Chapter 1: Ye Chenfeng

Di Wanxian, one person does the work and one person takes the responsibility. Although Qiao Jingyuan and I are no longer friends, I will not engage in such despicable acts against her. Ye Chenfeng stopped in his tracks and said with righteous indignation

Gazing at Ye Chenfeng's desolate figure, the anger on Ye Ziling's face dissipated completely. She let out a soft sigh in her heart, feeling pity for him and also for the Ye family

I said, do you enjoy self-torture? If so, I can help you. Di Wanxian deliberately mocked Ye Chenfeng in front of Qiao Jingyuan, hoping to attract her attention

Puff!

However, fate played a cruel joke on Ye Chenfeng. When he was thirteen years old and underwent the awakening of his soul beast, he unexpectedly discovered that his soul was unable to form a soul beast, a phenomenon that occurs once in a century.

Although Ye Chenfeng's status as a discarded son is unique, he once brought pride and glory to the Ye family. During his aptitude test at the age of six, he demonstrated an astonishing sixth-grade talent, shocking the entire Purple Gold Imperial City

"No, I cannot give up. I refuse to believe that even if I exhaust all my potential, I still cannot break through the limits of my body." Thinking of his adoptive father, who had been a great benefactor to him but now lay in eternal rest underground, the young man's determination grew even stronger. He tightened his injured fist and continued to practice his punches

Feeling as if something had struck her bottom hard, Qiao Jingyuan, who was selecting herbs, trembled, her mind going blank, and a flush of red spread from her fair neck, covering her entire delicate face

In addition to her stunning beauty, she possesses an alluring and cold demeanor, exuding a unique charm. Standing gracefully in place, her flowing garments capture all the brilliance around her

It is precisely because of Ye Chenfeng's astonishing talent that the Ji family, one of the four prominent families of the Purple Gold Kingdom, willingly took the risk to form a marriage alliance with the Ye family, arranging for their little princess, Ji Qingxue, who possesses a fifth-grade talent, to be betrothed to Ye Chenfeng.

Seeing Qiao Jingyuan's fiery gaze, Di Wanxian felt a shiver run through his heart and quickly explained

The woman who is teaching Ye Chenfeng is named Ye Ziling. She possesses a third-grade talent and has a spirit beast, a snow weasel. At just sixteen years old, she has cultivated to the fourth level of the spirit beast realm, making her an undisputed genius of the White Emperor Martial House and the prized jewel of the Ye family in the imperial city

It can be said that if all goes well, Ye Chenfeng, who possesses a sixth-grade talent, will undoubtedly enter the sect for cultivation, becoming a person of distinction, with an unlimited future ahead.

Talent merely determines the speed at which a soul beast absorbs soul power to grow; without a soul beast, no matter how high the talent, it is of no use

A cloud of blood mist sprayed out from Di Wanxian's mouth. As a first-level spirit beast master, he was severely injured by Qiao Jingyuan's soul beast, crashing heavily to the ground. His vision darkened, and he fainted on the spot.

You have become successful, daring to speak to me like this

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight rises from the east, crossing the undulating mountains and casting its light upon Baidi City at the foot of the mountains, awakening this ancient city with a long history

Qiao Jingyuan is the young lady of the prestigious Qiao family in Baidi City. Once, when Ye Chen was at the height of his fame, Qiao Jingyuan was very close to him. However, later on, as Ye Chen was unable to generate a soul beast, she gradually distanced herself from him and ceased all contact.

Dressed in splendid attire, with a tall stature and an extraordinary appearance, Di Wanxian entered holding a folding fan, accompanied by two attendants. Upon noticing the tall Qiao Jingyuan also present, his gaze became fervent.

Bang bang bang

After parting ways with Ye Ziling, Ye Chenfeng went directly to the pharmacy in the Baidi Martial House, intending to purchase some inexpensive medicinal herbs for healing, in order to prevent the accumulation of old injuries that could damage his meridians.

"I lack strength. Why is it that after training hard for more than a year, my strength remains stagnant?" A youth with eyes as dark as ink and a face sharply defined like a chiseled sculpture bit his lips tightly, muttering in frustration, "Is it that without a soul beast, I am destined to be a waste?"

Feeling his body about to give out, Ye Chenfeng had no choice but to stop practicing his punches, gasping for breath.

I am no longer a member of the Ye family, and my life or death is none of your concern. Ye Chenfeng gently raised his head, glanced at her, and replied淡淡地.

The young martial artist is named Ye Chenfeng, a disciple of the Ye family, one of the four prominent families of the Purple Gold Kingdom. However, he is not a direct descendant of the Ye family, but rather a child that the Ye family took in.

