C1 Misfortune and Good will Go Hand in Hand

Moonfall Valley. The woods were lush and verdant. Wild flowers were fragrant, and all sorts of strange rocks were jutting out.

At this time, his back was to the sun, and his back was also facing a 100,000 foot cliff. As he looked at this familiar and unfamiliar youth in front of him, this person from the same family as him actually held a sword in his hand, wanting to put him to death!

"Keep running, why aren't you running anymore? Aren't you the number one genius in the family? " The young man said to the young man with a sneer.

"We grew up together. We have no enmity with each other, why do you insist on killing me? Moreover, my cultivation is now crippled, so I am of no threat to you. " The youth looked at the youth with a puzzled expression and asked the biggest question in his heart.

"Without enmity? If you pretend to be stupid, then I'll let you die a clear death. " The young man's face began to twist, looking somewhat hideous under the rays of the sun.

"I'm the clan's young master, and everything in the clan should be centered around me. But since I was young, I've been covered by your devilish halo, and outsiders only know that there's a monstrous genius named Mu Yun in Mu Family, but no one knows about me, the clan's young patriarch. If it wasn't for Ah Mei agreeing to marry me, I would have crippled your dantian, but this slut married me and I'm still secretly looking for medicine for you, do you think you deserve to die?" The youth's eyes flashed with a crazy and vicious light as he approached the youth, step by step.

"So it was you who crippled my dantian." The young man let out a bitter laugh and then muttered, "Sister Ah Mei." In his mind, he saw the gentle and generous face of the girl who liked to call him "Silly Boy". She was looking at him with a smile.

"Do you think you can kill me? My fate can only be decided by myself. Even if I die, only I can decide how I die. " The youth looked at the approaching youth and his voice was calm. He turned his head slightly and looked at the canyon. "Father, Mother, Yun'er is unfilial. We will leave first and repay the two elders in the next life!" He leaped up, filled with unwillingness and relief, and then down over the 30,000-meter cliff.

The youth was a disciple of Tianhe City, called Mu Yun, with extraordinary talent. At the age of eight, he detected a ninth stage yellow Spiritual Vein, and at the age of twelve, he reached the peak of Martial Essence Stage. At that time, his Tianhe City could be said to have shook the world, and he was known as the most monstrous genius in the history of Tianhe City. But overnight, his dantian had been damaged, his cultivation had been lost, and he had become an ordinary person without any cultivation.

His father, Mu Tian, was also a genius in Tianhe City. At forty years old, he was at the peak of Martial Sky Stage and was actually the strongest in Tianhe City. In order to treat Mu Yun, he asked everywhere for medicine but to no avail. In the end, he heard that there was a type of Fire Lingzhi that could cure Mu Yun's Dantian, so he stepped out of the Mu Family.

Mu Yun, on the other hand, had been reduced from a monstrous genius to an ordinary person. Naturally, he was unavoidably criticized and rolled his eyes, and at first, everyone was afraid of Mu Tian, but after a while, very few people paid attention to him. All kinds of insults and bullying, but Mu Yun had buried his grievances deep in his heart, because he knew that in this world, strength reigned supreme.

The young man chasing Mu Yun was called Mu Xiong, he was the eldest son of the Patriarch Mu Qian, and also the successor of the Patriarch. He was three years older than Mu Yun, and was twenty this year.

… ….

"Hiss, damn! It hurts!" Mu Yun woke slowly, struggling to open his eyes. His head hurt, his hands hurt, his feet hurt, and he hurt wherever Zheng Quan felt.

"A towering cliff … I actually didn't fall to my death." He endured the pain and struggled to sit up, "Is this the bottom of the Falling Moon Valley?" He looked around and muttered to himself.

The surroundings were a stretch of towering ancient trees. The sunlight was sparse, shining through the gaps between the leaves and sprinkling onto the fallen leaves, adding a bit of golden color to the land.

Suddenly, a red light flew out from Mu Yun's body and hovered in front of Mu Yun.

As the red light faded, a Longsword appeared. The sword sheath was covered with rust, some parts of it had already been pierced through, and the rusted sword blade inside was visible, looking tattered.

"Isn't that the broken sword I played with when I was young? We've been missing for so many years, why are you here? " Mu Yun slowly reached out towards the broken sword while enduring the pain.

