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Pride of the Gods
墨書 Inktalez
Ning City, Aojia.
At this moment, the training ground of Aojia was crowded with people, mostly young individuals in their teens and twenties.
Not far away, a boy around fifteen or sixteen stood quietly by himself.
The boy had delicate features, and his youthful face was filled with a gentle expression. However, he seemed somewhat out of place compared to the groups of people around him who were engaged in lively discussions.
When the people around glanced at the boy, their eyes reflected a mix of emotions—pity, sympathy, mockery, and regret...
Aotian, a once-promising genius who had been regarded as the hope of his entire family, had fallen so low. For three whole years, he remained stuck at the fourth stage of the acquired realm, unable to advance even a step. The elders of his family, who had high hopes for him, were filled with disappointment.
At that moment, a group of people arrogantly pushed through the crowd and surrounded Aotian. One boy in a white shirt with a mean expression stood in front of Aotian and mocked him:
"You worthless piece of trash, how dare you stand here!"
"Exactly! In my opinion, you might as well just end it all to avoid embarrassing yourself!"
"Brother Feng, this waste is nothing compared to you except for having his father as the family head!" A voice flattered the mean-looking boy.
Aofeng smirked sarcastically:
"That old man of his is also useless! He can't even protect his own woman and has brought shame to our Aojia. I really don't know how he still has the face to be the family head. In my opinion, he should take this worthless son of his and get out of Aojia as soon as possible!"
Immediately, the crowd echoed with jeers, continuously belittling Aotian while elevating Aofeng.
Aotian's expression turned somewhat ferocious; his nails dug deeply into his palm as if he felt no pain, blood seeping from the wounds. Yet deep within his eyes flickered profound pain and helplessness.
Just then, a shout suddenly rang out from the crowd:
"Aofeng, why didn't you dare to say that to Aotian three years ago?"
As soon as the words were spoken, a slender girl appeared before everyone. Her long, shiny black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her tight-fitting outfit accentuated an alluring curve, exuding a graceful and captivating aura that mesmerized the crowd.
When Aofeng saw the newcomer, a flash of fear crossed her eyes, but she quickly smiled and said, "So it's Sister Yan who has arrived."
Aoyan snorted coldly, pointing a jade-like finger at Aofeng and asked, "I'm asking you, why didn't you dare to say these words three years ago?!"
Hearing Aoyan persistently press this question, Aofeng's face darkened, looking extremely displeased. She then huffed angrily, "A true hero doesn't dwell on past glories. No matter how that waste was before, now he is just a useless person!"
"You..." Aoyan glared at Aofeng, her chest rising and falling as she clearly struggled to suppress her anger.
"Aotian, you are truly becoming more useless by the day, even needing a girl to stand in front of you." Aofeng continued to mock Aotian, ignoring Aoyan's increasingly unpleasant expression.
"Ha..." Aotian slowly exhaled a puff of white breath, glanced lightly at Aofeng, and then walked away.
As Aofeng watched the boy walk past her, her face flushed with embarrassment, feeling that her dignity had been challenged.
Because throughout the entire exchange, Aotian had not said a single word; it was entirely her own solo performance. Especially when Aotian looked at her as he left, it felt as if he was gazing at a clown.
"Aotian, in seven days it will be the Test Match of the Aojia. I will personally defeat you in front of everyone and show them just how fallen and incompetent this 'genius' of yours really is!"
"I am waiting..." A voice with a subtle magnetic quality slowly emerged.
Aoyan shot a glare at Aofeng, cold light flickering in his eyes. Then, with a movement, he chased after Aotian.
Aofeng, however, looked at the two with a cold smile and murmured ominously, "In seven days, I will make you lose all your face!"
The surrounding youths couldn't help but shiver in unison...
"Aotian, don't pay attention to that lunatic Aofeng; he is just jealous of your past achievements," Aoyan hurriedly said after catching up to Aotian.
Aotian glanced at the girl beside him and replied, "I know."
"Then about the Test Match in seven days..."
"I will take action," Aotian said calmly. "And I will defeat him myself," he added silently in his heart.
"But your cultivation is only at the fourth level of the acquired stage, while Aofeng..." Aoyan's anxious voice was interrupted by Aotian.
"After being silent for three years, it seems many have forgotten my abilities!" As soon as he finished speaking, the gentleness on Aotian's face faded away, replaced by a chilling aura on his still somewhat youthful face.
Looking at Aotian beside him, Aoyan was slightly taken aback. The current Aotian was nowhere near the previous softness; the fierce look in his eyes left Aoyan feeling alarmed.
"Sister Yan, thank you! Once again, you helped me out of a tight spot," Aotian said as the coldness on his face instantly vanished, replaced by a gentle expression once more.
Aoyan gazed deeply at Aotian and said,
"Is the once genius about to shine with his own brilliance again?"
Aotian's lips curled slightly upward.
"In seven days, won't it all be revealed?"
Aoyan covered her mouth and chuckled lightly.
"It seems you are going to make an example out of someone. If I'm not mistaken, Aofeng unfortunately has become that example."
Aotian remained silent, only raising his head to look in a certain direction, his eyes filled with ruthlessness as he murmured,
"Willow Demon, the pain you have caused me, I will surely return it with interest..."
The night was as dark as ink, and the bright moon shone through the clouds, casting its light upon the earth.
In a room, Aotian sat cross-legged, his hands continuously forming mysterious hand seals. The surrounding Heaven and Earth Profound Qi seemed to be drawn in, flowing ceaselessly into Aotian's pores.
At this moment, Aotian resembled a colossal beast devouring the surrounding profound energy without fatigue.
The profound energy flowed like small loaches into Aotian's body, moving towards certain meridians before gathering into a mass of profound energy in his Dantian.
Time passed without notice as the mass of profound energy in Aotian's Dantian grew larger. Suddenly, a golden light flickered, and a dragon's roar echoed from within the mass of profound energy.
The originally robust mass of profound energy had completely vanished, replaced by a Golden Energy in its place.
The surge of Golden Energy was like a newly born baby, filled with curiosity about everything around it. It continuously wandered within Aotian's Dantian.
During this time, the sound of Dragon's Roar echoed, but this Dragon's Roar seemed somewhat immature, as if a newly hatched dragon was softly whimpering.
In the room, Aotian slowly opened his eyes. Upon closer inspection, one would notice a flicker of golden light within them, appearing quite strange.
After a while, the golden light in Aotian's eyes transformed into nothingness, returning to its original clear black and white.
"Well, not bad. You have mastered the Transformation Technique in just three years. Your talent is indeed terrifying," a middle-aged voice resonated in Aotian's mind.
Aotian seemed accustomed to this sudden presence and merely curled his lips in response, saying, "Three years might even be enough for me to break through to the innate level again. I have endured quite a bit to cultivate this Dragon God Transformation Technique."
"Little one, don't be so smug after gaining an advantage. Although you have faced much ridicule in these three years, it has also granted you resilience far beyond your peers. Especially the Dragon God Transformation Technique; it is an extremely formidable skill. If you wish to defeat that Willow Demon and reunite with your mother, you must cultivate this technique."
This time, Aotian did not refute. A complex expression flickered in his eyes; perhaps that mysterious voice had touched the softness within Aotian's heart...
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