The New Cold Sword Spirit Shadow, Volume One: Evil Cultivator, Chapter One: Don't Bully a Young Man's Poorness

Volume One: The Heretical Cultivator Chapter One: Don't Underestimate a Young Man's

Potential Xiangcheng is nestled at the foot of the Lion Mountain Range, built against the mountainside. To the north, bordering the mountain, lies the Yang family's territory; to the east, the sworn enemy Mu family's territory; and to the west, the neutral Mo family's territory. These three forces stand in a tripartite balance, each restraining the other, none able to truly dominate the others.

In the center of Xiangcheng lies the renowned cultivation academy—Piaomiao Academy.

Within the Piaomiao Academy's training grounds, a handsome young man struggles to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but no matter how hard he tries, he cannot detect even the slightest fluctuation.

Normally, by the age of ten, one's body begins to resonate with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and by the age of twelve at the latest, one can break the seal on their spiritual veins and advance to the Spiritual Source Realm. From then on, spiritual energy flows continuously, nourishing the meridians and tempering the body and mind.

Unfortunately, while the handsome young man possesses an impressive appearance and a faint air of dashing heroism, he is a cultivation failure. There is a name for such people in this world.

"Congenitally Destined Body."

This means a constitution destined to perish from birth, unable to cultivate spiritual power no matter how hard one tries.

He was already sixteen years old. His parents had long since lost all hope in him and would never give him a chance to turn things around, intending to remove his name from the family genealogy.

Such a person was a stain on the family and could not remain in the family annals!

"Yang Jing!" Suddenly, a beautiful woman's voice called out the boy's name.

Yang Jing opened his eyes, turned his head to the right, and saw a woman of stunning beauty, about twenty years old, with long black hair, bright eyes and white teeth, a jade nose and red lips, and a pointed face like an apple. What would make a man's heart flutter most was her proud figure. Her breasts were not just full, but could be described as domineering. Coupled with a slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, a round and plump bottom, and long, beautiful legs, she was a masterpiece of art!

Her name was Xiao Ning, a female teacher at the Misty Academy, and her strength was at the early stage of the Soul Realm.

"Teacher Xiao..." Yang Jing walked over with a worried expression. The other students who were cultivating also looked over, wondering why this good-for-nothing had been called upon by the beautiful teacher.

"This is your last year in the academy. The teachers and principal have discussed it and unanimously believe that you are not suitable to stay in the academy."

Thump!

A bolt from the blue!

The students whispered among themselves, mocking Yang Jing for truly disgracing the academy and setting a new record in the history of the Misty Academy.

Yang Jing clenched his fists, his heart filled with anger. Let these people laugh all they want; one day he would surpass them and see if they would still be laughing.

Yang Jing left the academy, disheartened. On his way home, people pointed and whispered about him.

"Look, the good-for-nothing of the Yang family."

"Still has the nerve to stay in the Misty Academy? He's really shameless."

"He's a disgrace to his parents."

Cold words shot at Yang Jing like arrows. He didn't dodge or evade, letting the cold arrows pierce his body. He endured it!

Back home, in the opulent complex, young men and women pointed fingers at Yang Jing, this good-for-nothing.

Yang Jing rushed to his courtyard, pushed open the door to his room, and jumped into bed—how embarrassing!

That evening, a maid named Xiao Hua brought Yang Jing food. She was his only friend and servant.

Xiao Hua was only fourteen years old, her hair tied in two buns, her bangs neatly styled, with bright, large eyes, a gentle and charming demeanor, and an obedient personality. She had lived with Yang Jing since childhood; they were practically childhood sweethearts.

"Young Master," Xiao Hua said, gently knocking on the door when she saw it wasn't closed.

"Xiao Hua, come in." The room was divided into a living room and a bedroom, separated only by an archway. Xiao Hua placed the food on the table, went to close the bedroom door, and then followed the sound into the bedroom.