The moment Mu Yun's fingers touched the broken sword, he had a feeling that there was a strange connection between the sword and himself, as if the sword was a part of his body.

"Shua!" Then, it turned into a stream of light and flew into Mu Yun's shriveled and damaged Dantian. A gray fog came out of the broken sword and flowed inside his Dantian.

A strange thing happened. Mu Yun's damaged Dantian started to recover miraculously after the grey fog passed through it. The fog that was moving around his body also started to heal the injuries on his body.

The broken bones and torn flesh quickly recovered, but the damaged Dantian recovered very slowly, so slowly that you couldn't even feel it if you didn't look carefully. However, Mu Yun still couldn't help but want to shout out loud.

Five years. He had been a trash for five years and had suffered five years of humiliation. His father had left him for five years in order to cure him, and there had been no news of him at all.

One drop at a time, one minute at a time. Although it was slow, Mu Yun was very patient and waited quietly. A quarter of an hour, half an hour... One hour, four hours …

When his injury was completely healed and his Dantian was complete, Mu Yun was dismayed to find that his ninth stage yellow rank Inherent skill, Spiritual Vein, had become a first stage yellow rank.

The Spiritual Vein s were born next to the Dantian and were divided into Heaven and Earth, Profound, Yellow, and Fourth Stage. The yellow rank was the lowest and each stage was also divided into nine levels. The higher the stage and grade, the closer one was to spirit energy and the faster one could absorb it. Spiritual Vein were born unchangeable, and this was something that would never change. However, Mu Yun's ninth stage Yellow Rank Spiritual Vein had actually become a first stage Yellow Rank Spiritual Vein. This was something he could not accept at the moment.

At least he could cultivate now. Although his talent was not as good as in the past, as long as he put in ten times or even a hundred times more effort than before, he would definitely be able to match up to or even surpass before.

Sitting cross-legged, Mu Yun started to operate the Circulatory Cycle Revolution on a small scale. The surrounding spiritual energy also slowly entered his meridians along with his movements and flowed into his dantian at an extraordinarily slow speed. Compared to his previous self, it was like comparing heaven and earth.

Gradually, Mu Yun found that all the spiritual energy he absorbed would be completely absorbed into the broken sword in his dantian. Then, the energy would be released from the broken sword and stored in his dantian.

The spiritual energy he absorbed was jade-green like the spiritual energy that came out from the broken sword. It was jade-green with a trace of gray that could not be seen by the naked eye. If it wasn't in his dantian, he would definitely not be able to tell anything different from the other spiritual energy.

"You're not going to digest my spiritual energy and spit out some trash, are you?" Mu Yun muttered in his heart. If that was really the case, it would be a tragedy.

Then, he stood up, gathered the last bit of spiritual qi in his dantian into his palm, and patted a small pine tree that was the size of a bowl.

"Crunch."

With a crisp sound, the small tree snapped under Mu Yun's surprised gaze.

Mu Yun was in disbelief. He looked at his palm and the broken tree and mumbled as if he was in a dream: "Is this for real? In the past, I could only break such a thick pine tree with my palm when I was at the second level of Martial Spirit Stage. Now, I have yet to recover my first level Martial Spirit Stage. "

Mu Yun suppressed his excitement and sat down cross-legged, continuing to absorb spiritual energy. When there was another trace of gray spiritual energy in his dantian, Mu Yun once again found a bowl-sized pine tree. After carefully checking that there was nothing wrong with the tree, he slapped the pine tree again, but the result was the same as before, the pine tree snapped at his waist.

The results of the second experiment made Mu Yun howl with excitement. No wonder he was so excited, even though he was absorbing the spiritual energy slowly and there was only a third of it left after being filtered by the broken sword, the quality of this spiritual energy had increased by 4-5 times.

If he were to recover to his previous peak Martial Essence Stage, he would definitely be able to escape safely from the ordinary second level of Martial Sky Stage. How could anyone not be excited at this?

Mu Yun couldn't wait any longer and sat cross-legged on the ground. He fought for every second, and started to absorb spiritual energy to cultivate. When he was hungry and thirsty, he would find some fruits to satisfy his hunger and when he was tired, he would rest on the ground for a while before continuing his cultivation.