Jiuzhou Empire, Xuanwu County, Zhenhai City, the Ye family is busy.
The emperor issued an edict to each of the descendants of the five marquisates of Xuanwu County.
As this matter concerned the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of the Ye family, the Marquis of Zhenhai, the head of the family immediately mobilized all the manpower and material resources of the family to arrange all matters related to welcoming the official who delivered the imperial edict.
The head of the Ye family burst into tears: "Heaven has eyes, the emperor is so gracious, after a hundred years, the emperor finally remembered us."
The messenger disappeared, and the head of the Ye family returned to the mansion and read the imperial edict carefully:
By the will of Heaven, the Emperor proclaims: "Marquis Zhenhai made great contributions to our country and family, and I will never forget them. Two years later, the Ye family entered the top three in the military competition. I will restore your title of Marquis Zhenhai to you, and pass it down for seven generations. I decree this!"
With trembling hands, the head of the Ye family placed the imperial edict in front of the ancestral tablet, knelt down respectfully in front of the ancestral tablet, and said solemnly: "Ancestors of the Ye family, please bless our Ye family to revive the family and restore the glory of the past. No matter what the cost, the descendants of the Ye family will spare no effort."
"Hmm." Ye Xiangyang groaned and slowly opened his eyes. His big eyes, with a grain of black mercury in the white mercury, were cold.
The corners of his mouth were filled with a resolute expression, and it could be seen that this man had a stubborn and resolute character: "Ye Xiangxiao, if I don't avenge this, I, Ye Xiangyang, will not be a human being!"
He uttered this sentence slowly, word by word, and swore to the heaven with a loud voice.
The grey linen jacket he was wearing was torn in many places, and the purple bruises on his body were shocking. The injuries on his body were caused by Ye Xiangxiao and others on his way home from the Ye Family compound an hour ago after Ye Xiangyang had tested his martial arts talent.
Yesterday morning, the imperial edict came, and Ye Yongqing, the head of the Ye family, immediately ordered a family test to be conducted one year in advance. Children between ten and fifteen years old can participate and take the test of martial arts talent.
Martial arts talent is the standard to test how far a person can go on the path of martial arts.
A first-grade martial arts talent can make one a mystic warrior; a second-grade martial arts talent can make one a mystic master; a third-grade martial arts talent can make one a mystic general...
People with a talent for martial arts can cultivate mysterious power and practice martial arts; people without a talent for martial arts can at best be just a relatively powerful soldier.
Based on this, people with martial arts talent have a much higher status than those without martial arts talent.
It is a common problem for every parent to want their sons to become successful and their daughters to become outstanding.
Who among the outsiders of the Ye family didn't want to take the opportunity to push their children up? They heard the news and moved without delay, bringing their children and coming to the Ye family compound.
The Ye family is the largest family in Zhenhai City. Their ancestors were named Marquis Zhenhai, so the city is called Zhenhai City. One fifth of the people in the city are from the Ye family, including those outside the Ye family.
A hundred years later, the lineage of Zhenhai Hou had spread out to tens of thousands of descendants. According to family statistics, the total number of people inside and outside the family was 33,656.
Arriving at the martial arts training ground in the family's inner courtyard, there were more than a thousand children taking part in the test.
Everyone is full of hope, and everyone hopes that the child will have a talent for martial arts. If he has a talent for martial arts, the family will take him in, provide resources, provide martial arts skills, and train him to become a superior person.
Among more than a thousand children, eighty-nine were found to have first-class martial arts talent.
The parents of those children who had no talent for martial arts were filled with disappointment. They looked at the eighty-nine children who had talent for martial arts with envy and jealousy.
The last person to come up to test his martial arts talent was Ye Xiangyang. He was the only one without his parents accompanying him because his parents had to work hard for the family and could not be with him.
Ye Xiangyang, wearing a tattered gray linen jacket and a pair of straw sandals, with bright eyes and very handsome at a young age, walked out quickly.
"Humph, isn't this the famous poor boy Ye Xiangyang? How could he have a talent for martial arts? He is just a phony."
"That's right. His father is the most useless one in our Ye family. He has no skills and is extremely poor. If the father is a hero, the son will be a hero. If the father is incompetent, the son will be a fool. Don't you see that his father didn't even dare to come with us? His father knows that even if he came, it would be useless."
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Ye Xiangyang clenched his fists tightly. He thought people were so cruel and indifferent. His father was definitely not as bad as they said. He was just honest, but he was treated so badly that it was hard to talk about.
He walked up to the testing table and put his forehead against the testing column. A red light slowly rose from below. It was a first-class talent. People looked at the talent measuring ruler in surprise.
"Oh, I never thought that Ye Xiangyang is actually a first-class talent. He is not simple."
"Yes, I said that Ye Xiangyang has been smart since he was a child, so he must be extraordinary. I was right, wasn't I?"
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The test ruler was still rising, and the orange section was shining brightly.
Many people opened their eyes wide. They couldn't believe that the poor boy from the poorest family outside the Ye family actually had an astonishing second-grade martial arts talent.
"What a genius! I never thought Ye Wentian and his wife would be so blessed. They are so lucky. Now, they are going to be prosperous."
"Yes, a genius from our Ye family has emerged."
"It's really enviable. I'll go tell Brother Ye Wentian that their Xiangyang has a second-grade talent."
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After the test, the elder of the Ye family looked at Ye Xiangyang with a smile on his face: "Child, come to our inner courtyard for training tomorrow morning. I am very optimistic about you."
Ye Xiangyang bowed politely: "Don't worry, Elder, I will come early."
Ye Xiangyang was very excited. He had a second-grade talent. He never thought that he had a second-grade talent in martial arts. Now, in the near future, his parents could get rid of the hard life of working hard and facing the earth.
"Dad, Mom, I will make sure you live a prosperous and healthy life. I swear."
Ye Xiangyang secretly swore in his heart that he would go home and tell his parents the good news.
Suddenly, a group of people appeared in front of me. There were about ten of them. The leader was a slightly fat man dressed in high-quality green silk.
Ye Xiangxiao, the son of Ye Xingyue, the second son of the patriarch, has a second-class talent in martial arts and is very much liked by the patriarch.
He looked at Ye Xiangyang jokingly and said, "I think highly of you. I will give you two choices. First, as my subordinate, I will protect you and give me half of your resources every month. Second, I will make sure you can't take care of yourself and practice this month. I will see how you become a warrior."
How could the stubborn Ye Xiangyang agree
Ye Xiangxiao smiled coldly: "You will agree."
Ye Xiangxiao waved his hand, and the seven or eight children from the Ye family compound behind him pounced towards Ye Xiangyang like wolves and tigers.
Most of them were warriors who had practiced martial arts and had mysterious powers. In addition, Ye Xiangyang was malnourished and weak, so how could he be their opponent? After a round of punches and kicks, he became like this miserable state.
Ye Xianghui, the son of a warrior from the Ye family, has a tuft of black hair on his right cheek, so he is nicknamed a tuft of hair. He can barely be considered a first-class talent, but he is extremely slow at learning anything.
He kicked Ye Xiangyang and said, "Boy, you are shameless when Brother Ye Xiangxiao gives you a favor. You are ungrateful. If you don't agree, I will beat you every time I see you."