which were now stolen. Francis, however, seemed to turn a blind eye, making no move to intervene and appearing utterly indifferent.
• Half a year later, a woman dressed in white showed up at the grave.
• The woman was in her mid-twenties, breathtakingly beautiful, and possessed an elegant and ethereal aura. She seemed like a celestial being among mortals. Her vital energy was also practically overflowing, which proclaimed that she was, at the very least, a Heavenly Gate Realm expert.
• She stood beside the grave, gazing at the headstone with mixed emotions.
• There was finally a reaction from Francis. He stared at her blankly, then sprang up suddenly and exclaimed in excitement, “You're Ms. Yvette Rosales!”
• He recalled catching a glimpse of her from afar when he and Queben had gone to the outer sect to collect spiritual stones five years ago. Back then, she had been surrounded by a large group of core disciples and inner disciples. Even the usually haughty outer sect experts had flashed her flattering smiles. She had not noticed Queben and him at all and had left with her head proudly held high.
• After returning that day, Queben had drunk himself into a stupor, and once he was thoroughly intoxicated, he began recounting his past with Yvette to Francis.
• Back when Queben was at his peak, there had been a young girl who would always trail behind him and call out his name sweetly.
• She was his junior, the equally gifted Yvette.
• With their looks and talent, the pair were once been considered a match made in heaven. Later on, they even braved the outside world together to hone their skills. That one time when Queben was seriously injured, it was because he had been protecting Yvette. Otherwise, he could have easily escaped unscathed.
• However, Queben did not say what happened afterward. When Francis asked him about it after he had sobered up, he refused to say anything more.
• Francis could not help thinking that perhaps she had come to pay her respects to Queben due to their close relationship in the past.
• However, his excitement was met with extreme indifference from Yvette. She merely swept her gaze over him and frowned immediately after. Given her level of cultivation, she could discern his cultivation level with a single glance. “Your meridian is blocked and your elixir field is as unyielding as iron, completely unopened. You're utterly unsuited for cultivation. What a good-for-nothing.”
• Her gaze was icy cold and filled with nothing but disdain as she looked at him.
• His body shook as though he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.
• She continued, “A good-for-nothing master is only capable of producing a good-for-nothing disciple. The two of you sure make quite the pair.”
• After saying that, she turned to leave without even looking at him.
• He clenched his fists as he watched her retreating figure. Just you wait! One day, I'll make you see me and my master in a new light!
• Five years passed by in the blink of an eye.
• That year, Francis was sixteen.
• The good-for-nothing Queben who passed away five years ago and his equally useless apprentice were all but forgotten by those in the Quadriga Sect.
• Under the night sky, Francis suddenly opened his eyes, a brilliant gleam flashing within them.
• He rose to his feet, turned to the headstone, and bowed respectfully. Then, he said in a low voice, “Master, five years have passed. I must follow your instructions and dig up your grave. I hope you won't hold it against me.”