The Sunset Mountains was located in the southwest part of the Immortal Devil Continent. It stretched from south to north for tens of thousands of miles. It was a strange peak with a gentle climate. On the south side of the mountain range, there was an imposing ancient city called Yuyang City.

The sun had just risen, and the soft sunshine shone on the earth, dispelling the chill left by the night, awakening countless sleeping lives. In the city of Yuyang, people got up one after another and began to run for a day's work. The number of people on the street also gradually increased.

In a mountain forest more than ten miles to the west of Jade City, a bare-chested young man in a pair of trousers was carrying a big sandbag on his shoulder. He was running quickly toward the depths of the forest along a rugged path.

Although the mountain road was rugged, the youth was as fast as if he was on flat ground.

His name was Ling Feng. He was 15 years old and was born with divine power. At the age of five, he could lift 50 kilograms of heavy objects. At the age of six, he started to cultivate his body, and at the age of 10, he reached the ninth level of the Body Refining Realm.

Running in the morning was one of Ling Feng's most important courses every day. From the age of ten to now, wind and rain never stopped.

The sandbag on his shoulder was mainly made of star sand. Although it was small, it weighed more than 300 kilograms, but it did not affect his mobility at all.

A series of booming sounds came from the front, as if thousands of troops and horses were galloping, and the air around them gradually became moist.

30 minutes later, Ling Feng stopped. In front of him, a pool with a width of 40 feet appeared. It was sparkling and crystal clear. It could be seen that there were gravel and fine sand at the bottom of the pool several meters away. Behind the pool was a waterfall with a width of 100 feet and a height of 300 meters.

Silver-white water poured down from the cliff, like a white dragon falling from the sky. It let out an earth-shattering roar and plunged into the pool, splashing water mist all over the sky. Under the early morning sun, a seven-colored rainbow appeared, like a fairyland on earth.

Below the waterfall, there was a huge stone that was more than two feet high. Under the huge impact of the waterfall, the top of the huge stone almost turned into a sphere, as smooth as a mirror.

Ling Feng threw the sandbag on his shoulder to the ground, jumped up, and plunged into the pool. His strong figure splashed in the pool and swam quickly to the waterfall. Finally, he skillfully climbed to the top of the boulder. His feet seemed to be stuck in a stone, as still as a pine, allowing the waterfall to constantly impact his body.

Under the impact of the waterfall, every muscle on Ling Feng's body seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer.

He gritted his teeth and began to practice his fist on the boulder...

However, this training, which seemed to abuse himself, was not something that Ling Feng was willing to do.

This matter had to start with the year when Ling Feng was ten years old.

When he was ten years old, an old man, dressed in sloppy clothes and full of the smell of alcohol, found him and used an extremely cruel magic spell to turn his life root into that of when he was three years old. Moreover, he suffered from pain nine times a day. Only by training according to the method that the old man made for him could he relieve the pain.

The old man had set up a total of nine restriction formations in his body. Every time Ling Feng broke through one level, there would be a new cultivation plan in his mind.

If Ling Feng did not complete the training as planned, the restriction formation in his body would break out and he would be tortured to death by the pain all over his body.

It was also because of the existence of these restrictions that his cultivation had been stuck at the ninth level of the Refinement Realm for five years.

Currently, Ling Feng had broken through eight of the nine restrictive spells. According to what the old man had said, when he broke through the ninth Restriction, it would be the day of his recovery.

Only Ling Feng knew this secret, and the old man did not let him tell anyone.

Therefore, for his sake, Ling Feng had practiced very hard in the past few years.

"D*mn old man, d*mn old man, d*mn old man..."

Ling Feng, who was standing on the boulder, would curse each time he threw a punch, as if doing so could vent the resentment that had accumulated in his heart for a long time. The punching skill he was practicing now was also sealed in his mind by the old man.

When Ling Feng waved his fist, the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was stirred up, and a lot of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was absorbed by his body.

An hour later, something in Ling Feng's body seemed to have been broken. A powerful force suddenly filled his whole body, and every muscle on his body swelled up.

"Ah!"

Ling Feng roared to the sky, and a strong momentum burst out of his body, forming a force field within a meter of him, separating the surrounding waterfalls.

After a while, Ling Feng gradually withdrew his aura.

"Hahaha, I've finally broken through the ninth Restriction!"

Ling Feng was so excited that he roared to the sky, but found that he had not recovered.

