War God Asura (修罗战神) By Kindhearted Bee
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Prequel for Martial God Asura
Book 1 Chapter 1 [Rebirth Of Talent]
In the Sky Martial Continent, everybody practices the Martial Path. Naturally, every high-level "Martial Master" is highly respected. Many people want to become a Martial Artist and begin to practice hard since an early age.
But God creates people differently. Not everyone has a gift in martial art and of those who do, don’t necessarily have the qualifications to become a Martial Master. Without the “Qi sea” even if one makes a lot of efforts, the realm Martial Master can only be achieved in dreams.
Qi Sea is an innate ability and cannot be acquired by practice. Usually, a Qi Sea will be formed when a person reaches 12 to 15 years of age, but even then it would only form within one person out of hundred. For this reason, many Martial Path aristocratic clans, in order to prevent the decline of the Clan, seek children who have the potential to be trained in a martial way. The child gains the title of "new blood". In the city of Yunzhong, there was one such Martial Path aristocratic Clan.
In the Clan’s practice field a group of youths had gathered. They were the New Bloods of the Clan. A young man clad in white stood with confidence surging through him making him the center of attention on the stage of clan’s competition grounds, while a black clothe youth bent down to a squat, was gasping for air unceasingly, with a line of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
“Xing Jue, just give up! You are no match for me,” said the boy clad in white. He crossed his arms with a face full of ridicule towards his opponent.
“I am not even finished fighting you, how do you know that?” After hearing the words of the boy in white, he lifted his head slowly, stiffly wiping the bloodstain at the corner of his mouth and glared at his opponent, clearly refusing to give up.
“Oh? If that’s the case, then today I will show you how massive the gap between us is!” The sneer on the white clothed boy disappeared. He then slowly walked toward the other boy. In his right fist, a layer of light started thickening rapidly.
"Well, that’s exactly what I want." Seeing his opponent coming forward, the black clothed boy shouted loudly, stood up, and with great speed lunged towards him.
The white clothed boy did not make any effort to dodge. As Xing Jue approached him, the corner of his lips curled into a sneer. He shot out his fist, which with the power of his invisible Qi hit Xing Jue’s body hard.
Instantly blood spurted from Xing Jue’s mouth. His body felt like a kite with broken string, sailing up high, only to fall down hard on the tyrannical ground.
Xing Jue collapsed, grasping his chest. Mumbling, he asked with all his strength, “Is.. is this the strength of Qi?”
“Would you now admit the disparity between us? You are merely a trash,” jeered the white clothed boy. His look of ridicule had already returned to his face.
Hearing that, Xing Jue’s clenched his fists, his fingers pinch his palm. His heart itself was unwilling to speak for himself.
“You and I... The difference is too far.” After some silent moment, the black-clothed youth suddenly shouts to clear the way, both his feet moved suddenly, then once more he moved toward the white clothed youth, but this time faster than the previous.
“Overconfident fool.” Facing his opponent, the face of the white-clothed youth suddenly burst with anger. He held up his right fist slowly which was quickly surrounded with more formidable, invisible Qi once more.
“Xing Jue, that’s enough!” It was a faint sound, but after hearing the command, both of the fighters stopped abruptly. Looking down the field a burly man standing two meters tall, with ripped muscles clearly visible even under his coat stood. He was their teacher, an Advanced Rank Martial Master, responsible for training the New Bloods.
“Teacher..” Whispered Xing Jue, looking at the man. His jet black pupils unexpectedly flooded with tears uncontrollably.
“Xing Jue, I know that you will not accept it, but this is the custom of our Clan. Today I let you and Xing Feng compete as an exception. I think now you know the difference between you and Xing Feng?” The burly man spoke coldly. He looked at Xing Jue without any trace of emotion. Hearing his teacher’s words, the black clothed youth lowered his head, and for a very long time did not utter a single word.
“The gap between Martial Artist and Martial Master cannot be surmounted. Since a Martial Master can control Qi, any attack from a Martial Artist is almost invalid.”
“Yeah, but even if you cannot become Martial Master, the Clan will not actually abandon you. Starting today you will be assigned to an industrial part of the Clan. Do your work.” Seeing Xing Jue being silent, teacher turned around, speaking to the youth seriously. “Take it as another way to support the Clan potency. This is the best way to repay the Clan after many years of us training you.”
