chapter 4-10 Cultivator In Martial God World

Chapter 4

Yang Xuan was in a very good mood at this time. The work that would have taken him an entire morning was finished in a short while.

At this time, with the support of an inexplicable power, he had become extremely strong and his body was as light as a swallow. Every movement he made was as light as a feather.

After finishing the work, Yang Xuan returned to his little nest and relaxed. Only then did he carefully reflect on the changes in his body.

At this moment, he knew that the mysterious changes in his body were absolutely beneficial to him.

The strange cyclone in his body was constantly grabbing the unknown power from the void outside. And this strange unknown power was also changing his body, making him extremely strong and as light as a feather.

He tried to run the basic cultivation method again, but as expected, he could not find the way. It was as if all the martial arts meridians in his body had disappeared overnight.

Could it be that I've already cultivated inner strength?

Yang Xuan thought to himself, but it didn't feel like it. This feeling was very different from what the training master in his family had described. He had never heard of anyone who had cultivated two cyclones in their dantian.

He wanted to ask the training master, but then he remembered the disdainful look on that person's face in the past. Thinking about it, he would not patiently answer Yang Xuan's question.

Moreover, he was unwilling to tell anyone about the changes in his body.

This would become his biggest secret, and he would not tell anyone.

Early in the morning, Yang Xuan woke up early. After greeting his mother, he picked up the wooden bucket and prepared to fetch water.

Every morning, he would fill ten buckets of water. This was one of his daily tasks.

Before he had the mysterious power in his body, with his weak body, it would take him an entire morning to fill ten buckets of water. Even so, he would often be punished for not finishing on time.

However, for the current him, it would only take him a short while to fill up ten vats of water.

The changes that the mysterious cyclone brought to Yang Xuan were obvious.

As Yang Xuan pondered, he walked towards the well. Just as he was engrossed in his thoughts, an eccentric voice suddenly sounded out.

"Hey, isn't this our Young Master Yang Xuan? What's the matter? Are you putting on your airs as a young master and pretending not to see me? "

Yang Xuan's train of thought was interrupted and he looked up.

He saw three people dressed like servants blocking his way. They had mocking expressions on their faces as they looked at Yang Xuan with disdain.

The person in the lead was Niu Yuan.

Yang Xuan glanced at him but didn't say anything.

When Niu Yuan saw that Yang Xuan was ignoring him, he suddenly felt embarrassed. His face suddenly turned cold, and he extended his hand to block Yang Xuan's path. He sneered and said, "What? His injuries have healed? Are you throwing a tantrum now? "

The two companions behind him surrounded him and said in a strange tone, "Hurry up and bow to our Brother Niu, trash!"

"You really think you're a young master? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? What kind of thing are you? Aren't you just a piece of trash? Ptui!"

Not far away, several servants who were working saw the situation and surrounded them. They stood at the side and pointed. Some even laughed out loud.

When Niu Yuan saw that Yang Xuan still didn't say anything, his face turned cold. He actually grabbed Yang Xuan's collar and sneered, "Don't think that you're a young master. You're just a piece of trash. Even if I cripple you today, no one will stand up for you …"

"Take your … hand … away." Yang Xuan was expressionless and his voice was cold.

Niu Yuan sneered and said, "If you crawl under my crotch today, I'll let you go. Otherwise, hehe, grandpa's fist is not to be trifled with!"

Hearing this, the other two evil servants chuckled as well.

Seeing a young master who was supposed to be high and mighty being humiliated was a rare pastime in their ordinary lives.

Niu Yuan laughed proudly and said with disdain, "What right does a piece of trash who can't even reach the first level of Inner Force have to be called a young master? Ah? Haha, you're just a piece of trash. You and your whore mother are both pieces of trash! "

"What did you say?" Yang Xuan suddenly raised his head.

His face became incomparably cold and he stared at Niu Yuan.

Niu Yuan suddenly felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. He instantly had goosebumps all over his body. The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped to the extreme, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

A wave of coldness hit him. Niu Yuan subconsciously let go of Yang Xuan and took two steps back.

In the next moment, Niu Yuan suddenly reacted. The person standing in front of him was just a piece of trash who didn't even reach the first level of Inner Force. He was actually scared off by him. Feeling humiliated, he immediately said angrily, "You … You're courting death!"

In a rage out of humiliation, he actually ignored the consequences and punched towards Yang Xuan's face.

The martial artists in this world were very strong. In addition, Niu Yuan's cultivation was at the third level of Inner Force. This punch was stimulated by Yang Xuan's pressure and was filled with anger. He actually used all of his strength unconsciously. The third level of Inner Force surged out, bringing with it a swift and fierce wind as it went straight towards Yang Xuan's face.

With the surge of Inner Force, Niu Yuan suddenly woke up and broke out in a cold sweat.

Insulting and bullying Yang Xuan was one thing. Yang Xuan was born a piece of trash, so no one stood up for him.

But this punch was a full blow of the third level of Inner Force. Not to mention an ordinary person who didn't have any Inner Force, even a strong water buffalo would be killed in an instant.

Although Yang Xuan was born with a crippled body and couldn't cultivate, he was still a direct descendant of the Yang family. If he was beaten to death like this, then his life would be forfeit.

For a moment, he felt regret in his heart. He tried to withdraw his fist, but his Inner Force cultivation was far from reaching the level where he could release and withdraw it at will. He wanted to withdraw it, but he was powerless.

The two people next to him didn't expect Niu Yuan to suddenly attack. Looking at the momentum of this punch, it was obvious that he was using all of his strength. They were immediately dumbfounded.

In the blink of an eye, the punch went straight towards Yang Xuan's face. The swift and fierce wind from the punch caused Yang Xuan's hair to fly back and scatter in the air.

Everyone cried out in alarm. In their minds, the scene of Yang Xuan being punched in the face and losing his life seemed to appear.

Facing this swift and fierce punch, Yang Xuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

A huge aura suddenly spread out from Yang Xuan's body.

Niu Yuan was shocked. He felt that this aura was like heaven and earth. It was like the highest order in the universe. It was irresistible.

In an instant, Niu Yuan seemed to have an illusion that time had stopped. He clearly saw the cold smile on Yang Xuan's face.

At this moment, Yang Xuan was so unfamiliar to him that he couldn't help but feel a huge fear from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, he could even clearly see a jade-like hand gently patting his arm.

He also saw Yang Xuan's cold and emotionless eyes. He looked at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

What kind of eyes were those?

Such a thought appeared in his mind. At the same time, it was also the last thought in his life.

In the next moment, Niu Yuan was involuntarily sent flying.

Blood spurted out from Niu Yuan's mouth and sprayed all over the sky. His arms exploded in mid-air, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood that scattered everywhere.

Bang!

Niu Yuan fell heavily to the ground. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.

Everyone who saw this scene was dumbfounded. Their mouths were agape, and their eyes were wide open as they stared at Yang Xuan, their faces filled with shock.

Niu Yuan, who was at the third level of internal force, was sent flying by Yang Xuan, who was born with a crippled body. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.

Did they see a ghost?

Everyone's eyes were wide open and their mouths were wide open. Their faces were dull as if they were in a dream. They couldn't believe what they saw.

To them, the scene in front of them was as unbelievable as the sky falling and the earth cracking. This huge shock caused them to have auditory hallucinations. Their ears buzzed and they couldn't hear anything for a while.

Yang Xuan slowly withdrew his palm.

His fingers were slender and sparkling like jade. They exuded a strange magical power.

Time stood still just like that. No sound could be heard.

After an unknown period of time, a watchdog in the distance suddenly barked.

Woof!

The dog's bark was like a signal that made everyone suddenly come to their senses.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. At this moment, an extremely comfortable feeling arose in his heart. His mind was refreshed, and he could hold his head high!

"You … You … Don't come over!"

After a long while, the two people following Yang Xuan reacted. A huge wave of fear swept over their bodies, causing them to hurriedly retreat. They even fell to the ground in a panic and became rolling gourds.

Yang Xuan's gaze fell on them.

The two people looked as if they had seen a ghost. They retreated again in horror. Then, they screamed and turned to run. They didn't even care about Niu Yuan, whose life and death were unknown.

Yang Xuan sneered. He didn't chase after them. He picked up the wooden bucket and slowly walked forward.

When he passed by Niu Yuan, he stopped and glanced at him.

Niu Yuan couldn't be any more dead. The blood under his body had gathered into several pools of blood.

For some reason, his heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicable pleasure. It was as if the mangled body on the ground brought him great pleasure.

A smile crept up the corner of his mouth. He didn't stop and continued to walk forward.

All the onlookers hurriedly made way for Yang Xuan.

In their eyes, there was an indescribable fear. There was also a trace of inexplicable, never-before-seen respect.

Yang Xuan clearly felt this change.

"Hahahaha —"

Finally, he let out a long laugh that reached the clouds. This laughter resounded through the world. It shook the flowers and trees, and shocked the people who had just witnessed everything.

In the laughter, Yang Xuan strode forward. An inexplicable aura was emitted from his body. It was as if no one in the world could stop his footsteps.

