C1 Young Man Zheng Zi-nuo

"Zinuo, the sun is already setting, why aren't you getting up?" A young woman with a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure. She pushed open a luxuriously decorated door and walked in slowly. She gently patted the little boy's butt, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and said dotingly.

"En... Mother." Hearing this, the little boy drowsily sat up and used his tender hands to rub his eyes. He said with some grief, "Mother, I just had that strange dream again. That brother and sister in the dream are so pitiful. That hateful uncle is too fierce."

"Hehe..." The young woman was slightly stunned, wondering why her son often had such a strange dream. But then she smiled and patted his little head to comfort him gently, "Zinuo, be good. It was just a dream. You can think about it in the day and dream in the night. It must be that our little Zinuo really wants to learn martial arts. That's why he often has that dream of fighting. "

"Oh, really?" Zinuo pouted his mouth and seemed to be deep in thought. His appearance was very lovable.

"Of course, get up quickly. Don't forget that today is the day of the Martial Talent Test. Only once a year. You are already eight years old this year. You have just reached the qualification for the Martial Talent Exam. We agreed yesterday. You're still sleeping so late today, what a lazy bum. Your father and your brother are waiting for you outside." The young woman quickly helped the little boy put on his clothes as she continued,

"Your big brother tested his talent three years ago. It was a blue martial soul. The Innate Heavenly Soul Power is at level nine. This is already an incredible thing for an ordinary family like us. As long as your big brother works hard the day after tomorrow, he will definitely be able to make a name for himself in the future. It's even to the extent that... You must work hard too... I hope you're not weaker than your brother's talent."

"Oh, I understand." The little boy nodded in confusion and quickly put on his clothes in excitement. He followed the young woman out of the room. For a child of his age, as long as he went out to play, he would be happier than anything else.

This was the Sun Martial Empire, one of the two great empires of Sun Moon Continent. Just like the other empire, the two empires were both warlike countries. The people prioritized civil and military power more than civil power. Each of the provinces of the two empires had different sizes of Martial Cultivation Hall. Martial Cultivation Hall was jointly established by the two empires and the Divine Sect. It covered almost all of the provinces in the Sun Moon Continent. The main task of the Martial Cultivation Hall was to excavate and nurture martial artists from the people of the two empires and Divine Sect.

Both empires had an unwritten rule, and that was, everyone in the Sun Moon Continent. As long as a child reached the age of eight, they would be sent to the Martial Cultivation Hall to undergo the test of their talent on the first day of March every year. From there, it was determined whether they were suitable for martial cultivation. Once they were suitable for martial cultivation, they would be required to enter a martial arts school to study.

Of course, there was nothing absolute. There were still many individual forces and sects in the two empires. They had families or sects' unique inheritances, and they enjoyed special rights. Some big families and powerful sects could even be self-sufficient without taking orders from the Divine Sect and the two empires. They lived a life that was isolated from the world.

The little boy's surname was Zheng and his name was Zinuo. He was eight years old this year, and was the youngest son of Zheng Changfeng, the 27th Grade Martial Master of the Sun Martial Empire's City B. His elder brother, Zheng Zizhou, was eleven years old this year. Three years ago, he had reached the ninth level of the Soul Force in the Martial Talent Test. At that time, it had shocked the entire City B.

After having breakfast in a hurry, Zheng Changfeng took his two sons and drove the carriage towards the center of the City B - Martial Cultivation Hall. As the Zheng family lived in a sparsely populated area in the outskirts of City B, Hence, There was still a long way to go to City B.

Although Zheng Changfeng was a level 27 martial master and was a famous teacher in the City B's intermediate Martial Cultivation Hall, he kept a low profile. It could be seen from the fact that he personally drove the carriage for his two sons.

Along the way, Zheng Zinuo was still sleepy. The excitement of having just come out to play had been completely replaced by sleepiness. Now, he was leaning against the wall of the carriage and laughing.

Zheng Zizhou, who was sitting across from him, couldn't help but frown when he saw his brother being so lazy. He pushed his shoulder and used his young and tender voice to teach him a lesson, "Little brother, wake up. When we arrive in Martial Cultivation Hall, you will be tested for your martial talent. You must know that you are not a child of an ordinary family. Your father is a level 27 martial master. Your brother is a level 14 martial artist. If you act like this, others will laugh at you. "

Zheng Zizhou had inherited the stern and dignified side of his father, but Zheng Zinuo was more like his mother, and he had a more refined temperament.

Hearing his brother's words, Zheng Zinuo closed his eyes and rubbed them hard. He wanted to get rid of the sleepiness that kept invading his body. Then he made a face at Zheng Zizhou and said, "I know, brother is more long-winded than mother."

Zheng Zizhou smiled bitterly when he heard that. Towards this cute little brother, He was also at his wit's end. After thinking for a while, he said, "Brother, let me tell you about the test of your talent. If you take the talent test immediately, it won't be bad."