Ling Jiu regarded Ling Xiao in disdain. He naturally had some reasons for intentionally letting Ling Xiao touch those two paintings. These two paintings had been left behind by the ancestors of the Ling Clan. Allegedly, they had sealed two outstanding techniques here. However, those two outstanding techniques were very difficult for any martial artist to cultivate. Nevertheless, as with …

Ling Xiao browsed through the introductions of several books, searching for some clue to differentiate between their grades. <Stele Breaking Palm>: A swift and fierce palm technique and gain power like a mountain. Achieve victory through pure power and reach a strength of 300 pounds upon cultivating. <Raging Fire Fist>: Condense true qi that bursts out accompanying a powerful fist …

“The exam is when you and I will compete!” Ling Xiao left this sentence, before walking past the pair and entering the Library Pavilion. Even if one’s tongue could spew flowers like a glorious lotus, if one lost in the exam, everything would be meaningless. Therefore, he didn’t want to waste time bickering; he wanted to make the best use …

Although Ling Xiao had already expected to breakthrough after perfecting Great Barbarian Bull, it had only been an expectation. Now that he had personally tested his vigorous power, he was extremely excited. Heaven truly never sealed off all exits! In the past, he had anticipated spending a month to reach Rank Two Martial Vein. However, beyond his expectations, just three …

“If you lost, then you’ve lost. Why seek an excuse? It turns out the Ling Clan’s disciples are this kind of trash!” Facing Ling Chong’s quibbling and everybody’s comments, Ling Xiao turned and left, only leaving behind this sentence. Ling Chong gnashed his teeth in anger. He roared at Ling Xiao’s back, “Little beggar, just you wait! After I recover …

The training grounds Seeing a determined Ling Xiao approach, Ling Chong sneered in disdain. “What’s up trash? Do you want to avenge your grandfather?” “Hahahaha!” Hearing Ling Chong’s mockery, the other clan disciples laughed heartily. To them, Ling Xiao was truly overestimating his ability. “You have humiliated me time and again, but I never argued with you because my ability …

A vortex materialized in the painting. Everything in front of Ling Xiao turned dark as the vortex sucked him in. When he could see once more, he found himself in a village full of strangers. Strangely, upon seeing him, the strangers all respectfully greeted him. Some even addressed him as “Master Landscape.” “Is this the village in the painting…” The …

“You up?” When Ling Xiao opened his eyes, his first sight was his old grandfather’s face. White-haired, emaciated figure, gaunt face: this was his family. “Ai, there was no need to do what you did. Admitting defeat would have been fine! Come, drink some medicine!” The old man sighed and brought out a bitter-smelling herbal medicine soup. His grandfather’s concerned …

As a grey dawn appeared on the horizon, a solitary figure was shedding sweat on a training ground… This place was Heavenly Peak City, the main residence of the Ling Clan. “Ha!” A clear and sharp shout tore through the dawn’s silence, revealing a toiling youngster. No more than 13 or 14 years old, he was slightly taller and thinner …