"Cousin, this year...you failed again!"

Accompanied by the sighs of the elders of the Zhan family, the spiritual martial arts competition between Zhan Feihong and his cousin Zhan Mang came to an end.

The palms covered with a thin layer of white light gradually dimmed. Zhan Feihong silently looked around at the elders present, lowered his head, and returned to his seat without saying a word.

Those eyes were mixed with regret, disappointment, and even disgust.

Shameful.

This year my grandson embarrassed his grandfather again.

That pale and wry smile that did not belong to a fourteen-year-old boy secretly appeared on Zhan Feihong's still immature face without anyone noticing.

Although the Qingshui Zhan family is not a big family in spiritual cultivation, it is known to everyone within a hundred miles.

Four years ago, when the head of the Zhan family, Zhan Minhai, was about to end his life, he left behind his three sons who had been missing for two years. The only one left behind was the gold-eating ant with the highest star status in the entire Zhan family.

Zhan Feihong, the grandson of the third son, made a blood sacrifice, and the five-star gold-eating ants became his natal spiritual beast.

The old man's decision was made regardless of the objections of the whole family, and brought Zhan Feihong into the eyes of everyone. If he was so talented, he would become the most outstanding young rookie in the new generation. It would be easy to say. It's a pity...

Four years, these four years, Zhan Feihong watched his brothers and sisters surpass him one by one, and the spiritual beasts they used in their cultivation were only the most common three-star or even two-star gold-eating ants in the Zhan family.

You know, when these gold-eating ants are raised, they will have one star in a month, two stars in a year, and three stars in ten years... As for the four stars, Mr. Zhan Minhai spent a decade of his time to barely cultivate one.

Only.

Zhan Feihong’s natal five-star gold-eating ant evolved from unknown treasures obtained by his missing parents. For this reason, they have been missing since Zhan Feihong was eight years old until now, and there is still no news.

Any news.

Could it be said that Zhan Feihong is a playboy who is idle all day long?

If so, he would feel a lot happier.

But in terms of diligence and perseverance, even the few elders of the same generation as the previous head of the Qingshui Zhan family, Zhan Minhai, are ashamed of themselves.

After forgetting sleep and food in practice, the gold-eating ant with the highest star rank in the family was defeated by "talent", something that made Zhan Feihong angry from the bottom of his heart and helpless.

The competition in the hall was still going on, but Zhan Feihong couldn't see anything. After smiling bitterly, his face returned to expressionless, and he kept questioning himself in his heart, where did he go wrong?

"Cousin, you are the last one again this year!" As everyone expected, Zhan Feihong's cousin Zhan Mang won the first place in the spiritual martial arts battle within the clan. He had just been praised by the elders of the clan and did not rush directly to compete with him.

Brothers and playmates who were on the opposite side stood proudly in front of Zhan Feihong.

"Brother Mang, congratulations." Zhan Feihong's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't dare to raise his head, because he understood that the eyes of everyone in the Lingwu Hall were once again focused on him.

As a cousin, Zhan Mang turned a deaf ear to his cousin's congratulations and did not respond to even a single polite word. "Cousin, two years have passed and you are still stuck in the fourth line of spiritual life, right?" He patted him gently.

He patted Feihong on the shoulder and said with a smile.

These words were like stuffing a handful of snow into Zhan Feihong's neck, and he couldn't help but tremble all over.

"Oh my god, is Brother Feihong still stuck in the four-line spiritual world?" A twelve-year-old girl in the tribe couldn't help but blurted out in shock when she heard Zhan Mang's words.

"Ling'er, shut up!" The girl's mother quickly scolded her child, but the look in her eyes at Zhan Feihong was filled with deep contempt and even resentment.

"I'm talking about cousin Feihong," Zhan Mang smiled more and more proudly. He looked at the elders around him and asked loudly: "Can you tell me what is going on? Have you really practiced well?

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Zhan Feihong lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly. Every year in the Lingwu fight, his cousin Zhan Mang would always take the opportunity to humiliate himself. When he was ten years old, his uncle would even say something to stop him. When he was eleven years old,

The uncle stopped talking. Finally, an elder in the hall who was the same generation as grandpa couldn't stand it anymore and stopped the farce.

Now, that elder no longer supervises the competitions in Lingwu Hall, and no one in the whole clan will stand up for him anymore.

Zhan Feihong understood that the reason why his cousin was so humiliated to him was because of this five-star natal spiritual beast. The so-called natal, unless the person who transformed into blood dies, can the various connections between them be broken, otherwise, in this life, the spiritual beast can no longer be used by others.

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Therefore, the various cultivation talents revealed by Zhan Feihong have become the most frequently discussed topics in the family. Parents all hope that their children will become dragons and phoenixes. Now that the successor of the Five-Star Gold-eating Ant is a spiritual idiot, he is naturally ignored by everyone.

The relatives became jealous.

The most obvious of these is the family of the second uncle Zhan Feihong. According to what the second uncle Zhan Keman said privately, it was: a piece of gold was thrown into the manure pit, and the smell was extremely bad! If it had been given to my family, Mang'er, he would have become famous long ago.

