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The entire audience was silent for a few breaths of time.
Qin Changkong was the first to react. He couldn't help but laugh wildly, "Hahaha, Qin Nan, I didn't expect you to awaken a first-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit! What bullshit genius, you're now a complete waste. I'm the number one genius of the Qin family, the number one genius of Linshui City! "
A first-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit was the lowest level of Martial Spirits. It could be called a trash Martial Spirit.
Even in the Qin family, people who awakened a first-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit were extremely rare. Most of them awakened second-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirits or higher.
Qin Changkong's wild and ear-piercing laughter immediately awakened everyone who was shocked.
The way the disciples and elders looked at Qin Nan instantly changed. From the previous respect and expectation, they were now filled with disappointment and disdain.
"A first-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit. F * * k, such trash."
"Fuck, what a waste of my feelings. What bullshit number one genius, he's just a first-grade Huang ranked trash!"
"Yeah, big brother Qin Changkong is the number one genius. This Qin Nan is probably the Qin family's number one trash!"
"… …"
In the world of Martial Arts, the strong were respected. The crowd's reaction wasn't strange at all. Instead, they felt an indescribable hatred for Qin Nan.
This was because Qin Nan's talent was too strong since he was young. They had too much expectations for Qin Nan. Who knew that in the end, this would be the result.
How could these disciples and elders not feel hatred for Qin Nan after wasting so much of their feelings?
Qin Changkong was pleasantly surprised. He was in high spirits. He looked at Qin Nan with a disdainful gaze and laughed, "Did you see that? I've said it before. Everyone's Martial Spirit is destined by the heavens. So what if you can create your own Martial Skill? You're still a piece of trash! "
Qin Nan glanced at him indifferently. Without saying anything, he strode away.
If it was in the past, there would definitely be disciples and Elders of the Qin family following him. But right now, Qin Nan's side was completely empty, making him seem especially lonely.
As soon as Qin Nan left, the surrounding disciples and elders immediately reacted. They quickly gathered around Qin Changkong, their faces filled with flattery.
"Oh, Brother Qin Changkong, you haven't talked to me for a long time. I miss you so much."
"Young master Changkong, I think it's more appropriate for you to be the young master of the Qin family. What qualifications does this trash have?"
"Young Master Changkong, from today onwards, I am your little brother. If you want me to go east, I will definitely not go west."
"…"
It didn't take long for news of what had happened during the martial spirit awakening ceremony to spread throughout the Qin family and Linshui City. Not only were the people of the Qin family incomparably astonished, even the people of Linshui City were completely dumbfounded.
They never would've thought that the number one genius of Linshui City, Qin Nan, would only awaken a first-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit.
However, this was the Martial World. While they were astonished, their gazes quickly focused on Qin Changkong.
After all, a fifth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit was a peak existence in Linshui City.
After Qin Nan left the scene, he directly returned to his courtyard. His expression was calm from beginning to end, without a trace of anger. This was because in this world, only strength was respected.
Although he understood this principle, the reactions of the disciples and Elders of the Qin family still caused Qin Nan to feel a chill in his heart.
"Forget it, why bother with them. I'll use this Martial Spirit to try out the taste of cultivation."
Qin Nan quickly regained his calm and sat cross-legged in the courtyard. The Crimson Flame Saber slowly rose from his back, emitting traces of heat.
As soon as the Crimson Flame Saber appeared, it emitted a mysterious suction force, sucking in Spiritual Qi from the heaven and earth.
As the Spiritual Qi entered his body, Qin Nan's body couldn't help but slightly tremble. His slightly pale face became rosy, as if he was drunk.
The path of cultivation began with the Body Tempering Realm, which was divided into ten stages.
The so-called Body Tempering Realm, as the name implied, was to absorb Spiritual Qi and temper the body.
Therefore, after Qin Nan absorbed the Spiritual Qi into his body, he began to cleanse his marrow and meridians, strengthening his body.
Time slowly passed, and only after six hours did Qin Nan open his eyes. A fine line of sweat appeared on his forehead.
"The grade of a Martial Spirit is indeed important …"
With a thought, Qin Nan grasped the Crimson Flame Saber in his hand. As he carefully examined the saber, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but reveal a trace of a bitter smile.
Through the cultivation just now, he finally understood why the grade of a Martial Spirit was so important.
