World Defying Dan God

Chapter 1: Hell Spirit Grass

Translator: Ash

Lightning flashed through the air and dark clouds covered the sky. A heavy rain was about to fall.

Inside Wohu City, Chen Xiang, while looking up the sky, muttered to himself, "I cannot delay any longer, If I don’t find a good spirit herb soon I might never get the opportunity again."

Chen Xiang had just turned sixteen this year, and his build was more robust than others of similar age. Although he had a handsome face and youthful countenance, his eyes have a sense of maturity that was not present in others his age.

Although his grandfather was the Patriarch of the Chen family, because Chen Xiang didn’t have any Spiritual Veins, he had to pick herbs for himself. Not having Spiritual Veins meant he was incapable of practicing martial arts. Since he was a child, he had been diligently training his own body and secretly going out to train, he once even fought a tiger-type beast. Although he was young, due to the amount of life and death experiences Chen Xiang had endured, his mental state was far more fortified than the mental states of his peers.

"Chen Xiang? What are you doing out here? A storm is about to blow in! Are you sure you want to be out in this weather?" An old steward spoke while walking towards him. Seeing the amount of hard work Chen Xiang did every day, the old steward could not help but admire him. However, a sliver of regret could be seen in his eyes.

Chen Xiang had worked very hard and practiced every day for six years. But he was stuck at the 3rd level of the Mortal Martial Realm. Other Chen family members, of a similar age, had already entered into the 4th level of the Mortal Martial Realm, and some had even reached the 5th level.

This was all due to the fact that he didn’t have any Spiritual Veins. As such, the family didn’t attach any importance to him, and he was only treated as an ordinary member of the Chen family.

Although he lacked Spiritual Veins, he had never been discouraged by it and had been diligently training himself. The process of attempting to train allowed him to feel a sense of accomplishment.

"Old Ma, I was just going to pick some herbs." Chen Xiang laughed and ran up to the old steward, who sighed and shook his head. "It’s useless since you do not have any Spiritual Veins, no matter how hard you practice, you still won’t be able to advance!"

Chen Xian had heard such words all throughout his life, but he still insisted that, no matter what, he would not give up.

A middle-aged man walked up to the two of them. "Xiang Er, are you really going to go out in this weather?" Chen Xiang, with a small smile on his face, said, "Dad, the storm is a good opportunity for me to pick herbs as no one will be there to snatch them from me."

The middle-aged man was Chen Xiang’s father, Chen Tianhu, a very famous and formidable cultivator and also one of the most promising candidates to inherit the position of Patriarch of the Chen family. Though his son was somewhat crippled, he had always encouraged Chen Xiang, and, from time to time, provided him with precious pills. Unfortunately, the pills didn’t have any effect on Chen Xiang.

"Here." Chen Tianhu smiled helplessly and threw a small box towards Chen Xiang.

Chen Xiang took the box without even looking at what was inside because he knew that it contained a pill. He smiled and said, "Dad, thank you. Now I don’t need to steal the chickens that Old Ma raised for his health."

That comment made the steward frown. He didn’t know that his chickens had been targeted.

Watching Chen Xiang, as he left, Chen Tianhu could only let out a sigh because although he had a very high status within the Chen Family, the elders in charge of managing the pills were very strict, as pills were precious resources for cultivation, and thus, he could only save a few of them for Chen Xiang. Sadly, their therapeutic effect actually was not that significant, because they were too few in number to affect Chen Xiang.