Chapter 1 The Powerful Shortcut to the Gate of Blood Hell!
"The Gate of Blood Hell is the rumored shortcut for the strong. Anyone who can get out of it will be a peerless strong man."
"This shortcut to the strong has no fixed time and no fixed place."
"Only when it appears, can you deliver all the treasures and money to this "Greed Gate". If you get the approval of the Gate God, you can get a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to enter."
Zhuo Yifan was reading a notebook about "The Gate of Blood Hell" by the light.
The moonlight cast from the window, with a bit of sadness, a bit of desolation and a bit of melancholy, filled the room with a desolate atmosphere. It reflected the loss of the young man at this time and the unwillingness in his bones. Every moment
He was gnashing his teeth and hated it so much!
Until I turned to the last page of the note, I saw a handsome man with handsome features painted on it. Looking at this man's cold and distant figure, the tall image of unattainable desire made the young man's face calm down...
"My mother said that this notebook was left to me by my father before he entered the Blood Prison. I was just born at that time. Father, I wonder how I am now?" Zhuo Yifan closed the notebook and murmured to himself thoughtfully.
, caressing this treasure with a red cover.
He named it - "Blood Prison Record"
It has been sixteen years, and Zhuo Yifan has not seen his father. He can only see the stalwart man deep in his heart through the ink outline on the last page, the eternal protective umbrella.
's father.
"Fan'er, what are you reading so late? How is your injury?"
Looking around, I saw a figure flashing past the window.
"Grandpa...why are you here? Fan'er is fine, the pain is gone."
Looking at the figure, Zhuo Yifan perked up, grinned brightly at the old man, and quickly hid the "Blood Prison Record" behind his back.
The old man has a strong physique, a short and stiff black mustache, and his hair is black and shiny.
Although he is already sixty years old, he is still as powerful as a dragon and a tiger, and he has enough intimidation power in the Zhuo family. A strong orange spiritual light appears all over his body, and he is a strong man with perfect innate spiritual realm! He is also the grandfather of this young man.
"How's it going? Does it really stop hurting? Let grandpa see if there are any internal injuries."
Mr. Zhuo directly held his grandson's arm in his palm, and soft power poured in. He felt that his grandson was fine, and a kind smile appeared on his solemn face, but he was still very unhappy in his heart, "Nah, these guys
You bastard, are you too brave? I dare to touch you when I'm not around. Do you think I, Zhuo Wentian, am easy to bully!"
Thinking of those bastards bullying Zhuo Yifan today, the old man was filled with anger.
"What's behind you?"
Zhuo Wentian's angry eyes suddenly turned sharp. He twitched his eyebrows and saw Zhuo Yifan's left hand behind his back. He let out a long sigh, "You must be reading your father's notes again. When you grow up, sooner or later you will have to contact
It’s better to familiarize yourself with things before going there. In the past, grandpa was afraid that you would miss things and delay your cultivation, but now grandpa will never stop you anymore..."
This old man who was always caring about his life and serious about his cultivation could not help but make Zhuo Yifan shrink back.
Zhuo Yifan no longer hid, he carefully touched the notes in his hand, stared at the withered yellow notebook, his heart seemed to be bleeding, and in a voice that was audible to both of them, he asked weakly: "Grandpa,
When will I know the truth..."
"What's the truth?" Mr. Zhuo seemed to vaguely know what his grandson was going to ask, and his face darkened.
"Grandpa, tell Fan'er, father, is he... still alive?" Zhuo Yifan stood up excitedly, frowning slightly, and choked with bitter sobs.
"nonsense!"
Hearing this, Zhuo Wentian's red face couldn't help but turn pale, and he was so angry that he was about to slap him, but suddenly stopped a few centimeters away from Zhuo Yifan's face, and looked at Zhuo Yifan,
Zhuo Wentian sighed:
"Keep talking nonsense... Don't blame me... Grandpa beat you... Your father must still be alive..."
There was mist in Zhuo Yifan's eyes, but he held back tightly, not letting a single tear fall. He gritted his teeth and smiled dryly.
Not long ago, he just took a "soul quality" test.
His soul belongs to the middle-grade and high-grade. He was still complacent at first. But he didn't expect that the "soul cultivator" admired by the world has a minimum soul quality of high-grade and low-grade.
The quality of the soul completely depends on the state that can be achieved through cultivation in the future.
Zhuo Yifan said that his realm was restricted in the future, and there was no chance that he would be able to break through to the third realm among cultivators, the "Three Mysterious Palace Realm."
Although I am only one step away from the "soul cultivator" who has a certain probability of breaking through to the Three Mysterious Palace Realm, I can only accept the reality and become a middle-grade high-level soul quality "body cultivator".
While thinking about it, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and Zhuo Yifan sat down on the stool with a thud.
However, today, I met the fat and handsome Zhuo from the Zhuo family again, who was teasing and teasing me. I didn’t want to cause trouble at first, but this damn fat man just stalked and refused to let go. When he was angry, he just yelled.
I hit this fat pig and taught him a lesson. I didn't know he was taught a lesson by several of this dandy's subordinates.
Thanks to Zhuo Wentian's timely appearance, otherwise their attack would have been even more unreasonable.
What makes Zhuo Yifan even more dissatisfied is that Fatty Zhuo, who spends all day drinking and drinking, is actually a soul cultivator with a high-grade primary soul.
"Fat Zhuo! I swear, I will beat you into a pig's head!"
