When Qin Chuan was sixteen, his martial meridians shattered, and the Qin family cast him out.
Everyone knew that broken martial meridians made a person useless, doomed to never practice martial arts.
No one knew that sealed within his shattered meridians were the spiritual energy and primordial power of the last 108 Martial Saints from the ancient Martial Saint Hall.
Each Martial Saint remembered only the move they had been proudest of in their lifetime.
Whenever Qin Chuan absorbed one, he inherited that move perfectly.
The price was that each time he absorbed one, he aged a little on the outside.
At sixteen, he already had the face of a thirty-year-old.
People mocked him as a “useless man who was already growing old,” unaware that beneath his weathered features lay martial arts powerful enough to overturn the world.
When the Qin family’s younger generation had been slaughtered to the last, and the family patriarch who had personally cast him out knelt before him, begging for help,
Qin Chuan said, “You once said that anyone with broken martial meridians didn’t deserve to bear the Qin name.”
He turned and walked away. But the next instant, all 108 moves erupted.
And at last, the 108th Martial Saint, who had remained silent all along, spoke:
“I built the Martial Saint Hall. And I was also the one who destroyed it with my own hands.”
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