Zhaojiazhuang, the owner's mansion.

In a spacious hall, Zhao Yiming knelt on the ground, looking at the old man with an angry face in front of him, he felt very nervous and uneasy.

This is his grandfather, Zhao Xiong, the owner of Zhaojiazhuang.

Next to Zhao Xiong were two middle-aged men and a one-armed young man, namely Zhao Yiming's eldest uncle Zhao Xiangde and second uncle Zhao Xiangrong, as well as his cousin Zhao Feiyu.

"Yiming, you are already sixteen years old, not a child anymore, why are you still so ignorant? Are you qualified to enter the Dalong Mountains?"

My uncle Zhao Xiangde scolded him with a stern face.

Zhao Yiming has always been afraid of this serious uncle who has been in the past year, so he lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"In my opinion, this kid will go to the house and remove the tiles without fighting for three days. Just leave it to me to beat me up." His second uncle Zhao Xiangrong had a hot temper. He glared at Zhao Yiming, rolled up his sleeves and was about to come over.

Zhao Yiming was shocked, but fortunately his cousin Zhao Feiyu helped him stop his second uncle.

"Uncle Second, Yiming already knows that he is wrong, so let him go this time." Zhao Feiyu said hurriedly.

Grandpa Zhao Xiong, who was sitting directly above, looked at Zhao Yiming majesticly and scolded: "Sir, why are you secretly running into the mountain? Isn't the lesson last time enough?"

"I..." Zhao Yiming hesitated and hesitated.

The second uncle Zhao Xiangrong next to him could not help it anymore. He pushed his cousin away, grabbed Zhao Yiming's collar and lifted it up. He raised his other hand high and acted to beat him.

Zhao Yiming was so scared that he quickly said loudly: "I...I just want to go in and find the spiritual medicine... My mother said that the spiritual medicine can help my cousin regenerate with broken arms."

He lowered his head, and the voice became less and less when he said something behind him.

In the hall, it suddenly became quiet.

The second uncle Zhao Xiangrong's palm stopped in the air and did not fall, but the anger on his face disappeared.

Zhao Feiyu next to him looked moved.

My uncle Zhao Xiangde's face is no longer so strict.

A hint of relief flashed in grandfather Zhao Xiong's eyes, but then he looked stern and scolded: "Silly, do you think you can get rid of your arms by finding the elixir?"

Zhao Yiming was stunned for a moment and couldn't help blurting out: "Is the elixir not possible? Then what can I do to help my cousin regenerate with broken arms?"

Zhao Feiyu broke his arm to save him. This is his heart knot. If he cannot help his cousin recover his broken arm, he will feel guilty and uneasy for the rest of his life.

"Swish, you kid are not qualified to get the elixir, so don't mention anything else. Just go home and take a shower and go to bed." The second uncle Zhao Xiangrong put down Zhao Yiming and said with a sneer.

Grandpa Zhao Xiong also waved his hand and looked at Zhao Yiming with a calm face: "This time you have a reason. If you dare to sneak into the mountain next time, I will break your leg."

Zhao Feiyu felt warm in his heart. He walked over and rubbed Zhao Yiming's hair: "Idiot, I said I don't blame you. Moreover, I broke through the bottleneck because of that crisis and reached the seventh level of the martial arts realm. It was a blessing in disguise. Don't worry about me."

"cousin……"

Zhao Yiming's eyes were red and he felt very uncomfortable. He knew that Zhao Feiyu said this to make him not feel guilty. After all, who would want to lose an arm?

And it's the left arm! (→＿→)?

"Grandpa, just tell me, how can I get my cousin's broken arm to regenerate?"

Zhao Yiming looked at his grandfather Zhao Xiong with a look of praying.

"You kid... it's endless, right?" Zhao Feiyu rubbed Zhao Yiming's hair and cursed with a smile.

However, Zhao Yiming looked at his grandfather Zhao Xiong with a stubborn and firm look.

Zhao Xiong looked at Zhao Yiming and said in a deep voice: "A treasure medicine that is stronger than spiritual medicine can make people reborn with broken arms. Our Zhaojiazhuang is a small place. I only know that one kind of treasure medicine can make people reborn with broken arms, that is the Tianshan Snow Lotus."

"Tianshan Snow Lotus!"

Zhao Yiming's eyes lit up immediately.

"Father!" Zhao Xiangde and Zhao Xiangrong next to them both looked at Zhao Xiong with surprise.

Zhao Xiong waved his hand, and he stared at Zhao Yiming with sharp eyes and snorted coldly: "Do you know where the snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountain was?"

Zhao Yiming smiled smartly and said, "Of course it's in Tianshan."

"Do you know how high the Tianshan Mountain is? It is as high as 30,000 meters and has snow all year round. The temperature on the top of the mountain is much lower than the cold pond in the Dalong Mountains. With your cultivation level, let alone you cannot go up, even if you go up, you will be frozen to death."

