Chapter 1: The Shortcut of the Strong, Gate of Blood Prison!

  "The Gate of Blood Prison, a shortcut for the strong in legend. As long as one can emerge from it, they will be an unparalleled powerhouse."

  "This shortcut for the strong has no fixed time and no fixed location."

  "When it appears, send all treasures and wealth to this 'Gate of Greed'... Get the approval of the gate god and exchange for opportunities..."

  Zhuo Yifan was reading a note about "Blood Prison Gate" by the light.

  The moonlight from the window, with a few degrees of sadness, a few points of bleakness and a few threads of melancholy, fills the room with a desolate atmosphere. It highlights the boy's loss and the unyielding spirit in his bones at this moment. Every minute he is gritting his teeth, he hates it extremely!

  Until he flipped to the last page of his notes, where a handsome man with sharp features was drawn. Looking at this man's cold and distant gaze, Zuo Yifan suddenly calmed down in front of the unattainable tall figure...

  "Mother said that this notebook was left by Father before he went to the Blood Prison Gate. At that time, I had just been born..." Zhuo Yifan closed the notebook, murmuring to himself as if in thought, stroking the red cover of the treasure.

  He named it "Blood Prison Record"

  It has been sixteen years since Zhuo Yifan last saw his father. He can only see him through the faint outline formed by the ink on the back of a page, that majestic man who is deeply rooted in his heart, his eternal protector - his father.

  "Fan Er, it's so late and you're still reading? How's your injury?"

  As I looked out of the window, I saw a figure flash by in front of it.

  "Grandpa... how did you get here? Fan'er is fine, he's not in pain anymore."

  Looking at the figure, Zhuo Yifan lifted his spirits and smiled brightly at the old man, while quickly hiding this "Blood Prison Record" behind his back.

  The old man was robust in build, with a short and hard eight-character black beard, and his hair was jet-black and shiny.

  Although he is already in his sixties, he still has the majestic aura of a dragon and tiger, with enough deterrent power in the Zhuo family. A thick orange spiritual light burst forth from his body, revealing a powerful being who had achieved the Great Perfection of the Innate Spiritual Realm! He was also the grandfather of this young man.

  "How is it? Does it really not hurt anymore? Let Grandpa take a look if there's any internal injury."

  Old Master Zhuo directly grasped his grandson's arm in his palm, and a gentle force surged in. Feeling that his grandson was not seriously injured, a hint of a kind smile finally appeared on his solemn face, but he was still very displeased in his heart. "These dead bastards have gotten too bold! They dare to bully you when I'm not around? When did Zhuo Qiantian become someone who can be bullied?"

  Thinking of those bastards bullying Zhu Yifan today, Lao Ye's whole body was filled with rage.

  "What's behind your back?"

  Zhuo Wenti's furious gaze suddenly turned around, his eyebrows twitched, and he saw Zhuo Yifan's left hand behind his back. He let out a long sigh, "You're reading your father's notes again, aren't you? You've grown up, it's inevitable that you'll come into contact with those things sooner or later. It's good to get familiar with them beforehand. Grandfather used to be afraid that you'd get distracted from your cultivation by thinking about the past, but now Grandfather won't stop you anymore..."

  This old man who always cared about his own life and was strict with himself couldn't help but make Zhuo Yifan shrink his neck.

  Zhuo Yifan no longer hid, he carefully stroked the notebook in his hand, staring at this yellowed notebook, his heart was like bleeding. He asked in a voice that only two people could hear: "Grandpa, when can I finally know the truth..."

  "What is the truth?" Old Master Zhuo seemed to vaguely know what his grandson was going to ask, and his face turned gloomy.

  "The death of father..."

  Zhuo Yifan excitedly stood up, his sword-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he choked out a bitter hum.

  "Nonsense!"