Niu Yuan was dead! Niu Yuan, the fourth director's hired thug, was dead.

The news spread like wildfire.

For a moment, all the servants who knew the news were secretly discussing it.

What made them excited was not Niu Yuan's death.

Chapter 5

The death of a small Niu Yuan was like the death of an ant to the colossal Yang Clan. It was not worth mentioning and could not stir up any waves.

What they were interested in was the news that came later. Everyone's eyes and mouths were wide open, and they were speechless for a while.

The twelfth young master killed Niu Yuan.

Who was the twelfth young master?

The twelfth young master was Yang Xuan. He was born with a crippled body and could not cultivate Neixi after nine years of practice, the good-for-nothing Yang Xuan.

He killed Niu Yuan???

For a moment, everyone doubted their ears and wondered if they were hallucinating.

However, the news was reliable. There were even witnesses at the scene who said that the twelfth young master and Niu Yuan fought for 300 rounds and then killed Niu Yuan with one palm.

There was an uproar and everyone was talking about it.

"Did you hear? The twelfth young master killed Niu Yuan! "

"Of course I heard. I didn't expect Yang Xuan to be so powerful!"

"Shh, keep quiet. Don't call him by his name in the future unless you want to die. You know, Niu Yuan was at the peak of Level Three Internal Force, but he was killed by … uh, the twelfth young master with one palm. You and I are at Level Two Internal Force. We can't resist. Keep quiet, keep quiet! "

"You're right. From now on, the twelfth young master is going to turn over a new leaf!"

"That's right. When we see the twelfth young master in the future, we have to salute him. It's said that this man is cruel and merciless. Niu Yuan only offended him with his words. What a pity!"

"Why did I hear that Niu Yuan bullied the twelfth young master and was killed by him?"

"No matter what, the twelfth young master has turned over a new leaf. He is no longer the good-for-nothing young master."

"How dare you call him a good-for-nothing young master? Be careful that he will kill you with one palm. "

"Stop talking. Let's just wait and see!"

Yang Jing got the news immediately.

"What?"

Yang Jing stood up abruptly with his eyes wide open. "You said that Yang Xuan killed Niu Yuan with one palm?"

Chen Er could not hide the fear in his eyes. He said in a trembling voice, "Fourth Chief Steward, Yang Xuan only used one palm and Niu Yuan flew backward. His arms were blown into pieces." "

Yang Jing continued to ask, "Niu Yuan died on the spot?"

Chen Er said fearfully, "When Yang Xuan was far away, Wang Wu and I went forward to check. Niu Yuan was already deader than dead! The corpse is still in his room! "

Beside him, Wang Wu kept nodding his head. His face was pale and his eyes were lifeless, as if he had not recovered from the shock.

Chen Er and Wang Wu were the ones who had followed Niu Yuan and Wang Wu. After they escaped, they saw Yang Xuan leave from afar. Only then did they dare to go forward to check. At this time, Niu Yuan had already been dead for a while.

Yang Jing's face was ugly. He kept pacing back and forth in the room. Thinking of how he usually bullied and humiliated Yang Xuan and his mother, he couldn't help but feel irritated.

He was not afraid of Yang Xuan's strength. With his sixth level of Internal Force, he didn't need to be afraid of anyone. However, Yang Xuan was a direct descendant of the Yang family. In the past, he couldn't practice martial arts, so no one cared about him. Even if he was bullied, no one would stand up for him.

Now that Yang Xuan suddenly had martial arts, although it was not enough to make the family pay attention to him, it was foreseeable that his status would change.

Once Yang Xuan's status changed and he even had a place in the Yang family in the future, he would inevitably remember what happened yesterday. At that time, Yang Jing's life would definitely not be easy.

This was what made Yang Jing fretful and worried.

After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly made a decision in his heart.

"Let's go and see Niu Yuan!" Yang Jing said in a low voice.

At the same time, Yang Xuan didn't know the waves he had caused. These days, he just carried water and chopped firewood as usual.

However, his heart was not calm.

After understanding the great power of the mysterious force, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have found a different path.

This path was mysterious and rugged, but it seemed to lead to the peak.

The fact that the vortex had split into two also made him realize that the vortex that had mysteriously entered his body was not static. Instead, it could continue to grow stronger.

Only then could the cyclone continue to change?

Yang Xuan had a conjecture in his heart. If the cyclone could turn from one to two, could it also increase to three, four, or even more? Two cyclones were already as powerful as Level Five Internal Force. What if there were more cyclones?

As soon as this thought popped up in his mind, his heart thumped and his breathing quickened for a moment.

But, how to practice? This was the biggest problem in front of him. It was a problem that he urgently needed to solve. He was at a loss for a while.

Also, although he could casually strike with great power, he always had a mysterious feeling that this mysterious force should have its own exclusive way of using it. A special way to exert great power.

It was as if there was always a voice in the unseen world that kept calling out to him, asking him to constantly search for this method that might have never appeared before.

This method was different from martial arts, and it was also different from any martial arts or combat skills that existed in this world.

It was a brand new path, a brand new path that no one had ever walked before. It required Yang Xuan to explore it himself, but it was a path that completely belonged to him.

Yang Xuan had a mysterious feeling. He felt as if he was standing at the foot of an incomparably magnificent, incomparably tall mountain. When he climbed to the top, it would be the time for him to overlook the common people.

These days, he had been thinking about it all the time. He always felt that there was a treasure in front of him, a treasure that was unbelievably huge and could make him as rich as a country overnight. But now, he was pacing back and forth outside the door, unable to open it.

Power, only power, was the eternal truth.

Only power could prevent him from being bullied.

Only power could allow him to trample others under his feet.

At this moment, he was unprecedentedly determined.

After thinking about it, Yang Xuan decided to ask Sixth Uncle.

In the entire clan, only Sixth Uncle Yang Qing Shu treated Yang Xuan and his mother well.

Yang Xuan had just stepped out of the door when he met his mother. Seeing Yang Xuan come out of the house, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "Little Xuan, why are you back? Did you finish all your work?"

Yang Xuan didn't want his mother to know about the changes in him, so he casually replied, "Yeah, I didn't do much work today!"

He continued, "I'll go take a look at Sixth Uncle!"

Qian Shi didn't suspect anything. "Go, don't forget to come back for dinner!"

Yang Xuan nodded and replied.

Sixth Uncle was a second-generation disciple of the clan, and he usually took good care of Yang Xuan and his mother.

He was at the peak of Stage Eight Internal Force and was about to break through to Stage Nine, becoming one of the Yang clan's main experts.

"Yang Xuan!"

Yang Xuan was walking when a crisp voice came from behind him.

Yang Xuan turned around and saw Yang Jiaxue rushing over from the corridor. Her jade pendant jingled, and it was very pleasant to hear.

Yang Jiaxue was the current head of the clan, Yang Qingshan's daughter. She was kind and approachable, and was deeply loved by everyone.

In the entire Yang clan, other than Sixth Uncle Yang Qing Shu, she was the only one who treated Yang Xuan well.

"Yang Xuan, where are you going? Don't you know that the clan head has banned you from going out? "

"Banned?" Yang Xuan said curiously, "No one told me!"

Yang Jiaxue suddenly understood. With Yang Xuan's status in the clan, he was no different from a servant. Naturally, no one came to inform him. Even she was supposed to call him Brother Twelve, but when did she call him that?

Yang Jiaxue shook her head and threw this feeling out of her mind. She said, "The clan head has banned all direct descendants in the clan from going out. They must stay in their own residences and cultivate diligently. They are not allowed to move around!"

Then, she showed a puzzled expression and said to herself, "I really don't know why. Is it because many of the chickens and ducks in the clan died?"

Yang Jiaxue muttered to herself for a while and looked at Yang Xuan. Just as she was about to say something, her eyes suddenly flashed as if she had discovered something. She let out a soft gasp. Then, she put her left hand on her right elbow and her right hand on her chin, as if she was thinking about something. She then walked around Yang Xuan in a circle.

Yang Xuan was puzzled by her actions and looked at her strangely.

Yang Jiaxue walked around for a while and then said curiously, "Yang Xuan, you seem to have turned white?"

"Ah?" Yang Xuan laughed.

It seemed that no matter which world it was, this was the first thing that women cared about.

Yang Jiaxue took another careful look at Yang Xuan, before nodding her head in affirmation. Following which, little stars appeared in her eyes as she eagerly said, "You have indeed turned white. Quick, tell me, how did you turn white!"

Yang Xuan: "…"

Yang Jiaxue was not going to let it go. "Tell me, how did you suddenly turn white?"

Yang Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Well, maybe I haven't been in the sun for a long time. Yes, that's it. You know, people will turn white if they don't get sunlight for a long time!"

"Is that so?" Yang Jiaxue looked at Yang Xuan suspiciously.

Yang Xuan nodded. "I haven't been in the sun for the past few days!"

Yang Jiaxue was doubtful and reluctantly accepted the answer. She said disappointedly, "I thought you used some new whitening medicine!"

She obviously did not think that not being in the sun could make people turn white, but how could it happen overnight?

Yang Xuan was speechless.

"I have to go back."

