The Birth of a Dragon Cultivator
Cultivator Level

Over the next few days, Wang Yibo continued to train, hoping that by doing so he could regain his cultivation level even though the young man knew that all his efforts were in vain.

In the world of cultivators, there were several levels of cultivation, starting from the most basic one which was Martial Qi.

A person who managed to absorb the Qi of nature and store it inside the body then that person would officially become a cultivator. Martial Qi was divided into 12 levels, but not all cultivators managed to reach those levels, because apart from needing resources also depended on the talent of the cultivator himself.

Most cultivators would stop at level six, whereas those who were quite geniuses could reach level nine, and only those who were truly geniuses could reach the pinnacle of such a realm was Martial Qi 12.

When a cultivator had reached Martial Qi six, nine or twelve, they would enter the next level namely Martial Foundation, followed by Martial Core, Martial Soul, and Martial King, respectively, each of these levels is further divided into four small sections namely Early-stage, Mid-stage, Late-stage and Peak-stage.

The thing that distinguished the cultivators who formed the Martial Foundation at levels six, nine and twelve of course lay in the strength gained, as the higher the Martial Qi level achieved, the more, then it will be more solid and strong as well as the foundation of his cultivation.

Cultivators who formed the Martial Foundation at level six would form the Metal Foundation, those who entered level nine would form the Silver Foundation and those who reached level twelve would form the Golden Foundation.

When Wang Yibo was 7 years old, he had managed to reach the 3rd level of the Qi Realm, that was why the young man was considered a genius cultivator born once every thousand years, until finally the bad thing happened to him.

"Rightly pathetic..." Wang Yibo let out a long sigh.

I don't know how many times Wang Yibo sighed, but he obviously did it from time to time thinking about his achievements about five years ago. As his attention was drawn to the ring, the only relic of Wang Yibo's mother before her death, the young man smiled bitterly and remembered all the memories with his mother.

As Wang Yibo was deep in thought, suddenly a very familiar scream was heard. That yelling voice broke Wang Yibo's daydream, "Linlin...."

Wang Yibo became panicked, he immediately ran to the origin of the sound source and found Wang Linlin was being bullied by several clan disciples, one of whom was a young man of his age.

"Wang Baihua! Get your dirty hands out of my sister's body." Wang Yibo stared coldly.

Hearing Wang Yibo's voice made the young man named Wang Baihua let go of Wang Linlin's guard while looking at Wang Yibo with a mocking smile.

Wang Linlin used the opportunity to escape to approach Wang Yibo and hide behind him. "Yibo-gee..."

"No need to worry, Gege will protect you..." Wang Yibo smiled warmly.

"Protect Linlin? Did I not hear wrong?" Wang Baihua laughed out loud, followed by the laughter of his comrades. "You just can't protect yourself how can you protect others."

"Close your mouth Baihua, do I need to remind you that your position only comes from a branch family?"

Wang Baihua's laughter instantly subsided, his gaze becoming even colder, Wang Yibo managed to ignite his emotions for offending something very sensitive.

Wang Baihua walked over by releasing Qi from all over his body, showing his cultivation level to be at Martial Qi level 4, a pretty great achievement for a child his age.

"I challenge you once again to say it and see what the consequences are."

Wang Yibo pulled the sword from its sheath, smoothing it towards Wang Baihua. "You should be aware of your position."

Although Wang Yibo no longer had Qi, but his ability in swordsmanship could not be underestimated, so Wang Yibo could keep up with Wang Baihua. However it did not last long especially when Wang Baihua was pouring Qi on his sword, making not only his speed increase sharply but also his attack power stronger than before.

Wang Yibo bit his lower lip, he realized he could not win from Wang Baihua who was assisted with Qi, so the young man asked Wang Linlin to run away immediately.

Wang Linlin initially refused, but Wang Yibo forced him to make the little girl immediately according to him.

Not long after Wang Linlin's departure, Wang Yibo had reached the limit so several attacks managed to hit him by a landslide.

Instead of stopping, Wang Baihua grew more and more infatuated with his attacks, even he did not care about the words of his comrades who asked him to stop, especially when he saw that Wang Yibo could no longer put up a fight.

Wang Yibo spewed out fresh blood, his gaze becoming mist especially as Wang Baihua's sword pierced his stomach until it pierced through his back. Some of the blood hit Wang Baihua's face which made him realize, just as he let go of his sword with both eyes glaring in disbelief.

"Basic stupid! Why didn't you stop me? I didn't mean to kill him, I just wanted to teach him a little lesson."

"We've asked you to stop but you're not listening to it."

Wang Baihua rubbed his face rudely, feeling frustrated by the situation. "Damn! If anyone sees it, it's our history."

Although Wang Yibo was hard to think of as the scum of the Wang Clan, it did not change the fact that Wang Yibo was the son of the Patriarch of the Wang Clan, whose death would shake the entire clan.

Wang Baihua twisted his brains to solve the problem, he then asked his colleagues to bring Wang Yibo to one of the areas rarely visited by clan members.

Right at the very back of the Wang Clan headquarters, there was an abandoned lake, Wang Baihua and his comrades intended to sink Wang Yibo's body into the lake to leave a trail.

"Brother Baihua, are you sure you will do this? Isn't this gonna be a big deal? What if Miss Linlin tells Patriarch Wang?"

"We can think about it later, which obviously we have to eliminate the evidence first."

They then threw Wang Yibo's body into the middle of the lake without blinking, after which they immediately left the place.

Before Wang Yibo's body actually touched the water of the lake, the blood flowing in his hand hit the ring that was on his ring finger, making the ring emit a silvery light, enveloped Wang Yibo's body which slowly began to sink.

Wang Yibo's consciousness then moved to a very beautiful place, where there was a magnificent pavilion in the place with waterfalls and lakes filled with lotus flowers.

For a while Wang Yibo noticed the place, "It seems like I really am dead..." Wang Yibo chuckled, for some reason he did not feel sad at all or the like.

Wang Yibo thought that maybe it was the best, at least in the last moments he could keep his promise to Wang Linlin, his beloved sister who had always been by his side.

As Wang Yibo was deep in thought, a voice suddenly sounded that surprised him. "Who said you were dead?"