Chapter One: The Young Qin Long

  Moon Castle

  The vast and bright Moon City was wrapped in a silver coat, the cold wind howled and ravaged every corner of the city.

  In the icy and snowy land, in the northern part of Mingyue City, within the Qin family's mansion, a slender purple-haired youth stood amidst the snow and ice. He wore cyan-colored brocade pants, his upper body bare, and the goose feather-like snow covered his purple hair, turning it silver. His thin, skeletal upper body had already turned purple from the freezing cold! The youth clenched his teeth tightly, his fists grasped firmly, but his body trembled uncontrollably!

  "As a warrior, qi and blood are the foundation! If qi and blood are insufficient, how can one become a warrior? You young people want to become warriors, but you must put in extra effort!" In front of the youth, a giant man with a height of seven feet looked down at him. The man's waist was straight as a line, his feet were stable like Mount Tai, standing firmly in front of him. His high and mighty muscles were like molten iron, and in this cold winter, he only wore a thin silk robe. What was astonishing was that there was not a single snowflake on his body, the heavy snow falling around him melted into rainwater droplets. The strong man formed a stark contrast with the slender youth, like a green pine rooted in the snowy ground, while the youth was like a sapling that could be killed by the wind and snow at any time.

  The breath from the young man's mouth turned into mist, his eyes fixed on the front, wanting to stop his body from trembling, but the cold invasion made him uncontrollable! Not only his body, even the muscles of his immature face couldn't help but twitch, only his sharp gaze remained firm.

  The big man looked at the young man's appearance, sighed slightly, and walked to the eaves of the mansion with long strides. A robust middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a purple brocade robe, with a steady gaze and a stern face that remained expressionless.

  "Clan leader, the young master's heart is as firm as iron, but his innate qi and blood are too thin... Perhaps, he can try spiritual refinement, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to stimulate his innate power." The tall man spoke respectfully to the majestic man, but his tone was insufficient, after all, that ancient secret was not something that ordinary powers could possess. Let alone the Qin family being a major clan in Mingyue City!!

  The majestic man's gaze withdrew from the young boy in the snow, and he turned silently to walk towards the mansion. It seemed that he had already anticipated the outcome. As his right foot stepped into the threshold of the mansion, his body paused slightly, and his deep voice said: "Are you all my sons, Qin Changkong? On the day I am here, no one dares to bully you... even a little!" After finishing speaking, the man strode into the mansion with big strides.

  The youth in the snow bit his cheek, not allowing himself to turn his head and look at the figure behind him. His tightly clenched fists had turned a deep purple, and drops of fresh blood fell from his purplish fists, staining the silver-white snowy ground crimson!

  The young man lifted his head, and his dark eyes gazed at the snow-filled sky! Letting the snowflakes fall on his face and into his eyes.

  Gradually, tears welled up in the young man's eyes, as if formed by melting snowflakes.

  Qi and blood

  Why is Qi and blood weak?

  As the son of the head of the Qin family, how can his vital energy be so weak?

  Tears fell on the tender cheeks, the young man tightly closed his eyes, standing still in the cold wind like an ice sculpture.

  Under the eaves of the mansion, a seven-foot-tall man let out a gentle sigh. For a cultivator, qi and blood are crucial. If one's qi and blood are insufficient, they cannot refine and transform them into spiritual energy to nourish their bones, nor can they stimulate their innate bone power to become a true cultivator. Apart from this, there are two other paths to try: one is spiritual cultivation, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to stimulate the innate bone power; the other is bitter cultivation, tempering the body to stimulate the power of the bones!

  Up to now, the spiritual cultivation technique has been lost in the long river of time, and only top-level sects and forces have it. As for ascetic practice, a certain level of physical fitness is required, like Qin Long's, whose physical fitness is too poor, and he can't even go through many hardships, let alone ascetic practice?

  At this time, the youth in the snow suddenly opened his eyes and muttered: "The ancient books said that at the beginning of heaven and earth, all living things were tempered by suffering and hardship, and after experiencing thousands of hardships, they achieved indestructible bodies! Then, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to transform oneself's spiritual cultivation is beyond the world. My body is weak, perhaps I can try spiritual cultivation. As for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth..."

  Young Qin Long looked up at the snowflakes dancing in the sky, and a hint of sharpness flashed in his eyes. At this moment, his eyes were not limited to the goose feather-like snow, but saw strands of pale white air flowing in the air, from which Qin Long sensed an unusual power.

  "This... might be spiritual energy, but how can I absorb it?" Qin Long muttered to himself.

  Since Qin Long became aware of his surroundings, he had been able to see the sky and earth filled with strands of pale white gas. He had also thought about absorbing this spiritual energy from heaven and earth, but after trying countless times over the years, he had not succeeded. In other words, without a spiritual cultivation technique, even if he could sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it was useless.

  "No matter what, I still have hope. I can see the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Once I have the spiritual cultivation method, I will surely make up for my lack of qi and blood and become a true cultivator!" Qin Long's eyes gleamed with determination as he muttered to himself. The cold wind cut through his bones, and the heavy snow invaded, but Qin Long did not leave immediately. Instead, he gritted his teeth and stood firm in the wind and snow.

  Before obtaining the spiritual secret, I can only cultivate myself through hardship. At the beginning of heaven and earth, all living things were tempered by bitterness, they can, why can't I, Qin Long? The unyielding emotion in young Qin Long's heart made him clench his teeth and stand in the wind and snow. He didn't want anyone to look down on him, he didn't want to disappoint his father, he wanted to gain recognition through his own efforts.

