Chapter 1: Return of the War God
Chapter 1: Ten Years of Silence – Ye Wuque!
"Bang!" "Buzz!"
The fluctuation of spiritual power spread as the sound of two fists colliding rang out, causing flying shards of stone. Ye Wuque was struck in the chest by a punch, his figure retreating three steps before finally stopping.
Though he appeared to be a boy around fourteen or fifteen years old, with fair skin, Ye Wuque had a handsome appearance, particularly his eyes, which seemed naturally brilliant, adding a strange charm to his youthful face.
However, at this moment, Ye Wuque looked slightly disheveled. His black hair fluttered as his martial robe hung loosely on his shoulders. He didn’t look at the opponent who had defeated him in three moves on the stage. Instead, he closed his eyes, expressionless, seemingly immersed in his own world.
"Ye Wuque, eliminated! Murong Hai, victory, enters the next round!"
With the voice echoing from behind the vast martial stage, Murong Hai, standing on the stage, jumped down. He had a scarred face and a burly figure, eighteen years old.
With a proud expression, Murong Hai glanced at Ye Wuque, whose eyes were still closed, and his delight and disdain were unconcealed. As he passed by Ye Wuque, he suddenly let out a light laugh.
"Ye Wuque, I actually kind of admire you. It's been ten years, have you ever counted how many times you've lost? Oh right, I forgot, someone like you probably has long forgotten what victory feels like. Heh, you're really just... trash."
"How unlucky! Ye Wuque was actually paired with Murong Hai in the first match!"
"Three moves and Ye Wuque is defeated. Tsk tsk, so weak!"
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"Sigh, Ye Wuque has never won a single battle in ten years, yet he keeps fighting again and again. Ten years! What a freak!"
Around the left side of the vast martial field, a group of eleven- and twelve-year-old boys and girls, dressed in neatly tailored light blue martial robes, were chattering excitedly. Every young face sparkled with brilliance and vitality, like the early morning sun just rising.
Ye Wuque, with his eyes closed, seemed to have long gotten used to this, but what no one knew was that, at this very moment, an earth-shaking change was occurring within his body!
This change, even with Ye Wuque’s will, which had been tempered over ten years, caused him to tremble slightly. His heart was raging like a tide, and the sensation from deep within his soul became more intense, almost making him want to cry out to the heavens!
"Heaven does not disappoint the persistent! After ten years of silence, today my wish has been fulfilled. Have I finally succeeded?"
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"Haha, Binglan, I’m ahead of you. Don’t fall behind."
With a bright smile, Murong Hai arrived at the stone benches where dozens of young elites were seated on the right side of the martial field. He smiled at a young girl sitting at the front.
As soon as he arrived, many eyes, filled with battle intent and intense heat, gathered on him. Strong spiritual fluctuations swept the area, all emanating from the young elites of the Murong family seated there.
"Murong Hai, are you really that happy to defeat Ye Wuque, that trash? Your strength has indeed grown rapidly, breaking through to the Eighth Stage of Body Refining, but compared to Brother Tian, you’re still far behind."
A slightly cold voice, belonging to the girl Murong Hai had called Binglan, rang out. Although she was seated on a stone bench, her long legs were crossed in an alluring arc. She wore a form-fitting red silk dress with floral embroidery on her chest. Her small, slender waist was upright, and her sharp chin framed beautiful phoenix eyes. Her nose was delicate, and her lips were red—she was an extremely stunning beauty.
Murong Hai froze when he heard Binglan's words, a flash of jealousy and apprehension crossing his eyes. He chuckled but said no more, walking to his stone bench and sitting down with his eyes closed.
The young elites sitting behind Murong Binglan all showed expressions of envy and admiration upon hearing the name "Brother Tian."
"Next match: Murong Binglan versus Murong Jie."
At the same time, a deep voice, filled with authority, echoed from behind the martial field. As soon as the voice sounded, the entire martial arena fell into silence. This voice belonged to Murong Changqing, the head of the Murong family.
"Swish swish!"
Two figures immediately leaped from the stone benches, rushing toward the martial stage. A gust of fragrant wind passed, and Murong Binglan stood gracefully in the middle of the fifty-zhang-wide martial field. Standing across from her was a young boy with an average appearance. His gaze swept over Murong Binglan's face, a flicker of infatuation and love crossing his eyes.
Murong Binglan, one of the Murong family's two beauties!
She had extraordinary talent, stunning looks, and an icy aura that drew the admiration of countless Murong disciples. Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Murong Jie felt a little nervous and uneasy. Meanwhile, Ye Wuque, who had previously kept his eyes closed, now opened them. His formidable will, honed over ten years, helped him control his emotions. His eyes remained calm as he looked at the two standing on the stage. He then walked off the martial field, though Murong Binglan's gaze swept over him, carrying a deep sense of humiliation and disgust.
"Begin."
"Boom!" "Bang!"
