Immortal Clan: My cultivation is the sum of my family's

Think for a moment.

Yang Chuanming's eyes became sharp, even a little violent.

"Senior, although I still can't start my cultivation, if anything happens to my sister in the future, I, Yang Chuanming, swear that even if I die without a burial place, I will definitely kill all my enemies and make them live a life worse than death!"

While talking.

Yang Chuanming knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Master Ke Jian.

Just as he raised his head, bright red blood flowed out of his forehead. A trickle of blood flowed from his eyebrows to the wings of his nose, and finally dripped from his chin.

Finished.

Yang Chuanming stood up and walked towards the side of the bamboo forest shrouded in thick fog.

Soon, it disappeared from sight.

See this.

Master Ke Jian finally opened his eyes and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I underestimated this little fellow before. He actually has such a violent side. However, with a personality like this, even if he starts practicing, I'm afraid he will eventually become a demon."

The words stop here.

Master Ke Jian shook his head slightly, with no intention of escorting Yang Chuanming, wanting to let him fend for himself.

the other side.

It didn't take long.

After Yang Chuanming rushed out of the bamboo forest, he stopped and looked back into the depths of the bamboo forest.

His face turned pale, he was sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

Unconsciously, his eyes began to turn red, with tears flickering in them.

"Yang Yongshu, you bastard, why do you make me bear all this!"

Yang Chuanming's face showed a ferocious expression, his body trembled slightly, his hands were clenched into fists, and bright red blood flowed from between his fingers.

Shortly after he was born, his mother ran away, and Yang Yongshu then brought Yang Chuanyu back to the Yang family.

Because Yang Yongshu was addicted to gambling all day long, the brothers and sisters suffered from contempt and gossip in the Yang family.

Nowadays, Yang Chuanyu's talent is extraordinary, which makes Master Ke Jian favor her, but what about him?

Possessing four pseudo spiritual roots, Yang Chuanyu has already reached the fourth level of Qi Condensation, but he still cannot draw Qi into his body.

I wanted to protect my sister Yang Chuanyu forever, but this is the world of immortal cultivation, a world that only cares about the qualifications for immortality.

Today, he has become a burden to Yang Chuanyu.

How can he feel at ease with this!

Think for a moment.

Yang Chuanming withdrew his gaze and prepared to go down the mountain along a rugged path and leave Qingyun Sect.

He had discovered this path by chance not long ago when he was traveling nearby with Yang Chuanyu.

There is a deep valley at the foot of the mountain. If nothing unexpected happens, as long as we walk out of the valley, we should be able to leave Qingyun Sect.

As for where he will go next, he doesn't know, and for now he can only take one step at a time.

It didn't take long.

As it was dark and the path down the mountain was extremely rugged, Yang Chuanming missed a step and rolled down the mountain.

"Ahhhh!"

As Yang Chuanming rolled down the mountain, he let out screams.

that's it.

I don’t know how long it took.

Yang Chuanming finally regained consciousness.

When he struggled to open his heavy eyelids, he immediately felt piercing pain all over his body, as if all the bones in his body were broken, making him feel like dying.

"I... am not dead, it hurts so much!"

Yang Chuanming clenched his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat the size of beans broke out.

at this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he accidentally caught sight of a ball of light, like a cluster of fireflies, but shrouded in a faint blood-red halo.

He looked closely and saw that it was the ancient ring he had always carried with him.

However, the ancient ring was now stained with a lot of blood and mud.

He accidentally discovered this ancient ring in the Yang family's old house when he was nine years old, and he has been carrying it with him ever since.

have to say.

This ancient ring is very special. Although it looks inconspicuous, there are many cracks on it.

But as long as you wear it on your body, you can clearly feel a faint coolness constantly emanating from the ancient ring.

And for some unknown reason, at this moment, he vaguely felt that the ancient ring had some kind of mysterious connection with him.

"what happened?"

Yang Chuanming frowned, confused.

moment.

Just as he struggled to sit up, he held the ancient ring in his palm.

At this moment, a rough and vicissitudes of life voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

"Congratulations on obtaining the Panlong Holy Ring and successfully receiving the Master's blood!"

Panlong Holy Ring?

Yang Chuanming's expression changed slightly. He looked around and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

The words fell.

That rough and vicissitudes of life voice sounded again in Yang Chuanming's mind.

"Don't panic! I am the spirit of the Panlong Sacred Ring. Since you have allowed the Panlong Sacred Ring to recognize you with blood, from now on, you are my master."

Yang Chuanming frowned, then turned his gaze back to the ancient ring in his hand and asked suspiciously, "Weapon spirit?"

"The Panlong Sacred Ring is a sacred object forged by the ancient Barbarian Blood Clan using the bones of a celestial demon and earthly dragon. It is also nurtured with various spiritual essences of heaven and earth, so it is not surprising that it has given birth to a spirit."

Ancient barbarian blood clan?

Yang Chuanming pondered for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Since this is a sacred object from the ancient Barbarian Blood Clan, is there any way to help me cultivate?"

The weapon spirit said without hesitation: "In ancient times, the Barbarian Blood Clan was famous for its body refining method. Naturally, it has the most powerful body refining method in the world."

"However, my master, with your current physique, if you cannot obtain the true blood of the Barbarian Blood Clan to improve your body, this most powerful body-building method is not suitable for you to practice for the time being."

Yang Chuanming smiled bitterly and said, "I thought I had found some way to change my fate by chance, but I didn't expect it to fail in the end because of my own qualifications."

The weapon spirit disapproved and said, "My master, you don't have to be discouraged. Although you can't practice this most powerful body-refining method for the time being, you can practice other body-refining methods for the time being. When you find the true blood of the Barbarian Blood Clan one day, you can practice the most powerful body-refining method again..."

After some conversation.

Yang Chuanming learned that the Panlong Holy Ring not only contained the most powerful body refining method, but also other body refining methods of the Barbarian Blood Clan.

Moreover, practicing the Barbarian Blood Clan's body-refining method does not require strict qualifications, but only requires strong willpower.

Furthermore.

The spirit of the weapon told him.

During the ancient war, although the Barbarian Blood Clan suffered a devastating disaster, the tribe leader of the Barbarian Blood Clan left the tribe's true blood in the ancient battlefield before his death.

As long as he obtains the true blood of the Barbarian Blood Clan, he can still practice the Barbarian Blood Clan's most powerful body refining method, and is expected to become the most powerful body cultivator.

However, only by entering the ancient battlefield can the weapon spirit feel the true blood left by the Barbarian Blood Clan leader.

Having said that, as he had just entered the world of immortal cultivation, he didn't know where to go at the moment, let alone find the so-called ancient battlefield.

A moment of silence.

Yang Chuanming's face showed determination. He looked up at the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist and said in a deep voice, "Xiaoyu, live well. I will not let you down the next time we meet."

Finished.

Yang Chuanming gritted his teeth and limped out of the valley...