In the Cangwu Continent, Shangwu turned into a wind, thousands of sects, and empires.

There were hundreds of millions of martial artists. There were matchless martial artists who were founded on martial arts. There were even martial emperors who ruled over the world and overlooked all living things.

Martial Soul was the essence of a martial artist. Only by awakening one's own Martial Soul could one absorb the essence of the world, temper one's body, forge bones, and wash away filth and marrow.

The Martial Soul was as complex as the stars. It was divided into natural, weapon, heterogeneous, bloodline, Martial Soul, and so on. There were even rare Martial Soul of an Imperial Divine Beast.

The Martial Souls were divided into five levels: Yellow, Black, Earth, Heaven, and Saint. Each level was also divided into nine levels.

Martial Soul was the martial arts consciousness of most of the martial artists in the Cangwu Continent. Only when they successfully awakened their own Martial Soul could they truly enter the path of martial arts.

It could be said that the ultimate achievement of a warrior was closely related to his awakened Martial Soul. The higher the level of the Martial Soul, the greater the future achievements of a warrior.

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In the back mountain of the Shen family in Lin Yuan City, the Luo Yue Kingdom.

The forbidden area, the white bone cave, and the Wanli Cliff.

"Condensing!"

With a shout, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a sharp sword silver light condensed behind him.

The shadow flashed for a while and stopped, leaving only a streak of light behind him, which meant that the young man had awakened the first-grade Yellow-grade sword soul.

In the Youlan Mountain, the sound of water covered everything. The young man had no time to take off his clothes. He lay on his back in the pool and floated quietly on the water.

This was the first time he failed to condense a Martial Soul!

The young man looked up at the sky, feeling as if he was sitting in a well and watching the sky.

The bottom of the mountain stream was called the White Bone Cave, but in fact, it was the grave of the family's loser.

It was said that when the dark night came, only the white bone ghost could be heard crying, which was cold and deep.

The young man's name was Shen Chen, the former young master of the Shen family in Lin Yuan City. He was now a 'cripple'.

The Shen family was one of the major families in Lin Yuan City, and there were talents in their generation.

The previous head of the family had even broken through to the third level of the Sky Martial Arts Realm, ranking at the apex of the entire kingdom.

All of this was from the perspective of outsiders. After all, family struggles were cruel.

In order to make the family's ranking reach the peak, the clansmen who failed to awaken their life-bonded Martial Soul were abandoned into the forbidden area.

He only gave a small amount of food every day until he died of old age.

Three months ago, when the family awakened their Martial Soul, Shen Chen only awakened a silver light.

A Yellow Grade One Martial Soul was the lowest level of Martial Soul. It could even be called a loser.

In the entire Shen family, only Shen Chen's awakened martial soul was of the lowest level. He had always been the number one genius in Lin Yuan City. His fate was instantly reversed and he became a joke for everyone.

The Martial Arts Realm was at the first nine levels of the Yellow Martial Arts Realm. It was used to melt the skin, refine the flesh, cast the muscles and forge the bones, and wash away the filth and marrow.

The higher the level of a martial artist's awakened life-bonded Martial Soul, the faster their cultivation speed would be, and the higher their chances of breaking through to the ninth level of the Yellow Martial Arts Realm would be.

Shen Chen had only awakened the first-class Yellow Spirit. His martial arts realm had been stuck at the first level of the Yellow Martial Arts Realm. The genius who had become a waste had been ruthlessly abandoned and left to himself.

The Shen family didn't need tears, let alone waste a Yellow-grade First-class Martial Soul.

"Mother, am I really a good-for-nothing?"

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Shen Chen's mouth. There was a three-foot-long sword beside him. It was the only thing that his mother had left for him.

In her impression, Shen Chen didn't even know his mother's name.

"Shen Chen, you good-for-nothing!"

It was as if something was happening. An angry roar sounded from the mountain stream. The youth at the bottom of the stream only raised his eyelids, not even moving an inch.

This kind of thing, he had long been used to it. It was estimated that it was some other clan's brother who laughed at him, a 'cripple'.

"Whoosh!"

Four streaks of dazzling silver light shot straight at Shen Chen's chest. The latter's body immediately flew out and crashed into the rock wall by the pool. He was in a terrible state.

"Dong!"

The white light fell into the water, stirring up a water column several meters high, and the water splashed all over the sky.

If you looked closely, you could see that every splash had already condensed into a water blade, and would be cut when you touched it.

"Why do you have to do this, Second Brother? Shen Chen is just a useless person. How can he be worthy of Second Brother's help?"

The one who spoke was Shen Yi, the third son of the Shen family, Shen Batian. His name was Shen Ze.

Shen Chen sighed heavily in his heart. Looking at the two people floating down together, he couldn't help but sigh at the gap in strength. This was the gap between the first and the third levels of the Yellow Martial Arts.

If it weren't for his quick reaction, he might have been instantly killed by Shen Ze's attack.

"Ha, fight? Does he deserve it?"

Shen Ze raised his eyebrows and looked sideways, but there was a trace of coldness in his tone.

"It's just an ant being crushed to death."

