The moon fell on the blue lake.

The weather was a little cold, and there was a wisp of smoke on the lake. There was a vague figure flying in it like a leaf.

This was a young man.

He was only in his early 14s. His facial features were distinct, his eyebrows were thick, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, which made him look a little cold.

This kind of appearance was not very handsome. What attracted people was his eyes. At first glance, he looked calm, but when he looked more closely, he found that there was a kind of persistence and firmness that was different from ordinary people.

At this moment, his body was bare and his waist was one with the other. He continuously struck out with his palm, and spirit energy gushed out, causing the lake water to shake non-stop.

What he displayed was the low-grade martial technique, "Step-by-step Fist".

Martial arts techniques were divided into low-grade, middle-grade, and high-grade. Although the "Step-by-step Fist" was low-grade, it was a martial arts technique passed down from the Lin family. It was most suitable to be used to polish the foundation.

"Power!"

"Power!"

There was a hint of madness in the youth's eyes. Even his fists were broken, and the lake water seemed to be stained with blood.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the spiritual force in his body did not increase at all. His body was like a sea.

"Damn it, why can't I?"

No one knew how many punches he threw, but the young man's face was pale and his body staggered.

This was a sign that he had exhausted his spiritual power. In the end, he could only suppress his pain and angrily smash his fist on the lake.

"Didn't the ancients say that the ways of Heaven paid hard work? But why did I work so hard and never dare to slack off? So far, I'm still just a Rank 2 Martial Disciple."

"If it weren't for my low cultivation, how could I be bullied?"

"If it weren't for my low cultivation, why would the bowl be dragged down by me?"

"If it wasn't for my low level of cultivation, how would the examiner of the Ling Feng Academy have thought that I had poisoned someone without being verified?"

Deep unwillingness flashed in the youth's eyes.

This young man was called Lin Mu, the only son of Lin Nan, the young patriarch of the Lin family, one of the five major families in Xi Chuan City.

The reason why Lin Nan had been missing for no reason three years ago was that he had been missing, and his status had also declined a lot.

Logically speaking, he had the direct descendant of the Lin family. Even if his father had gone missing, he should not have been treated like this.

But when such a thing happened to him, those who heard it all felt that it was natural.

The reason was very simple.

When Lin Mu was five years old, he had participated in the family's martial arts aptitude test. His aptitude was at the red rank.

Everyone was an ant, except for the spirit practitioners.

On the Lingwu Continent, the innate qualification of a martial artist was determined by the strength of his martial arts meridians. There were seven colors in his martial arts meridians.

Red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, and purple. The stronger the meridian, the more efficient it was to absorb Spiritual Qi.

As for Lin Mu's Martial Meridian, it was the lowest level of the Red-class Martial Meridian, and it was also the lowest level of the Martial Meridian.

With this kind of aptitude, the cultivation speed was extremely slow. In the eyes of others, it was destined to be impossible to become a warrior.

In the past, when Lin Nan was there, even if those people were jealous of his resources, they didn't dare to take them away. However, once Lin Nan disappeared and disappeared without a trace for three years, those people couldn't wait any longer.

Without abundant resources, Lin Mu, who was originally lacking in talent, cultivated even slower.

The Martial Disciple Realm was mainly to awaken the Martial Meridian, which had a total of ten levels. Lin Mu had started to cultivate since he was five years old. He had only awakened two Martial Meridians nine years ago, and he was still a second level Martial Disciple.

Although he had been working hard, others only cared about the results. His cultivation base was low, and others thought he was trash. None of them wanted to get close to him. After Lin Nan disappeared, he became even more fierce.

Lin Mu knew that the root cause of all this was that his strength was weak, therefore, he had always endured it.

But this time, he couldn't bear it.

Today, it was the Ling Feng Academy's time to enter Xi Chuan City for the entrance examination. Originally, his talent was ordinary and his cultivation was ordinary, so he didn't have much hope. He just focused on participating in the competition and went to the ring to compete with others.

Who would have thought that Gao Jianfeng, a Gao family disciple, would be so ruthless as to destroy his cultivation with every move?

Had it not been for his slow cultivation progress and solid foundation in the past nine years, he would not have been able to defeat Su Mo.

What was even angrier was that Gao Jianfeng failed to cripple him and accused him of poisoning, and there were indeed signs of poisoning on him.

However, apart from Lin Mu himself who was sure that he didn't poison at all, he was most likely poisoned by Gao Jianfeng himself. However, no one else believed it. After all, the evidence was certain.

Then, the examiner of the Ling Feng Academy announced on the spot that he would be disqualified from the assessment and would never be employed.

Ling Feng Academy was the largest academy in Tianyuan Prefecture, while Xi Chuan City was only one of the nine cities in Tianyuan Prefecture.

Once this piece of news was released, it was equivalent to cutting off Lin Mu's path of advancement. Lin Mu, who had been looked down upon, was now like a snake that was avoiding a scorpion.

A breeze blew gently.

It seemed to be a normal natural phenomenon, but as a martial arts practitioner, Lin Mu's perception was far stronger than that of ordinary people.

"Who is it?" A cold glint flashed in Lin Mu's eyes.

"This good-for-nothing is really vigilant." As a woman's voice sounded, a man and a woman came out.

Looking at these two people, Lin Mu's face immediately showed anger: "Gao Jianfeng, Gao Lanyue, this Falling Star Lake is my Lin Family's territory. What are you and your sister doing here?"

"Come and kill you!" The young man beside Gao Lanyue said coldly.

This man was the enemy that Lin Mu hated the most, Gao Jianfeng.

Before he finished his words, the sharp sword in Gao Lanyue's hand, as if it had been planned, stabbed at Lin Mu.

"The cultivation of these two people is higher than mine. What's more, I've run out of Spiritual Power, so I'm no match for them. Let's run away first."

Lin Mu's mind spun rapidly.

Gao Lanyue was a Rank Seven Martial Disciple, and Gao Jianfeng was stronger. He was Rank Eight.

However, just as he was about to move, a numbing sensation suddenly enveloped his entire body.

"My blood..."

"Poisoned!"

In an instant, Lin Mu's heart sank.

"Chi!"

His movements became sluggish. Even though Lin Mu tried his best to dodge, Gao Lanyue's sharp sword still cut through his arm and blood spurted out.

"It's the Blood Coagulation Powder, Gao Jianfeng. You did it yourself."

As a direct descendant of the Lin family, Lin Mu was very knowledgeable and stared at Gao Jianfeng.

When Gao Jianfeng was in the Ling Feng Academy's enrollment test, the poison he was suffering from was the Blood Coagulation Powder.

"So what if you know? Today is the day of your death."

Gao Jianfeng looked at Lin Mu like a cat playing with a mouse.

Lin Mu knew that he was pressed for time. The longer he delayed, the lower his vitality would be. He made a prompt decision and bit the tip of his tongue.

The bloody pain caused Lin Mu's body to temporarily return to normal.

"Plop!"

As the water splashed, Lin Mu turned around and threw himself into the lake.

"Little bastard, do you want to run for your life?"

A look of anger appeared on Gao Jianfeng's face as he fiercely threw his sword at Lin Mu's back.

Swoosh!

The sword light was cold, like a meteor cutting through the void, and accurately pierced into Lin Mu's back.