The Immortal Cultivator

ZHAN SHENG BURST into his room, his eyes blazing with anger. He was incensed by Zi Yin's righteous arrogance, and he couldn't contain his fury any longer. He had had enough of being belittled and disrespected by this self-righteous little shit, and he was determined to make him pay. Even after he administrated the Bamboo Shoots punishment, Zi Yin still managed to make him look weak because it didn't last long enough! Damn him! There was no way Zhan Sheng could win.

With a snarl, Zhan Sheng began tearing apart his room. He grabbed anything within reach and hurled it across the room, smashing vases and tearing down pictures. He kicked over furniture and smashed holes in the walls, venting his anger and frustration in a destructive frenzy.

A servant came in, falling to his knees. "My lord, please—"