The young man in shabby clothes stood frozen on the spot, staring blankly at the backs of Shiheng and Kelin Xiaoman walking away, his heart beating wildly in his chest, almost bursting through his chest.
The terrifying pressure that was silent but immobilizing the Third Young Master of the Lin Family crowd just now was definitely not an illusion!
It was a shock originating from the depths of the soul, and it was the aura of a top powerhouse who was superior to countless practitioners. Not to mention a commoner like him who had no way to practice, even a well-known practitioner in the Yulan Empire would probably not be able to bear it at all.
The young man in front of him, dressed in plain clothes and with a gentle and indifferent expression, seemed to be no different from an ordinary traveler. There was no sharp aura about him, but just one glance made the arrogant Lin Family disciple completely paralyzed.
He is truly a peerless strong man!
It's the supreme existence that I don't even have the qualifications to look up to even if I try my best all my life!
This thought exploded in the young man's mind, instantly igniting all the unwillingness and desire in his heart. He suddenly tightened his grip on the rusty dagger in his hand, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, and the rough rust on his palm hurt him, but he felt no pain at all.
Don't miss this opportunity!
This is the only opportunity in his life to get in touch with top experts and get rid of his fate as a commoner!
The young man gritted his teeth and suppressed the fear and cowardice in his heart. He no longer cared about dignity or whether the other party would be bored. He opened his legs and ran desperately in the direction Shiheng left.
The shabby robes were blown by the wind, and the cloth shoes under his feet made a hasty sound on the bluestone. He just ran as hard as he could, with only the figure that was getting away in his eyes.
"S-Senior! Please stay!"
He was panting, his voice was hoarse and trembling after vigorous running, but he still shouted with all his strength.
Shiheng in front of him paused for a moment and did not look back. He just slowly turned half of his face to the side. His profile was cold and clear, and his eyes were calm and calm, showing a calmness that had experienced the world.
Kelin Xiaoman next to him stopped and leaned quietly to the side. His eyebrows were still as gentle as water. He just looked at the young man with a hint of unnoticeable vigilance. He subconsciously gently grabbed Shiheng's sleeves without saying a word, completely leaving the initiative to the people around him.
The young man used his last bit of strength to rush forward, his legs softened, and he knelt down heavily on the cold bluestone with a "thud", his forehead pressed tightly against the ground, his back was still straight, and his voice was hoarse, full of sincere and desperate hope:
"Junior... Junior Zhao Fan, born in poverty, without father or mother, has been living in the market for many years. I dream of practicing and becoming stronger, but I have tried everything and can't even get a copy of the most basic introductory skills. I beg senior... I beg senior to show me a clear path!"
He raised his head tremblingly, and kowtowed hard again. His forehead hit the bluestone, and there was a red mark. When he raised it again, his eyes were red, and tears were rolling in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to fall:
"I don't want to be bullied by others all my life, and I don't want to be a commoner who doesn't even have the right to walk and has no dignity for the rest of my life! Please help me, senior!"
Shiheng lowered his eyes and looked quietly at Zhao Fan who was kneeling on the ground.
The stubbornness, unwillingness, and desire in the young man's eyes, as well as the despair and struggle at the bottom, perfectly overlap with the Wushan Town himself who had nothing and faced the monster alone at this moment.
He had also been so helpless, so eager to become stronger, eager to break free from the shackles of Fate, and he knew very well how difficult it was for people at the bottom to pursue spiritual practice.
After a long time, Shiheng finally spoke calmly, with a light voice but with a power that penetrated people's hearts. "Why do you want to become stronger?"
Zhao Fan bit her lower lip until she tasted a trace of blood, then she spoke every word and screamed with all her strength, "In order to no longer be trampled on by others! In order to protect the only stability around me! In order to... let all mortals like me, hold their heads high and live with dignity!"
As the words fell, a trace of undetectable emotion finally flashed across Shiheng's eyes.