Yang Jiaxue temporarily forgot about this matter and said with concern, "You should go back quickly too. If the Elders see you, they will punish you again!"

Yang Xuan nodded in response.

Yang Jiaxue looked suspiciously at Yang Xuan again. For some reason, she felt that Yang Xuan was different from before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Shaking her head, she turned and left, a trace of doubt in her heart.

Yang Xuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief, shook his head and continued to walk to his Sixth Uncle's residence.

The Yang Family was one of the Four Big Families in Ataraxia City. The manor occupied a large area, about a few hundred acres. Yang Xuan's residence was located on the west side of the family. Although it was not far, it still took Yang Xuan a long time to reach it.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw his Sixth Uncle practicing a set of fist techniques in the courtyard. The force of his fists was huge, like a dragon soaring and a tiger leaping. The momentum was amazing.

Yang Xuan could not help but be attracted.

Chapter 6

Yang Xuan's body suddenly emitted a magnificent and powerful aura.

This aura was like heaven and earth, like the highest order in the universe. It was irresistible.

At that moment, Niu Yuan felt as if time had stopped. He clearly saw the coldness in Yang Xuan's mouth. At that moment, Yang Xuan was so unfamiliar to him that he could not help but feel a great fear from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, he could even clearly see a jade-like hand gently patting his chest.

He also saw Yang Xuan's cold eyes. There was no emotion in them. He looked at him as if he was looking at a dead man.

What kind of eyes were those?

Such a thought appeared in his mind. At the same time, it was also the last thought in his life.

In the next moment, Niu Yuan was involuntarily sent flying.

"Pfft!" Blood danced in the air. The blood that came from Niu Yuan's mouth splashed all over the sky. Both of his arms exploded in the air, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood that scattered everywhere.

"Bang!"

Niu Yuan fell heavily to the ground. No one knew if he was dead or alive.

Everyone who saw this scene was stupefied. Their mouths were agape, and their eyes were wide open as they stared at Yang Xuan, as if they had seen something inconceivable.

Niu Yuan, who was at the third level of inner force, was sent flying by Yang Xuan, who was born with a crippled body. Blood splattered all over the sky. No one knew if he was dead or alive.

Did they see a ghost?

Chen and Wang stared with their eyes and mouths wide open. Their eyes were unfocused for a moment, as if they could not believe what they had just seen.

To them, the scene in front of them was as unbelievable as the sky falling and the earth cracking. This huge shock caused them to hallucinate. Their ears buzzed and they could not hear anything for a moment. They could only stare blankly at Yang Xuan.

They watched as Yang Xuan slowly retracted his hand.

His fingers were slender and sparkling like jade. They exuded a strange magical power.

This space suddenly quieted down, and not a single sound could be heard.

After some time, a watchdog in the distance suddenly barked.

"Woof!"

Like a signal, everyone suddenly regained their senses.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. At this moment, he felt a very comfortable feeling in his heart. He felt refreshed and elated!

"You … You … Don't come over!"

After a long while, Chen and Wang finally reacted. A huge sense of fear instantly engulfed their bodies, causing them to hurriedly retreat. In their panic, they even fell to the ground and rolled on the ground like gourds.

Yang Xuan slowly lowered his arm as he looked at them with an icy gaze.

The two of them retreated in horror as if they had seen a ghost. Then, they screamed and turned around to run. They didn't even care about Niu Yuan's life or death. It was as if some ferocious beast was chasing after them.

Yang Xuan sneered and stopped chasing. He picked up the wooden bucket and slowly walked forward.

When he passed by Niu Yuan, he stopped and glanced at him.

Niu Yuan couldn't be more dead. The blood under his body had gathered into several pools of blood.

For some reason, his heart was suddenly filled with an inexplicable pleasure. It was as if the mangled body on the ground brought him great pleasure.

A smile crept up the corner of his mouth. He didn't stop and continued to walk forward.

As he moved, some of the onlookers hurriedly made way for Yang Xuan.

In their eyes, there was an indescribable fear and a trace of inexplicable, never-before-seen respect.

Yang Xuan clearly felt this change. At this moment, his heart was filled with pleasure.

"Hahahaha …"

Finally, this pleasure turned into a burst of laughter that reached the clouds. This laughter reverberated through the heavens and earth, causing the flowers and trees to tremble. It shocked the people who witnessed this scene to be extremely frightened.

In the laughter, Yang Xuan strode forward. An inexplicable aura was emitted from his body. It was as if no one in the world could stop him.

Niu Yuan was dead! Niu Yuan, the fourth director's hired thug, was dead.

The news spread like wildfire.

For a moment, all the servants who knew the news were talking about it secretly.

What made them excited was not Niu Yuan's death.

The death of a small Niu Yuan was like the death of an ant to the colossal Yang family. It was not worth mentioning and did not stir up any waves.

What they were interested in was the news that came later. Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths gaped. For a moment, they were speechless.

It was Twelfth Young Master who killed Niu Yuan.

Who was Twelfth Young Master?

Twelfth Young Master was Yang Xuan. He was born with a crippled body. After nine years of practice, he still couldn't cultivate Neixi. The good-for-nothing Yang Xuan.

He killed Niu Yuan???

For a moment, everyone doubted their ears. They wondered if they were hallucinating.

However, the news was reliable. There were even witnesses who said that Twelfth Young Master and Niu Yuan fought for 300 rounds and then killed Niu Yuan with one palm.

Everyone was in an uproar. They were all talking about it.

"Did you hear? Twelfth Young Master killed Niu Yuan! "

"Of course I heard. I didn't expect Yang Xuan to be so powerful!"

"Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush! Don't ever call him by his name again, unless you want to die. You should know that Niu Yuan was at the pinnacle of Level Three Internal Force, but he was still killed by … uh, Twelfth Young Master in one hit. You and I are at Level Two Internal Breath. Keep quiet, keep quiet! "

"You're right. From now on, Twelfth Young Master is going to have a new life!"

"That's right. When we see Twelfth Young Master in the future, we have to salute him. It's said that he is cruel and merciless. Niu Yuan just offended him with his words. What a pity!"

"Stop talking. We'd better wait and see!"

…

Yang Jing got the news immediately.

"What?" Yang Jing stood up abruptly with his eyes wide open. "You said Yang Xuan killed Niu Yuan with one palm?"

Chen Er could not hide the fear in his eyes, as he said in a trembling voice, "Fourth Steward, Yang Xuan only used a single palm, and Niu Yuan was sent flying, his arms exploding into minced meat. After Yang Xuan left, Wang Wu and I went forward to check. Niu Yuan couldn't be any more dead! His body is still in his room! "

Wang Wu nodded. His face was pale and his eyes were dull. It seemed that he hadn't recovered from the shock yet.

Chen Er and Wang Wu were the ones who followed Niu Yuan. After they ran away, they saw Yang Xuan leave from afar. They dared to check, but Niu Yuan had been dead for a long time.

Yang Jing's face was ugly. He kept walking around the room. Thinking about how he bullied Yang Xuan and his mother, he couldn't help but feel irritated.

He wasn't afraid of Yang Xuan's strength. With his sixth level of Internal Strength, he didn't need to be afraid of anyone. It was just that Yang Xuan was a direct descendant of the Yang family. Before, he couldn't practice martial arts, so no one cared about him. Even if he was bullied, no one would stand up for him.

Now that Yang Xuan suddenly had martial arts, although it wasn't enough to make the family pay attention to him, it was foreseeable that his status would change.

Once Yang Xuan's status changed, and he even had a place in the Yang family in the future, he would inevitably remember what happened yesterday. At that time, Yang Jing's life would definitely not be easy.

This was what made Yang Jing fretful and worried.

After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth. A trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes. He suddenly made a decision in his heart.

"Chen Er, pass down my order. Tell the servants who saw this to not discuss it or spread it. Those who disobey will be expelled from the Yang family!"

"Yes!" Chen Er was puzzled. He didn't know why the chief gave such an order.

"Let's go and see Niu Yuan!" Yang Jing said in a low voice.

At the same time, Yang Xuan didn't know the waves he had caused. These days, he just carried water and chopped firewood as usual.

However, his heart was not calm at all.

After understanding the great power of the mysterious force, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have found a different path.

This path was mysterious and rugged, but it seemed to lead him to the peak.

Furthermore, the inexplicable transformation of the cyclone into two made him realize that the cyclone that had inexplicably entered his body was not static. Instead, it could continuously grow stronger.

The only question was how to, well, cultivate — let's call it cultivation for now — to make the cyclone continue to change.

Yang Xuan had a guess in his heart. Since the cyclone could change from one to two, could it also increase to three, four, or even more? Two cyclones already had the power of Level Five inner force. What about more cyclones?

As soon as this idea popped up, his heart thumped and his breathing became rapid.

The question was, how to cultivate? This became the biggest problem in front of him. It was a problem that he urgently needed to solve. He was at a loss for a while.

Also, although he could casually strike with great power, he always had a mysterious feeling. That was, this mysterious force should have its own exclusive way of using it. A special way to exert great power.

It was as if there was always a voice in the unseen world that kept calling out to him, asking him to keep searching for this method that might have never appeared before.