Murong Binglan and Murong Jie immediately erupted into battle.
As Ye Wuque walked down from the martial stage, his heart was still stirred, but he slowly made his way to the back of the martial field, where ten figures sat. He bowed his hands toward one of them.
"Uncle Changqing, I’m going back to cultivate now."
The boy’s voice was clear and melodious, as if his recent defeat hadn't left any shadow over him.
"Hmm, Wuque, you can go ahead."
Murong Changqing’s gaze carried a complex emotion. The young man standing there, bowing his hands, had been so incredibly talented ten years ago.
Although Ye Wuque was not from the Murong family, eleven years ago, someone had entrusted him to the Murong family at the age of four and left behind something important. Since then, Murong Changqing had never treated Ye Wuque as an outsider. He had also noticed Ye Wuque’s monstrous talent in cultivation!
At the age of four, he began practicing Murong family’s middle-grade secret technique, *Haotian Fist*, and by the age of five, he had already reached the Fifth Stage of Body Refining. That year, he defeated a peerless genius from one of the Five Super Sect of the Northern Sky Domain, the Qingming Divine Palace.
This news stirred up a storm!
At five years old, the Fifth Stage of Body Refining—what does that even mean?
When a practitioner begins their journey, the first major realm is the Body Refining realm, which is divided into ten stages, focusing on tempering the body, refining blood, and reaching the levels of "skin, muscle, tendon, bone, marrow."
Usually, a person would break through to the First Stage of Body Refining at around ten years old and be called a genius. If they broke through to the Third Stage of Body Refining at ten years old, they would be considered an extraordinary genius, rarely seen in a hundred years.
This level of genius was something that Murong Changqing’s family had only seen once in generations, and that was Murong Tian, who was currently in the Murong family’s forbidden grounds, preparing for his final breakthrough.
The cultivator embarks on their cultivation journey, and the first major realm they encounter is the Body Refining Realm, which is divided into ten stages. It involves tempering the body and refining the qi and blood, corresponding to the "skin, flesh, muscles, bones, and marrow."
Ordinarily, a person breaks through the first level of Body Refining at the age of ten, achieving the Small Success of the Skin Refining Realm, which is considered a sign of talent. If they break through to the third level of Body Refining, reaching the Small Success of the Flesh Refining Realm by ten, they are regarded as a once-in-a-century genius.
Such a genius is rare even in the top three families of Longguang City, one of the largest cities in the Eastern Territory of the Northern Heaven Domain. It is said that only one such genius emerged in the Murong family over several generations, and that person is Murong Tian, who is now entering the Murong family's forbidden area to cultivate and is about to exit.
Murong Tian, who broke through to the third level of Body Refining at the age of ten, was hailed as a once-in-a-century talent.
But what about Ye Wuqie, who broke through to the fifth level of Body Refining, achieving Small Success in Muscle Refining at the age of just five, before his qi and blood had even fully formed?
Murong Changqing originally thought that the Murong family had been blessed, with two such talents appearing in this generation. However, after Ye Wuqie defeated a genius from the Qingming Divine Palace at the age of five, he remained stuck at the fifth level of Body Refining for ten years, with no progress.
For ten years, Ye Wuqie stayed at the fifth level of Body Refining, the stage he had reached at the age of five when he was considered a genius.
Murong Changqing tried countless ways to figure out the reason but found only one answer.
"His qi and blood have inexplicably dried up and no longer suit cultivation."
It was a case of "Heaven's jealousy of talent."
After Murong Changqing had no choice but to give up, Ye Wuqie chose to continue cultivating. He seemed completely unaffected and kept persevering.
However, to outsiders, Ye Wuqie had fallen into a deep abyss, desperately trying to restore his lost genius.
They believed Ye Wuqie had gone mad.
"Wasted Wuqie" became his new nickname.
Just as Ye Wuqie was about to leave the martial stage, a sudden wave of energy surged toward him rapidly!
"Whoosh!"
The overwhelming power surrounded the newcomer, a tall figure who appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. His skin, flesh, muscles, bones, and marrow had all been completely refined, and his qi and blood had already merged seamlessly with his martial energy, emitting a vast power.
Ye Wuqie could clearly see a faint silver crescent moon floating behind him, slightly unstable but radiating a strong aura.
As the white energy slowly dispersed, the person, dressed in white martial robes, appeared before them with a commanding presence. His black hair was neatly tied, and he was immaculate, handsome, and exuded a striking appearance.
"Oh my! It's Murong Tian! Murong Tian has emerged from seclusion!"
"His aura? Did he really break through to the Body Refining Realm?"
"Hiss! Is that... the Soul Moon?"
"At this age, with such cultivation, he truly is the top of his generation in the Murong family!"
The entire martial stage erupted in a buzz, with countless shocked voices. The young disciples, who were of the same age as Murong Tian, appeared bitter and helpless. The once arrogant Murong Hai was now silent.