  Upon hearing this, Zhuo Xun Tian's face turned pale with rage, his hand raised to slap him, but it stopped just a few centimeters from Zhuo Yi Fan's face. He looked at Zhuo Yi Fan and let out a long sigh:

  "You're talking nonsense again... Don't blame me... Grandpa will beat you up... Your dad must still be alive..."

  A faint mist rose in Zhuo Yifan's eyes, but he clenched his teeth and endured it, not letting a single tear fall. He forced out a dry, bitter smile.

  He had just taken a 'soul quality' test not long ago.

  His soul belongs to the middle grade high level. Ben is still self-satisfied. But didn't think that the 'soul cultivator' admired by the world, the quality of his soul must be at least upper grade initial stage.

  The quality of one's soul completely determines the realm that can be reached through future cultivation.

  Zhuo Yifan's boundary was restricted after that day, and there was no chance of breaking through to the third layer of the cultivator's "Sanxuanfu Boundary".

  Although I was only one step away from the 'soul cultivator' who had a certain probability of breaking through to the Three Mysterious Realms, I could only accept reality and become a mid-grade high-quality spirit body 'body cultivator'.

  As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and sat down on the stool with a "thud".

  What a coincidence, today I met the spoiled son of the Zhuo family again, who often speaks sarcastically. Originally didn't want to bother, but this dead fatty just wouldn't let go. In anger, directly fought back and taught this fat pig a lesson. Who knew that I was beaten by several followers of this spoiled brat instead.

  Luckily, Zhuo Wen Tian appeared in time, otherwise they would have been even more out of control.

  What made Zhuo Yifan even more unwilling was that this Zhu Baozi, who had been indulging in luxury all day, actually possessed a high-quality primary soul and was a soul cultivator.

  "Zhuo Baozi! I swear, I will beat you into a pig's head!"

  Zhuo Yifan gritted his teeth, hating this arrogant and bullying guy to the core. His dark skin revealed a resentful expression. This young master had become his arch-nemesis, but suddenly, he hung his head in despair.

  "My soul quality is really too low. Even that dead fatty is stronger than me. Grandfather must be thoroughly disappointed. Grandfather had always placed great hopes on me... Who would have thought that no matter how hard I cultivate, I am destined to only become a congenitally complete physical cultivator..."

  After receiving the news of his father's death, Zhuo Wentiangui, although he didn't say anything on the surface, was extremely depressed in his heart. He had placed all his hopes for the next generation's family head on his grandson.

  Nowadays, the position of the host is turbulent with the departure of Zhuo Yifan's father.

  The current situation in Zhuo's family is like fire and water, naturally forming two factions.

  One faction is led by Zhuo Baozi's grandfather as the right-wing faction, while the other is led by Zhuo Wentai as the left-wing faction.

  These two old men who cannot coexist have only one competitive goal - to push their beloved grandsons into the position of family head!

  Although they were all only sixteen years old.

  Zhuo Yifan's face turned gloomy and overcast with dark clouds.

  "Expel!"

  As he spoke, Zhuo Yifan touched his painful wound, gritted his teeth, and a fierce flame burned in his eyes. "I will drive out those despicable guys! Once I enter the Great Completion stage, I'll have the power of an elephant, and I'll definitely teach that dead fat man a lesson!"

  At this moment, Zhuo Yifan, who had always been diligent and persistent in his cultivation, suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

  "Don't be discouraged, kid. Work hard and cultivate diligently. Those useless people who only rely on their natural talent to show off with their glib tongues can't compare to you?" Looking at Zhuo Yifan's twisted face filled with resentment, Zhuo asked in his heart, letting out a long sigh of comfort.

  The old man had been watching Sun'er's efforts from start to finish, and he also knew the height of his soul quality and its impact on cultivation. If Zhuo Fei were to work hard and make a breakthrough, it would be difficult to say who would be more powerful in the adult ceremony three months later.

  That day's coming-of-age ceremony would also choose one of Zhuo Baozi and Zhuo Yifan to become the new head of the household!

  "Grandpa, Fan'er knows."

  "Come on, son! Work hard! Grandpa is watching you."

