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"101, 102, 103 ?"

In an empty space in a small courtyard, a fifteen to sixteen year old boy had a determined and spirited look in his eyes. He was carrying a stone half the size of his body as he squatted on the ground.

As he was counting, his forehead was already covered with sweat. His face was also a little flushed from the weight exercise, and he was gasping for breath.

The young man's name was Ling Yan, and because his mother was weak and sickly, she died of an illness when Ling Yan was three years old.

His father was a soldier from Nantong Kingdom's border, and he placed Ling Yan at his old friend's place. He was the famous blacksmith Ye He's place in the Everwood Town, and in the past, Ling Yan's father would go home every year to bring delicious food to Ling Yan and tell him a story about how he was at the border.

Every time he heard it, Ling Yan would always enjoy it, especially when he saw his father talk about how to repel the enemy and cause chaos in the vicious beast, that strong sense of warrior's pride shone in Ling Yan's eyes. In the depths of her heart, Ling Yan's desire to protect his country and his people like her father had slowly been birthed.

However, ever since Ling Yan was ten years old, the Nantong Kingdom's borders had been in turmoil, and vicious beast were frequently present. His father had never come back.

Facing the disdainful gazes of the adults in the town, Ling Yan had never cared about them before.

This was because he believed that his father was definitely still alive and fighting bravely with his enemies and vicious beast. One day, his father would appear before him with his spear in hand, raise his head high, and stroke his head before continuing with the story of the border.

As for him, during this time, he would wait for his father to come back so that his father could see his best self.

Because when he was twelve years old, he was tested in the martial arts talent, and he was called Ling Yan, a top second grade Inherent Skill!

After the results of the test came out, the whole town seemed to have lost a lot of sound. Originally, towards Ling Yan who had lost his mother and his father, who seemed to have become an orphan when he was missing, those people who were whispering behind him all shut their mouths completely.

In the entire little town's three thousand plus people, less than a hundred had martial arts talent, and not a single one had a second grade martial arts talent.

It was very difficult to become a martial cultivator, and even with the martial arts talent, one might not be able to become a martial cultivator.

But the higher the innate talent, the higher the chances of success in becoming a martial cultivator.

It was something that was even more talented than his father. Previously, the little town only had one martial cultivator, but that was Ling Yan's father. Now, this meant that in the near future, Ling Yan might become their little town's next martial cultivator!

The martial cultivator was very strong. Once one became a martial cultivator, even the lowest of them would be a martial cultivator at the early stage of the Mortal Realm's First Layer.

One person dealing with a few robust men was not a problem, but like this, those people who had lived their lives happily, naturally did not dare to discuss even half a word about Ling Yan, as they were afraid of encountering Ling Yan and getting revenge from him in the future.

Currently, Ling Yan was fifteen years old, and his martial cultivator was at the early second level of the Mortal Realm.

In the eyes of the people in the small town, Ling Yan was already extremely outstanding and powerful.

However, only Ling Yan himself knew that the thing that this world lacked the least was a genius.

He did not know how many countries and how many people there were in the Contracting Continent, but based on what he knew, the Nantong Kingdom alone had a population of more than forty million.

Amongst them, the martial cultivator had a total of one or two million. Forget about second grade Inherent Skills, even if it was third grade, fourth grade was still as countless as the number of carps crossing the river. His high second grade martial arts talent was only second grade among these people.

His father had once failed to choose the best martial arts school Chixiao Martial School, and he, had to take the exam to become a Chixiao Martial School to fill the regret in his father's heart!

And in a few more days, on the first day of spring, would be the day that Chixiao Martial School would register to be a student. Even the calm Ling Yan, whose personality had been tempered by the monotonous daily training, couldn't help but become a little nervous.

With his current strength, it would be difficult for him to pass the Chixiao Martial School examination.

"One hundred and eighty-six, one hundred and eighty-seven, one hundred and eighty-eight ?" "Two hundred and one, two hundred and one ?"

Up until now, Ling Yan felt that his thighs had started to tremble uncontrollably. Lactic acid quickly flowed out, causing his muscles to ache even more. Ling Yan gritted his teeth as he used both hands to tightly grab onto the huge boulder at his back, maintaining a stable center of gravity.

At this moment, a clear and hurried voice could be heard within the courtyard. Even before the person had arrived, the voice had already traveled over.

"Big Brother Yan, Big Brother Yan, not good, not good, those people are here again! "Wuu, dad, he ?"

Hearing that, Ling Yan's face changed, she immediately threw the stone on her body on the ground, releasing a "peng" sound. A beautiful figure that just came in only felt her body becoming lighter, and was then pulled out quickly by someone.

"Yuan'er, are those ingrate again?" While running, Ling Yan asked with a stern expression.

Yes, wuu wuu. Big Brother Yan, father, he seems to be more seriously ill ?

The little girl that was being pulled by Ling Yan was called Ye Yuan'er. She was around fifteen years old, had a pair of bright and clear eyes, shining like the stars, fine jet-black long hair that was draped over her shoulders, and her slightly soft and beautiful appearance made the little girl completely flustered and nervous.

"Hmph, those people!" Ling Yan snorted, he did not say a word, but his speed became even faster.