Shen Ze threw down a steamed bun with a look of disdain and stepped on the bun.

"You're a good-for-nothing of the family. How dare you eat? If I were you, I would have been the same as them!"

Shen Ze pointed to a pile of bones in the corner and walked to Shen Chen. He picked up his neck and said coldly, "Kill you? You think too highly of yourself. You are just an ant!"

Shen Ze threw Shen Fei to the pile of bones, and then condensed his own Martial Soul. He hit the surface of the water, and the surging water instantly dragged Shen Ze to the entrance of the stream.

At this moment, the thin and cold words stabbed into Shen Chen's heart.

He was very clear that a year ago, Shen Ze was still afraid of his identity as the young master of his family and tried to flatter him.

The culprit of all this was that he had only awakened the first-class Yellow-grade spirit!

"Blade-shaped Martial Soul, metallic nature. It seems that Shen Ze has condensed a good Martial Soul."

Shen Chen shook the dust lightly and looked at the skeleton thoughtfully. He thought to himself, "I'm afraid that these are the remains of the ancestors who couldn't condense the Martial Soul in the past."

How could he, Shen Chen, be willing to give up?

Shen Chen's parents were nowhere to be found. He was originally the most outstanding talent in the Shen family.

He was only eight years old and was both civil and military. He was eleven years old and had officially broken through to the first level of the Yellow Martial Arts Realm. Before he turned fifteen, he was the number one genius in Lin Yuan City and was regarded as the most promising young man to awaken his high-level martial soul.

However, heaven was jealous of talented people. When he first condensed his soul, Shen Chen, who was less than 15 years old, had successfully condensed the first-grade Yellow-grade sword soul.

But somehow, the Sword Martial Soul that was condensed broke from the middle, and half of it disappeared into thin air, leaving only a wisp of the remaining soul.

In the past three months, Shen Fei had been constantly condensing his Martial Soul. Unfortunately, his Martial Soul was incomplete, so he could not condense it into its original appearance. Therefore, he could only stay at the first level of the Yellow Martial Arts Realm for the time being.

The young man did not give up. Even when he was in the forbidden area of white bones, he did not relax at all.

He worked hard to condense the martial soul every day, but the broken martial soul was not something he could restore as he said.

During this period, the brothers of the clan came to ridicule him more than once, but most of them were children's tricks of throwing stones and cursing.

Shen Chen Wuxin ignored him. Over time, the brothers of the clan also felt bored.

In fact, she felt that Shen Chen had already died in the forbidden area of the Shen family.

Shen Ze flew away, leaving a flat steamed bun.

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, six hours had passed.

At this time, Shen Chen's eyes were closed and he was practicing hard. His back was soaked in cold sweat, but he ignored it.

At this moment, Shen Chen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the newcomer as if he wanted to kill him.

"Shen Chen, it's time for you to die!" A man in a green robe looked at the young man at the bottom of the stream and roared.

The young man's face was a little yellow. Because of the Yellow Grade First Order Spirit, he rarely ate food every day.

His skin and bones were exceptionally weak, but his somewhat tender yet unyielding head was revealed. He never bent down!

"No matter how loud your cry is, you're still a dog."

Of course, Shen Chen recognized the person in front of him. There were elders humiliating him, and mad dogs biting him. The cold-blooded side in Shen Chen's bones was gradually stimulated.

"You good-for-nothing, do you think you're still the number one genius in Lin Yuan City?" The man in the green robe smiled playfully and then sneered. "Someone wants you to disappear completely because you're the stain of Miss Lin's life. You must die!"

As his voice fell, the young man's facial muscles trembled slightly. He thought to himself, "Is there a stain on life?"

Lin Xue, the eldest daughter of the Lin family in Lin Yuan City, was a genius girl who had awakened a seventh-class Martial Soul of the Yellow rank. Her future was limitless.

A beautiful girl of heaven and a pretty girl of drifting snow!

The rumor that a beauty and a hero were a match for each other had spread throughout the entire kingdom. The third prince, Duan Wushuang, had taken a fancy to Lin Xue.

It was rumored that the third prince of the kingdom, Duan Wushuang, was born with extraordinary talent. He was a natural born dragon body that was rarely seen in a hundred years.

Furthermore, he'd awakened a yellow grade nine Martial Soul. This was the first time a ninth grade Martial Soul had appeared in the entire kingdom!

However, Lin Xue, a beautiful girl with countless halos on her head, had an unknown past. She was Shen Chen's fiancee who had existed in name for 15 years.

"Is it just because of the departure of my strong mother that I became a stain..."

Shen Chen smiled bitterly and looked at the pile of bones in the white bone cave. At this moment, this smile meant enlightenment.

Because he had once been engaged to Lin Xue, Duan Wushuang, the Third Prince of the Luo Yue Kingdom, couldn't tolerate any flaws in his eyes.

He wanted to kill Shen Chen, but Lin Xue's silence made Shen Chen's heart turn cold.

Human's will was like a knife, and the world was like a ghost.

The law of the jungle was the law of the jungle. This had never happened in the world of martial dao!