This method was different from martial arts. It was different from any cultivation method or battle skill that existed in this world.

It was a brand new path, a brand new path that no one had ever walked before. It required Yang Xuan to explore it himself, but it was a path that completely belonged to him.

Yang Xuan had a mysterious feeling. He felt as if he was standing at the foot of an incomparably grand and tall mountain. When he climbed to the top of the mountain, it would be the time for him to look down on the world.

Over the past few days, he had been thinking about this all the time. He had a feeling that there was a treasure in front of him, a treasure so huge that it was unimaginable, a treasure that could make him as rich as a country overnight. But now, he was pacing back and forth outside the door, unable to enter.

Power, only power, was the eternal truth.

Only power could prevent him from being bullied.

Only power could allow him to trample others under his feet.

At this moment, he was unprecedentedly determined.

Chapter 7

Another night, in the back mountain of the Yang family.

Yang Xuan sat on a rock, deep in thought.

When he focused his mind, he could clearly see the scene inside his Dantian, as if he was walking on a familiar road.

His Dantian, which was as large as the void, seemed ancient and ancient, like the universe, vast and boundless.

And in the middle of this void, two huge white cyclones slowly rotated, shocking people.

He was probably the only one who could turn his Dantian into cyclones.

Suddenly, a thought struck him like lightning.

He thought of the novels he read in his previous life.

Cyclones, cyclones, Qi? Could it be …

Qi Refinement?

For a moment, he was so shocked by this sudden thought that his whole body trembled.

If it was really Qi Refinement, then everything made sense.

Qi Refinement, Cultivation.

These two words ran rampant in his mind, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

In this world full of martial arts, are there Qi Refinement cultivators?

As far as he knows, absolutely not.

Then, is he the first and only Qi Refinement cultivator in this world? Or is he called a Cultivator?

Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Void Refinement, Unity, Great Success, Tribulation.

One by one, the terms of Cultivation appeared in his mind, and it was also the first time they appeared in this martial arts world.

After Tribulation, he would ascend and become an Immortal.

The two cyclones in his body, does it mean that he has entered Qi Refinement stage 2?

And the mysterious power that entered his body from the outside world is …

His heart trembled, and a word appeared in his mind.

Spirit Qi.

As for the golden lightning that appeared out of nowhere, it must be the power of this world's laws.

In a martial arts world, Cultivation goes against the laws of this world, the power of the laws turned into golden lightning, forming a punishment from the heavens.

It must be like this.

Yang Xuan was already close to 100% sure.

The reason why he didn't think of Cultivation before was because of his preconceived notions, his thinking was limited by this martial arts world, and he didn't think of this at all.

Now, his thoughts finally jumped out.

Yang Xuan's heart was in turmoil, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself, his mind was rumbling and blank.

After a long time, he tried to calm himself down, barely managing to calm down.

He was no longer lost.

Although he did not know the reason why he suddenly cultivated in this world of martial arts, it was an indisputable fact that he had obtained power.

So what if he couldn't practice martial arts? So what if she was born with a crippled body?

I can't practice martial arts, but …

I can cultivate.

He almost couldn't help but laugh wildly in his heart.

I, Yang Xuan, am the only Qi Practitioner in the Martial Dao World, the only cultivator.

So what if he was at the peak of Internal Force? So what if he was a Xiantian master? Even if One-Line-Sky had the Three Flowers at One's Prominence and the Five Qis Unification, it was nothing in front of a cultivator.

After the ecstasy, when he calmed down, he found a new problem.

In terms of cultivation, he only knew a few cultivation realms, but he had no idea how to cultivate.

The Four Great Cultivation Methods — Wealth, Companionship, Law, and Earth.

He didn't have any.

Needless to say, he was poor.

Companion — he had already said that he was the only True Cultivator, so where could he find a Dao companion?

Needless to say.

He didn't even have the most important technique.

He didn't even know any cultivation methods, not even the lowest level of cultivation methods.

In the face of so many problems, Yang Xuan's eyes showed determination.

So what if he didn't have anything?

So what if he didn't know anything?

Years of humiliation had filled his heart with a thirst for power.

Now, he finally saw hope, so how could he give it up?

Yang Xuan was expressionless, his eyes fell through the night and fell on an unknown distance.

Cultivation, cultivation, cultivation, cultivation of the true self, the cultivation of the heart.

If there is no path, then I will step on a path.

If there is no path, then I will create a path!

I have my own path!

Yang Xuan muttered to himself in his heart, the cyclone was still rotating, exuding a mysterious aura.

Yang Xuan couldn't help but recall the unforeseen events of that night.

First, his mind was agitated, his heart was filled with unwillingness and anger, then the cyclone began to rotate at high speed, and then the spiritual energy poured into his body, into the cyclone, and the cyclone, because of this, grew stronger bit by bit.

Hmm? Wait a minute!

Suddenly, Yang Xuan's eyes lit up, and a bolt of lightning flashed across his mind.

At that time, the cyclone began to rotate faster under the agitation of his mind.

And as the cyclone spun faster, more spiritual energy poured in! Then, golden lightning appeared from the void, and began to bombard the cyclone, and finally, the cyclone mutated, from one to two.

After organizing his thoughts, Yang Xuan continued to ponder.

In this case, the key to increasing the cyclone's size was that a large amount of spiritual energy from the outside world entered the dantian, and in order to let a large amount of spiritual energy enter the dantian, the existing cyclone must rotate faster.

Yang Xuan's eyes grew brighter, shining in the dark night.

If accelerating the cyclone's rotation could cause the final mutation, then the key to accelerating the cyclone's rotation was — —

Yang Xuan stood up with a whoosh, his breathing rapid, and his eyes shining.

— — Will!!

In other words, the cyclone in the dantian was controlled by one's will?

Yang Xuan's face lit up with joy, and he felt as if he had grasped something.

The cyclone in the dantian had no meridians to follow, and there were no traces to be found, but it was controlled by one's will. In the words of novels, it was divine will.

Divine will came first in cultivating one's body.

After coming to this conclusion, Yang Xuan was excited for a moment, and his heart thumped wildly.

Yang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, sank his mind into his dantian, and concentrated his thoughts.

Being able to concentrate in an instant seemed to be a natural ability, and it was as natural as practicing it thousands of times. When he wanted to do it, he could do it naturally.

Yang Xuan used his will to call the cyclone in his dantian over and over again.

Accelerate! Accelerate! Accelerate!

However, to Yang Xuan's disappointment, after a few calls, the two cyclones were like masters who had eaten and drunk enough, and did not move at all.

Yang Xuan was stunned. Was his train of thought wrong?

He was unwilling to give up and called a few more times, but it was still to no avail.

This …?

Yang Xuan was a little dumbfounded! Are you deliberately going against me?

The two cyclones were still unmoved.

Yang Xuan was helpless, and could only resentfully prepare to withdraw his will from his dantian. Before he left, he inexplicably recalled the way the cyclones had spun wildly that night.

In the next moment, the two cyclones, which were originally like masters, suddenly began to accelerate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha, I understand, I understand!" Yang Xuan was ecstatic.

"To use one's will to command the cyclones, one only needs to have such a thought in one's mind, just like how the brain commands the arm. There is no need to deliberately do or say anything, as long as the command is given, it will naturally be as easy as being commanded by the arm."

With this thought, the two cyclones suddenly spun wildly, faster and faster, and in a short while, they turned into a vast expanse of white fog.

Just as the two cyclones spun wildly, the outside world's Spirit Qi finally appeared. Unlike before, this time, the Spirit Qi formed two huge transparent vortexes above Yang Xuan's head.

With the formation of the huge vortexes, an unparalleled force began to madly pour into Yang Xuan's dantian.

The Spirit Qi surged in like a torrential flood, and after being absorbed by the two cyclones, it finally expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yang Xuan sat cross-legged with his hands on his knees, palms facing the sky.

The Spirit Qi of Heaven and Earth was endless, surging madly into Yang Xuan's body.

After a moment, in the void, a trace of the golden lightning finally appeared.

One bolt, two bolts, a hundred bolts, ten thousand bolts …

In just a short while, the golden lightning formed by the rules filled the entire dantian, like a golden dragon, wantonly roaming.

"Boom, boom …"

The huge roar seemed to go straight into the sky.

Inside Yang Xuan's dantian, the golden lightning had been bombarding the white cyclones ever since it appeared in the void.

After an unknown period of time, the Spirit Qi stopped pouring in.

Slowly, the two cyclones got closer and closer to each other.

Following the frenzied bombardment of the golden lightning, accompanied by a rumbling sound that resounded throughout the Huan Xuan, the two cyclones actually fused into one.

The golden lightning seemed to be a little tired, and it actually stopped rumbling. It only wandered in the void of Yang Xuan's dantian, as if it was brewing something.

Yang Xuan watched quietly, waiting.

After an unknown amount of time, the golden lightning suddenly moved. The two golden lightning bolts that were close to each other suddenly merged into one.

This seemed to be a signal. In the next moment, all the lightning began to move crazily. They seemed to be fusing and devouring at the same time. The golden lightning merged in pairs and did not stop for a moment. In just a moment, three huge lightning bolts were formed in the void. They seemed to occupy the entire Dantian and exuded boundless power.

