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In the yard of the Leng Clan, there was a six year old child with an extremely handsome head of black hair. The sideburns were just past his chin and his slanted bangs were just past his eyebrows, making him look like a little shota. There was always a bright light coming from the eyes, making people unable to forget it when they looked at it. Especially the eyes, which were purple.

Leng Sobbing Soul was currently reading a book called "An Explanation of the Power of the World". Crying Soul was engrossed in reading. Everyone knew what this book was used for, and it was a systematic way of classifying the military power of the continent. Because Sobbing Cold Soul knew what kind of path he would walk.

Leng Sobbing Soul was extremely intelligent, his comprehension ability was ridiculously high. Possessing the ability of photographic memory, he knew from the < Explained World Strength Division > that there were different levels of strength: Martial Disciple, Martial Disciple, Martial General, Martial King, Martial Monarch, Martial Emperor, Martial Saint, Martial Saint. It was very difficult for lower level fighters to challenge higher level fighters. Unless they possessed a heaven-defying weapon, martial skill, or cultivation technique... The book describes the characteristics of each level, and so on.

The Weeping Soul who closed the book stood up to perform a warm-up exercise and performed a set of fist techniques. Of course, this was not standard. After doing this, she felt bored as she sat on the stone chair in a daze.

"When will I be able to become as strong as my father and step into the ranks of martial artists? Un! I have to tell my father that I have to learn martial arts. I want to live a different life, I want the world to recognize me, hehe, "Leng Mo Hun said to herself.

"Hahaha, you are indeed my, Leng Tiexin's, son. Your age is not small at all. Hun'er, I think highly of you, haha!" A handsome middle-aged man said.

"Father, you don't teach me martial arts every day. You only know how to laugh, and say you think highly of me. No matter how you look at it, I don't know anything at all. I only know a set of lousy street boxing skills that you taught me." Weeping Soul muttered with dissatisfaction and a frown on his face.

After hearing this, a black streak Leng Tiexin carried Leng Xiao Hun and sat on a stone chair in the courtyard. He imitated Leng Xiao Hun's tone and said, "It's not that I don't want to teach you, but I feel that you're still young."

"No, no, no, I just want to learn. I want to be as strong as my father!" Leng Xiao Hun shook her head and said seriously.

Leng Tiexin looked at his young son who was in his arms. He was very serious, and was probably moved by his son's seriousness. In his heart, he could not help but let his son practice martial arts. It just so happened that in a few days time, he would let the new generation of the family members learn martial arts. Although he was still a little young, it wasn't a big deal.

"Hun'er, since you wholeheartedly want to practice martial arts, I hope you've made up your mind!" Leng Tiexin said.

"Well, I've decided." Leng Sobbing Soul said firmly.

"Alright, I will let you practice martial arts, but you must not give up halfway along the path of martial arts. You must have the courage to move forward." Leng Tiexin looked at his son with a smile.

"That's great! That's great! "Father, you're so good." Crying Soul smiled happily. "Kiss, aiya, a beard is sticking to your face," cried Sobbing Soul with a laugh.

"Hahaha!" Leng Tiexin laughed heartily while tying up his beard with cold tears. Let Cold Sobbing Sobbing Soul scream in pain.

Night fell. A six year old cold weeping spirit could no longer sleep with his parents. It was simply impossible to sleep in his own bedroom! That's what you call a happy day!

However, in the other room.

"You idiot, our son is so young, do you have the heart to let him suffer?" Liu Fei, the mother of the Weeping Soul, whispered into Leng Tiexin's ear.

"Dearest, please be lenient. Our son is very intelligent. I do not wish to disturb him. Who knows, he might be a martial arts genius." Leng Tiexin pleaded.

"Hmph, you are right. I will punish you by not sleeping on the bed and sleeping at the door. You are so infuriating that you don't feel sorry for me. Get out!" Liu Fei forcefully shut the door and shut Leng Tiexin outside.

Leng Tiexin was like a frosted eggplant. Suddenly, the door opened again.

