Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!” After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed. However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.
Bu Liuqing rolled his eyes and said, "Although the aptitude of both of us is exceptional among the masses, our teachers weren't very outstanding. What's wrong for them to beat and scold us? There were so many brothers that were better than us who were dead now. It's very good that we're still alive. Yet you still have the heart to complain. If you still want to complain, who should the heap of bones underground find to complain?"
Ning Tianya sighed, saying, "It's strange. There're so many of our brothers whose aptitude was better than ours, but they just died."
Bu Liuqing snorted and said, "In the martial world, one has to depend on both capability and luck, not just aptitude; Aptitude is only one aspect. The most important thing is to put in efforts. Even if one is born a genius yet he sleeps every day, then he's no better than a pig. What's so strange if he dies?"