Zhuo Yifan grinded his teeth. He hated this bully, and his dark skin showed a resentful look. This dandy young master had become his number one enemy, but then, he suddenly became dejected again.
"The quality of my soul is really too low. Even that damn fat guy is better than me. Grandpa must be extremely disappointed. Grandpa has always had great hopes for me... I didn't expect that no matter how hard I practice,
, but is destined to only become a physical cultivator with a perfect innate spiritual realm..."
After losing the news of his father, although Zhuo Wentian didn't say it on the surface, he was extremely depressed in his heart. He even placed all his hopes for the next generation of family heads on his grandson.
But now, with the departure of Zhuo Yifan's father, the position of the head of the family is in constant turmoil.
The Zhuo family's current situation is one of fire and water, with two factions of their own.
One faction is the right-wing elements with Fatty Zhuo's grandfather as their power, and the other is the left-wing elements with Zhuo Wentian as their power.
The competition between these two incompatible old men has only one goal - to push their precious grandson to the position of head of the family!
Although, they are only sixteen years old.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Yifan's face was gloomy and full of gloom.
"Expulsion!"
As he said that, Zhuo Yifan touched the pain, gritted his teeth involuntarily, and his eyes burned with blazing fire, "I want to drive away all those hateful guys! As long as you enter the stage of Dacheng, you will have the power of an elephant, and you will definitely drive that person away.
The damn fat man will give you a lesson!"
At this moment, Zhuo Yifan, who had always been persistent and diligent in his cultivation, suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
"Fan'er, don't be discouraged. Practice diligently. How can those losers who only rely on their talents to show off their words can compare with you?" Looking at Zhuo Yifan's angry and twisted face, Zhuo Wentian sighed and comforted himself.
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The old man has always seen his grandson's efforts. Of course he also knows the impact of the height of soul quality on cultivation. If Zhuo Fei works hard to exert his power, who will be better in the Chengrenli competition three months later?
It’s hard to say how awesome it is.
On that day, Cheng Renli will choose one person between Fatty Zhuo and Zhuo Yifan to become the head of the family!
"Grandpa, Fan'er knows."
"Fan'er, work hard! Grandpa is optimistic about you."
Zhuo Wentian smiled bitterly and shook his head, letting out a long sigh with a lot of bitterness in his stomach.
Looking at the absent-minded young man in front of him, he didn't know how to encourage him. He just showed a faint smile of depression: "Don't pay attention to those gossips. Hasn't Fan'er always regarded diligence as his criterion? Practice with peace of mind, I hope you will
In three months, you will be able to shine!"
Zhuo Wentian's tone was very peaceful and full of expectations. No matter how useless his grandson was in the eyes of others, in Zhuo Wentian's eyes, he would always shine with the light of hope.
He is the hope of the Zhuo family's future!
"Grandpa, Fan'er must work hard to practice, and he will not disgrace his mother, grandpa, or father!"
Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed with light. It was a touch of heat that evaporated the moisture in his eyes and replaced him with fighting spirit.
He was unwilling! He was unwilling to be ridiculed by others just because of his mere soul quality.
He was unwilling to accept it! He was unwilling to accept that his grandfather and mother were disgraced and humiliated.
He is even more unwilling! Why do these people in the Zhuo family want to bully others? Why do they do this?
Is it just because my soul quality is low and I am a body cultivator?
"These bullies, I, Zhuo Yifan, will definitely make them regret it!"
There was deep hatred in the dark eyes, which was burning with anger, and the rising flames of fighting.
Speaking of the Zhuo family, they are also the big family in Chihua City in the Jialan Continent—the Great Qin Dynasty.
In Chihua City, he is mighty and powerful, second to none.
The 7,749-position body-training method "Dayan Tu" passed down from our ancestors is even more famous all over the world. It is also Zhuo Yifan's main body-training method. It mainly exercises the body's flexibility, which greatly reduces the need for monks to train the body the day after tomorrow.
Stage time, faster breakthrough!
Zhuo Yifan has now reached the tenth position. If he can take one step closer, he might be able to achieve a breakthrough.
Possessing the power of the two elephants, he can reach a thousand junctures with one blow, break stones with one blow, crush dust with one kick, and have infinite power!
"In three months, it will be Chengrenli! I must not disappoint my grandfather or my mother. One day, I must enter the gate of Blood Hell to find my father. I hope everything is fine..."
Zhuo Lie, Zhuo Yifan’s father. The genius of the Zhuo family!
At the age of fifteen, he perfected the acquired body training. At the age of twenty, he was filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, achieving the innate spiritual realm and possessing eight divine powers. At the age of thirty, he used his excellent talent to continuously break through the lower Dantian, middle Dantian, and upper Dantian, achieving true soul cultivation.
.Enter the realm of the Three Mysterious Palaces! It’s just one step away from condensing the golden elixir, achieving the secret realm of the golden elixir, and becoming a proud overlord!
How could he die!
Why did he die?
"That's right! It's impossible for my father to die!" Zhuo Yifan became convinced of this.
He put "Blood Prison Record" into his arms. The electric sparks in his eyes suddenly rubbed against the airflow, as if a burst of airflow was rolling up and exploding in the misty air. He clenched his fists tightly.
"Sixteen years...I am already sixteen years old. Father, I will come to you when I drive out all these hateful guys." He clenched his fist tightly and inadvertently pointed at the scarlet diamond on his finger.