The starting point is auspicious; the fiancée will not call off the engagement.

"Sasha, sasha, sasha"

The boy's deep roar echoed repeatedly in the training ground.

The people around him tacitly dispersed, giving the boy some space.

The martial arts instructor stood at the edge of the open space, arms crossed, looking helplessly at the boy.

Fang Zhou stood on the outer edge of the crowd, his gaze passing over the shoulders of the students in front of him and landing on the boy in the center of the open space.

The boy looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old. He stood on the ground, his hands clenched tightly, his ten fingers turning white from the effort.

His head was lowered, obscuring his face; all that could be seen was his shoulders trembling violently, veins bulging.

Fang Zhou frowned slightly and quietly focused his spiritual energy into his eyes.

The world in his field of vision suddenly changed. The spiritual array above the training ground was clearly visible, and the spiritual light of each person flickered in his eyes.

His gaze fell on the boy, whose spiritual light was complete and whose meridians were unobstructed.

Fang Zhou released his divine sense and swept it over the boy's soul.

The soul is also intact, without any breaks or signs of intrusion.

Fang Zhou withdrew his divine sense. His body was fine, and his soul was fine too. So the problem must lie at the mental level.

But that's not surprising. Cheng'an City has taken in too many pitiful people; eight out of ten children in the school were rescued from various dangerous situations by disciples of the Wansheng Sect.

Some were orphans who lost their parents in the war, some were survivors who were chased by monsters and survived by sheer luck, and some were simply dug out of piles of corpses.

Physical wounds can heal, but some things etched into the mind and memory cannot be easily erased.

"Everyone practice on your own first," the instructor's voice rang in everyone's ears, "Give Luo Chuan some space."

The students obediently dispersed, returning in twos and threes to various parts of the training ground, and resumed their fighting stances. A few younger students were still glancing back, but the older students next to them pressed their heads down and turned them back.

Fang Zhou was a little curious, as he, with his Dharma Aspect Realm cultivation, couldn't understand what was wrong with this young man.

Fang Zhou asked a boy beside him, "Hey classmate, what's wrong with this guy? Does he have some kind of illness that the physicians of the Myriad Saints Sect can't cure?"

In Cheng'an City, most medical care was handled by physicians from the Wansheng Sect.

Moreover, treatment is provided first, payment is made later, and even if you don't have money temporarily, you can pay in advance with interest rates so low they are practically nonexistent.

People living in the city generally don't worry about illnesses, and common and difficult diseases are not a big problem for cultivators.

The young man who had been spoken to by Fang Zhou was startled at first. He turned around and saw that it was an unfamiliar young cultivator. Somewhat awkwardly, he replied:

"His name is Luo Chuan. It seems he was attracted by a fragment of a primordial god. When the fragment tried to possess him, he was rescued in time by an elder from the Ten Thousand Saints Sect, after which he developed mental problems."

"Primordial gods?" Fang Zhou was a little puzzled. He had never known that there were any gods in this world.

"Primordial deities are creatures born naturally between heaven and earth, who are born with great power. They are mentioned in the 'Record of Dangerous Creatures' that we learned about in school."

The boy looked at him like he was a complete failure, "You don't even know this?"

"However, there are not many primordial gods left. Most of them have been shattered into pieces. But once they successfully seize a living being, they can be resurrected after a little time. That's why the school tells us to run away as soon as we see any fragments of primordial gods."

"In this hellish place, they even have resurrection matches."

Fang Zhou was greatly shocked, "Genshin Impact is indeed awesome."

The boy listened to Fang Zhou saying things he didn't quite understand, and silently took two steps to the side. Oh no, could it be another Luo Chuan?

Fang Zhou didn't care, after all, how could mortals understand the thoughts of gods?

"Hey, classmate,"

Fang Zhou pressed further, "If the primordial gods were so powerful, why were they shattered into pieces?"

The boy was stumped. He frowned and thought for a long while before speaking hesitantly:

"The school didn't go into detail about this. They just told us to run away as soon as we saw it, and that the rest would be taught in the sect history class after we joined the sect."

Fang Zhou listened thoughtfully. He knew this well; he didn't need to learn it, his high school teachers would cover it.

The boy's roars gradually subsided, his body was still trembling, but his clenched fists began to loosen.

The fragment possessed his body, was resurrected, and then suffered a mental breakdown.

These things, taken together, gave Fang Zhou a vague idea.

Luo Chuan's soul was intact, indicating that the attempt to possess him was indeed interrupted in time, and the fragments failed to truly invade his soul.

But the psychological trauma remained. Perhaps before the fragment was expelled, it had already left something deep in Luo Chuan's mind.

However, this is just speculation.

His understanding of the fragments of the primordial god was limited to the few words the boy had just spoken; he didn't even know what the fragments looked like or what their nature was.

"How long has Luo Chuan been in this state?" Fang Zhou asked again.

"It's been several months," the boy said. "The school doctor has seen him, and we've also asked the elders of the Wansheng Sect to come and see him, but they all said there's nothing they can do."

His soul and body are fine, but he just gets sick from time to time.

That was all we could do after that; when he had an attack, we had to give him some space and let him recover on his own.

Fang Zhou nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

In the center of the open space, Luo Chuan finally calmed down.

He raised his head, revealing a sweaty face, and his gaze gradually returned to focus from its dazed state.

The instructor patted him on the shoulder, helped him up, handed him a pill, and told him to rest in the shade of a tree.

Luo Chuan nodded blankly, walked to the shade of the tree and sat down. His hands were still trembling slightly, but his expression had returned to calm.

"Alright, everyone come here."

The instructor clapped his hands, gathering the students back to the center of the training ground. "Next, pair up for sparring. Remember, stop when you've made your point."

The students quickly dispersed, each finding their own partners. The boy who had spoken to Fang Zhou earlier subconsciously took two steps to the side, afraid of being assigned to a group with this newcomer who kept spouting strange things.

Fang Zhou wasn't in a hurry to find an opponent. He stood there and watched the teenagers in the arena pair up and start practicing.

Suddenly, he felt a gaze fall upon him.

Under the shade of the tree, Luo Chuan was looking at him.

A scrutinizing look flashed in those eyes that had just regained focus from their daze.

That expression lasted for less than half a breath before Luo Chuan lowered his head again, clasped his hands on his knees, and resumed his wooden demeanor.

Fang Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, and before he could think about it, a hand patted his shoulder.

"Brother Fang, the other students' cultivation levels are probably not as high as yours. How about I spar with you?"

Cheng Wenyuan walked up to him without him noticing.

Fang Zhou withdrew his gaze, looked at Cheng Wenyuan's mid-stage Spirit Aperture cultivation, and nodded.

I love overcoming adversity and achieving victory against all odds; after all, I'm a genius.