Chapter 1

In the vast land of Shenzhou, in the northern desert.

Snow and ice ravaged the entire land, the vast mountains and deep valleys were all covered in silver, and large snowflakes fell softly, making the sky and earth appear uniformly white from a distance.

On a winding mountain path, a caravan was taking a break. The wind and snow were too severe, making it difficult for the carriages to move, so they had to wait for the storm to subside before continuing.

"Look, the coffin puller!"

A middle-aged man's exclamation caught the attention of the entire caravan. A group of people curiously looked up, and after just a few glances, they were all shocked to their core!

Amidst the howling wind and snow, the world became hazy. In the distance, a mysterious ancient golden coffin gradually appeared in the mountain path, becoming visible to everyone.

The golden coffin was two meters long, one meter wide, and one meter high, with ancient patterns and runes carved on its walls. The patterns and runes emitted a faint, eerie light, repelling the falling snow, which was extremely bizarre.

Another point that stunned everyone was the coffin puller in front of the ancient coffin.

It was a young boy, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. He was bare-chested, bent over, and gripping two huge cold-iron chains with both hands, carrying them on his shoulders, and pulling the ancient coffin forward step by step with great effort.

In the icy and snowy landscape, the young boy pulling the coffin!

This scene was visually striking and captivating. The faint light emitted from the golden coffin behind him made his body appear somewhat blurry, making it hard to see his face. In a daze, the crowd felt as if they were seeing a deity pulling the coffin.

"This young boy has innate divine strength."

The middle-aged man exclaimed again. Many people came to their senses and carefully examined the boy, confirming that there was no trace of mystical energy shining on him, which made them even more astonished.

An ordinary willow wood coffin weighs three to four hundred pounds, and this ancient coffin, cast entirely in gold, must weigh at least three thousand pounds.

The boy had no mystical energy, so he was not a true martial artist. Even a strong adult would only have a strength of five to six hundred pounds. For the boy to pull a three-thousand-pound ancient coffin, though he looked somewhat strained, it was enough to shock everyone.

"So young, and so handsome, yet he's pulling a coffin. Does this young boy want to be unlucky for life?"

An old man sighed, and many people nodded in agreement. Although pulling a coffin was not common, it had occasionally happened in the history of the northern desert, and everyone knew about it.

When important elders of the northern desert's major families died, they liked to be buried in huge golden coffins. These coffins were not buried underground but placed on the peaks of ice mountains, which was said to bless the clan's people.

When a family declined or faced a major disaster, they would hold a coffin-pulling ceremony, finding a new ice mountain to transfer the ancestral coffin, changing the feng shui, and restoring the family's blessings.

This led to the appearance of coffin pullers.

Pulling a coffin was considered a detrimental act. In the minds of many people in the northern desert, the puller's luck would be absorbed by the corpse in the coffin, and their physical essence and lifespan would also be drained, leading to a lifetime of misfortune or illness.

Therefore, pulling a coffin was the most despicable profession in the northern desert. Even with high commissions, young martial artists would not be tempted; only destitute elderly martial artists would take on the job.

The boy had well-defined features, was about 1.75 meters tall, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with long, muscular legs. He wore an ancient animal tooth around his neck, giving him a wild appearance. In terms of looks, he was quite good.

At fourteen or fifteen, handsome, and possessing terrifying divine strength, the boy's conditions were not bad. Yet, he was doing this most despicable and harmful coffin-pulling job? Was he not afraid of losing his luck, reducing his lifespan, and being unlucky for life?

The middle-aged man glanced at the golden coffin a few times and said with relief, "This seems to be the Liu family's ancestral coffin? That's right, I heard the Liu family recently faced a major disaster and offered a sky-high price. They also provided many elixirs and mystical weapons to hire someone to pull the coffin. It looks like this young boy was tempted and is willing to sacrifice his luck and lifespan to pull the coffin."

"Hush, the Liu family's people are coming," an old man suddenly said. Everyone in the caravan quickly shut up and looked toward the distance.

