It was the middle of winter, the snow was falling, and the ground was covered with a layer of silver, and Suzaku City was extremely cold.

Drifting snow covered the courtyard of the Jiang family, which was a family that could accommodate 10,000 people, and it lasted for a long time.

The quaint courtyard is spotlessly cleaned, and the corners are piled up with falling snow and autumn leaves.

The Jiang family's status in Vermilion Bird City is extremely high, and the business veins that come and go run through the entire Vermilion Bird City.

The above-ground business and the underground underworld business, the Jiang family is involved, and it can be described as huge.

The two major families of Vermilion Bird City, the Jiang family and the Qin family, are fighting openly and secretly, with vanity and grievances on the surface, and cunning and vicious behind the scenes.

If the interests of the two families are to develop in the long run, they must adopt some special method - intermarriage.

Qin Yao, the daughter of the head of the Qin family, who was born in recent years, has been used as a bargaining chip to marry to the Jiang family and become the fiancée of Jiang Wang's son.

And Jiang Wang's only son, Jiang Shenwu, is unwilling to accept this fiancée who has no impression of him.

In Vermilion Bird City, everyone is full of discussions, all of them are disdain and ridicule for Jiang Shenwu, Miss Qin Yao, who is twelve years old, has excellent talents, but the young master of the Jiang family, who is four years older than Qin Yao, is an out-and-out waste.

Jiang Shenwu is sixteen years old, and at the age of standing up to the sky, he should have become a strong man and win glory for the Jiang family.

However, Jiang Shenwu, who was born in a wealthy family, was born unable to condense aura and could not step into the martial arts.

On the way to the martial arts, it is necessary to condense the spiritual energy and store it in the dantian, which is the most initial martial art - the qi martial realm.

The martial arts cultivation of the Qi Martial Realm can release the aura between the raised hands, and the power of the aura can reach the power of a thousand catties, turning over the hand to break the wood, and breaking the stone to destroy things.

The Qi Martial Realm is divided into nine layers, each of which is very different, and the power of the aura will also increase with the breakthrough of the realm.

No matter what race they are, regardless of their gender, when each person is born, a magical space will be born in their body—the Star God Space.

Shenwu Nine Heavens, there are nine heavens in the sky, and there are countless star gods in these nine heavens, and from the moment they step into the Qi Martial Realm, they will be guided by the nine heavens of Shenwu.

It is rumored that every time a strong person breaks through a realm, he can communicate with a star god, until the nine heavens are covered with their own star gods.

The terror of the star god can destroy the heavens and the earth, cut off the common people, and destroy the world.

This is the power of each martial cultivator, the layer of the celestial dome where the star god is located, which affects the combat effectiveness of the martial cultivator in the future, and it is rumored that the strong can communicate with the peerless star god of the nine heavens and become the emperor of the world.

"You remember it for me, Lao Tzu's name is Jiang Shenwu, Shenwu of the Nine Heavens of Shenwu!"

A young man's immature cheeks were extremely pale, and he fell down on one of the thousands of courtyards of the Jiang clan, his delicate ice muscle and jade skin were scratched, and the snow fell on his jade back.

The young man spurted out a mouthful of blood, his hands covered his chest that rose and fell, and his unyielding words were a joke in the ears of others.

"The young master of waste is so unyielding? It's really touching, if it weren't for your waste, your father wouldn't have ignored you, hehehehe!"

A group of teenagers stood on Jiang Shenwu's body, laughing loudly, the people present were all junior disciples of the Jiang family, and Jiang Shenwu was the laughing stock of the entire Vermilion Bird City.

The insults and ridicules made Jiang Shenwu angry, and he struggled several times, and his immature cheeks were full of unyielding intent, but he was trampled under his feet again.

For several years, he has been trying to condense the aura, but none of them have succeeded, maybe his life will really stop before the martial arts.

Jiang Shenwu's age of sixteen kept trying to condense the aura, and immediately asked for retreat, boasting that he could enter the martial arts path in Haikou and saying that he would definitely enter the martial arts, but he worked hard to condense for three months, and the aura did not gather, and he was still scattered in heaven and earth.

