Ling Yan Ao Shi

The wind in Lingyan Continent is always biting with fighting spirit, but in the secret cave behind the Lin family in Qingfeng Town, the cold sweat on Lingfeng's fingertips is colder than the mountain breeze. He clutched the ancient jade pendant he had just discovered, and the hot heat from his palms rushed up through his blood, as if it was going to burn away all his mediocrity in the past sixteen years. "It's just a piece of broken stone. Do you really think it can change anything?" Lin Hao, the clan brother, could faintly hear the ridicule from outside the cave, and Ling Feng gritted his teeth. For as long as he can remember, the words "mediocre talent" have followed him like a shadow. Children of the same age have already broken through to the third level of Dou Disciple, but he was stuck at the second level for two years. Even his father looked at him with disappointment. But at this moment, the jade pendant suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, and Ling Feng felt a roar explode in his mind, and countless mysterious words poured in like a tide - "Ling Yan Jue". The eight words at the beginning of the technique, "Introducing inflammation into the meridians and quenching the body with Qi," actually made the silent fighting energy in his body begin to stir. He tried to move his fighting energy according to the technique, but he did not expect that the power of the spiritual flames was so violent. It surged as soon as it reached the Dantian. His chest felt like being pressed by a huge stone, and his throat felt fishy and sweet. "No, we can't just give up!" Ling Feng leaned against the cave wall, holding back the severe pain and adjusting his breath. Remembering what his mother said before she died, "As long as you don't admit defeat, you don't lose." The strength on his fingertips became a little heavier. After an unknown amount of time, when the first ray of spiritual flame power flowed smoothly along his meridians, Ling Feng suddenly opened his eyes, and there were faint signs of a breakthrough in the fighting energy in his dantian. He touched the jade pendant on his chest. It was now warm and moist, but it seemed to contain a fire that would never go out. It was already dark outside the cave, and Ling Feng had just walked out of the mountain.