Chapter 4: Three Punches, Just Three Punches!  

“Three punches to beat me? Hahaha... Ye Wuque, I thought you had some guts to challenge Murong Tian. Turns out, you’re just insane! What’s the matter? Can’t stand being trash for ten years anymore? Haha, trash is trash. It’s fine to daydream occasionally, but remember to keep your tail between your legs, or one day, I might squash you like a bug with a single finger! Hahaha...”  

The scar on Murong Tian’s left cheek twitched violently as he laughed wildly, finding Ye Wuque’s words as ridiculous as an ant attempting to swallow an elephant.  

The ridicule rose in waves. The five or six Murong family members who came with Murong Binglan also burst into laughter. Their faces mirrored disdain as they looked at Ye Wuque, standing tall and alone, their gazes full of scorn and contempt.  

Murong Binglan’s delicate face wore a mocking smile. She, who once had a marriage agreement with Ye Wuque, considered it a great shame and had always harbored resentment over it.  

As the daughter of Murong Changqing and the princess of the Murong family, she had privately sought her father countless times to annul the engagement, but to no avail. Each failure only deepened her hatred for Ye Wuque.  

In her heart, she believed that Ye Wuque clung desperately to the engagement, refusing to let go, fantasizing about marrying her when he turned eighteen.  

The engagement matter was beyond interference from outsiders. Despite her hatred and resentment, Murong Binglan had no choice but to endure it—until Murong Tian appeared.  

Murong Binglan held great admiration for this cousin of hers. His unparalleled talent was recognized throughout the Murong family, and his handsome appearance only added to his appeal. His occasional deliberate flattery had already captured her heart. Naturally, when Murong Tian promised to help her annul the engagement, she was more than willing.  

That led to the showdown in the martial arts arena. However, despite everything unfolding as planned, the humiliation, bitterness, and desperation she expected from Ye Wuque were absent. Instead, he was calm, even delighted, and openly requested Murong Changqing to revoke the engagement.  

In front of everyone, Ye Wuque’s words nearly made Murong Binglan faint from rage, her hatred for him reaching its peak. Who would have thought that this so-called trash would have the nerve to challenge Tian-ge?  

While everyone else dismissed it as the futile resistance of a cornered loser, Murong Binglan saw it differently. She believed it was Ye Wuque’s way of disgusting her, of getting back at her.  

“Ye Wuque, how dare a piece of trash like you humiliate me and even challenge Tian-ge? Today, I’ll make sure you know what regret feels like!”  

Her eyes turned icy, her thoughts racing. The mocking smile on her lips twisted into a cold sneer as she vowed to witness Ye Wuque being trampled like a dead dog.  

“Had enough laughing? Fight or move aside. It’s early morning, and good dogs don’t block the way. How annoying.”  

As the crowd continued laughing, Ye Wuque’s calm voice cut through. He slowly lowered his raised right fist, stood with his hands behind his back, and regained his composed demeanor. The earlier sharpness and dominance seemed to vanish, leaving only a pair of bright eyes. As the breeze swept by, his black martial robe fluttered gently, and his solitary figure exuded an unrestrained air.  

To Murong Hai, Ye Wuque now seemed shrouded in an inexplicable aura, a stark contrast to his arrogant demeanor in the martial arts arena the previous day. It left Murong Hai feeling as though Ye Wuque had become unfathomable.  

Startled by his own thoughts, Murong Hai’s expression turned cold. His muscular frame tensed, his fists clenched slightly, and a hint of malice flickered in his eyes.  

“Yesterday, I held back, afraid I might kill you if I hit too hard. That’s why I defeated you in just three moves. Since you claim you can beat me in three punches, I won’t hold back today.”  

“Boom!”  

“Take this! Ground Fiend Tiger Roar Fist!”  

With a roar, Murong Hai’s blood surged, and his vital energy shook. His towering body lunged forward in three quick steps, his right fist clenched tightly. As he shouted, a faint tiger’s roar resounded, and the silhouette of a fierce tiger, a full ten feet tall, materialized behind him. His blood and energy surged, his body at the pinnacle of the Eighth Stage of Body Refinement.  

“Roar!”  

The stone slabs beneath his feet cracked as Murong Hai charged like a tiger descending the mountain. His punch, aimed squarely at Ye Wuque, tore through the air with a deafening roar.  

“A middle-grade martial technique? The Ground Fiend Tiger Roar Fist? Murong Hai is taking this trash too seriously!”  

“Using such a technique on a Body Refinement Fifth Stage loser like Ye Wuque is such a waste!”  

“No kidding! But he deserves it for running his mouth. This punch will probably have him bedridden for three months!”  

The Murong disciples murmured among themselves, surprised at Murong Hai’s seriousness.  

Only Murong Binglan, arms crossed and lips curled in a cold smile, faintly sensed that Murong Hai’s attack wasn’t just a simple lesson for Ye Wuque.  

“Lie down!”  

Murong Hai’s venomous glare revealed his true intentions as his punch closed in on Ye Wuque, stopping just inches from his body.  

Ye Wuque, still calm, tightened his right fist and raised it slowly. Just as Murong Hai’s punch was about to land, Ye Wuque struck back with an unassuming punch.  

In Murong Binglan’s triumphant eyes, the clash of fists exploded.  

“Boom!”  

But in the next instant, disbelief flashed across her delicate face.  

“How...how is this possible?”  

The same words echoed in Murong Hai’s mind. His expression turned even grimmer as he felt an inexplicably terrifying force from Ye Wuque’s seemingly casual punch!  

“Screech!”  

Murong Hai’s feet skidded across the ground, the strange power driving him backward with the same speed he had attacked. Despite his efforts to stabilize, he couldn’t resist the force.  

“Thud! Thud! Thud!”  

After retreating six steps, Murong Hai finally stopped, coincidentally back at his starting point.  

Their fists had collided, yet it was Murong Hai who retreated six steps, while Ye Wuque hadn’t even budged.  

“Gasp...”  

Sounds of sharp intakes of breath filled the air as the five or six Murong disciples stared in shock, their expressions frozen in disbelief.

“What did I just see? Ye Wuque actually forced Murong Hai back with one punch?”

“This must be an illusion! The power of the Earth Fiend Tiger Fist is its ability to channel all one’s strength into the fists, unleashing force twice as powerful as usual. Yet Ye Wuque didn’t even flinch? How is this possible?”

“Could it be Murong Hai went easy on him?”

Murong Binglan, arms crossed, stared at Murong Hai, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief. She wanted to understand what had just happened.

A tremor.

She noticed Murong Hai’s right arm trembling, and in an instant, she realized this was no act. He hadn’t gone easy on Ye Wuque. Instead, the so-called useless youth had genuinely forced Murong Hai back with a single punch!

Murong Hai’s expression darkened as he glared at Ye Wuque, his scarred face flushing with tension. Pain and numbness coursed through his right arm, leaving him momentarily stunned, as though struck by lightning.

“The power of the Sacred Battle Qi truly is extraordinary,” Ye Wuque muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it. Staring at his right fist, his previously calm eyes lit up with excitement, sharp and determined like blades.  

“Ye Wuque! You’re not at the fifth level of Body Refining! You’ve reached the sixth!” Murong Hai shouted, his voice trembling with shock. The realization shook him to the core. From that single punch, he discerned that Ye Wuque’s cultivation was not at the fifth level, as everyone believed, but had advanced to the sixth level—muscle refinement mastery.

