The guards push the cultivator into the prison. His hands are chained and he is angry, his face red and twisted. He shout so loud.
"This city will pay! I will kill all the men, I will kill everyone in this city! If my cultivation was not sealed, none of you can touch me!" he laugh like crazy, echo inside the prison.
One guard shout back. "Shut up! Shut your dirty mouth, cultivator! You don't know who you are facing! Our leader, our captain… he is the Immortal Slayer! The first man who kill a Foundation Building cultivator with only his mortal body!"
But the cultivator just laugh more. "Hahaha! Foundation Building? Just ants in my eyes! Do you guards even know my realm? I am Tribulation Realm! Remember this! I will have my revenge, I will destroy this city! Hahaha!"
The guards look afraid but they still try to be strong. His laughter keep echoing.
Time Skip
The hall is full of people. Bright lanterns, wine, food, laughter. It was a celebration.
My sister was in the center. She was the star. Sixteen years old and already a genius, strong in martial arts. My brother was there too, even if he is only second-rate, still stronger than me.
And me… I am the youngest. No talent. No power. Just nothing. I stand there and watch them. I have nothing… but I… I will…
"Everyone! The Captain is here!"
The guards announce my father. The whole place stand up. He enter, everyone respect him. They call him Captain, but also Immortal Slayer. He walk to the big chair, elders sit beside him.
"My eldest daughter," my father said. "Today she comes of age. Today we honor her."
Everyone cheer. Everyone drink. Everyone happy.
Except me.
I sit alone in the corner. I eat quiet. Nobody look at me.
I walk outside. The night is cool. The stars bright. I take a deep breath. "Someday…" I whisper.
I go back to my room. My sword is there. I pick it up. I swing. Once. Twice. Again.
My arms hurt. My body sweat. But I don't stop.
I have no talent. I have no gift. But I will train. I will train endlessly, until the end