Zhao Xiong sneered.

Zhao Yiming knew that his grandfather was deliberately trying to scare him, but he would not give up, so he asked, "Grandpa, just say it, what kind of cultivation do I have to go to Tianshan to find Tianshan Snow Lotus."

Zhao Xiong suddenly looked serious, and he said in a deep voice: "We are all warriors in the martial arts realm, but do you know? The martial arts realm is just the first realm of a warrior, and he is the weakest warrior."

"Above the Martial Realm, there is also the Yuanqi Realm. Martialists in the Yuanqi Realm can condense the Yuanqi of Heaven and Earth. The Yuanqi of Heaven and Earth is invincible and can open mountains and crack stones."

"There is also a Shenzang Realm above the Yuanqi Realm. The warriors who reach the Shenzang Realm are even more powerful. They can fly against objects and kill enemies thousands of miles away."

...

Listening to his grandfather’s narration, Zhao Yiming only felt his vision wide open. He had never thought that there were so many realms in the martial arts realm before.

Because in their Zhaojiazhuang, even the owner of the manor Zhao Xiong is only the ninth level of the martial arts realm.

In his mind, grandfather has always been the strongest.

But today he realized that he had always been a frog in the well.

"Yiming, if you want to go to Tianshan Mountain to find Tianshan Snow Lotus, you must at least become a warrior in the Shenzang Realm." Zhao Xiong said slowly at the silent Zhao Yiming.

"Grandpa, I understand." Zhao Yiming left the hall dejectedly.

The realm of divine hiding?

Haha, there is not even a warrior from the Yuanqi realm in the village near the Dalong Mountains.

I'm afraid there will be such a strong man in Blackstone City fifty kilometers away.

From this we can see how difficult it is to reach the realm of divine sect.

"Yiming, wait for me."

Seeing that Zhao Yiming was not in high spirits, Zhao Feiyu hurriedly followed him and comforted Zhao Yiming along the way.

Zhao Xiangde looked at Zhao Yiming's back as he left, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Father, you have knocked him down this time."

Zhao Xiangrong next to him snorted: "This is better, so he can save himself from running out to do some irrational things."

Zhao Xiong said in a deep voice: "We are all experienced people, who is not young and energetic? It's better to let him suffer a blow. If he can figure it out, he will work hard to practice. If he can't figure it out, he will at least stay in the village honestly, saving us more trouble."

Zhao Xiangde and Zhao Xiangrong nodded, obviously both understood Zhao Xiong's good intentions.

...

On the bluestone road in Zhaojiazhuang, Zhao Yiming was dejected and looked listless.

Zhao Feiyu frowned. Zhao Yiming's situation made him a little worried. He was worried that Zhao Yiming would be in a slump.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Feiyu suddenly shouted: "Zhao Yiming, do you still want to help me recover my broken arm?"

"Cousin?" Zhao Yiming looked up at Zhao Feiyu in confusion.

Zhao Feiyu snorted coldly: "Look at your current embarrassing appearance. In your state, how could you reach the Divine Treasure Realm?"

"Cousin, I..." Zhao Yiming was interrupted by Zhao Feiyu before he finished speaking. He shouted: "I don't want to listen to you talking nonsense. You can practice for me now, immediately! Immediately!"

"This... OK, I'll go right away." Zhao Yiming smiled bitterly in his heart.

He knew that his cousin was deliberately provoking him and did not want him to continue to be decadent.

...

After parting with his cousin, Zhao Yiming hurried to the martial arts training ground in Zhaojiazhuang.

Facing the statue of the Water God in the middle of the martial arts training ground, Zhao Yiming sat cross-legged.

His visualization has now reached the initial level, so he must face the statue of the Water God before he can enter the visualization state.

"Water God, please, I must bless my cultivation to improve faster and reach the Divine Treasure Realm as soon as possible."

Zhao Yiming sat cross-legged in front of the statue of the Water God, prayed secretly in his heart, and then he entered the visual state.

"boom!"

A lifelike statue of the water god was gradually constructed in his mind.

Zhao Yiming suddenly felt that the vital energy of heaven and earth around him began to slowly gather, nourishing his body.

However, at this moment—

Zhao Yiming suddenly found that the statue of the Water God he had visualized had cracks, as if he was about to collapse.

"How is this possible?"

Zhao Yiming was shocked. He had been visualizing since he was ten years old and had never made any mistakes.

"boom……"

Zhao Yiming suddenly felt a trembling in his mind, and a red and blue crown slowly rose from the broken statue of the Water God, releasing a blazing light.

At the same time, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth seemed like a flood that broke the dike, gathering towards Zhao Yiming's position, nourishing his body.
Chapter completed!