Just yesterday, Ye Wuque was at the fifth level.  

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No—more accurately, Ye Wuque had been stuck at the fifth level for the past ten years.

But that wasn’t the most shocking part. What truly astounded Murong Hai was that Ye Wuque, now at the sixth level, had forced him—a practitioner at the eighth level with mastery of bone refinement—back with a single punch. Crossing two entire levels in combat was something Murong Hai found impossible to accept.

Challenging higher levels of cultivation? How could that be?

“I don’t believe it! That was a fluke! I don’t believe it! How could someone like me, Murong Hai, be forced back by a nobody? Earth Fiend Tiger Fist! *Tiger Shatters the World!*”  

“Roar!”

A deafening tiger’s roar erupted behind Murong Hai as his eyes turned bloodshot. With a fierce stomp, he propelled himself into the air. The tiger shadow behind him engulfed his figure entirely, exuding a ferocious aura.

Sensing the surging might from Murong Hai, Murong Binglan and the other disciples paled. It was clear that Murong Hai, humiliated by the earlier exchange, was no longer holding back.

“Earth Fiend Tiger Fist, is it? How coincidental. I know it too. This is the second punch: *Tiger Shatters the World!*”

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With a thunderous shout, Ye Wuque’s demeanor shifted. His eyes sharpened, his expression turned fierce, and his body surged with the energy of the Sacred Battle Qi. His dantian pulsed with golden-red energy, as his battle qi surged with boundless vitality, triggering an explosive transformation within him.

“Boom! Boom!”

Bending slightly, Ye Wuque gathered all his strength. Golden-red energy coursed through his body as his figure leaped into the air. A tiger shadow appeared behind him as well—this one gleaming in radiant gold.

Unlike Murong Hai’s striped ferocity, Ye Wuque’s tiger exuded divine majesty. It roared, its golden figure slicing through the air toward Murong Hai.

The two tiger shadows clashed midair, unleashing shockwaves that rippled outward, enveloping the surrounding area in golden mist. The roars of their tigers intertwined, echoing powerfully.

“Roar!”

Suddenly, a tiger’s anguished roar filled the air, followed by a loud crash. The tiger shadow dissipated as a figure tumbled from its core, landing heavily on the ground.

Murong Binglan gasped, her wide eyes filled with disbelief as she recognized the disheveled figure—it was Murong Hai.

“Boom!”

Murong Hai staggered to his feet, clutching his chest as pain surged through his body. His face was pale, and his scarred cheek twitched uncontrollably. Looking at the figure descending from above, his eyes no longer held rage or resentment but fear—and a trace of awe.

“Buzz!”

The mist parted as Ye Wuque’s figure emerged, his piercing gaze locking onto Murong Hai. His aura blazed, sharp and indomitable, as if he were a god of war descended upon the battlefield.

“Murong Hai, the third punch is coming. Let’s see if I can break you!” Ye Wuque shouted.  

With a light step on the ground, he propelled himself forward like a streak of lightning, his right fist surging with terrifying force.

The force of the punch surged through the air, accompanied by a sharp crackle as it tore through the void!

Sensing the overwhelming dominance of the attack, Murong Hai’s fear intensified, and a fleeting thought of escape flashed through his mind. Yet, as his gaze fell on Murong Binglan, he saw her trembling figure, her beautiful eyes fixed on Ye Wuque in utter disbelief, as if she were witnessing something unimaginable.

"Ye Wuque!"

The name burst from Murong Hai’s lips, his eyes flickering with malice. Crushing the urge to flee, he channeled all his energy, blood pounding in his veins, and clenched his fist tightly, swinging it toward Ye Wuque’s advancing form.

“Bang!”

Another thunderous clash of fists resounded. Ye Wuque’s eyes were razor-sharp, while Murong Hai’s body trembled violently. His face flushed crimson.

“Pfft!”

A mouthful of blood spurted from Murong Hai as his body was thrown backward uncontrollably. This time, he couldn’t stop himself, his figure crashing hard onto the stone-paved ground, rolling helplessly until he came to a halt in front of Murong Binglan.

“Pfft!”

Another spurt of blood escaped his lips, splattering onto Murong Binglan’s red dress. Murong Hai now lay like a beaten dog at her feet, his face ashen, utterly drained of strength.

Murong Binglan’s pale face showed no trace of her usual cold arrogance. Instead, her expression was marked by disbelief and fear. Her gaze turned toward Ye Wuque, who stood quietly, his demeanor calm and composed. Yet inside her, a storm raged uncontrollably, her emotions in turmoil.

Behind Murong Binglan, the five or six Murong disciples were trembling, their legs weak, their throats dry, unable to utter a word. Their expressions were filled with terror.

Standing calmly, Ye Wuque’s piercing gaze landed on the struggling Murong Hai, who seemed desperate to rise. In a calm voice, he declared, “I said three punches to crush you, and it was three punches.”

He then took a step forward, walking straight toward Murong Binglan.

“Ye Wuque! What... what are you trying to do? I warn you, don’t act recklessly, or else…” Murong Binglan stammered, panic flashing across her usually icy face. If Murong Hai, with his eighth-level bone refinement mastery, couldn’t withstand Ye Wuque’s punches, she, at the seventh level, stood no chance.

Her chest rose and fell with each anxious breath as she watched Ye Wuque approach. She struggled to remain composed, but the sight of Murong Hai sprawled like a defeated dog caused a chill to creep into her heart.

However, Ye Wuque merely walked past her without even sparing her a glance.

Ignored.

To Murong Binglan, his complete disregard felt like a slap to her pride, igniting waves of humiliation and resentment that eclipsed her fear. Her emotions surged to a breaking point, then suppressed the terror in her heart. Turning sharply, she shouted at Ye Wuque’s retreating figure, “Ye Wuque! You useless trash! Just you wait! In a month, Tian-ge will crush you under his foot!”

Her words echoed clearly, reaching Ye Wuque’s ears. But he didn’t pause, his sharp gaze flickering faintly with anticipation.

“Murong Tian, is it? Heh, I can’t wait.”

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 Chapter 3: The Battle Saint Technique! Three Punches to Crush Murong Hai!

"Hot! Hot! Hot!"

This was the only sensation Ye Wuque felt at that moment.

Inside a simple and modest small house, Ye Wuque struggled to maintain a sitting posture. His body was burning, and his once fair skin had turned bright red!

Large beads of sweat poured from his body, but they were instantly evaporated by the terrifyingly high temperature of his body.

His eyes were tightly shut, his brow furrowed slightly. Though his face remained expressionless, one could easily see from his clenched jaw that Ye Wuque was enduring immense pain.

"Buzz"

"Crash"

Sounds like roaring rivers and crashing waves came from within Ye Wuque’s body. If one looked closely, they would notice that every inch of his skin was twitching slightly!

It was as though an immense, uncontrollable force was surging through his body!

His flesh seemed to be torn apart by a brutal force!

His soul felt as if it were being scraped by cold blades continuously!

Despite the overwhelming pain assaulting his senses, the willpower that had been tempered for ten years helped this fifteen-year-old boy endure!

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Even under such agony, Ye Wuque managed to stay conscious.

