C3 The sick cat young man from other worlds

This place was called the Immortal World, a place that was on the same level as the human world!

Inside the Immortal World:

He raised his emaciated hand. The young man laughed at himself, then smashed the wall with all his might. In a split-second, the color of blood seeped into the pure white walls. His similarly no longer pure white hands shook with difficulty, feeling the calluses on his palms, as if this was the only way to prove that he had ever existed.

It was a deep night and the entire mountain peak was brightly lit. Only this courtyard was left, and it was so dark that it was as if no one had entered for many years. One bite, how many years had he eaten?

The Brilliant Peak, where the main base of the Yunzhe Sect was located. Speaking of Yun Zhe, there was a time when everyone in the southern part of the capital knew about him. It was a pity that during the calamity seventeen years ago, even though the fame was still there, not many geniuses had appeared. However, even if that was the case, the Brilliant Peak was still the sole power of the Yunzhe Sect.

Many rich farmers want to send their children up the mountain, hoping to learn a move and a half so that they can shine in the future. However, the Yunzhe Sect respected the clan, so outsiders wouldn't be able to learn much from it. Only a disciple with the surname Zheng would be able to touch the best cultivation technique. It was an easy task for someone who had mastered it to the point where they could kill as many people as they wanted.

On the peak of the Brilliant Mountain, a thin and frail youth was weeping softly.

"Why am I so weak?" the young man thought bitterly. Raising his dantian, he shouted as white light started flashing around his body. In the eyes of ordinary people, just one person was enough to make one shine. Not only was it amazing, it was also amazing. It was a pity that anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that the white light surrounding them had not even reached the threshold. They could not even be considered to have entered the sect. The amount of mystical Qi on this youth's body was so little that it could even be compared to a child who had cultivated for a month.

On this continent, all sorts of magic techniques were available. There were body practitioners and weapon craftsmen. Those who were unorthodox would go in search of beasts and practice demonic arts. However, the ability of the majority of the cultivators still depended on how strong their mystical Qi was. When it was used, it could call upon the natural powers of the outside world to summon wind and rain. There were also ranks for mystical Qi, white, cyan, blue, purple, and red, and each rank had a seventh rank. When it was used, one's body would shine with a brilliant light, from white to red, indicating a person's strength. A red level 1 expert could hold an important position in a large sect like Yun Zhe. As for some special techniques, some of them were strange, while others were green and black. However, they were rare. Above the red light, almost all of them were natural born prodigies, but they were rarely seen.

According to Wu Bo, his father was already a Red light rank 4 cultivator, no wonder he could live peacefully as the sect head of the Yun Zhe faction. It was a pity that he, eh, no wonder his father had never looked at him directly before.

Why was he so weak? The eldest son of the Master of the Yunzhe Sect, the eldest son of Yunzhe, Zheng Yu, stared at the dark sky. There was going to be a thunderstorm again. Ever since he started cultivating, he hadn't had a single free night. But now, he couldn't even beat a gatekeeper. Was he really going to continue cultivating? Or maybe it was time to give up.

His body swayed, his body was unable to withstand the pressure, and his heart was unable to bear the pressure.

He didn't know why, but Zheng Yu had never been able to cultivate mystical Qi since he was young, so no one else had mentioned it. He was shocked when his younger brother, Zheng Qi, was ten years old and his father taught him how to travel and cultivate mystical Qi. At that time, he was already thirteen, but no one had ever told him about cultivating. He begged his father to teach him. His father didn't say anything. He just threw over a book of basic martial arts and snorted coldly before leaving.

At that time, they were all children, so they didn't think too much when they got what they wanted. They started cultivating when they were thirteen, and today was their seventeenth birthday. It was a full five years.

In five years, he hadn't made the slightest bit of progress. At first, he thought that his method was wrong, so he went to ask others to explain it to him. Some people grinded against him, but after following the instructions, he felt that the little bit of qi he had gathered soon dissipated, disappearing without a trace. He thought his body was weak, so he trained every day. Without going out for a day, he practiced all kinds of training methods in the small courtyard and suffered a lot. However, his body was still weak.

Furthermore, even if it was a normal person, even if they did not have talent, their body would not get any stronger after five years of training. Every few days, they would start to feel a dull ache in their chest, and every few days, they would start to get sick.

Sometimes Zheng Yu himself felt that he was just a cat, a sick cat, he thought self-deprecatingly. After that, he took a deep breath and practiced a set of boxing techniques. However, after a few moves, his chest felt stuffy and his luck began to slow.

Cough, cough, a gust of air rushed over, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The dark red liquid splashed onto the white sand, which was very vivid.

