Chapter 0001 - Golden Spiritual Power

　　Heavy Van Empire, Cang Wolf Sect, Outer Courtyard. 　　The noisy jeering voices gradually lifted far away. 　　Shen Fang had already fallen into a semi-conscious state, his head was covered in blood, his body was half-bowed and twitching constantly, his hands scratched the mat on the bed and crumpled it. 　　Just a moment ago, he was surrounded by a group of people beating and bullying, only the maid Xiaoyue beside him cried out to help him plead for mercy. 　　That stick almost killed him. 　　Suffering such a serious injury yet not a single person offered help, those people left him behind like a wild dog, leaving him to fend for himself, and no one paid any more attention to him. 　　"If it was still half a year ago, they would dare to touch me like this?" 　　A voice inside the Shen assured hissed unwillingly. 　　The courtyard was silent, there was no one else, only the sound of leaves rubbing over the window remained. 　　Limbs pumping and pumping, gradually feel some numbness in the head pain, in a trance, some past events like floating smoke swept through the mind. 　　In the past, Shen Fang's fate was not like this. 　　He had a noble birth, was the descendant of a great general's family, and his grandfather was honored as the border commander of the Chong Fan Empire. 　　At that time, he had his own guards and generals when he went out and took care of the huge family business, and was admitted into a big sect like the Cangwolf Sect. 　　His life was smooth sailing, freshly dressed, simply the pride of the heavens, envied by all. 　　But did not expect, good life suddenly fell to the bottom. 　　Half a year ago, the Shen family was framed by political opponents, and was wiped out in one night, a family of old and young died extremely tragic. Only he escaped with his identity as a disciple of the Cangwolf Sect. 　　Glory and wealth, status and position, everything was gone in a flash. 　　During that time, Shen Fang deeply suppressed the hatred in his heart, buried his head in bitter cultivation, expecting to be able to avenge his family when he accomplished his cultivation. 　　However, he realized that his cultivation qualification was really average, no matter how hard he tried, his power could only reach the third level of body hardening, and it was almost hopeless to improve one more step. 　　It was only then that he realized that he was able to join the Cangwolf Sect because of his family's influence, not because of his personal talent. 　　Fate and cultivation both fell into the lowest valley, he gradually fell into the eyes of others as a waste, with the object of ridicule and insult. 　　More and more disciples of the clan came over to scold him and bully him. 　　Being able to beat up the son of the general of that year should best satisfy the twisted psychology of those people. 　　Shen Fang didn't have the strength to fight back and secretly held back, looking forward to the day when he could become stronger. 　　But just today, the grand elder's grandson Hu Biao brought a group of people over to forcefully snatch Xiao Ya as his maid. 　　Xiao bud with Shen into the clan, is serving his accompanying maid, Shen family destroyed, Shen put around only Xiao bud this one relative, has been Xiao bud as a sister, how can let people will Xiao bud snatch away. 　　He finally could not bear it, desperately fight back, but where is the group of fierce and vicious opponent, was a group of people ruthlessly knocked to the ground, punching and kicking. 　　Finally, he was hit in the head with a stick and was almost killed. 　　The wind blew into the house. 　　Shen Fang lying there, vertigo, past events bit by bit come to mind, he is not willing to watch the family revenge can not be avenged, not willing to be humiliated, not willing to small bud followed him to suffer. 　　On his head, the place where he was hit by a stick suddenly became more and more painful, and the pain was like an axe chopping downward to split his head open. 　　Shen Fang numb in general, the pain of the limbs twitching, but did not say, biting his lips to endure. 　　What can be done if the pain is in the bone marrow. 　　He must endure, he can't die like this. 　　If he died, what about Xiao Ya. 　　In this world, Xiao Bud also only had him as a relative, he as a brother, no matter what, he had to stand up again, that is, even if it was difficult again, he had to hold up a piece of heaven and earth for Xiao Bud, so that Xiao Bud would no longer be humiliated. 　　"Ka-ching." 　　A low cracking sound. 　　The axe-like pain seemed to split something in his head, and suddenly, Shen Fang could actually look inward and see the scene inside his head. 　　It was a piece of mist. 　　In the center of the mist, the pineal body was quietly suspended in the void. 　　That sound just now was the top of the pineal body cracking open. 　　