"Heh heh, this old man actually sealed a good wine for so many years!"

In the grand palace hall, a young man that had been undone for many years narrowed his eyes. He couldn't help but feel extremely at ease.

"This time, I, Ling Feng, will benefit a lot."

He snorted lightly, held the wine in his hand, drank it all in one gulp, and smacked his lips. Unfortunately, it didn't taste good.

"Ow..."

Suddenly!

Ling Feng screamed, and his body, which was as strong as a holy weapon, suddenly burned. Even if a powerful golden sun appeared in his body, it couldn't be restrained. That kind of self-burning.

Then, his flesh and blood broke apart, and his eyes went black. His consciousness fell into the darkness of wonton...

At the foot of the mountain of the Lingwu Academy in the Divine Martial Continent.

The sun was setting, and the autumn wind was bleak.

A thatched cottage was surrounded by bright lights. A shabby bamboo bed was creaking and shaking, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Ouch, it hurts..."

Ling Feng's tongue was dry, and his limbs were numb and cold. His whole body seemed to have been torn apart, especially his head and chest. It was as if his flesh and blood had been torn apart. Even his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain, and his surroundings were dark.

"Damn it, I didn't expect that I, Ling Feng, would burn myself to death because of a broken wine!"

Ling Feng was a Warrior Sage!

He was very talented. At the age of four, he had become a Martial Disciple, a Martial Mentor at the age of six, and suppressed the younger generation of the Holy Mountain at the age of seven. At the age of thirty, he stepped into the Martial Saint Realm and became the youngest Martial Saint in the entire Holy Mountain.

That year, he secretly snuck into the Sacred Mountain's Hidden Technique Hall and read through all of the cultivation methods. In the end, he found an ancient wine in the secret chamber of the Hidden Technique Hall. It had been sealed for many years, and as a result, it burned itself in grief.

"Ow..."

Suddenly, Ling Feng felt a sharp pain in his head, and a stream of mixed information suddenly poured in, making him dizzy.

"I, Ling Feng, am not dead yet, but I am reborn!"

The mixed information came from a youth, the owner of this body.

To Ling Feng's surprise, the young man was also called Ling Feng. He was only nine years old, but his fate was more tragic than his.

Ling Feng, who had been lonely since he was a child, was abandoned on the street. In a cold winter, a girl named Ling Qing carried him back from the snow and warmed him up with her body.

The name "Ling Feng" was given by Ling Qing, which meant "Qing Feng".

In the Divine Martial Continent, there were nine realms for warriors: Martial Disciple, Martial Artist, Martial Mentor, Martial Spirit, Martial Royal, Martial Sage, Martial Honorable, Martial God, and Martial Emperor.

Even the weakest Martial Disciple could break stones and wave waves, while the most terrifying Martial Emperor Realm could even overturn rivers and seas and collapse the universe. Of course, that was the ultimate domain of all martial artists.

Therefore, every teenager in the Divine Martial Continent would become a martial artist and treat it as their greatest dream.

However, Ling Feng's body was weak and his meridians were strange. Although he could practice martial arts, his body and meridians could not bear the Genuine Qi of a martial artist and collapsed as soon as they touched him.

To put it bluntly, it was a glass vein!

"Useless body! I, Ling Feng, the youngest Martial Saint, have actually been reborn into such a useless person." Ling Feng was unable to speak, but his consciousness was very clear.

The second meridian could not be practiced in martial arts. Once the martial artist's Genuine Qi in the meridians was activated, his meridians and flesh would be shattered and he would die in an instant. This was a kind of constitution that could not be more useless.

However, he had been reborn into such a useless body.

Because of this, the young man, Ling Feng, died tragically!

Ever since he was young, Ling Feng and Ling Qing had depended on each other for survival. To Ling Feng, his life had been saved by Ling Qing.

For a long time, Ling Qing had always doted on him. Ling Wu Academy would give him a Spirit Cultivation Pill every month. Every time Ling Qing only took a small bite, she would take the rest down the mountain and let him eat them, hoping to cure his glass vein.

This made Ling Feng very moved. He was very respectful to Ling Qing and valued her more than his own life. Unfortunately, how could the glass vein be cured by a few Spirit Cultivation Pills?

Just three days ago, the three outer disciples of the Spirit Martial Arts Academy dared to speak rudely to Ling Qing and insult her as a Black Bone Demon, which made Ling Feng angry.

They could insult him as trash, but they couldn't humiliate his little sister, Ling Qing.

That was Ling Feng's scale, and he would be injured if he touched it.

Ling Feng was so angry that his face turned blue and purple. He gnashed his teeth and attacked with anger. As a result, the martial artist's Genuine Qi in his body burst out and shattered his meridians. He died tragically.

"Sister, you will be lonely alone, won't you?"

The last shred of obsession of the young man, Ling Feng, had also dissipated...

"A lonely sister and brother!"

Ling Feng sighed. From the memories of the young man, Ling Feng knew that Ling Qing was also an orphan. When she was three years old, she lost her parents and grew up with her grandmother.

However, when she was five, her grandmother passed away, leaving her alone and helpless.

In that year, she traveled far and wide alone and came to the Shenwu Academy. With strong willpower, she climbed up the Lingwu Mountain and entered the Spiritual Martial Academy for the examination.

Later, Ling Qing picked up a baby. Her whole body was swollen from the pain and her face was blue and purple. She put the baby in her arms and warmed the baby with her own body.

That baby was Ling Feng. It was also because of this that Ling Feng's constitution was weak and he was sickly.

So far, they were alone and dependent on each other.

A few days ago, Ling Feng's blood was shattered. She carried him back with her frail body.

Ling Feng's body turned cold. She hugged Ling Feng tightly with her petite body. She was so cold that her whole body turned cold and she never let go.

In the middle of the night, she cried out Ling Feng's name affectionately again and again, until she fell asleep.

That was the first time that Ling Feng had seen his little sister cry. It was also the last time he had seen her cry...

"I, Ling Feng, am a Martial Saint. My talent is astonishing. But now, I want to live for you once!"

On the bamboo bed, two lines of tears fell from Ling Feng's eyes.

The former Warrior Sage, Ling Feng, stepped on the Heaven's pride and punched the elder. His brilliance shone through the air.

Now, he was reborn on a ruined body. His meridians exploded, becoming much more crippled than before.

However, he had to live again.

It was not only for himself, but also for the lonely "little sister".

"I peeked at the Sacred Mountain's cultivation method, 3,000 scrolls. Since my meridians have been destroyed, I'll start with refining my body and step on the path of Martial Arts."

Ling Feng was silent for a moment, and then murmured.

Body Refining and Dao Entering!

There had once been such a person whose meridians had exploded, but he had managed to survive with great perseverance and climbed to the top step by step.

That peerless figure was the Sacred Mountain's Sage!

"Creak!"

In the thatched cottage, the rough bamboo door was pushed open, and a petite and weak figure came in.

A pile of firewood fell to the ground.

"Xiao Feng, are you... awake?"

A beautiful and choked voice exploded beside Ling Feng's ear. A young girl's body stiffened and she stood in place.

Drops of tears dripped down from her thin face. She cried with joy, and Ling Feng came back to life.