The night was dark, as always.

In the darkness, the ancient Jungnam Mountains stretch endlessly, revealing a desolation from the world.

Between the mountains and mountains, the wild beasts and poisonous insects haunt from time to time, and the roaring and roaring sounds continue to sound, one after another, staging a bloody and violent legend of hegemony.

I don't know how long it took like this, in the middle of the mountain range, somewhere on the periphery of the primeval jungle tightly surrounded by dense fog, a domineering and abnormal aura suddenly dispersed, and then, the earth began to tremble, and the grass and trees shook so much that even the fog was blown away.

Immediately afterward, I saw a vague shadow slowly coming from the mist, a mountain-like thick body looming, and a pair of huge eyes the size of copper bells flashed scarlet light, greedily looking at a fire-lit village more than ten miles ahead, and quickened his pace.

From afar, you can see that this is a small village with only a few dozen families. The houses in the village are all stone houses, built along a small stream that runs out of nowhere, scattered among each other.

It was late at night, and apart from the vigil guards, all the houses in the village had already rested, but among the many houses, the lights of one house were still rising, and the breeze was beating gently from time to time.

In the room, the lights were dim, and an old man in a green shirt with a withered face was sitting upright under a row of shelves full of bamboo slips, holding a roll of bamboo slips that were about to fall apart, frowning slightly, and from time to time raising his hand to make annotations on the animal skin paper on the desktop.

Beside the old man, a young man with a delicate face, about twelve years old, sat cross-legged on a futon, and his childish little face was dozing off with a thick look of exhaustion.

In front of the boy was a small square wooden table, on which were placed three small stoves, each with a small bowl on it, containing different shades of cyan liquid, which were bubbling and bubbling under the roasting of the fire, and were about to evaporate, but the fire did not weaken.

After a few moments, the boy finally couldn't hold on, and fell into a deep sleep on the wooden table.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but laugh dumbly, put down the bamboo slip in his hand, and gently raised his right hand, and a faint cyan air flow suddenly flowed out of his palm and landed on the three stoves, and the charcoal fire that was still in full swing cooled down in an instant.

Then, the old man pressed it in the air, and the cyan air condensed in an instant, transformed into two palms, grabbed a coat from the cabinet next to him, and gently draped it over the young man's body.

As if he felt the warmth coming from his coat, the tiredness on the young man's face was soothed. It was only then that the old man retracted his gaze with satisfaction and picked up the bamboo slip again.

However, just as the old man had just withdrawn his gaze, a thick purple lightning bolt suddenly pierced through the sky, and a deafening and breathtaking thunder sound followed closely behind.

At the same time, as if pulled by it, a thick and terrifying beast roar suddenly exploded in the village, with a sense of unruliness, mixed with a burst of shouting and scolding, breaking the quiet night of the mountain village.

Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain......

After the thunder, as if by some suggestion, a torrent of rain began to fall from the sky, and countless drops of rain fell from the sky and struck the earth like beans, making a dense wave of sound that in a moment overshadowed the roar and angry roar of the beast.

"The thunder is stinging, and the insects are leaving, and it seems that there will be a lot of trouble in this mountain for a while. In the room, the old man glanced up in the direction from which the voice at the entrance of the village came and muttered to himself.

"Listening to this momentum, it should be a second-order high-level demonic beast that broke in this time, which is really rare. With that, the old man withdrew his gaze and focused his attention on the bamboo slip again.

Yunxi Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and its location is relatively private, which is a relatively rare and safe place in the dangerous Zhongnan Mountain Range. However, even so, there are still some magical beasts that occasionally break in by mistake, causing trouble to the lives of the villagers. But fortunately, there are no particularly powerful demonic beasts in the mountains around here, so the impact of the demonic beast invasion is not very large.

The old man's name is Mu Tianfu, and he is not from Yunxi Village, but after entering here by chance with a young man four years ago, he settled down because of the simplicity of the people.

In the past four years, there have been some things like tonight that have invaded monsters before, so the old man didn't pay much attention to it, and soon immersed himself in the content of the bamboo slips.

The night was getting deeper, and even the lights in the house were much dimmer, but the sound of the thunderstorm showed no sign of stopping, but the noise of the village and the roar of the beasts slowly subsided.

