The Moon sect was located in the southern part of the Green Phoenix Land. It was a cultivation sect that had been passed down for a thousand years.

At present, there were more than a thousand disciples in the sect, and they were very powerful. They were the number one sect within a hundred-mile radius.

500 years ago, as the number of disciples increased, the ninth generation sect master of the Moon Sect divided the disciples into four levels according to their talent and cultivation.

Heaven, Earth, Dark, and Yellow!

The Divine Sect was the strongest, while the Yellow Sect was the weakest!

These four words were a symbol of identity and strength. The disciples of the Divine Sect were even more sought after by everyone.

Chen Ran was a disciple of the Moon Shattering Sect. However, he was only a disciple of the Yellow Sect. His Spiritual Meridian was at the lowest level of Level Nine, and his cultivation was at the lowest level of the first level. He was as ordinary as ordinary mud.

"There is a rule in the sect. From the moment the Spiritual Meridian is opened, if you can't break through to the second level of the Spiritual Meridian within a year, you will be demoted as a servant and will no longer be able to enjoy the treatment of a disciple of the Yellow Sect!"

Near dusk, in an empty martial arts field, Chen Ran was sweating like rain. His body moved with his fists, and he was full of momentum.

This was the Spirit Locking Fist. Not only could it strengthen one's physical body, it could also condense the spirit energy within one's body. It was one of the three basic spirit techniques of the Moon Shattering Sect.

"In another month, it will be the time for me to open my pulse for a year. If I can't break through to the second level of the pulse, I will become a servant."

Thinking of this, Chen Ran's delicate face showed a sense of unwillingness, and his punching skill became a little fierce.

"No, absolutely not. I, Chen Ran, absolutely can't be a servant!"

Although Chen Ran's cultivation talent was not good, he was not willing to be a weakling in his life. He had a desire to become stronger and become a strong man that was respected and worshipped by others.

"Chen Ran, in another month, you will become a servant. At that time, I will apply to the elders for you to be my slave." Suddenly, a proud voice sounded in Chen Ran's ear.

Chen Ran stopped, turned around, and looked behind her. Her eyes became cold.

Over there, a handsome young man slowly walked toward him with a playful look on his face. Although he was wearing a large and dim gray robe of the Yellow Sect disciples, it could not hide his extraordinary temperament. There was a faint noble air about him.

"Xu Shaofan, if you want me to be your slave, you can forget about it in your next life." Looking at the young man, Chen Ran said coldly.

"Really? At that time, you can't be a good-for-nothing." Xu Shaofan sneered, walked up to Chen Ran, and looked at him with contempt.

Now, he was already at the fifth level of the meridians, while he was at the same time as Chen Ran.

In a year's time, he couldn't even reach the second level of the meridians. He was an absolute piece of trash in the sect.

A year ago, he had a conflict with Chen Ran.

On that day, Xu Shaofan was severely beaten by Chen Ran. The pain and shame were still fresh in his memory.

"Get lost. Don't hinder my cultivation." Chen Ran frowned and shouted in a low voice. He was not afraid of Xu Shaofan, whose cultivation was higher than his.

Opening the meridians was the beginning of cultivation. The Spiritual Qi that a human body could absorb in this realm was very limited. The gap between the nine levels of the meridians would not be too big.

Although there was a difference of four levels between Chen Ran and Xu Shaofan, the gap was not big. If they fought, it mainly depended on the strength of their bodies and their mastery of spiritual skills.

"Humph, just do your best to be arrogant. In another month, when you become my slave, I will make you wish you were dead." With a gloomy face, Xu Shaofan waved his sleeves and left.

In the past, he had fought with Chen Ran several times. However, due to Chen Ran's reckless character, the result was that both sides suffered. This made him understand that in a short period of time, it was very difficult for him to gain any advantage over Chen Ran.

At this moment, he would not be so stupid as to fight with Chen Ran again.

As long as they waited for another month, Chen Ran would naturally let him do whatever he wanted. Even if they killed him, no one would say a word.

In the Moon sect, no one would care about the survival of the weak.

With this in mind, Xu Shaofan's eyes were full of expectation. Then, he thought of the girl who caused a conflict between them a year ago.

"Shusi, you will also belong to me, Xu Shaofan. At that time, I will get you in front of Chen Ran." Xu Shaofan smiled a little abnormally, and he couldn't wait in his heart.

Chen Ran looked at the back of Xu Shaofan, who was gradually disappearing in the martial arts field. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and remained silent.

His heart was full of unwillingness, but he was also very clear that his aptitude might not be suitable for cultivation. He would not be able to break through to the second level of the pulse in nearly a year. And it was really whimsical to break through in the next month.

"If I can't break through in a month, I would rather die!" Chen Ran's eyes were determined.

After standing for a long time, he looked at the gradually darkening sky and left the empty training field.

He had been in the training field for a whole day, and constantly cultivating had exhausted him. If he continued to practice, it would hurt his body.

In the way of cultivation, the most taboo was to take advantage of personal gains. His cultivation was slow to begin with, so he couldn't be blind in this matter. He couldn't lose the big for a small reason.

He walked out of the Martial arts field and went to a row of continuous black stone houses. One of them was his residence.

In the Moon sect, the number of disciples of the Yellow Sect occupied more than half of the disciples. However, their residences occupied less than a tenth of the entire sect and were exceptionally crowded.

Although the Moon sect occupied an extremely large area and occupied an entire mountain range, most of it was occupied by powerful disciples and elders.

Because of this, the weak disciples could only squeeze together. Behind this row of black stone houses, there were several rows of stone houses as long as them.