"My body... seems to be undergoing an enormous change! This change... is the Saint Law’s essence that I’ve gained after ten years of obliteration!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Like muffled thunder, a violent explosion rang out from within his body. The sitting Ye Wuque’s body suddenly swayed, followed by intense tremors. The subtle movements on his skin increased dramatically, many times over!

Pain!

The pain, which penetrated to the bones and soul, engulfed Ye Wuque’s nerves. He felt as if he were at the center of ten erupting volcanoes!

Burning, tearing, scraping... the pain, far worse than before, overwhelmed him in a way that could not be described. Even with his strong will, Ye Wuque was on the verge of breaking down.

His bodily senses began to numb, and his once-clear consciousness began to fade.

It seemed as though in the next moment, Ye Wuque would lose consciousness forever, never to wake again.

"Hold on! Hold on! I can't pass out! I mustn’t pass out!"

A silent roar echoed in his mind. Sweat drenched his body. Though everything was pitch black in front of him, and his ears were filled with deafening roars, the excruciating pain raged through his nerves like a tidal wave!

Every breath seemed to last forever. Ye Wuque was almost driven mad!

"Boom!"

"Crash!"

The roaring river sounds grew even more intense, the muscles beneath his skin had become tight, and his thick veins bulged out like vicious snakes, clearly visible.

Pain had reached its peak!

Endurance had hit its limit!

Yet Ye Wuque gritted his teeth and persisted!

Even if he were to die, he would never give up!

No one knew how terrifying the obsession in this boy's heart was. It seemed resilient and unyielding, but in truth, it was an obsession close to madness.

"Sigh..."

At the moment of life and death, a sigh came from deep within Ye Wuque’s mind. It carried a loneliness that seemed to permeate the ages, mixed with a hint of confusion, as if he were awakened from a long slumber.

"Buzz"

A flash of golden light appeared behind Ye Wuque’s head.

At that moment, Ye Wuque, whose consciousness had almost dried up, suddenly felt a coolness wash over him. It was as if the cracked, dry earth had been revived by a refreshing downpour from the heavens.

"Buzz"

His blurry consciousness cleared under this sudden rush of coolness. What had once been a pitch-black world suddenly brightened. Everything around him began to change!

"Is this... my internal organs? This is the inside of my body?"

What appeared before Ye Wuque was a strange sight.

His beating heart, the complex and orderly veins, the wriggling stomach, the kidneys that resembled two furnaces, and the shiny liver... all of it amazed Ye Wuque with an endless sense of novelty.

"Crash" "Boom"

At this moment, Ye Wuque finally understood the source of the continuous roaring sounds coming from his body.

These sounds belonged to the most important foundation of a cultivator... the vital energy and blood!

If Murong Changqing could see this scene, he would be utterly shocked, because inside Ye Wuque’s body was the very energy and blood he had once believed to be completely dried up.

In his peculiar state, Ye Wuque seemed unfazed by the existence of his vital energy and blood. His attention was entirely captivated by a brilliant light cluster located three inches below his navel!

"The Saint Law Essence! This is the Saint Law Essence I’ve struggled to cultivate for ten years! I’ve locked the vital energy and nourished the essence! Heaven has not forsaken the determined! I’ve finally succeeded! Hahahaha... it’s finally been formed!"

A huge wave of joy filled Ye Wuque, and the magnificent, pulsating light cluster in his spiritual vision seemed like a grand, mighty star, exuding an immense and overwhelming battle intent!

The pain still persisted, but under Ye Wuque's immense perseverance and the gradual coolness spreading in his mind, his condition was far better than the near-death state he had been in earlier.

After confirming that the Saint Law Essence had been successfully condensed, Ye Wuque began shifting his perspective, carefully observing the internal state of his body.

However, the sight before him caused a great shock in Ye Wuque’s heart!

Gold, faint gold!

The once crimson vital energy and blood had unknowingly acquired a faint golden glow!

"Red blood tinged with gold? How is this possible? What has happened?" 

The enormous confusion made Ye Wuque unable to comprehend. His "gaze" traced the direction of the vital energy, following it all the way to the golden light cluster!

All the vital energy and blood were surging out from the Saint Law Essence.

"For the past ten years, I’ve tightly locked all my vital energy in the Dantian to nourish the Saint Law Essence. Not a single drop has leaked out. Now that the work is complete, the vital energy has changed. Could this all be caused by the Saint Law Essence?"

Upon reaching this conclusion, Ye Wuque understood the source of the intense pain.

The Saint Law Essence had successfully condensed, and the vital energy that had long merged with the essence was now trying to break out of the Dantian to complete its final step. This process felt like skin being peeled away, bones being torn apart—it was excruciating beyond measure, and happening inside the body, unseen and unbearable for anyone to endure.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz"

It felt as though an instant had passed, yet it also felt like an eternity. All the vital energy and blood that had been locked in the Dantian surged out, flooding back into the body, filling the internal organs, muscles, and veins. In an instant, Ye Wuque felt as if he had returned to the time when he first began cultivating at the age of five.

The golden-red vital energy was incredibly powerful, flowing endlessly—this was the beginning of a cultivator’s strength.

"Buzz"

Suddenly, the cool sensation from above disappeared. Ye Wuque’s body jolted, his vision darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, he was back in his physical form.

"Boom!"

He fell straight backward, lying on the wooden bed in a disheveled manner, drenched in sweat as if he had just been pulled out of a river. His eyes, which seemed naturally brilliant, were filled with joy, the corners of his mouth slightly curved upward, expressing the happiness of finally achieving the completion of his ten years of hardship. But there was something else in his expression, as if he was waiting for something.

After a long time.

"Sigh..."

The same sigh from before echoed in Ye Wuque’s mind. Upon hearing it, Ye Wuque couldn’t help but smile—a smile that hadn’t appeared in ten years.

It was a smile of comfort and relief, the kind one would have when reunited with an old friend.

"Ye, long time no see."

A youthful, melodious voice came from Ye Wuque's lips, seeming like a self-talk, yet also as if he were speaking to someone.

"Ten years of annihilation, and I finally achieved transformation. Ye Wuque, you truly... are remarkable."

After a long pause, a voice, sounding somewhat ancient yet unmistakably youthful, slowly reverberated in Ye Wuque’s mind. It seemed as though the voice’s owner was a man only a few years older than Ye Wuque.

"Buzz"

A faint golden light flashed, and Ye Wuque closed his eyes again. His mind, or rather his spiritual space, trembled slightly. That strange yet familiar feeling spread through his heart.

"I didn’t expect that after ten years of slumber, you actually succeeded in condensing the Saint Battle Law Essence, which awakened me. Heh, it seems that although you were young back then, you ultimately chose this path of annihilation."

The voice that Ye Wuque called "Empty" seemed to have just woken up from slumber. It carried a touch of laziness, but its tone of admiration was unmistakable.

"Ye, thanks again. You've been asleep for ten years, have you remembered anything about yourself?"

Ye Wuque, smiling, asked a question.

It seemed that Ye Wuque didn’t expect this question. He paused for a moment before replying with a smile, “No, although I still can’t remember who I am, the remaining spiritual power has recovered a bit, enough to keep me awake. If it weren’t for you opening the Daylight Ban of the Sun and Moon Stars Ten years ago and allowing me to reside in your spiritual space, I might have disappeared by now.”

Lying down, Ye Wuque smiled faintly, suddenly raising his right hand and pulling out an envelope from his chest.

