C1 Sword Soul

"The human body is like the universe, and it corresponds to the Great Dao of the heavens. It is a treasure with boundless potential. The purpose of our cultivation is to excavate this treasure to the greatest extent!"

A middle-aged man walked in the middle of the twenty-something youths. He explained the cultivation while correcting the youths who were not following his instructions.

"The foundation of whether a person can cultivate or whether the path of cultivation can reach the highest level depends on the first step you take now, condensing the Martial Spirit!" The middle-aged man spoke confidently.

"The Martial Spirit is the foundation. You need to seriously meditate on your own limit and turn it into your consciousness. It will merge into your body and absorb the essence of the heavens and the earth, turning into the Divine Spirit."

"The Martial Spirit is divided into various levels." His eyes suddenly turned cold. He moved his palm slightly, and a golden light circled around his palm. Finally, it turned into a small golden wolf that was lifelike.

"This is my Martial Spirit, the Beast Spirit!"

The youths immediately revealed expressions of admiration, but the middle-aged man's voice sounded in their ears, "The Beast Spirit is only a second-grade Martial Spirit, and the first-grade Martial Spirit is the Weapon Spirit!"

He continued to explain, "Disciples who have condensed the Weapon Spirit are all geniuses who are the focus of attention. They are the purest of the Heavenly Dao, and they are at the peak of the Weapon."

"Each level of Martial Spirit is also divided into various levels. For example, my Battle Wolf Spirit is also much stronger than the rabbit-shaped Martial Spirit."

"So, don't get ahead of yourself. Use the techniques that I have taught you to absorb the essence of the world and condense your own Martial Spirits. I hope that every one of you will be a genius!"

The youths roared in unison, their young faces filled with determination.

Not far away, a white figure stood there quietly. His white clothes were as white as snow, matching his youthful and fair face. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Hearing the instructor's words, the youth subconsciously touched his dantian. There was a Martial Spirit there, a top-grade Martial Spirit, the Sword Spirit!

He would never forget the moment when he condensed his Martial Spirit, which caused a sensation throughout the entire family. He himself had also become the focus of the family's nurturing.

As a seed disciple, he was about to be sent to the Martial Teaching Hall for further cultivation.

His name was Yu Han, the pride of the Yuh family in Qizhou, the hope of the family's revival!

However, on the day he was about to head to the Martial Teaching Hall, a few young men riding on white cranes descended from the sky and wanted to stay in the Yuh family for a while before heading to the Martial Teaching Hall.

According to the Elder of the family who led the group, those were disciples of the Immortal Sect, who were arrogant and unruly.

The Elder of the Yuh family also specially warned Yu Han and the other future geniuses of the Yuh family, afraid that if they were to offend these bastards, they would end up in a tragic situation.

Yu Han knew that those so-called disciples of the Immortal Sect were usually arrogant and willful. In their eyes, he was like an ant, and even if he was killed, he would not bear any consequences.

Therefore, he had been secretly enduring it all this time.

It was not until the moment when everyone set off to the Martial Teaching Hall that a young female disciple suddenly suggested that she wanted to sit on a cart. In fact, she wanted a few people to pull a plow.

The male disciple beside her seemed to be interested in this junior sister, so he immediately ordered a few youths from the Yuh family to act as oxen and horses, and Yu Han was one of them.

Thus, a conflict that even Elder of the Yuh family could not stop happened.

On that day, Yu Han was severely injured and his dantian was crippled by a few disciples from the Immortal Sect. Only the Sword Spirit was left, floating in the place where his dantian used to be, and he had broken all his limbs.

He had completely cut off his path of cultivation.

It was not difficult for the Yuh family to recover his broken limbs with their strength, but his dantian had exploded, causing Yu Han to be completely crippled. This direct disciple who had condensed a first-grade Sword Spirit and was known as the most promising direct disciple in the Yuh family for the past hundred years had died prematurely before he could even complete his glorious life.

After that, Yu Han did not say a word. The broken bones of his limbs had already healed. During the year he was recuperating, he had never left his room, and he stayed in his room alone.

He was stunned for a day!

Today, he walked out of his room for the first time. With the glaring sunlight, he unknowingly came here. Looking at the youths who had condensed their Martial Spirits on the plaza, he felt as if he had returned to his youth.

He had once stood here and looked at the rising red sun in the sky, absorbing the essence of the world.

Suddenly, a warm feeling came from Yu Han's chest.

It was a jade scroll. After his Martial Spirit was crippled, his father, as the Patriarch, personally selected many cultivation techniques for his family to use and gave them to him.

However, when he was young, he was in high spirits, but now that he had fallen into a valley, it was naturally difficult for him to cross that threshold.

All of these cultivation techniques were left aside.

