Chapter One: Qin Xuan

  The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. On the top of a hundred-meter-high mountain, a black shadow stands quietly, with its back to the moonlight. From a distance, it looks like a lone wolf, giving people a sense of "no trespassing".

  As he got closer, it turned out to be a boy about seventeen years old, wearing a black tight-fitting suit, with long hair tied back behind his head, gently swaying in the night wind, looking very capable. His face was knife-sharp, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, although not handsome, but still quite pleasing to look at.

  *sigh*...

  He let out a soft sigh, the young man looked up at the night sky, through the moonlight it was clear that there was a hint of inexplicable desolation in his eyes, and his body emitted a sense of loneliness.

  "It's been eight years." He muttered softly to himself, a hint of bewilderment in the young man's eyes, as if he didn't exist in this world at all, with a thick bitter smile on his lips.

  The young man indeed did not belong to this world, precisely speaking, his soul did not belong to this world. The young man's name was Qin Xuan, and originally he was born on a beautiful planet called Earth, but unfortunately, in an unexpected turn of events, he died while playing a computer game.

  Qin Xuan still vaguely remembered that day when he got off work, as usual, opened his laptop and started playing games to relax. But who would have thought that halfway through the game, his computer suddenly exploded, and all he heard was a loud bang before everything went black. When he came to, he found himself in this strange new world.

  Fortunately, his name in this life has not changed. After several years of observation and learning, he finally knows that the world he is in is called Shenxuan Continent, a land where the strong prey on the weak and the strong are respected!

  Here is the translation:

  As long as your fist is big enough, you can do whatever you like. Strength is the only truth; everything else is nonsense!

  "Is it strength?" Clenching his fists, Qin Xuan felt a sense of powerlessness rising in his heart, and his face was filled with helplessness. Half a year ago, he might have been able to confidently raise his fist, but now...

  It seemed that he had thought of something, Qin Xuan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, his eyes spewed sparks, his chest violently heaved, his fingernails deeply dug into the flesh of his palm, a thread of blood trickled down from his palm, and in this dark night, it was extremely eye-catching.

  "Xuān er." Just as the young man was immersed in his anger, a low sigh came from behind him. Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing brocade robes appeared standing behind him, seemingly out of nowhere.

  The middle-aged man who suddenly appeared looked a bit like Qin Xuan, and his whole body naturally emitted an aura of superiority, with a thick atmosphere flowing through him, giving people a very heavy feeling.

  Turning his head, after seeing clearly who it was, the young man couldn't help but pause for a moment, then hastily bowed his head and said, "Father."

  At this, Qin Yun Tian couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart. He looked at the youth with eyes full of affection and asked after a long while, "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about that matter?"

  "Mm." He nodded, the young man's face had already become extremely calm, just like a clear spring, no longer showing any of his previous anger.

  However, the more it was so, the heavier Qin Yun Tian's mood became, and for a time he fell into silence. After a long while, he suddenly let out a sigh, with a hint of self-reproach on his face, "This is all Father's fault, if only I had..."

  "Father, this is not your fault." Before Qin Yun Tian could finish speaking, the young man hastily interrupted him. If it weren't for his father sacrificing himself to save him back then, he would probably have died long ago.

  As he read to this point, Qin Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and his heart warmed up. In his previous life, he was an orphan and had never experienced such family affection. The expression on his face gradually softened, and seeing his father seemed to want to say something else, he quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, Father, you haven't told me what brought you here to find me yet."

  At this, Qin Yun Tian couldn't help but secretly sigh with a bitter smile. He immediately turned serious and looked up at the starry night sky, his voice heavy as he asked, "You should know what day tomorrow is, right?"

  "I know." The young man slightly hesitated, then nodded, "The day after tomorrow is the clan's grand assembly."

  The Zongfu Conference, the most grand gathering of the entire Qin family, where not only the four major masters of the family will gather together, but also some old guys from the Qin family who have been in seclusion for cultivation will appear. However, this conference is held once a year, why did Father suddenly mention it to me?

  Looking at the young man's puzzled expression, Qin Yun Tian seemed to have expected it all along, and smiled lightly. However, the solemnity on his face did not decrease in the slightest, but instead became even more serious as he said, "This year's clan meeting is different from previous years."

  "Is it different?"

  "That's right." Qin Yun Tian nodded, "The old ancestor summoned me just now. This year's clan meeting will not only be presided over by the old ancestor himself, but also heard that a heavy treasure will be brought out as a reward."

  Upon hearing this, Qin Xuan's face involuntarily froze for a moment, but he became even more perplexed. The old ancestor his father mentioned was naturally someone he knew, the one who had single-handedly established the entire Qin family and whose strength had reached the realm of condensed spirit long ago, being revered by all Qin descendants as a divine existence.

  But this ancestor is usually a dragon that appears and disappears, Qin Xuan has not seen him in eight years, and the two have no intersection. What does his father mean by saying this now?

  "Xuan Er." Seeing this, Qin Yun Tian smiled and explained, "The key is not the old ancestor, but that precious treasure."

