This Young Master is not Cannon Fodder

This Clone isn’t your Golden Finger 2

This Clone isn’t your Golden Finger 2

The Leng Clan of Su Province was a clan with over ten thousand years of history and foundation. Legends say that the Leng Clan’s ancestor was one of Ancestor Allfist’s personal disciples and even inherited a supreme art from him, the Divine Wind Fist.

Aside from the Leng Clan, numerous other clans were formed by Ancestor Allfist’s disciples and became known as the Ten Great Clans. Some of the clans flourished with the passage of time, while others declined. The Leng Clan had been one such clan. Before them, three of the Ten Great Clan had already perished.

Despite the decline, the Leng Clan still had deep accumulations and was not a force that could be easily reckoned with. However, one day the Leng Clan had been exterminated without any warning.

It wasn’t that the Leng Clan had no enemies. The other remaining six of the Ten Great Clans all eyed each clan’s supreme art inherited from Ancestor Allfist. And those were only the biggest wolves among the pack.

As long as the Leng Clan produced a grandmaster, combined with the Leng Clan’s foundations, the danger would have plummeted drastically. However, the Leng Clan was suddenly exterminated one day without warning, leaving Leng Junfeng as the sole survivor.

Leng Junfeng was the sole son of the Leng Clan’s patriarch. As the patriarch’s only son, he should have been given the best resources, the best tutelage, and harbored the clan’s hope, but Leng Junfeng was not.

Leng Junfeng was born with a bodily defect that did not allow him to cultivate. Seeing this, his father, the patriarch, decided to protect Leng Junfeng and let him live a worry-free life. And Leng Junfeng lived like a mortal young master, visiting entertainment districts like breathing air and enjoying all sorts of life’s pleasures.

The Leng Clan prince’s world was overturned with the destruction of his clan. Had it not been for his father’s last ditch effort to send him away, Leng Junfeng would have fallen with the rest of his clan.

Afterward, Leng Junfeng hid for seven days and seven nights before sneaking back to the Leng Clan, only to see the corpses of all his clan members. Not even the infants had been spared. Even their martial repository had been ransacked, no doubt in a bid to find the Divine Wind Fist. To add insult to the injury, the Leng Clan’s supreme weapon had also been taken.

Holding back his sorrow, Leng Junfeng snuck back out with his parents’ bodies and buried them. He would have wanted to do the same for the remaining clan members, but the Leng Clan’s sole survivor knew that it was too huge of a risk. Even taking his parents’ bodies was already a considerable risk.

And time proved his fears true.

“Had it not been for Senior’s aid, I’m afraid that I would have perished and unable to avenge my clan.” Leng Junfeng finished explaining to Fenghua. “Senior’s kindness, I will definitely repay you in the future.”

The two had moved away from the original location and now sat on a large, flat rock. It was a strange scene; a young man was talking deferentially to a red, three-tailed fox, who was lying indolently.

Fenghua hummed. “How about letting me look at that Divine Wind Fist of yours then?”

Leng Junfeng was stunned and immediately moved to cover his stomach with his hands but immediately stopped. He opened his mouth to speak, “Senior, my clan’s martial repository has already—”

Hesitation briefly flashed across Leng Junfeng’s face before he gritted his teeth. Reaching into his robes, Leng Junfeng pulled out an ancient-looking book. The book’s cover was already in tatters, and there were no words on it, but there seemed to be an ancient aura to it.

Leng Junfeng moved off the rock and kneeled before presenting the book to Fenghua.

Hey, hey. I’m a fox. Do you expect me to open it with my palms?

Nevertheless, Fenghua released her true qi to grab the book from Leng Junfeng’s hands. At first, Fenghua was only scanning it, but the more she read, the more solemn she became.After reading through everything, she sent a contemplative look at the kneeling man.

Fenghua had thought that the Divine Wind Fist was just an ordinary fist art created by an Ancestor Realmfist, who had ascended to the Soul Nourishing Realm and ascended to a higher realm, but it seemed that she thought too simply. There was no way a mortal could create such a technique. Only a peak immortal or divinity could accomplish such an act. The Divine Wind Fist had traces of an art created by a divinity. Most likely, Ancestor Allfist comprehended a fragment of the original art and changed it to its current form.

This guy has no cultivation talent, at least martial cultivation talent, yet he carries such a powerful art. In the Huang Realm, such a fist art could even be considered precious to immortals.

“It isn’t a bad fist art. Unfortunately, the original concept has been blurred due to Allfist altering the original fragment of the technique into a fist art.” According to Fenghua’s judgment, the Divine Wind Fist should have originally been a palm technique.

Leng Junfeng felt his face stiffen at Fenghua’s words.

Isn’t a bad fist art?

This was one of Ancestor Allfist’s ten divine fist arts! How come it sounded so average in the red fox’s words?

How could Fenghua not discern Leng Junfeng’s disbelief? Leng Junfeng had been pampered since young, so he has not learned to conceal his emotions yet, making his face an open book.

“Hmpf, this Allfist of yours probably had some fortuitous encounters and gained some broken inheritances from an expert from the primordial era,” Fenghua said. However, her words caused even more confusion to Leng Junfeng.

Fenghua sighed, “You don’t need to know. At your level, you don’t need to know. Just know that I’ve seen techniques far more powerful than this so-called ‘supreme’ art. If it was the full technique, I might have been surprised, though.”

And it was true. Although she hadn’t personally read through the hundreds of techniques of the Buzhou Immortal Sect, she had all the memories thatXi Tianyi had before she was created. Thus, everything Tianyi knew at the time, she knew too.

Unless Tianyi purposely erased her memories to hide something during her creation.

