The scene changed all of a sudden.
It was his first Martial Talent Duel.
As soon as he left the clan, Xiao Qingxue gave him a manual of Mystical Eight Steps, allowing him to have a bet with Elder Bai Heng.
The second Martial Talent Duel took place in the Xuanling Clan, where he competed against a genius disciple to test his Martial Talent … The third, fourth, and fifth Martial Talent Duel … He gradually moved from a remote place to the center of the continent, to the center of the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, emitting a brilliant glow.
Regardless of whether it was the Body Tempering Realm, the Martial Monarch Realm, the Nine Heavens Supreme Realm, or even the Supreme Highness Realm, his Martial Talent was always stronger than his opponents.
He had won every Martial Talent Duel! Even when he was facing two of the top geniuses of the Five Realms, even though he was on the verge of losing the game, everyone knew that his Martial Talent was still better than theirs.
"What is Martial Talent to you?"
A cold laugh came out of nowhere and rang out in the endless darkness. "Do you really love martial arts?
No, you don't! "
"Your so-called love for martial arts is only because you are blessed with exceptional martial arts talent that can help you achieve victory after victory!"
"You are not addicted to Martial Talent, but the thrill of winning!"
"If your Martial Talent was only average, even worse than an ordinary person, would you still love Martial Talent?"
Each and every word was like a bolt of lightning falling from the sky.
Following this, a huge tide appeared in the darkness, devouring Qin Nan completely.
After some time, Qin Nan opened his eyes amid a series of screams. His eyes were filled with a blank look.
"Why did you sleep for so long?"
A grumbling voice could be heard. Qin Nan turned around and saw Qin Changkong, who used to be a disciple of the Qin clan.
Qin Nan scanned his surroundings. He was currently in a room, the same room that he had stayed in since he was young in the Qin clan.
Qin Nan felt a headache. He had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that he seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, a lot of very important things.
"Sigh, you brat, don't be so dejected. Although you have only awakened a first-grade Huang ranked martial talent, you can still enter politics. Now, you are an official of the Da Xia Empire and have a very high status. I even heard that when the Prefect of the Da Xia Empire was enraged, several Xiantian experts were directly arrested."
Qin Changkong consoled.
"First-grade Yellow Class Martial Dao talent?
Politics? "
Qin Nan said with a blank expression, "Changkong, what are you saying?
Why can't I understand? "
"F * ck, don't you know anything?
Did you suffer such a huge blow? "
Qin Changkong was shocked for a long time, then sighed and said, "Fine, I will talk to you. You must relax and don't take it too seriously."
After listening to Qin Changkong ramble for more than half an hour, Qin Nan finally recalled.
He was the young master of the Qin clan in Linshui City. He was currently sixteen years old and had awakened his martial talent yesterday.
In the Canglan Continent, not everyone could cultivate. Everyone had to awaken their martial talent at the age of sixteen.
Martial talent was divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow. Heaven was the highest, Yellow was the lowest, and each level was further divided into ten grades.
The higher one's martial talent, the higher the level of Cultivation Methods one could comprehend. The faster one's cultivation speed, the higher one's achievements, and the stronger one's battle prowess.
The lower one's talent, the more limited one's achievements were.
Generally speaking, as long as one awakened a second-grade Huang ranked martial talent, they would be able to comprehend some low-level Cultivation Methods and barely be able to cultivate.
However, a first-grade Huang ranked martial talent was no different from a mortal. It was impossible to comprehend any Cultivation Methods.
In short, on the path of cultivation, he was a pure waste. He didn't even have the qualifications to cultivate.
Qin Nan felt a burst of bitterness in his heart. Since he was young, he had always yearned to cultivate. Countless times, he had fantasized about one day becoming a great cultivator and moving unhindered in the Canglan Continent.
Yet, in the end, this was the result.
Qin Nan violently coughed twice. His chest felt a little stuffy. This was his old problem. When he was ten years old, he was unlucky enough to be struck by Heavenly Lightning. After luckily surviving, his body became weaker and weaker.
"Oh you."
Qin Changkong patted Qin Nan's back and said in a low voice, "Around tomorrow, the disciples of our clan will have to go to the Martial Palace in the city to study. I won't be able to accompany you.
You should take it easy. It's best if you go to the Literature Palace tomorrow. "
In the Canglan Continent, apart from cultivation, there was another path to take. That was to learn literature. In the future, one could enter politics and govern the Great Xia Empire.
In the Canglan Continent, once an official reached a certain level, their status would not be any lower than a great cultivator's.
Furthermore, after reaching the third grade, the Great Xia Empire would use all kinds of natural treasures to nourish one's body, allowing one to live a long life.
"Don't worry.
I will go. You can go ahead with your work. I'm fine. "
Qin Nan nodded his head. Qin Changkong chatted with him for a while. After confirming that there was no problem with his mental state, he turned around and left.
Qin Nan walked out of the courtyard. In the distance, the Martial Training Field was bustling with noise. He couldn't help but fall into a daze. Soon after, he thought of his current situation and couldn't help but sigh.
He still wanted to cultivate.
However, with a first-grade Huang ranked Martial Talent, how was he going to cultivate?
Furthermore, the Qin family had a rule. Once a disciple reached the age of eighteen, they had to be independent from the clan.
As the Young Master of the clan, if he continued to stay in the clan and didn't contribute anything to the clan, then his father would lose face and become a laughingstock.
He could only go to the Literature Palace.
The next morning, most of the young disciples of the Qin family went to the Martial Palace in a grandiose manner.
Qin Nan, along with two or three other disciples who were less talented, or who were passionate about politics, went to the Literature Palace.
The Literature Palace was full of classes. From morning to night, they had to study for sixteen hours. First, they would study the most basic Four Books and Five Classics of the Great Xia Empire. Then, they would study more advanced content.
Qin Nan studied for an entire day. When he returned to his room, he was already dizzy.
He washed his face, and after he was a little more awake, he carefully took out an old and tattered ancient book.
This was a gift his father gave him when he was fifteen years old. It was a high-grade Martial Skill called the Thundercrash Saber Technique.
There weren't many words in this book, only a few thousand. Qin Nan could already recite them backwards, but for some reason, everything in this book was like a heavenly book. He still couldn't understand the meaning within.
Qin Nan knew that there was no point in continuing to read like this, but for some reason, he couldn't help but flip to the first page and read the incomparably familiar contents word by word.
He gradually let out a breath, and his body relaxed a lot.
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