C2 Bullying

Blood Jade Dynasty was the sole ruler of the continent, and was known as the extremely wealthy nation. The width of its borders was said to be limitless. Although they were called dynasties, their power wasn't particularly concentrated. There were three kingdoms under the dynasty, and as for the Small States, there were tens of thousands of them. As for whether or not it was true, it was not something that ordinary people could understand.

As for the three biggest duchies, they were actually controlled by the three great clans. The three families were: the Hun Family, founded by the first generation Imperial Scholar, Divine Symbol Master Hun Mingdong; the former Imperial War God, founded by the Grand Marshal Liu Kaishan, who had already reached the Profound Life and Death Stage; and the former Empire's richest man, the current Zi Donglai, who had an unbeknownst to cultivation level, who founded the Zi family.

The first patriarch of the three great families were all god-level heroes who had established a border with the founding emperor and chased Demons and Demons out of the continent. However, due to the Emperor's death in the battle of the first ten thousand years, the three heroes were unable to accept the fact that the beast race had been defeated. However, they couldn't start an internal conflict, so they all began to develop their own powers.

After thousands of years of accumulation, the three great clans had finally broken away from the dynasty's rule. The internal conflicts within the Blood Jade Dynasty intensified. Finally, in the 30,527 years of the Myriad Kingdom Calendar, a great war of a continental character broke out. All of a sudden, smoke rose up from the crowd of heroes, and those with the ability to do so all began to cede to the king. At the same time, the three great families also suddenly attacked the dynasty, refusing to send troops to suppress them. Helpless, the current emperor of the dynasty could only recognize the three great clans' independent ruling position. The other Small States s also recognized the position of a Marquis, but they had to pay tribute to him every year. At this point, the war finally subsided. History calls it the Great War of All Kingdoms. After this battle, although the Blood Jade Dynasty was still famous, but in reality, he could no longer continue to centralize his power. Once the power was divided, it was difficult to enforce the decree. So in the last thousand years, the dynasty's progress has been slow, and there have even been signs of decline. According to the rumors, the demons from the other realms seemed to be on the verge of moving again.

After the three great clans had independently proclaimed themselves as kings, they had sealed off their own country and refused to reconcile with the other nations. Thus, the news from the outside world slowly began to be cut off.

Hun Guolin was the patriarch of the Black Soul Divine Clan. Although he was not the king of the Black Soul Divine Kingdom, he was the spiritual leader of the citizens of the country.

Hun Aotian was the current king of the Country of Souls, he was young but not old. He was only twenty years old this year. He had a tough wrist and a unique gaze. Under his rule, the Soul Kingdom was organized, and he was already the leader of the three Duchies. He was the nephew of patriarch Hun Guolin, and his father was Hun Guolin's younger brother, who was also the previous king. However, ten years ago, his father Soul Nation's Dong and his mother suddenly went missing. A nation cannot live without a ruler. After becoming the king in the fifties, patriarch firmly pushed Hun Aotian onto the throne. Hun Aotian listened to everything his uncle said, and the entire Soul Nation was as if they were made of steel.

Hun Aotian was the king of a country, but his cultivation progress was average. Thus, he placed all his hope on his own brother Hun Jingtian. From a young age, the requirements that the Great Hun Aotian had toward Hun Jingtian were extremely strict, and could even be considered to be extremely harsh. Hun Jingtian had been forced to cultivate this entire time, but his progress was slow. Gradually, Hun Aotian lost patience with him. During the second year of Hun Aotian's life, he went to the imperial capital of a empire. After he came back from there, Hun Aotian's attitude towards Hun Jingtian drastically changed. He was determined to not let him cultivate. In fact, he had always been the one to make things difficult for him, and had even found an opportunity to strip him of his identity as a prince. He chased him out of the palace.

Fortunately, his uncle, patriarch of the Hun Family, had taken him in. However, Hun Guolin seemed to have been seeking a breakthrough recently and went into closed door cultivation frequently. Hun Jingtian hadn't seen him once for a long time.

Hun Guolin had a son, called Hun Jinghun. Hun Jinghun was known as the number one genius in the past thousand years of the imperial city. He was the same age as Hun Jingtian and had only turned fifteen this year. However, the spiritual energy in Hun Jinghun's body was extremely scary.

Hun Jingtian's mental energy, on the other hand, was extremely sparse. Hun Family was a god who had grown up in the history of Soul Master, and there had even been a few such existences. Therefore, disciples of Hun Family were born with mental strength ? also known as strength of soul, which was more abundant than the physical strength ? also known as Profound Qi. But Hun Jingtian happened to be the opposite, his body did not seem to be able to feel the strength of soul. On the contrary, his Profound Qi s were exceptionally strong, but because the Hun Family s had very few recognition in terms of Profound Qi s and cultivation methods, Hun Jingtian was already fifteen years old, and had just reached the Sixth Floor of Body Refinement. In terms of levels alone, Hun Jingtian was exactly four levels behind Hun Jinghun. In addition, the difference in skills was even greater.

It was also because of this that everyone in the Hun Family, and even the entire Soul Nation knew that they once had a useless prince. It was a good thing that this piece of trash had already been crippled to the extreme by the king. Therefore, no matter where Hun Jingtian went, he would always be rolled in the eyes. Slowly, he no longer wanted to interact with others. Because he did not have anything to divide his body, he could only continue to live in the patriarch's Palace. However, as the son of the patriarch, Young patriarch Hun Jinghun was extremely against him. In the end, he even asked him to go up the mountain and pick it up as his lodging and meal expenses.

Facing such an insult, Hun Jingtian was so angry that the roots of his teeth started to itch. But at the same time, Hun Jingtian understood his own situation. His own brother was even more indifferent towards him. Although he was bullied by the young patriarch, what could he do? At such a young age, he had no choice but to accept the fact that he was forced to lower his head in embarrassment.