"Darling, do you feel sorry for me?" Leng Tiexin rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

"Who dotes on you? This blanket is for you." Liu Fei said as she threw the blanket on top of Leng Tiexin.

Leng Tiexin was speechless. He grumbled about his son for a long time.

Early in the morning, Leng Sobbing Soul could not control his emotions. He came to his father's door early, but when he saw his father asleep at the door, he became confused.

"Daddy, don't you feel cold at the door?" Crying Soul tilted his head as he spoke.

"It's all because of you little rascal." As he spoke, Leng Tiexin scratched his son's nose.

Cold Sobbing Soul: I must have been driven out by Mother, hahaha.

"Didn't you say that I can participate in the family training today? Why aren't you leaving?" Weeping Soul was extremely worried.

As she was speaking, the door opened, and Liu Fei walked out of the room to see the father and son duo chatting in front of the room in the early morning. He threw himself into his mother's arms.

"Mother, I'm about to start practicing martial arts. Hurry up and congratulate me!" Leng Xiao raised her tender face.

"Congratulations to Hun'er, come and kiss one," said Liu Fei as she gave her cheeks a little pop. The most important thing is to be able to endure. Practicing martial arts is a very difficult thing, but I believe that my Soul will definitely become a powerful martial artist! "

After having breakfast personally prepared by his mother, his father and his mother accompanied him to the Leng Clan's special martial arts practice field.

Martial Arts Practice Field.

The five elders of the Leng Clan walked up to Leng Tiexin and respectfully greeted him, "Greetings, Patriarch."

Leng Tiexin nodded slightly. He put down the wailing souls in his arms and said, "Hun'er, these five are our Leng Clan's elders."

"Hello, five Elders." Leng Wuzui cupped his fists and bowed.

"Greetings young master." The elders replied.

"Hun'er, you should go to the Martial Arts Practice Field. You should be like any other ordinary clan disciple, you won't receive special care just because you are my, Leng Tiexin's, son, right? On the path of the strong, we can only rely on ourselves. " Leng Tiexin said earnestly.

"I understand, Father." Leng Sobbing Soul said firmly.

Arriving at the center of the training field, Sobbing Soul looked around at the more than fifty people in total, including the direct and side bloodlines. The only difference between Sobbing Soul and the other people was that their eyes were purple while the others were black. They were not very familiar with each other, nor did they understand each other. Furthermore, they had grown up under the care of their parents at such a young age. As a result, there were very few opportunities for them to get to know each other.

Before long, Leng Tiexin, who was sitting in the main seat of the viewing gallery, spoke. Little fellows, listen to me. I am the head of the Leng Clan, Leng Tiexin. Since everyone has come to this Martial Arts Practice Grounds, it means that everyone wants to become strong and contribute to the clan. This world was cruel. Strength was the foundation of this world's survival. I hope you will always remember this. "I won't say anything else. You all will be specially trained by me. Those who can't persevere will be assigned to the rest of the family to learn how to manage their businesses, or enter the imperial court to be officials, and so on." After he finished speaking, Leng Tiexin returned to his seat of honor.

"Great Elder Leng Mu stepped forward." In the afternoon, the little guys will gather again. Let's begin your training.

The Sobbing Cold Soul came from the training field to stand in front of his father and mother. Liu Fei, "Soul, come on!" My son will definitely be stronger than others. "

"Yes, I will, Mother."

"Hun'er, even though you are younger than most people by a few years, you must work hard!" Leng Tiexin said.

"Dad, you're so long-winded."

"Yo, you smelly brat. You think I'm long-winded, so you should hit me." With a sniff of the Sobbing Cold Soul's nose, he hugged the Sobbing Cold Soul in his arms.

Leng Tiexin turned around and said to Leng Mu, "From now on, you will be in charge of taking care of these clan disciples. Realize that you need to properly nurture these good seedlings."

"We will follow the Patriarch's orders!" Leng Mu said as he possessed.

"You may leave."

"We send you off, patriarch!" The five elders said in unison.