Martial God Conqueror - Chapter 02
Chapter 02: Challenge
The silver lights of dawn washed the sky, shining down on Stone City.
In front of Du Clan’s main entrance, a large crowd had been gathering from early morning. The air buzzed with excitement as nosy neighbors converged from near and far to join in the fun. Today, Du Clan was holding a guards’ tryout, and a long queue of people can be seen at one side of the stage, each one roaring to go.
Even those not participating in the tryout came to watch; after all, this type of lively event is rare for them.
Many Du Clan were present at the main entrance, and apart from them, there were many patrolling guards in the vicinity, thus deterring anyone that was looking for trouble.
"Isn’t that Du Clan’s fool young master? Still like an idiot standing on that barren hill."
"How strange, that stone tablet is not there anymore."
Onlookers crowded outside of Du Clan’s main door; necks stretched as high and low to get a glimpse at the distant barren hill. On that barren hill was a purple robed youth who seemed to be fiddling with something in his hands. Residents within the city all knew, other than the infamous fool young master of the Du Clan, there isn’t a second person that goes to that barren hill.
In these ten years’ time, the nickname fool and Young Master Du Shaofu goes hand-in-hand, it been well-known for many years and was a staple topic for gossip among Stone City folks.
As for Du Shaofu − a young master of the Du Clan in Stone City was counted as having a privileged background. Unfortunately, when he was tested for martial pulse at six it was determined that he wasn’t suitable for cultivation due to his broken veins.
In this world, affluence and respect are directly related to strength; the despair of not being able to cultivate martial arts cannot be imagined. However, with Du Clan’s prestige in Stone City, though Du Shaofu was unable to practice martial arts, living a normal life is not an issue.
But what made matters worse was, after the test result were made known, Young Master Du’s mentality became unstable, and somehow ended up in front of the stone tablet on the barren hill in the midst of a violent storm. Out of a sudden, lightning strike the stone tablet and the poor young master who was right in front suffered an unexpected misfortune, the lightning struck Du Shaofu instead of the stone table, causing him to fall into a coma for three days and three nights.
Since then, the young master was often seen standing on the barren hill before that stone tablet. In the beginning, it was only for a few hours, and as time passed, the duration gradually began getting longer and longer. Sometimes, a crazed look etched in Du Shaofu eyes, acting weird, and sometimes even made manic gestures.
The healers Du Clan hired to heal Du Shaofu had no effect whatsoever, towards the end they can only give up.
In the span of ten years, the words ‘fool young master’ spread from the Du Clan’s compound to the entire Stone City. Thereby, everyone knows amongst the Du juniors there was a fool young master.
"If all Du Clan’s juniors are like him, then today will be so much easier."
An unshaven man with slightly dark skin looked at the distant figure on the barren hill and uttered to himself lightly.
"Du Clan juniors’ are out."
"It is said this time among the juniors, Du Yu and Du Xue are quite strong, has fifth-grade martial pulse talent, fourteen years old Houtian sixth layer. Probably enter Xiantian by seventeen or eighteen years old! A seventeen or eighteen-year-old Xiantian, that's almost one in a million."
Several young girls and boys stepped out from Du Clan compound and stood neatly in a horizontal line the stage. Though age-wise, these juniors were on the smaller side, but the atmosphere coming from them almost instantly ceased the crowd to silence, one by one the crowd’s attention fell on these juniors.
Du Qi took the stage and announced: "Guards tryout begins now, undefeated within three moves are eligible to be Du Clan’s guard.”
A bell rang out, one after another strong man leaped onto the stage and started sparring with those young girls and boys.
At the same time, various sounds of metals clashing, palm and fist colliding, coupled with occasional shouts and cheers, the liveliness could be heard miles away.
With all attention being directed towards the stage, no one paid any notice to the youth on the barren hill.
"Why did the stone tablet crumbled, after the first style there has a second style ah.”
On the hill, Du Shaofu delved into a pile of powdered rubble, raising a large screen of dust in the air, dirtied his originally clean purple robe. His dusty face only managed to emphasize his pearly white teeth even brighter.
"Well, it seems the second style is really not here."
Du Shao Fu patted his body to clear away the dust and sands. On his resolute face was a pair of bright eyes with a hint of a sparkle deep within; nothing on his face that showed he’s the infamous fool the entire city gossips about.
Congealing a handprint within his palm, a stream of yellowish qi rushed out, his purple robe aflutter, and the surrounding fluctuated as if it was about to shatter. The qi flowed inexplicably added an overbearing atmosphere to Du Shaofu, “The first style is successful; my current martial pulse should be comparable to others second-grade pulse.”
