Qingshi Town is a small town located in the southernmost part of Daxia Kingdom.
The town is nestled at the foot of the magnificent Baihua Mountain. People here make a living by collecting herbs, among which the Jiang family is one of the more famous families in Qingshi Town.
"No spiritual body, no chance to practice!"
These seven words were like a heavy hammer hitting the young man's heart. The moment the middle-aged monk announced them, the young man's body trembled slightly.
The young man's eyes began to become hollow, his eyes gradually lost their light, and he slowly walked towards the field numbly.
At the same time, jeers erupted in the square one after another.
"I'm just telling you! How can this loser have a spirit body!"
"I don't know what this loser is thinking. He dares to come for the test. He is really asking for humiliation!"
"If he had a spiritual body, then I would become a real monk! Haha!"
"When this guy was born, he brought bad luck to his mother. Then he killed his father. Now he's almost impoverishing our Jiang family! He's such a bad guy!"
"Oh, such a waste, I don't know what our Jiang family owes him. He is really unlucky for eight lifetimes!"
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The cynicism around him deeply hurt the young man's heart.
When his father was still alive, these people never dared to say such words to his face. However, with the passing of his father, these people who are related to him by blood gradually reveal their true colors.
At this moment, these so-called tribesmen trampled his dignity under their feet, as if mocking the young man had become their pleasure.
On the main seat, a middle-aged man took a deep look at the young man and sighed: "Second brother, I have tried my best! If Jiang Fan has a spiritual body, I will definitely cultivate him with all my heart, even if I spend all my money on Jiang Fan." With all the family’s wealth, it’s a pity that this child has no spiritual body and will not be able to practice in this life…”
"I don't blame you, it's just that this child has a hard life." The beautiful woman beside him comforted softly, with no expression on her face.
The boy's name is Jiang Fan. His mother passed away after giving birth to him, so his father named him Jiang Fan, which means that he can live an ordinary and comfortable life.
However, fate seemed to have played a joke on him.
Jiang Fan has been frail and sickly since the day he was born. He has been suffering from ailments and needs to rely on spiritual herbs to repair his meridians every day to extend his life. When he was six years old, his father had an accident while going up the mountain to pick spiritual herbs for him. Unfortunately, he fell off a cliff and died.
From then on, Jiang Fan truly became an orphan. As a young man, he could only rely on the Jiang family to survive.
Jiang Fan's uncle is named Jiang Shan, and he is the patriarch of the Jiang family. He has taken good care of Jiang Fan over the years, and he has given Jiang Fan some of the spiritual herbs that repair his meridians.
However, Jiang Fan's aunt Pei Jing didn't care much about him. To be honest, this aunt actually hopes that this good-for-nothing nephew will be reincarnated as soon as possible. After all, these spiritual herbs are very valuable.
Today, the Jiang family spent a lot of money to invite a monk from outside to conduct spiritual tests for the younger generation of the Jiang family.
Jiang Fan had been waiting for this day for a long time. If he had a spirit body, he would be able to get out of this predicament and no longer need to rely on others. However, today this only hope was completely shattered!
"Next, Jiang Wen!"
As soon as the middle-aged monk finished speaking, a young man about the same age as Jiang Fan walked forward quickly.
When the middle-aged monk began to cast his spell and lightly touched the young man's forehead, a hint of admiration appeared on the middle-aged monk's face.
"Pseudo-spiritual body, you can practice!"
Following the middle-aged monk's announcement, a burst of enthusiastic envy immediately sounded in the square.
"As expected of the patriarch's son! The young master has a spiritual body, which is really a great blessing for the Jiang family!"
"That's not the case! With the young master's intelligence, he might actually be able to become an immortal in the future, so that our tribe can also take advantage of it."
"That loser is as insignificant as an ant in front of the young master. What a difference!"
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Hearing the appreciative sounds from the crowd, Jiang Wen had a satisfied smile on his face.
Then, Jiang Wen pretended to be solemn and bowed to the middle-aged monk, and then slowly walked off the field.
