C1 Long Yan (1/2)
Cloudy Mist Mountain, whether or not it rose amidst the clouds and mist, the precipitous cliffs, and the precipitous mountain forests.
A youth around fifteen to sixteen years old with a nimble mind and wearing a tiger skin shirt, carrying a fifty kilogram wide axe on his back, was rapidly cutting through the forest. His right hand abruptly pushed up against the barricade in front of him, traversing several Zhang of deep trenches.
”Hah!”
The flying youth raised his axe and stood still. A majestic force came from his waist as he swung his right hand.
”Bam!”
The axe in his hand flew out and cut through the air. It went through dozens of meters and crashed onto the ground. One of the cheetahs escaped by a fluke. It was like a startled bow. It desperately ran towards the precipitous cliff.
The teenager's eyes narrowed into slits and his teeth clenched together. His cold face became indignant and he was about to jump off the cliff to continue his chase when a pair of large hands grabbed him.
”Father, let me go.” The youth raised his head to look at his burly father, Long Yi. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a face full of wind and frost.
He was the current patriarch of the Longwu Family, Long Yi. His strength was at the eighth level of the Dragon Meridian.
”Yan'er, you're already pretty good.” After the middle-aged man finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed. With a swoosh, a stone flew out from his finger.
Shi Ziteng's zhen qi quickly flew over a hundred meters away. With a peng sound, it penetrated the stone hanging on the cliff and accurately shot into the head of the cheetah.
No matter how fast the cheetah was, it would eventually be unable to escape or die, and its corpse tumbled down a thousand feet into the abyss.
Long Yi looked at the teenager silently, ”Yan'er is extremely talented, but why is there not a single trace of soul power in his body? Could it be … He didn't dare to continue thinking about it.
Long Yan was sixteen years old and was born in the Longdu Town. This was a world where martial arts dominated everything, and power ruled over everything. If a person did not have a martial spirit, they would not be able to cultivate cultivation techniques, and their martial spirits and soul power would fuse together. Only then would they be able to comprehend and comprehend cultivation techniques, grasp their own soul power, and condense their true qi to display the strongest battle strength.
When he reached the age of sixteen, he would be able to sense the existence of a strand of soul power. In these ten years, he was treated as trash by his family's peers.
The nine stages of Body Tempering, Body Tempering, Spirit Movement, and Spirit Perception were called Body Tempering and were the basic attributes of the body. Long Yan currently stayed in his sturdy body because he could not feel his soul energy nor could he comprehend the essence of the spirit energy, and was ultimately unable to step into the first stage of the dragon meridian.
”Father, please go back. I would like to train for a while longer.” His grave face was filled with stubbornness, and the most eye-catching thing was his eyes. They were bright and full of spirit.
He sat cross legged, both of his hands in his dantian, then slowly adjusted his breathing, to make his own Qi more balanced, then gathered his energy and clenched his fists, suddenly, Long Yan punched out towards the air.
”Stabilize, hold, and refine.”
He yelled and punched several times. His body had reached a tough position and was strong.
Long Yan started to focus, but his body did not have any True Qi, he was agile, and his sense could not breakthrough. He couldn't feel a trace of soul power at all.
”Ah, why did it fail again!?” Long Yan roared towards the sky.
He tried and tried, and failed again and again. He was very frustrated and frustrated, ”Could it be that I really don't have a Martial Spirit? Why can't I cultivate it?!” I don't want to be the laughingstock of the family. ”
Dragon One sighed and shook his head, following which, a whistle sounded out. In the vast sky, a Divine Wind Eagle appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Long Yan with one hand and leaping up with the other, flying towards the Longdu Town. This Divine Eagle was extremely fast, completely comparable to a hurricane, something only a powerhouse like the Longwu Family could keep.
The three big powers of the Longdu Town, the Dragon and Xiao Families, and an organization called the Heretical Lotus Cult.
The domineering and solemn building, the elevated hallway, the imposing buildings, and the octagonal pavilions displayed the magnificent background of the Longwu Family.
The second day came, and Long Yan and his father walked into the Dragon Martial Palace together. Every part of the hall was carved with lifelike flying dragons, it was extremely magnificent.
At this moment, an old man with an extremely sharp gaze and a white beard was seated in the great hall. No one present dared to look at him.
He was domineering, with a terrifying cultivation base that was unfathomable.
Long Clan Ancestor stood up and looked down, following which his gaze landed on Long Yan.
Long Yan exerted strength into his back, and with a swish, he somersaulted. He drew an arc in the air above the great hall, and stood steadily in front of Long Clan Ancestor. There was not a single trace of fear in his eyes.
Long Clan Ancestor grabbed onto his body, raised him above his head and struck Long Yan's body with both hands. A wave of heat transmitted from Long Clan Ancestor's palms, following which Long Yan was put down.
”Yan'er, you …” The Long Clan Ancestor was shocked.
Long Yan looked at Long Clan Ancestor and became a little nervous. Because he had used too much strength, his tightly clenched hand pierced deep into the palm of his hand, bringing about a bit of pain.
”Grandfather, my Martial Spirit?”