The envelope appeared ordinary, with no writing on its surface. However, as Ye Wuque held it, his expression turned sorrowful and lonely.

“Sigh, so it’s true. It was this obsession that kept you willing to fade away for ten years, abandoning your unparalleled talent to condense the essence of the Saint’s Law, right? Was it all just to open this letter? Let me ask you, Ye Wuque, do you regret this choice?”

Seeing the letter in Ye Wuque's hand, Kong could not help but continue to ask.

“Do you know that if you hadn’t chosen to condense the essence of the Saint Law, with your qualifications, your cultivation would be much higher by now? But because of the Saint Law, you have remained at the fifth level of Body Refinement for all these years. Was it worth it?”

Kong's questions echoed in Ye Wuque’s mind. Looking at the letter in his hand, Ye Wuque smiled softly, “Worth it? Of course, it’s worth it.”

“Since I can remember, I have always been with Uncle Fu. When I was four, Uncle Fu brought me to the Murong family, left this letter and the Blood Dragon Jade, and quietly disappeared. I can’t remember anything from before I was four. All I know is that my name is Ye Wuque, but I don’t know who I am, who my parents are, or where my hometown is.”

At this point, Ye Wuque’s expression became warm and nostalgic, but he didn’t stop. These were the things he had kept buried for ten years, and he could only share them with Kong.

“In some scattered images from before I was four, I vaguely remember that although Uncle Fu wasn’t my father, he treated me like his own child. I seemed to have traveled with him to many places before eventually arriving at the Murong family. My origins, I don’t know, but I had one hope: the letter and the Blood Dragon Jade Uncle Fu left behind.”

“Kong, after Uncle Fu left, I was deeply sad. I stumbled to that place and inadvertently unlocked the Daylight Ban of the Sun and Moon Stars, where I met you. You told me that a Saint Law restriction had been placed on the letter, and no matter how high my cultivation would become in the future, I would never be able to open it without knowing the Saint Law…”

Kong fell silent for a moment.

Ye Wuque’s words were clear to him. To this young man, no level of cultivation could compare to his attachment to family. He didn’t know who he was, where he came from, or where his parents or hometown were. The only clue he had was the letter and the Blood Dragon Jade.

How similar Ye Wuque was to him!

“I have forgotten myself, and he has never known who he was. We are both searching, hoping to find our roots.”

The small house fell into silence.

After a long pause, Kong broke the silence.

“Heh... Do you know, Ye Wuque, after your ten years of self-dissolution, you have mastered the Battle Saint Law, and it will become your greatest fortune! One day, you will realize how correct your choice was! To have cultivated the Saint Law at the Body Refinement stage... Such a fate, such an opportunity…”

The voice full of admiration and joy reverberated in Ye Wuque’s mind. He was momentarily stunned, but soon recalled the duel with Murong Tian. His expression became solemn.

“Buzz!”

With a thought, the golden-red blood energy within him surged violently. Ye Wuque’s lips gradually curled into a smile.

“Now that the Battle Saint Law is complete, my blood energy has broken the shackles and returned to my body. Kong, I should be able to continue cultivating now, right?”

Ye Wuque then shared the details of his upcoming duel with Murong Tian with Kong.

“At the age of five, you reached the fifth level of Body Refinement and began refining your muscles. Over the years, you’ve been nurturing and condensing the Battle Saint Law. Your body has become much stronger. Your muscles are already refined to perfection. As for bones and marrow, it’s just a matter of time. With the Battle Saint Law’s enhancement, your path of cultivation will no longer be like ordinary people. This is a path of great fortune. As for why your blood energy has changed, it might be related to your constitution. By the way, try cultivating some Yuan Force and see what happens.”

After glancing at the letter in his hand again, Ye Wuque carefully tucked it back into his chest and, following Kong’s advice, sat cross-legged, starting to circulate the Haotian Force, which he had long mastered.

“Buzz!”

Suddenly, the Saint Law essence within him throbbed, and a powerful suction force erupted from his dantian, pulling all the Yuan Force in his body into the Saint Law essence!

“Buzz, buzz, buzz!”

Ye Wuque could faintly feel a change happening within the Saint Law essence, but at that moment, he trusted Kong. He remained focused, preserving his energy and concentrating all his attention.

“Boom!”

After a quarter of an hour, the Saint Law essence suddenly brightened. A golden light sphere erupted with dazzling brilliance, enveloping Ye Wuque completely. In that instant, Ye Wuque’s expression changed!

“Buzz!”

Familiar but unfamiliar light golden Yuan Force surged from the Saint Law essence, quickly spreading through his limbs and bones, just like before.

However, Ye Wuque knew that the Yuan Force flowing through his body was no longer the same as before!

It was vast, magnificent, and filled with overwhelming battle intent!

“Kong, what’s happening?”

Feeling the surging momentum of the golden Yuan Force, Ye Wuque could no longer hold back his question.

“Just as I thought! Condensing the Battle Saint Law essence, the first benefit is that from now on, you will no longer cultivate ordinary Yuan Force, but instead, the Saint Dao Battle Qi from the Saint Law essence!”

Kong’s voice grew excited. Before Ye Wuque could ask more, Kong continued, “The Saint Dao Battle Qi is a form of high-quality Yuan Force, ten times denser, ten times more condensed, and ten times more destructive than regular Yuan Force! This means that from now on, you can fight above your level and defeat stronger opponents!”

“Fight above my level? Defeat stronger opponents?”

Ye Wuque’s dazzling eyes grew brighter as Kong explained, feeling the golden-red blood and the Saint Dao Battle Qi in his body, his heart burning with excitement.

Smiling faintly, Ye Wuque’s calm eyes revealed an irresistible sharpness.

“Uncle Fu, I will protect the Blood Dragon Jade you left for me well; Murong Tian, you will be the first stepping stone for me to shine again!”

His low muttering sounded like thunder, yet it was full of unwavering confidence.

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Clear skies and the sun high in the sky.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

In front of the Murong family’s courtyard, seven or eight figures moved quickly. The two at the forefront were a man and a woman.

The man was tall and strong, with a hideous scar on his left cheek. It was Murong Hai. The woman was dressed in a fiery red tight silk dress, highlighting her curves. She looked captivating, but her face was full of resentment and humiliation. It was Murong Binglan.

Behind them were several strong members of the younger generation of the Murong family. Although they were walking ahead, their eyes were mostly focused on Murong Binglan’s beautiful figure, with unabashed admiration in their eyes.

“Binglan, you’re overreacting. To teach a useless person like Ye Wuque a lesson, you needed so many of us?”

“That’s right. I could suppress him with one hand.”

“Ye Wuque really doesn’t know his limits. He even dared to challenge Murong Tian. He’s practically seeking death.”

Murong Binglan didn’t respond to the voices from behind her as she walked. She only said coldly, “This time, thank you all. I will repay you all later.”

“Hey, Binglan, you don’t need to say that.”

“Anyone who dares to offend you, Binglan, offends us too.”

“Don’t fight over it. I’ll be the one to teach Ye Wuque a lesson.”

Murong Hai narrowed his eyes and glanced at Murong Binglan, a burning desire hidden in his gaze. He smiled slightly, already guessing the purpose of Murong Binglan’s trip, which was why he came along.

