Protagonist Enters the Stage

Chapter 11: The Protagonist Appears

Qingyang Village is located east of the Far West Land, within the vast territory governed by the True Martial Sacred Sect.

As the sun rose, casting a faint light across the sky, a large group of youths had already woken up early in the square in front of Qingyang Village. Led by the village's strongest cultivator, Coach Mo, they began their body-tempering morning exercises.

Coach Mo was the strongest in Qingyang Village and the only cultivator at the ninth level of the Spirit Vein Realm.

He had a broad, muscular build, with bulging muscles. He wore a black tank top, and his hair was styled in a wild, bushy afro.

He stood before the youths and said loudly, "You must understand, you are not the children of noble families. You don't have top-tier cultivation methods, nor will you have the aid of various elixirs from the start.

The only thing you can rely on is yourselves, and the only thing you can do is work hard.

Besides hard work, there is only more hard work. A true expert is forged from ninety-nine percent effort and one percent talent. Do you understand?"

"We understand!" all the youths shouted in unison. They were currently holding a horse stance, their faces flushed red, but their eyes were filled with hope and longing for the future and the martial path.

In the last row of these youths, there was another boy. He appeared much thinner than the others.

At this moment, the boy gritted his teeth, his face pale, enduring the duration of the horse stance, unwilling to give up easily.

The boy wore a coarse white cloth shirt with patches sewn onto it. His face was delicate, and from the side, he had a rather heroic appearance with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.

His gaze was resolute, possessing a stubbornness unbefitting his age.

Beside the boy stood a girl. Her long hair cascaded down her back, her skin was as white as snow, her lips were red and teeth white, and her nose was high and straight.

Especially her eyes, they were like a pool of clear water, and when she looked around, they could make all things lose their color.

Although the girl wore a cheap white shirt, it could not conceal her stunning appearance.

She was still young, but she had already grown into a graceful young lady.

"Brother Chu Yang, are you alright?" the girl asked, her heart aching as she watched the boy stubbornly persevere.

"Xiao'er, don't worry, I'm fine," the boy, called Chu Yang, managed to force a smile and shook his head.

However, as soon as the boy finished speaking, his body suddenly went limp, losing all strength, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Brother Chu Yang, take a rest," the girl quickly helped Chu Yang up and led him to sit under a large tree nearby.

At this moment, the youths in the training area looked at this scene, feeling a sense of imbalance and envy.

"I don't understand how someone with Baili Xiao's excellent qualities could fancy a good-for-nothing like Chu Yang."

A youth nearby complained in a low voice.

After all, this girl named Baili Xiao was the goddess in the hearts of all the youths in Qingyang Village, yet her eyes were only for Chu Yang, and she was extremely indifferent to other youths, ignoring them completely.

"Exactly," another youth nearby added, "If she were with me, my family has several cows, and I wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life.

As for this Chu Yang, he's been orphaned since childhood. He's only alive thanks to the village's charity, and he's been sickly since he was a child, with a weak constitution. He's a typical good-for-nothing."

The youths in the training area immediately began to discuss amongst themselves, while Coach Mo frowned slightly, looking at the chaotic scene.

His voice, subtly infused with spiritual energy, boomed out, "What are you all chattering about? Is it too easy for you? Everyone will run ten laps around the village later."

Hearing Coach Mo's words, the youths in the training area immediately fell silent, their faces looking dejected.

"Next, I will demonstrate a set of Fierce Tiger Fist. Everyone watch carefully. This Fierce Tiger Fist is a Yellow Tier Meridian Skill, and I will only demonstrate it once," Coach Mo said proudly.

He knew well that for these youths who were just beginning their martial journey, he not only had to make them understand the hardships of cultivation but also give them some hope and temptation.

Under the astonished and curious gazes of all the youths, Coach Mo puffed out his chest and raised his head. He clenched his right fist, and spiritual energy surged within him.

His entire aura seemed to transform into that of a fierce tiger, with a faint yellow light enveloping his fist.

Then, with a soft roar, he leaped into the air and struck a nearby stone with all his might.

"Boom!" With a resounding explosion, the stone shattered into pieces, and dust flew everywhere.

Coach Mo let out a long breath and walked proudly to the front, saying, "Whoever among you finishes Body Tempering first and advances to the Spirit Vein Realm, I will teach him this Fierce Tiger Fist."

Hearing this, the youths in the training area erupted in excitement. Their ambitions soared, and their eyes blazed with a hidden competitive fire.

Just then, a youth pointed to the sky and said, "Coach Mo, someone is flying in the sky."

"Stop joking," Coach Mo glared at the youth. A cultivator who could fly in the air must be at least an expert of the Empty Meridian Realm.

When Coach Mo was young, he had served in Xuanyuan City as a city patrol officer, and he was quite imposing back then.

Wherever he went, street vendors would flee in panic, scared out of their wits.

Well, city patrol officers were also known as "city managers."

He was a man who had seen the world, but even in Xuanyuan City, the strongest cultivator was only at the True Meridian Realm.

That was still a whole major realm away from the Empty Meridian Realm. The Empty Meridian Realm was something he had never witnessed in his entire life.

The youth said aggrievedly, "Really, I'm not lying to you."

Just as Coach Mo was about to lecture the youth again, he suddenly felt a powerful pressure descending from above.

He quickly turned around, his scalp going numb for a moment.

He saw a woman slowly descending from the sky. This woman's aura surged around her, and in his perception, it felt boundless and unfathomable.

"May I ask what brings an esteemed individual like yourself to our Qingyang Village?" Coach Mo quickly stepped forward to greet her.

"This is Qingyang Village?" Xiao Yuexuan asked uncertainly.

"Yes, yes," Coach Mo quickly nodded.

"Then do you know a woman named Xiao Qingya?" Xiao Yuexuan asked, her voice cold but also tinged with anticipation.

"Xiao Qingya... that name sounds a bit familiar," Coach Mo said thoughtfully.

"You should remember her; she's lived here for decades," Xiao Yuexuan quickly added.

"Oh, I remember now," Coach Mo slapped his forehead, suddenly enlightened.

"Where is she?" Xiao Yuexuan asked anxiously.

"She's dead," Coach Mo said quietly.

"Dead..." Xiao Yuexuan seemed lost, her figure visibly trembling as she took a step back, her face deathly pale. "How could she be dead!"

"Oh, right, she had a daughter who remained," Coach Mo suddenly said.

"Can you just say everything clearly in one go?" Xiao Yuexuan glared at Coach Mo, her aura surging like a rainbow.

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