Chapter 2 Turning Point

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  The young man blocking the road was called Zhou Kan, who was of the same age as Zhou Heng, seventeen years old. However, his cultivation was much higher than that of Zhou Heng's, already at the sixth layer of Body Refining, just one step away from entering the Bone Forging Realm!

  Zhou Kan's father is Zhou Jianming, who also has a good talent. Unfortunately, there is also a genius like Zhou Dinghai in the same generation! Under Zhou Dinghai's halo, Zhou Jianming naturally pales in comparison and has always been a tragic figure used as a foil.

  All the more so, Zhou Jianming hated Zhou Dinghai to the bone, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep up with Zhou Dinghai's pace - even though Zhou Dinghai spent most of his time searching for spiritual medicine for Zhou Heng.

  What comforted him was that his son had inherited his talent and reached the sixth layer of body refinement, which was beyond Zhou Heng's reach.

  Under Zhou Jianming's tacit consent, Zhou Kan has been at odds with Zhou Heng all along, and it is unknown how many times such situations have occurred.

  "What a waste, how come, are you deaf?" Zhou Kan said with a sneer, it used to be because of his father's orders, but now it had become a habit, as if he wouldn't feel comfortable unless he bullied Zhou Heng every day.

  Zhou Heng looked at him coldly, this guy dared to be so arrogant because his grandfather was also the family elder!

  According to the family rules of the Zhou family, as long as one's cultivation reaches the Blood Refining Realm, they can become an elder, regardless of age or generation. Once becoming an elder, they enter the power center of the Zhou family, with a power that far surpasses that held by the symbolic head of the household!

  Zhou Kan's grandfather, Zhou Xianming, was a 12th-level cultivator and the number one master of the Zhou family. He was also the first elder in rank and held great power! Furthermore, Zhou Dinghai often went out to find spiritual medicine for Zhou Heng, so Zhou Jianming dared to instruct his son to bully Zhou Heng.

  "Scram!" Zhou Heng said calmly, and was about to walk around him.

  The other party can also show off their might with their mouth, but they don't dare to really take action. After all, Zhou Heng is not a helpless child without a father!

  "Big waste, your good days are coming to an end!" Zhou Kan shifted his foot and blocked Zhou Heng again. "In just over three months, it will be the year-end celebration. According to family rules, anyone who is eighteen years old and has not yet entered the flesh-refining realm will be removed from the family tree and will no longer be allowed to cultivate, instead turning to business to earn profits for the family!"

  "Next time you see me, remember to call me sir!"

  "And these pants, you have to drill into them! Haha, haha haha!"

  Zhou Kan burst out laughing, filled with self-satisfaction.

  Zhou Heng furrowed his brow, indeed, there was such a rule in the family.

  The Zhou family is the only martial arts family in Yuanshi Town, ruling over more than 2,000 people, but with a large income comes great expenses, especially for providing for warriors' cultivation.

  A warrior's cultivation is to extract energy from food and convert it into their own true yuan power. Therefore, a warrior's appetite is extremely large, eating five or six meals a day, or even eight or nine meals is not unusual, and each meal can eat as much as an ordinary family of three eats in a day!

  This is enough to bankrupt a well-off family!

  The entire Zhou family has nearly four hundred people, and if everyone cultivates, even with the Zhou family's foundation, it would be unsustainable. Therefore, the family had a rule that those who were not talented or unsuitable for martial arts would turn to do business and support the family's warriors in return.

  This sacrifice is necessary!

  Without a strong military power, how can the Zhou family defend its territory? The only outcome of egalitarianism is the decline of the Zhou family!

  Although doing business is also a contribution to the family, this world values martial power and respects strength. Once you fall into being a merchant, you don't even have the qualifications to be in the family tree, only slightly stronger than a servant.

  Zhou Heng is now only at the first layer of body refinement, and it's still in its early stages. Wanting to break through to the Refining Flesh realm in just over three months? This is simply a pipe dream!

  It's no wonder Zhou Kang is so pleased with himself. If Zhou Heng were to go into business, what face would Zhou Dinghai have left?

  Looking at the other's small mouth and face, Zhou Heng couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, wishing he could punch him in the face!

  But he endured it.

  The gap between the two was too big, he couldn't hit his opponent at all, but instead gave Zhou Kan a reason to strike back, and when he got beaten up, it would still be his fault - the other party's great-grandfather wasn't just for show.

  Endure!

  One day he will repay this shame double!

  Zhou Heng once again bypassed Zhou Kan, but this time his opponent didn't make any moves to block him, instead letting out a series of cold laughs.

  Returning to his residence, Zhou Heng sat down and suddenly punched the table with a fierce expression.

  After all, he was just a seventeen-year-old boy, at the age of the most passionate and impulsive, but had to endure day after day, the cold ridicule and hot criticism of others, how could there be no anger?

  "Black Sword, Black Sword, you've tormented me for so many years. I don't expect any compensation from you, just hope that you'll soon be satisfied and stop bothering me!" Zhou Heng said to himself in his heart. This was the obstacle on his path of cultivation, and he couldn't progress until he overcame it.

  "Keep practicing!"

  "Although the effect of Lieyang Fist is not as good at night as it is during the day, I absolutely cannot waste a single second!"