At this moment, all eyes were on Murong Tian; he was the center of attention.
The two people who had been fighting on the martial stage also stopped. Murong Binglan’s beautiful eyes were fixed on Murong Tian, flashing with excitement.
"Haha! The heavens bless the Murong family! Tian'er, you have finally condensed the Soul Moon and reached the first stage of Refining the Mortal Soul at the age of seventeen! Great! Wonderful!"
At this moment, an elder sitting beside Murong Changqing stood up with a loud laugh, his ordinary appearance and a somewhat ominous aura contrasting with his joy.
Murong Bai Shi, the third elder of the Murong family, and also Murong Tian's grandfather.
"Murong Tian, I pay respects to the family head and the elders."
Murong Tian spoke calmly, his face indifferent, but his tone carried a hint of innate arrogance.
"Tian'er, no need for such formalities. You have successfully condensed the Soul Moon and reached the Refining the Mortal Soul stage at seventeen. This is one of the top three accomplishments in the history of the Murong family over the past two hundred years."
Murong Changqing also expressed his happiness, knowing that Murong Tian's excellence would make the Murong family even more formidable in the future.
"Indeed! Tian'er is a once-in-a-century genius!"
"I've lived sixty years, and never seen a talent like Tian'er."
"Reward him! Family head, Tian'er deserves a reward!"
Murong Bai Shi beamed with pride, clearly elated that his grandson was such an outstanding genius.
Ye Wuqie stood behind Murong Tian, still not leaving, his gaze sweeping over the faint silver crescent moon, his mind racing with thoughts.
"So this is the symbol of the Refining the Mortal Soul stage, the Soul Moon? Truly remarkable."
Suppressing his thoughts, Ye Wuqie sensed the monumental changes within his body. He was about to leave, as he had something extremely important to confirm.
This was the result of his ten years of hardship... and now, at last, he would be rewarded.
"Family head, Murong Tian has a request."
Murong Tian spoke again, his tone still calm. As soon as his words fell, Murong Binglan, who was standing nearby, seemed to have had a realization, her eyes lighting up with joy. She turned to glance at Ye Wuqie, her expression full of disdain and relief.
"Oh? Heh, I promised you that as long as you broke through to the Refining the Mortal Soul stage, I would grant you two requests. Now that you’ve achieved that, Tian'er, you may speak your mind."
Murong Changqing laughed, seemingly knowing what Murong Tian would ask.
Murong Tian suddenly turned his gaze to Ye Wuqie, his eyes cold and indifferent, as though a giant dragon was looking down on an insignificant insect.
"My first request is that I ask the family head to revoke the engagement between Binglan and Ye Wuqie, for he... is unworthy."
These words shocked everyone present.
"Hiss..."
Several Murong disciples gasped, some surprised, others understanding.
"Whoosh."
With a burst of fragrant wind, Murong Binglan fluttered down from the martial stage like a fiery red butterfly, standing beside Murong Tian, raising her chin and coldly saying, "Father, Binglan does not wish to marry Ye Wuqie. Please revoke the engagement. I cannot marry a waste!"
Her cold voice echoed across the arena, reaching the ears of Murong Changqing and the five great elders, as well as every Murong disciple present.
At the same time, Ye Wuqie, who had heard the words of Murong Tian and Murong Binglan, paused in his steps. The Murong disciples, seeing this, instantly began to imagine the sadness and unwillingness Ye Wuqie might be feeling. Many looked at him with pity and sympathy, while others were eager to watch the drama unfold.
Indeed, Ye Wuqie quickly turned around.
But instead of a twisted expression, he smiled... a relaxed smile?
With a cheerful expression, Ye Wuqie cupped his fists and said loudly, "Uncle Changqing, as for the marriage, I already refused it long ago. Since today has come, you can withdraw the decree. I am deeply grateful."
"Eh?"
A wave of surprised exclamations arose. The Murong disciples had imagined various scenarios of sadness, unwillingness, madness, and humiliation, but none of them had expected Ye Wuqie to respond in this way. It seemed he was genuinely... happy?
Hearing Ye Wuqie's response, Murong Binglan nearly staggered, a deep sense of humiliation flooding her heart.
Murong Tian raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Ye Wuqie's reaction. But being a schemer, he kept his expression impassive, waiting for Murong Changqing's response.
"My second request is that I ask the family head to give me the Blood Dragon Jade. Ye Wuqie is not worthy of possessing it."
The words echoed in Ye Wuqie's ears, and his smile slowly faded, his eyes becoming cold with an icy chill!
The Blood Dragon Jade, the only thing left to him by Fu Bo, aside from the sealed letter, had been kept by Murong Changqing. It held the deepest feelings of longing and attachment for Ye Wuqie over the past eleven years. It was something he had always yearned for and was entirely unrelated to the Murong family.
In other words, it had always belonged to Ye Wuqie.
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