C1 A Young Man Guarding a Grave

Endless Sea, Coiled Dragon City, Jiang Family Cemetery.

Pah pah pah pah!

At this moment, a delicate and pretty youth with a frail body was practicing a set of fist technique while stepping on his horse.

The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had bright eyebrows and was brimming with determination. Although he didn't look very strong, his every move was accompanied by an ear-splitting sound.

With every punch, a faint golden brilliance would appear around his body, bringing a trace of faint radiance to the dark and gloomy grave.

After cultivating for several hours in a single breath, the youth slowly restrained his breath and let out a mouthful of foul air. He looked at his fists and shook his head as he muttered to himself, "I still can't. Even if I have to put in so much effort, I still can't break through.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Jiang Ting, you trash, have you still not given up?"

At this moment, a disharmonious voice broke the silence of the mausoleum garden. Subsequently, a young man in embroidered clothes swaggered in, surrounded by a few servants.

Jiang Ting's expression instantly turned cold and he spoke with some hostility: "Jiang Ping, what are you doing here?"

"Hmph, you think I want to come to this damn place? Such bad luck! " Jiang Ping scolded in annoyance, and then, he looked at Jiang Ting with a playful look and said: "You bastard, I came here to tell you a good news. Young miss of the Zhang Family will be visiting your house tomorrow. "When that time comes, you have to be there. Hehe, although it will only be a disgrace if you go, you have to put on an act on the surface."

Hearing the word bastard, Jiang Ting's eyes immediately spouted fire. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Jiang Ping! "Don't go too far!"

"Too much? Hehe, you are just a trash. Your bloodline is destined to never awaken. Even if you have the chance to do so, you will only be trash! "Hmph, let's go!"

Jiang Ping squinted his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised to form a smile of contempt, and he left while cursing.

Bloodline was the key to determining a cultivator's level of achievement. It could be divided into nine grades.

The first rank was the highest while the ninth rank was the lowest.

Different bloodlines would bring about different special effects. For example, people who possessed the bloodline of the Throwing Eagle would be able to soar into the clouds and soar into the sky.

And the Jiang Family, was one of the few thousand years old families, its status was only second to a supreme existence like the Coiling Dragon Mansion.

Jiang Ting's father, who was also the previous owner of the Jiang Family, possessed the seventh grade Earth Dragon's bloodline and was known as the strongest genius in the past hundred years. Before he was even thirty years old, he cultivated the Bone Refining Stage and became a powerful Martial Master.

However, Jiang Ting's mother was an ordinary person with mixed bloodlines. According to common sense, only if both parents had superior bloodlines would they be able to produce a better descendant.

It was also because of this that the combination of the two met with the full opposition of the Jiang Family's inner members.

However, Jiang Kaifeng still suppressed the criticism of the crowd, married Jiang Ting's mother, and gave birth to Jiang Ting.

Although he could not cultivate it to a very profound realm and did not have a superior bloodline, with the protection of the Patriarch Jiang Kaifeng, his days were relatively peaceful and stable. Furthermore, with the help of his identity as the Young Lord of Jiang Family, he married another large clan's Zhang Family.

However, all of this changed drastically a year ago.

For some unknown reason, Jiang Kaifeng had actually snuck into the Sacred Grounds hidden in the Coiling Dragon Mansion and stole the secret treasures, getting heavily injured by the experts in the Coiling Dragon Mansion. Not long after he returned home, he suddenly died.

Jiang Ting's mother became ill from worry due to his heartbreak. Not long after, he died.

Because Jiang Kaifeng and Yin Rou were already dead, the Coiling Dragon Mansion did not investigate into Yang Kaifeng's intrusion into the Sacred Grounds. Even so, his position in the Coiled Dragon City still suffered a heavy blow.

Losing the protection of his parents, Jiang Ting's position as a cheap Young Lord, plummeted greatly. He was sent to the cemetery outside the city, where he became the guardian of the Jiang Family and struggled to live his life.

Waiting until everyone had left, Jiang Ting who had been silent all this while suddenly raised his foot like a madman and ran in front of the two short tombs in the cemetery. He kneeled on the ground, raised his fist and smashed it into the ground.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of explosions could be heard, both of his hands had already ruptured, and blood was flowing out, but Jiang Ting seemed to be unable to feel any pain, and was frantically striking out.

