Chapter 1: My diary- A normal day of mine.

I am Yi Hua, a junior in "Hua Xian" sect from Mount Xiang. My life is not that good because no matter how much I practice or how hard I try, my cultivation is still low and everyone knows that in the martial arts world the strongest one wins and the weakest loses. I failed to create a cultivation base when I entered the sect because my energetic roots are blocked and I can't use my qi at all. In our sect the people like me are called failures and they usually do the daily chores for the other members. We are more like their servants, not like their comrades!

The weak people are bullied by everyone and they don't even get enough food because the resources are distributed in function of your contribution to the sect. What contribution can you make when you're not capable to go out on missions and you can only stay home to do the housework? Zero, of course! And.... because we're almost useless, we receive the worst treatment from everyone! For someone like me, working hard to please the elite is something normal because if they're satisfied I won't be expelled from this place. There's nothing I can cling onto, this is my only hope. Sometimes I feel tired of their pretentious demands or arrogant behaviour but I can't do anything about that, I can't change the rules. It's a fight for survival with your own kin.

I am doing my best to satisfy everyone because I don't want to leave the sect, I have no place to go.

I don't know my parents or if they're alive or not. I grow up in a group of beggars till the age of seven when I meet a master cultivator from Mount Xiang and I left the beggars to follow this man. This is how I ended up in this sect but after trying and failing to create a base cultivation, this master gave up on me but still let me to stay here.

Since then I had a horrible life because my classmates were always picking up on me, laughing of me and everyone saw me as a failure.

I got used with this treatment and I learned to endure every hardship and humiliation day after day. I have told to myself: "be strong, you're not the only one in this situation, there are others too"! Seven years have passed since I joined this sect, so I am currently fourteen years old. Even though I am one of the weakest people in this place, it seems that I have a good appearance and the males don't give me a hard time but this is also something that arouses the women's jealousy. Aproximatly all the people who are creating me troubles are women. They keep bullying me everytime they have the chance and without a good reason. These elite cultivators think that if they're powerful or gifted, they have the right to step over everyone else who's weaker than them. What a stupid thing! I really think that this sect's rules are all wrong and illogical but the weak people don't have the right to contest them.

I really wish I can be strong, I can be an elite cultivator who can accomplish many difficult missions and be rewarded and acknowledged by everyone here. I don't want to be a failure anymore. I wish I can be strong, strong enough to engrave my own name on the memorial rocks of the sect. Only thinking at that makes me forget about everything else!

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