### **Scheme 1: Emphasizing Internal Monologue & Reversal (similar to "I Was Dumped, He Went Wild" or "Reborn, I Fed My Cold-Blooded Uncle's Family to the Jail")** Golden energy pulsed violently on the measuring platform, finally coalescing into six dazzling lotus flowers. The elders’ faces were creased with joyous smiles, their whispers of praise for the Grand Luo Sacred Domain’s astonishing achievement filling the air. Yet, amidst the crowd, Mr. Kohl and his usually stern wife scoffed in unison, their cold gazes, like twin daggers, piercing directly at Sam, who stood at the edge of the light. “What good are six lotus flowers? That’s the Grand Luo Sacred Domain’s fortune, but what does it have to do with this waste?!” The wife’s scathing words, like poisoned arrows, shot straight at Sam. “If Su listened to you and married this good-for-nothing, her future and cultivation would be utterly stagnant!” [[AUDIENCE CHAT:]] * **OMG, this old hag is so vicious!** * **Sam, hit them back! Show them what a real genius looks like!** * **Su looks a bit disappointed, come on Sam!** Sam clenched his fists abruptly, his fingernails almost digging into his palms. His face was ghastly pale, as if drenched in ice water, self-doubt shadowing him, instantly engulfing him. He knew that with his current strength, a solo test would barely let him conjure even a single lotus flower. That feeling of powerlessness made his fingers tremble slightly. Mr. Kohl, seeing Sam’s reaction, curled his lip into a mocking sneer. His voice, though not loud, clearly reached everyone’s ears: “Instead of hiding behind the sect’s glory, why doesn’t he test himself? If he can conjure three lotus flowers, proving he’s not completely useless, then this old man will reconsider the marriage!” Su’s gaze finally landed on Sam, devoid of anger, only a chilling calm. “Regardless of the outcome, you should have the courage to try,” her voice was light, yet it pierced Sam’s heart like a needle. “If you lack even the guts to attempt it, you — are not worth another glance from me!” **Sam’s heart twisted in agony. She was disappointed. Did she truly believe he was a useless nobody?** A fire suddenly ignited in Sam’s eyes—the fire of a cornered beast, of dignity utterly inflamed by Su’s disappointment! He couldn’t let everyone look down on him, and he certainly couldn't let Su completely give up on him! He abruptly raised his hand, pointing at the Kohl couple, his voice filled with an unprecedented resolve and steeliness: “Fine! I’ll test!” “But the outcome of today, be it good or bad, has nothing to do with my Feila Sect! Nothing to do with my master! And even less with…” He stared fiercely at Su, every word squeezed from the depths of his soul, “And even less with you… none of you!” Without further hesitation, his aura abruptly shifted. He strode forward decisively, his right palm, imbued with a do-or-die determination, slamming onto the cold measuring disk! Everyone’s gazes were stunned by this sudden defiance, then fixed intently on the disk that was about to decide the young man’s fate. The air seemed to solidify, leaving only the faint hum of energy surging on the measuring platform, heralding an unknown storm… --- ### **Scheme 2: Emphasizing Character Conflict & Psychological Description (similar to "My Whole Family Listens to My Sister-in-Law" or "I Got Slapped by the Manager for a Bowl of Egg Fried Rice")** Golden energy pulsed violently on the measuring platform, finally coalescing into six dazzling lotus flowers. The elders of the Grand Luo Sacred Domain were flushed with delight, whispering excitedly; this astonishing achievement was worthy of being etched into the sect’s annals. Yet, amidst the jubilation, Mr. Kohl and his stern-faced wife stood like two cold statues, their gazes sharp and scathing, pinned directly on young Sam, as if he were an unwelcome interloper. “What good are six lotus flowers? That’s our Grand Luo Sacred Domain’s fortune, but what does it have to do with this… good-for-nothing waste?!” The wife’s shrill voice mercilessly tore through the hall’s festive air, every word a poisonous barb aimed at Sam. “If Su were to believe your sweet nothings and marry an imbecile who can’t even secure his own cultivation, her future and prowess would be utterly stagnant!” Sam’s back stiffened, his throat felt constricted, and his breathing grew difficult. His face instantly turned ashen, that gnawing sense of inferiority surging through his limbs, almost drowning him. He knew full well that if this light wasn’t the result of the sect’s combined efforts, he himself, testing alone, would likely fail to conjure even a single lotus flower. His fingertips trembled, clenching into a death-grip beneath his robe, nails digging into flesh, a sharp, searing pain. Seeing Sam’s “cowardly” demeanor, Mr. Kohl’s mockery deepened in his eyes. He sneered, a dismissive grunt escaping him: “Instead of hiding behind the sect’s glory, he should test himself. If he can conjure three lotus flowers, proving he’s not entirely useless, then this old man will consider…” He drew out the word, his gaze sidelong, his meaning all too clear. Su’s gaze finally swept over Sam, devoid of anger, only a chilling, almost cruel serenity. The disappointment radiating from her eyes wounded Sam more deeply than any verbal abuse. “Regardless of the outcome, you should have the courage to try.” Su’s voice was light, yet each word was a knife, plunging directly into Sam’s heart. “Sam, if you lack even the guts to attempt it, you — are not worth another glance from me!” That sentence, like a bolt of thunder, shattered all the shackles in Sam’s mind. He abruptly raised his head, the cowardice and self-doubt in his eyes instantly replaced by a rage on the verge of eruption. He couldn’t! He absolutely couldn’t let Su, let all these people who looked down on him, see such a pathetic version of himself! “Fine! I’ll test!” Sam’s voice was raspy, torn, yet exceptionally clear and firm. He pointed abruptly at the Kohl couple, a gesture of unprecedented defiance! “But the outcome of today, be it good or bad, has nothing to do with my Feila Sect!” He spoke each word distinctly, as if declaring a severance. “Nothing to do with my master! And even less with… even less with you… absolutely nothing to do with any of you!” As his words fell, his aura abruptly transformed, as if breaking free from some unseen restraint. He no longer hesitated, striding forward decisively, each step imbued with a do-or-die determination. His right palm slammed onto the cold measuring disk, without a hint of hesitation! Within the grand hall, everyone’s breath hitched, their gazes like burning embers, fixed intently on the disk that was about to decide the young man’s fate. The air seemed to solidify, leaving only the faint hum of energy surging, heralding an unknown storm about to descend… Ian Colt, a genius Jade Sect apprentice, ascends to the Sky Realm after just 20 years of cultivation. Believing there's nothing more to teach him, his mentor, Sean Judd, tricks Ian into leaving for the mortal realm.There, Ian encounters Jim Cole, whose life is on the line. Despite the efforts of three skilled doctors, none can save him, leaving his daughter, Sue Cole, desperate. Ian successfully saves Jim.