"Damn it, you old man, how dare you lie to me! Come out!"

Ling Feng's angry voice echoed in the valley. At this moment, he really wanted to tear the old man into pieces and turn him into ashes.

"Brat, not bad. You broke through the Nine-layered Restriction so quickly. You're qualified to be my disciple. I'll send someone to pick you up!"

An old voice echoed in Ling Feng's mind.

Ling Feng's angry roar came to an abrupt end. He came back to his senses and shouted at the sky, "Damn old man, I f*cking f*cking f*cking f*cking your ancestors for eighteen generations. You f*cking f*cking f*cking die. You choked to death while drinking water, you were poisoned to death while you ate, and you were killed by a car when you walked..."

Ling Feng cursed out all the vulgarities he could think of. Full of anger, he jumped into the water and swam to the shore.

Right at this time, he felt as if the space between his brows was burning. He reached out his hand to touch it, feeling as if it was burning hot.

He looked down at his reflection in the water and found a mark between his eyebrows. It was a small gray sword.

"What's going on?"

Ling Feng wiped it hard with his hand, trying to wipe away the mark, but it was of no use.

After a while, the gray sword mark gradually disappeared.

"It's finally gone!"

Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief slowly. When the sword mark appeared just now, an impulse to destroy everything rose in his heart.

After a while, his mood gradually calmed down. He bent down and carried the sandbag that he had thrown away before and ran back along the same road.

Just as Ling Feng was about to return to Yu Yang City, a stream of light whizzed over and hovered in mid-air. It was a young man dressed in a white Daoist robe. He was stepping on a cyan flying sword.

The flying sword emitted a faint white light, which completely went against common sense. It carried a person floating in the air. The person standing on the flying sword had delicate features, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. He looked extremely natural and unrestrained.

"Flying sword? Immortal?"

Ling Feng's eyes widened. He felt a strong sense of oppression from the young man in front of him.

"Come with me!"

The young man glanced at Ling Feng indifferently. Perhaps he was suffering from facial muscle paralysis. There was no expression on his face, and his voice sounded a little cold.

Ling Feng stared at the white-robed young man in front of him and said with vigilance, "Are you the one sent by the old man?"

The white-robed man did not respond. He stepped on the flying sword and arrived in front of Ling Feng in a flash. He reached out to grab one of Ling Feng's arms, and then took him to the sky.

"Let me go, I don't want to go... Let me go... Ah ah ah... I haven't said goodbye to my family yet!"

The sword light in the sky suddenly turned around and flew toward Yuyang City.

Half an hour later.

At the entrance of the reception hall of the Tang family in Jade City.

Ling Feng said goodbye to his parents.

His father, Ling Zhentian, was tall and sturdy. His long hair was black and his eyebrows were like swords as they slanted into his temples. Naturally, he possessed an inexplicable cold and murderous aura! His eyes were like that of an eagle's as they flickered with a fierce light. Just the aura that emanated from between his brows alone gave off a powerful oppressive aura.

His mother, Jiang Yan, was an extremely beautiful young married woman. Her figure was slim, her skin was sparkling, and her cheeks were giddy. Her brows were beautiful and her eyes were bright. She was graceful and elegant. Her charm was alluring. At this moment, she was leaning against Ling Zhentian's embrace. She was already crying like a weeping person.

In her entire life, Ling Feng had never gone far. This time around, he actually wanted to leave them and go to the Mystic Sword Sect tens of thousands of miles away. For a moment, it was difficult for Jiang Yan to part with him.

Ling Zhentian looked at Ling Feng. In the depths of his eyes, there was also a faint reluctance.

"Father, mother, goodbye. I'll come back to see you after I succeed in my cultivation!"

Ling Feng waved to his parents, then turned to the white-robed young man and said, "Senior Brother, let's go!"

The white-robed young man walked up to Ling Feng, took his hand, and then took out his flying sword. He flew up to the sky with Ling Feng and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

"Brother Tian, the heavens really have eyes. Feng'er is actually chosen by the people of the Xuan Sword Sect. If he returns from his studies in the future, he will definitely be able to avenge you!"

Jiang Yan wiped away the tears on her face. She raised her head and looked at Ling Zhentian. A trace of anticipation appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Xuan Swordsmanship Sect? Revenge? It's easier said than done!"

Ling Zhentian sighed slightly. He then supported Jiang Yan and walked back into the room.