C1 Natural Waste

"Haodi is in such a hurry to go out? Has he broken through to the Martial Disciple realm?"

Just as Qin Hao was about to leave the General's Mansion, a sharp and harsh voice was heard.

Qin Hao didn't need to look to know that it was his big cousin, Yue Yuntian, who had always looked down on him and repeatedly bullied him.

His eldest cousin, Yue Yun, was 21 years old. He was a very talented man.

His cultivation base was even at the early stage of Martial Master. Even in the entire Tianmo City, he was considered one of the top geniuses. He was the crush of many young girls.

The path of martial arts was divided into five stages according to the characteristics of each stage: Martial Disciple, Martial Master, Martial King, Martial Spirit and Wu Zong. Each stage was divided into four small stages: early, middle, late, and peak.

For ordinary people, it would take half a year or even several years to break through to a small stage.

As for higher stages, it would be even more difficult.

Martial Master Stage was already considered a Martial Grandmaster, and could rival an ordinary army of a thousand people. No matter where they were, Martial Master Stage warriors were all honored guests, and they were treated very well.

This big cousin knew that he couldn't cultivate, but he still asked him if he could break through to the next realm. He was obviously ridiculing him.

"Humph! Whether I have broken through or not, big cousin doesn't need to worry about it."

Qin Hao looked at the young man. His calm expression was neither happy nor angry. It was precisely because of this that Yue Yuntian could not help but feel a wave of anger.

Qin Hao snorted coldly. He did not want to bother with this mean big cousin of his.

He stayed in the Yue family and had always been a lowly person. Also, this big cousin of his didn't like him. If it wasn't for his dream of becoming a martial artist, if it wasn't for his powerful strength to find his family, he would have left a long time ago.

Living under someone else's roof wasn't that easy.

"Big cousin, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

He did not care about Yue Yuntian's anger.

"Oh, my temper is rising."

Yue Yuntian's body moved slightly. He suddenly appeared in front of Qin Hao as if he was drifting. Then, he struck his palm toward Qin Hao's chest.

Bang!

Qin Hao took a few steps back. His face was pale and his mouth was filled with sweetness. However, his body was already suffering from internal injuries.

He forced himself to swallow the blood in his throat.

This sudden palm strike from Yue Yuntian was something that Qin Hao did not want to dodge. He could not dodge it either. He could only take a palm strike forcefully. He knew that Yue Yuntian had been looking for trouble for a long time.

Qin Hao felt extremely aggrieved.

Even if it was a stranger, he could not hit someone for no reason. Moreover, they were cousins, and Yue Yuntian was a Martial Master expert.

Moreover, he could feel that Yue Yuntian hated him for no reason.

"Why? How did I offend him?" Qin Hao felt extremely aggrieved. He, Yue Yuntian, had no grudges in the past, and he had no grudges in the recent days. Why exactly was this?

"Big Brother, you've gone too far."

Right at this moment, a clear and crisp voice sounded. Yue Yunxi, who was dressed in a long white dress, walked over and berated coldly.

Aunt Lu Susu had three children. Yue Yuntian was the eldest, Yue Yuncheng was the second, and Yue Yunxi was the youngest. She was only eighteen years old and was also the most favoured.

"Haha, little sister, you're thinking too much." Yue Yuntian laughed and said, "I'm just checking to see if cousin's martial arts has improved. I definitely won't hurt him."

Yue Yuntian chuckled, but he was greatly disappointed in his heart.

He had used less than 10% of his strength to block Qin Hao's punch. It seemed that the item was not in his possession.

"Hao Di, are you alright?" Yue Yunxi asked with concern.

Qin Hao shook his head slightly and said, "I'm fine, cousin."

In this house, other than his eldest cousin Yue Yuntian who kept finding trouble with him, everyone else treated him very well. He could feel the warmth of home.

...

On the drill ground under the scorching sun, the young man was diligently practicing his basic fist techniques.

This was Qin Hao's habit. Every day, he would return to the military camp and learn basic martial arts from the officers inside. Although he could not become a warrior, he could at least strengthen his body.

"Drip drip..."

Sweat kept dripping onto the sand and soon evaporated. Even his training clothes were soaked. He was still practicing the basic martial arts techniques of the army one by one.

Qin Hao was wearing the standard military uniform. Although it was the smallest, it was still a little too big for him.

The city where the military camp was located. It was the Tianmo City, a border city of Tianxuan Country. It had millions of people. On the east side of the city was an enemy kingdom that frequently had conflicts with each other.

Qin Hao's hometown was in Qing Yuan Town, which was less than a hundred kilometers away from the border.

Qin Hao's father, Qin Xiaotian, relied on the transportation industry to accumulate a large amount of wealth. He was considered the richest man in Qing Yuan Town. Therefore, Qin Hao had been pampered since he was young. However, he liked to read very much and learned about the outside world from his books.

The Tianxuan Country was a place where martial arts flourished. Powerful martial artists could do whatever they wanted under the laws of the country.

After many years of development, a perfect cultivation system was formed. The rich resources were controlled by the powerful sects. They obeyed on the surface, fought openly and secretly, and fought with each other.

Powerful martial artists could cross the sky, kill people from a distance, and take the heads of enemies 100 steps away. What they relied on were all powerful realms.

What Qin Hao was most fascinated by was martial arts. He hoped to become a true martial artist.

Things were contrary to his wishes. No matter how hard Qin Hao tried, he did not have the talent to become a warrior. Over the years, Qin Tianxiao had invested a lot of manpower and resources to fulfill Qin Hao's dream of becoming a warrior.

In the end, he concluded that Qin Hao was not a material for cultivation.

Under his father's suggestion, he came to Tianmo City with Leng Feng, his servant, hoping to become a warrior with the help of his aunt, who was an official in the military camp.

Unexpectedly, on the third day after Qin Hao left home, bad news happened. In Qing Yuan Town, apart from Qin Hao and Leng Feng, the Qin family was completely wiped out. None of them survived.

When Qin Hao heard this news, he cried out in pain a month after he left home. He wanted to go home, but was stopped by his aunt, Lu Susu. This was because Lu Susu knew that even if Qin Hao went back, it would not help. It was very likely that something bad would happen again.

"Father, Mother, I missed you guys."

On the battlefield, Qin Hao stopped practicing his fist technique. His eyes were filled with tears.

It had been a year since this incident. After several investigations by Yue Feng, his uncle, he found that only the servants of the Qin family had died. As for Qin Hao's parents, they must have gone missing.

After learning the result, Qin Hao felt a little more at ease.

He wondered several times whether his parents had known something beforehand or had a premonition, which was why he and Leng Feng had gone to seek refuge with his aunt's family in Tianmo City.

"Why can't I become a warrior?"

Qin Hao murmured in a low voice. He did not even understand what was going on.

In Tianxuan Country, when one was ten years old, one could awaken one's own strength attribute. There were wind, rain, thunder, water and ice attributes. When one awakened one's strength attribute, one could become a martial artist. As for what realm one could reach in the future, that would depend on luck.

As for Qin Hao, when he was fourteen years old, there was still no sign of awakening his strength attribute. Even the most basic 'Qi' of a martial artist did not appear for a long time.

Only by possessing a qi sense could one truly become a martial artist.

To Qin Hao, who worshipped the strong, it was undoubtedly a huge blow. He had thought of countless ways and tried many times over the years, but in the end, there was still no hope.