Almost every night, the scene of the Immortal Sect disciples crippling him would appear in his mind, and then he would wake up in his dreams.

It was also because of this that he saw this jade scroll, as if it resonated with his emotions, and a faint light flashed out.

Although it was only a trace, it made Yu Han feel a strange calmness. Therefore, from that day onwards, he had always carried this jade scroll with him.

Yu Han had also carefully examined it. It was just an ordinary life-force cultivation technique, and there was nothing else. However, the special phenomenon produced by the jade scroll made him a little suspicious.

"Han!" A sigh came from behind him.

Yu Han slightly narrowed his eyes, then opened them. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief. He turned around and bowed, "Father!"

Yu Zhanyuan looked at his elder son's slightly haggard face, "Go back. The wind is strong outside, and your body is weak …"

He did not continue speaking. To a cultivator, being weak was an insult.

Yu Han nodded his head, "I heard that your brother condensed the Dragon Spirit. Amazing!"

The Dragon Spirit was a type of Beast Spirit, but it was not inferior to the Weapon Spirit. In fact, it was even higher than some ordinary Weapon Spirits.

"Yu Fei did not let you down. He has been working very hard for the past year, and it is better than I imagined. The Dragon Spirit is not as good as your Sword Spirit, but the difference is very small!" Yu Zhanyuan nodded.

Yu Han looked at his father. For the past year, he had been unable to walk out of the darkness. However, he had troubled his parents and worked for him for no reason. Seeing the white hair on his father's forehead growing longer, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Father, I'm sorry!"

Yu Zhanyuan patted his father's shoulder and said, "Don't worry. As long as the two of you can grow up happily, I will be at ease!"

A warm feeling surged in Yu Han's heart. Then, he said to his father, "The people who attacked you a year ago were all disciples of the Immortal Sect who were cultivating in the Martial Teaching Hall. In another year, they will leave. During this period of time, don't let Yu Fei enter the Martial Teaching Hall!"

Yu Zhanyuan's heart skipped a beat. He knew that Yu Fei had always been brooding over the fact that his brother had been crippled. Now that he had just condensed his Martial Spirit, with his impulsive personality, he would definitely not let it go.

The elder son's reminder was correct. If Yu Fei entered the Martial Teaching Hall, he would inevitably have conflicts with the other party. At that time, even the Martial Teaching Hall would not be able to protect him.

Therefore, he nodded.

Suddenly, a figure rushed up and kneeled in front of Yu Zhanyuan.

"Patriarch, Second Young Master... Second Young Master, he..."

Yuh Han's expression changed. Yuh Zhanyuan immediately rushed forward and grabbed the servant's shoulder. He gritted his teeth and asked, "What happened to Yuh Fei?"

"Second Young Master went to find those people from the Immortal Sect!" He looked at Yuh Han with a trembling gaze and said through gritted teeth, "He said that he wanted to seek justice for the eldest young master!"

Yuh Han's face suddenly turned as pale as a sheet of paper. He gritted his teeth and asked, "How long has he been gone?"

"About... an hour!" The servant's face was ashen.

"An hour... An hour?" A trace of helplessness appeared in Yuh Han's heart. He staggered two steps back and muttered, "Brother..."

"Why didn't you guys say so earlier!" Yuh Zhanyuan almost roared out in anger. He turned around and was about to rush out of the door.

However, at this moment, the door of the Yuh family shattered!

A figure flew in and drew an arc in the air before landing beside them.

"The Yuh family really doesn't have a good memory. After crippling one, you still dare to come out and cause trouble?"

Yuh Fei's limp body fell to the ground. He coughed out large mouthfuls of blood from the corner of his mouth. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and he looked extremely miserable.

"Yuh Fei!" Yuh Han rushed forward and helped his brother up. He let him lean on his body and looked at the two young men who had walked in. His eyes almost spat out flames!

"Brother... My Martial Spirit..."

Yuh Fei tightly grabbed onto Yuh Han's hand, and the blood on the corner of his mouth dyed his white clothes red.

A year ago, they had crippled their Dantian.

Now, they had crippled their younger brother's Martial Spirit!

This was too much!

He looked at his younger brother who had fainted in his arms. If he was strong enough and the Yuh family was strong enough, why would he do this?

His father could not do anything because the entire family was behind him.

The Martial Teaching Hall maintained a silent attitude because the Hall Master was in seclusion and did not come out. Some of the elders of the Martial Teaching Hall did not dare to make a big deal out of it.

Now, they would not fight with the Immortal Sect even if they knew that they and Yuh Fei had been crippled!

Therefore, he could only rely on himself!

His trembling body suddenly shook. The remaining Sword Spirit in his body seemed to feel the surging anger and started to become restless, and it became more and more intense!

It carried the jade pendant in his arms and turned into a hot mess in an instant.