  Zhou Heng came to the yard, sat down cross-legged, and circulated the fierce yang technique to refine the dinner he had just eaten, until his spirit was really exhausted, before crawling into the house to sleep.

  He didn't have a nanny, his father was always busy outside, looking for "medicines" to cure him, and his mother had passed away early, he had long been used to living alone.

  Another night passed, and Zhou Heng began his dull and monotonous day again, enduring the scorching sun's exposure, using the true yuan power he had painstakingly cultivated to fill the seemingly bottomless appetite of the black broken sword.

  By the fourth day morning, Zhou Heng did not go to the square again.

  Although sitting on that large stone to absorb the most heat, which is most conducive to the cultivation of Lieyang Jue, Zhou Heng had a feeling that the change in the black broken sword was imminent!

  He didn't know what strange scene would be created, perhaps the broken sword would float out of his body and break through the air, or burst into dazzling light, in short, he didn't want to take such a risk.

  Cultivating in one's own courtyard may have a slightly inferior effect, but it is still better than nothing.

  Zhou Heng suppressed the excitement in his heart, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to cultivate under the scorching sun.

  Half an hour, one hour... Time passed bit by bit, and before long, four hours had already passed.

  Buzz!

  The black broken sword in Zhou Heng's dantian emitted a slight tremor, forming ripples that surged in his dantian. The tremors grew stronger and stronger, eventually becoming like a landslide or tsunami, surging and churning.

  Every muscle in Zhou Heng's body was trembling violently, as if it was going to tear him apart, making him feel unbearably painful!

  "Damn it! I've been supporting you for so many years, and you still don't know what's good for you. You're actually going to torment me again!" Zhou Heng was furious in his heart. He had never complained about the hardships of the past decade to anyone, but this damn black sword was still going to torment him, suddenly making him uncontrollably angry!

  "Give me the town!"

  Zhou Heng didn't know what to do either, so he just held in his resentment and used his willpower to suppress it.

  The tremble of the black sword weakened a bit, although it wasn't very obvious, but indeed it did!

  Zhou Heng had a proud heart, but unfortunately, he was never able to cultivate like ordinary people, so he endured in silence. Some people might lose their edge in such silence, but Zhou Heng became even more aloof, waiting for the day when he would rise to the heavens and burst forth with dazzling brilliance!

  This is now a contest of wills, having nothing to do with strength, and finally completely stirring up his pride!

  "This is my body, you have to listen to me when you're inside it!"

  Zhou Heng let out a fierce howl in his heart, his will becoming even more unyielding and stubborn as he fiercely suppressed the Black Sword.

  Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

  The black broken sword seemed unwilling to be suppressed by Zhou Heng, and it began to vibrate violently again. Wave after wave of fluctuations shook open, shaking Zhou Heng's entire body as if it were about to burst!

  Zhou Heng snorted coldly in his heart, and without showing any weakness, he launched a counterattack, determined to suppress the black broken sword.

  One man, one sword, had been consumed like this, unfolding a protracted war of attrition. The black broken sword was numb and senseless, but Zhou Heng was flesh and blood, his whole body sweating like rain, his clothes quickly becoming completely soaked, every muscle emitting painful moans.

  For a young man who has been harboring resentment for ten years, this black broken sword is the culprit, how could he admit defeat in front of it?

  He endured for ten years, but today he can't endure anymore!

  After ten years of practicing the fierce Yang technique, Zhou Heng's willpower had also been greatly tempered, allowing him to engage in such a confrontation; otherwise, he would have fainted directly within a minute.

  Ten minutes, thirty minutes, one hour!

  Zhou Heng's body trembled and was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, if anyone gave him a push, he would definitely fall headfirst and faint immediately. But it was as if there was always one string that remained taut and unbroken, and with great difficulty, he managed to hold on, his willpower having been tempered to be as hard as steel.

  It's all about winning this one breath!

  Although the black broken sword is just an inanimate object, Zhou Heng can't swallow it. He can lose to anyone, but he can't lose to this thing that has harmed him for ten years!

  Two hours, three hours!

  Zhou Heng had already reached his limit, he couldn't feel the pain in his body. It wasn't that the pain had disappeared, but rather he had become numb, even if his hands and legs were broken at this moment, he wouldn't have any feeling.

  But his will grew stronger and stronger, firmly suppressing the black broken sword, without a single concession or retreat!

  The black broken sword's tremble became weaker and weaker, finally, it completely stopped trembling.

  At the moment it came to a complete stop, a dark and mysterious light burst out from the sword, more dazzling than starlight, more breathtaking than the bright sun!

  Boom!

  Nine patterns emerged in Zhou Heng's mind, deeply etched into his memory. Each pattern was constantly changing, a sword that was constantly slashing, chopping, and piercing with extreme mystery!

  This is... Nine Styles Swordsmanship!

  This mysterious black broken sword actually passed on to him the Nine Styles Sword Technique!

  Zhou Heng couldn't help but stare blankly, feeling that it was unbelievable to the extreme! But this broken sword could have been dwelling in his dantian for ten years - perhaps even earlier, only he hadn't discovered it yet - such a strange and bizarre thing had happened, what's so strange about passing on the nine-style sword technique to him?

  It was just an instant later, all the scenes shattered and turned into countless black light spots, scattered in his mind, merged into his blood and flesh.