The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1 The Ungrateful Ling Monkey

Chapter 1 The Ungrateful Ling Monkey

In the middle of the night, in Tianyan City, in a remote courtyard of the Ling family.

A boy in black stood in front of an old tree, punching the tree trunk tirelessly.

This young man's name is Ling Hantian, he is the eldest son of the Ling family, and he broke through to the third level of body training three years ago, setting a new record in Tianyan City's cultivation in one fell swoop.

But in one night, all of his strange cultivation bases were lost, and he became a waste of the first level of body refining.

"I, Ling Hantian, am by no means a waste, I can definitely start all over again, and I can definitely break through to the second level of body training!"

Ling Hantian gritted his steel teeth, veins popped out of his neck, and his expression looked a little ferocious.

He never gave up and kept trying.

But no matter how much he cultivated, his body could no longer generate true energy.

If you can't derive true essence, you won't be able to step into the second level of body training, and you will always be just a waste.

"Bang bang bang..."

Ling Hantian exhausted his last strength, sat down on the ground, took out a jade bottle from his arms, poured out a green liquid and smeared it on his fist.

In the early stage of martial arts training, a warrior's physique is not strong, and he is easily injured. If the injury is not treated in time, it will leave hidden wounds in the body, and over time, it may cause disability or even death.

The green liquid was called Baicaoye, it was a holy medicine for healing, and it was secretly prescribed to him by his father.

"Father, don't worry, I will definitely not let you down, I will definitely be able to break through to the second level of body training!"

Ling Hantian gritted his steel teeth and shouted, his eyes were like torches, as if making a burning oath.

Whoosh!
There was a sound of breaking wind, and Ling Hantian saw a black shadow rushing into his room.

"who?!"

Ling Hantian jumped up from the ground, his legs suddenly exerted force, and rushed towards the room like sharp arrows!
As soon as he rushed into the room, he saw a masked man in black stealing his mother's spiritual seat.

"Thief, how dare you!" Ling Hantian immediately became angry.

The spiritual seat is the sustenance for future generations to remember their ancestors, which is sacred and inviolable.

Stealing a spiritual bit is no different from being dug up.

The man in black turned a deaf ear, picked up the spirit seat and ran away!
"Thief, don't run away, give me back my mother's spiritual seat!"

Ling Hantian chased after him like an angry bull.

The speed of the man in black was neither fast nor slow, just keeping a certain distance from Ling Hantian.

After chasing and fleeing, they came to the back mountain of the Ling family.

"Hey, Ling Hantian, is this dead man's card really that important to you?" the man in black stared at Ling Hantian playfully and asked.

These words completely enraged Ling Hantian, he roared angrily, and punched the man in black with his fist.

The man in black snorted coldly, and also punched him.

boom!
The man in black trembled and retreated three meters to stabilize his figure.

"A waste, the strength is so tyrannical?!" The eyes of the man in black were filled with astonishment.

He was at the early stage of the second level of body refining, and he had true energy in his body, but he was knocked back by Ling Hantian's punch.

How much strength does this need, four hundred catties, or five hundred catties?

"No, there must be no accidents today, Ling Hantian must die."

A stern look flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and he shouted into the darkness, "Two deacons, come out."

After the man in black finished speaking, two middle-aged men jumped out from the darkness, one left and one right, blocking Ling Hantian's way out.

"The deacon of the Ling family?!"

Ling Hantian recognized these two people at a glance, because the two people did not mask their faces.

"Are you from the Ling family?" Ling Hantian suddenly turned his head and glared at the man in black.

"Haha, Ling Hantian, even now you haven't recognized my voice."

The man in black laughed wantonly and tore off the black scarf on his face.

"Ling monkey?!"

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Ling Hantian only felt a wave of anger rushing towards Tianling Gai.

This Linghou is an abandoned child picked up by his father Ling Zhan from outside. He was brought up by Ling Zhan and was once Ling Hantian's loyal younger brother.

But since Ling Hantian lost all his cultivation three years ago, this son has turned to a camp that is hostile to his father.

"Hey, Ling Hantian, if you want to blame it, you can blame your dead ghost father, he is the one who pushed us too fast."