"Why? Why? Why is my bloodline unable to awaken? Father, mother, why did you leave me? "Sob, sob …"

"Miss Zhang Family, isn't she my betrothed? There must be a reason why you chose to pay them a visit at this time! "

Jiang Ting had a bad premonition. In fact, he had probably already guessed that he had lost the Young Lord's identity and status, and the other party might very well be here to break the engagement!

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting couldn't help but clench his fists, his veins bulged and his fingernails dug into his flesh, feeling no pain at all.

"Father, what's the use of you leaving me with the Great Brahma Dragon Fist? If my foundation is insufficient, then no matter how high my fist technique is, it is just empty talk! If Zhang Xinyan really comes tomorrow to end the engagement, what should I do? "

"Hehe, whatever. Perhaps, this is my fate. Since it is already hard to escape from, why not just give up on resisting and end it. If that's the case, I have my dignity."

Jiang Ting laughed miserably, coming up with the plan of suicide. He stood up, but did not immediately make a move, but picked up a broom from his residence and started to clean up every grave in the mausoleum one by one.

"What is buried here are all the ancestors of my Jiang Family. No matter what, I am a part of the Jiang Family. Before I die, at least let me be filial! "

Jiang Ting laughed at himself. He tightened his grip on the broom even more.

His palm had long since burst open, and blood flowed from the broom onto the ground.

Jiang Ting ignored them, and continued to blindly sweep the tomb, but when he spotted a nameless grave, he suddenly stopped.

On the monolith, there were no names recorded, nor did anyone show any signs of being swept. Standing alone in a corner of the mausoleum garden, no one cared about it. Over time, the grave had already been covered by a thick layer of dust.

"Sigh, I presume that you are also a part of Jiang Family, and in the end, aren't you still of the same fate as me? Even if they die, no one will care about them.

Jiang Ting shook his head, raised his broom and cleaned this nameless grave.

As he gently wiped away the dust on the stone monument, the originally ordinary stone monument suddenly began to shine with a dazzling light!

"What's going on?" Jiang Ting was bewildered as he retreated a few steps.

Suddenly, a resplendent golden light flew out from the stone tablet and entered between Jiang Ting's eyebrows.

He felt as if someone had mercilessly hit him with a wooden stick. His mind was extremely muddled, and he almost fell asleep. Soon after, an extremely arrogant laughter resounded in his mind.

"Hahahahahaha!" Five hundred years! Five hundred years! I, Jiang Qianqiu, have finally seen the light of day again! "

This voice sounded like it belonged to a middle-aged man. His voice was sonorous and powerful, every word was loud and clear, like a great bell and great rune. It shook Jiang Ting until his mind went numb, he had just cleared his mind and almost fell into a trance again.

"What's going on? Jiang Qianqiu, who is he? How come I've never heard of it! "

Even though Jiang Ting was somewhat muddleheaded, his brain reacted extremely quickly. He quickly determined that the source of the voice was definitely the golden light that had drilled into his mind!

"Who are you? Why did you enter my body? "

"Hahaha, junior, listen carefully!" My name is Jiang Qianqiu, according to my seniority, you should call me Ancestral Founder once, but, laozi is not a person who likes to follow the rules, when I was sealed, I was thirty-five, and according to my age, you can just teach me Uncle Jiang! " Jiang Qianqiu's incomparably domineering voice sounded out once again.

"Jiang Qianqiu? A senior from the Jiang Family? But why have I never heard of it? " Jiang Ting said with vigilance.

"Hmm? Junior, you actually haven't heard of my name, could it be! "

Jiang Qianqiu's voice contained a bit more shock, and he anxiously asked: "Junior, tell me about the current situation of the Coiled Dragon City!"

Facing this suddenly revived Jiang Family Ancestor, although Jiang Ting was a little doubtful, he still told him the truth about the situation regarding Coiled Dragon City.

"What?" Right now, the person in charge was actually Coiling Dragon Mansion! Hahahaha! Indeed, indeed! " After Jiang Qianqiu heard this, his tone was filled with grief and indignation. "What a great Coiling Dragon Mansion! It was all a conspiracy! It was all a trick! Five hundred years ago, you buried me here, but today, I, Jiang Qianqiu, am back! Junior, listen carefully. You will remember every single word that I say next. This is the biggest secret of my Jiang Family! "