  Zhuo asked the heavens with a bitter smile and shook his head, letting out a long sigh, also a belly full of bitter water stuck in his stomach.

  Looking at the absent-minded young man in front of him, he was at a loss for words to encourage him, and only faintly revealed a hint of a bitter smile: "Those idle remarks, don't mind them, isn't it always your principle to be diligent? Focus on your cultivation, I hope that in three months, you'll shine brightly!"

  Zhuo Wentian's tone was very peaceful and full of expectation. No matter how useless his grandson seemed in other people's eyes, in Zhuo Wentian's eyes, he would always shine with the light of hope.

  He is the future hope of the Zhuo family!

  "Grandpa, Fan'er will definitely work hard and cultivate himself. He won't bring shame to Mother's face, Grandpa's face, or Father's face!"

  A spark flashed in Zhuo Yifan's eyes. It was a fiery passion that evaporated the moisture in his eyes and replaced it with fighting spirit.

  He cannot bear it! He cannot bear being ridiculed by others just because of his mediocre soul quality.

  He cannot bear it! He cannot bear his grandfather and mother losing face and being humiliated.

  He is even more unwilling! In the Zhuo family, why do these people have to bully others with their power? Why do they want to do this?

  Is it just because of one's own low soul quality and being a physical cultivator?

  "These arrogant and bullying guys, I, Zhuo Yifan, will definitely make them regret it!"

  In the pitch-black eyes, an extremely deep hatred was revealed, that was a burning rage, that was a soaring fighting spirit.

  Talking about the Zhuo family, it is also a big family in Chiluo Continent - Great Qin Dynasty, in Chi City.

  In the city of Red China, mighty and powerful, first-class.

  The ancestral 74-style physical refinement method "Taiyi Tu" is renowned throughout the world, like thunder piercing the ear. It is also Zhuo Yifan's main physical refinement technique. Mainly focusing on training the body's flexibility, greatly shortening the time spent in the post-heavenly physical refinement stage for cultivators, and breaking through faster!

  Zhuo Yifan has now practiced up to the tenth form. If he can take another step forward, he might be able to break through to Dacheng.

  Possessing the strength of two elephants, capable of uprooting a thousand junctures, shattering rocks with one strike, and trampling dust with one footstep, advancing like a dragon and stepping like a tiger, with boundless power!

  "In three more months, it's the coming-of-age ceremony! I definitely can't let Grandfather down, or Mother down. One day, I'll definitely enter the Gate of Blood and look for Father. Hopefully, everything will be fine..."

  Zhuo Lie, Zhuo Yifan's father. The genius of the Zhuo family!

  At the age of fifteen, his physical body was fully cultivated. At twenty years old, he attracted the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to infuse his body, achieving the prenatal spiritual realm and possessing the eight trigram divine powers. By thirty years old, relying on his exceptional innate talent, he successively broke through the lower dantian, middle dantian, and upper dantian. He achieved true soul cultivation. Stepped into the Three Mysteries Realm! Only one step away from condensing the golden elixir, achieving the Golden Elixir Secret Realm, becoming a generation's proud and majestic overlord!

  How could he possibly be dead!

  Why did he die?

  In front of Zhuo Yifan, he couldn't help but recall the words his father often said to him in his childhood, a passionate speech that could make a man stand tall: A man's blood is as strong as iron, his will unbroken even in the face of knife mountains and fire seas! A man's tears are the most precious, standing alone against ten thousand enemies without retreating! Even if his bones are shattered and his blood flows horizontally, he would rather die than yield!

  "That's right! My father is impossible to die!" Zhuo Yifan also began to firmly believe this.

  He put 'Blood Prison' into his own bosom. The electric sparks in his eyes collided and rubbed against the airflow, as if a burst of air was swirling in the empty space. He clenched his fists tightly.

  "It's been sixteen years... I'm already sixteen years old. Father, wait for me to drive out all these despicable guys! Then I'll come find you."