Chapter 6 Born Without Spiritual Roots

Shizi, what's wrong with you, why are you staring at me?" Looking at Xiang Yun staring blankly at herself, Lin Wan'er couldn't help but blush and asked with some bad intentions.

Xiang Yun woke up at the sound of his words and smiled awkwardly, "Nothing, nothing!"

Xiang Yun took the book handed over by Lin Wan'er and gazed at the cover of the book, which is a rather old book, originally it should be white, but because of the dusty cover for a long time, it has become this old yellowish color.

Xiang Yun took a look at the cover of the book, on it, written in dragon's flight are a few large, pale and powerful ancient and simple characters, "Continental Cloud Martial Records"!

As soon as he heard this name, Xiang Yun felt that this should be related to cultivation, so he hurriedly placed the book on the tabletop and opened the pages to start reading it carefully.

At this glance, Xiang Yun was immediately attracted by the content of the book, and was actually absorbed in reading it, and when Lin Wan'er saw this, she initially thought that Xiang Yun was just putting on an act.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Yun was so focused on page by page, word by word, actually read an hour in a row, the table placed next to the good tea, he did not even drink a mouthful.

It was only until he saw the last word of the last page that Xiang Yun finally closed his hands and covered the book in his hands, while letting out a long breath!

"World Son, are you alright do you want to take a rest?" Lin Wan Er looked up to see that Xiang Yun was actually looking a little red with both eyes, and couldn't help but be a worried sniff.

Xiang Yun sniffed but smiled and shook his head, although he is indeed feeling very tired at the moment, however, his heart is excited and thrilled!

This is because after reading this Continental Cloud Martial Record, Xiang Yun finally has a general understanding of this world!

It turns out that the Seven Star Continent respects martial arts, and the people here rely on absorbing the energy called "Cloud Power" in the heaven and earth to cultivate, absorbing Cloud Power can strengthen their bodies, allowing them to explode with great power, and the best of the best can even move their hands and feet to move mountains and fill up the sea, and cut off rivers and streams with their might!

Corresponding to the strength and weakness of these practitioners, there are also grades, one cloud, two clouds, three clouds, four clouds, five clouds, six clouds, seven clouds, yellow clouds, Xuan clouds, earth clouds, heavenly clouds, star river martial arts king, extreme star martial arts emperor!

Among them, one could be called a 'Cloud Martial Artist' after cultivating to the seventh cloud! A Cloud Martial Artist was already an expert in the secular world, flying through walls, punching and kicking through mountains and rocks, and was a powerful person that everyone admired and envied.

Further up is the yellow cloud, xuan cloud, earth cloud, heaven cloud and other experts, yellow cloud, xuan cloud, earth cloud level of experts, that all countries scramble to invite, as the mainstay of the country, because of their existence, will greatly enhance the power of a country, and even able to reverse the victory or defeat of a war.

The sky cloud experts, in the world is almost rare to the extreme, this level of experts, even the king of a country also dare not slow down, to be treated as a guest, if you can invite to become the country's guest secretary, that is more of a joyous event for the country!

Because their combat power had reached the point where they could fight against the power of a country!

As for further up the 'star river martial arts king, extreme star martial arts emperor' this level of existence, I'm afraid that only those hidden sects can exist, this level has been disdained in the world, like the existence of the gods in general, so the records are also extremely rare, at least this continental cloud martial arts book does not have too much records, just A single stroke of a pen.

After Xiang Yun finished reading these contents about cultivation, he couldn't help but feel a burst of inexplicable excitement!

When he thought that it was possible to cultivate to become a powerful martial artist in the midst of this Seven Star Continent, he fantasized about the scenario where he would one day be able to fly through the sky and across the world as well!

"I must also cultivate to become a strong martial artist!"

Xiang Yun thought to himself that as the son of the royal family, with such a noble status, then the resources for cultivation must not be a worry, and all kinds of books and treasures must be available, with such superior conditions, it is hard not to become a strong person!

Xiang Yun was thinking about this in his heart, but a memory suddenly surfaced in his mind.

That was the scene when the young Shizi was twelve years old, and was brought to the imperial capital Dragon City by his father, the One Word Side-by-Side King of Feng Yun Country, to test his physique!

Xiang Yun, who was still a small teenager, was standing on top of a huge round platform carved with dragon and phoenix patterns, as well as densely-packed esoteric runic symbols, facing the hundreds of officials of the Wind and Cloud Kingdom who were looking up at him underneath the platform, as well as the young sons and nephews beside them, his clean and handsome face was full of cynicism, but he was also more or less a little bit tense and uneasy.

As a hot white light surfaced from that high platform, a moment later, accompanied by a soundless silence, a low voice resounded.

"The third son of the Parallel King's House, Xiang Yun, born without a spiritual root, is not suitable for martial arts cultivation!"

"Boom ...!"

As this low voice resounded, the crowd in the square below immediately let out a gasp of shock!

"Oh my god ... this Parallel King's youngest son actually has no spirit root and is a wasted body!"

A general wearing dark black armor also sighed: "Yes, how is this possible, the Parallel Shoulder King is a super strong person with forty-eight spiritual roots ah, his two sons are also geniuses with forty spiritual roots, how is it possible for his youngest son to be a wasted body with no spiritual roots!"

