In the Sky Martial Continent, everyone respected the Way of Martial Arts. Every high level "Martial Master" was respected by the people of the continent. Because of this, many people began to train hard in order to become a Martial Master.
However, not everyone had the qualifications to become a Martial Master. No matter how much effort you put in, if you did not have a "Sea of Qi", you would never be able to become a Martial Master.
The Sea of Qi was not something one was born with, nor was it obtained through training. Normally, the Sea of Qi would form between the ages of 12 to 15, and the number of people who could form a Sea of Qi was less than one in a hundred.
Because of this, many martial arts clans, in order to prevent their clan from declining, would search for children with potential to be groomed and trained. These children were called the "new blood" of the clan. The Xing clan of Cloud Sect City was one such martial arts clan.
At this moment, in the training field of the Xing family, there was a group of youths gathered. They were the new blood of the Xing family. At this moment, all of the youths were focused on the fighting stage in the middle of the training field. On the fighting stage, a black-clothed youth was crouching on the ground, breathing heavily. On the corner of his mouth, there was a trace of blood.
"Xing Jue, you should give up. The current you is no match for me!" A white-clothed youth said mockingly to the black-clothed youth with his arms crossed.
"It's not over yet, how do you know?" Hearing the white-clothed youth's words, the black-clothed youth, Xing Jue, slowly raised his head and forcefully wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Oh? If that's the case, then today, I will let you know just how big the gap between us is! " Hearing Xing Jue's unwillingness to admit defeat, a sneer appeared on the white-clothed youth's face. Lifting his feet, he slowly walked towards Xing Jue. In his tightly clenched right fist, a faint layer of gas quickly condensed.
"Hmph, just what I wanted!" Seeing the white-clothed youth walk towards him, Xing Jue yelled. Immediately afterward, he stood up and rushed towards the white-clothed youth with extreme speed.
"Ha!"
Faced with Xing Jue, the white-robed youth did not dodge. Instead, when the black-robed youth was about to close in on him, the white-robed youth's lips curled into a sneer. Immediately after, he threw a punch at Xing Jue. This punch did not directly hit the black-robed youth, but an invisible force burst forth and landed on his body.
"Pu!"
After being hit, Xing Jue spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was like a kite with a broken string, flying in a semicircle before finally crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Is this the power of Martial Qi?" After landing on the ground, Xing Jue held his chest that was hit and said in a low voice with a face full of amazement.
"You finally know the difference? You're useless! "Looking at the pathetic Xing Jue, the youth in white said mockingly.
After hearing the white-clothed young man's words, Xing Jue tightly clenched his fists. He clenched his fists so hard that cracking sounds could be heard. The unwillingness in his heart was self-evident.
"Compared to me … you still have a long way to go!" After a moment of silence, Xing Jue suddenly yelled. His legs suddenly moved, and he once again rushed towards the white-clothed youth. This time, his speed was much faster than before.
"You overestimate yourself!" Facing the oncoming Xing Jue, the white-clothed youth's face had a fierce expression. He slowly raised his right fist, and an invisible force even stronger than before quickly condensed.
"Xing Jue, enough!" Just as the two of them were about to exchange blows, an indifferent voice rang out from outside the arena. After hearing this voice, both Xing Jue and the white-clothed young man stopped and looked at a burly man below the arena at the same time. This burly man was two meters tall, and his muscles were clearly visible through his clothes. He was the instructor of the Xing Clan's "new blood", a high level Martial Master.
"Instructor!" Looking down at the Xing Clan instructor, Xing Jue spoke in a low voice. At this moment, in his pitch black eyes, there was a trace of tears. These were tears of unwillingness.
"Xing Jue, I know you are unwilling, but this is the rule of the clan. Today, I made an exception by letting you fight with Xing Feng. I believe that you now know the difference between you and Xing Feng? " Looking at the black-clothed youth, the Xing Clan instructor's face was emotionless as he spoke coldly. After hearing the instructor's words, Xing Jue also lowered his head and did not speak for a long time.
"The difference between a Fighter and a Martial Master cannot be made up for. For a Martial Master who can control Martial Qi, any attack from a Fighter is useless."
"Alright, even if you cannot become a Martial Master, the Xing Clan will not abandon you. From today onwards, you will be assigned to the various businesses of the Xing Clan. Do your jobs well and serve the Xing Clan in a different way. This is the best way to repay the Xing Clan for all the years of nurturing." Seeing that Xing Jue did not speak for a long time, the instructor turned around and spoke to the youths behind him.