To teach Ye Wuque a lesson and gain some favor in front of Murong Binglan was too easy for Murong Hai.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

They stopped in front of a moderately-sized wooden house. Murong Binglan’s gaze turned cold as she stared at the small building. Murong Hai laughed heartily, stepping forward, while the younger Murong disciples behind them stopped reluctantly.

“Trash, come out! Murong Hai is bored and wants to play with you. This time, I’ll give you two hands.”

His arrogant voice rang out, and the scar on his left cheek twitched slightly. Murong Hai stood with his hands behind his back, but in his heart, he was secretly cautious. Although Ye Wuque had been crippled, Murong Hai knew that, over the past ten years, many Murong disciples had tried to bully him, but none had succeeded.

“Creak.”

The door of the wooden house opened, and a slender figure slowly stepped out. It was Ye Wuque. When Murong Hai looked closely, he suddenly felt that Ye Wuque seemed different than before.

“I was wondering which dog was barking in front of my door so early. Turns out it’s you. Heh, since a mad dog is barking, I’ll reluctantly clean up after you.” 

Before Ye Wuque even fully stepped out, his words were heard, even more arrogant than Murong Hai’s.

Upon seeing Ye Wuque step out, Murong Binglan’s eyes became sharp, her gaze like daggers aimed at him, but Ye Wuque paid her no attention.

Hearing Ye Wuque’s words, Murong Hai’s anger flickered but was quickly suppressed. He said in a deep voice, “Useless Ye Wuque, I hope your skills are half as good as your words. Otherwise, even if I give you two hands, you’ll still be trash.”

Ye Wuque slowly walked up to within ten meters of Murong Hai. His dazzling eyes shone brightly as he raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and smiled faintly, though there was an undeniable aura of overwhelming power in his smile!

“Murong Hai, do you believe that I can shatter you with just three punches?”

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 Chapter 2: One Month Later, Dare to Fight?

Ye Wuque closed his eyes slightly. Despite the anger boiling within him and the ridicule he had endured from the Murong family over the past ten years, he still held affection for the family and respected the middle-aged man he called "Uncle Changqing."

This was, after all, the place where he had grown up.

He waited silently for Murong Changqing’s decision.

“Patriarch, I humbly ask you to grant me these two requests,” Murong Tian said.

The entire martial field fell into silence. Even the elders of the Murong family refrained from speaking. Only Murong Baishi narrowed his eyes and glanced at Ye Wuque, his thoughts inscrutable.

Having stated his two requests, Murong Tian said no more. His expression was calm, yet the faint glow of the floating Moon Soul behind him revealed his confidence.

“Ye Wuque? A piece of trash who’s been useless for ten years dares lay claim to the Blood Dragon Jade? Only I, Murong Tian, am worthy of such a treasure—something that can propel a cultivator in the Washing Mortal Realm to greatness!” Murong Tian’s inner thoughts were filled with arrogance and fervor as his calm demeanor belied his intense longing for the Blood Dragon Jade, a treasure he had desired for far too long.

The Blood Dragon Jade, capable of granting cultivators in the Washing Mortal Realm an extraordinary fortune, was a relic left behind for Ye Wuque. It was not originally a possession of the Murong family. Murong Changqing had planned to return it to Ye Wuque once he reached the Washing Mortal Realm. However, Ye Wuque’s unexpected downfall had complicated matters.

“So that’s it. Tian’er is after the Blood Dragon Jade. No wonder he made a bet with me before entering seclusion; he was already confident he could condense the Moon Soul. Sigh, if only this jade belonged to the Murong family…”

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Normally decisive, Murong Changqing now hesitated. After a brief moment, he stood up from his stone seat, his gaze passing over Murong Tian and landing on Ye Wuque. His expression was complex and unreadable.

“As for your engagement to Binglan,” Murong Changqing began, “Wuque had already asked me in private to annul it. The engagement was always meant as a joke. Therefore, I now officially declare that the engagement between Ye Wuque and Murong Binglan is null and void. From this day forward, it will never be mentioned again.”

His voice was steady, and while the announcement did not surprise the crowd, only Murong Binglan’s reaction stood out. Her delicate frame trembled, her teeth nearly biting through her crimson lips. While her eyes flashed briefly with relief, they soon filled with humiliation and resentment toward Ye Wuque, void of any joy.

“As for the Blood Dragon Jade you requested, Tian’er…”

Murong Changqing suddenly paused, causing even the composed Murong Tian to grow tense. His eyes were fixed on Murong Changqing, his longing nearing its peak.

The Murong disciples in the martial field were also riveted, their attention entirely on Murong Changqing. While the jade’s specific effects were not widely known, its association with Ye Wuque was. Now that Murong Tian had voiced his claim, everyone was anxious to see how the patriarch would decide.

Despite the weight of the moment, Murong Changqing remained composed, his aged eyes unwavering as he spoke again.

“Tian’er, you condensed the Moon Soul and stepped into the Washing Mortal Realm at just seventeen—a remarkable achievement and a great pride of the Murong family. Before you entered seclusion, I promised you two requests should you succeed, and you have not disappointed me. I will honor my word.”

At these words, Ye Wuque’s relaxed hands slowly clenched, his fingers turning white from the force. A flood of indescribable emotions surged within him, and faint golden light flickered in his closed eyes.

Murong Tian, meanwhile, could barely contain his excitement, his longing for the Blood Dragon Jade finally within reach. Yet sitting beside Murong Changqing, the elder Murong Baishi showed a trace of doubt on his weathered face.

Murong Changqing, observing Ye Wuque’s reaction, noted the boy’s rising negative emotions. Smiling faintly to himself, he thought, “This brat still knows how to get angry after all.”

Just as the atmosphere brimmed with pity, disdain, and mockery toward Ye Wuque, Murong Changqing’s firm voice shattered the silence.

“However, Tian’er, I’m afraid the Blood Dragon Jade does not belong to the Murong family. It is not ours to give. I merely kept it in safekeeping. Its true owner is Wuque, and only he has the right to decide its fate. So, it’s not that I refuse your request—I simply cannot grant it.”

A wave of relief surged through Ye Wuque. The despair weighing on him lifted, and he exhaled deeply. Lowering his head briefly, he raised it again, his dazzling eyes now filled with warmth and a genuine smile.

Murong Changqing’s sudden change in stance left the Murong disciples stunned, their disbelief palpable. To them, it was inconceivable that the patriarch would reject the family’s brightest talent for the sake of someone they deemed worthless.

Ye Wuque stood motionless in the center of the martial arena, his expression calm and his eyes slightly narrowed. Despite the storm brewing within him, he neither spoke nor showed any trace of anger. Instead, he gazed at Murong Tian with a faint smile.

"Family Head, you rejected my request for the sake of this useless Ye Wuque. I, Murong Tian, will not accept this!"   

Murong Tian, who had been confident of his success, now wore a stern expression. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice carried a trace of anger. Behind him, the newly formed Soul Moon flickered violently, reflecting his inner unrest.  

The ever-composed Murong Baishi, seated nearby, noticed that Murong Changqing had denied his grandson's request. His withered face twitched slightly, and he suddenly spoke.  

"Tian'er! Mind your manners!"  

He then stood up and addressed Murong Changqing with a faint smile.  

"Family Head, Tian'er is not yet eighteen and may lack propriety in his words. I hope you'll forgive him."  

"Haha, you exaggerate, Third Elder. Tian'er is the Murong family's genius, and a genius will naturally have extraordinary qualities. How could I mind such things?"  

