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In the vast space, the infinite sky, in the mysterious time and space of the Martial Arts, lived countless different types of life forms. In this space and time, the people were vigorous and valiant. Everyone respected the strong, and countless martial artists trained with all their heart, hoping to reach the peak of martial arts. Therefore, in this world, warriors were highly regarded, and their status was much higher than ordinary people who did not know martial arts.

In the easternmost area, there was a piece of Eastern Continent. Here, an extremely strong expert who had once shocked the entire time and space had appeared, however, following the passing of the strong expert, for several thousand years, the Eastern Continent had gradually declined to the last of each continent, until that person had appeared!

Eastern Continent were divided into eight prefectures. The Sun Prefecture, the Kun Prefecture, the Li Prefecture, the Xunzhou, the Shocking Prefecture, the Canzhou, the Gongzhou, and the Rongzhou. And each province has several tens or even hundreds of cities, the Yancheng where our stories happened right at the edge of Xunzhou!

Yancheng could only be considered to be a small city, but it also extended for several thousand miles. Within the country, there were tens of sects and thousands of aristocratic families. Those who practiced martial arts were like crucian carp that crossed the river, never ending.

Because they were martial artists, it was inevitable that there would be disputes between various sects and families. Aristocratic families or sects would be destroyed every day, and new aristocratic families or sects would be born every day. To survive in this world where the strong preyed on the weak, one had to become the strongest person in the eyes of others and look down on all others. Or, one had to rely on the strong and become a vassal of the strong. Otherwise, you can only live as if you were a pig or a dog, and live as if you were alive.

This rule applies to all Great Sect as well. Inside every noble clan, if your aptitude is too low and your Cultivation Level is too low, even the most noble of identities will still be stepped on by others!

Loong Xiaoyun, the eldest son of Head of Loong Family, was supposed to be the pride of the heavens that was favored by tens of thousands of people throughout his life. Furthermore, he should be the successor to Head of Loong Family. But the reality was the opposite. Not only did Loong Xiaoyun not have any status within the Loong Family, he was even inferior to a servant.

Loong Family ruled over a hundred miles of land. There were close to a thousand clansmen and nearly ten thousand hanger-ons, making it one of the top families in Yancheng. Patriarch Loong Zhantian was also one of the top experts in the vicinity. Then why was his eldest son so down on his luck? Wasn't Loong Xiaoyun the son of Loong Zhantian?

Of course he was, and he was the real son. It was just that Loong Xiaoyun's mother was not Loong Zhantian's wife. Back then, Loong Xiaoyun's mother was a lowly maid called Lianer within the Loong Family. In the middle of the night, the head of the family, Loong Zhantian, had made a mistake. He had rushed into the maid's room at a young age and raped Lianer, who was the most beautiful, while under the influence of alcohol. After a night of debauchery, Loong Zhantian didn't think much of it. How could he have known that Lianer was pregnant?

However, due to the huge gap in status and Loong Zhantian's complete dislike of Lianer, the two of them were not married. They were just taking care of Lianer for the time being so that she could give birth to her child. In this period of time, Loong Zhantian had married his first wife and was the eldest daughter of another family's Wang Family. Thus, he basically ignored Lianer and rushed to the delivery room only when Lianer became pregnant in October.

Lianer gave birth to a baby boy. According to seniority, he was considered a "Xiao", so Loong Zhantian named him Loong Xiaoyun. However, the moment Loong Xiaoyun was born, a strange scene occurred in the clear sky. The sky was filled with blood-red clouds. Especially the setting sun, it was like blood was congealing. It was a very ominous sign.

Loong Zhantian's father-in-law, also known as the Patriarch of Wang Family, was extremely knowledgeable in astrology and divination. He congratulated the newly born Loong Xiaoyun and made a divination. Once the divination was done, the Patriarch of Wang Family's expression changed greatly as he cried out in alarm: "This child has been born, and the sun is as red as blood. His fate is to be filled with evil, and his calamity has extended to his kin.

When Loong Zhantian heard this, he was shocked. Because the Patriarch of Wang Family was famous in public, his Star Observation Divination was very effective. If these words came out of his mouth, Loong Zhantian couldn't help but think about it. However, due to the unique status of the Wang Family Patriarch, Loong Zhantian didn't dare to completely trust him, as there was a possibility that he could help his daughter and future grandson fight for favor. After all, this was his own flesh and blood, how could he listen to someone's words and kill them just like that?

After thinking about it, Loong Zhantian still ordered someone to bring the Talent Assessment Stone over. This was a mystical stone that could accurately determine the talent of the person being appraised. When it came to talent, one had to mention, what was it?

Everyone was a martial artist in the time and space of Martial Skills, but since everyone had different aptitudes, there were different levels for learning martial skills. The better the talent, the faster one could practice martial arts, and the higher the achievement, and vice versa. According to their talent level, they were divided into lower, middle, upper, and special grade. As for the super grade, it had been extremely rare even after thousands of years in the Eastern Continent.

Although Loong Zhantian's Talent Appraisal Stone could only be appraised to a high grade, it was no ordinary item. After all, not everyone could take out such a rare Talent Appraisal Stone. When Loong Xiaoyun's small hand touched the Talent Evaluation Stone, Loong Zhantian was dumbfounded because the Talent Assessment Stone did not have any reaction. Logically speaking, if it was a low rank talent, then it should be emitting a red light; medium rank talent, should be emitting a green light; high rank talent, should be emitting a blue light; and special talent, would be producing a purple light. However, from the beginning to the end, this Talent Assessment Stone had never emitted even a shimmer of light!