Got it!

"Cousin, what am I asking you?" Zhan Feihong lowered his head and hesitated. Zhan Mang patted the back of the chair where Zhan Feihong was sitting and shouted loudly.

"For now... right?" Faced with Zhan Mang's question and the various looks from his relatives, Zhan Feihong reluctantly replied.

"Hmph, the five-star natal spiritual beast has been practicing with you for six years, and the four-marked spiritual beast... Who can believe it?!" Zhan Mang slapped the back of the chair again, and there was a hint of emotion in his voice.

Jealousy.

Zhan Feihong's nails pricked the palm of his hand. He finally raised his head, stared at Zhan Mang coldly, and asked: "You may believe it or not. Cousin, the competition has passed. If nothing goes wrong, I'm going back to my room to practice.

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"Wait!" Just when Zhan Feihong was about to leave his seat, Zhan Mang pressed his hands on his shoulders. "Cousin, as the heir of the Five-Star Gold-Eating Ant, shouldn't you review it?"

At some point, several of Zhan Mang's playmates brought the Four Treasures of the Study. Now seeing his look, they immediately brought them over. "Come, cousin, let the uncles in the hall take a look!"

The pen was handed to Zhan Feihong's hand.

Zhan Feihong looked at the brush in his hand and didn't know how to deal with it. He really hoped that an elder could stand up and stop his cousin's new trick this year. But what came to his ears was still an annoying low voice like a fly.

chatter.

"I think the old man was really blind back then. Why did he give the best spiritual beast in the family to this idiot? If he randomly chooses one of our children to replace him, he will be many times better."

"Well, people are always confused before they die. It's true for the master, why didn't he stop it at the time? It has become a big joke in Qingshui Town now."

"Let me say a few words, that five-star spiritual beast was bought by his parents at the cost of their lives. The old man originally planned to make him the eldest heir of the next generation, but he did not expect that this child would have a miserable life and would not be able to bear it...

..."

"Humph, he has taken over our family's greatest hope. It's not enough to even say a few words about him."

These words reached Zhan Feihong's ears without any errors. He gritted his teeth and finally took the brush from his cousin's hand. "Okay, I'll write!"

Seeing his cousin pouring black ink on the paper with trembling hands, Zhan Mang showed a hint of evil smile that was not easily noticed by others, and suddenly snatched the unfinished review into his hand.

"Feihong caused trouble for the family because he was not diligent enough in practicing martial arts..." Halfway through reading aloud, he suddenly shook his head vigorously and asked: "Cousin, you wrote it wrong, right?! Diligent, why are you causing trouble?

Yes, it’s not fundamental, let me teach you!”

Zhan Mang grabbed the brush and wrote four big characters on the back of the white paper. He suddenly turned to Zhan Feihong's side and pressed the white paper almost to Feihong's face.

"Recite with me: I am a waste!"

Zhan Mang's voice echoed in Lingwu Hall and lingered for a long time. He glanced arrogantly at the elders around him. Everyone present was stunned and silent. Some people still had a joking smile on their faces.

"That's enough, Mang'er, go back to your seat!" Just as Zhan Mang was about to continue looking for trouble with his cousin, a voice finally came out of the headmaster's mouth.

Zhan Mang seemed to know this situation in advance, and immediately rolled up the white paper he held high. "My nephew is just telling the truth." He seemed to have been wronged, muttering in a low voice, lowering his head and returning.

On your own seat.

Unexpectedly, a fist glowing with white light had quietly come to his ribs. If the master hadn't shouted back, Zhan Mang would have been so beaten by this sudden attack that he couldn't get out of bed for half a month.

When Zhan Feihong saw that the person was gone, he secretly dispersed the spiritual power in his fist. The signature spiritual power of the Zhan family's gold-eating ants is the Qianjun Fist. Even with his four-marked spiritual strength, he could hit an unprepared person.

The weak points of the Seven-Line Spirit Meng can still produce fatal effects.

Too much bullying...

The annual Lingwu Hall competition was finally over, and Zhan Feihong once again came to the hill outside the town. Looking at the green trees and grass under the cliff, he couldn't help but recall the punch he almost made just now.

Am I being too impulsive? If this punch really hits, I'm afraid my uncle will drive me out of the house!

Zhan Feihong is a little scared. Although his love for the Zhan family has faded a lot in the past four years, Feihong has never left Qingshui Town since he was born, let alone go out alone. The situation of being kicked out of the house,

It was something he couldn't imagine and didn't dare to imagine.

"Grandson, they don't understand, and they don't understand... The Zhan family still depends on you for its future!"

Zhan Feihong's mind once again recalled his grandfather's words before his death. It was because of these words that he was able to endure the ruthless looks of his elders and the cynicism among his peers.

I am not a waste! Grandpa said that sooner or later, I will understand why this five-star gold-eating ant was passed on to me!

Thinking of this, a trace of clarity finally returned to Zhan Feihong's eyes. Today's shock was gone. He slowly stood up, ready to stretch himself and go home to practice.

"Hey -" Unexpectedly, when he raised his hands, the boulder under his feet began to tilt toward the side.
Chapter completed!