"The pineal body is cracked, am I completely wasted?" Shen Fang clenched his fist, extremely unwilling. 　　The pineal body was suspended in the middle of the Sea of Consciousness, and from the cracked opening at the top, an astonishingly thick fog was continuously emerging, filling into the entire Sea of Consciousness. 　　The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the concentration of the fog in the sea of consciousness gradually reaches three times, four times, five times the usual ...... 　　The thick fog was one's spiritual power. 　　The fog became more and more prevalent, and Shen Fang finally realized that something was wrong. 　　The spiritual power was so strong that it unknowingly overflowed from the sea of consciousness, and as the spiritual power spread outward, he could actually see outside with his eyes closed. 　　Wherever the spiritual energy spread, he could see. 　　Finally, he saw the entire room. 　　At that moment, in his "eyes", the whole world seemed to be dyed with all sorts of brilliant colors, the walls, tables and chairs, and broken windows, all of them became magnificent and bright, incomparably clear. 　　He could even see the colorful aura floating in the void, as well as the direction of the aura like silk or mist. 　　Looking further into the distance, he could see the slender parasites writhing in the crevices of the old tree in the courtyard, as well as every grain of the old tree's bark. 　　This scene made Shen feel shocked and dumbfounded. 　　"It's spiritual power." 　　"Could it be that in the past, my spiritual power had been suppressed until that rod cracked the pineal gland, which released the spiritual power?" 　　Shen Fang was shocked and hadn't yet figured out what was going on. 　　The dense fog in the pineal gland was released even faster, and the concentration of the dense fog in the sea of consciousness gradually reached eight, nine, ten times the usual ...... 　　It still didn't stop. 　　The fog concentration was too big, and later, in the thick fog squeezing and compressing, it gradually turned from colorless to light gold, and then to gold again. 　　The golden fog was full of vitality. 　　Shen Fang felt that he had changed, there was an unprecedented strength and fullness in his mind, and at this moment, he subconsciously ran the circumference. 　　Buzz! 　　The power was running in the meridians at a terrifying speed, rushing across the sky, with a momentum like a rainbow. 　　The running of gong power needed to be led by spiritual power. 　　Previously, running the circumference was like a skinny horse struggling to pull a large cart tramping forward, while at this moment, the golden spiritual power leading the gong power was like ten giant elephants pulling a small cart in a gallop. 　　In a few breaths, the circumference that used to take half a day to complete was run through. 　　At the end of the circumference, Shen Fang felt that his gong force had solidified by a full point. 　　"Impossible, impossible!" 　　Shen Fang shivered a little, vaguely realizing that with the rupture of the pineal gland, he might have ushered in his metamorphosis. 　　Spiritual power was the essence of a person's life, and it was also the most important talent and foundation for cultivation. 　　If the spiritual power became stronger, wouldn't that mean that one's talent for cultivation was continuously becoming stronger. 　　"Sword Drawing Style." 　　Shen put in his mind to rehearse the sword that he had cultivated the most familiarly. 　　In an instant, just like seeing the grain of the bark of a tree clearly, he saw the thirteen places in the Sword Drawing Stance where the power was wrong. 　　Previously, he had thought that this sword had been practiced to the extreme by him, and that the sword intent could not be improved any further, and only at this moment did he realize that this sword was simply riddled with flaws, and that the power generation was crooked and without any battle power. 　　In the spiritual energy, in a flash, those thirteen places where the force was not right were corrected, and the sword was stabbed out. 　　Chant! 　　The choking bright sword chant pierced one's eardrums, sword qi overflowed in all directions, like lightning tearing through the night sky, tiger whistling and dragon roaring. 　　Shen Fang had never imagined that a simple style of sword drawing could exert such divine and mysterious power. 　　"It is indeed my spiritual talent that is growing. That stick actually allowed my talent to be fully unleashed." 　　"Now I am no longer the original waste." 　　The powerful spiritual power allowed Shen Fang to get out of his stupor and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining with essence. 　　He woke up, and the entire essence of his body completely became like another person. 　　Turning his head to look at the smashed and broken house, Shen Fang slowly sat up with his arms supporting his body.