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  In the dead of night, the sky is filled with a million twinkling stars, shining brightly. The silvery moonlight spreads out, and the cool moonbeams illuminate the earth, making it not completely dark, but rather dimly visible.

  On the edge of a nameless desert mountain range, under the faint moonlight, a large villa can be vaguely seen. In one of the small courtyards of this villa, a ray of light shines through the window, indicating that the owner of the courtyard has not fallen asleep yet.

  Inside the small courtyard house, under the dim light, a young man wearing thick clothes sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, high nose bridge, handsome facial features and pale skin.

  Logically, people living on the edge of the desert, constantly exposed to the scorching sun, should not have pale skin. A normal complexion would be a healthy bronze or tan color, but this young mans face was deathly pale.

  A sickly youth sat cross-legged on a mat, his eyebrows and eyes exuding a painful expression. From the look on this young mans face, it was not difficult to see that his physical condition was not very good, yet he cultivated in silence at night, and it could be foreseen that the young man had an unyielding pursuit of something.

  As time passed, the lamp oil on the table was slowly running out, and the outside sky also began to show a white light. When the lamp oil naturally ran out, a new day was about to dawn.

  At this time, the young man who had been practicing for a night spat out a mouthful of turbid air and opened his eyes. Perhaps due to physical reasons, the youths eyes seemed somewhat dull, lacking a kind of vitality and dynamism.

  This young man was named Wei Ziming, a direct descendant of the fifth generation of the Wei family village. He was born with a weak physique and was not suitable for cultivation.

  However, he had an older brother who was a cultivation genius. From a young age, he had a dream of surpassing his brother. So even though he wasnt naturally suited for cultivation, he never thought about giving up on it.

  He has been persisting in his hard training, using others hundredfold efforts to cultivate, although he has persisted so much and paid out others hundredfold efforts, but the efficiency of his cultivation is extremely low, and each time he cultivates, it is very forced.

  Wei Ziming had been cultivating arduously for nine years, and his cultivation had only just broken through to the second layer, reaching the early stages of the third layer. Breaking through to the third layer was still a distant dream, because from now on, cultivation would become even more difficult.

  His cultivation had always been extremely strenuous, and two months ago, Wei Ziming finally went mad from cultivating. The price of going mad was that his dantian shattered, his meridians were completely severed, and the foundation of his cultivation was thoroughly ruined.

  He, who had walked around the Ghost Gate for a circle, had cultivated for two months and started trying to cultivate again. However, after cultivating for one night, his face did not show any joy, and his originally dull eyes became even more dim, with a hint of despair and disappointment, because this nights cultivation had no effect at all.

  With a soft and weak hand supporting his body, Wei Ziming stood up, but his current physical condition was still very poor. After a night of sitting cross-legged, his feet felt numb, and as soon as he stood up, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

  Wei Ziming fell to the ground and didnt try to get up, instead stretching out his legs to let the blood flow and dispel the numbness.

  After a while, he felt the numbness in his legs disappear and then got up again, exercised his limp hands and feet, and then pushed open the door of the room and walked into the small courtyard.

  As this is a desert area, the temperature difference between day and night is very large. At this moment, its before dawn, with only a thread of light on the horizon, and the surroundings are still pitch black, so the air feels extremely cold.

  He took a deep breath, and Wei Ziming suddenly felt his body turn icy cold all over, as if he had been transported to the frozen tundra. He couldnt help but shiver at the chill, but the only good thing about it was that it dispelled the fatigue of a sleepless night.

  Looking up at the pitch-black sky, watching the light on the horizon begin to dispel the darkness of heaven and earth.

  Dull eyes with a hint of despair, now regained some luster, as if he felt the hope of heaven and earth, waiting for the dawn to break, waiting for the first warm rays between heaven and earth.

  While Wei Ziming was waiting, a streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky, it was a meteor. This meteor flew low in the sky, as if it had just grazed the rooftop. Whats strange is that this low-flying meteor didnt make any noise, no loud whooshing sound, nor did it produce any dazzling flames, this meteor seemed very eerie.

  "Morning meteor! It flew by at low altitude without making any sound, how strange is that?" Wei Ziming gazed in the direction of the meteors trajectory, muttering to himself.

  "This low-flying meteor should have fallen nearby, go take a look!" Wei Ziming hesitated for a moment, a strange color flashing across his pale face, and then muttered to himself.

  With a determined look on his face, Wei Ziming dragged his frail body out of his own courtyard and walked along the streets of Weijiazhuang towards the main gate. A moment later, Wei Ziming had already walked out of the gate and disappeared into the distance.

  As time passed, the sky gradually brightened up, and after two hours, the sky had completely brightened up.

  In the yard there were several small courtyards, at this time, in the front courtyard of Weijiazhuang, near the six small courtyards, the doors were opened, and six people walked out from each of the six small courtyards.

