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In a small unremarkable courtyard in the huge backyard of the Soaring Dragon City General's Residence in the Great Gan Country, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old young man was practicing his fist art. He clenched his fists, punching and punching continuously, his body was like a tiger, his fists were like the wind, and it felt like he had fallen down to a thousand pounds.

The youth was tirelessly practicing. Once, twice, thrice … Ten times...

His clothes were soaked with sweat, but he had no intention of stopping.

The youth's eyes were bright and full of spirit. His calm face was filled with determination, but it also carried a sense of stubbornness and unyielding character. There was a pained expression on his handsome face as he stopped punching.

The young man lay on the ground quietly, looking at the bright moon and the dazzling stars. His eyes were filled with helplessness, longing, hatred, worry, and all sorts of emotions. It was impossible for such a pair of eyes to appear on a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

The teenager looked at the bright moon in the sky and couldn't help but think back to Earth. Back then, he was a rich young master, the head of the underworld, the gang leader of Hong Kong's Qing Gang. Just when he was in the prime of his life and in high spirits. However, the heavens had played a huge joke on him. On his 25th birthday, his friend had given him a cultural relic, the Nine-legged Square Cauldron, which ended his tragic life and death and allowed him to be reborn in this world where strength reigned supreme.

The young man's name was Lin Bufan. He had been in this world for 13 years. In these 13 years, he'd suffered more than his previous life. He was born in the Great Gan Nation's Soaring Dragon City, and was the son of the Great Gan Nation's Great General and the Lin Family's Patriarch, Lin Zhentian. His birth time was auspicious and he was Lin Zhentian's only son. He had amassed thousands of favors in his life and everyone treated him very well. When Lin Bufan was young, he was very obedient and learned everything very quickly. The Lin Clan praised him as a genius, but who would have thought that a little child would have the soul of an adult on him?

It's not like we're talking about it. "" Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

When Lin Bufan was three years old, he had a strange disease. Every full moon night, his entire body would be in excruciating pain, and in order to cure Lin Bufan's illness, the Lin Clan had to find countless famous doctors and buy countless precious elixirs. However, Lin Bufan's strange illness had yet to recover. It could only alleviate some of the pain he was experiencing.

Even though Lin Bufan was sick, the Lin Family did not look down on him because of this and gave him precious elixirs. But at the age of six, when the Lin Clan's inspection revealed that Lin Bufan could not practice martial arts, his status in the clan plummeted. It was like the difference between heaven and earth. Those who had treated him well in the past all revealed ugly expressions, scolding him as a little trash and sickly. As the son of the clan head, he had disgraced the Lin Clan. All kinds of insults and mockery reached Lin Bufan's ears.

Not only did the gossip not affect Lin Bufan, it even gave him the motivation to cultivate. He could not practice martial arts because his dantian could not store true qi. If it could not store true qi, it could not practice martial arts. His father merely sighed at this and said nothing.

Looking at the moon in the sky, he knew that his strange illness would break out tonight. He quietly waited, without a trace of fear, but instead, there was a trace of excitement. After experiencing so many pains, his endurance had become extremely strong. After going through so much pain, Lin Bufan discovered that his soul had become tougher and tougher. Originally, he had transmigrated here, and was an adult's soul, but his innate soul was five times higher than that of an ordinary person's. Now, because of this strange illness, his soul had become tougher and tougher. Not only that, he also realized that his body had become stronger without a single round of pain, and his meridians had become more powerful as well.

Lin Bufan could not cultivate his Zhen Qi, so he trained his body. Right now, he was at the fifth level of the Refinement Realm, while the Lin Family's geniuses were only at the seventh or eighth level of the Houtian realm. Training one's physical body was ten times more difficult than training one's true qi. Reaching the fifth layer of the fleshly body at Lin Bufan's age was already considered a genius for cultivators. However, his status in the clan did not change because none of the cultivators that cultivated in the Great Thousand World had broken through to the Xiantian realm.

The reason why Lin Bufan was able to reach this realm at the age of thirteen was due to his strange illness. This was also the result of him not tiring every day and diligently cultivating. He had always believed in victory over all. There were no Xiantian cultivators in the Great Thousand World, but he believed that he would be able to break this curse and become the first Xiantian cultivator with his body.

Lin Bufan lay on the ground and looked at the moon in the sky. He thought back to everything that had happened on earth, and all the things he had come to a different world. He sank into deep thought. Suddenly, the expression on his face distorted. The muscles all over his body trembled as he rolled on the ground.

That's right, Lin Bufan's strange illness had started acting up again. Although he was in excruciating pain, he did not make a single sound. Because he knew that even if he were to shout out loud, no one would care about him, and it would only bring about more ridicule and insults.

The intense pain did not cause Lin Bufan to feel any fear. With a trace of madness in his eyes, he shouted, "You damned weirdo, come at me! "If it's more painful, let me reach the sixth level of the Refinement Realm with just one step."

Suddenly, a figure appeared outside the dilapidated courtyard gate. It was an old man in his sixties, wearing a black robe. When he saw Lin Fan's painful appearance, his eyes were filled with concern, but there was also a trace of helplessness. He quickly ran over and picked up Lin Bufan. Looking at the pure white jade bottle in his hand, he tilted it slightly and a round black pill appeared in his hand. Without any hesitation, he stuffed it into Lin Bufan's mouth.

At this moment, Lin Bufan only felt a warm current rush into his body, alleviating the pain he felt before. He could not help but look at the old man with a grateful gaze.

This old man was called Lin Tiande, and he was the person who treated Lin Bufan the best in the entire Lin Clan. Lin Tiande was the seventh elder of the nine elders of the Lin Clan, a Xiantian Realm cultivator, and Lin Bufan's seventh grandfather. Ever since he was young, he had treated Lin Bufan very well. Regardless of his status in the Lin Clan, he had never changed in the slightest. In Lin Bufan's heart, he was like his own grandfather.

For the past few years, Lin Tiande had come to deliver medicine to Lin Bufan on the night of the 15th moon. This had nearly drained his reserves as a Xiantian master.

After almost six hours, the pain on Lin Bufan's body gradually receded.