Zheng Yu let out a long sigh. How long had he been training? How much time had he spent in this small courtyard and the dense forest behind the mountain. Since he was young, his father had never been able to talk to him. Wu Bo was always taking care of him, but his mother was always taking care of him.

Mom, what a strange phrase. I've never remembered to say a word since other children have heard it countless times. No, no, I've only said it more than once in my dreams, but that white robed figure kept walking further and further away, never turning back. What was she really like? I want to, I want to, I want to see one, it's good to see one.

Why did my father never mention my mother? Zheng Yu could not help but sigh. His father even wished to talk to him, let alone talk about his mother. Let's ask Uncle Wu.

Speaking of Wu Bo, Zheng Yu felt a bit of happiness in his heart. In this place, there was probably only one person who would still care about him. He didn't know why he had been bullied since he was young. His father didn't care, and his second and third uncle didn't care either. Although he was a great young master in name, even the janitor's disciple looked like a cripple.

But Wu Bo was different. He was kind and amiable to everyone. Perhaps others didn't have anything to do with him, but in his eyes, Wu Bo was especially nice to him. He did not have a servant girl, only Uncle Wu who brought him food every day. He had been raised by Wu Bo since he was young, and he was the only one who could speak. If there was anything he didn't understand and no one wanted to tell him, he could only ask the old man.

Just as Zheng Yu was thinking to himself, there was a ruckus outside. He couldn't help but shiver.

"Where is he?" There was a loud noise, and five teenagers around the age of fifteen or sixteen walked over. In the middle was a good-looking teenager with slightly bright eyes and a drooping eyebrows. He had a warm face, but there was an unspeakable gloominess about him. Although the others had come together, they seemed to have placed him in the middle of them, like a bow to the moon. He was the most outstanding disciple of the seventeen generations of Yun Zhe, Zheng Qi.

"Trash, young master is in a good mood today. Let me inform you of a happy occasion." The first to enter the door saw Zheng Yu and shouted.

Zheng Yu carefully recognized him. Although there was no light in the yard, this person would often stay by Zheng Qi's side. He naturally didn't know his name, but he had been humiliated and mocked quite a few times.

Just by thinking about it, he knew that a child whose health was poor, who could not cultivate and who no one was willing to care about would naturally be ridiculed and teased by his peers. Furthermore, no one stepped forward to help him. Even if he were to resist a few times when he was young, he wouldn't be able to escape the fate of being beaten up. Hour was a simple tease. Later on, when the others had mastered it, Zheng Yu could not help but suffer a big loss. This was also the reason why he rarely went out.

He had been hiding from them, but now that they had come knocking on his door, he had nowhere to go. Zheng Yu could only brace himself and head over.

Zheng Qi walked up to the door and chuckled. He didn't take another step forward. He turned around and spoke to the people behind him. Usually, no one would clean this courtyard, so he decided not to enter. The surrounding people naturally nodded and laughed, those who came first jumped out and hurriedly said, "Young master is right, it's too dirty, trash like you don't even know how to clean." The last sentence was directed towards Zheng Yu.

He was used to being bullied, but Zheng Yu was not angry, after taking advantage of the situation, his body started to suffer, he did not say anything, but just stood inside the door and watched coldly.

Seeing that he didn't react, Zheng Qi couldn't help but snort and said, "I'm not here to see your smelly face today, but I soon have a wife. Since you know her, I'll come over to inform you, so remember to be more respectful when you see her.

He knew that Zheng Qi wasn't lying to him, but since he didn't leave his house and knew a few girls, even if he knew them well, why would he come and talk to him about them?

Thinking about the girl he was familiar with, Zheng Yu's eyebrows only slightly furrowed, and then he couldn't help but cry out, his face instantly becoming deathly pale. How could it be her?

...

Zheng Qi left.

Seeing that Zheng Yu's expression changed, Zheng Qi smiled. He knew that Zheng Yu already knew who that person was and that he had achieved his goal. This time, there was no need to say anything. The person in front of him was no different from a dead dog.

He walked away satisfied.

So it was her. Zheng Yu already couldn't see the others leave. He only had one thought in his mind: the one who wants to marry Zheng Qi is Tang Cai'Er.

Yun Zhe was a great sect. Naturally, he would communicate with other great sects. The Jing Yun Sect's reputation was not inferior to Yun Zhe's, and they accepted many female disciples. Tang Cai'Er was a well-known figure in the younger generation of Jing Yun, and her skills were not low, but her status as the chief elder of Jing Yun Sect was not the most famous either. Tang Cai'Er was a renowned figure in the younger generation of Jing Yun, and her skills were not low, but she was actually the second best in the younger generation of Jing Yun Sect.