Chapter 6

Hearing the exchange between the two brothers, the others all exchanged glances, such a great feat? Zi Chen actually just gave it to Zi Lie?

Ximen Zhan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say. After all, they were brothers. Now that even Zi Chen himself said he would give it to Zi Lie, what could he say?

Wasn't this originally Zi Chen's achievement?

"Big Brother, General Ximen, I'm a bit tired and want to rest first. Please understand..." At this moment, Zi Chen felt utterly disheartened.

"Hehe, go ahead!" Before Ximen Zhan could speak, Zi Lie had already waved his hand.

Zi Chen bowed to Lin Hu and the others, then turned and walked into the city. Seeing Zi Chen's desolate back, whether it was Ximen Zhan or Lin Hu and the others, they all felt a sourness in their hearts. They wanted to say something, but as outsiders, what could they say?

As for Zi Lie, seeing Zi Chen's departing back, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Stellar Steel? Hmph, Father is really generous to you, but how long can you keep it?"

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In the night sky, stars dotted the heavens, and the silver moonlight sprinkled down, draping the city of Xiliang, which had just experienced a battle, in a silver veil. Outside the city, many soldiers were still holding torches to clean up the battlefield. Too many Grassland Demons had died, and these bodies needed to be disposed of quickly to prevent an epidemic. Inside the city, however, there was music and dancing, a celebration banquet.

However, Zi Chen, who should have been the main character of this celebration, came alone to the top of Xiliang Mountain outside the city.

Standing on the rock at the top of the mountain, he looked down at the busy battlefield, at the city of Xiliang that lay sprawled like a monster, and thought of the celebration inside the city. His face was filled with unwillingness.

But no matter how much unwillingness he had, what could he do?

In the eyes of outsiders, he was the young master of the royal city's Zi family, his father one of the four great generals, with high status and power. Even if he himself was a bit of a failure, he still lived without worry about food and clothing, and should have been happy and content. But only he knew that in the Zi family, once his father was away on a campaign, his life was worse than that of pigs and dogs.

In the vast Zi family, apart from his father, no one treated him like family. Even the maids and servants, though they called him young master, who truly treated him as such?

As for his brothers and sisters, not one of them treated him as a human being. In their eyes, he was just a lowly offspring with base blood. If not for their concern about his father, they would have long driven him out of the family.

Thinking of Zi Lie's threat today, his eyes were filled with anger.

Zi Lie, I swear, one day, I will return the pain you have inflicted on me, tenfold.

Forcing down his anger, Zi Chen took a deep breath. Looking at the rock over a meter high at his feet, his eyes suddenly flashed with a gray-black light. Then he saw him bend his body and punch the rock directly.

Just as his fist was about to hit the rock, a gray-black light flashed on his fist.

Then came a loud "bang," a sound that didn't seem like a fist hitting a rock, but rather like two large rocks colliding. Then the hard rock shattered into countless pieces, scattering in all directions. His body leaped backward at that moment, and some of the fragments hit him, making a "thud" sound, a feeling like hitting a stone wall.

This was not like a normal person's body!

If Ximen Zhan and the others saw this scene, they would be amazed beyond measure.

Punching through such a rock, any warrior could do it, but the problem was that at that moment, Zi Chen had no trace of true qi. In other words, he shattered the rock purely with his physical strength. How much strength did that require?

Not only that, he didn't use true qi to protect himself, yet the flying fragments couldn't hurt him at all. How strong was his physical body?

The Tang Empire was founded on martial arts, with countless warriors within the empire, divided into nine major realms: Warrior Apprentice, Warrior, Martial Artist, Great Martial Artist, Innate Martial Artist, Peak Martial Artist, Grandmaster, Great Grandmaster, and Martial Immortal.

Generally speaking, as long as one could cultivate true qi, they would have entered the Warrior Apprentice realm. Any Warrior Apprentice who could cultivate true qi would be stronger than ordinary people in terms of strength. Once one could skillfully circulate true qi within their body, they could be considered a formal Warrior.

Any Warrior, with the enhancement of true qi, would have their strength multiplied. Even the lowest-ranking Warrior could take on a dozen people. Once they learned a martial skill, they would enter the Martial Artist realm.

Martial skills are the true embodiment of a warrior's power. At the Martial Artist realm, true qi is not only circulated within the body but can also be released to cause powerful damage. Body-protecting aura is a type of martial skill, and only those who reach the Peak Martial Artist realm can use it freely.

Martial skills are divided into four levels: Earth, Heaven, Mystic, and Yellow. Learning a Yellow-level martial skill makes one a Martial Artist. If one learns three Yellow-level martial skills and can use them skillfully, they can become a Great Martial Artist. Only at the Great Martial Artist realm can the true qi in the body support the simultaneous release of three martial skills.

As for the Innate realm, it is a qualitative leap for any warrior. Once a warrior enters the Innate realm, the true qi in their body will form an internal cycle, thus forming Innate True Qi. Not only does its power greatly increase, but due to the internal cycle, the true qi in the body is almost inexhaustible. Using seven or eight Yellow-level martial skills is not a problem.

At this realm, a warrior has the qualifications to learn Mystic-level martial skills. Any Mystic-level martial skill, even the lowest, once released, has several times the power of a Yellow-level martial skill.

In short, once one becomes an Innate realm warrior, they have the ability to take the head of a general in a thousand soldiers. Unless it's a warrior of the same realm, no matter how many people there are, it's hard to stop an Innate realm warrior.

As for the Peak Martial Artist, that is the pinnacle of secular warriors. At this stage, warriors can smoothly use Mystic-level martial skills. Body-protecting aura is a relatively powerful Mystic-level martial skill. Once it is used, the warrior is almost invincible until the aura dissipates.

The realm above the Peak Martial Artist is not something secular warriors can fathom...

Zi Chen had blocked meridians since childhood. Even the Holy Medicine of the Qingtian Dao Sect, the Meridian-Opening Pill, could not unblock his meridians, making it impossible for him to cultivate true qi. Even though his father had nurtured his meridians with Innate True Qi for twelve years, there was no effect. If it weren't for meeting his master at the age of seven, he would have been a failure forever.

[Thank you, Yingjie, for becoming the second Prince of this book. An extra chapter for Yingjie...]

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