He gently raised his right hand, flicked his sleeve, and a wisp of light green, extremely warm Life Laws breath turned into a little shimmer and fell into Zhao Fan's body silently.
In an instant, Zhao Fan felt an incomparable warm and gentle power sweeping through his body. The obscure meridians that had been blocked for more than ten years seemed to be melted by ice and snow, and became extremely smooth in an instant.
Shiheng's voice sounded again, calm and gentle, but like thunder, it exploded in Zhao Fan's ears and was deeply imprinted in his heart:
"Resources, origin, bloodline, inheritance, these are just external things, they are never the basis for determining strength or weakness."
"A true strong man uses his mortal body to become immortal Dao Heart, and uses his tenacious will to break the shackles of heaven and earth and class barriers."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shiheng flicked his fingertips, and an invisible beam of thought went straight into Zhao Fan's eyebrows.
That is not some heaven-defying supreme skill, nor is it a powerful fighting skill, but the most basic and pure Breathing Method, but it contains a hint of the true meaning of Life Laws. It may seem ordinary, but it is the most basic and orthodox beginning for mortals to enter the path of spiritual practice. It is also the key to practice that countless low-level civilians cannot touch in their entire lives.
"The path of spiritual practice is inherently contrary to nature and full of ups and downs. I will not lead you along, nor can I protect you throughout your life."
"On this road, you can only walk one step at a time and grit your teeth."
"What I can give you is only a beginning. The rest depends on your own luck and perseverance."
After saying that, Shiheng said no more, and gently wrapped the hand of Kelin Xiaoman with his palm. The two figures swayed slightly, and slight ripples appeared in the space around them. In the next second, they disappeared at the end of the long street, leaving only a faint breath, which proved that everything just now was not a dream.
Zhao Fan froze in place, and his mind was filled with the complete Breathing Method. It kept roaring and echoing, and the warmth around him lingered for a long time.
Thinking of Shiheng's advice, and thinking that I finally had the opportunity to practice practice, the grievances, unwillingness, and ecstasy that had been accumulated for many years suddenly came to my heart, and tears could no longer be suppressed, and crazily poured out of my eyes.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, and knocked his head three times in the direction Shiheng was leaving. He used all his strength for each blow, and his voice was choked but extremely firm:
"Thank you, senior, for helping me!"
"Zhao Fan In this life, I will never forget the kindness I received today. I will definitely live up to the guidance of my predecessors and walk my own path to becoming a strong person!"
At the same time, deep inside the Yulan Empire, the core of the Lin Family mansion.
In a simple and majestic hall, shrouded in a faint aura of Saint, an old man with white beard and hair, who closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes, and his originally cloudy eyes suddenly burst into light, his face suddenly changed drastically, and the aura around him became disordered.
He is the Lin Family ancestor, Yulan Empire the famous Saint Pinnacle strong man. He has practiced for hundreds of years and has already reached the top of Saint. He has a very high status in the entire empire.
But just now, he clearly felt that there was a flash of terrifying pressure near his mansion that made his soul tremble and almost suffocate!
That pressure is boundless and profound, far beyond that of ordinary Saint strong men, and has even touched the legendary realm!
The old man's heart was shocked and he could no longer calm down. He stood up suddenly, the space around him was slightly distorted, and his voice was filled with unconcealable horror:
"What a terrifying pressure... This level of strength is at least... the supreme existence of Half-Step to Godhood!"
"Who is the master who came here? What happened in my Lin Family realm just now!"
Before he finished speaking, the old man's figure turned into a stream of light, tearing apart the space in an instant and speeding straight towards the long street. The speed was extremely fast, and he was filled with fear and fear.
Shiheng, who was resting in the inn in the city, seemed to feel something. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the Lin Family's mansion, with a faint smile on his lips, but his eyes remained calm.
"Saint Pinnacle ancestor..."
"It's just right."