The whole thing was unbelievable even to Du Shaofu. It was like the first style on the (now crumbled) stone tablet was created especially for people like him – people with broken veins; those who could comprehend and cultivate it could restore broken veins, allowing a waste martial pulse to be able to practice martial arts.
The dense cracks and grooves on the stone tablet were somehow related to a human’s martial pulse, and Du Shaofu born in an old heritage martial family could gauge the strength in his body, and he estimated it was close to a general second-grade pulse. However, Du Shaofu also noticed that there is something special about his martial pulse, although it was similar to the general second-grade martial pulse, there was something different as well.
Successfully cultivated the first style enabled broken martial veins to be restored; in the future, if he could locate the second style stone tablet, and the third one what degree can his martial pulse achieved. Du Shaofu looked forward to this day with anticipation.
"At least, I’m able to practice now, but firstly I must find a way to erase the fool nickname.”
Du Shaofu retrieved his handprint, and xuanqi dissipated within his palm as a sharp glint flashed across his eyes. He was well-known throughout the city as a fool, and after so many years everyone took it to be the truth, believing he was a real idiot.
Du Shaofu did not mind being called a fool all these years, even welcomed it for it allowed him to comprehend the stone tablet without any disturbance conveniently.
But now since he reached minor completion practicing the ancient stone tablet first style, a fool cultivating will not receive the family’s resource support, and at the moment what he needed most is resources. Not to mention being treated as fool daily for the past ten years wasn’t really that pleasant. Things that were taken away from him these ten years, Du Shaofu would start getting it back.
On the stage in front of Du Clan main entrance, a dozen of Du Clan’s thirteen to fourteen years old girls and boys either with bare fist or a sword in hand sparring against challengers older than them.
Although these Du Clan juniors were young but handled those men with ease, with just one move or two strokes these challengers were defeated rendering the onlookers secretly astonished and felt even more respect towards Du Clan.
"Isn’t it just enduring three moves, fight ah!"
"This time we must be selected as Du Clan’s guard, fight ah!"
Looking at the strength of these young girls and boys, the stage fight got even more fervent; if they could enter Du Clan and managed to learn a martial skill or two, they would become stronger!
Unfortunately, from the many men who rushed up in excitement only a scarce few managed to remain undefeated after three moves on the stage, and in less than an hour, a total of two to three hundred people who had eagerly rushed up to the stage were subsequently being thrown back down the stage one by one. However, it was obvious by the Du Clan’s juniors heavy breathing the juniors was at their limit.
Finally, there were twenty people that barely managed to withstand three moves, most of them were injured one way or another, nevertheless, they were excited to have stayed on stage.
No one noticed Du Shaofu came down from the barren hill as everyone’s focus was on the stage.
Du Shaofu squeezed through the crowd to watch the stage fights, looking at those so-called cousins’ movements, sometimes scowling, sometimes pondering; his hands moved under the long-sleeves discreetly.
"Why are there so many flaws with Du Clan’s martial arts, maybe it is me that overthinking."
Muttering lightly to himself; Du Shaofu got increasingly confused as he stood in the crowd, he has seen family member practiced the clan’s martial skills before; however, at that time he didn’t understand anything. After he comprehended the stone tablet and re-analyzed Du Clan’s martial skills, he finally understood some of the theory.
And now, looking at these Du Clan martial skills displayed, Du Shaofu saw too many weaknesses and flaws.
"Stop! Twenty places are filled, the tryout ends here.”
When the last person was selected, at the expenses of spitting a mouthful of blood to withstand the third move, Du Qi who was at the corner of the stage went up to the man and said, "Congratulations, you have successfully passed the tryout and are selected to serve the Du Clan as a guard. Those who are selected and have injuries will receive free treatment from the Du Clan medicine courtyard.”
"Thank you, Deputy Commander."
Twenty strong men nodded happily, as Du Clan’s guard, the treatment benefits are truly better.
"Ai, quota’s already filled, today’s a trip in vain."
"Du Clan’s junior are really strong even though they are still so young!"
When Du Qi announced the results, many of those who were still waiting beside the stage had their stomachs churning in regret. If they had known, they would have come earlier to wait in line. The crowd began to disperse as the buzz of excitement starting to wane.
Everyone including the Du Clan juniors was about to leave, today for them was just a preliminary test; the level is lower than the strict requirements within the clan.
At this time, in the midst of the twenty men that were successfully selected as new guards, an unshaven man with tanned skin jumped out and took a step forward, lightly saluted, then looked at Du Qi; gathering his courage and asked, "Deputy Commander is it true that as long someone can defeat or ties with a direct descendant of Du Clan junior he can be Captain Guard?"
Energy from cultivation.