After hearing the instructor's words, the youths walked out of the training field in an orderly manner. They were all people who did not have a Sea of Qi in their bodies. Youths like them were known as "Trash Blood". The Xing Clan would no longer place them in important positions. Instead, they would be assigned to various businesses as servants or workers. Even if they performed well, they would only be able to become small managers. Today was the day they would be sent away.
Looking at the people gradually dispersing, Xing Jue also slowly walked down the stage. After exchanging glances with the instructor, he slowly walked out of the training ground under the lead of the servant.
"Ah!" Looking at Xing Jue's gradually disappearing figure, the instructor suddenly sighed. A trace of regret appeared on his serious face.
Xing Jue, a 15 year old high level fighter, was originally the most talented of the new blood in the Xing Clan. However, even at the age of 15, Xing Jue was still unable to form a Sea of Qi. No matter how talented he was, he was unable to use Martial Qi and was destined to never become a Martial Master. Therefore, no matter how talented Xing Jue was, he could not escape the fate of being abandoned by the Xing Clan. From then on, he was no longer a high and mighty new blood, but a servant.
Servant …
Xing Jue sat in the carriage and looked out the window at the familiar scenery passing by. Xing Jue's heart was filled with dissatisfaction. He had been a wandering youth, chosen by the Xing family as a new blood. With his extraordinary talent in cultivation, he had become the strongest among the new blood. He had tasted what it felt like to be proud.
Unfortunately, when he reached the age to condense a sea of energy in his body, Xing Jue still hadn't succeeded. He watched as the people around him, who were originally weaker than him, surpassed him one by one because they had condensed a sea of energy. Xing Jue was extremely anxious, but no matter how hard he trained, he still couldn't condense a sea of energy in his body. Until today, he, who was once a genius, had unexpectedly become a "waste blood".
Seeing that Xing Jue was silent for a long time, the old servant comforted him, "Xing Jue, in fact, the instructor treats you well. You've been given the position of supervisor."
This old man was Xing Jue's personal servant. Everyone called him Zhanglao. He was also a beginner level fighter. Ever since Xing Jue was chosen as a new blood in the Xing family, Zhanglao had been serving him. Speaking of which, Zhanglao had watched Xing Jue grow up. Seeing Xing Jue like this, he naturally felt sorry for him.
"Don't worry, Elder Zhang, I'll be fine." After hearing Elder Zhang's words, Xing Jue could feel Elder Zhang's worry for him. He had been taken care of by Elder Zhang since he was young, so he treated Elder Zhang like a family member. Naturally, he didn't want Elder Zhang to worry about him. Even though he was extremely sad, Xing Jue still forced a smile and said to Elder Zhang.
"Ah!" However, how could Elder Zhang not see that Xing Jue was forcing a smile? Thus, he let out a low sigh. His heart was filled with an indescribable sorrow.
The carriage that Xing Jue was sitting in was very fast. In half an hour, they had left the Xing family's training ground. After walking out of the Cloud Sect City's gate, they headed straight west.
Just as the carriage passed by, the space around them suddenly twisted. Then, two elderly figures appeared on the road like ghosts.
"This Xing Jue is very talented, but he still can't condense a Sea of Qi. That is quite strange." An old man in a grey robe said in a low voice as he looked at Xing Jue's carriage that was moving further away.
"If he can condense a Sea of Qi, then with good training, he won't be any worse than your Xiao Han." After hearing the grey robed elder's words, the white robed elder stroked his snow-white beard and smiled.
"Unfortunately, he can't." The grey robed elder shook his head. However, when the white robed elder mentioned Xiao Han, there was a confident smile on his face.
"That may not be true." After seeing the grey-robed old man deny his words, the white-robed old man suddenly flipped his palm, and a white object the size of a pearl appeared in his palm. The object was oval in shape, and a layer of sparkling light surrounded it. It was quite a beautiful sight.
"You're not going to use it to help this kid, are you? Could it be that you, an old man who doesn't like to take in disciples, is interested in this kid? "Seeing the Beast Soul in the white robed elder's hand, the grey robed elder was shocked.
"I'm not taking him as a disciple. It's just that this Beast Soul is useless to me. It's only right that I give it to someone who needs it." The white robed elder smiled as he watched the carriage disappear into the distance. Then, his body wiggled and disappeared.
"You old thing!" Seeing the white robed elder disappear, the grey robed elder shook his head with a smile. Then, his body wiggled and disappeared as well. It was as if the two of them had never been there in the first place.
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