After a long time, the thunder slowly dissipated, the rain gradually became lighter, and the small village in the mountains returned to calm.

But at this moment, a hurried knock on the door suddenly came from outside the courtyard door, and a deep and loud voice followed closely: "Mr. Mu, it's me, the second cow in the east of the village!" Mr. Mu ......."

Perhaps he heard the movement from outside the door, and when the old man in green shirt was about to get up, the handsome young man on the side suddenly woke up in a daze, sat up straight, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and looked at the dark courtyard gate with a puzzled expression.

"Uncle Erniu, why is he here?" whispered, the young man was about to get up and open the door, but the old man's hoarse voice sounded behind him: "Yiyang, it's cold outside, your illness has just stabilized, or I'll come!"

After speaking, the old man got up from his seat, opened the door gently, and the blue light on his body flowed faintly, and then he walked towards the courtyard.

Strange to say, the old man did not wear rain gear, but the raindrops seemed to deliberately avoid him, and the raindrops that fell on him bounced off him without exception after touching the blue light.

In the room, looking at the magical scene that happened to the old man, the young man's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression looked a little complicated.

This faint cyan light was no stranger to him, it was the unique brilliance that emerged when the wood attribute cultivator induced the power of the blood veins in his body.

In this world where martial arts are honored, yin and yang qi fill the entire heaven and earth, and from this derives all things in the world, which are the foundation of life and the root of all power.

As the darling of heaven and earth, human beings are blessed with a converter that can transform yin and yang qi into the power of their own bloodline from the moment they are born. Because it is located in the heart and resembles a palace, it is also called the heart palace, which is the foundation of human practice.

However, although everyone has the heart palace, their attributes are different. In addition to the relatively rare three attributes of wind, thunder, and ice, they can be roughly divided into five types: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, which correspond to the power of the bloodline of five different attributes.

Of course, having a heart palace does not mean that you will be able to practice. Since everyone's heart palace is born with different degrees of occlusion, only those who successfully activate the heart palace and open up the qi veins in the body can successfully attract the yin and yang qi into the body and convert it into the power of their own bloodline.

In fact, as early as two years ago, the boy successfully activated the heart palace in his body, ignited a fire attribute spirit seed in it, and opened up the smallest human network among the nine great veins in his body, such as human, mortal, dust, spirit, earth, sky, emptiness, void, and mystery, and became a cultivator of the human connection realm.

Subsequently, he practiced day and night, and it took less than a year to cultivate to the realm of the tenth layer of the human connection realm, touching the threshold of the mortal pulse realm, and his future achievements can be described as limitless.

However, just a year ago, when he was full of ambition to break through the tenth layer of the Human Connections Realm and advance to the Mortal Pulse Realm, an accident suddenly happened.

When he was able to activate the mortal veins in his body, his heart palace suddenly cracked open without warning, and he was beaten back to his original form in an instant, and his cultivation fell one layer down, and from then on, he stopped at the realm of the ninth layer of the human network realm, and he could no longer advance an inch.

In addition, his heart palace sometimes suddenly changes, eating himself, if it weren't for the old man's medicinal skills, often with his own powerful bloodline power with medicinal power to warm his heart palace, at this moment he is afraid that he would have already become a waste.

While the young man was reminiscing about the past, the old man had already arrived at the gate of the courtyard, and after a few brief words with a big man who had come in the rain, he turned around and returned to the house. And the big man hurried back again after the old man entered the house.

"Fu Bo, what is Uncle Erniu doing here, but do you want to call you to the doctor?" Feeling the cold wind blowing outside the door, the young man tightened his coat and asked softly.

"Hmm. A Vajra ape burst in tonight, and several of the guards were seriously injured and needed to be dealt with. As he spoke, the old man began to put some medicinal herbs and small jade bottles into the medicine box.

"Are there many injured people?do you need me to help?" The young man's name is Mu Yiyang, he has been with the old man since he was a child, and often follows him to the doctor.

"No need, it's raining heavily outside, so you can stay in the house and rest!" Packing up the medicine box, the old man said to the young man with a smile, and then walked out the door.