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"Young Master Feng, it's time to eat." An old servant spoke softly to a teenager who was about fourteen or fifteen years old and was reading a book. The old servant looked at the teenager with a gaze filled with love, joy, and an undetectable trace of pity.

"Got it, Uncle." The young man closed the book and turned his head to look out the window at the night sky. He sighed and said, "Another day has passed."

The old man's name was Yi Zheng, and everyone called him uncle. Before, he had been following Yi Feng's father, Yi Tian, but Yi Tian and his wife's whereabouts were unknown. Since then, uncle has always been taking care of Yi Feng.

The young man finished eating in a few bites, then sat down on a cold bench in the yard with a smile. He said to his uncle expectantly, "Uncle, tell me the story of my father." Every time this happened, the old man would always feel sad. If it wasn't for the events of his life, he would most likely be crying right now. The old man calmed himself down and lovingly stroked the youth's head, patiently telling the same story who knows how many times.

Yi Feng's father, Yi Tian, was the third son of the Yi family's current head. He had displayed exceptional talent in cultivation and had reached the realm of a beginner Martial Master at the age of twenty.

At that time, among the Four Great Clans, even the younger generation of the three major sects, they were still ranked among the top few.

Five years ago, at the age of twenty-nine, Yi Tian had already reached the Primary Grandmaster Realm. It could be seen how terrifying his talent for cultivation was, but at this time, the Empire's borders were being invaded by the neighboring Empire's Tianfeng Empire. The Empire's royal family sent out requests for help from the four great clans and three great sects.

However, not long after, news of Yi Tian and his wife's disappearance came from the front lines. Although the Yi family had made many speculations and pursued the matter, they finally came to an end due to their lack of success.

The youth had always firmly believed that his parents had not died in battle. Even though there had been no news of his parents for the past five years, this belief had never wavered.

The fifteen-year-old was always interested in the old days, because he also wanted to become a hero like his father. But then came the longing for his parents' disappearance.

As he talked about the past, his uncle also felt sad. His uncle had no children and had long treated Yi Tian as his son, but Yi Tian had died young. However, these words could not be said to the young master.

The old and young became quiet under the night sky, each of them thinking about their own matters.

After a while, Yi Feng raised his head as if he had made up his mind and said to Uncle Zheng, "Uncle Zheng, can I really not train? My grandfather and father both said that I do not have any Five Elements whirlpools." Although he knew the results from his early years, the youth still didn't give up and asked.

The cyclone was the precondition for a martial artist's cultivation. A martial artist would constantly absorb the various attributes of the surrounding five elements to fill up their cyclone. As the cyclone continued to grow stronger, a martial artist's strength would also increase.

When he was eight, Yi Feng, who had reached the age of cultivation, was tested by his father, Yi Tian, and told that there were no Five Elements cyclones in his body. That was to say, his body could not store any of the Five Elements true qi. Later on, Yi family's head, Yi Lei, personally confirmed that this young man was indeed unable to cultivate the martial way.

Yi Tian had initially wanted to let Yi Shen, the only Xiantian expert of the Yi family, help Yi Feng check, but at that time, the Yi family's ancestor was in closed-door training, and the other Yi family elders were firmly opposed to disturbing the ancestor's cultivation for the sake of a trash that could not cultivate. Even if Yi Lei was their leader, they could only agree that Yi Feng could not cultivate. Yi Feng had also secretly cultivated countless times, but the result was the same. However, he had never given up.

"Young Master Feng, in truth, not everyone needs to practice martial arts. If you study well, you will definitely have some accomplishments in the future." This was not the first time Yi Feng had asked him a question, but every time, the old man was unable to answer the question directly. He could only comfort him softly because he could not bear to hurt a young man's heart.

"But I want to cultivate." The youth firmly said.

His uncle looked at Yi Feng in surprise. Yi Feng had never been as determined as he was today, but was it possible ?

"It is already late, Young Master Feng should go back to your room to rest." The first uncle seemed to not dare to face Yi Feng as he looked at the sky with determination.

Yi Feng let out a light hum as he walked towards the room. His back was filled with an unspeakable sadness, but he had a feeling of determination.

Uncle Zhao looked at Yi Feng's back and could only helplessly shake his head.

