Chapter 1: Long Fan
A thousand years have passed unknowingly, and the wheel of fate seems to have chosen an unknown child
After a sleepless night, Long Hao devised a training plan suitable for his son. Although it would be quite arduous, he believed that his son could persevere.
Long Fan hesitated as he gazed at the sky
Is the pain from your injuries still present?
Seeing the injury on her son's face, her smile froze, and she hurried to get some medicine to apply on him
Mother, it's nothing, I have gotten used to it, I don't even feel this little injury anymore, today I was able to win...
A man as sturdy as an iron tower was swinging a large iron hammer, his chiseled face radiating righteousness, and his short hair appeared neat and tidy. Upon seeing Liu Xu enter, he noticed her unusual expression and set down the hammer to inquire. He is Long Fan's father, Long Hao, the blacksmith of Yuanyang Village, and also the most formidable person in Yuanyang Village—Huang Daoling Sheng. He has remained at this stage for a long time, unable to advance further.
Father... I would like to increase my training volume, preferably to double it. Can you help me design a plan?
Long Fan looked steadfastly at his father. Long Hao was taken aback; he had thought that Long Fan would, like last time, succumb to despair and give up. To his surprise, however, Long Fan presented him with a pleasant surprise
Fan'er, have you been fighting with the children again
Are you still willing to persist with the training that your father arranged for you
Fan'er, can you tell your father why you think this way? Didn't you once say it was completely useless?
"You truly are my son, Long Hao. I believe that as long as you maintain this perseverance and determination, your destiny will surely be in your own hands"
This training continued relentlessly, and since then, Long Fan rarely went to play in the village. He devoted all his time to training, and gradually he realized that he was no longer in the same world as the other children in the village. His world was devoid of the carefree nature of his peers, lacking the indulgence of youth; all that remained were sweat and the relentless pursuit of improvement.
A millennium ago, a great war among the realms of humans, gods, ghosts, and the earth altered the structure of the five realms. Due to the defeat in the war, the human realm was reduced to a loser, becoming a prize contended by the other three realms. Ultimately, the god realm, relying on its formidable strength, decisively overcame the other two realms and singularly consumed this rich bounty. From that point on, the human realm became a colony of the god realm. Oppression and exploitation unfolded continuously. Initially, the strong individuals of the human realm resisted and fought back, but the war caused the human realm to lose some of its top experts, while the god realm retained a large number of powerful beings. The many experts of the god realm congregated beneath the divine temple, exhibiting excessive unity and strength. The human realm's resistance was repeatedly suppressed and slaughtered, and gradually, they began to grow numb, adapting to the brutal rule of the god realm
Long Hao nodded, revealing a look of satisfaction, as he pressed one hand on Long Fan's head and gave it a gentle rub
Mother, I am back
What happened? Is Fan'er being bullied outside again?
After Liu Xu finished applying medicine to her son, it was already completely dark. She prepared the meal for her son to eat first, while she went to the blacksmith shop to call her husband back for dinner. On the way, she couldn't help but feel a pang in her nose; she had lost count of how many times she had applied medicine to her child. Almost every time Long Fan went out to play, he would return covered in injuries. Each time, she would secretly wipe away her tears. She always believed she owed her child an apology, having given him life but not a body like that of a normal person. In this realm, every child born possesses spiritual power; those with good talent are born as Spirit Saints, while those with lesser talent still possess some spiritual power. Yet her Fan'er was completely devoid of spiritual power, which felt like a death sentence for Long Fan. He could not cultivate and would forever lack spiritual power, meaning any person with spiritual power could defeat him. This also meant that Long Fan would have to live a lifetime of humiliation at the hands of others.
Father
After dinner, the family of three finished their meal. Liu Xu went to the kitchen to clean the dishes, while Long Fan climbed up to the rooftop. He enjoyed sitting alone in a high place, gazing at the night sky. His mind wandered back to the experiences of these past years—ever since he could remember, he had been mocked and bullied by his peers. Other children always called him useless because he lacked spiritual power. Each time he was ridiculed, he would fight back, but he had never won, always returning home covered in injuries. However, he did not want his parents to feel guilty because of him, so he always pretended that nothing was wrong, pretending that he had won. At this moment, Long Fan was engulfed in pain; he could not understand why he lacked spiritual power, why it had to be him. He clenched his fists and gazed deeper into the night sky, searching for something, but he was always obstructed by the darkness of the night and the * book * . Just as he was lost in thought, a figure leaped onto the rooftop and sat beside him, tall and imposing.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury. Look, your son now has a strong ability to withstand blows," said Long Fan as he stood up and moved his fists and feet.
The tender and joyful voices of the child resonate in this somewhat dim house; this is his home, where his loving parents care for him, providing him with a sense of security and warmth
A woman emerged from a small compartment emitting smoke from cooking. A pristine white towel was wrapped around her head, with a strand of hair slipping out and falling in front of her face. Sweat trickled down her face, accompanied by a sweet smile. Although her attire was no different from that of an ordinary peasant woman, her relatively good looks and tidy appearance undoubtedly endowed her with a grace unattainable by the village girls. This was the child’s mother—Liu Xu.
The child forced a smile, as if having returned triumphantly from a great victory.
The next day, Long Hao devised a training plan. He intensified Long Fan's speed and strength training. From then on, Long Fan engaged in physical training on the back mountain every day, starting to run with sandbags at dawn. He completed 5 kilometers before breakfast, followed by strength training, incorporating various exercise postures to strengthen every muscle in his body, and continuously increasing the weight as his body adapted.
Yes, I have already applied the medicine for him, let's go back and have dinner
In the realm of humanity, in the Maya Empire, in Daliang County, there lies a place called Yuanyang Village. The people here rise with the sun and rest at sunset, barely making a living through their own labor on this land. As dusk falls upon this land, the figure of a child, no more than four or five years old, appears on the village path. The afterglow of the setting sun stretches his shadow long, as if trying to pull it away from beneath his feet. The child bears wounds on his face and walks with a slight limp; perhaps the pain distorts his expression, yet he still holds his back straight. His name is Long Fan, a child born without spiritual power. Just before the last remnants of dusk are swallowed by darkness, he walks into a blacksmith's shop.
Just now, I thought about it, just as you used to tell me, every person who comes into this world has their purpose, no one is worthless. Although I do not possess spiritual power, I can still cultivate my physical body. Even though... even though I may not become very strong, I want to make an effort!