"Who knows, I heard that this young son has been uneducated since he was a child, and has no interest in martial arts at all, he only likes to hang out with the women in his residence, it seems that he was not born to be a piece of material for martial arts practice."

A court official with a sighing face said, "Hey ... I can't imagine that the parallel king has a lifetime of fame, is the top hero among the royal family, this little son is such a waste, it's really a pity, it's a pity ah."

Next to an official heard, quickly is a face of taboo reminded: "You lower your voice, this talk about the little son, you don't want to live!"

"Ouch ..." that official heard, scared to tremble, which realized his own slip of the tongue, and quickly was looking around, using his hand to cover his mouth tightly.

However, when he looked at Xiang Yun on top of the Heavenly Ascension Stage, his gaze was still filled with contempt.

The whispers of the crowd under the stage and the contemptuous gazes were like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into Xiang Yun's heart.

The latter's body trembled slightly, and the original unruly and cynical demeanor on his face suddenly became a bit frightened and anxious.

Xiang Yun clenched his hands into fists and gritted his teeth to the point of clattering, even though his nails had sunk deep into his palms, he was still oblivious as his heart cried out frantically, ''How can this be, how can I be a wasted body! How could I be a wasted body, an heir of the Xiang Family!"

However, the results of the test on the Heaven Ascending Stage could not be wrong, and Xiang Yun could only choose to accept this in the end.

When he saw the piercingly contemptuous gazes of the civil and military officials, and young boys and girls of the same age under the stage, as well as the whispered taunts and comments, the original trepidation and consternation on his face gradually transformed into an indifference-like sneer.

"Hmph, since God has destined me to be a waste, then I'll just live this life freely without any constraints, and teach you guys who taunt me to have no peace, but you can't do anything about me!"

Immediately, Xiang Yun waved his sleeve robe, and amidst the crowd's strange gazes, he looked disdainfully at the crowd and proudly walked down the ring!

...

After recalling this bittersweet memory, Xiang Yun, who was sitting in front of his desk at the moment, was as if he was bombarded by five thunderbolts, his body stiffened, and he completely stayed there.

He originally thought that he had crossed over to this continent, and would be able to have the opportunity to become a Cloud Martial Artist, to be chivalrous, and to fight for the end of the world, but he didn't expect that in the end, everything would be as if it was a dream bubble passing by in an instant!

This damned third son of the Xiang family, the whole family are all heroes and geniuses in cultivation, only he has not inherited such excellent genes, and is actually a natural wasted body, no wonder even his own father is so indifferent to him!

Xiang Yun's face is already dark at the moment, just like a mountain peak covered by dark clouds, dark and gloomy without seeing the slightest bit of life, his face can be described as difficult to see!

"Son, what's wrong with you, why is your face so ugly?"

Lin Wan'er, who was beside him, saw Xiang Yun's excited face just now, but didn't expect that his face would turn as ugly and gloomy as an eggplant hit by frost in a split second, so she asked worriedly at once.

Xiang Yun heard but did not answer Lin Wan'er's words, he slowly lowered his head down, like a dark well that doesn't see the light of the day, silent ...

"Shizi, what's wrong with you, don't scare Wan'er, where are you physically uncomfortable, I'll immediately go to find the doctor at the residence ..." Lin Wan'er's delicate face above, has already emerged in a terrified color.

"Wan Er!" Suddenly, Xiang Yun raised his head, a pair of reddened eyes staring at Lin Wan'er.

"Shizi ...," Lin Wan'er's body trembled at Xiang Yun's eyes.

She had never seen Xiang Yun actually reveal such desperate, yet longing eyes, as if half of his body was hanging out of a cliff, waiting for someone to come to his rescue, the gaze of a nearly desperate person.

"Wan'er, the House cultivation technique!" Xiang Yun finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Ah ...?" Once Lin Wan'er heard these words, she couldn't help but look at Xiang Yun with a shocked expression on her face.

"Shizi ... you are not unable to repair ..." The words reached her mouth, but Lin Wan'er did not continue.

"What, do you also think that I am a waste that cannot cultivate?" Xiang Yun said with some sadness.

Somehow, Xiang Yun felt an incomparable loss at this moment, mixed with a hint of sadness, he knew clearly that although he was disappointed, he would never be so sad, this seemed to be the emotions of two souls released together, mixed with the emotions of that little Shizi.

When Lin Wan'er heard Xiang Yun's words, she immediately showed a look of fear and waved her hands in succession, "Shizi ... slave girl doesn't mean this ... you ... you mustn't Don't misunderstand ...!"

"Alright, I know you don't mean anything else, I just want to give it a try ..." Xiang Yun said with a bitter smile.

"Good ... I'll go fetch the book for you, there are still quite a few cultivation techniques in the mansion!" Lin Wan'er didn't dare to say any more, and hurriedly turned around and walked out of the room, going to fetch books for Xiang Yun.

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When it was time for the sun to set, the compartment within the Prince's residence, there were two long sighs, one from Xiang Yun, and one from his personal maid, Lin Wan'er.

Xiang Yun looked at the seven or eight gongfa that were placed around him and thrown messily on the ground, wiped the beads of sweat that were already all over his forehead, and with a slight grin at the corner of his mouth, he revealed a miserable and bitter smile.