Chapter 2: Mysterious Inheritance

Electricity flashes and thunder, gusts of wind wrapped with torrential downpour, as if the angry god of heaven is wantonly venting his anger, the whole city seems to be a huge and impermeable rain curtain mercilessly shrouded, a chaos between heaven and earth, the clamor of the wind and rain seems to devour everything in the world. Ye Xing Chen was walking alone in the storm with great difficulty, his body had long been drenched by the icy rain, and the piercing cold was like countless sharp needles, constantly piercing into his bone marrow, eroding his will, and every step seemed to exhaust his entire body. He was full of fatigue and despair, feeling as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, in the midst of this raging storm, he even began to doubt whether he could really have a day to turn over a new leaf, but once he thought of his family's unsolved grievances, he was unwilling to sink there.

In a deserted mountain forest on the outskirts of the city, Ye Xing Chen looked around in a panic for a place to take cover in order to escape the raging wind and rain. In the hazy rain and mist, he was like a walker groping in the darkness, and with a hint of instinctive intuition, he accidentally discovered a cave that faintly emitted a mysterious aura. The cave was surrounded by weeds, and the entrance was half-hidden by winding vines; if not for this rare downpour, he feared that he would not be able to discover this place in his entire life. The cave seemed to be a corner forgotten by time, exuding an ancient and distant aura that made people feel awe-inspiring.

He carefully stepped into the cave, which was filled with an ancient and mysterious aura, as if it had pulled time back to the ancient times. The walls were engraved with strange symbols and patterns, and those symbols and patterns were like mysterious codes that loomed in the faint light, as if they were telling long ago and mysterious stories, as if they were waiting for a person of destiny to unveil them. Ye Xing Chen stared curiously and carefully looked around, and in the depths of the cave, he saw an ancient book that emitted a faint glow. That light was particularly striking in the darkness, as if there was an invisible magic attracting him, making him involuntarily approach it, as if it was the silk thread of destiny pulling him towards an unknown salvation. He was both nervous and expectant in his heart, thinking whether this would be the turnaround that would change his fate, and even if there was only a sliver of hope, he had to hold on to it.

The moment he gently touched the ancient book with trembling hands, a force powerful enough to shock his soul surged into his body like a surging tide, and all sorts of strange and splendid scenes instantly surfaced in his mind, with the cultivation methods of the supreme martial arts and the exquisite and changing combat techniques flashing by one by one like shooting stars. It turned out that this was the precious inheritance left behind by the ancient God of War, a ray of life that fate had bestowed upon him like an angel at the time of his greatest despair. This power ran rampant in his body, as if it was trying to break through every single shackle in his body and reshape his meridians and flesh and blood. He marveled in his heart, and at the same time realized that this was a turning point in his destiny, and he must grasp it.

A wave of ecstasy surged in Ye Xing Chen's heart, but he quickly calmed down, realizing that this would be the only opportunity for him to change his fate, the starting point for him to reach the top, and the light of hope for him to take revenge and clear his name. He strongly endured the double impact on his body and spirit, and found a relatively dry place in the cave, sat down on his knees like a devout cultivator, and began to cultivate in accordance with the teachings in the inheritance. At first, the unfamiliar power in his body was as uncontrollable as a runaway wild horse, rampaging through his meridians, causing him excruciating pain, each impact was like a scorching fire, causing his body to nearly collapse. However, with his tenacious perseverance and firm beliefs, like a tough horse trainer, he gradually guided the power to flow slowly through his meridians, moisturizing his body like a babbling brook, and taming the wild power bit by bit. He kept cheering himself up in his mind, telling himself that he must hold on, and that only by surviving this painful ordeal would he be able to move towards strength.

As time passed, he gradually immersed himself in the marvelous world of cultivation, forgetting about the stormy weather outside, as well as his body's exhaustion and hunger. He could clearly feel his body undergoing subtle and miraculous changes, his strength was constantly increasing, and his meridians were being widened and strengthened, as if they were reshaping his body, gradually sculpting him from a mortal into an overwhelmingly strong man. Every time he cultivated, it was like a metamorphosis that transformed his body, bringing him one step closer to the powerful self he once was, and filling him with infinite longings for the future. It was as if he saw himself standing at the top of the family, trampling those who framed him under his feet, letting the truth come out to the world, and restoring his honor and glory.

When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning was like golden threads, cutting through the layers of rain and fog and spilling into the cave, Ye Xingchen slowly opened his eyes, and a brilliant aura like lightning flashed through his eyes. After a night of cultivation, he had not only regained his energy, he had also managed to master some basic martial arts techniques. He stood up and moved his body, feeling the power that surged like waves in his body, his heart filled with confidence in the future. He knew that from this moment onwards, he would no longer be the downtrodden young master who was bullied by others, he would use the power of this mysterious inheritance to break into his own world in this prosperous city, to uncover the conspiracy behind the family, to make those who had framed him pay a terrible price, to make them tremble and beg for forgiveness in front of him, so that justice would be done, and the truth could be seen in the sky.