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He already had a foundation, so Jiang Yun's cultivation did not need to be stable.

The sky lit up, and after Jiang Yun broke the mirror, he was at his peak state without rest. It was as the saying goes, one year is in spring, one day is in the morning.

Jiang Yun packed up and headed towards the Jiang Clan's training grounds.

The training field was filled with wooden stakes and huge rocks for the Jiang Clan disciples to cultivate. It was still early in the morning, and many of the disciples were still sleeping soundly, so there was not a single soul left on the training field.

Jiang Yun avoided the wooden stake and walked in front of a huge boulder. Reaching out his fist, he quickly punched out with the? Rushing Thunder Fist?, a silver light flashed, and with a boom, a few cracks instantly appeared on the huge boulder in front of him.

"This punch is about 700 pounds of strength, it doesn't seem to be enough!" Jiang Yun looked at the gigantic boulder in front of him and muttered to himself.

If anyone else were to hear this, they would instantly be in an uproar!

It should be known that cultivators with fifth heaven of Primary Origin Stage, having a fist strength of around five hundred kilograms, having a Primary Origin Stage of nine levels, and having an increase of one hundred kilograms each, only had an extremely small number of geniuses, and each level could increase one's strength by one hundred and ten kilograms, or even more.

According to Jiang Yun's realm calculations, for every increase in level, he would have gained 140 kilograms of strength. If this was not enough, then what was it on that day?

Jiang Yun's eyes flashed with a trace of uncertainty, he instantly threw another punch out, the fist made contact with the huge rock, and this time, the rock shattered with Jiang Yun's punch, turning into stone chips that flew everywhere.

Following that, Jiang Yun looked at his fist with satisfaction, found a spot to sit, and started to cultivate the Ancient Heaven Swallowing Art.

Every child of the Jiang Family was looking for a place to cultivate. When the disciples who came and went with the family saw Jiang Yun, they were all a little surprised, thinking in their hearts: This trash doesn't even have a dantian, has been depressed for five years, why is he here to cultivate today?

Someone seemed to have thought of something, and said softly: "It's almost time for the 16 year old coming of age ceremony, if Jiang Yun is not able to reach the third level of the Primary Origin Stage, he can only be part of the family. After all, the family does not support idle people, not even the patriarch's son!"

Hearing his words, everyone looked at Jiang Yun strangely. How could a person without a dantian have such a cultivation?

Some mocked him, some sighed, and there were others who remained indifferent as they cultivated in silence.

Jiang Yun could obviously hear them, but so what? As someone at the pinnacle of his past life, how could he care about the words of these ants?

Gradually, there were more and more people, and very quickly, the Jiang Family disciples filled up the training grounds. Just as Jiang Yun was concentrating on activating the Ancient Heaven Swallowing Art, an ear-piercing voice spread across the entire training grounds!

"Jiang Yun, you don't even have a dantian, who told you to sit there, scram!"

Jiang Yun's brows tightly knitted together. He opened his eyes and what entered his vision was a fourteen or fifteen year old youth, Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng, fourteen years old, had an arrogant and despotic personality. He had just stepped into the Sixth Sky of Primary Origin Stage, and among the young generation of his family, his ranking was the highest. He had a high chance of entering the Primary Profound Stage at the age of twenty, and was one of the main disciples the family was training.

Jiang Feng had only stepped into the sixth level of Primary Origin Stage yesterday so he originally wanted to stabilize his cultivation. It's just that he arrived a bit late today and there were no seats at all, because both of them were from the same sect and it wasn't good for him to make others give up their seats. However, when Jiang Feng saw Jiang Yun, his initial shock turned into anger.

Wasn't it nonsense for a good-for-nothing to cultivate here? For a person who did not even have a dantian, occupying a position was a waste. Thus, Jiang Feng said nothing more and wanted to drive Jiang Yun away.

"You are a trash who doesn't even have a dantian. I truly don't know where you got the courage to cultivate here. This is truly lamentable. Isn't it bad for you to be an ordinary person, yet you are here losing face?" Jiang Feng ridiculed Jiang Yun, and said haughtily.

"Trash?"

Jiang Yun looked at Jiang Feng with great interest, and said teasingly: "Trash is fine, you'll soon know what is worse than trash."

Although he had a strong personality, he had never lost the habit he had formed in his previous life. As for the habit, it was that the person who was going against him would either die or submit, without exception!

The fight between these two roused the disciples of the family that were cultivating. Some opened their eyes in interest, while others started to fight.

However, when the crowd saw that one of the main characters was Jiang Yun, their faces were filled with disappointment. A genius, a trash, there was no way to compare them, causing their interest to decrease, some of them had already closed their eyes, what was there to look at?

Some people shook their heads and closed their eyes to cultivate!

"You dare to contradict me?" Jiang Feng stared at Jiang Yun in disbelief. Since even trash dared to challenge him, it seemed that he had to reestablish his prestige.

"Truly like an ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating himself."

Sneering coldly, anger could be seen in Jiang Feng's eyes.

Not only Jiang Feng, many of the Jiang Clan disciples had similar thoughts.

Jiang Feng grinned sinisterly as he took a fierce stride forward and was about to charge forward.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind, "Jiang Feng, stop. If you dare to touch him, I'll kill you."

Jiang Feng stopped in his tracks and turned around to see a 15-16 year old girl staring at him with an ice-cold gaze.

Jiang Xue'er, an orphan since childhood, adopted by Jiang Yun's father, Jiang Wuya.

Jiang Xue'er and Jiang Yun had been childhood friends for a long time, and both of them had strong innate talent. After Jiang Yun's Dantian had exploded, the dragon and phoenix among them felt that they were not worthy of Jiang Xue'er, thus Jiang Yun purposely avoided her.

Jiang Xue'er had always been encouraging Jiang Yun and never gave up.

When she was thirteen, in order to find a way to repair Jiang Yun's Dantian, Jiang Wuya had sent her into the Profound Sect for cultivation. In the entire Mysterious Sky Continent, perhaps it was just a small sect, but in terms of Heavenly Martial Empire, she was definitely one of the top existences.

"Xue'er?" Jiang Yun also saw Jiang Xue'er, and it seemed to have touched the deepest part of his heart.

In his previous life, Jiang Xue'er had never returned after heading for Profound Sect. After her clan was occupied by the Great Clan Elder, he and Jiang Xue'er had never met again. This was also a thorn in Jiang Yun's heart, a thorn that was very, very deep and impossible to pull out!

"Do you only know how to stand behind a woman? If you have the guts, fight me one on one. " At this moment, Jiang Feng's voice that was out of place sounded out.

Angry emotions burned in Jiang Yun's heart. From start to finish, Jiang Xue'er was a thorn in Jiang Yun's heart, and no one could desecrate her!

"You're courting death!"

Jiang Yun said coldly.

"As long as I'm here, Xue'er can only be the little girl behind me."

As the sound of his voice faded ?

Jiang Yun suddenly leaped forward, and with all his strength, he aimed at the Jiang Feng in front of him and unleashed a? Rushing Thunder Fist?.

A beam of light flashed past. Jiang Feng let out a blood-curdling screech as he was sent flying and landed heavily on the ground.

"An ant trying to shake a tree, you overestimate yourself. In the future, you should just be an ordinary person!" Jiang Yun said coldly, as he returned Jiang Feng's words unmoved. A naked slap, on the face of Jiang Feng, soundlessly echoed!