Under the afterglow of the sunset, the mountains and rivers are at dusk.

A small figure on Luoxia Peak was cultivating cross-legged, the vitality around his body was circling wantonly, but he couldn't condense it no matter what, Ye Tianchu's eyebrows couldn't help frowning, wanting to work harder to control his divine sense, his shoulders trembled slightly, and the air flow around him surged.

"Hmm..." Ye Tianchu's chest pain was unbearable, and he snorted, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

The 1,508th failed.

Ye Tianchu's eyes sank, he raised his hand to skillfully wipe away the blood stains on his mouth, the surroundings were silent, and his whole person was buried in a haze.

This is the fourth year that he has come to Luoxia Peak, but his vitality still can't be gathered, in other words, he can't practice yet. Don't... Was he really born a waste? The more Ye Tianchu thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

In the Phantom Yuan Continent, vitality is a symbol of power, and without vitality, it is equivalent to a lame person without crutches, and it is difficult to move an inch. Here the Yuan Dao realm is clearly divided, which is divided into the Tong Yuan Realm, the Earth Yuan Realm, the Tian Yuan Realm, and the Holy Yuan Realm, and each layer of the realm is divided into five levels. But when Ye Tianchu was five years old that year, he was found to have no vitality at all, let alone any first-level and second-level ones, so he became the only waste in the Phantom Yuan Continent.

No, he can't give up! He also wants to avenge his master!

Thinking of this, his fists clenched in vain.

Thoughts somehow drifted back to that day, he and Master have been wandering, it stands to reason that the traces are little known, but that day I don't know how suddenly a group of people in black came to the door, they seemed to know their situation very well, knowing that he would not be Yuanli, and he was going to the master at the beginning, and it was difficult for the master to reach a hundred with one, and one of the people there was a second-level in the Saint Yuan Realm, and the master was beaten to pieces. He will always remember that afternoon, Master's white clothes were covered with blood marks, and in the next moment, a powerful force crashed him out, and his body fell dozens of meters away, breaking countless strong bamboos, and fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Master!" Ye Tianchu's tears blurred his eyes at once, and his voice was hoarse. He hurriedly ran over to pick up the master, but when he got close to the master, he could only feel the gossamer breath. He cried even harder, tears streaming out in large gulps. At that moment, he hated himself to death, hated himself for being powerless.

Why is God so unfair, what others will do when they are born, he has gone through several twists and turns but to no avail.

"Shall we kill him as well?" A man in black asked, pointing at him and patting the person next to him.

The man sneered directly: "He doesn't even have vitality, he can afford to make big waves, let's go." With that, he leaped to his feet and leaped up into the treetops.

Ye Tianchu held the master's hand and tightened it in vain, his eyes were surging with wind and blood, he raised his head suddenly, looked at more than a dozen black suppressed figures and shouted: "If you don't kill me today, I will cut you down the grass and eradicate the roots in the future!" ”

The bamboo forest fell silent for a while, even the wind became silent, the master's face was withered, dying, and his eyes looked at him but were so firm that he said: "Ah Chu, don't give up, no one is born a waste, go to Yan Sect to practice." ”

Those were the last words he left in this world. And he followed his master's words to Yan Zong, no one was willing to accept a person who had no vitality, but because he had been favored by his master, the Yan Sect Master finally accepted him as a disciple of the sect. On the surface, he is a disciple of Yan Zong, but he can't practice martial arts and swords like a normal disciple of the sect, so he can only clean and clean, wipe the sword for the disciples in the sect or something, just like a subordinate.

It stands to reason that there are not many people on the mainland who can reach the second level of the Saint Yuan Realm, judging by the master's reaction, he knows that person, who is it? Ye Tianchu lowered his head and pondered, his expression was solemn, and the fire in his eyes was dim.

"Tianchu, what do you think, why are you so engrossed that you ignore me so many times." Xu Muxi raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, which shocked Ye Tianchu's whole body trembling, but his face quickly calmed down.

"Nothing, why are you here?"

Xu Muxi is also a disciple of Yan Zong, the level of Yuan Li is not low, and the family forces behind him are also very tough, he is a famous family of the imperial dynasty, and many of the children of Yan Zong want to have a relationship with him, but no one is close, and he is close to Ye Tianchu.

Xu Muxi sat down next to him, "I just came to ask you, the day after tomorrow is Yan Zong's annual return to the province, where are you going to go?" ”

Homecoming Day is the only day of the year when Yan Sect disciples can see their relatives, and on this day, most of the families of Yan Sect disciples will go here to reunite with their children. Those whose parents are dead or who can't come for some reason can choose to go down for a day.

Ye Tianchu has always been the latter. He boasted that his parents were dead, and at this time of year, he just went to the master's grave to see, put incense on the pillar, and stayed for a day.

"I'm going to pay my respects to Master," Ye Tianchu paused and said softly, "I haven't seen him for a long time." ”

"Okay, tomorrow my mother will come to see me, I'll leave you some good food, and you can come back soon."

Ye Tianchu nodded, few people in Yan Sect really regarded him as a fellow disciple, more as a subordinate who served them, seeing him always looked disgusted and avoided, only Xu Muxi treated him honestly, and Ye Tianchu also cherished this friendship.

"Today... Still doesn't work? Xu Muxi teased and asked.

Ye Tianchu's eyes sank, and he shook his head, he still couldn't gather Yuan Force.

To be honest, Xu Muxi rarely saw someone who fought harder than him, he had to clean all the hygiene in the Yan Sect during the day, he was called by his disciples to drink, and he had to practice hard at night, meditating for a dozen nights, and only sleeping for four hours a day.

"Oh, it's okay, the emperor lives up to his wishes, you will definitely be able to do it one day, don't forget my brother when the time comes." Xu Muxi joked while comforting, and the expression on Ye Tianchu's face was no longer so dull.

On the moon on the willow tops, Ye Tianchu still had to practice, Xu Muxi went back in order not to disturb him. Ye Tianchu practiced alone a few times, but his vitality was always sluggish, and he couldn't get together, he could be said to have more than enough heart but not enough strength. Ye Tianchu sighed, took a bath and fell asleep.

"Master! Master! Ye Tianchu screamed, sat up from the bed, his eyes were frightened, sweat broke out on his forehead, the surroundings were quiet, but his heart couldn't calm down for a long time.

He dreamed of Master, and it was the first time he had dreamed of him in four years. I don't know why, Ye Tianchu always has a strong feeling that this time he will return to the bamboo forest, he will definitely make this trip worthwhile.