From a distance, Chen Ran saw a skinny figure standing in front of his room. He was holding an exquisite bamboo basket in his hand as he stood on tiptoe and looked in his direction.

This was a young lady, a beautiful but extremely weak young lady. It was as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

Joy surfaced in her timid eyes when she saw Chen Ran. She put down the bamboo basket and waved hard at Chen Ran.

"Senior Brother, I've put the food here. You must remember to eat it." She shouted, her voice as clear as the chirping of a oriole.

Then, as if she was not going to stay here for too long, she ran to the side, and her thin body quickly disappeared from Chen Ran's sight.

It was not that the girl did not want to have contact with Chen Ran, but she knew that Chen Ran was not willing to pay attention to her and was very impatient with her. However, she did not care. Instead, her heart was filled with satisfaction.

Because for her, if Chen Ran did not chase her away, she would be very happy to see Chen Ran.

Chen Ran walked to the front of the stone house and looked at the bamboo basket with a complicated look in his eyes.

This girl was none other than Shusi, whom Xu Shaofan wanted to invade a year ago, but was saved by him. Since then, Shusi had delivered food to him every day.

"Shusi, I'm not worth it for you to do this." Chen Ran said in a low voice. She walked into the house and did not touch the bamboo basket.

He liked the kind and pure Sichuan, but even if he liked it, he would never have a good relationship with her. Because he knew very well that his future was full of unpredictable possibilities. He did not want to get Sichuan into trouble, just like how he looked at him from a distance. It was good to look at her from a distance.

Chen Ran's room was simple but also scary. On the left was a simple wooden bed, and on the right was a tomb made of gravel, in front of which stood a tombstone.

The tombstone was white, and there was no word written on it. There was only a piece of blood-stained white cloth on it.

As soon as Chen Ran entered the room, she picked up the sandalwood and lit it. After which, she knelt down and bowed three times to the tomb.

"Father," Chen Ran muttered. His eyes were unyielding and filled with sadness.

There were three ancient clans in the Moon sect. One of them was surnamed Chen, and Chen Ran was the descendant of this clan.

Originally, Chen Ran had a noble identity.

His grandfather, Chen Tao, was the sect master of the Moon Sect. He was in charge of a region and held a high position and great power.

His father, Chen Kunpeng, had a stunning talent and possessed a third-grade Spiritual Meridian. His cultivation was superior to all the disciples of the Moon Sect. He was the No. 1 among the younger generation of the sect.

In the Moon sect, he had been doted on by tens of thousands of people. Even if his potential for cultivation was very poor, no one dared to show even the slightest bit of contempt for him.

However, nine years ago, all of this had been shattered into pieces.

"Wangchuan Palace! Li Huangquan!" Chen Ran spat out these words coldly, with deep hatred in his eyes.

The Wangchuan Palace was one of the oldest sects in the Green Phoenix Land. Its strength was many times greater than that of the Moon Shattering Sect. It could destroy the sect with ease.

Li Huangquan, the Young Hall Master of the Wangchuan Palace, the favored son of heaven, was peerlessly beautiful. He was an existence that most people in the Green Phoenix Land needed to look up to.

That year, the Palace Master of the Wangchuan Palace had a thousand-year-old birthday. His family went to congratulate him with lavish gifts.

However, he was the only one who had returned.

On that day, on the Bridge of Despair leading to the Wangchuan Palace, Li Huangquan saw his mother and coveted her beauty. He even flirted with her unscrupulously and even wanted to take her away.

Chen Kun Peng was naturally furious, but he was humiliated to the extreme by Li Huangming in front of countless people. In the end, he used his long spear to nail him to death on the Bridge of Despair.

His mother was heartbroken and committed suicide on the spot.

Chen Tao, on the other hand, got into a fight, but he was seriously injured by the masters of the Wangchuan Palace. He even escaped from the Wangchuan Palace and was chased all the way.

In the end, Chen Tao escaped into one of the most dangerous forbidden areas of the Green Phoenix Land, the Immortal-killing Tomb. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.

At that time, Chen Ran, who was only five years old, witnessed everything. He was also kicked down the Bridge of Despair by a cultivator from the Wangchuan Palace.

Perhaps his life should not be ended. That kick did not kick Chen Ran to death. He floated down along the Forgetting River and was saved by an old fisherman.

A year ago, the old fisherman had passed away, and he had joined the Moon Shattering Sect.

No one knew that Chen Ran was still alive, and no one would believe that the poor child could survive.

Everyone thought that Chen Ran had been buried in the Forgetting River.

"In this life, I, Chen Ran, will only live for revenge!" Chen Ran, who had not died from a great disaster, had made a solemn vow. It was unforgettable.

"Father, if you have a spirit, please bless me," Chen Ran muttered softly. She leaned against the tombstone and sat down, dejected.

Although he had returned to the Moon Sect, he didn't dare to let anyone know who he was. Although he doubted whether Wangchuan Palace still cared about a nonentity like him, he did not dare to gamble, nor could he gamble.

He didn't dare to enter the clan, fearing that his appearance would bring disaster to the clan, and he didn't even dare to meet his relatives, fearing that he wouldn't be able to control the longing in his heart, that they would notice him.

He didn't even dare to carve his father's name on the tombstone. He was afraid of being seen by others, which would make him doubt his identity.

Moreover, his father's body was not buried in this grave. It was just a Cenotaph.

So far, his father's body had been nailed to the Bridge of Despair. His father's body had been trampled on day after day, and his soul had been suppressed. He could not be reborn!