The First Purple Bronze Coffin

  "You piece of trash, I don't know what Master saw in you. Damn it, if I had spent two years infusing my body with spiritual liquid, I would have become a great Dou Shi by now! How about this? I'm beating you up, not satisfied?" A man around twenty-five or six years old kicked a teenager who was covering his head with both hands to the ground with his right leg, kicking and scolding him as if he owed him tens of millions.

  "Master, stop hitting him! If you continue, Tang Yan will die. After all, he's still our fellow disciple!" A girl of about twenty years old, wearing a pale green long dress that complemented her slender figure, stood elegantly and pulled the man back.

  "Alright, I'll let you off this time for the sake of our master's reputation. But honestly, who knows where Master picked up such trash and treats it like a treasure? Unbelievable!" The man stopped upon hearing the words from the slender girl beside him, but before leaving, he added another kick that sent the slightly thin boy crashing into the wall corner nearby.

  But the young man didn't make a sound, his eyes just gazed at the so-called senior brother with a hint of anger, and then fell on Little Sister Feng with a gentle gaze. He slowly sat down on the ground, rubbing his sore body, and then turned to the small thatched hut beside him, looking at the food sent by Little Sister. Sitting on this simple wooden bed, he pulled out a watch from under the quilt, his eyes quietly gazing at this long-broken watch, as if searching for memories of the past.

  Yes, he was reminiscing about the past. Two years ago, he was a high school graduate who had just finished his college entrance exams after 15 years of hard studying in a cold window. He should have had a bright future ahead of him with his excellent grades that got him into Tsinghua University in Beijing. But unexpectedly, he ended up in an unknown world, living a life worse than even the lowest of people. At least they had a decent house to live in, but what about him? He was abandoned on the back hill to fend for himself.

  It's a sad story, two years ago, after Tang Yan's college entrance examination results came out, he was the third-place winner in the science category of the province. This happy event is worth mentioning, although his family is not very rich, but their living standard is also in the middle class, with an annual income of around one million yuan. He took the 20,000 yuan given by his family to travel and relieve stress, but he didn't expect that it was because of this trip that he came to this unknown world.

  As Tang Yan was a student who had a fondness for mythological stories, he first joined the Sichuan Shu Mountain Travel Team. It's hard to say whether he was unlucky or lucky. At that time, when the team was sightseeing at the top of the mountain, Tang Yan couldn't hold his urine any longer, and since there were no toilets nearby, he ran behind a giant rock on the edge of the cliff to relieve himself.

  Next to the giant stone was written: "No urination allowed here!" But Tang Yan didn't care about that, at most he would just be fined 200 yuan. However, he hadn't expected that under his urine, the natural giant stone would collapse and take him down into a deep abyss along with it.

  At that time, when Tang Yan woke up, he found that he didn't die from the fall and wasn't injured. However, Tang Yan soon discovered that he was in a strange place. It wasn't quite like an ancient tomb, nor did it seem like a space. All he knew was that at that moment, he was in a place that seemed both like an ancient tomb and a space, with faint starlight and stars all around him, above and below, left and right, as if he were in outer space.

  In front of him was a 20-meter-long, 5-meter-wide ancient purple coffin. The coffin was pulled by nine giant dragons, each 200 meters long. Thick and heavy black iron chains shone faintly in the starlight, making everything look extremely ancient and mysterious. Dragons, Tang Yan recognized, with deer antlers, horse faces, alligator mouths, cow ears, snake bodies, eagle claws...

  The story of the nine-dragon coffin, Tang Yan had heard it before, but he never thought that he would encounter it himself. Having read many books, he knew that this might be a rare and strange occurrence. He knew that this was an extraordinary event that happened only once in a thousand years. Tang Yan wasn't afraid, his heart was just excited, staring at the nine huge dragon carvings or dragon corpses. He ran to the back of the giant bronze coffin, his hands trembling with excitement as he touched the ancient and mysterious purple bronze divine coffin. Unexpectedly, under his touch, the four walls of the coffin slowly sank down and disappeared.

  A small altar appeared again, two meters high, with a dragon ring floating on it, emitting colorful divine light, adding a few points of mystery to it.

  "Is it advanced, a divine ring? Is it mine?" At that time, Tang Yan saw this dragon-shaped ring and thought so in his heart. Regardless of the danger, he took it out and put it on the middle finger of his right hand.

  After he put on this dragon ring emitting nine-colored divine light, the surrounding stars flew into the dragon ring on his middle finger one by one, like shooting stars. Until the last star disappeared, the dragon ring on his hand also disappeared, but Tang Yan felt that the ring was still there, it's just invisible.

  The space shattered like glass afterwards, and Tang Yan also fell into a deep forest. At first, he didn't feel anything, thinking that he was just under the valley. When he saw a mouse with wings and then a rabbit covered in snake scales, he knew that he might have crossed over or was in an unknown space.

  "No way, did I really cross over? Damn it, I'm a future Tsinghua University student!" Looking around at the situation, Tang Yan regretted pissing on that giant head.

  Originally, Tang Yan thought that the ring he picked up was a high-tech ring from another planet, and later he could live a YY life in society. Unexpectedly, he fell into an unknown world. Fortunately, there is some comfort, Tang Yan still feels the existence of the nine-color dragon ring on his hand, hoping that it will bring him good luck in the future.

