Faced with Qin Jue's fierce sword momentum, imbued with the pressure of the Foundation Establishment stage, Lin Changsheng felt somewhat annoyed.

"So troublesome," he sighed lightly in his heart.

He realized that whether he was a "lucky" waste or a "gifted" genius, he couldn't avoid the mundane disturbances buzzing around like flies. He disliked this feeling. He desired a more absolute peace, one that no one would dare or be able to disturb.

For that, he needed a higher starting point, an identity with more "weight."