"Young Master..." Xiao Hua felt saddened to see Yang Jing hiding under the covers. She knew how his family viewed him and that he was being treated coldly. Even at dinner, his family wouldn't eat with him, showing how neglected he was.

Xiao Hua sat down on the bed and said to herself, "Young Master, one must have ambition and not give up."

Yang Jing poked his head out and said, "I'm not giving up, I'm just feeling down right now."

Xiao Hua smiled and said, "Then let's eat, regain our strength, and plan for the future."

She was trying to coax him to eat; she was worried he wouldn't even eat.

Yang Jing got out of bed, pulled Xiao Hua to the living room, and sat down at the dining table, saying, "You eat too."

"Okay."

The two ate like a young married couple, enjoying a warm and pleasant meal. But then, a loud "thump" came from outside the door, and it was kicked open.

"Useless trash! Get out here now!" A pretty young girl crossed her arms over her chest, squeezing her ample breasts into a deep curve. She looked no more than eleven or twelve, even younger than Xiaohua, but her figure was comparable to, and perhaps even surpassed, that of an adult woman. Judging from her arrogant attitude, she must be of high status.

Yang Jing came out upon hearing the commotion and immediately shouted at the girl, "How dare you, Yang Xin, yell at your brother like that? I'll teach you a lesson!"

He tried to grab her, but she slapped him hard, causing him to cough up blood and stumble to the ground, looking utterly pathetic.

"Spirit Origin Realm! When did you reach that level?" Yang Jing was shocked. No wonder his sister, Yang Xin, dared to yell at him at such a young age; she must have some skill.

"Hmph! Useless trash is useless trash."

Xiaohua trembled in fear. The Spirit Origin Realm symbolized the difference between mortals and cultivators—a world of difference!

"Get out of here! Your parents want to see you." With that, she led the way out of Yang Jing's courtyard.

Yang Jing wiped the blood from his mouth, was helped up by Xiao Hua, and the two followed behind Yang Xin.

Yang Xin led Yang Jing towards the ancestral hall. Yang Jing knew something was wrong, but dared not resist.

Upon arriving at the ancestral hall, he saw the entire Yang family, young and old.

Yang Jing glanced around, taking in his parents, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins, and so on. Their faces were all equally despicable!

"Sinner Yang Jing, step forward!" The clan head, Yang Jing's father Yang Aotian, held the family genealogy in his hand and called out loudly.

Yang Jing thought, "Sinner? When did I become a sinner?"

The situation was dire, and Yang Xin retreated to her parents' side, coldly staring at Yang Jing in the hall.

"Yang Jing, a sinner of the Yang family, born with a congenitally dead body, has tarnished the prestige of our Yang family and is a disgrace to our illustrious name! From this day forward, you are removed from the Yang family ancestral genealogy, stripped of your right to inherit the family business, and stripped of the Yang surname. From now on, you shall be surnamed Pig or Dog, and have nothing to do with the Yang family!"

Yang Jing was furious! What were these people doing? Was his congenitally dead body something he wanted? Did he intend to tarnish the Yang family's reputation? He didn't blame his parents for giving him life, yet they blamed him?

"Hahahaha~~~~~~" Yang Jing laughed angrily, saying, "From this day forward, I sever all ties with the Yang family. I change my name to Lan Xiaoyao! I will roam freely under the blue sky!" With that, he turned and left. Before stepping out of the ancestral hall, he glanced at Xiaohua and thought to himself, "Take care."

Xiaohua, with tears in her eyes, knelt down and kowtowed to Yang Jing's parents. She stood up and said, "I, Xiaohua, also sever all ties with the Yang family from this day forward. I will follow Brother Lan for the rest of my life."

"Xiaohua..." Lan Xiaoyao was deeply moved, then said loudly, "Alright! Let's go!"

Everyone watched Lan Xiaoyao leave, and a voice drifted from afar: "Thirty years west of the river, thirty years east of the river, never underestimate a young man's potential!"

Everyone was speechless, thinking, could a cripple like him still make waves?

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