LORD OF EMPIRE

It was late afternoon and the sky was adorned with snowflakes in the northern part of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Another year was about to end!

The Ye family of Fengyang City, as one of the three prominent families, was already making preparations for the annual competition a month in advance.

In the Cangyun Continent, where martial arts were prevalent, the annual competition was undoubtedly the most important event for each family!

Ding!

Dang!

In the back hall of the Ye family's Weapon Hall, a teenager clad only with a pair of trousers with a black stone pendant tied to his neck, was waving an iron hammer in front of the furnace, constantly refining a flaming-red iron.

The fire made his face shine red. Beads of sweat oozed from his determined face and muscular body.

"Clang!"

The young man was tired. He threw the hammer aside, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and glanced at the burning iron. He couldn't help but murmur.

"I only wanted to make a knife. Must she pull out such a prank? Where did she find this piece of broken iron?"

He had smelt the iron for two years, and he would spend at least two hours refining it every day. But until this day, it was only slightly deformed.

Over the past two years, while he failed to refine the knife successfully, his body had become much stronger than an ordinary person's. He became very skilled at wielding a hammer that weighed more than 100kg.

He shook his head helplessly and fought with a Metal Puppet next to him.

All of a sudden, crashing sounds could be heard in the hall.

The Metal Puppet was also a rare sight, and it could use different techniques to fight him. It had thrown out different sets of punches in less than fifteen minutes.

There was no trick to the youngster's moves. He moved randomly, and he didn't seem to mind being punched at all.

Suddenly, he and the puppet exerted force at the same time, and their fists met.

There was a loud bang.

The Metal Puppet took two steps back while the young boy staggered four or five steps before stabilizing himself.

The boy rubbed his red and swollen fist. The muscles on his face twitched slightly from the pain, but his bright eyes were full of disappointment.

"Am I that weak? I've trained hard for four years, but in the end, I'm still only at the Third Level. There are only ten days until the annual competition. If I don't reach the Fourth Level, I'll definitely end up in the secondary branch!"

The major realms of Martial Arts were the physical refining phase, genuine condensation phase, incarnation phase, core condensation phase, and astral phase. Each phase was divided into nine levels, and each level into four stages, namely the Early-stage, Middle-stage, Late-stage, and Peak-stage.

Some people would generalize the first three levels as Early-stage, the following three levels as Middle-stage, and the last three as Late-stage.

In Fengyang City, not even one practitioner had reached the incarnation phase. Achieving the Middle-stage of the genuine condensation phase was enough to lead a great family.

As for the realms above the astral phase, they were all legends!

The bare-chested teenager was named Ye Liuyun.

He was already at the final leg of the Third level in the physical refining stage, breaking through into the early period of the Middle-stage realm.

He was unwilling to give up, but at the same time, he felt helpless.

When Ye Liuyun was ten, his aunt, Feng Wanru, came looking for his mother. It seemed that something had happened to her family.

However, his parents went back to her family and never came back. Feng Wanru stayed under his mother's request and took over his father's duties as the Artifacts Hall Elder.

Ye Liuyun had always believed that he could become stronger through hard work. Once he becomes strong enough, he could then find his parents and have a look at the outside world.

However, over the past two years, he was still stuck at the Third level of the physical refining phase! It did not improve at all no matter how hard he tried.

The disciples in the main and the secondary branch in the sect all looked down on him, calling him 'trash' and 'untalented'.

Even Ye Xingyu, who was engaged to him, would look at him with disdain every time she saw him. There were several times she had wanted to break the engagement with him and make him a laughing stock of the whole sect.

Ye Liuyun grabbed a thin shirt casually and put it on. He walked out of the back hall dejectedly.

At this moment, Feng Wanru had fallen drunk and was sleeping soundly on a rocking chair. Several empty wine gourds were lying on the wine table next to her.