So he forced himself up the hill to chop wood, which was a blessing in disguise. Inside a tree cave, he actually found a secret manual. The name of this secret scripture was the Burning Gold Finger Technique. Although it was only a relatively basic first rank skill, it was still a profound energy martial skill that was one of the few in Soul Nation. After obtaining this secret manual, his soul was like a fish that had dropped into the ocean. The surging mystical Qi in his body finally found its use.

However, he also knew that he was born and bred in a family that mainly focused on strength of soul. He himself had secretly trained in the Profound Qi s' techniques, as if he was disobedient to his ancestors. This was because their ancestors were the Divine Symbol Master s, the masters of strength of soul s. But Liu Kaishan, his ancestor's comrade-in-arms and political nemesis, had actually trained his Profound Qi to the Supreme Elder of the Life and Death Profound Realm. Thus, in secret, the people of the Soul Nation could only cultivate strength of soul. Just like how the Profound Practitioners could only train Profound Qi s. Thousands of years of inheritances, thousands of years of disagreements, made this seemingly fallacious theory into the norm of reason.

Therefore, Hun Jingtian no longer slept at the patriarch Palace at night, and directly went to the forest in the mountain to spend the night as firewood. Practicing finger techniques and Profound Qi s in the pond, forget about it, the progress actually started to increase gradually. This made him even more confident in cultivating the Profound Qi.

Today, when Hun Jingtian carried the two bundles of firewood back to patriarch Palace, Tian Yang had already almost reached his head. Hun Jingtian carefully opened the back door. Luckily there was no one.

He tiptoed and ran to the woodshed. As he was about to open the door, he found a large bronze lock on the door.

"Oh, little prince, you're finally back. If Young patriarch were to wait for your firewood to cook, I'm afraid he would really starve to death. " A strange voice came from behind Hun Jingtian.

Hun Jingtian slowly turned his body with two bundles of firewood in his hands, and he saw a youth with a chubby body holding onto his waist, his head tilted and eyes squinted as he stared at him.

"Hello, Big Brother Liangshan. I was delayed on the road today and have returned late. Please forgive me." Hun Jingtian lowered his eyes to the ground and said softly with his head lowered.

The fat guy's name was Hun Liangshan, and he had given her a good name. In the Soul Palace, his attitude towards anyone was extremely amiable. He was indeed a kind-hearted person. However, when he was facing Hun Jingtian, that kind side of his completely disappeared, as if he had been snatched away by a dog.

He spat on the ground, "Pah! You ran out before the sky was even dark yesterday, yet you're only back now. "You poor bastard, you don't have a single cent on you. What kind of delays do you have on the road, it's obvious that you're just slacking off and slacking off."

"Damn fatty." Hun Jingtian scolded from the bottom of his heart: "He's only the son of the Soul Manor's butler, what kind of master are you playing with me?"

Of course, these words could only be thought in the bottom of his heart. He absolutely couldn't say them out loud. Hun Jingtian knew that although the fatty in front of him was oily, his talent was also average. But by eating ten more years of fat than him, he was already a three seal shaman, the same level as the genius Hun Jinghun. When it got hot, compared to Hun Jinghun, his old age was really only used to eat fat.

But even so, Hun Jingtian knew that this fatty in front of him truly wanted to make things difficult for him. Right now, he really didn't have the strength to fight back. Although he had learned burning gold finger, it was still very difficult to cross the gap between the four levels. Furthermore, even if his burning gold finger could resist for a while, could it really be used? In the clan that hated Profound Qi, if he used the Profound Skill to beat up someone from the Hun Family, what would the consequences be? Hun Jingtian did not dare think of the consequences. He knew that in a situation where he was left alone with no help, he definitely could not let anyone else find out the truth. Endure. All he could do was endure.

"Big brother Liangshan, how could I be lazy? patriarch is truly grateful to you for taking me in and feeding me. " Hun Jingtian lowered his head and rolled his eyes, thinking of a reasonable excuse: "Last night, there was a huge gust of wind and a tree on the mountain fell down. I rolled into the valley when I was dodging trees.

In fact, Hun Liangshan had long seen the half-naked Hun Jingtian, and he was even shivering in the wind, which made him believe him a little. However, he quickly remembered the Young patriarch's instructions, and the gentleness in his eyes grew vicious once more.

He shook his fat body and slowly moved in front of Hun Jingtian, then swept his eyes across Hun Jingtian's upper body and hatefully said: "Nonsense, even your clothes were torn, but you don't have a single scar on your body, who are you lying to?"

Hun Liangshan raised his palm that was as big as a fan and slapped it towards Hun Jingtian's shoulder. Initially, he wanted to hit Hun Jingtian in the face, but thinking that Hun Jingtian was the current Emperor's younger brother, although the King would not recognize him, who would actually understand Master's clan? If one day the king was happy again and Hun Jingtian was a prince or even a marquis, then wouldn't he be the one to be in trouble? Therefore, he aimed his palm towards Hun Jingtian's shoulder.

Hun Jingtian was already at the sixth level of the Body Refinement Realm, so with one more step, he would be able to charge into the Foundation building Realm. Although in terms of using strength of soul, he was too average, but in terms of close combat, the fatty in front of him was far from being a match for him. Hun Jingtian could easily dodge this attack, but he did not, because he knew that his current resistance was futile.

"Pah!" A loud sound of something being hit could be heard. Hun Liangshan had thought that he could knock Hun Jingtian down with a single slap. But Hun Jingtian still stood there firmly while carrying the two bundles of firewood, while he himself sat down in the midst of the dust.