His parents had been missing for five years, but he could only live a life of not a day in the family. He was just a good-for-nothing abandoned by the family, and even his own grandfather had grown cold towards him. If it weren't for the fact that he was a direct descendant of the Yi family, his family would have long since been driven out of the Yi family.

He laid down on the bed and took out the white jade pendant on his chest. This was the only thing his parents had left him. Although it was just a jade pendant, it was still the most precious thing to Yi Feng. Holding the jade pendant, Yi Feng unknowingly fell asleep. In his dreams, he felt like he had seen his parents, that warmth he hadn't felt in a long time ?

The morning air was fresh, but it was a bit misty. At this moment, the youths' shouts came from the training grounds of the Yi family, invigorating the early morning.

Yi Cheng, Yi Feng's fourth uncle, was a High Level Martial Master. Every day, the fourth generation disciples would be led by him. The Yi family's third brother, Yi Tian, who had the best talent in his generation, was also gone. Only his big brother had broken through to the Grandmaster Realm, and even his father, the Patriarch of the Yi family, was only a High Grandmaster. If not for the fact that the clan still had a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, the Yi family would not be one of the Four Great Clans. Sighing lightly, Yi Cheng turned his gaze back to the fourth generation members of the Yi family and smiled in relief.

Two of the Yi family's fourth generation disciples had exceptional talent in cultivation, not even inferior to Yi Tian in the past. One was the grandson of the Yi family's Grand Elder, Yi Zhan. He had already reached the advanced warrior at the age of eighteen. Without any surprises, he should be able to break into the Martial Master realm within the next two years. The other was Uncle Yi Feng's son, Yi Chen. He had become an advanced warrior at the age of eighteen, and was a cultivation maniac. The two of them did not get along, they had always considered each other as potential opponents, and they all wanted to be called the number one of the Yi family's fourth generation.

Just as he was about to instruct a member of the Yi family in martial arts, Yi Cheng turned his head and looked towards the direction of the square. There, a thin and petite figure was walking towards him. With Yi Cheng's strength, he could tell at a glance that this young man was Yi Feng. He was wondering why Yi Feng was here, since Yi Feng did not need to practice martial arts and had never been here before. He thought about how dazzling his third brother was, and how even the son of a genius couldn't practice martial arts. Yi Cheng sighed, then smiled as he looked at Yi Feng, "Why is Feng'er here? Is there something you need Fourth Uncle's help with? Say, as long as I can do it, Fourth Uncle will help you."

Sensing Fourth Uncle's concern for Yi Feng, he raised his head and said respectfully: "Fourth Uncle, I want to practice martial arts." Although the sound wasn't loud, everyone in the training field could hear it. Immediately, a few Yi family disciples scoffed at him, but some looked at him with interest. Regardless of the ridicule or disdain from the others, on his handsome face that was full of childishness, there was only determination.

Feeling Yi Feng's determination, Yi Cheng couldn't answer for a long time because he had no way to answer. Yi Feng's inability to cultivate was already an indisputable fact. At this time, a youth came out of the fourth generation and said to Yi Cheng with a smile, "Fourth Uncle, just accept it. Just treat it as letting Brother Feng get stronger." This young man was Yi Yang, the son of Yi Feng's second uncle. He was a lively and playful man, but he had also reached the intermediate warrior level. In the family, Yi Feng was the one who was most familiar with him. If Yi Yang had anything fun or fun, he would just tell Yi Feng about it, which gave Yi Feng a lot of joy in his life. Hearing that Yi Yang helped him, Yi Feng also smiled.

"Hurry up and get back to practice." Yi Cheng acted as if he was about to fight. Seeing this, Yi Yang immediately retreated and didn't forget to make a face at Yi Feng.

"Alright, Feng Er, in the future, you should come here to practice martial arts. You don't need to use zhen qi for some simple martial skills, it's good for you to learn some defensive martial arts." Yi Cheng smiled.

"Thank you, Fourth Uncle." After saying that, he walked towards the back of the group.

"He really wants to practice martial arts?"

"Did my head get kicked by a donkey? Do you want to cultivate without a whirlpool?"

"Wasting my time" ? All sorts of mocking words flowed into Yi Feng's ears, but the young man did not have the slightest reaction. However, his pursuit for power was even more firm.

In this world, only the truly strong were respected.