Following Murong Baishi's lead, Murong Changqing chuckled leisurely.  

Seeing this, Murong Baishi seemed unbothered. He glanced at his beloved grandson, whose earlier anger had vanished entirely, replaced with his usual indifference.  

Satisfied, Murong Baishi's gaze briefly swept past Ye Wuque, a flicker of coldness in his eyes, before he turned back to Murong Changqing.  

"Family Head, the Blood Dragon Jade is of great significance. Since Wuque is currently unable to cultivate, waiting until he turns eighteen to return it to him may not be in his best interest."  

"So, Murong Baishi and Murong Tian have long coveted the Blood Dragon Jade."  

Ye Wuque's face remained expressionless as this thought stirred in his mind while he observed Murong Baishi.  

Seeing Murong Changqing silent, Murong Baishi pressed on.  

"Family Head, I have always believed that without corresponding strength, one does not deserve to possess certain things. Wuque is currently only at the fifth level of Body Refining. Giving him the Blood Dragon Jade would not be a blessing but a curse. It might even lead to a fatal disaster!"  

A chilling atmosphere spread as Murong Baishi spoke, causing Murong Changqing's expression to change.  

"The Third Elder is right. It's better to hand the Blood Dragon Jade to Tian'er."  

"Indeed, even if the jade is given to Ye Wuque, he won't be able to keep it."  

"The world is perilous, and human hearts are treacherous. I, too, believe that this jade should go to Tian'er."  

Finally, the Murong family elders seated on their stone thrones began to voice their opinions.  

"Enough! As the Family Head, I decree that the Blood Dragon Jade belongs to Ye Wuque. No one is to bring this matter up again!"  

Murong Changqing's face hardened as he issued the stern command.  

Murong Baishi's old face twitched slightly at these words. Suppressing his inner anger, he shot a deep look at Murong Tian.  

The grandfather and grandson exchanged glances, and in that instant, Murong Tian felt as though a bolt of lightning had struck his heart.  

Under Ye Wuque's calm gaze, Murong Tian abruptly turned. His indifferent eyes fell upon him. Ye Wuque met his gaze steadily, his tranquil expression unwavering.  

"Ye Wuque, so what if the Blood Dragon Jade is yours? With your current self, how will you claim it? By relying on the Family Head's favor? Even if you get it, so what? How will you protect it? Do you... have that ability?"  

"Fifth level of Body Refining? Heh. In my eyes, that level of cultivation isn't even worthy to polish my shoes! Ye Wuque, I, Murong Tian, have the power to guard the Blood Dragon Jade! Do you have that power?"  

"If you do, why not prove it to everyone here?"  

The icy words spilled from Murong Tian's lips, resonating throughout the martial training grounds and reaching Ye Wuque's ears.  

"Exactly! Trash Wuque has no qualifications to own the Blood Dragon Jade!"  

"Murong Tian is the real genius of the Murong family!"  

"If the Murong family is to rise to glory, it depends on Murong Tian. Trash Wuque is just a hindrance to him!"  

"Trash Wuque truly doesn't know his place!"  

Whispers and murmurs rose endlessly as the Murong family disciples couldn't help but voice their opinions.  

Seeing this, Murong Baishi smirked inwardly, and Murong Tian's lips curled slightly.  

Murong Changqing's face shifted subtly. He fully understood Murong Tian's intent—provocation!  

Murong Tian was provoking Ye Wuque. That phrase, "Prove it to everyone," made it clear.  

Wasn't it an attempt to goad Ye Wuque into a battle?  

"Damn kid, keep your cool!"

Murong Changqing could no longer intervene. Though he cared deeply for Ye Wuque, his position as the family head took precedence, and Murong Tian represented the future of the Murong family.

"Hmph! Ye Wuque, if you endure this, you’ll be scorned by everyone here. But if you take my bait, I’ll show you what despair truly means!"

Murong Tian’s gaze locked onto Ye Wuque, waiting to see his choice.

Amid the penetrating gazes and Murong Tian’s piercing words, Ye Wuque suddenly chuckled softly.

The young man’s handsome face was filled with a smile, but hidden within was a sharpness, like a blade long concealed, now beginning to shine.

Ye Wuque slowly raised his hands, his gaze turning profound. His fingers curled into fists as he murmured to himself, "So what if it’s a provocation? In the end, what’s mine must be defended by me!"

His black hair fluttered in the wind. At the moment his fists clenched tightly, a majestic and overwhelming aura burst forth from him. It wasn’t the fluctuation of cultivation but a powerful force born from his unyielding will and spirit!

"Hahahaha... Murong Tian! If that’s the case, then as you wish. One month from now, do you dare to fight me? If I lose, I’ll hand over the Blood Dragon Jade. But if I win, every time you see me, you’ll have to step aside and make way!"

The rebellious words from this youth, silent for the past ten years, erupted like a sword drawn from its sheath, revealing its unparalleled sharpness once again.

Ye Wuque’s declaration swept across the training ground like a storm. The Murong disciples could scarcely believe their ears and instinctively rubbed them.

Shock, disbelief, and astonishment were etched on every face.

"Did I hear that right? The trash Ye Wuque challenged Murong Tian?"

"A fight in one month? Has he gone mad?"

"Tsk tsk! I kind of admire his courage now!"

Murong Hai’s expression flickered before breaking into a sneer. Murong Binglan’s exquisite face turned frosty as she silently made a decision in her heart.

Even Murong Tian was momentarily stunned by Ye Wuque’s words. He had assumed that Ye Wuque would either swallow his anger or turn and leave. Never had he expected this youth to issue a direct challenge.

"One month from now... do you dare to fight?"

"Good! Ye Wuque, it seems you still have some backbone. Since you’ve spoken, I’ll grant you this wish. One month from now, at this very place, I, Murong Tian, will fight you!"

Although the situation had unfolded unexpectedly, it exceeded Murong Tian’s expectations.

"Ye Wuque, you’ve chosen your own death. You can’t blame me for what happens. The Blood Dragon Jade will be mine!"

"Uncle Changqing, I ask that you bear witness to this. I, Wuque, am deeply grateful. I’ll take my leave now."

The calm, composed youth cupped his hands toward Murong Changqing, whose face was filled with complexity, and then turned to leave. His departing figure was both familiar and unfamiliar—rebellious and unyielding!

"Buzz—" 

As Ye Wuque vanished from the training ground, his face turned crimson, and his body radiated an intense heat. At this moment, he could barely suppress the earth-shattering transformation surging within him!

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Chapter 1: Ten Years of Silence – Ye Wuque!

"Bang!" "Buzz!"

The fluctuation of spiritual power spread as the sound of two fists colliding rang out, causing flying shards of stone. Ye Wuque was struck in the chest by a punch, his figure retreating three steps before finally stopping.

Though he appeared to be a boy around fourteen or fifteen years old, with fair skin, Ye Wuque had a handsome appearance, particularly his eyes, which seemed naturally brilliant, adding a strange charm to his youthful face.

However, at this moment, Ye Wuque looked slightly disheveled. His black hair fluttered as his martial robe hung loosely on his shoulders. He didn’t look at the opponent who had defeated him in three moves on the stage. Instead, he closed his eyes, expressionless, seemingly immersed in his own world.

