Nine Heavens Continent, Minglan Kingdom, Xishui City.

Now is the time for spring to be bright, and this small city located on the edge of the whistling forest is full of vitality everywhere.

On a not-so-broad street, a few tender green grass stubbornly emerged from the gap between the bluestone paved on the ground, but was soon ruthlessly trampled by pedestrians passing by.

Only the high vines climbed up the courtyard wall unscrupulously, poked their heads out and looked at the crowd around the gate of the courtyard curiously.

Among these people are men, women, old and young, nobles, merchants in gorgeous clothes, and ordinary civilians. Under normal circumstances, it is unlikely that these people with huge identities will be gathered together.

Regardless of their identity, everyone had similar expressions on their faces. They were looking forward and anxious while waiting, and kept looking into the door, but due to the barriers of the walls inside, they could not see anything.

If it weren't for the two powerful warriors holding weapons at the door, and the word "holy sacred" hung above the main door, these people would probably be unable to help but rush in to see what was going on.

Although Han Mutian was in the temple, his mood was far more anxious than those waiting outside, because the one who was receiving the sacred warrior fighting qi was his thirteen-year-old eldest son.

The Nine Heavens Continent is a world dominated by fighting spirit. Everyone is born with spiritual sources and spiritual power, but only about half of them have the talent to become warriors.

Among these half people, only one of thirty or forty people can successfully open up the twelve Douqi meridian channels, thereby opening up the Star Qi Sea and becoming a real warrior.

Han Mutian's eldest son has abundant innate spiritual power and high talent. He also devoted most of his efforts to this son. In this Dou Qi Chong meridian, which is hosted by the Holy Temple, once a year, for ordinary people, he only has one chance. He spends a lot of money to secretly clear the tide so that his son is successfully arranged on the list of Templar Sogo.

Sogo, who is in his forties, is the chief samurai of the Xishui City branch of the Holy Temple. His strength has reached the level of a fourth-level earth samurai, and is one level higher than the other two third-level high-level martial artists who presided over the Douqi Tongzhi.

Although because the Dou Qi meridians of ordinary people have limited tolerance, the level of the person responsible for the Chong meridian has little impact on the success of the Chong meridian, as long as the warriors above level three can complete it with secret techniques, the probability of success of higher-level warriors is a little higher.

Whether Han Mutian's eldest son Chongmai can succeed is not only related to his future, but also closely related to the future and destiny of the Han Mutian family.

Now it is the critical moment. Sogo, with a solemn face, pressed his right palm on the boy's abdomen, guiding the innate spiritual power in his body to impact the Dou Qi meridians.

The thirteen-year-old boy kneeling on the carpet closed his eyes and his face was filled with pain. Drops of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his whole body was trembling involuntarily.

Seeing his son's painful appearance, Han Mutian's whole heart couldn't help but feel aroused.

"Ah!~"

The boy suddenly screamed, suddenly raised his head and fell backwards, falling on the carpet and completely unconscious!

Sogo slowly withdrew his right palm, then stood up and shook his head at Han Mutian, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

The Chong Mai failed! Han Mutian suddenly fell into an ice cave, which means that his eldest son had no hope of becoming a warrior!

Generally, people with warrior talent are most suitable for the Dou Qi Chong meridian to open up the sea of ​​starry qi when the meridians are stable and formed at the age of twelve or thirteen. If the meridians are completely solidified at the age of one or two, it is extremely difficult to succeed.

However, the Dou Qi Chong meridian has certain damage to the meridians. Although this kind of damage will gradually recover regardless of success or failure, usually people can only endure the Dou Qi Chong meridian once, and if they want to become a warrior again after failure, the possibility of success is extremely low.

But now Han Mutian didn't care about this anymore and rushed to his son. The fate of a family was completely left behind by him.

At this moment, he only cares about his son's condition.

"It doesn't matter. He is just temporarily unconscious and will wake up at night." Sogo, who was beside him, whispered: "There are still some days to pay attention to rest and not let him go out and walk around."

"Your son has a good talent, but it's a pity that he is not strong enough willpower. The warrior's path may not be suitable for him. The Holy Church will give you a formula for the mental method, so that he can quickly repair the damaged meridians by practicing. If he is lucky enough, he may have the chance to succeed by rushing his meridians."

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" Han Mutian picked up his son and said gratefully.

Although he was not a warrior, he knew that Sogo's words were just for comfort. The probability of ordinary people succeeding by themselves was extremely low and the conditions were harsh. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as none of them. Only those genius children from famous families with strong strength had this possibility.

Sogo nodded and waved his hand to signal Han Mutian to go out, and someone else responsible gave him the secret method.

At this moment, an excited cheer suddenly came from the side. It turned out that another young man who was tested at the same time successfully won the Chongmai, and had already opened up the sea of ​​star energy!

This means that the young man has embarked on a bright future, and his father who is also by his side is naturally very happy.

However, while the father was happy, he looked at Han Mutian with gloating eyes, his face full of pride.

Han Mutian's heart couldn't help but sink, because he was very familiar with the other party. Speaking of which, this person was his close brother, named Han Linhai, and their eldest sons were both born in the same year.

However, there was no lingering relationship between the two families in Xishui City. Instead, they fought openly and secretly for more than ten years, but Han Mutian had always steadily gained the upper hand.

Now Han Linhai's son has successfully become a warrior and is qualified to enter the temple to learn advanced martial arts and fighting skills. However, Han Mutian's son failed to do so, and the future situation is hard to say.

If Han Linhai really gained power, with the other party's heart and demeanor, the situation of Han Mutian's family in Xishui City will definitely become very difficult.

Without giving his old rival a chance to continue to be proud, Han Mutian took over the mental formula given by the Templar Warrior and hurriedly left the temple with his son in his arms.

"Master, what's wrong with Master?"

The old butler who was waiting anxiously in the crowd outside the door was shocked when he saw Han Mutian's appearance and asked quickly: "Do you want me to find a pharmacist?"

Many knowledgeable nobles next to them understood what was going on. Several of them suddenly showed mockery on their faces, and some of them seemed a little disappointed.

Han Mutian said in a deep voice with a blue face: "It's okay, you don't need to find a pharmacist, let's talk about it when you go home."

The old butler didn't dare to ask too much, and quickly helped separate the onlookers in front and took Han Mutian back to the carriage parked by the street.
Chapter completed!