Salto Profundo

Gujia Residence, bathed in the first rays of morning light, yet the gloom in Gu Xuan’s heart remained unshaken.

Today was the day when the family distributed pills—a precious chance for every Gu scion to advance their cultivation. Yet for Gu Xuan, it was nothing but an unavoidable walk of shame.

At just fifteen or sixteen, Gu Xuan ranked at the very bottom among his peers; the title of “good-for-nothing” clung to him like a shadow.

Dragging heavy steps, he walked slowly toward the pill distribution site, enduring nothing but looks of contempt and disdain from those around him.

“Look, isn’t that Gu Xuan? Why is he back again?”

“Hmph, he’s got some nerve. Shows up every month to get his pills, but his cultivation never improves in the slightest.”

“The Third Elder is too soft-hearted—why keep giving him a share? It’s a complete waste!”

The sharp, mocking words pierced Gu Xuan like arrows. He bit down hard on his lower lip, his face flushed, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“Next…”

At last, it was Gu Xuan’s turn. He drew in a deep breath, swallowed his humiliation, and bowed respectfully to the Third Elder, then offered a slight smile to Gu Ling’er, who stood beside him.

Gu Ling’er was one of the few in the family who treated him kindly, and at this moment, her eyes shone with encouragement.

“Mm…” The Third Elder nodded slightly, signaling Gu Xuan to step forward.

Just as Gu Xuan reached out his hand, a broad, rough arm shot out and seized him by the wrist.

Gu Xuan turned to