What about Ye Wuque, who was only five years old and had broken through the fifth level of body forging and reached the minor success of tendon refining before his blood and qi were formed?

Murong Changqing originally thought that God had blessed the Murong family and allowed two such geniuses to appear in this generation. However, after the five-year-old Ye Wuque defeated the peerless genius from the Qingming Palace, he made no progress in ten years!

For ten years, Ye Wuque has been staying in the fifth level of body forging, staying in the realm of amazing talent when he was five years old.

Murong Changqing tried countless ways to find out the reason, but there was only one result.

"The blood and qi in the body are inexplicably exhausted and no longer suitable for cultivation."

God is jealous of talents, nothing more than this.

Just after Murong Changqing had to give up, Ye Wuque chose to continue practicing. He seemed to be unaffected at all and kept practicing tenaciously.

But in the eyes of outsiders, Ye Wuque couldn't stand falling to the bottom of the valley one day, and wanted to restore his genius glory like crazy.

They thought that Ye Wuque had been crazy for a long time.

"Waste Wuque" became his nickname.

Just as Ye Wuque was about to leave the martial arts arena, a wave of energy rushed up from far away and quickly approached!

"Swoosh"

the powerful Yuan force surged all over his body. The man was tall and looked only about seventeen or eighteen years old. His skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and marrow were all trained thoroughly. His blood and Qi had already completely merged with the Yuan force, and they were indistinguishable from each other. The lingering white Yuan force was filled with a huge power!

Ye Wuque could clearly see a pale silver crescent moon jumping behind this man, as tall as a man. Although it was blurry and very unstable, it exuded a powerful aura. The

white Yuan force slowly dissipated, and this man was wearing a white martial arts shirt fluttering in the wind, with black hair in a bun, combed meticulously, dust-free all over his body, handsome, and very good-looking.

"Oh my god! It's Murong Tian! Murong Tian has come out of retreat!"

"His aura? Did he really break through the body-building realm?"

"Hiss! Is that... Po Yue?"

"At such an age and with such a high level of cultivation, he is indeed the best of the young generation of the Murong family!"

... The entire martial arts arena immediately exploded with the appearance of Murong Tian. Countless shocked voices spread, especially those young disciples of the same age as Murong Tian who were sitting on the stone benches. They all showed bitterness and helplessness. Murong Hai, who was showing off his might just a moment ago, was now silent.

Murong Tian, ​​at this moment, attracted everyone's attention. He was the center of light.

The two people who were fighting on the martial arts arena also stopped at this moment. Murong Binglan stared at Murong Tian with her beautiful eyes, shining brightly.

"Haha! God bless my Murong family! Tian'er, you finally condensed the soul moon and stepped into the first level of Xifan! The Yingpo realm at the age of seventeen! Good! That's great!"

At this moment, an old man sitting next to Murong Changqing stood up suddenly and laughed at the sky. The old man looked ordinary and exuded a gloomy smell, but at this time he laughed very happily. The

third elder of the Murong family, Murong Baishi, is also Murong Tian's grandfather.

"Murong Tian greets the head of the family and the elders."

Speaking lightly, Murong Tian's face was also indifferent, but there was a hint of innate pride in his tone.

"Tian'er, there is no need to be polite. You successfully condensed the soul moon and stepped into the Xifan realm at the age of seventeen. At this age, you are also among the top three in the two hundred years of inheritance of my Murong family."

Murong Changqing was also very happy in his heart. As the heir of the Murong family, Murong Tian's excellence undoubtedly made the Murong family have another master in the years to come.

"Yes! Tian'er is a rare genius in a century!"

"I have lived for sixty years, and I have only seen a genius like Tian'er in my lifetime."

"Reward! Patriarch, Tian'er is so outstanding, he deserves a reward!"

... Murong Baishi heard the praises of other elders, and his heart was even more proud and hot. His grandson was so outstanding, it was really a great honor!

Ye Wuque stood behind Murong Tian and had not left yet. His eyes swept across the pale silver crescent moon, revealing a strange light, and his thoughts surged in his heart.

"Is this the symbol of the Xifan Realm, the Soul Moon? It is indeed strange."

Suppressing his thoughts and feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body, Ye Wuque was ready to leave here. He had something extremely important to confirm.

This was the good fortune he gained in exchange for ten years of extinction!

Today, he finally got what he wanted!

"Master, Murong Tian has something to ask for."

Murong Tian spoke again calmly. As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Binglan, who was standing on the martial arts stage, had her beautiful eyes light up. She seemed to have thought of something and was overjoyed. Her eyes swept over Ye Wuque, who was turning around and preparing to leave, full of disgust and relief.

"Oh? Haha, I promised you that as long as you can break through to the Xifan Realm during this retreat, I will agree to your two requests. Now you have really done it, so, Tian'er, if you have any requests, just ask."

As if knowing what Murong Tian was thinking, Murong Changqing smiled.

Murong Tian, ​​who received Murong Changqing's affirmation, suddenly turned his eyes and looked at Ye Wuque, who was about to leave, indifferently, like a nine-day dragon looking down at an ant.

"The first thing Murong Tian is speaking on behalf of Binglan, begging the master to withdraw Binglan's engagement with Ye Wuque, because he... is not worthy."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the room was shocked.

"Hiss"

only several sounds of people sucking in cold air were heard all around. Many Murong disciples were stunned at first and then suddenly realized.

"Swoosh"

brought a fragrant breeze, Murong Binglan flew down the martial arts stage like a fiery red butterfly, stood beside Murong Tian, ​​raised her delicate chin, and said coldly: "Dad, Binglan doesn't want to marry Ye Wuque, please take back your order, Binglan can't marry a waste!" The

cold and beautiful daughter's voice spread all around, and instantly fell into the ears of Murong Changtian and the five elders who were sitting together, and even more clearly reached the ears of every Murong disciple.

At the same time, Ye Wuque, who also heard the words of Murong Tian and Murong Binglan, also paused. This scene fell into the eyes of Murong disciples, and they instantly imagined Ye Wuque's sadness and unwillingness. Some of the eyes projected on Ye Wuque were full of sympathy and pity, but more of them were a sense of teasing. Sure

enough, Ye Wuque turned around quickly.

But the expected distorted face did not appear, and instead there was a relaxed...smile?