1 Zao Tian (1/2)

A long time ago ... A great war took place in the world; There were those who called themselves ancient gods, and a battle began against humanity. Virtually the entire human race has been exterminated, but the actual history of events has been forgotten for many years.

Today, 2 Million years have passed since the Great War ... And mankind has recovered. There are rumors all over the world that even the gods rebuilt their empire somewhere far away.

Today, the world is full of Demon Beasts, but humanity has the most diverse types of martial warriors, who with their forces keep away these beasts and even tame them. Villages, Provinces, Cities and Countries are scattered all over the world ...

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Golden Province

The day is sunny, thousands of people run from one place to another and go to various places in a merchant's square, the constructions are simple and without any extravagance in this village, small tents and tents are scattered on all sides and commercialized types of goods.

Zao Tian was standing in front of a tent admiring a long sword that was being sold there. His eyes glittered with desire to possess one of these Spiritual Swords, he imagined himself brandishing that sword and defeating formidable foes. Then he was cut off from his thoughts by the time he was heavily tossed to the side, falling hard on the ground.

A middle-aged man, followed by two more young men in white robes, snorted coldly and said, ”Get out of here, you filthy beggar, you will never buy anything in any of these stores, you must be here to steal something, I kill you here and now ... SUM! ”

Zao Tian was 15 years old, when he saw the tiger symbol on the mantle of the three, he was amazed as all the bones of his body trembled. That middle-aged man and the two young people belonged to the Tigre Branco family.

The White Tiger family possessed a power step in the Golden Province, it was a martial family and it had many spiritual cultivators. As for Zao Tian, ​​he was not a beggar, at least not completely.

Zao Tian was born into an ordinary family and had no spiritual veins, so he could not practice martial techniques.

All of the Zao family were like that, to survive, the men of the family work in the mines of red iron extraction, and the women, work in the spiritual medicine plantations of the province.

Zao Tian's mother died after being diagnosed with the Spiritual Plague. The Spiritual Praise is a curable disease that affects many workers in the spiritual medicine plantations every year, but the treatment costs are high for these workers to afford, so almost all die some time after acquiring them.

Zao Tian lived with his father, Zao Xin and his brother, Zao King. They both worked in the red iron mines and constantly warned Zao Tian, ​​so that he would not go to the merchant plaza.

Zao Tian was a young man with white skin, short black hair; eyes green as an emerald and his body was thin. Anyone could tell he did not eat well, and his clothes were ragged and dirty.

While on the ground trembling with fear of the middle-aged man, Zao Tian quickly rose and ran.

Seeing the scene, the Man named Gu Wei looked at the two young men and said in an arrogant voice; ”When any of you spot one of those junk rubbish in the merchant plaza, cast them out immediately, they only serve to pollute our view and make us disgusted.”

The two young men nodded, and in nervous voices they snorted, ”Humph ... the father can rest easy about that, whenever we see that scum, we will put them in their proper places.”

Gu Wei nodded, ”Okay, now come on, let's see what's interesting about this store.”

Already far from the merchant plaza, Zao Tian had calmed down and was reflecting on martial books he had read earlier.

Although born without a spiritual vein, Zao Tian had an incredible intellectual capacity and a memory that could be said, blessed by the gods, with a simple look on a page, that would be etched in his memory forever, however, all that he read were discarded martial books that he encountered, were horrible and useless martial techniques for growers who used them only when they began their martial training.

For Zao Tian they were even more useless since he could never put into practice any such garbage technique.

When night fell, Zao Tian came home. It was an extremely simple house, it contained only four rooms and had almost no furniture, what was seen in the room was just a wooden table with 4 chairs and that was in poor condition, it was evident that it had survived several years of use.

His father and brother, who were worried about his return, rejoiced when they saw him coming in through the door. ”My son, where have you been? Do not tell me that you went to the merchant plaza again? How many times do I have to warn you that you should not go there? If someone hurts you I ... ”. Zao Xin was extremely worried, and asked questions non-stop.