The moment these three huge golden lightning bolts formed, they contained an unparalleled power that bombarded Yang Xuan's cyclones.

"Boom!!!"

The white cyclones trembled violently under the bombardment of the huge lightning bolts, like a person on the verge of death, as if they could dissipate into the void at any time.

Not good!

Yang Xuan suddenly felt his heart palpitate.

There seemed to be a voice in the unseen world talking to him, but when he listened carefully, it disappeared.

The white cyclones shook violently, and under the continuous bombardment of the three golden lightning bolts, holes actually appeared in some places.

Yang Xuan's heart stirred, and his consciousness suddenly turned into a stream of light that rushed into the cyclones in a flash.

He actually merged with the white cyclones, and he was the cyclones, and the cyclones were him, and there was no longer any distinction between them.

At this moment, Yang Xuan had an epiphany, and he suddenly understood that this was how it should be. Originally, his consciousness should be fighting against the golden lightning with the white cyclones.

When Yang Xuan's consciousness merged with the white cyclones, it was like an army that was originally scattered like sand suddenly received a definite order from the commander-in-chief, and it exuded an enormous aura.

Come on!

Yang Xuan, who had transformed into the white cyclones, had a determined look in his eyes.

At this moment, he felt that he was incomparably powerful, and that no matter what blocked his way, it would be torn to pieces by him.

"Roar!!!"

The three golden lightning bolts were like three golden dragons that let out an earth-shattering roar, and a huge aura began to rise. When it reached a point of zero boundary, the three golden dragons suddenly rushed down with a huge aura.

Yang Xuan did not show any weakness, and the white cyclones spun wildly.

"Boom!!!"

Yang Xuan could not help but roar, and he felt as if he was torn into countless pieces in an instant. Huge waves of pain attacked his nerves one after another like waves.

In the next moment, the white cyclones, which had been broken into countless pieces, revolved around Yang Xuan's consciousness. In a moment, a new cyclones were formed.

Yang Xuan felt as if his will had grown twice as strong as it had been when it had shattered and reunited.

At the same time, he could clearly feel that the white cyclones that had reappeared had an inexplicable aura compared to before, and had become more powerful and invincible.

"Roar —"

The moment the white cyclones reappeared, the golden dragons let out an unwilling roar, and once again turned into countless golden lightning bolts, forming a huge net that wrapped Yang Xuan and the white cyclones.

The instant the golden lightning completely enveloped the white cyclone, Yang Xuan felt as if he had entered a sealed space. All around him was a vast expanse of white mist, and he couldn't see anything. Nothing could be heard.

He only felt that there seemed to be a kind of majestic power being nurtured within it, like a baby that was growing bit by bit. Although it was still very weak now, there would be a day when this power fully matured, and there would be no one in the world who could stop him.

Chapter 8

After an unknown amount of time, the giant golden cocoon suddenly exploded with a bang, turning back into specks of golden light that filled the entire sky, flickering incessantly.

In the center of Yang Xuan's dantian, three white cyclones appeared, slowly rotating in a tripod formation.

When these three cyclones appeared, the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth from the outside world began to slowly flow into the three cyclones.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuan's heart was incomparably excited. He came to a realization — Qi Refining Stage Three.

He, the only cultivator in the Martial God's World, had already reached Qi Refining Stage Three.

From now on, a brand new path was laid out in front of him.

Yang Xuan used his mind to slowly rotate the three cyclones, and the Spiritual Qi slowly but continuously flowed into the cyclones.

The energy vortex above his head had long since disappeared. Yang Xuan understood that the huge energy vortex would only appear when the Spiritual Qi within the cyclones had accumulated to a certain extent and advanced.

Withdrawing from his inner sight, Yang Xuan discovered that only about two hours had passed.

His eyes swept across his surroundings, and Yang Xuan immediately felt the difference.

His eyes swept across his surroundings, and everything around him became incomparably clear, giving him a completely new feeling. At the same time, his senses became incomparably sharp, and he could even feel the movement of leaves in the breeze.

He knew that this was definitely not an illusion, but a benefit brought to him by Qi Refining Stage Three.

This advancement not only allowed him to enter Qi Refining Stage Three, but it also brought incomparable benefits to Yang Xuan's mind, causing his mind to become even stronger.

However, when he recalled what had just happened, he could not help but feel a lingering fear in his heart.

At that time, if it were not for the unyielding will in his heart that turned into a kind of will, and in the end, turned defeat into victory, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Contending against the power of a world's laws, one could imagine how dangerous it would be.

At this moment, he understood that his current strength was still too weak, and he had not yet attracted the attention of the power of laws.

As he grew stronger, the power of laws imposed on him would become stronger and stronger, until he was turned into fine powder by the power of laws, or he would be above the laws of this world.

There was no possibility of reconciliation between the two.

However, he did not regret it at all. If he had to make a choice again, he would still do it even if he knew that it was extremely dangerous.

There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If one wanted to reap huge rewards, one would have to pay a huge price. This had been the case since ancient times.

Now that he had mastered the method, the rest was a matter of course.

Yang Xuan's mind sank into his Dantian and concentrated. He slowly pushed the three cyclones to spin faster. As the cyclones sped up, the speed at which the spiritual energy entered his body also became faster.

Along with the influx of spiritual energy, each of the three cyclones released a stream of spiritual energy that wandered around his limbs and bones. Bit by bit, it nourished his body, causing it to become tougher and more agile.

At this moment, a thought flashed through his mind.

Spiritual Qi entering the body and transforming into True Essence was known as Qi Refining.

True Essence was like an emperor, and Spirit Qi was like a soldier.

At this moment, there was no True Essence in his body. By the time all the Spirit Qi in his body turned into liquid True Essence, he would most likely have stepped into the second stage of True Cultivation — Foundation Establishment.

At this moment, he was looking forward to it.

The bright moon was bright, and a cool breeze was blowing. The surroundings were silent, and only the leaves were swaying.

Yang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground quietly with his eyes slightly closed. As he breathed in and out, he revealed a mysterious charm.

In such an environment, Yang Xuan began to cultivate for the first time in his life.

As the night deepened, the whole world fell into silence. However, no one would have thought that a young man would take a step that would shake the whole world in the future.

At the same time, Fourth Chief Steward Yang Jing found it difficult to sleep. His mind was filled with thoughts, and he inexplicably felt a trace of panic and even a trace of fear.

Thinking of his previous attitude towards Yang Xuan and his mother, and then thinking of Niu Yuan's cold corpse, he felt a trace of regret that he had never felt before. However, he immediately threw away this trace of regret and turned it into a sinister one.

His eyes became sinister and vicious, like a poisonous snake in the dark night.

'I won't be at ease if you don't die!'

…

When he woke up again, the sky was already slightly bright. Yang Xuan patted his clothes and stood up. Although he had sat for an entire night, his legs did not feel numb at all. His whole person also seemed refreshed, without a trace of fatigue.

When he returned to his residence, his mother had already woken up and was working. When she saw Yang Xuan coming in from outside, she was not surprised and thought that Yang Xuan had woken up early.

In the past few days, Qian Shi had noticed that the way people looked at her seemed to be a little different.

Originally, those people looked at her with disdain, ridicule, disgust, and other emotions. But now, she sensitively noticed that the way people looked at her had changed. There was an inexplicable feeling that made her feel a little unfamiliar.

This kind of change made her feel uneasy and worried. She hoped that nothing unexpected had happened.

Now that she saw Yang Xuan, she thought of this and said to Yang Xuan, "Little Xuan, did you notice something strange these past few days?"

Yang Xuan took the bucket that was already filled with water from his mother's hands and helped her pour it into the huge washing basin. Looking at his mother's red hands, he felt a little sour in his heart and said, "No, Mother, what's wrong?"

Qian Shi put the laundry into the wooden basin and thought for a while. She hesitated and said, "I feel that the way people look at me these past few days is not right. It seems like, um … I'm not sure. I keep feeling like I'm a little scared!" After saying that, she frowned. Even she did not dare to believe what she said. It was good enough that these people did not bully them. How could she be scared?

Yang Xuan heard that and understood. It seemed that the effect of killing Niu Yuan was showing.

However, what puzzled him the most was that the storm he had imagined did not come. Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Of course, Yang Xuan was not naive enough to think that this matter would pass just like that.

Although as a direct descendant of the Yang family, casually killing one or two servants was not a big deal to a hegemon like the Yang family, if this person was Yang Xuan, it would definitely cause a huge uproar.

Now that everything was calm, he felt that this was just the calm before the storm.

His heart was slightly expectant. A trace of coldness appeared at the corner of his mouth. Yang Xuan said in his heart, "Come, I'll wait!"

Unknowingly, even Yang Xuan himself did not realize that he had changed!

Yang Xuan would not tell his mother the truth. That would only make her worried. He casually comforted his mother, picked up the wooden bucket, and started the day's work.

The next few days were still calm. However, when the servants saw Yang Xuan, they would always lower their heads to avoid him. When they could not avoid him, they would lower their heads and become unusually respectful.

