Immortal path of the gods gambles

As an old Chinese saying goes, "fifteen-minute practice every morning saves ten years of cultivation."

The morning was the best time for cultivation.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

From an open beach of Yinsha River, which was 500 meters away from Chiyun City, there were bursts of flapping sound. The sky was just becoming bright.

The surging Yinsha River looked like a moving python, entrenched on the east of Chiyun City. The rolling river was covered with fog, like the swinging back of the python.

On the beach, a topless boy was using a fist-thick iron bar to slap his shanks, thighs, waist and abdomen, arms, wrists, shoulders, and lastly, the top of his head.

The boy was about 15 years old. With an adult-like figure, he was strong and tall. His body was full of bruises. His skin was dark, dry, and peeled off. He held the bar in his right hand, beating every part of his body hard. His muscle was trembling with every beat.

Body Butt!

How dare he cultivate the famous kungfu of invincible body! If it was found out by somebody, he or she would definitely report to Castellan secretly. By then, the boy would incur a fatal disaster. That was because this kungfu was originated from Xuanwu School, the orthodox school of Immortal Taoism.

This kungfu could only be learned by those young successors selected by Xuanwu School. And they could only cultivate this kungfu in the forbidden place of the school instead of cultivating alone in the open field like the boy.

Crack! Crack! Countless violent beatings could not even make the boy blink.

Unsurprisingly, the boy's body was red and swollen from head to toe. Anyone who had beaten himself like that for thousands of times would get swollen.

However, the boy seemed to be accustomed to that. He suddenly stopped and shook his arms, wiping the sweat away from his face. He picked up the water bag and gulped the water. Staring at his body, he thought: "After so many months of studious cultivation, I could finally use the iron bar as before. It seems that thanks to the childhood hard work, my body is still strong even if my cultivation base has been destroyed. Soon, I can become a Flesh Immortal again!"

"Yun, why can’t you just give it up?"

The sound was from a tall, middle-aged man with fierce eyes who wore a yellow robe. He walked out of the woods where a thunderous sound of flood suddenly burst out.

This man was tall and strong, nearly two meters in height. He seemed to be in his early fifties. On his square face, there were several tufts of hair on the temples, which displayed a domineering power. Especially, his big hands were full of scars and were strangely red, which was rather appalling.

He was the famous Ye Yuan, the leader of the Ye Clan, who was also the father of Ye Yun. He was renowned as the 'Chisha Hand' because his kungfu of palm was powerful. In his twenties, he had slaughtered 'Eighteen Tiangang Eagles' unscathed only by his hands. After that, he was the world-famous No.1 master of Ye Clan.

Ye Yuan coldly stared at Ye Yun. The domineering atmosphere scared Ye Yun off. Looking around, Ye Yuan was softened and said, "I didn't mean to discourage you. Yun, you have learnt a lot since your childhood and know your physical condition for sure. The inner force of your Dantian(the region in the body where a person's Qi is concentrated) has been decentralized by force. If you still don't give up, not only your meridians will be damaged, but also the Qi of your body will scatter. What's more, your dantian has already ripped and could not circulate Qi and even could not cultivate anymore."

Ye Yun nodded and said, "Yes, I know. But I just can't let it go..." His eyes were filled with hope.

It was heartbroken for Ye Yuan to see his son distressed. He said sincerely, "Yun, I know what you are thinking. The cultivation is also my dream for my whole life. But sometimes we still need to face the fact."

Fact... This word sounded too heavy to accept, which made Ye Yun feel stressful and breathless. He suddenly clenched his fists. His eyes were filled with anger, "Qin Ming...Qin Clan...Damn it!"

Ye Yuan looked dignified and said, "Now the Qin Clan is a large family and possesses huge power. Our Ye Clan is no fighting match for them. As for Qin Ming...cultivating level five of Flesh Immortal at the age of sixteen, he is really a prodigy. It was my fault to be so careless at that time. I didn't expect that Qin Clan could keep their own counsel, not to say this Qin Ming."

"Qin Ming!"

Constantly hearing the name that he didn’t want to hear, Ye Yun was filled with anger. He recalled those flashbacks, especially the Xuanwu Gathering six months ago.

There were three main clans in Chiyun City. They were Yan Clan, the recognized largest clan, who controlled the city, Qin Clan who possessed huge power in the city, and lastly, Ye Clan.

Xuanwu School would recruit 10 disciples every 10 years. It was the best way to enlarge the power of the clan. Xuanwu School was the orthodox school of Immortal Taoism and the disciples there were surely superior.

As the genius recognized by Ye Clan for centuries, Ye Yun was undoubtedly on the list of the recommendation. There is no doubt for everyone that Ye Yun would become one of the disciples in Xuanwu School.

At the age of six, Ye Yun started to cultivate Body Butt. And he reached the level one of Flesh Immortal at eight. When he was ten, he successively pulled through the level two and three. Within five years, he had already reached the level four of Flesh Immortal, officially stepping cross the threshold of becoming the cultivator. The inner force was formed in his dantian. It seemed granted for such a qualified candidate to be accepted by Xuanwu School.

However, all changed in a flash.

There were three tests for the recruitment. Ye Yun passed the first two tests smoothly. The last one was a random draw. He needed to draw for a contest with another candidate. The winner would pass the test, while the loser would be weeded out.

Ye Yun's opponent was Qin Ming who was unknown to the public. Before the contest, Ye Yun thought that it was impossible for Qin to defeat him. It has been 30 years that no one could reach the level four of Flesh Immortal in the history of three clans, except for Ye Yun. He thought he was sure to win.

However, at the moment of the move, Ye Yun could not even see the rival clear and he fell down. At that time, Ye has already lost his power to hit back. What’s more, Qin hit Ye's dantian so hard that all the inner force was damaged. "Crack!" Ye's dantian split. But Qin seemed unwilling to stop. He meant to disable Ye by hitting Ye's dantian and making him not capable of cultivating forever. At that moment, Ye Yun felt overwhelmingly hopeless. Fortunately, Ye Yuan spared no effort to bail him out.

With destroyed cultivation base and disabled dantian, the genius Ye Yun fell from heaven to hell. All he felt was spite. Instead of praise, jealousy and flattery, all he heard was scoff. Even his father Ye Yuan was implicated.

Later, Ye Yun heard that Qin Ming was the real genius. He was nothing compared with Qin.

Qin reached the level four of Flesh Immortal at the age of twelve, and five at sixteen. He was the first talent who broke the level five at sixteen for hundreds of years in the history of three clans.

Qin Clan... Qin Ming...