Chenxing

Name: Chenxing
Author: My Back Is The Most Handsome

by My Back Is The Most Handsome

ongoing Xianxia Cultivation World Male Lead

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56Kwords8chapters

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Ch. 8 — Several Plots, Crises, Cracks in the Secret Realm, and Meeting the Beautiful Woman for the First Time

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About This Novel

Dad and Mom, I'm back! " Before he finished speaking, a tall figure stepped into the small courtyard at the west end of Stargazing Village. The name of this place is Guanxing Village, which is backed by the Falling Star Mountains. Its origin has been secreted since ancient times: Thousands of years ago, the giant star in the sky shattered, and an original star stone fell here. The earth's atmosphere was saturated with starlight, and the spiritual energy within a radius of hundreds of miles was different from other places. The ancestors settled on the spot and built a village, named Guanxing. The ancient custom of worshiping stars has been passed down from generation to generation. On every full moon and starry night, the whole village gathers at the star altar at the head of the village to worship the sky. The lucky villagers can use the meager star energy to practice the mortal realm skills. Most people stop at entraining the energy, and only those with reasonable talent can step into refining the energy. The energy refining is already the top of the village within a thousand miles, and it is difficult to produce one person in a hundred years. Foundation building is the limit of a mortal's life, but if you reach the foundation building, you can live a hundred years, and you can move mountains and rocks with one punch. The old locust tree at the entrance of the courtyard is about a hundred years old. Its thick branches stretch out in all directions, and its thick green leaves create a shade above the head. At this moment, the wind blows through the gaps in the leaves, and the branches and leaves rustle. The fine sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled light spots on the boy's body, which just illuminates the coarse cloth rope that binds his hair. The rope was twisted by his mother Li with home-spun cotton thread. It was washed white but clean, and tied his long black hair into a loose bundle behind his head. A few strands of broken hair hang down on the temples with the movement. They are not combed deliberately, but they don't look messy. Instead, they add a bit of the unique casualness of a mountain boy.