Yang Xuan enjoyed this feeling very much. Looking at the people who had disdained and ignored him now lowering their heads in front of him, he could not help but feel a little strange. For the first time, he tasted the benefits of strength.

These days, he did not give up on his cultivation. Every night, he continued to absorb spiritual energy to strengthen his True Essence. However, from that day onwards, he never went to the back of the mountain again. Instead, he cultivated in his own room.

Now, the main problem in front of him was how to use spiritual energy. Although spiritual energy was converted into True Essence and he could casually strike with great power, he knew in his heart that cultivators had thousands of tricks up their sleeves. They did not just rely on brute force.

However, as the only self-cultivator in this world, where could he go to find Taoist techniques and cultivation methods?

This problem had been hovering in his heart for a long time, but he could not find a way to solve it. However, Yang Xuan was not in a hurry. He knew that what would come, would come!

On this afternoon, he was chopping firewood in the courtyard. His snow-white hatchet was raised high up in the air, sparkling under the sunlight. Soon after, it fell rapidly, and with a bang, a wooden stake was split into two halves. He had repeated this action for many years. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Even with his eyes closed, he could accurately chop the center of the wooden stake.

Yang Xuan's heart was not here at this time. He was constantly thinking about how to use spiritual energy.

The sun reflected from the raised hatchet fell on Yang Xuan's eyes, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes. After he reacted, he slowly put away the hatchet. Just as he was about to chop again, his eyes suddenly fell on the hatchet.

The hatchet made of pig iron was shining like snow. Because Yang Xuan often polished the blade, it was unusually sharp. From time to time, a cold light flashed.

Yang Xuan's heart suddenly moved.

The hatchet moved because it was driven by the strength of the arm, and the hatchet could split the firewood because the edge was thin and sharp.

Since that was the case, could he use his mind as the arm and spiritual energy as the blade to launch an attack like a hatchet?

Yang Xuan's heart thumped, and his eyes became brighter. He felt that a new path had appeared in front of him.

He acted as soon as he thought of it. He sent out his mind, and spiritual energy suddenly surged out from his dantian.

There was hope! Yang Xuan was delighted. He did not dare to be negligent and continued to concentrate.

The spiritual energy appeared in front of his body. Yang Xuan felt that it first became a ball, and then slowly formed a transparent crescent according to Yang Xuan's mind.

For a moment, Yang Xuan was so happy that he almost laughed out loud. The appearance of this transparent crescent meant that his train of thought was correct.

"Go!" Yang Xuan shouted.

Before he finished speaking, the transparent crescent rushed toward a nearby locust tree with lightning speed.

"Pu!" The crescent collided with the locust tree, producing a soft sound.

A breeze blew, and the branches of the locust tree rustled, as if mocking him.

"Huh?" Yang Xuan was dumbfounded.

After being hit by the crescent, the locust tree was completely fine. There was not even a trace of damage left on the tree.

"This …" Yang Xuan was a little stunned.

This was like a person holding a long knife and excitedly slashing at an enemy, but the enemy was completely fine. Instead, the enemy crossed his arms and laughed, saying, "Come again, come again." It was so embarrassing and unbelievable.

Unwilling to give up, a crescent almost twice as large as before slowly formed.

"Go!" Yang Xuan gritted his teeth.

A breeze blew, and the branches of the locust tree rustled, mocking him again.

An even larger crescent was formed.

"Go!" Yang Xuan gnashed his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

A breeze blew, and the branches of the locust tree rustled. … …

"Go!" Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and his voice hoarse.

A breeze blew … …

… …

After a long while, Yang Xuan was panting heavily. This was not because he was tired, but because he was angry.

Motherf * cker. Yang Xuan jumped up and rushed to the locust tree, slashing wildly with the hatchet in his hand. It was only when he saw that the tree was suddenly riddled with holes that he calmed down a little.

After calming down, Yang Xuan began to think carefully.

The spiritual energy in the vortex could form a crescent blade according to his will. This meant that at least the first half of his train of thought was correct. Spiritual energy could take any shape.

However, when the crescent blade struck the locust tree, it did not cause any substantial damage. Yang Xuan had never expected this result.

Why was it like this? Yang Xuan fell into deep thought.

Chapter 9

Spirit energy could give him boundless strength and agility, but it couldn't directly attack the enemy.

But how could the use of spirit energy be so simple?

Cultivators could move mountains, fill seas, and transform into thousands of people.

It would be great if he had a cultivation technique, even if it was the lowest level.

After calming himself down, Yang Xuan threw away this unrealistic idea and began to organize his thoughts again.

As the only cultivator in this world, he had to rely on himself to figure out everything.

Yang Xuan's gaze fell on the hatchet in his hand.

A hatchet could chop firewood because the strength of a person's arm was added to the hatchet, but the hatchet could chop firewood because the hatchet was made of iron and was harder than firewood …

Yang Xuan suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind. He seemed to have grasped something, and it was something crucial.

Strength added to the hatchet, firewood chopped by the hatchet, and the hatchet was made of iron …

The hatchet was made of iron!!!

Suddenly, Yang Xuan's eyes lit up. Yes, that was it.

Yang Xuan became excited. Thinking about it from another perspective, if a person's strength didn't change and the firewood didn't change, then the deciding factor in whether or not the firewood could be chopped was the hatchet.

As his train of thought became clearer, Yang Xuan couldn't help but breathe faster.

His thoughts produced ideas, his spirit energy was like an arm exerting strength, and the crescent moon was like a hatchet. The reason why the crescent moon couldn't cause damage to the locust tree was because he had only exerted strength. Without a carrier, how could he chop the locust tree?

Having figured this out, Yang Xuan immediately felt refreshed. Then, there was only one question left: where to find a carrier?

The locust tree was wood, and the hatchet was metal. Then, could he turn his spirit energy into a hatchet?

With this thought, Yang Xuan's thoughts suddenly became as sharp as a blade, and a murderous aura surged out.

Suddenly, Yang Xuan acutely noticed that the thread of spirit energy in front of him suddenly changed. The spirit energy, which was originally hard to see with the naked eye, suddenly glowed with a faint gold color and emitted traces of a metallic luster.

Yang Xuan forcefully suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. His will was like a knife, and the faint golden light of the Spirit Qi instantly turned into a crescent moon.

"Go!" Yang Xuan shouted.

The foot-long golden crescent disappeared in an instant, and in the next moment, it gently streaked past the tree with rustling leaves. It didn't stop there, and streaked past a huge bluestone behind the tree.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. Yang Xuan was so nervous that he didn't even blink as he stared at the locust tree.

A gust of wind blew past, and the bowl-sized locust tree suddenly split from the middle. The treetop slowly fell down, smashing heavily onto the ground. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror.

Immense joy instantly filled his entire body. Yang Xuan let out a wild laugh, his voice piercing through the clouds and startling countless birds.

His laughter was indescribably carefree. The depression in his heart was swept away.

If one didn't experience it for themselves, who would understand the humiliation in his heart and his thirst for power?

As the laughter gradually stopped, Yang Xuan clenched his fists. His eyes revealed a resolute expression. From this moment on, he would no longer endure.

Everything that was owed to me, I will take it back. Everything that was done to me, I will pay it back tenfold. Everyone who looked down on me, who laughed at me, I want you to open your dog eyes wide. I, Yang Xuan, am not trash.

I will be stronger than all of you. I will become the only legend in this world.

"Pa!" A light sound rang out, and the hard bluestone suddenly split in half. Yang Xuan's gaze swept over it. The fracture was neat and smooth, as if it had been cut by a stone knife.

Suddenly enlightened, Yang Xuan lightly said, "Since it's like this, I'll give you a name — Golden Moon Slash."

"Creak …"

The wooden door creaked, and Mrs. Qian walked out. When she saw the scene in the courtyard, she suddenly widened her eyes in shock. Her gaze swept between the locust tree and the bluestone on the ground. "This … this … Little Xuan, what's going on?"

Yang Xuan hurriedly said, "Mother, it's nothing. I can't plant locust trees in the courtyard, so I cut it down. As for this stone, uh … maybe it's been too long and weathered! Haha, haha! "

After saying that, Yang Xuan even felt that it was too far-fetched. He could only laugh awkwardly.

He quickly changed the topic and said, "Mother, why did you come back?"

Only then did Mrs. Qian say, "Oh, look at me, I almost forgot. There's no firewood in the kitchen, so I asked you to quickly send some over."

"Oh!" Yang Xuan responded and hurriedly ran away, leaving Mrs. Qian alone with a face full of doubts.

In the following period of time, Yang Xuan's life was busy but fulfilling. He absorbed spiritual energy at night and secretly practiced Golden Moon Slash during the day.

As time passed, the three cyclones in his body had more than doubled in size compared to the beginning. The speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy also became faster and faster.

With his diligent practice, Golden Moon Slash became more and more handy. In the end, with a thought, the golden moon broke through the sky and could instantly hit the target. Only now did he feel that he had completely grasped this first Dao technique that belonged to him.

One morning, the weather was clear. Yang Xuan was fetching water when someone suddenly called him.