For example, he had just cultivated for six hours and had gained nothing. If Qin Changkong cultivated for six hours, he might even be able to break through to the first-layer of Body Tempering Realm.
Not only that, the higher the grade of a Martial Spirit, the stronger the Martial Spirit's ability to assist in battle.
"However, it's fortunate that I awakened a first-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit. If it were any other grade, I'm afraid I would be depressed …"
The corner of Qin Nan's mouth held a trace of a smile. Soon after, his mind sank into his Dantian.
Within Qin Nan's Dantian, a fist-sized red thunderbolt was floating up and down. From within the thunderbolt, a mysterious and terrifying ancient aura was emitted.
This was Qin Nan's biggest secret. Even his father didn't know about it.
When Qin Nan was fourteen years old, he went out to cultivate and suddenly encountered a thunderstorm. When he hurriedly went to hide from the rain, he was unfortunately struck by a red thunderbolt.
Actually, everyone in Linshui City knew about being struck by the heavenly thunderbolt. However, they didn't know that after Qin Nan was struck by the thunderbolt, an additional memory appeared in his mind. Within his body, there was an additional red thunderbolt.
"According to the fragmented memory, this red thunderbolt is an ownerless Martial Spirit, named the Divine Battle Spirit."
"If you want to obtain the Divine Battle Spirit, you can only do so by sacrificing your own Martial Spirit."
"Moreover, if the grade of your Martial Spirit is too high, the chances of awakening it will be lower. If your Martial Spirit is a first-grade Huang ranked, then you can definitely awaken the Divine Battle Spirit! "
The smile on Qin Nan's face grew wider and wider. This was the reason why he wasn't the slightest bit sad after awakening a first-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit.
After all, the origin of the Divine Battle Spirit was mysterious. If he awakened a fifth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit and then sacrificed it, not only would there be no guarantee of success, Qin Nan would also find it hard to make a decision.
Using a fifth-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit as a sacrifice required a lot of courage.
However, Qin Nan's first-grade Huang ranked Martial Spirit was no different from trash. If he sacrificed it, not only would there be a guarantee of success, Qin Nan wouldn't have the slightest bit of pressure in his heart.
Qin Nan quickly withdrew his smile. He held the Scarlet Flame Saber in his hand, took a deep breath, and said, "Now, I'll use this saber as the sacrifice … …"
Qin Nan's complexion immediately became serious. From his mouth, he chanted an ancient incantation.
This incantation was called the 'Soul Offering Technique'. It appeared in Qin Nan's mind when he was struck by the thunderbolt.
The Soul Offering Technique, as the name suggests, was a technique that involved sacrificing one's own Martial Spirit. This technique was extremely mysterious. It didn't require the support of any Spiritual Qi, nor did it require any price. It was incomparably mysterious.
Following the activation of the Soul Offering Technique, streaks of black light slowly emerged from Qin Nan's palm. Immediately after, the black light became viscous, as if it was a pool of liquid, continuously pressing against each other.
Qin Nan's gaze turned sharp. His palm immediately gripped the Scarlet Flame Saber in front of him.
A shocking scene appeared. The entire Scarlet Flame Saber started to hum and tremble. It was as if there was a formless destructive power exploding within its body, causing the entire Scarlet Flame Saber to explode in an instant.
The Scarlet Flame Saber exploded, turning into red dots that filled the sky. It was as if strands of flames were blooming.
Qin Nan's complexion instantly paled. The moment the Scarlet Flame Saber shattered, he felt as if his soul was being pulled out, almost suffocating him.
After all, the Martial Spirit was bestowed by the Heavens. It was born together with him. Now that his Martial Spirit had shattered, it was equivalent to Qin Nan's body shattering.
Qin Nan clenched his teeth and endured the pressure in his mind. He waved his palm and grabbed towards the air. The black liquid in his palm immediately erupted with a mysterious suction force.
The countless red dots that were scattered in the air were immediately sucked into Qin Nan's body and poured into his Dantian.
The red thunderbolt that was floating within Qin Nan's Dantian swallowed all the red dots. In that instant, time seemed to have frozen. Following that, the red thunderbolt suddenly exploded!
"The Divine Battle Spirit fights the Heavens and Earth, fights the Gods and Buddhas. There is nothing it does not fight, nothing it does not win … …"
The ancient and domineering voice was like countless thunderbolts surging through Qin Nan's mind at the same time.
"Ah ah ah … …"
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