Upon hearing the teacher’s words, Xing Jue walked out of the training ground under the arrangement of a male servant. Qi Sea had not formed within his body. Youths like him were called “trash blood”, and they would not be entrusted with important responsibilities regarding their clans, but were assigned to various industries. When a house slave or a worker displays a good performance, they could only be a young house manager, and today was the day that they were to be transferred.
Looking at the people who were gradually dispersing from around them, the black clothed youth slowly stepped down the competition stage. After giving one last look to his teacher, he then reluctantly left the training ground under a servant's lead.
“Hey.. Xing Jue…” But by the time the teacher looked to his back, the black clothed youth had disappeared. The teacher sighed and suddenly a touch of regret appears on his face.
Xing Jue, 15 years old an Advanced Rank Martial Artist. He was originally the best talent in his Clan’s batch of New Bloods. Nobody would have expected that even when he reached 15 years of age, Qi Sea would still have not formed within his body. Although Xing Jue had superb talent, being unable to utilize Qi deemed him unable to become Martial Master. Therefore even he can’t escape the destiny which was the banishment from Xing Clan. From now on he was merely a house slave.
Xing Jue was sitting in the carriage, looking at the familiar scene constantly passing by out of the window. His heart was filled with remorse. From a homeless youth, he became one of the candidates of New Bloods. He had come with far more talent than anyone else, becoming the strongest among New Bloods, and had tasted a life full of pride.
Then he remembered the day of Qi Sea condensation when he couldn’t successfully condense his Qi Sea. His eyes were fixed at the weakling beside him who had suddenly exceeded him simply due to presence of “Qi Sea”. He remembered how his heart became extremely anxious. He has desperately practiced, but still Qi Sea still didn’t condense in his body. This talented boy had ended up as a trash blood.
“Xing Jue, teacher is actually being kind to you. You obtained an assignment as a manager right away.” The old servant tried to comfort him. He noticed that Xing Jue had been silent for a very long time with sullen expression fill up his face.
The old man beside was Xing Jue’s personal servant. Everybody called him Old Zhang. He was also Preliminary Rank Martial Artist. Since Xing Jue was elected by Xing Clan as new blood, Old Zhang had been the one who had always taken care of him. As Old Zhang had seen Xing Jue grow up, he naturally cared him very much.
“Old Zhang, rest assured. I’m all right.” Hearing his Old Zhang’s words, Xing Jue could understand Old Zhang’s reasons to frown. Regarding Old Zhang, he already treated him as one of the Clan members. Therefore he naturally didn’t want him to worry. Although his heart was still quite sore, Xing Jue managed to squeeze out a smiling face for Old Zhang.
However, Zhang could see through the fake smile that Xing Jue had put up. Therefore he simply sighed. His heart was instantly filled with unspeakable grief.
Within half an hour, they were already out of the Clan’s training ground. After they go out of the Yunzhong City gate, they directly rushed toward the west.
As the horse carriage sped down the road, a pair of creeping motions suddenly appeared. Immediately two old men could be seen, just like ghosts and demons appearing above the main road.
“This Xing Jue is very talented, yet he is unable to form Qi Sea. This is indeed a strange event,” Whispered one of the old man who was wearing an ash-gray gown. He looked at the carriage that carried Xing Jue going farther and farther away.
“If he could condense Qi Sea, added with excellent training, then he would be on par even with your Xiao Han,” says the other old man in a white robe, caressing his snow-colored fair beard.
“Unfortunately, he can’t.” The grey-gowned old man shook his head. When the white-robed old man mentioned Xiao Han, a confident smile appeared on his face.
“But that is not necessarily the case.” The grey-gowned old man denied his own words.
The white-robed old man suddenly turned his hand, and a white object as big as a pearl appeared in his palm. It was oval with a clear brilliance revolving in it, making it look dazzlingly beautiful.
“Do you want to help the kid with it? How does an old man like you who does not like accepting disciple, now gets tempted by this kid?” asked the grey-gowned old man, clearly startled by the sudden appearance of a Beast Soul in the other old man’s hand.
The white-robed old man quickly replied, “I am not accepting a disciple, but this Beast Soul in my hand is useless, I am willing to give it to anyone in need.” He looked at the disappearing silhouette of the horse carriage at the horizon and then vanished.
“You old bastard,” said the grey robe old man with a smile, shaking his head. Almost immediately his body also vanished. The two people disappeared as if they were never there in the first place.