Nine Heavens Continent, Minglan Kingdom, Xishui City.

It's spring and the little city on the edge of the Wuthering Forest is full of life.

On a street that is not bustling, a few young green grasses stubbornly emerge from the gap in the bluestone paved on the ground, but they are soon ruthlessly trampled under the feet of the pedestrians who hurry by.

Only the vines that stood tall above climbed the courtyard wall unscrupulously, poking their heads out and looking curiously at the crowd of people waiting in front of the courtyard gate.

These men and women were young and old, nobles and merchants dressed in fine costumes, and ordinary commoners, and under normal circumstances, it was unlikely that these people would have gathered together in such a disparate manner.

Regardless of their status, all of them had similar expressions on their faces, expecting to wait with a hint of anxiety, and kept looking inside the door, but they couldn't see anything because of the walls inside.

If it weren't for the fact that the entrance was guarded by two samurai armed with weapons, and the word "Sanctuary" hung above the main entrance, these people would have rushed in to see what was going on.

Although Han Mutian was inside the Templar Chamber, his mood was far more anxious than the people waiting outside, because it was his thirteen-year-old eldest son who was now receiving the Templar Warrior's Fighting Spirit.

The Nine Heavens Continent is a world of vindictive spirit, everyone is born with spiritual sources and spiritual powers, but only about half of them have the talent to become warriors.

And among these half people, on average, only one out of thirty or forty people was able to successfully open up the twelve Dou Qi meridian channels, thus opening up the sea of star qi and becoming a true warrior.

Han Mutian's eldest son was born with abundant spiritual power and had a high talent, and he also poured most of his efforts into this son, and on this dough qi pulse that was presided over by the Holy Hall once a year and only had one chance for ordinary people, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to secretly dredge it, so that his son was successfully placed on the list of Templar Sogo.

Suo Ge, who was in his forties, was the chief warrior of the Templar Xishui City Branch, and his strength had reached the level of a fourth-order earth warrior, a whole step higher than the other two third-order high-level martial artists who presided over the Dou Qi channel.

Although it is said that because of the limited endurance of ordinary people's Dou Qi meridians, the level of the person in charge of the pulse has little impact on the success of the pulse hedge, as long as the samurai above the third order can use the secret method, the probability of success of the higher-level samurai is always a little higher.

And whether Han Mutian's eldest son Chongmai can succeed is not only related to his future, but also closely related to the future and fate of Han Mutian's family.

Now that it was a critical moment, the solemn-faced Suo Ge pressed his right palm on the young man's abdomen, guiding the innate spiritual power in his body to impact the Dou Qi meridians.

The thirteen-year-old boy kneeling on the carpet had his eyes closed, his face was full of pain, and large drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Seeing his son's painful appearance, Han Mutian's whole heart couldn't help but pinch up.

"Ahh

The boy suddenly screamed, suddenly threw his head back backwards, and fell completely unconscious on the carpet!

Sogo slowly withdrew his right palm, then stood up and shook his head at Han Mutian, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Han Mutian suddenly fell into an ice cave, which meant that his eldest son had little hope of becoming a warrior!

Generally, when the meridians of a person with samurai talent are firmly formed at the age of twelve or thirteen, they are most suitable for the Dou Qi Pulse to open up the sea of star qi, and it is extremely difficult to succeed if the meridians are completely condensed at the age of one or two years old.

However, there is a certain amount of damage to the meridians, although it is said that whether it is successful or failed, this damage will gradually recover, but usually ordinary people can only withstand the Dou Qi pulse once, and if you want to become a samurai again after failure, the possibility of success is extremely low.

It's just that now Han Mutian can't think about these anymore, and hurriedly rushed to his son's side, and the fate of the family was completely left behind by him.

At the moment, he only cares about his son's condition.

"It doesn't matter, he's just in a coma for a while and will wake up at night. Sogo on the side said softly: "There are still a few days to pay attention to rest, and you can't let him go out and walk around." ”

"Your son is very talented, but unfortunately his willpower is not strong enough, the path of a warrior may not be suitable for him, the Holy Temple will give you a mantra of the heart, so that he can quickly repair the damaged meridians by practicing it, and if he is lucky enough, he may have a chance to succeed in rushing the pulse on his own. ”

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Han Mutian hugged his son and said gratefully.

Although he was not a samurai, he also knew that Suo Go's words were purely out of comfort, the probability of ordinary people succeeding in rushing on their own was extremely low and the conditions were harsh, and it was not an exaggeration to describe it as one in ten thousand, and only the genius children of those powerful and wealthy families had such a possibility.

Suo Ge nodded, waved his hand and signaled that Han Mutian could go out, and someone else in charge would send him a mental formula.

At this time, there was a sudden cheer of excitement from the side, it turned out to be another teenager who was tested at the same time, and he had successfully rushed to the pulse and had opened up a sea of star qi!

This means that the young man has embarked on a bright road with one foot, and his father, who is also with him, is naturally very happy.

However, while the father was happy, he looked at Han Mutian with gloating eyes, and his face was full of smugness.

Han Mutian's heart couldn't help but sink, because he was very familiar with the other party, speaking of which, this person was still his close brother, whose name was Han Linhai, and the eldest son of both was born in the same year.

But there is no trace of kinship between the two families in Xishui City, but they have been fighting openly and secretly for more than ten years, but Han Mutian has always had the upper hand steadily.

And now that Han Linhai's son has successfully become a warrior and is qualified to enter the Sanctuary to learn advanced martial arts and fighting skills, Han Mutian's son has failed to rush the pulse, and the future situation is difficult to say.

If Han Linhai is really allowed to gain power, with the other party's open-mindedness, Han Mutian's situation in Xishui City will definitely become very difficult.

Without giving his old rival a chance to continue to be proud, Han Mutian took the mantra from the Templar and hurriedly left the Templar with his son in his arms.

"Master, what's wrong with the young master?"

The old housekeeper, who was waiting anxiously in the crowd outside the door, was startled when he saw Han Mutian's appearance come out, and hurriedly asked, "Do you want me to go to the pharmacist?"

Many knowledgeable nobles next to him understood what was going on, and a few of them suddenly had mocking looks on their faces, while a few of them looked a little disappointed.

Han Mutian said in a deep voice with a blue face: "It's okay, you don't need to find a pharmacist, let's go home and talk about it." ”

The old housekeeper didn't dare to ask more, so he hurriedly helped separate the crowd of onlookers in front of him, and took Han Mutian back to the carriage parked on the side of the street.

As they left, there was a faint chatter behind them, some of which were gloating.

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