"Ye Wuque, eliminated! Murong Hai, victory, enters the next round!"

With the voice echoing from behind the vast martial stage, Murong Hai, standing on the stage, jumped down. He had a scarred face and a burly figure, eighteen years old.

With a proud expression, Murong Hai glanced at Ye Wuque, whose eyes were still closed, and his delight and disdain were unconcealed. As he passed by Ye Wuque, he suddenly let out a light laugh.

"Ye Wuque, I actually kind of admire you. It's been ten years, have you ever counted how many times you've lost? Oh right, I forgot, someone like you probably has long forgotten what victory feels like. Heh, you're really just... trash."

"How unlucky! Ye Wuque was actually paired with Murong Hai in the first match!"

"Three moves and Ye Wuque is defeated. Tsk tsk, so weak!"

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"Sigh, Ye Wuque has never won a single battle in ten years, yet he keeps fighting again and again. Ten years! What a freak!"

Around the left side of the vast martial field, a group of eleven- and twelve-year-old boys and girls, dressed in neatly tailored light blue martial robes, were chattering excitedly. Every young face sparkled with brilliance and vitality, like the early morning sun just rising.

Ye Wuque, with his eyes closed, seemed to have long gotten used to this, but what no one knew was that, at this very moment, an earth-shaking change was occurring within his body!

This change, even with Ye Wuque’s will, which had been tempered over ten years, caused him to tremble slightly. His heart was raging like a tide, and the sensation from deep within his soul became more intense, almost making him want to cry out to the heavens!

"Heaven does not disappoint the persistent! After ten years of silence, today my wish has been fulfilled. Have I finally succeeded?"

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"Haha, Binglan, I’m ahead of you. Don’t fall behind."

With a bright smile, Murong Hai arrived at the stone benches where dozens of young elites were seated on the right side of the martial field. He smiled at a young girl sitting at the front.

As soon as he arrived, many eyes, filled with battle intent and intense heat, gathered on him. Strong spiritual fluctuations swept the area, all emanating from the young elites of the Murong family seated there.

"Murong Hai, are you really that happy to defeat Ye Wuque, that trash? Your strength has indeed grown rapidly, breaking through to the Eighth Stage of Body Refining, but compared to Brother Tian, you’re still far behind."

A slightly cold voice, belonging to the girl Murong Hai had called Binglan, rang out. Although she was seated on a stone bench, her long legs were crossed in an alluring arc. She wore a form-fitting red silk dress with floral embroidery on her chest. Her small, slender waist was upright, and her sharp chin framed beautiful phoenix eyes. Her nose was delicate, and her lips were red—she was an extremely stunning beauty.

Murong Hai froze when he heard Binglan's words, a flash of jealousy and apprehension crossing his eyes. He chuckled but said no more, walking to his stone bench and sitting down with his eyes closed.

The young elites sitting behind Murong Binglan all showed expressions of envy and admiration upon hearing the name "Brother Tian."

"Next match: Murong Binglan versus Murong Jie."

At the same time, a deep voice, filled with authority, echoed from behind the martial field. As soon as the voice sounded, the entire martial arena fell into silence. This voice belonged to Murong Changqing, the head of the Murong family.

"Swish swish!"

Two figures immediately leaped from the stone benches, rushing toward the martial stage. A gust of fragrant wind passed, and Murong Binglan stood gracefully in the middle of the fifty-zhang-wide martial field. Standing across from her was a young boy with an average appearance. His gaze swept over Murong Binglan's face, a flicker of infatuation and love crossing his eyes.

Murong Binglan, one of the Murong family's two beauties!

She had extraordinary talent, stunning looks, and an icy aura that drew the admiration of countless Murong disciples. Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Murong Jie felt a little nervous and uneasy. Meanwhile, Ye Wuque, who had previously kept his eyes closed, now opened them. His formidable will, honed over ten years, helped him control his emotions. His eyes remained calm as he looked at the two standing on the stage. He then walked off the martial field, though Murong Binglan's gaze swept over him, carrying a deep sense of humiliation and disgust.

"Begin."

"Boom!" "Bang!"

Murong Binglan and Murong Jie immediately erupted into battle.

As Ye Wuque walked down from the martial stage, his heart was still stirred, but he slowly made his way to the back of the martial field, where ten figures sat. He bowed his hands toward one of them.

"Uncle Changqing, I’m going back to cultivate now."  

The boy’s voice was clear and melodious, as if his recent defeat hadn't left any shadow over him.

"Hmm, Wuque, you can go ahead." 

Murong Changqing’s gaze carried a complex emotion. The young man standing there, bowing his hands, had been so incredibly talented ten years ago.

Although Ye Wuque was not from the Murong family, eleven years ago, someone had entrusted him to the Murong family at the age of four and left behind something important. Since then, Murong Changqing had never treated Ye Wuque as an outsider. He had also noticed Ye Wuque’s monstrous talent in cultivation!

At the age of four, he began practicing Murong family’s middle-grade secret technique, *Haotian Fist*, and by the age of five, he had already reached the Fifth Stage of Body Refining. That year, he defeated a peerless genius from one of the Five Super Sect of the Northern Sky Domain, the Qingming Divine Palace.

This news stirred up a storm!

At five years old, the Fifth Stage of Body Refining—what does that even mean?

When a practitioner begins their journey, the first major realm is the Body Refining realm, which is divided into ten stages, focusing on tempering the body, refining blood, and reaching the levels of "skin, muscle, tendon, bone, marrow."

Usually, a person would break through to the First Stage of Body Refining at around ten years old and be called a genius. If they broke through to the Third Stage of Body Refining at ten years old, they would be considered an extraordinary genius, rarely seen in a hundred years.

This level of genius was something that Murong Changqing’s family had only seen once in generations, and that was Murong Tian, who was currently in the Murong family’s forbidden grounds, preparing for his final breakthrough.

The cultivator embarks on their cultivation journey, and the first major realm they encounter is the Body Refining Realm, which is divided into ten stages. It involves tempering the body and refining the qi and blood, corresponding to the "skin, flesh, muscles, bones, and marrow."

Ordinarily, a person breaks through the first level of Body Refining at the age of ten, achieving the Small Success of the Skin Refining Realm, which is considered a sign of talent. If they break through to the third level of Body Refining, reaching the Small Success of the Flesh Refining Realm by ten, they are regarded as a once-in-a-century genius.

Such a genius is rare even in the top three families of Longguang City, one of the largest cities in the Eastern Territory of the Northern Heaven Domain. It is said that only one such genius emerged in the Murong family over several generations, and that person is Murong Tian, who is now entering the Murong family's forbidden area to cultivate and is about to exit.

Murong Tian, who broke through to the third level of Body Refining at the age of ten, was hailed as a once-in-a-century talent.

But what about Ye Wuqie, who broke through to the fifth level of Body Refining, achieving Small Success in Muscle Refining at the age of just five, before his qi and blood had even fully formed?

Murong Changqing originally thought that the Murong family had been blessed, with two such talents appearing in this generation. However, after Ye Wuqie defeated a genius from the Qingming Divine Palace at the age of five, he remained stuck at the fifth level of Body Refining for ten years, with no progress.

For ten years, Ye Wuqie stayed at the fifth level of Body Refining, the stage he had reached at the age of five when he was considered a genius.

Murong Changqing tried countless ways to figure out the reason but found only one answer.