  Qin Long's conviction was firm, but his body could not withstand the invasion of the cold winter wind and snow, the knife-like cold wind invaded his skin, piercing to his bones!

  Half a day later,

  The "hū hū" wind and snow raged on, whipping up the fallen snow on the ground. Qin Long had transformed into a snowman, with snow reaching up to his knees. His shivering body gradually calmed down, not because he was resisting the raging cold wind, but because his body had lost all sensation! However, his pair of clear and distinct black eyes remained fixed intently on the front, the determination in their depths sending shivers down one's spine.

  When a gust of cold wind swept by, Qin Long's body fell straight down into the snowy ground, stirring up waves of snowflakes.

  Qin Long, who had fallen into the snowy ground, did not know that in the depths of the Qin family's mansion, his father was standing in the wind and snow, looking in the direction where Qin Long was, with a complex expression to the extreme. If Qin Long saw it, he would inevitably find it hard to believe that his father, who remained calm in the face of danger, would reveal such an expression.

  "Is this my limit?" Qin Long ridiculed himself as he fell into the snowy ground! He couldn't bear to think more, a chill swept in, causing him to fall into a daze!

  The next day.

  Compared to the icy and snowy outside, Qin Long's room was warm as spring. A heap of charcoal fire was burning vigorously under the window, emitting crackling sounds!

  Qin Long lay on the bed, unconscious, while a six-foot-tall sturdy youth stood motionless beside him like a wooden stake. The youth had black hair that fell to his shoulders, dark skin, and a coarse face with an air of calmness that didn't match his age. His black eyes stared at Qin Long without showing any emotional fluctuations.

  When Qin Long opened his eyes, he stared at the ceiling, his gaze complex, but a determined and sharp glint in his eyes that was heart-wrenching. After a long while, Qin Long came back to himself and looked at the dark-skinned boy by the bed, forcing out a smile: "Little Tiger, you're here."

  The dark-skinned youth nodded silently, and Qin Long seemed to be accustomed to the youth's silence. He slowly sat up, moved his still icy body, and said: "Little Tiger, go practice! I'm fine now."

  The young man named Little Tiger nodded slightly, took big strides and walked out of the room. He looked at the dark shadow in the door crack and listened to the footsteps fading away. Qin Long stared at the burning red hot charcoal under the window and fell into deep thought.

  Xiao Hu is a mute, also known as Qin Hu, but he is not the younger brother of Qin Long, nor is he a disciple of the Qin family. He was originally a beggar who was seen by Qin Long when he was young and wandering along the main road of Mingyue City. Qin Long took pity on him and brought him back to the Qin family. Since then, Xiao Hu has been quietly following Qin Long.

  As Qin Long grew older, his health did not improve, and the playmates of his childhood gradually drifted away. Only Qin Hu remained by Qin Long's side, and over the years, their relationship had become like that of close brothers. Although Qin Hu was mute, this did not affect the affection between them.

  Due to Qin Long's relationship, Qin Changkong's acquiescence, Qin Hu had been in contact with the Qin family disciples since he was a child and practiced together. Because of Qin Hu's dense and rich qi and blood, at this time, Qin Hu had already entered the fifth yang of bone refinement, awakening his innate power, and became one of the outstanding young disciples of the Qin family.

  In Qin Long's cognition, cultivation is divided into: refining bones, earth, and heaven. As for what realms there are afterwards, he does not know.

  His gaze withdrew from the charcoal and shifted to his emaciated body, a bitter smile floating on Qin Long's face as he self-deprecatingly said: "If I could stimulate my innate power, perhaps I would be able to preserve the reputation of our clan, and Father wouldn't be disappointed."

  The Qin family is a major clan in Mingyue City. Hundreds of years ago, the Qin family was just a declining small family. Qin Long's grandfather, Qin Linfeng, emerged from nowhere and led the declining Qin family to rise gradually. After Qin Changkong became the head of the clan, the Qin family jumped to become the largest clan in Mingyue City!

  Qin Changkong's brilliance and strength did not pass on to Qin Long! Qin Long was frail and sickly from a young age, with weak qi and blood, and even at the age of 15, he had yet to awaken his innate power, becoming the laughing stock of Mingyue City after dinner!

  In the Qin family, Qin Changkong's words are like a decree, with extremely high prestige. However, the Qin family must have a junior heir to inherit the position of family head! If Qin Long can awaken his Bone of Strength, he would be worthy of this position! Now, Qin Long's insufficient qi and blood prevent him from entering the Bone Refining Realm, making him an ordinary person. Even if Qin Changkong is unwilling, he cannot help but give up the junior heir position to other disciples in the Qin family.

  After all, the head of the Qin family cannot be an ordinary person! Even if Qin Longxiao relies on his power to keep the name of the Qin Dragon clan and sit in the position of the head of the clan, Qin Long will not be able to convince the public.

  So, the position of the minority will be selected from among the young and skilled members of the Qin family.

  With a long sigh, Qin Long stood up, opened the door, and gazed out at the silver-white world outside. He felt a stinging sensation in his eyes, and narrowed them slightly, thinking to himself: "If I can obtain the spiritual cultivation technique, I will surely be able to absorb the heavenly spiritual energy that I see, and then..." He looked up at the front for a long time, Qin Long smiled bitterly, picked up the beast skin coat, and left the mansion.

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