  "Treasure?"

  "Exactly!" Qin Yun Tian nodded heavily, his dark eyes flashing with dazzling light, and his voice finally couldn't help but reveal a hint of excitement. "The four great masters, my ancestors trusted me the most, and he also revealed some information to me. This heavy treasure was obtained by him during his training years ago. With it, not only can cultivation be twice as effective, but more importantly, it can reshape meridians!"

  Heavily, re-mold the meridians!

  For a moment, Qin Xuan was as if struck by lightning, standing there dazed, his mouth slightly open. Qin Yun Tian didn't go to disturb him either, he knew how important this news was for his son, and even he himself had been excited for a long time when his old ancestor told him.

  It took Qin Xuan half a minute to regain his composure, and his face still looked incredulous. He took two deep breaths of the cold air before slowly calming down. "Father, is this treasure left for the first place winner among the young generation in this trial?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Does Father think I have a chance?" Qin Xuan asked, his mouth corners filled with bitter smiles and self-mockery. It wasn't that he lacked confidence in his own abilities, but reality was often cruel.

  Half a year ago, he was still in his peak period and although his strength was not bad, it was still far from the first person of the younger generation. Now, his own strength has not only failed to make any progress, but has actually regressed a lot, and his meridians have been crippled by someone for more than seven layers.

  Seven layers! If it weren't for this body's extremely strong physique, I'm afraid I would have become a useless person long ago!

  I didn't even have a chance!

  Qin Yun Tian's originally excited expression instantly froze, especially when he saw the youth's bitter smile at the corner of his mouth. His heart felt a pang of pain and he sighed silently. Qin Yun Tian looked at the youth with eyes full of doting love and said in a gentle yet firm tone, "Don't worry, even if I lose my position as the master of this estate and lose all my cultivation, I will definitely help you obtain this treasure!"

  "Father!" Qin Xuan's face was full of surprise, but his eyes felt like they were about to burst out, very astringent and painful.

  With a wave of his hand, Qin Yun Tian smiled softly and didn't dwell on the topic anymore. Qin Xuan also tacitly avoided mentioning it again. The father and son chatted for a while longer before Qin Xuan sent his father off.

  Looking at the night sky gradually covered by dark clouds, the smile on the boy's mouth slowly solidified, his face expressionless, and he whispered softly, "Meridians, meridians."

  Half a year ago, on a night, Qin Xuan suffered an unexplained attack. If it wasn't for his father, Qin Yun Tian, appearing in time to save him, he would have probably died already. Despite this, all the meridians in his body were still crippled seven layers deep.

  The meridians are the foundation of human beings, just like a big tree needs roots. The tree relies on its roots to absorb nutrients from the soil, and if the tree loses its roots, it will wither and die. Similarly, if a person loses their meridians, they will suffer dire consequences: at best, their spiritual practice will be completely ruined and they will be unable to cultivate for the rest of their life; at worst, they will lose their life and be buried underground.

  Fortunately, Qin Xuan still had three layers of meridians that were intact. Although his cultivation had regressed, he could still cultivate, but the progress was extremely slow compared to before. One was light speed and the other was turtle speed.

  "No matter who you are, one day I will definitely dig you out and crush your bones to ashes!" Qin Xuan's fists were clenched tightly, his heart roaring with fury, his eyes emitting a dazzling light that made people tremble with fear, not daring to look directly at him. His body was also emitting a cold aura, as if he had come from the Nine Hells of Purgatory, causing the temperature around him to drop by several degrees.

  However, Qin Xuan also understood that with his current strength and physical condition, let alone catching the person, even if the person was standing in front of him now, he would probably be powerless. And his only hope was this family gathering, the heavy treasure of the old ancestors of the Qin family!

  "Treasures for repairing meridians!"

  The young man's eyes gleamed with an unquenchable thirst, and his heart rose with infinite longing. He was determined to obtain this precious treasure, especially after recalling his father's words earlier. Qin Xuan's thoughts became even more resolute, not just for himself, but also for his own father!

  In the past six months, due to his own reasons, Father has not been treated with much respect, especially in front of the other three masters, and he can't even lift his head. Although Father doesn't say anything, I've seen it all myself.

  So he also made an effort and tried to repair the meridians, but in the end, there was no result at all!

  This is the only hope!

  Missed, will never have again!

  It's just that half a year ago, the first person of the younger generation of the Qin family had already reached the cultivation level of Lian Ti Ninth Layer. Now, he might have already broken through and become a strong Qi Hai Jing. As for himself, in this half year, he has regressed to Lian Ti Third Layer, and the two are fundamentally not on the same level.

  The opportunity is extremely slim.

  "I'm Qin Xuan, I will never admit defeat!"

  The young man's face was firm and resolute, as if even if the road ahead was treacherous and perilous, he would still step forward without hesitation or wavering!

  At this moment, a severe pain suddenly struck the boy's chest, as if someone was trying to tear his chest in two from the middle.

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