Xinghe Mortal Technique

Stardate 2987, Federal Ghetto. Ye Xinghe knelt in front of his adoptive father's grave, his fists bleeding. Three days ago, his adoptive father went into the Demonic Beast Mountains to collect medicine in order to collect money for body quenching fluid for him, and never came back. "Trash is trash. After three years of cultivation, I am still at the first level of body tempering. My father deserves to die." Several teenagers gathered around and laughed. Ye Xinghe raised his head, his eyes terrifyingly calm. No one knew that he had just awakened in front of the grave - he saw a dim star in his Dantian, slowly rotating.