Chapter 1: Blood Feud

Engraved above are four ancient characters: Longxing Martial Arts School

However, a deep bitterness was spreading in his heart. If Lin Yuan could not obtain that bonus, the land of the Longxing Martial Arts School had not paid rent for half a year, and the final deadline was approaching.

The bamboo pen suddenly exploded, turning into a pile of fragments. A gust of cold wind swept in, blowing the fragments all over Yang Tian's face

On a rainy night eight years ago, Lin Yuan found Yang Tian in the yard, covered in blood, and his physical body was nearly disintegrated at that time

Bang

Bang bang

Eight years ago, Yang Tian's family was surrounded by a group of men in black. In this moment of imminent danger, his parents tore through the void and sent Yang Tian into a spatial passage.

Yang Tian placed the forged sword blank into the water barrel, and dense mist rose into the air as the water in the barrel continued to boil. After a moment, Yang Tian wiped the sweat from his face, glanced at the rough sword blank, and appeared quite dissatisfied.

At that time, Lin Yuan had no children under his knees, and his wife had once encountered misfortune; Lin Yuan never married throughout his life

What is blood refining? It involves absorbing the essence of heaven and earth to nourish the internal vital energy and blood. When the vital energy and blood are abundant, it can unlock the potential of the human body, temper the physical form, enabling one to possess strength that can move mountains and an aura that dominates the world, ultimately achieving the supreme treasure body

He immediately turned around, swung the hammer in his hand once more, his expression focused as he gazed steadily at the anvil, calm and composed.

He roared with anger in his heart, like an unparalleled ferocious beast, his crimson eyes captivating the soul

In the past, the Longxing Martial Arts School was quite renowned in Qingshi Town, but all of this stemmed from Yang Tian

As the brush strokes intertwined, he continued to write the second character. Just the character "龙" was inscribed, and Yang Tian's breathing became somewhat rapid, with fine cracks appearing on the bamboo brush.

"It should be ready soon," the boy murmured casually, his gaze fixed on the sword blank that was about to take shape, as he wiped the sweat from his face. This boy, named Yang Tian, was nearly sixteen years old, with delicate features and slightly yellowish bare skin. However, his demeanor was composed, quite different from that of his peers.

In the courtyard, a young boy stood bare-chested, breathing heavily through his mouth and nose. He held a massive iron hammer in his hand, slowly swinging the dark hammer down onto the anvil.

Hehe, yes, I don't know if I can bring back a ranking. Lin Yuan scratched his head and said with a smile, his eyes revealing a hint of anticipation

The time spent was a full seven years

Accompanied by the sound of falling, sparks flew from the anvil, and the clanging of metal resonated continuously. At the Yangtianqi sea point, dozens of crimson, glistening droplets of blood suddenly began to roll, and the slightly rippling vital energy penetrated into the palm, this force was several degrees stronger than before

Yang Tian tightly closed his eyes, and by the time he opened them again, he had returned to normal. He took a deep breath and retrieved an ancient ring from around his neck. The ring bore a pitch-black dragon design, which appeared particularly eerie under the flickering candlelight.

He wrote the first character "Dragon"; as the character fell, a sense of slaughter spread through the rice paper

The sound of steel clashing echoed continuously, as a hammer weighing at least one hundred pounds swung between him and the librarian.

If the bonus cannot be obtained, the Longxing Martial Arts School will be subject to debt settlement

At the age of fifteen, Yang Tian rose like a comet, achieving a breakthrough to the third level of Blood Refinement in less than a year, truly a prodigy of his generation

In Yang Tian's previously calm eyes, a fierce hostility now radiated

The martial arts competition is held once every three years, and if one can rank in the top ten, the prize money is exceptionally generous

As he gazed at the two characters, Yang Tian crushed the corner of the table with his bare hands. The faint blood energy within him seemed to be awakened, suddenly surging up as if in response to the youth's sorrow, rumbling loudly as it composed a resounding battle song

"Foster father, I can handle it from here. You should go rest, I can practice like this too." Yang Tian said with a smile, scratching his head as he hurriedly pushed Lin Yuan's arm away.

"Rest assured, adoptive father, Xiao Tian will definitely succeed; the ancestral land must not be taken away by anyone." Clenching his small fists, Yang Tian resolutely declared in his heart

Foster father, there are only three months left until the martial arts competition.

When Lin Yuan saw Yang Tian's persistent demeanor, a few traces of a smile suddenly appeared on his aged face

I do not know when I will be able to forge a blood weapon, as the family heirlooms have been left in such a severely incomplete state. With a helpless shake of his head, Yang Tian slowly turned around and gazed at Lin Yuan

The scorching sun blazes fiercely, with a great sun in the sky radiating countless rays of red light. The ground is baked to an intense heat, and the clouds seem to have been melted by the blazing sun, vanishing without a trace, leaving a clear sky for thousands of miles.

"Xiao Tian, why are you forging again? We have enough money and books at home now. Hurry up and focus on your cultivation." An elderly man suddenly walked in from outside, dressed in a gray short shirt, his bare muscles quite robust. Upon seeing his adopted son still forging as usual, he hurried over, his tone laced with a hint of affection.

