C1 (1/2)

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight rose from the east, passing through the mountain ranges that rose and fell, and sprinkling onto White Emperor City at the foothills, awakening this ancient city that had a long history.

In the early morning, a teenage boy with his hands wrapped in thick strips of cloth and his thin upper body was practicing martial arts under a ten-meter-tall black pine tree in the White Emperor Martial Mansion.

”I don't have enough strength. Why have I been training bitterly for more than a year yet my strength still remains stagnant?” The youth's eyes were as black as ink and his face was as sharp as a knife. He muttered to himself unwillingly: ”Could it be that without a soul beast, I am destined to be a piece of trash?”

The young man practicing martial arts was called Ye Chenfeng and was a disciple of the Ye family, one of the four great families of Zi Jin Kingdom. However, he was not a direct disciple of the Ye family, but a child that the Ye family had picked up.

Although Ye Zichen's identity as the abandoned child was special, he had once brought pride and honor to the Ye family. When he tested the talent of a sixth-grade talent when he was six years old, he was able to shock the entire Violet Gold Imperial City.

In the Kingdom of Zi Jin, the majority of the people here didn't have talent for cultivation, but in the entire country of Zi Jin, not a single sixth-grade talent had appeared in hundreds of years.

It could be said that if all went well, Ye Chenfeng, who had a sixth-grade talent, would be able to enter the sect to cultivate without any suspense.

It was because of Ye Chenfeng's amazing talent that the Ji family, one of the four great families of Zi Jin Kingdom, was willing to risk marriage with the Ye family, allowing their princess, Ji Qingxue, who possessed a fifth-grade talent, to be engaged to Ye Chenfeng.

However, the heavens had played a huge joke on Ye Zichen. When he was thirteen years old and trying to awaken his soul beast, he unexpectedly discovered that his soul was unable to form a soul beast, and this kind of phenomenon rarely seen in a hundred years.

Possessing a sixth grade cultivation talent signified that Ye Chenfeng would have a glorious future, but in the Soul Dueling Continent, just having a cultivation talent was not enough. Only by fusing the talent and the soul, and forming his own soul beast, could he defy the heavens and become a soul cultivator.

Talent only determines the speed at which a soul beast absorbs soul power. Without a soul beast, no matter how talented it is, it's useless.

Just as Ye Zichen fell into the depths of life and became the laughingstock of the imperial city, his foster father died due to a strange illness. Meanwhile, he was expelled from his home by the Ye family.

After an unknown amount of time, he clenched his teeth, while Ye Chenfeng, who was training with all his might, had a deathly pale face. Sweat and mist intertwined, and they were unable to distinguish each other.

When he felt that his body was about to lose all of its strength, Ye Zichen had no choice but to stop practicing his martial arts and breathe heavily.

”Ye Chenfeng, you're actually still cultivating like a madman? Are you not resigned to your fate?” Are you using your potential like this just to get a reputation? Without a soul beast, you are destined to be a mortal. ”

At this moment, a girl with delicate skin and long black hair, dressed in a white floral dress, appeared behind him with a cold voice.

”I'm no longer a member of the Ye Family, you don't need to care about my life.” Ye Chenfeng raised his head, glanced at her, and replied plainly.

The girl that taught Ye Chenfeng a lesson was called Ye Ziling, she possessed a third-grade talent, a soul beast, a ferret, and at the age of sixteen, she was able to reach the fourth grade spirit beast level. She was worthy of being called a genius of the White Emperor Martial Palace, and also the precious daughter of the Imperial City's Ye family.

In addition to her extremely beautiful appearance and cold temperament, her body emitted a unique aura. Her clothes fluttered in the air as she stood in place, robbing away all of the brilliance.

”You've made a living. You dare to talk to me like that?”

Hearing Ye Zichen's cold reply, Ye Ziling frowned with a hint of anger.

”I just don't want you to waste your time on trash like me.” With that, Ye Zichen laughed mockingly at himself, then turned around and left without looking back.

As she gazed at Ye Zichen's lonely back, the anger on Ye Ziling's face disappeared. She sighed in her heart. She felt pity for him and also for the Ye Clan.

”I still have fifty taels of silver left. I can still purchase some cheap herbs to heal my wounds.”