Chapter 17

Zhang Xuan tried to sit down to cultivate, but then immediately stood back up. His mind was too much of a mess, an endless series of negative emotions that hindered his ability to cultivate himself. He was taken back to those feelings he had, the frustrations he felt, the unresolved doubts and anger he had inside of himself.

It bothered him and ate at him from the inside, like a worm trying to suck his attention span away. He would try to cultivate and then feel it stop him immediately. Cultivation was a process that was very sensitive, even the slightest interference would make it a great difficulty to preform.

Each attempt at cultivation began to feel more and more useless. The more he tried to cultivate, the more pushback he felt from within himself. He was not in the right mind, his head was in the clouds and kept rising further instead of grounding back into reality. He kept seeing even more images of the things that frustrated him in his life.

"Ugh. Again! Why can't I cultivate,