Suddenly, the hatred in Yang Tian's eyes intensified. He struck his chest forcefully, blaming himself for his inadequacy. Under the tremendous force of the blows, blood gradually oozed from the corner of his mouth

Bang

Creak!

This elderly man is Lin Yuan, the adoptive father of Yang Tian and the owner of the Longxing Martial Arts School. Eight years ago, he discovered a child in the courtyard and took him in. In the blink of an eye, eight years have quietly passed.

Lin Yuan had a great fondness for the child who fell from the sky, and as he was approaching old age, he decided to adopt Yang Tian. In order to cure Yang Tian's illness, Lin Yuan nearly exhausted his entire fortune. He was as stubborn as a mule, and he vowed not to give up until Yang Tian's illness was cured

The vast amount of spiritual medicine was spent, and thus, over time, the Longxing Martial Arts School gradually declined. Now, only the two of them remain in the martial arts school

Following the sound, an old building stood at the easternmost end of the town. Compared to the nearby magnificent structures, this building, covering an area of one hundred zhang, appeared isolated and alone. The wide main gate was tightly shut, with no guards on duty.

Some individuals, upon first engaging in cultivation, consider it quite a talent to reach the third level of Blood Refinement within two years. However, Yang Tian has achieved the third level of Blood Refinement in just one year, far surpassing those so-called geniuses and is now comparable to the disciples of prominent families

Yang Tian's biological parents remain unknown regarding their fate. In the illustration, Yang Tian leaps into the void, his body unable to withstand the damage inflicted by the forces of space, suffering severe injuries, and this time he was rescued by Lin Yuan

On the rice paper, the brush strokes are sharp and fierce, resembling a chaotic dance of serpents

Since adopting Yang Tian, Lin Yuan has regarded him as his own child. Although life has been difficult over the years, Lin Yuan feels an immense sense of satisfaction. Moreover, Yang Tian is exceptionally understanding, often tinkering with swords and knives to sell for money to help support the household

He wrote down the second character "yang"

"That’s right, our little Tian is the best." Lin Yuan said loudly, rubbing Yang Tian's little head

Lin Yuan was taken aback at that moment, as he sensed a chilling and piercing killing intent continuously surging in the boy's eyes. To cause such pain to an eight-year-old child, Lin Yuan understood in his heart that he must have suffered a great calamity in his early years

However, at the eastern end of Qingshi Town, the sound of blacksmithing could be heard

Long Yang, who exactly are you? My family has no grievances or enmities with you; why do you want to kill my kin? Long Yang, you old dog! I will eventually slaughter your entire family, making you constantly experience the pain of losing loved ones, letting you taste the suffering of a broken family.

Blood refining is divided into nine levels: Level 1 to Level 9

Longyang

This energy is collectively referred to as "the essence of heaven and earth"

The door opened, and Yang Tian walked over to the desk, then quietly sat down beside it. After a few moments of silence, he picked up a bamboo pen, dipped it in ink, and looked at a piece of rough Xuan paper beneath his eyelids

"Father, you have now reached the seventh level of Blood Refinement, so it should be about time, right?" Seeing Lin Yuan's somewhat lacking confidence, Yang Tian hurriedly comforted him, saying, "Father need not worry, for I am still here."

Although Yang Tian's "Heaven and * Picture * Book" is extraordinary, three months is too short a time.

At the moment the two characters fell, the cracks on the bamboo pen increased significantly, and Yang Tian's palm clenched tightly

Night

His eyes were filled with rage and hatred, with bloodshot sclera. The resentment in his heart was fully expressed on paper

This surge of blood energy is precisely what Yang Tian has cultivated through arduous practice. In this world, there exists a peculiar form of energy. The human race has developed techniques that can absorb this energy into the body, thereby enriching the blood energy within. In the realm of cultivation, this is collectively referred to as "Blood Refinement"

Beneath the flickering candlelight, a cold glint flickered in Yang Tian's eyes, as an invisible malevolence spread forth, and the opening and closing of his gaze revealed an overwhelming resentment

Yang Tian only heard the leader shout the words "Longyang Emperor", but he had never heard of this person before

The muscles on the young man's arms bulged slightly; upon closer inspection, with each swing of the hammer, the muscles in his arms contracted, seemingly capable of unleashing boundless strength.

"Longyang old dog, you better clean your neck and wait for me. I will eventually come back to find you. If something happens to my parents, no, my parents will not have any accidents..."

This is something that Yang Tian must do every day; perhaps this is the only way to keep the hatred in his heart ever-present and to ensure that he cannot forget the images from eight years ago

Buzzing ... ...

At this moment, just at noon, when the sun is at its most scorching, no one is willing to move about in the small town; even the men who rely on hard work to make a living are lying in the tea house to cool off

Under Lin Yuan's meticulous care, their relationship has become akin to that of a father and son. To this day, Lin Yuan has not inquired about what happened to Yang Tian during his childhood