Seeing that he kept shaking his head, Mu Chengxue said lightly: "Give up, those ancient martial arts have long been lost with the end of the times." She thought Xiao Chen was just trying to find those ancient martial arts.

Xiao Chen didn't speak, ancient martial arts? Isn't the Xuanqing martial arts he possessed the most mysterious ancient martial arts? But he has tried countless times to practice, but it is useless and he can't feel any spiritual energy.

"Why can you cultivate to the Killing Realm, but I can't feel a trace of spiritual energy?" He asked what he wanted to know the most.

Mu Chengxue looked at him for a long time and finally said, "I thought you were a person who knew the way of cultivation, but why did you ask such a simple, even a bit funny question?"

Xiao Chen frowned: "It's funny? I really don't know."

Mu Chengxue shook her head and said nothing.

"Tell me, I really don't know what's going on." Xiao Chen was a little anxious.

"Forget it, let your hand out."

As she said, Xiao Chen rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand.

Mu Chengxue's fingers were together, and a little white light was generated and pressed on his wrist. After a moment, his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and he said, "You don't have a spiritual vein in your body, how can you feel the spiritual energy in this world?"

"Spiritual vein? What kind of spiritual vein?" Xiao Chen was a little confused. He had never heard of any spiritual vein when he was practicing in Xuanqing Sect.

Mu Chengxue shook his head, thinking that he didn't know anything, and said in a silence: "The spiritual vein is the foundation of the immortal cultivator. Any practitioner must have at least one spiritual vein to feel the spiritual energy in this world. Those who have three must have excellent talent and six are called phoenix feathers and dragon scales, and those who have nine are saints. As for the twelve complete spiritual veins, they have never heard of anyone with twelve complete spiritual veins for thousands of years."

After hearing her talk for a long time, Xiao Chen finally asked the question he didn't want to ask: "What do you mean is that I don't even have a spiritual vein and can't practice at all?"

Mu Chengxue nodded: "It's roughly that."

Xiao Chen seemed to be hit by a bolt from the blue. He had never heard of any spiritual veins back then. Everyone could practice. Those with poor qualifications could reach the Qi Refining Realm for ten or eight years. Work hard to reach the Foundation Building Realm, those with better talent could reach the Dan Killing Realm, and even the Nascent Soul Realm. He was extremely talented back then, but now he actually...

He felt a little powerless. Is there really a way of heaven that dominates sentient beings? He shouldn't have been alive, because he escaped the disaster back then, so God is coming to punish and torture him now?

He stood up and staggered outside. He finally knew what he had been wanting to know, but the reality was so cruel. "You help me break the formation, I can pass through a layer of mysterious skills to you. Within one month, it will be enough to deal with any cultivator below the middle stage of foundation building." Mu Chengxue said behind.

"No need..." Xiao Chen was powerless.

Mu Chengxue sighed, thought carefully, and pondered: "How come he doesn't even have a spiritual vein? No! Why did he feel just now... he... hey! Wait! Come back!"

She suddenly raised her head, and a look of shock appeared on her face, but Xiao Chen had already left without a trace.

Returning to his residence, Wisteria Pavilion, Xiao Chen punched a big banyan tree, shaking the leaves rustling.

"Why!"

He roared at the sky, then punched the tree one by one, smashing the bark until his hands were covered in blood.

"Why! Master, where are you? Why did you save me? Why did you let me live in such a painful life? Tell me..."

When he woke up in a dream, thousands of years have passed. This is actually the most painful thing in his heart, but no one tells it.

"Why should I leave me alone in this world? Why can't I die even if I want to die? Master, kill me..."

He screamed weakly, holding the trunk with both hands, his fingers were embedded in the bark, and the blood flowed down the trunk, but it didn't matter. The wound on his hand would inevitably heal within three days, and there was no scar.

"Young Master...Young Master! It's not good!"