This made Jiang Shenwu the laughing stock of the Jiang family and even the entire Vermilion Bird City, and the name of the waste young master also spread all over the Vermilion Bird Land.

......

Jiang Shenwu was in his courtyard, his cheeks were full of determination, and the anger in his heart filled that immature cheek.

In his eyes was resentment towards himself, and he also felt the injustice of this world.

Everyone else can choose to step into the martial arts, become a strong man, and glorify their ancestors, but Jiang Shenwu cannot, the dantian is born crippled, and the condensed aura does not stay, and it is completely dispersed.

"Why is this happening? Jiang Shenwu? Shenwu Nine Heavens Shenwu? I have never even killed anyone, and I have done good deeds and accumulated virtue in my life, why did I end up like this?"

Jiang Shenwu's delicate childish fist slapped the snow, and the tears of grievance in his eyes fell sparsely, dripping into the deep snow.

Tears spread to the snow dripping to his knees, Jiang Shenwu looked stunned, stunned in place, thought hard for a long time, and blurred tears in his eyes with a look of joy.

"Teardrops can drip through the snow, and perseverance will eventually see the light of day!"

After Jiang Shenwu saw this strange scene, he couldn't help but sigh, his eyes were full of tears, he sat up and muttered.

Stretching out his immature hands, Jiang Shenwu condensed the ancient seal and escaped into a state of cultivation with his eyes closed.

The rich and pure spirit between heaven and earth turned into a whirlpool, constantly surging towards Jiang Shenwu's lower abdomen dantian.

After a long time, the whirlpool did not increase but decreased, and Jiang Shenwu's dantian was sour and numb, like countless termites gnawing.

A huge wave of spiritual energy poured out of his dantian, sweeping away the snow everywhere.

"Still dispersed. ”

Jiang Shenwu looked lonely, and under his slender eyelashes, his bright eyes entrenched in the sea of stars shone with a little clear light.

"Shenwu, you come with me. ”

A healthy figure walked past the courtyard, glanced at Jiang Shenwu lightly, and left.

Jiang Shenwu got up suddenly, his legs and feet were already sore, and after hearing this indifferent voice, Jiang Shenwu stumbled towards the outside of the courtyard.

......

In the back pavilion of the Jiang family, the quiet smell of sandalwood came from a courtyard, and there was a plaque on the door of the courtyard: Jiang Family Ancestral Hall.

Snow covered the courtyard, and Jiang Shenwu pushed the door and walked in.

What catches your eye is the enshrined spiritual seat, with a sandalwood burner in the center, and a faint light smoke rising from the furnace.

The front of the spiritual seat is full of incense, and on the spirit plate are cold names written in blood-red cinnabar, which are the martyrs of the Jiang family.

"Get on your knees!"

The cold voice sounded again, and Jiang Shenwu knelt on the ground with a "poof", and the snow had already submerged to his lower abdomen.

Behind Jiang Shenwu, a burly middle-aged man dressed in crimson silk satin held a long whip stained with cold air in his hand.

That is Jiang Shenwu's father, Jiang Wang.

Jiang Wang's sturdy arms were covered with scars, and his muscles as strong as a cow were filled with a sense of power that was about to overflow.

The eyes are like tigers and leopards, and the deep pupils are full of sadness, as well as distress for Jiang Shenwu.

"Smack!"

A thrashing sound shook the entire ancestral hall, and the snow flew up, turning into a little cold rain and pouring down.

On Jiang Shenwu's immature back was torn apart, Jiang Wang's long whip was thrown on Jiang Shenwu's body.

"To the ancestors and ancestors, tell me, what is the purpose of the Jiang family?"

The long whip in Jiang Wang's hand kept swinging, and the flesh and blood on Jiang Shenwu's back were blurred, torn apart by the long whip of the soul devourer.

Although Jiang Wang's eyes were angry, he still couldn't bear to close those tiger eyes.

Jiang Shenwu gritted his teeth and endured the pain, his back was no longer felt, and the blood stained the accumulated blood, turning into a strong smell of blood, filling the entire Jiang family ancestral hall.