LEGEND OF THE ETERNAL FLAME WARRIOR
Episode 2's. The Ling Clan's trash
12 Years later
Little Ling Yan the son of an elder of the Ling Clan was now 12 years old. Usually children his age now have started to cultivate and have the strength of novice swordsmen depending on their respective talents.
From ordinary talent, for example, now it has the ability of a 5-star or 6-star novice swordsman, while for a genius child will have the ability above it.
But another case with Ling Yan, at his current age he is still unable to break through the third level, even though he has been at that level for a long time.
There were various ways done by Ling Yan to break through his level, both by using deep power gathering techniques even with the help of resources though.
But still he was unable to rise to the next level. What made Ling Yan astonished was that any inner strength he gathered to try to break through his tiers, he felt like the inner power was disappearing without a trace of where it went.
The swordsman stage :
Novice warrior
Swordsman
Bronze fighter
Silverworker
Goldsmith
Diamond fighter
Soul warriors
Swordsman
Senior swordsman
Sacred Swordsman
Each level has 9 stages.
Behind the residence of the Ling Clan was a hill that was usually a favorite place for Ling Yan to let go of the burden of his mind.
In a large tree high on a hill, a 12-year-old boy was lying on a branch of a tree biting the apple he had just picked.
After eating the apple in his hand he breathed his long breath. That child was Ling Yan, the son of the Ling Clan elder named Ling San.
"Haih I am indeed unreliable, I am already 12 years old but still cannot break through the cultivation of a 3-star novice swordsman." Her speech was lethargic.
"Actually what happened to me, whereas when I was 8 years old I was the first child of the Ling Clan to break through the cultivation of a 3-star novice swordsman." Her speech.
"But at the moment when I wanted to break through to the next level, why did the entire profound energy I gathered suddenly just disappear." Her thought.
After a long time of thinking about what made his profound strength disappear, Ling Yan began to get frustrated and started shouting out loud.
"Aaaa!!!!!!!" Ling Yan shouted out loud as he let out the entire burden in his mind.
Because of his unfolding abilities, the current Ling Yan was often referred to as the trash of the Ling Clan.
Various insults and insults continued to be felt from time to time, even his childhood friend who had a good relationship with him slowly moved away from him.
Only his parents continue to encourage and support him so as not to give up and keep trying.
"Yahoo!! why does this have to happen to me! god is not fair." He shouted while grumbling facing the blue sky.
However, unable to maintain his balance properly, Ling Yan slipped from the tree branch and ended up falling down with a sitting position.
"Oh, God was so unfair to me, even I was made to fall from a tree." Said Ling Yan who grumbled while holding his aching butt.
"Hoho, isn't this the son of the first elder, the scum of the Ling Clan." Said Ling Feng in a mocking tone.
All the children who were with Ling Feng laughed together laughing at Ling Yan. Meanwhile Ling Yan who was laughed at by them just kept silent and showed his head while walking away leaving them.
Seeing his words being ignored by Ling Yan, Ling Feng then confronted him.
"Hey family scum, how dare you not greet me a genius of this Ling family, quickly kneel before me." He said with a proud tone.
Ling Feng was the son of the second elder of the Ling Clan named Ling Yuan and was the no 1 genius child in the Ling Clan.
With the help of resources from his family, Ling Feng managed to break through to the level of a 7-star novice swordsman at the age of 12.
But he had a proud and reckless attitude, and Ling Yan was one of the children who was always bullied by him and his friends.
Suddenly a man Ling Feng said something.
"Young master Feng, don't disturb brother Yan," he said as if defending Ling Yan.
"So she'll cry and come home and complain to Hahahaha's mother." After saying that they all laughed out loud.
Hearing those words Ling Yan was furious in his heart, but whatever the power, he did not have the strength to resist them.
With all his might Ling Yan held back the turbulent fury in his heart, it was seen he clasped tightly onto his own fist until his nerve vein appeared.
After his anger subsided a little Ling Yan again raised his head and said.
"Sorry young master Feng, I don't have any business with you." He said and walked back to his residence.
Feeling ignored by Ling Yan, Ling Feng was now ignited by emotion and anger that was very passionate.
"If you weren't the son of the first elder, you would have died in my hands, you see, if you meet at the Klan maturity ceremony later I'll beat you up until you kneel for mercy to me." His grunt.
After saying that Ling Feng and his men also passed away from that place.
The Ling Clan maturity ceremony was a competition to test the abilities of the younger generation aiming to see the martial talents that would be selected to participate in the maturity competition between the three Clans in Lotus city.
Arriving at home, Ling Yan found his mother cooking her favorite food in the kitchen and his father sitting in the living room.
Ling Yan's father, who noticed the return of his only son, called him in and told him to sit next to him.
"Yan'er you've come home as it turns out, come here, there's something I want to talk to you about." Ling San.
Ling Yan who was summoned by his father immediately walked over and sat down beside him.
"Ling Yan I want to pass on a high-level move to you." Ling San.
"Dad, I haven't even been able to break through to the 4-star beginner swordsman stage yet, why would you want to pass on a move to me now." Ling Yan asked his father with a bitter smile engraved on his face.
"Yan'er, at least you can learn this technique first, I'm sure and believe, you can definitely break through that level soon." Ling San said convincingly.
"Why is dad so sure of me." Ling Yan asked with a quivering tone of speech while lowering his head.
"Because you're a father's son, and I believe in you." Ling San assured his father.
Hearing the words of his father Ling Yan directly hugged his father tightly as if unwilling to let go, he was very happy with all that, even though the people in his clan only considered him a piece of trash, he said, but his parents never treated him like that.
Ling San then gave Ling Yan a high-level skill called the Thousand Blows of Wind.
"Dad, isn't this a technique that uses the wind element, how can I learn this technique, I only have the fire element." Ling Yan asked as he put on a confused face staring fixedly at his father's face who was currently smiling at him.