Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight shone from the east, passing through the mountains and falling on the White Emperor City at the foot of the mountain, waking up this ancient city with a long history.
"Peng, peng, peng!"
Early in the morning, a teenager with his hands wrapped in a thick cloth and his upper body bare was practicing martial arts under a black pine tree that was more than ten meters tall in the White Emperor Martial House.
Heavy echoes reverberated around the black pine tree. After a long period of practice, a large part of the black pine tree's bark had caved in, and the fragments were stained with traces of blood, floating in the air.
Scarlet blood flowed out from his cracked fist. It was a ghastly sight, but he was indifferent.
"I don't have enough strength. Why is my strength still stagnant after practicing for more than a year?" The teenager with eyes as black as ink and a face as sharp as a knife bit his lips and muttered to himself unwillingly, "Could it be that without a spirit beast, I am destined to be a useless person?"
"No, I can't give up. I don't believe that after squeezing out all the potential in my body, I still can't break through the limits of my body." Thinking about his foster father, who he was indebted to, but was now buried in the ground, the persistence in the teenager's heart became even stronger. He clenched his injured fist and continued practicing.
The teenager practicing martial arts was called Ye Chenfeng, a disciple of the Ye Clan, one of the four great clans in the Zi Jin Kingdom. However, he was not a direct descendant of the Ye Clan, but a child adopted by the Ye Clan.
Although Ye Chenfeng's identity as an abandoned child was special, he had once brought pride and glory to the Ye Clan. When he was six years old, he was tested to have a sixth grade talent, which shocked the entire Zi Jin Kingdom.
In the Zi Jin Kingdom, most people did not have a talent for cultivation, and a sixth grade talent had not appeared in the entire Zi Jin Kingdom for hundreds of years.
It could be said that if everything went smoothly, Ye Chenfeng, who had a sixth grade talent, would definitely enter a sect to cultivate and become a person above others, with a limitless future.
It was precisely because of Ye Chenfeng's shocking talent that the Ji Clan, one of the four great clans of the Zi Jin Kingdom, was willing to take the risk of forming a marriage alliance with the Ye Clan, allowing their little princess, who had a fifth grade talent, Ji Qing Xue, to be betrothed to Ye Chenfeng.
However, God played a big joke on Ye Chenfeng. When he was thirteen years old and tried to awaken his spiritual beast, he unexpectedly found that his soul could not form a spiritual beast. This kind of phenomenon was rare.
Having a sixth-grade cultivation talent indicated that Ye Chenfeng would have a brilliant future. However, in the Soulfighting Continent, it was not enough to simply have cultivation talent. Only by fusing one's talent with one's soul and forming one's own spiritual beast could one cultivate against the heavens and become a Soul Practitioner.
Talent only determined the speed at which a spiritual beast could absorb Soul Power and grow. Without a spiritual beast, no matter how talented one was, it was useless.
Just as Ye Chenfeng's life had fallen to its lowest point and he had become the laughingstock of Violet Gold Imperial City, his foster father, who had raised him since he was young, had passed away due to a bizarre illness. Furthermore, his name had been removed from the Ye Family and he had been chased out of the family.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Chenfeng gritted his teeth and trained with all his might. His face was deathly pale, and his sweat and fog intertwined, becoming indistinguishable.
Feeling that his body was about to collapse, Ye Chenfeng had no choice but to stop practicing and gasp for breath.
"Ye Chenfeng, you're still cultivating so crazily. Don't tell me you still refuse to accept your fate? You're squeezing out your potential like this in exchange for a false reputation? Without a spiritual beast, you're destined to be a mortal. "
At this moment, a woman in a white floral dress with long black hair draped over her shoulders and a cold appearance appeared behind him. Her skin was fair and delicate, and she had a cold appearance.
"I'm no longer a member of the Ye Family. My life and death is none of your business." Ye Chenfeng gently raised his head, glanced at her, and responded indifferently.
The woman who had taught Ye Chenfeng a lesson was called Ye Ziling. She had a third-grade talent and her spiritual beast was a ferret. At the age of sixteen, she had cultivated to a fourth-grade spiritual beast. She was a well-deserved genius of the White Emperor Martial House and the pearl of the Ye Family in the Imperial City.
Coupled with her extremely beautiful appearance and cold temperament, her body exuded a unique temperament. Her clothes fluttered in the wind as she stood in place, stealing all the brilliance.
"You've grown up. You dare to speak to me like this?"