Woo!

From the distance came the howls of wild beasts. A group of martial artists in black armor, riding silver giant wolves, galloped over. Even before they approached, the fierce aura from the giant wolves hit them.

"Silver Wolf Guard, indeed the Liu family's martial artists."

Everyone nodded in agreement. In the entire Wuling City and the surrounding thousand miles, only one army rode silver wolves, and that was the Liu family's strongest Silver Wolf Guard.

The Silver Wolf Guard stopped after catching up to the boy. The leading middle-aged giant man held a long whip and coldly shouted at the boy, "Lu Li, move faster! If you don't reach Black Eagle Ridge before dark, you won't get any reward."

The boy, called Lu Li, looked up. Surrounded by a dozen giant silver wolves, each one meter tall and two meters long, he showed no fear and nodded, saying, "Sir, rest assured, I will definitely arrive before dark."

"Go!"

The giant man shouted, and the Silver Wolf Guard galloped away, quickly disappearing into the vast mountains in the distance.

Lu Li glanced at the nearby caravan and continued to pull the coffin in silence. He gripped the cold-iron chains with both hands, carried them on his shoulders, and moved forward with great effort. Each step was extremely difficult, and his entire body trembled with the strain. Despite this, he did not stop, quickly passing the caravan and heading into the distance.

"So heavy!"

After walking a few miles and climbing a steep slope, Lu Li stopped. He was panting heavily, and despite the severe cold, he was drenched in sweat, indicating the immense physical strain.

He thought about resting, placed the ancient coffin, and sat on a rock, taking out water and dried meat from a sack on his back, chewing and swallowing to replenish his strength.

"Another dozen miles or so? I should be able to arrive before dark."

After eating a few pieces of dried meat and looking at the sky, his eyes quickly brightened, and he muttered to himself, "Pulling one coffin can exchange for one elixir. I wonder if the Liu family's Body Tempering Elixir is as legendary as they say, increasing strength by five hundred pounds?"

"If it really can increase strength by five hundred pounds, I currently have three thousand pounds of strength. I only need to pull a dozen coffins to reach ten thousand pounds of strength, and then... I can awaken my bloodline!"

"Once I awaken my bloodline and become a powerful bloodline warrior, who in the tribe will dare to bully my sister? Hehe, I will soon be able to lead a good life with my sister."

Thinking of this, Lu Li's tired face lit up with a glow. He quickly got up and pulled the coffin forward, his steps becoming more steady and quick this time.

Swoosh!

After walking a few miles, a voice came from behind. Lu Li turned and looked, his face slightly darkening.

Behind him was another coffin puller, but it was an old man. The old man's hands, gripping the iron chains, glowed with white light, and there was a faint white glow around his feet. He pulled the coffin very quickly, far surpassing Lu Li, and was rapidly catching up.

"Mystical energy..."

Lu Li murmured enviously. The white light was the mystical energy of martial artists. Martial artists with mystical energy had much greater strength. The old man, using his mystical energy, could move swiftly and pull the ancient coffin with ease.

The old man caught up to Lu Li, glanced at him, and frowned, saying, "Young man, why are you pulling a coffin? This will damage your luck. You are still young; don't ruin your future for a small reward."

Lu Li smiled slightly but said nothing. The old man looked at him a few times, then said no more and quickly pulled the coffin away.

After the old man was far away, Lu Li sighed with a bitter smile, "Future? I can't cultivate mystical energy and can't enter the martial path. If I can't awaken my bloodline, what future do I have? I will only live a mediocre life, being bullied every day, and dragging my sister into suffering."

"No, this is not the life I want!"

Thinking of this, Lu Li's face twisted in anger. He roared, gritted his teeth, and quickly pulled the coffin forward.

The wind and snow grew stronger, and the sky gradually darkened. In the vast mountain path, the faint light emitted by the golden ancient coffin appeared and disappeared, looking extremely eerie and mysterious.

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PS: A new journey begins, Yaoye returns, and the Demon God Guard remains.

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