While speaking, Ling Hou slammed the spiritual tablet to the ground and stepped on it.

The spiritual position suddenly shattered!

"Ah, I killed you!"

The mother's spiritual seat was destroyed, and Ling Han's eyes were about to split open. Like a bloodthirsty beast, he charged towards the monkey.

"Two deacons, kill him for me!"

Ling Hou yelled violently, and the two deacons of the Ling family shot at the same time, and the strength of the third level of body training exploded.

Although Ling Hantian knocked back Ling Hou, who was at the second level of body training, he was severely injured in an instant when he faced the deacon of the Ling family who was two levels higher than him.

"puff!"

Ling Hantian spat out a mouthful of blood, knowing that he would die today, so he no longer did useless work.

Put the shattered spiritual bit into your arms.

Seeing that Ling Hantian had given up struggling, Ling Hou laughed wildly, jumped over from a distance, and stepped on Ling Hantian's back.

"puff!"

Ling Hantian spat out another mouthful of blood, gritted his bloody teeth, turned his head and shouted: "Ling Hou, if I don't die today, I will definitely smash you, an ungrateful traitor, to pieces."

"Ingratitude?! Haha, Ling Hantian, you are really right, I am ungrateful."

Ling Hou laughed wantonly, and looked at Ling Hantian with pitiful eyes, "Ling Hantian, three years ago, I, Ling Hou, put Jueyuan Powder in your food, which made you lose all your cultivation, haha."

Speaking out the secret that had been held back for three years in one breath, Ling Hou felt extremely happy.

"So it's you traitor!" Ling Hantian gritted his teeth.

This abandoned child raised by his father not only didn't know how to repay his kindness when he grew up, but also used his trust in him to secretly drug him to lose all his cultivation and defected to the camp of the three elders.

Now it is even more about killing myself!
At this moment, looking at this once closest brother-in-law, Ling Hantian's hatred is overwhelming!
He hated himself for having believed in Ling Hou too much, and even more hated himself for being so weak that he couldn't kill Ling Hou, an ungrateful traitor!
Ling Hantian's overwhelming hatred made Ling Hou's heart shudder, cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he kicked Ling Hantian off the mountain.

Under the mountain peak, there is a blazing cave, the terrifying high temperature, even warriors with real energy can't resist it.

Before he fell into the flame hole, Ling Hantian's coat had already started to catch fire, burning like a fireball.

"what"

Ling Hantian was very unwilling, because his enemy Ling Hou hadn't died yet, and the promise he made to his father hadn't been fulfilled, yet he was about to die!
But at this moment, a layer of misty blue-black energy suddenly rippled out from the fragments of the spiritual bit that were stained with Ling Hantian's blood.

The blue-black energy permeated Ling Hantian's whole body, wrapping him like a cocoon.

The Lieyan Cave boiled completely, trying to resist the intrusion of the blue-black energy, but it didn't help.

After a while, the boiling flames calmed down and turned into a blue-black flame, shooting towards Ling Hantian's eyes like sharp arrows.

Instinctively, Ling Hantian wanted to avoid it.

But his speed is too slow.

Qingxuan Lieyan rushed into his eyes.

"Ah... this flame is going to burn my eyes?!" Ling Hantian raised his hands violently to rub his eyes.

But something weird happened!
There was no pain, and there was no trace of hotness, but instead, there was a cool feeling.

"How is this going?!"

Ling Hantian was very puzzled, and let go of his hands, but his face changed in horror.

There was nothing in his eyes, only a blue-black color remained, and he seemed to be standing in a blue-black world.

An endless Yellow River runs across the sky, and the skeletons in the Yellow River float up and down, filled with lifeless energy, as if it wants to turn the whole world into a boundless hell.

Steeply, a bluestone bridge came from the Nine Heavens and suppressed above the Yellow River.

The mottled and ancient bluestone bridge is full of traces of wind and moon, and an ancient bronze coffin is carried on the bridge.

A cyan seed the size of a soybean floated out of the ancient coffin, landed on Ling Hantian's head, and disappeared in a flash.

"what!"

With a sharp pain in his heart, Ling Hantian rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

(End of this chapter)