  There were six young men, two of whom were in their early twenties and four who were seventeen or eighteen years old. These six people were the direct descendants of the fifth generation of the Wei family.

  The fifth generation of Weijiazhuang has a total of eight legitimate sons, who are now in the center of the square, either practicing boxing, dancing with swords, or fighting each other.

  The six people doing morning exercises were the first, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth elders of the Wei family.

  As for the remaining two, Wei Ziming was ranked eighth, the old eighth of the Wei family. At this time, he had already left the Wei family village to find the strange meteor that fell from the sky.

  As for the seventh son of the Wei family, he was the twin brother of Wei Ziming. Since he showed outstanding talent in cultivation from a young age, his grandfather had opened up a small furnace for him and followed him to cultivate by his side.

  In the square, after six people had done a round of warm-up exercises, they had adjusted their physical functions and mental state to the best condition.

  "Alright! Everyone stop!" Old Wei Zi Hao looked at the other five people, felt that it was almost enough, and loudly opened his mouth to indicate that everyone should stop.

  Under Lao Das indication, the rest of the people also stopped one after another, looking at Wei Zihao with bitter melon faces, their eyes filled with a continuous stream of helplessness.

  "The trial begins! Old Two retreats to the side, while Old Three, Four, Five and Six all come together. I hope we can last a bit longer today." With his six-layer cultivation base, Wei Zi Hao, the eldest, excluded Old Two who also had a six-layer cultivation base, and stretched out his right hand, pointing at the remaining four people, hooking his fingers to signal everyone to attack together.

  The four of them, Lao San, Lao Si, Lao Wu and Lao Liu, with a look of helplessness on their faces, in order to avoid being beaten, suddenly swarmed up and punched and kicked Wei Zi Hao.

  At first, Lao Da Wei Zihao only made defensive moves. Due to his high cultivation, he easily blocked the eight legs and eight fists of the four people.

  Because of Old Three, Old Four, Old Five and Old Sixs understanding of Eldests temperament, they knew that every time he would defend himself for the time it takes to burn an incense stick before striking back. Therefore, all four of them let loose their hands and feet, punching and kicking him, fantasizing about beating Eldest into a pig head.

  After a stick of incense time passed, the four people suddenly kept their distance from Lao Da and joined hands to defend themselves. However, the result was still the same as usual, and the four were easily knocked down by Lao Das single punch.

  Although the four of them were not really hurt, they wisely lay down and started wailing in agony.

  The boss looked at the four people lying on the ground, although he knew they were fake crying, but still nodded slightly in satisfaction, and then pointed to each person one by one.

  "Old Big Brother! Catch!" At this time, the second elder Wei Zixiao, standing beside him, threw a steel knife to Old Big Brother and also held one in his own hand, taking an offensive stance.

  "Good!" Old Wei Zi Hao deftly caught the steel knife and also assumed an attacking stance.

  In the next moment, two people with similar cultivation bases clashed together in a flash of sword light.

  As for the remaining four people, they looked at the two men in the center of the square who were engaged in a fierce sword fight, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and then began to fight each other in pairs.

  As time passed, the sun gradually rose higher and higher. In the blink of an eye, another two hours had passed, and four hours of morning practice were almost over.

  However, at this moment, before dawn broke, Wei Ziming, who had gone out of the Wei family village to search for that strange meteor, appeared in front of the main gate of the Wei family mansion and was walking towards the inside.

  At this moment, Wei Zimings face showed a strange expression, and his current physical condition had undergone a huge change compared to when he left the Wei family village.

  When leaving Weijiazhuang, Wei Zimings face was pale, his eyes were dim, and his hands and feet were soft and weak, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time. He also walked with great difficulty.

  At this moment, Wei Zimings condition had undergone a drastic change. The pale complexion on his face had receded, replaced by a rosy glow. His eyes shone brightly, and he walked with a spring in his step, as if he had boundless energy.

  Wei Ziming was only gone for four hours before he returned, and in those short four hours, his condition had changed so drastically that it was almost unbelievable.

  Wei Zimings face revealed a strange expression as he walked into the Wei family village gate, and only then did he come back to his senses. He looked at the six people practicing martial arts in the square, and his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily. In silence, he headed towards his own small courtyard.

  On the square, six people who were exercising in the morning also found their eighth brother at the first time. Almost simultaneously, all six of them stopped and frowned, looking at Wei Ziming with a displeased expression on their faces.

  The six people who had stopped also didnt start again to hit the morning exercise, ended the morning exercise, and showed a cold attitude on their faces. Each of them walked back to their own small courtyard. From beginning to end, none of the six people went forward to greet Wei Ziming, it was clear that they all disliked Wei Ziming.

  Wei Ziming looked at himself still not having arrived at the square, the six people had already left, slightly shook his head, and continued to walk towards his own courtyard.

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