Chapter 696: Terrifying Aptitude

"A dragon… a dragon…"

The old woman stared at the dragon head emerging from the sea of clouds, stammering under her breath.

Her arms were trembling, but fortunately, she maintained a shred of sanity and held the child in her arms tightly.

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon looked down at the old woman, its dragon eyes cold and indifferent.

Just as the old woman was about to collapse, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon suddenly transformed into a streak of golden light, rapidly shrinking and falling downward.

The old woman retreated in fear as the golden light landed in front of the wooden cabin, transforming into a Golden Halberd. The blade pierced into the soil, and the golden shaft trembled slightly, looking exceptionally majestic under the sunlight.

"Waa—"

The infant in the swaddle suddenly began to wail, his voice even louder than before.

He raised both hands and waved them incessantly toward the Golden Halberd, seemingly wanting it.

The old woman looked at him and then at the Golden Halberd, dazed.

Though she was a Mortal, she understood that something big was happening.

This child must be the Reincarnation of an Immortal god!

…Twenty years later.

In the mountains, a strong young man was wielding a Golden Halberd with powerful, whistling strikes.

He wore robes made of tiger skin, his movements fierce and full of power. His face was handsome yet carried a hint of a wicked aura, his slightly messy long hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes glowed with a red light, looking quite intimidating.

Several hundred meters away, a woman walked down the mountain path, a bamboo basket filled with various fruits hanging from her right arm.

She raised her hand to wave at the strong young man and shouted, "Ling'er, it's time to come home for dinner."

The strong young man paused, suddenly turned his head, and transformed into a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, he arrived before the woman and took the bamboo basket from her hand.

"Mother, I told you, you don't need to come up the mountain. Even though I've killed all the wild beasts and Yao Beasts nearby, the terrain is steep. What if you fall and get hurt? Besides, these few vegetables aren't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth," the strong young man grumbled.

His name was Qin Ling, and he was already twenty years old. Born with extraordinary talent, even without knowing any cultivation methods, his Physical Body's strength increased day by day. Two years ago, he had tried to split a small mountain dozens of Zhang high, causing an earth-shattering commotion.

The woman smiled and said, "Mother knows, but I just can't stay idle."

The mother and son began to talk as they walked.

The woman mentioned, "Ling'er, your mother doesn't have much ability, but I've already written to your grandfather to recommend you to the Human Race's Holy Land to Cultivate. Your Aptitude will surely please your grandfather. When the time comes, don't talk back to him. When you're away from home, you must…"

She began to nag.

Qin Ling frowned, feeling a bit displeased. Having depended on his mother since childhood, he had a strong resistance toward relatives.

He said dismissively, "Mother, I don't need to Cultivate. I get stronger every day just by swinging my halberd."

The woman shook her head. "Ling'er, you don't know how vast the world outside is. Great cultivators can fly through the sky and burrow into the earth, plucking stars and moving moons. Can you do that?"

Qin Ling was choked up, left speechless.

"Besides, don't you want to find your father? You'll have to go out sooner or later. While you're young, you can use your Aptitude to gain an advantage. Otherwise, if you wait until I've passed away to leave, it will delay you," the woman said worriedly.

At the mention of his father, Qin Ling couldn't help but clench his fists, a look of resentment appearing in his eyes.

His father had always been a sore point for him.

He didn't understand why his father had abandoned them.

When he was younger, he had sworn to find his father and get an explanation.

He would make his father regret it!

Just then, a white cloud flew over from the horizon at great speed. Looking closely, there was actually a middle-aged Daoist in Gray Robes on the cloud, holding a wooden staff and possessing an Immortal air.

He quickly landed in front of Qin Ling and his mother, and Qin Ling, startled, stepped in front of his mother to protect her.

Qin Ling was seeing someone arrive on a cloud for the first time.

"What do you want?" Qin Ling asked in a heavy voice.

The Daoist in Gray Robes scrutinized Qin Ling, a look of surprise appearing in his eyes.

What powerful Blood Qi!

It's already comparable to an Immortal!

Incredible!

The Daoist in Gray Robes smiled and said, "I am a Loose Immortal of the world, wandering through the Myriad Realms. Passing through this place, I felt your Blood Qi and think your Aptitude is quite good. Are you willing to take me as your Master? I will lead you on the path of immortality and the pursuit of longevity."

Qin Ling frowned.

The woman hurriedly said, "Thank you for your kindness, Immortal, but my son already has a Master, so I'm afraid he cannot take you as his Master."

She had already introduced her son to the Family, so she naturally wouldn't hand him over to a strange cultivator.

The Daoist in Gray Robes frowned.

Qin Ling's eyes sparkled as he said, "You're a Loose Immortal? Then can you spar with me and let me feel your strength? Of course, you can't fly, as I can't fly yet."

The Daoist in Gray Robes couldn't help but laugh and said, "Naturally."

Since they could spar, there was hope!

He would use powerful Spells to conquer this boy!

Qin Ling told his mother to step back. Although the woman was worried, she understood her son's personality and couldn't stop him, so she could only walk away.

Once his mother was far enough away, Qin Ling pulled out the Golden Halberd from his back and charged directly at the Daoist in Gray Robes.

As soon as the Golden Halberd appeared, that terrifying Evil Qi caused the Daoist in Gray Robes' pupils to dilate.

A Magic Treasure!

Qin Ling was extremely fast, striking with his halberd.

The Daoist in Gray Robes raised a finger, and his index finger easily blocked the halberd's blade. From a few centimeters away, his Dharmic Power formed an invisible and solid barrier, making Qin Ling feel as if he had struck an iron wall.

Qin Ling's face showed excitement.

From childhood until now, this was the first time he had encountered an opponent!

He attacked frantically, without any flashy Spells, and his Moves had no pattern, relying entirely on speed and power.

The Daoist in Gray Robes used his finger to block, easily parrying every one of Qin Ling's Moves.

However, his smile gradually faded.

He was shocked to find that the boy's strength was increasing, even causing his own Blood Qi to surge from the impact.

Qin Ling suddenly leaped up and swung his halberd down with all his might, his strength capable of uprooting mountains and his Qi overwhelming the world.

The Daoist in Gray Robes used his palm to catch it, his Dharmic Power erupting, yet he was still smashed backward, his feet carving two small trenches several Zhang long into the grass.

Qin Ling continued his pursuit, his strength becoming increasingly overbearing.

The Daoist in Gray Robes was forced to raise the wooden staff in his hand to fight Qin Ling.

Although he was alarmed, he did not lose his composure and didn't fight in earnest; otherwise, with his Spells, he could have crushed Qin Ling in an instant.

At the same time.

High in the sky, two people stood upon the clouds, watching the battle.

They were none other than Han Yu and his disciple, Tian Yong.

Han Yu looked down and asked softly, "Did you see anything?"

Tian Yong frowned and said, "His Physical Body is unusual. There's an extremely overbearing power contained within him. That halberd is also unusual; it's transformed from a God Realm golden dragon."

Han Yu felt emotional.

If Li Daokong hadn't sent him a voice transmission, he truly wouldn't have known that such a Prodigy had emerged from the Human Race.

This boy is only twenty years old and can already contend with an Immortal. His Aptitude is absolutely terrifying!

"When the duel is over, go down and take this boy as your disciple," Han Yu instructed.

Tian Yong's frown deepened as he said, "Master, I don't want to take a disciple. I'm busy with my own Cultivation."

Han Yu rolled his eyes at him and said, "You take him in, and I'll teach him. How about that?"

Upon hearing this, Tian Yong's brow immediately relaxed.