"Yang Xuan, Fourth Chief Steward is looking for you!" The person stood in the distance and shouted.

Yang Xuan slightly raised his head to look. It was a familiar person. It was Wang Wu, who followed behind Niu Yuan that day.

At this moment, he looked at Yang Xuan with slight fear, his eyes flickering.

Yang Xuan put down the wooden bucket and slightly glanced at Wang Wu.

Wang Wu took a few big steps back. His face instantly turned pale, and he said with a trembling voice, "You … you … what do you want? Don't come over! "

"Where?"

Wang Wu's voice trembled, "In … in the bamboo forest at the foot of the back mountain!"

After saying that, he ran away in a panic.

Although Yang Xuan was a direct descendant of the Yang family, at the same time, he was born with a crippled body. He could not even reach the first level of inner strength after nine years of practice. Therefore, he was reduced to a servant under the jurisdiction of Fourth Chief Steward Yang Jing.

Niu Yuan was Yang Jing's right-hand man and was relied on as his right-hand man.

Originally, Yang Xuan thought that Yang Jing would immediately make trouble, but he did not expect Yang Jing to be so patient. He waited until today to make a move.

However, at this time, Yang Xuan would not shrink back. He was worried that he could not find someone to test his moves on, and someone delivered himself to his door.

Thinking of this, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. He lifted his feet and walked to the back mountain.

The bamboo forest at the back mountain was secluded and inaccessible. Yang Xuan used to go there to dig bamboo shoots and wild vegetables, so he was very familiar with it. In a moment, he arrived at his destination.

When he entered the bamboo forest, he saw Yang Jing with his hands behind his back. He was standing with his back facing him, as if he was admiring the green bamboo.

Hearing Yang Xuan's footsteps, Yang Jing slowly turned around. He had a complicated look in his eyes. After a while, he said without thinking, "Twelfth Young Master, I remember when you were just born, I held you in my arms! In the blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed! "

Yang Xuan did not answer. He just looked at Yang Jing coldly.

Yang Jing did not care. He said, "At that time, Fifth Master was still alive, and you were also a young master with a silver spoon in your mouth. It's just that …"

Yang Jing shook his head as if he was sighing. "It's just that the weather is unpredictable. Who would have thought that Fifth Master would die in battle?"

Yang Xuan's heart skipped a beat. The cause of his father's death had always been a mystery. No one had ever told him. He had also asked his mother, but his mother was tight-lipped and avoided the topic.

"How did my father die?" Yang Xuan asked.

Yang Jing did not answer. He just said, "Originally, even if Fifth Master had passed away, with the direct bloodline of the Yang family, you would not have fallen to such a state. It's just that …"

Yang Jing's eyes showed a trace of ridicule. "You were born with a crippled body. You are a piece of trash who can't even reach Level One of Internal Force after nine years of cultivation!"

"A direct bloodline of the Yang family is actually a piece of trash. I think, even Fifth Master did not expect that!"

Yang Jing's expression became strange. He seemed to be in disbelief. He continued, "But this piece of trash killed Niu Yuan! Niu Yuan, who was at Level Three of Internal Force! "

Yang Jing's eyes became sinister. "Can you tell me why?"

Yang Xuan ignored him and asked again, "How did my father die?"

Yang Jing suddenly laughed. "Do you want to know? Hahahaha, you should go down and ask him yourself! "

Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed into slits. "You want to kill me?"

Yang Jing heard this and said coldly, "All these years, how have I treated you and your mother?"

Yang Xuan did not speak, but his eyes showed a trace of murderous intent.

He remembered the scene of Yang Jing beating him and his mother when he was young.

At that time, he was still young and was at the critical stage of puberty. He got hungry easily.

At that time, Yang Jing was just an ordinary steward. He often docked Mrs. Qian's monthly allowance and food. Once, little Yang Xuan could not stand the hunger. After eating the last steamed bun in the house, he still fainted. Mrs. Qian had no choice but to beg Yang Jing. Who knew that she would be beaten by him with a whip.

Yang Xuan followed behind his mother and saw it with his own eyes. He rushed forward in a hurry, but he was beaten several times. Seeing this, Mrs. Qian tightly protected Yang Xuan in her arms, but she was beaten until she was covered in bruises.

He always remembered this incident in his heart and would never forget it!

Yang Jing observed his expression and felt a chill in his heart.

Sensing the murderous intent in Yang Xuan's eyes, he understood that the conflict between him and Yang Xuan was irreconcilable.

Even if he did not kill Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan would kill him.

He who strikes first gains the advantage, and he who strikes later suffers.

At this moment, he finally made up his mind to take the risk.

He sneered and said, "You and I both know how I treat you and your son. Now, for some reason, you can cultivate. When you are valued by the family, you can imagine my fate, so … "

Yang Jing's eyes were gloomy. "If you don't die, I won't be at ease!"

Yang Xuan said coldly, "If you kill me, aren't you afraid that the Yang family will pursue it?"

Yang Jing sneered. "After killing you, I'll find a place to bury you, and then kill your mother. As long as you do it in secret, with your and your mother's status in the Yang Family, who will investigate? After a long time, it will slowly fade away! "

Yang Xuan mocked, "Stupid. Although my mother and I have a low status, we are still a direct descendant of the Yang family. If we suddenly disappear, do you think anyone will pursue it? This investigation will definitely lead to Niu Yuan's matter. Then, do you think you can still hide it? "

Yang Jing was stunned. He really did not think so much. After thinking carefully, Yang Xuan's words made sense.

However, in this situation, he could not stop. The arrow was nocked on the bowstring, and he had to release it.

He made up his mind and said, "You don't have to worry about this!"

As he spoke, his sixth layer of inner strength was already circulating rapidly, and the surrounding bamboo swayed.

In the next moment, Yang Jing bent his legs slightly, and his whole body was like an arrow leaving the bowstring. In an instant, he crossed the distance of twenty feet and appeared in front of Yang Xuan. He backhanded Yang Xuan's neck to hammer.

Earth-based martial arts technique, Boulder Fist.

"Go to hell!" Yang Jing's face was ferocious.

Under the full circulation of his sixth layer of inner strength, Yang Jing's fist brought a loud whistling sound. With the two of them as the center, the withered leaves on the ground around them flew wildly as if they were swept by the wind.

The bamboo around the two of them bent backward under the strong wind, as if it would break at any time.

Sixth layer of inner strength was actually so powerful.

Chapter 10

Yang Jing's fist hammered towards Yang Xuan's neck with immense force. If it was the Yang Xuan of the past, his neck would definitely have been broken. But now, Yang Xuan had already stepped into the third level of Qi Refining. His reaction speed was incomparable to that of an ordinary person. He only needed to take a light step back to avoid the incoming fist.

Yang Jing's giant fist missed and flew past Yang Xuan's face. The wind made his clothes flutter.

A trace of surprise flashed in Yang Jing's eyes, but he did not panic. After his right fist missed, he used the momentum of his body to turn his left arm into an elbow. Earth element internal energy gushed out and struck towards Yang Xuan's chest. It was one of the killer moves of the Stone-Breaking Fist – Vibrating Arm Strike.

Yang Xuan took another step back and avoided the killer move. At the same time, he asked, "How did my father die?"

Yang Jing was shocked and angry. The Vibrating Arm Strike was not to be underestimated. He had been practicing the Stone-Breaking Fist for many years and had defeated countless enemies with this move.

Now that he was using his sixth level of Internal Force, it was even more powerful. But Yang Xuan dodged it in a single step, which made him shocked and angry.

He originally thought that since Yang Xuan hadn't reached the first stage of inner strength a few months ago, even if he was suddenly able to cultivate inner strength for some unknown reason, he couldn't be that brilliant. The only reason he was able to defeat Niu Yuan was because Niu Yuan had underestimated him. With his sixth level of Internal Force cultivation, it was easy for him to defeat Yang Jing.

But now, it seemed that Yang Xuan had been completely at ease, as if he hadn't been affected at all. It was as if he hadn't been affected at all.

How could he know that Yang Xuan's body was constantly being nourished by the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth? His reaction speed and agility had already reached an unimaginable level.

"I'll tell you when you're dead!" Yang Jing was furious and his face was ferocious.

Shocked and angry, Yang Jing did not stop, the [Stone Breaking Fist] continued to be used. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in all directions, as if a fierce wind had passed through. The bamboo in the surrounding thirty feet radius was suddenly broken by the overflowing internal strength. For a moment, the branches and leaves scattered, the momentum was unparalleled.

Yang Jing was secretly pleased with himself.

Although the Stone-Breaking Fist was only an intermediate combat skill, he had been practicing it for many years. He had put in a lot of hard work, and he had also received guidance from the Elders. Therefore, the power of the Stone-Breaking Fist had long surpassed that of an ordinary intermediate combat skill.

However, the more he fought, the more shocked he became. He was almost done with this set of Stone-Breaking Fist, but he couldn't even touch the corner of Yang Xuan's clothes.

At this moment, a trace of panic finally appeared in his heart.

Yang Xuan could have killed him directly, but the only reason he had taken so long was because he wanted to get the cause of his father's death from him.