It wasn't like Loong Zhantian hadn't seen this kind of thing before, because amongst the lower grade Inherent skills, there was a lower grade talent called Inferior Talent. When this kind of person touched the Talent Assessment Stone, they wouldn't have any reaction.

Loong Zhantian was greatly disappointed. No matter what, he was still a superior talent. Even if his son was a bit weaker, he should be at least a medium talent. However, the son in his arms right now was clearly a 'Inferior Talent'. Why would such a son come here? It was just a loss of face!

Therefore, when Loong Zhantian was just born, Loong Xiaoyun threw it to Lianer. He turned around and walked away, no longer caring about Loong Xiaoyun and his mother. Although he did not chase them out of the house, the food and necessities were the worst. They were even worse than the servants. As for the prophecy the Wang Family Patriarch spoke of, Loong Zhantian didn't take it to heart at all. A little kid with Inferior Talent, could he become a problem just by learning martial arts?

The Patriarch of Wang Family naturally had the same thought. How could a person without talent create trouble for the whole world? Although his astrological divination was very good, he didn't dare to guarantee that his calculations were correct. Thus, he didn't investigate further and happily passed on this good news to his daughter, Wang.

A year later, Wang gave birth to Loong Zhantian's second son, named Loong Xiaochuan. The talent that he had was considered superior, which made Loong Zhantian very happy. He even declared Loong Zhantian's son in public.

As a result, Loong Xiaoyun and his mother's lives became even more miserable. Lianer would shed tears everyday, but in order to keep her son alive, she had to be strong. Every day, Lili would get up early to be greedy and do the heaviest work. The first one to get up, but the last one to finish, was just so that she could get something to eat to support Loong Xiaoyun, who was still learning.

Such a life lasted for eight years. It seemed that everyone had forgotten that Loong Xiaoyun was Head of Loong Family's eldest son and only treated him as the son of an ordinary servant. But Loong Xiaoyun did not forget his identity. Many a nights, when his mother held him in her arms and told him that he was the eldest son of Loong Family, maybe one day his father would change his mind and they would have new clothes, a new blanket, and they would no longer have to starve!

Therefore, Loong Xiaoyun held onto his simplest dream and waited all day for his father to appear. However, year after year had passed. In this remote small courtyard, Loong Xiaoyun had never seen anyone who was his father.

Finally, one day, the playful Loong Xiaoyun sneaked out of the small yard where he had lived for eight years without his mother noticing. Only after exiting the courtyard did he realize how big and beautiful the outside world was. Everything was fresh in his eyes. Loong Xiaoyun was like a chick that had just been released from a cage, freely shuttling back and forth in the Loong Family Villa.

"Hey!" There is a group of children over there. It seems to be very lively. Thus, Loong Xiaoyun ran towards the place with a lot of people.

"Listen up, my name is Loong Biao, I'm the manager of the Dragon Sect!" A sweaty face scolded a group of kids who were seven or eight years old, "From today onwards, I will be your master. I won't forgive anyone who doesn't listen to me!"

"Master?" A well-dressed little boy disdainfully said, "What stage are you? Are you as good as my dad?"

When Loong Biao heard that someone dared to contradict him, he wanted to drag him out and teach him a lesson. "Who, who dares to speak to me like that?" However, when he saw the child's appearance, he was stunned and quickly greeted him with a smile, "Yo, so it's young master Loong Xiaochuan. I didn't know that young master was here. Please excuse me!"

When Loong Xiaoyun heard the two words "Loong Xiaochuan", he suddenly had a strange feeling. Could he be the half-brother that my mother told me about? Then why is he dressed so well, and my clothes are all holes?

Loong Biao had already made up his mind, but a young Long Xiao Tian still didn't buy it, so he continued to ask, "Speak, what stage are you at? I want to see, are you qualified to be my master?"

Loong Biao smiled charmingly and hurriedly answered, "Yes, yes, yes. In reply to Young Master's question, subordinate Loong Biao, First Heaven of Third Grade, is still far inferior to Patriarch's Ninth Heaven of Third Grade!" For an adult with s to kneel and grovel before a little brat who had not even dried up yet, it could be seen that Loong Zhantian's Ninth Heaven of Third Grade was still very strong.

First Heaven of Third Grade, Ninth Heaven of Third Grade, what exactly was this? Loong Xiaoyun slowly realized that this was the standard of a martial artist. First of all, if one wanted to learn martial arts, they had to be proficient in its quality. If one did not have a rank, then they must be an ordinary person, so it was impossible to practice Cultivation Level.

As for whether there was any higher Cultivation Level s of the ninth level or above, no one knew. Since ancient times, only a very few people in the Eastern Continent had ever been above the ninth level. As for the ninth level ninth heaven, even more so, no one had ever reached that level before, so no one was clear about this problem.

Looking at the entire Eastern Continent, anyone who could reach Sixth Grade above that was an extraordinary expert, and in the Yancheng, even if Loong Zhantian's Cultivation Level only had Ninth Heaven of Third Grade, he was already a tyrannical expert!