At this moment, an urgent voice came from outside. Xiao Chen turned around and saw a girl in red shirt running in panic. The girl's name was Xiaoruo. It was bought by his mother many years ago from a bully at the foot of the mountain. It was nominally a maid, but since she was a child, Xiao Chen treated her like a sister.

"Xiao Ruo, what's wrong?"

"Uncle Yifan...Uncle Yifan..." Xiaoruo was a little angry and couldn't speak.

Xiao Chen pressed her shoulder: "Don't worry, what happened to my father?"

"Uncle Yifan and several elders have a quarrel in the hall. I see it's about to take action! Master, go and persuade me. Uncle Yifan must not be able to defeat several elders!"

"What!"

Xiao Chen moved and hurriedly ran out. The Xiao family's meeting hall was built in Feiyun Courtyard, called Feiyun Hall. Before he could reach the front of the hall, he heard the fierce quarrels inside. Countless Xiao family disciples gathered outside the hall, all of whom pointed and pointed inside.

In the palace, Xiao Yifan and several elders were all blushing with each other. Xiao Yifan said angrily: "What's wrong with giving another three years? Ah? Can't you wait to get into the coffin?" "Who doesn't know that your son is a waste! It's useless to give another ten years!" An elder of a red robe refuted angrily.

Another elder continued, "Xiao Yifan! Don't be arrogant if you think you are the son of the patriarch! You have grown up now and your wings are hard! But we are your elders at least! You should be more polite to speak!"

Xiao Yifan said angrily: "I'm not polite! I, Chen'er, will soon reach the first level of heaven. So what if I give you some more time!"

"It's not that I won't give it! The clan rules are clearly written there! Make an exception today, and make another exception tomorrow! Do you think the Xiao family rules are a joke?" The elder of the Hongbou said angrily.

"Enough!"

At this moment, a cold shout came into the hall, but Xiao Chen walked in. When the elder of the red robe saw him coming in, he pointed at him and said to Xiao Yifan: "Here! Your son is here now! You said he is about to enter the first level of heaven, right?"

He said with one hand, his palm was like a knife, and he slashed a corner of a good sandalwood table and handed it to Xiao Yifan: "You ask him to break this sandalwood now! I will give him another three years!"

Xiao Chen walked over, snatched the sandalwood from his hand, smashed it hard on the ground, and said angrily: "Enough! I, Xiao Chen, will not make things difficult for the elders! I will leave when my grandfather's birthday is celebrated this month!"

Xiao Yifan looked at him and said, "Chen'er..."

Xiao Chen shook his sleeves coldly: "Father, you don't have to ask them! Do you still don't understand what they have done to make a wishful thinking?" He said that, stared at each elder's face one by one, his eyes so cold that it seemed as if he was about to freeze people.

Of course these people hoped that Xiao Chen would disappear, and Xiao Yifan would have no successor, so the industry under his name would naturally be divided up by them in the future.

The elder of the red robe said in a deep voice: "Xiao Chen, you are not good at learning and are only good at playing the piano and painting, and you are always good at writing and writing. Now you blame others for coming? You still think about cultivating immortals all day long, but you still want to cultivate immortals even if you can't practice martial arts well!" As he said that, he brushed his sleeves.

At this time, many other Xiao family disciples were also gathered at the entrance of the hall to watch the fun. A young man in the distance walked towards this side surrounded by countless young girls. It was Xiao Yuan. He put his hands on his chest and sneered: "What are you proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but why do you still rely on my Xiao family for doing? When it was reported, others thought that my Xiao family had changed their career and sold calligraphy and painting."

As soon as he said this, everyone around him burst into laughter. Xiao Yifan's face became even more ugly, but he was helpless that Xiao Yuan was the son of his elder brother and a genius of the Xiao family, so he could not scold him.

At this moment, a cold woman's voice came from outside: "Since the purpose has been achieved, why bother hurting others?"

The atmosphere suddenly solidified.
Chapter completed!