"Jiang Fan, if my cousin were you, he might have died a long time ago. If he were reincarnated earlier, he wouldn't have to continue to suffer from the pain." Jiang Wen deliberately stood next to Jiang Fan and said with a mocking tone.
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl next to him scolded: "Jiang Wen, you say that Jiang Fan is also your cousin! Forget it if you don't help Jiang Fan, you actually mock Jiang Fan with other clan members."
The girl's skirt is fluttering, her green dress is fragrant in the wind, and she is extremely beautiful. As he glanced at her, she was graceful, stunning, and already had a beauty that shouldn't be seen at this age.
This girl is Jiang Fan's cousin Jiang Yao and Jiang Wen's biological sister. Jiang Yao did not alienate Jiang Fan because he was a waste. On the contrary, she had been silently taking care of Jiang Fan over the years.
However, facing this waste who had taken away his sister's care from him, Jiang Wen hated Jiang Fan even more.
"Sister, why do you always favor this loser?" Jiang Wen said angrily, claiming that he was a poor person who was ignored by his sister.
Faced with Jiang Wen's pretentiousness and the ridicule of his tribe, Jiang Fan has seen through everything over the years. In the entire Jiang family, except for his cousin Jiang Yao and his uncle Jiang Shan, no one seems to be really kind to him.
Jiang Fan said softly: "Cousin, my cousin is right. I, Jiang Fan, am a waste, a waste who only eats for free in the Jiang family. Perhaps death is also a kind of relief for me."
After hearing this, Jiang Yao hurriedly consoled him: "Jiang Fan, how could you think so? Your cousin didn't mean it..." However, before he could finish his words, the middle-aged monk's call sounded again on the field.
"Next, Jiang Yao!"
Jiang Yao could only give up and told Jiang Fan: "Wait until I come down and we can have a good talk." Then, she quickly stepped forward, preparing to accept the test from the middle-aged monk.
After a while, the middle-aged monk's hand that touched Jiang Yao's forehead began to tremble violently, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"It turns out to be a true spiritual body!" the middle-aged monk said excitedly.
Previously, pseudo-spiritual bodies like Jiang Wen were not uncommon for monks. They were the bodies of enlightenment for mortals to start their path to spiritual practice. But at this moment, Jiang Yao's true spiritual body is a spiritual body that is rarely seen in ten years. It is very rare.
People with true spiritual bodies can have a unique resonance with spiritual energy, and can absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth three times faster than pseudo-spiritual bodies. In other words, one day of practice for a monk with a true spiritual body is equivalent to three days of practice for a monk with a pseudo-spiritual body.
"I didn't expect that Yao'er turned out to be a true spirit!" At this moment, Jiang Shan, who was sitting on the main seat, stood up excitedly.
"Jiang Shan, I gave you two children with spiritual bodies, and I didn't bring shame to your Jiang family!" Pei Jing said coquettishly, looking at her daughter on the field with a proud look on her face.
"Madam is right, now our Jiang family has hope!" Jiang Shan quickly followed the trend.
The crowd instantly became excited, and everyone was filled with envy and cast their fiery glances at him.
Jiang Yao, who had an unworldly temperament, had become the focus of the audience at this moment. She was very excited. After all, not everyone can have a true spirit body.
"Cousin Jiang Yao, you are really outstanding! Jiang Fan, I wish you my best wishes in advance. It's just your kindness that Jiang Fan can only repay in the next life!"
"Also, uncle, thank you for taking care of Jiang Fan all these years. Without you, Jiang Fan would have died of illness long ago. But from now on, my uncle will never have to quarrel with my aunt because of Jiang Fan."
Jiang Fan looked at Jiang Yao and Jiang Shan affectionately, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then left the Jiang family, merged into the crowded streets, and walked slowly towards Baihua Mountain.
At this moment, the back of this sixteen-year-old boy was so lonely, which was in sharp contrast to the bustling Jiangjia Square. Jiang Fan's figure gradually faded away, with no intention of looking back.
Those seven short words seemed to be the last straw for the young man...