Hearing Ye Chenfeng's cold reply, Ye Ziling's brows furrowed slightly with a hint of anger.
"I just don't want you to waste your time on a piece of trash like me." After speaking, Ye Chenfeng laughed self-deprecatingly and turned to leave without looking back.
Looking at Ye Chenfeng's lonely back, the anger on Ye Ziling's face completely disappeared. She sighed softly in her heart, feeling pity for him and also for the Ye Family.
"I still have fifty taels of silver. I can still buy some cheap medicinal herbs to heal my injuries."
After parting ways with Ye Ziling, Ye Chenfeng directly went to the White Emperor Martial House's medicine shop. He wanted to buy some cheap medicinal herbs to heal his injuries and prevent them from accumulating and damaging his meridians.
Walking into the medicine shop, Ye Chenfeng saw the charming Qiao Jingyuan wearing a black dress that accentuated her tall and graceful figure. She wore light makeup and was currently buying medicinal herbs.
Qiao Jingyuan was the eldest daughter of White Emperor City's wealthy Qiao Family. Back when Ye Chenfeng was in his prime, Qiao Jingyuan had been very close to him. But later on, when Ye Chenfeng's soul was unable to form a spirit beast, she gradually distanced herself from Ye Chenfeng.
"Oh? Isn't this our White Emperor Martial House's great genius? How come you're riddled with scars again? " Just as Ye Chenfeng was about to walk around Qiao Jingyuan and buy a few medicinal herbs from the Lian Family, a strange voice rang out behind him.
Di Wanxian, who was dressed in luxurious clothes and had a tall and straight figure, came in with two attendants. When he saw that the tall Qiao Jingyuan was also present, his gaze turned fiery.
"I say, do you like to torture yourself? If that's the case, I can help you." Di Wanxian deliberately mocked Ye Chenfeng in front of Qiao Jingyuan to attract her attention.
As expected, upon hearing Di Wanxian's voice, Qiao Jingyuan, who had just picked two expensive medicinal herbs, slowly turned around. She coldly glanced at Ye Chenfeng, who was behind her, and then at the domineering Di Wanxian, who was slowly walking over.
However, Ye Chenfeng and Di Wanxian clearly couldn't attract her interest. After a slight pause, she turned around and continued to choose medicinal herbs that suited her.
However, the moment she turned around, Ye Chenfeng quickly snatched the fan from Di Wanxian's hand and slapped Qiao Jingyuan's butt.
Then, without waiting for the shocked Di Wanxian to react, Ye Chenfeng stuffed the folding fan back into his hand and was about to leave.
Feeling her butt being smacked, Qiao Jingyuan, who was in the midst of choosing medicinal herbs, trembled. Her mind went blank as a large amount of red flowed down her fair neck and covered her entire face.
In the next moment, the furious Qiao Jingyuan turned around and saw the folding fan in Di Wanxian's hand. A surge of anger rushed to her head and she didn't even think about it. She raised her fair and tender hand and slapped Di Wanxian's face twice. She gnashed her teeth and said, "Di Wanxian, do you want to die? Do you believe that I won't chop off your dog hands and cripple you?"
"No, no, Jingyuan, don't misunderstand. The one who smacked your butt just now wasn't me, it was him. I was framed by him."
Seeing the fire in Qiao Jingyuan's eyes, Di Wanxian was so frightened that his heart trembled.
Ye Chenfeng stopped and said righteously, "Di Wanxian, a man should take responsibility for his own actions. Although Qiao Jingyuan and I are no longer friends, I still wouldn't do such a despicable thing to her."
"Fuck, you were the one who did this. Do you dare swear that you weren't the one who smacked Jingyuan's butt? Do you dare?" Hearing Ye Chenfeng's righteous accusation, Di Wanxian was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He had the urge to choke him to death.
"Di Wanxian, it doesn't matter if you were the one who did this, but you don't have to make such a big fuss and embarrass her. You might be shameless, but she still has her face. "Ye Chenfeng ignored Di Wanxian's cold gaze and deliberately provoked him.
"You …"
Just as Di Wanxian was about to make a move, Qiao Jingyuan, who sensed the mocking gazes around her, was infuriated. Soul power burst out of her mind and condensed into her spiritual beast, a golden-winged bird that emitted white light.
"Whoosh!"
An ear-piercing sound rang out as Qiao Jingyuan's golden bird turned into a streak of golden light and struck Di Wanxian's chest, breaking several of his ribs.
"Pfff!"
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