At this moment, seeing that he was unable to get anything out of Zhang Xuan, he finally lost his patience, and killing intent flickered in his eyes.

Since that was the case, he would take Yang Jing's life.

A faint golden light flashed, and Yang Jing's movements stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes in shock, and his eyes were filled with disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that he had died so easily here.

"What … is this … martial skill?" Yang Jing asked strenuously, with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Golden Moon Slash!" Yang Xuan looked at him indifferently, as if he was looking at an ant. His voice was soft, as if it came from the horizon.

"Golden Moon Slash, so … this … is … this!" The light in Yang Jing's eyes slowly dimmed, and in the next moment, his body suddenly split into pieces. A large amount of blood gushed out from the smooth cuts, like a pile of rotten meat, and piled up on the ground.

However, his eyes were still wide open, unwilling to close! There were too many questions, too many regrets.

Yang Jing was dead!

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yang Xuan's heart was calm. After releasing six Golden Moon Slashes in an instant, he had foreseen the scene in front of him.

His eyes were cold, like an assassin who had experienced life and death.

The pungent smell of blood drifted over, and it was nauseating.

However, Yang Xuan didn't feel the slightest bit, and just quietly looked at the pile of rotten meat, even though the pile of rotten meat was a living person just a moment ago. His indifference seemed to be engraved in his bones, and he was born with it.

He was thinking about his father's death.

Everyone thought that a child of a few years old would not know anything.

However, who would know that in that young body, there was a soul in his twenties, who grew up in an orphanage?

Family was what he lacked in his previous life.

Therefore, in this life, he valued family more than anything else.

His father's death was a huge blow to him.

However, at that time, he was acting as a child who couldn't do anything, a child who no one told him the cause of his father's death, a child who couldn't even show excessive grief.

Today, although he didn't know the real cause of his father's death from Yang Jing, he didn't come out empty-handed. At least, he knew that his father died in battle.

The bamboo forest was silent, and only the sound of the wind sweeping the bamboo leaves and the strong smell of blood could be heard.

"Come out!" Yang Xuan suddenly said.

After a moment of silence, a figure staggered out, but before he could run to Yang Xuan, his legs went soft, and he knelt on the ground, unable to get up again.

This person was Wang Wu!

At this moment, his face was pale, and his face was filled with fear. His body trembled because of excessive fear, and his teeth made a gurgling sound.

Yang Xuan slowly turned around, looked at him, and said, "You saw it? Why didn't you run? "

Wang Wu's body trembled violently, and his teeth made a gurgling sound. He only looked at Yang Xuan in fear, and couldn't say anything.

Yang Xuan's face turned cold, and said lightly, "I don't like people not answering my questions!"

Wang Wu's body trembled violently, and he almost fell to the ground. He tried his best to tremble, and said, "My … my … leg … leg …" At this point, he couldn't continue.

A stench wafted over, and it turned out that Wang Wu was so scared that he had lost control of his bowels and bowels.

Yang Xuan frowned, looked at Wang Wu, and then turned to leave. His faint voice drifted in the bamboo forest, "Bury Yang Jing here, and come find me tomorrow!"

A huge joy instantly surrounded Wang Wu. He knew that his little life was finally saved, and a sense of happiness arose spontaneously. It was just that he inadvertently saw Yang Jing, who was like a pile of rotten meat — if this was still Yang Jing — and he couldn't help but shudder.

Since then, this scene was deeply imprinted in his mind, and could no longer be erased.

At night, Yang Xuan sat quietly on a wooden chair in his room. Today's matter, he was definitely not as calm as he appeared to be. He needed to calm down, so that he could think about the path he should take.

First, there was his father's death, which must be investigated.

According to the information revealed by Yang Jing, his father had died in battle. This was a clue, and also the only clue that Yang Xuan knew at this moment.

Then, how did his father die in battle? Who was the one who killed him? Why did he fight? Why did everyone keep their mouths shut?

These questions had become a cloud of doubt that lingered in Yang Xuan's mind for a long time.

Mother should know the reason, but she was unwilling to tell him.

Then, did Sixth Uncle know? Did the elders in the family know? Did the head of the family know? These questions formed a huge mystery, which lingered in Yang Xuan's mind.

Secondly, there was today's matter.

Yang Jing and Niu Yuan were different. Niu Yuan was dead, and as long as Yang Jing didn't say anything, no one would ask.

But Yang Jing was different. He was the chief steward of the Yang family. Now that he had inexplicably disappeared, someone would definitely investigate this matter. Then, could it be traced back to him? Would Wang Wu tell on him? Did Chen Er know about this matter?

Yang Xuan slowly sorted out his thoughts.

Wang Wu was timid and afraid of death, but it was precisely because of this that after witnessing Yang Jing's death, he should not tell on him. Then, did Chen Er know about this matter? Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and gently tapped on the armrest.

After a long time, his eyes suddenly focused, as if he had made a decision.

No matter whether Chen Er knew about this matter or not, he must die. And, he must die tonight.

After making up his mind, Yang Xuan immediately changed into a black robe, and tore off a corner of the robe to cover his face. Then he listened carefully. His mother, who had been tired all day, had fallen asleep.

Gently jumping out of the window and over the wall, Yang Xuan silently crept towards Chen Er's residence like a leopard cat.

At this moment, he was very grateful for the changes brought to him by the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. After the transformation of the Spiritual Qi, his body became light and agile.

After a while, he came to Chen Er's residence, but at this moment he was in a dilemma.

Chen Er was not the only one living here, but there were ten people living together, all of whom were servants like Chen Er. How could he get rid of Chen Er without alerting others?

Suddenly, a sound came. His eyes flashed, and he quickly hid in the darkness.

The door creaked softly, and a man came out in a daze. He stood aside and began to relieve himself.

Looking in the moonlight, Yang Xuan could not help but be overjoyed. This person was Chen Er. It was really like someone sending a pillow when he was sleepy.

Chen Er finished relieving himself and was just about to put on his belt when Yang Xuan stepped forward. Without waiting for Chen Er to react, Yang Xuan reached out and lightly squeezed his throat. With a crunching sound, Chen Er's throat shattered.

Chen Er opened his eyes wide and wanted to shout, but only a gurgling sound came out of his throat. He tried hard to see the black shadow in front of him, but he could not see it clearly.

Life quickly left him. In the end, his eyes were unfocused, and he breathed his last. He was a confused ghost until his death.

Yang Xuan gently picked up Chen Er's body and quickly left.

A moment later, Yang Xuan appeared in the bamboo forest at the foot of the back mountain with Chen Er's body. As far as the eye could see, Yang Jing's body had already disappeared. Even the blood could not be seen. The surrounding traces of fighting were also covered to a certain extent. If one did not look carefully, it would be difficult to find clues.

From this point, it could be seen that Wang Wu was also a careful person.

After burying Chen Er and erasing the traces left behind, Yang Xuan hurried back home. He still jumped into the room from the window, gently closed the window, and listened again. His mother next door was still sleeping soundly.

He carefully recalled the process of the matter again and confirmed that there were no traces left. Then he changed his clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to do his homework every night.

The next day, Yang Xuan got out of bed at the first glimmer of light. He picked up the bucket of water and opened the door to the courtyard. What he saw was Wang Wu standing in front of the door, his arms crossed and his body hunched as he paced back and forth.

When he saw Yang Xuan open the door, he rushed forward and knelt in front of Yang Xuan. He said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Twelfth Young Master, for not killing me!"

Yang Xuan looked back and saw that his mother did not get up. He whispered, "Get up!"

Wang Wu did not dare to disobey and hurriedly stood up, sneaking a peek at Yang Xuan's expression, only to discover that Yang Xuan's expression was indifferent, without any joy or sorrow. He could not help but think of the pile of rotten meat, and his body suddenly quivered. He hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, I have already followed your instructions, and …"

Yang Xuan waved his hand and interrupted him. As he went out, he whispered, "I have already seen it. You did very well! Don't mention this again! "

Wang Wu quickly agreed. He was very frightened. He thought that he had endured the fear last night to bury Yang Jing and cover up the traces.

But he did not expect that Yang Xuan was secretly checking. Thinking of Yang Xuan's methods, he was even more in awe.

Yang Xuan walked in front. Wang Wu quickly took the bucket from Yang Xuan's hand and followed behind Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan did not object. After walking for a while, he suddenly said, "Chen Er is your friend?"

Wang Wu hurriedly said, "We're not really friends, but we used to follow …" He paused and secretly sized up Yang Xuan, but all he saw was his back. He could only mumble, "Follow Niu Yuan!"

Yang Xuan lightly nodded and did not comment.

After walking for a while, Yang Xuan suddenly stopped and turned around. He looked at Wang Wu indifferently and said, "Chen Er is dead!"

Wang Wu shook his head and said, "Chen Er is not dead. Yesterday he was …" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reacted. His eyes showed great fear. He knelt in front of Yang Xuan and kept kowtowing. He said in a trembling voice, "Young Master, spare my life. Young Master, spare my life!"

Yang Xuan looked around. No one passed by. A faint murderous intent suddenly appeared. He stared at Wang Wu and said, "Are you willing to follow me.