  In the depths of the mountain, Tang Yan saw many strange things, such as smelling a fragrance of fruit and flowers from several miles away, and also seeing a very large and ancient tomb in the distance. However, he didn't have the mood to study these things, even if he had the mood, the animals guarding the entrance were not something he could handle. Now, he just wanted to leave this place, crossing one mountain after another, day after day, eating some sour and astringent wild fruits in the mountains.

  Two months later, he met the first human being, who is now his master. Thinking back to that time, Tang Yan really had a bit of an urge to laugh while sitting on the wooden bed. In those two months, he could be said to have realized what death was like, and escaping from those ferocious magical beasts was truly not an easy thing.

  Thus, Tang Ye became the gatekeeper of the Quanmen Sect, thinking that he had stumbled upon a great fortune. Later, he came to know that 50,000 years ago, a human emerged from that forbidden land and became the strongest Dou Zun on the continent, also being the only human in 50,000 years to achieve such a feat.

  "Disciple, you must study hard. As long as you can become a Dou Ling, I will marry my daughter to you!" Master Tang Yan said this to him in the first month after bringing him back.

  As he recalled his master's words, Tang Yan smiled wryly again on the wooden bed. He indeed liked this little junior sister of his. Not to mention her beautiful appearance, she had a kind heart and was an object of pursuit among their peers - Tang Yan was no exception. Unfortunately, he wasn't worthy of her; in this era of cold weapons, everything depended on one's strength.

  And what about him? He was a legendary waste body, for two years his master had been using all sorts of spiritual elixirs to temper his body, but his strength remained stuck at the second star of the Dou Zhe stage. If an ordinary cultivator were to use spiritual elixirs for two years, they would at least become a Great Dou Master, and if they were stronger, they would be a Dou Ling. And what about him? Alas, he was abandoned by his master, thrown into the back mountain to fend for himself.

  However, Tang Yan never gave up on himself. Every day he was practicing his external family kung fu. Although his internal strength had weakened a bit, some of his fist and footwork were still usable, barely enough to defeat an opponent at the third-star level.

  "Alas, that one fart has brought me to another realm." Tang Yan slowly raised his right hand and rubbed the middle finger, cursing. Then he said: "It's been two years now, I'm almost twenty-two years old, I wonder how my dad and mom would react if they knew I fell off the mountain?"

  At this moment, the small wooden door came with a few light knocks, and in came that slender and elegant woman, like a fairy from the Jade Pool. Needless to say, this was the big sister of the Fist Gate, twenty years old, named Zilan, two years younger than Tang Yan, whom Tang Yan also called Little Shimei.

  "Little sister!" Tang Yan sat up gently and walked over with an internal injury.

  "Tang Yan, are you alright?!" asked Zilan, her icy skin and jade-like bones evident as she placed some medicinal ointment on the table.

  "I won't die, I'm used to it!" Tang Yan wasn't the first time he was beaten like this. In these two years, it seemed that his senior brothers in the same school would take out their frustrations on him whenever they were unhappy.

  "It's okay, don't mind them, they're not jealous of you, they just want to use this method to stimulate your fighting spirit, hoping you won't give up!" Zilan said to Tang Yan.

  "I knew it, how could I blame them!" Tang Yan looked at his sister with a slender figure, slightly revealing two snow-white sacred peaks on her chest, and thought to himself: "They provoke me? Damn it, don't think I don't know, they can't wait for me to die sooner, this old man will come back sooner or later!"

  "If nothing else, I'll leave first, you take good care of your injuries!" Zi Lan also said to Tang Yan with great disappointment.

  "I'll send you off!" Tang Yan said.

  "No need, you rest here, otherwise they see you and me together, they will trouble you again!" Zilan said to Tang Yan without even looking at him.

  The things between the two of them, to be said, also started from two years ago. Two years ago, Tang Yan broke through the second star in a week and Zi Lan's master brought them together to cultivate their feelings. From then on, the senior brothers in the sect hated and scolded Tang Yan, saying why he became the future successor, why a thin guy like him was with their goddess...

  Good things don't last, and from then on, Tang Yan's strength remained at the level of a two-star fighter. No matter how hard he tried or what kind of spiritual medicine he took, it had no effect. As a result, Tang Yan became the target for his fellow disciples to vent their frustrations. If not for the rules of the Fist Gate that prohibited same-door killing, Tang Yan would have died countless times.

  On the Tang Yan Guan, this broken door was kicked open by a big man in less than five minutes. Before Tang Yan could react, he saw the man's fists continuously punching him, a four-star Dou Shi beating a two-star Dou Zhe like crushing an ant.

  "Damn it, you've become a useless piece of trash and still dare to bully my little junior sister! I'll beat you to death, you worthless thing!" This guy, who was two or three years older than Tang Yan, punched him again and again in the abdomen, then grabbed his hair and lifted him up high, laughing loudly as he looked at Tang Yan's pale and swollen face, before punching him again in the abdomen, causing him to crash onto the wooden bed and pass out.

  "Hmph, trash!" Second Brother gazed at Tang Yan who had fainted on the ground and coldly snorted before leaving the dilapidated thatched hut.