Author's Note: So this chapter had to be edited to fit the other chapters in the future of the non existed plot. On a side note this is my first book writing in a world filled with martial stuff so bare with me.
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Chapter 1 Ling Li Feng
The sun shine brightly in the clear blue sky. At the most secluded courtyard in the corner of the grand mansion, the body of Ling Li Ming who had died laid on a then futon. Suddenly he opened his eyes as they gave off a sharp aura like a hawk. The weak tearful eyes of a powerless little boy were replaced by ones filled with killing intent, and coldness as dark as a winter night.
Ling quietly observed the interior of the old and worn room. The structure looked
damaged and decayed. Here was only a small table and his futon which he was
laying on was thin and worn badly. If a stranger came and looked at this place
it would look as though it was the home of a poverty stricken person not that of one
of nobility. Looking down at his body with no expression showed. Pale skinny and
very weak were the only things that came to mind when thinking of himself.
Ling Li Ming was third child born into the Qiang Clan. His mother was one to the top martial practitioner in the capital and gain the name Crimson flame for her skills and talent. She had gain the position as one of the royal protectors because of her skills. The royal protectors are in charge of protecting the royal family, enforcing the law and politics with the other clans or sect and are said to be this countries backbone.
He lack talent in martial arts and was deemed useless at birth by his clan. He wasn't even given the clans name Qiang but the name Ming by his mother after birth. As a ancient clan they are able to see there clans men innate talent at birth and his was deemed only a level one and therefor a waste.
There were at least ten levels of talent, so his talent wasn't that different from a average person who wasn't trained. Ling had a innate talent of 2 which if he wanted to peruse the martial path was a fantasy. Ling laminated on his poor talent and fate in the family.
In a noble family that placed high value on such talent and skills this could only mean death or a life of hardships.
His looks were just as bad as his low talent and weak body. With long black hair covering his scared face and skinny body. It a person looked at is naked body most people who be horrified by how is skinny body covered with scar like a war veteran.
His mother was frequently away from home and neglected him letting his sister treat him as they wished. This cruelty didn't stop when she was at home but they would hurt him less.
In this world the weak are but playthings for the strong and as such he had no way to rebel. Ever day he would avoid his cruel sister's who liked to whip him for even looking their way and try not to die. Nobody cared whether he lived or died even the slaves chose to be indifferent towards him.
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As a matter of fact according to his body's memories his second sister favorite
dish got burnt leading to his untimely death. The chief blamed the servant girl who was no more than
8, a year younger than Ling. He had seen the chief with one of the older maids out back forgetting about the food and knew he was laying. Tears ran down the young girls face as she denied it but he was the chief cook and she was a small new maid. Compared to there history and who to trust it was obvious she would believe the chief.
Second sister flew into a rage wanting to whip her 10 times, which was excessive to say the least.
Ling remembered her, just started working three months ago in the manner. When she saw him she would smile and even share her snacks sometimes. This was the only kindness this boy every new and knew that she wouldn't survive the whipping of a grade warrior like his ruthless second sister.
Ling rushed out and defended her which brought his second sister into a even worse mood. After a few moment her anger face turn as she told him that if he didn't want to the servant to be punished he must take it himself and did so without hesitation. This irritated her even more and the amount of 10 were moved to 25 lashes with and excuse of disciplining him as well. Ling knew himself but resolved to take it even if he had to dye to protect the one person who showed him kindness.
Ling's 9 year old body didn't grow well as his food was reduced every year by
his dreadful family. The lashed had seriously injured him but were done
in a manner that would not kill him. He guess they wanted to cover there tracks
with some excuse but it did matter as he. He was carried back to his room by
the little made but lost consciousness along the way.
He could feel the life draining fast but he felt no sorrow or fear only like a weight has been released from his heart. As the last of his energy faded and his soul vanished into the void he promised
himself that in his next life he will not be weak but gain strength and to bend to anyone else.
A burst of golden energy came from his heart as he died breathing life back
into him, along with a flood of memories. Closing his eyes he did not try
to fight and accepted everything.
A battle field with endless blood flashed along with faces smiling as a
man screamed in fury and pain. Images of people flashed in his face then
of there blood, dismembered figures laying on the ground. With every picture that pass
more sorrow filled the man until there was no pain no anger only a blooded
sword as he swung cutting down the laughing figures on by one.
Everything turned dark again and then three things entered his head,
Earthen Body Cultivation, Five Heart Essence, Dragon Soul Cultivation.
After the flash of information entered his head a flash of pain awoke him from his trance. The fragments of the man filled with sorrow were now his. He was Ling Ming but not at the same time. He chose to accept this as a rebirth and decided he would live the way he wanted to.