"Oh, isn't this our Bai Di Wu Fu's great genius? How did you end up all battered and bruised again?" Just as Ye Chenfeng was about to bypass Qiao Jingyuan to purchase a few herbs from the Lian family and leave, a sarcastic voice rang out behind him.

Possessing a sixth-grade cultivation talent signifies that Ye Chenfeng has a brilliant future ahead. However, in the Douhun Continent, merely having cultivation talent is insufficient. One must integrate their talent with their soul to form their own soul beast in order to cultivate against the odds and become a soul master

Upon entering the pharmacy, Ye Chenfeng saw Qiao Jingyuan, dressed in a black lace long dress that accentuated her tall and graceful figure, lightly applying subtle makeup, her appearance enchanting, as she was purchasing herbs.

Just as the gluttonous Diwan was about to make a move, Qiao Jingyuan, sensing the mocking gazes around her, became furious. Her soul power erupted, coalescing into a soul beast, a golden-winged bird radiating white light

Indeed, upon hearing Di Wanxian's voice, Qiao Jingyuan, who had just selected two valuable medicinal herbs, slowly turned around, casting a cold glance at Ye Chenfeng behind her, and then at the imposing and arrogant Di Wanxian who was approaching.

No, no, Jingyuan, do not misunderstand. It was not me who just slapped your bottom; it was him. I was framed by him

I just do not wish for you to waste your time on a worthless person like me. Having said that, Ye Chenfeng gave a self-deprecating smile and turned to leave without looking back

A heavy echo reverberated around the black pine, and after prolonged striking, a large section of the black pine bark collapsed, with fragments stained with traces of blood drifting in the air

In the next moment, the furious Qiao Jingyuan turned around and immediately saw the folding fan in Di Wanxian's hand. A surge of rage filled her head, and without a second thought, she raised her delicate white hand and slapped Di Wanxian twice, gritting her teeth as she said: "Di Wanxian, do you want to die? Do you believe I will chop off your dog hand and ruin you?"

You ... ...

Just as Ye Chenfeng's life fell into a low point and he became the laughingstock of the Purple Gold Imperial City, his adoptive father, who had raised him since childhood, died under mysterious circumstances, leaving this world. Moreover, he was disowned by the Ye family and expelled from his home

In the Purple Gold Kingdom, the vast majority of people lack the talent for cultivation, and a sixth-grade talent has not been seen in the entire Purple Gold Kingdom for hundreds of years

Ye Chenfeng, how can you still be so crazily devoted to your cultivation? Do you not accept your fate? Are you exhausting your potential merely to exchange it for a hollow reputation? Without a spirit beast, you are destined to be a mere mortal

However, it was evident that Ye Chenfeng and the other person could not capture her interest. After a brief pause, she turned back and continued to select the herbs that suited her.

But at the moment she turned around, Ye Chenfeng swiftly snatched the folding fan from Di Wanxian's hand and gave Qiao Jingyuan's bottom a hard slap

I currently have fifty taels of silver, and I can still purchase some inexpensive herbs for healing

Damn it, this matter was done by you. Do you dare to swear that it wasn't you who hit Jingyuan's backside? Do you dare?" Listening to Ye Chenfeng's righteous accusations, Di Wanxian was so furious that he almost spat blood, feeling a strong impulse to strangle him.

At that moment, a woman dressed in a white floral long dress, with long black hair cascading over her shoulders, fair and delicate skin, and an alluringly cold appearance, appeared behind him and said in an icy voice

Upon hearing Ye Chenfeng's cold response, Ye Ziling slightly furrowed her brows, displaying a hint of displeasure.

Early in the morning, a teenager of about ten years old, with his hands wrapped in thick cloth strips and his bare upper body exposed, stood under a more than ten-meter tall black pine tree in the White Emperor's Martial Mansion practicing his martial arts.

Continuing, before Di Wan, whose face was filled with shock, could react with his eyes wide open, Ye Chenfeng had already shoved the folding fan back into his hand and was about to leave.

Crimson blood flowed in streams from his shattered fist, a sight that was shocking, yet he remained indifferent

Di Wanxian, regardless of whether you did this or not, you shouldn't be so loud as to embarrass her. You may be shameless, but she still has her dignity. Ye Chenfeng ignored Di Wanxian's cold glare and deliberately provoked him.

A piercing sound of air friction erupted as Qiao Jingyuan's spirit beast, the Golden Winged Bird, transformed into a beam of golden light, striking Di Wanxian's chest and fracturing several of his ribs

Whoosh

It is unclear how much time has passed, as Ye Chenfeng, gritting his teeth and practicing his punches with all his might, has a pale complexion, with sweat and mist intertwining, indistinguishable from one another