"His qi and blood have inexplicably dried up and no longer suit cultivation."

It was a case of "Heaven's jealousy of talent."

After Murong Changqing had no choice but to give up, Ye Wuqie chose to continue cultivating. He seemed completely unaffected and kept persevering.

However, to outsiders, Ye Wuqie had fallen into a deep abyss, desperately trying to restore his lost genius.

They believed Ye Wuqie had gone mad.

"Wasted Wuqie" became his new nickname.

Just as Ye Wuqie was about to leave the martial stage, a sudden wave of energy surged toward him rapidly!

"Whoosh!"

The overwhelming power surrounded the newcomer, a tall figure who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. His skin, flesh, muscles, bones, and marrow had all been completely refined, and his qi and blood had already merged seamlessly with his martial energy, emitting a vast power.

Ye Wuqie could clearly see a faint silver crescent moon floating behind him, slightly unstable but radiating a strong aura.

As the white energy slowly dispersed, the person, dressed in white martial robes, appeared before them with a commanding presence. His black hair was neatly tied, and he was immaculate, handsome, and exuded a striking appearance.

"Oh my! It's Murong Tian! Murong Tian has emerged from seclusion!"

"His aura? Did he really break through to the Body Refining Realm?"

"Hiss! Is that... the Soul Moon?"

"At this age, with such cultivation, he truly is the top of his generation in the Murong family!"

The entire martial stage erupted in a buzz, with countless shocked voices. The young disciples, who were of the same age as Murong Tian, appeared bitter and helpless. The once arrogant Murong Hai was now silent.

At this moment, all eyes were on Murong Tian; he was the center of attention.

The two people who had been fighting on the martial stage also stopped. Murong Binglan’s beautiful eyes were fixed on Murong Tian, flashing with excitement.

"Haha! The heavens bless the Murong family! Tian'er, you have finally condensed the Soul Moon and reached the first stage of Refining the Mortal Soul at the age of seventeen! Great! Wonderful!"

At this moment, an elder sitting beside Murong Changqing stood up with a loud laugh, his ordinary appearance and a somewhat ominous aura contrasting with his joy.

Murong Bai Shi, the third elder of the Murong family, and also Murong Tian's grandfather.

"Murong Tian, I pay respects to the family head and the elders."

Murong Tian spoke calmly, his face indifferent, but his tone carried a hint of innate arrogance.

"Tian'er, no need for such formalities. You have successfully condensed the Soul Moon and reached the Refining the Mortal Soul stage at seventeen. This is one of the top three accomplishments in the history of the Murong family over the past two hundred years."

Murong Changqing also expressed his happiness, knowing that Murong Tian's excellence would make the Murong family even more formidable in the future.

"Indeed! Tian'er is a once-in-a-century genius!"

"I've lived sixty years, and never seen a talent like Tian'er."

"Reward him! Family head, Tian'er deserves a reward!"

Murong Bai Shi beamed with pride, clearly elated that his grandson was such an outstanding genius.

Ye Wuqie stood behind Murong Tian, still not leaving, his gaze sweeping over the faint silver crescent moon, his mind racing with thoughts.

"So this is the symbol of the Refining the Mortal Soul stage, the Soul Moon? Truly remarkable."

Suppressing his thoughts, Ye Wuqie sensed the monumental changes within his body. He was about to leave, as he had something extremely important to confirm.

This was the result of his ten years of hardship... and now, at last, he would be rewarded.

"Family head, Murong Tian has a request."

Murong Tian spoke again, his tone still calm. As soon as his words fell, Murong Binglan, who was standing nearby, seemed to have had a realization, her eyes lighting up with joy. She turned to glance at Ye Wuqie, her expression full of disdain and relief.

"Oh? Heh, I promised you that as long as you broke through to the Refining the Mortal Soul stage, I would grant you two requests. Now that you’ve achieved that, Tian'er, you may speak your mind."

Murong Changqing laughed, seemingly knowing what Murong Tian would ask.

Murong Tian suddenly turned his gaze to Ye Wuqie, his eyes cold and indifferent, as though a giant dragon was looking down on an insignificant insect.

"My first request is that I ask the family head to revoke the engagement between Binglan and Ye Wuqie, for he... is unworthy."

These words shocked everyone present.

"Hiss..."

Several Murong disciples gasped, some surprised, others understanding.

"Whoosh." 

With a burst of fragrant wind, Murong Binglan fluttered down from the martial stage like a fiery red butterfly, standing beside Murong Tian, raising her chin and coldly saying, "Father, Binglan does not wish to marry Ye Wuqie. Please revoke the engagement. I cannot marry a waste!"

Her cold voice echoed across the arena, reaching the ears of Murong Changqing and the five great elders, as well as every Murong disciple present.

At the same time, Ye Wuqie, who had heard the words of Murong Tian and Murong Binglan, paused in his steps. The Murong disciples, seeing this, instantly began to imagine the sadness and unwillingness Ye Wuqie might be feeling. Many looked at him with pity and sympathy, while others were eager to watch the drama unfold.

Indeed, Ye Wuqie quickly turned around.

But instead of a twisted expression, he smiled... a relaxed smile?

With a cheerful expression, Ye Wuqie cupped his fists and said loudly, "Uncle Changqing, as for the marriage, I already refused it long ago. Since today has come, you can withdraw the decree. I am deeply grateful."

"Eh?" 

A wave of surprised exclamations arose. The Murong disciples had imagined various scenarios of sadness, unwillingness, madness, and humiliation, but none of them had expected Ye Wuqie to respond in this way. It seemed he was genuinely... happy?

Hearing Ye Wuqie's response, Murong Binglan nearly staggered, a deep sense of humiliation flooding her heart.

Murong Tian raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Ye Wuqie's reaction. But being a schemer, he kept his expression impassive, waiting for Murong Changqing's response.

"My second request is that I ask the family head to give me the Blood Dragon Jade. Ye Wuqie is not worthy of possessing it."

The words echoed in Ye Wuqie's ears, and his smile slowly faded, his eyes becoming cold with an icy chill!

The Blood Dragon Jade, the only thing left to him by Fu Bo, aside from the sealed letter, had been kept by Murong Changqing. It held the deepest feelings of longing and attachment for Ye Wuqie over the past eleven years. It was something he had always yearned for and was entirely unrelated to the Murong family.

In other words, it had always belonged to Ye Wuqie.

And now, Murong Tian wanted to take it from him! 

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“It is with the flesh dominates the world, fists burst into the starry sky, palms crack the sky, destroy all the way, push the eight wastes and Liuhe horizontally!”

“It is with a brave heart, passing by the bustling, swallowing loneliness, fearless and invincible, eternal immobility alone!”

For both, for… God of War!

This is a young man with a mysterious life experience. In order to obsessively in his heart, he crossed the heavens and the world, traveled all over the world, with a pair of bare-handed stories that tear thousands of legends… The rise of the God of War, all the way!

Details

Short Title : ROWG

Alternate Title : 战神狂飙

Status : Ongoing

Author : A thought is overwhelming

Genre : Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Martial Arts, Xuanhuan

Translator:        ZhansanTranslations

Tags : Adapted to Manga, Amnesia, Beautiful Female Lead, beautiful heroine, Bloodlines, Cultivation, Handsome Male Lead, Male Protagonist, Mysterious Family Background, Mysterious Past, System, Weak to Strong,

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