“Senior… who are you?” Leng Junfeng asked. He had pieced together from Fenghua’s words that her background wasn’t something simple, being able to call Ancestor Allfist’s technique as something not bad.

Fenghua quirked her lips and narrowed her eyes, so they became like crescents. “I am someone not of this realm, or Allfist Realm as you people call it. You heard of the higher realms martial artists ascend after breaking the limit, right?”

Leng Junfeng nodded his head. Before he learned that he had no talent in cultivation, he had dreamed of ascending to a higher realm. “Yes, I heard that those who break the void and ascend would become immortal.”

Fenghua snorted disdainfully. “Immortal? At most, they would become a soul nourishing grandmaster with thirty-six hundred years of life.”

Before Leng Junfeng could ask any more, Fenghua continued to speak, not giving him a chance to interject.

“Among the three thousand realms that make up this system, I come from the Huang Realm, one of the two immortal realms.” Fenghua proudly said. “Don’t ask how I fell to the Allfist Realm. Just thinking about it makes me mad!”

Leng Junfeng became petrified as a heavy pressure descended upon him. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he eyed Fenghua with fear. He had known that the fox before him wasn’t simple after she burnt his assailants to a crisp, but experiencing it first hand was another matter.

“Oh right, I’ve been recuperating in this mountain for too long, so I don’t know much about the outside world.” To Leng Junfeng’s relief, the pressure disappeared as Fenghua’s mood returned to normal. “Does the name Dong Chifang or San Jiuling ring any bells?”

“N-no, Senior.”

“What about any mysterious experts that appeared around ten years ago?”

Leng Junfeng shook his head once more to Fenghua’s dismay.

Am I the only one who appeared in the Allfist Realm? It wouldn’t be strange. After all, the Leakless Sect’s boat had already been attacked when I arrived. So when I was forced into the spatial rift, it isn’t strange that I appeared in a different realm. I should count my lucky blessings that I wasn’t killed in the Vast Void.

“Right, since I looked at your clan’s precious technique, I’ll grant you a request. Of course, it has to be within my powers.” Fenghua said as she placed the book back into its owner’s hand.

Leng Junfeng stilled and stared at Fenghua, looking to find any falsities in her words. The only reason he gave Fenghua the technique was to save his life. Without his life, how could he take revenge?

“Senior, please make it so that I can cultivate!” But after saying his request, Leng Junfeng immediately shook his head. His father had already paid a huge price for a grandmaster —the Huang Realm’s acupoint opening master equivalent— to look at his condition, but the grandmaster only shook his head and said it was impossible.

Thinking of this, a bitter expression flashed across his face. If he couldn’t cultivate, he would have to use other schemes to extinguish his enemies. Against Leng Junfeng’s expectation, Fenghua agreed.

“Even if you have a special physique that makes you leak qi, I still have a method to make you cultivate. Show me your wrist,” Fenghua wasn’t boasting.

The Buzhou Immortal Sect had created the Five Element Method from the Five Phases Heavenly Scripture and was comprised of five books, each corresponding to one of the five elements. All things are composed of the five elements. Even if you have a physique that prevents you from cultivation, there was a high chance you could still cultivate the Five Element Method.

This included the degraded version that was propagated throughout the world by the Buzhou Immortal Sect. Thus, Fenghua could teach Leng Junfeng one book of the Five Element method without breaking the sect’s laws.

Leng Junfeng stood there stunned but quickly showed an expression of ecstasy and brought his wrist forward. Fenghua used her tail to wrap around his wrist and inserted her spiritual sense into his body. She didn’t have a testing stone, so she had to use a crude method to detect Leng Junfeng’s spiritual veins.

Ten minutes later, Leng Junfeng’s wrist was released, Fenghua had a strange expression. Her fox eyes opened and stared at Leng Junfeng.

“Senior, is there something wrong?” Leng Junfeng asked, finally unable to stand Fenghua’s unblinking eyes.

Not being able to cultivate? A cultivation cripple? What utter lies!

Not only does he have a heavenly wood spiritual vein! Even in the Buzhou Immortal Sect, disciples with such spiritual veins comprised less than one percent! Not only that, he has the Broad Stream Physique!

The only reason he can’t cultivate is most likely the low quality of all the cultivation methods in the Allfist Realm. If it were in the Huang Realm, he would have been a prime candidate to nurture.

This is a main character template!

As long as he finds a decent cultivation method, his strength will be peak among the same realm. Wait…

Fenghua turned her head and looked towards the mountains. Could there be some secret in the mountain unknown to her? Although she had stayed here for ten years, she hadn’t explored it at all, but she had covered the mountain with her spiritual sense, so nothing should have been hidden from her.

Fenghua turned her head back to Leng Junfeng. “Junfeng, why did you come to this mountain?”

Leng Junfeng was confused by the sudden change in topic but still answered honestly. “I heard there was a miraculous fruit growing atop the mountain. Once eaten, even a talentless mortal could become a genius and cultivate.”

Some capable of changing the physique? Such treasures weren’t unheard of, but if Leng Junfeng really ate such a fruit, it would most likely destroy his Broad Stream Physique.

Wanting to ascertain something, Fenghua told Leng Junfeng, “Before I teach you, go up the mountain and try to find that fruit.”

Leng Junfeng furrowed his brows in confusion, but he obeyed. Perhaps, Senior is just lying and wants to run away while I look away.

To his surprise, Fenghua silently followed behind. Upon seeing this, Leng Junfeng’s mood rosed, and he climbed the mountain with a hundred and twenty percent effort. When he had reached the mountain, sweat covered his entire body, and he even forgot to pay attention to Fenghua, who was following behind him.

At the mountain top, there was a single tree growing out of rocks with no other vegetation, and on the tree were three fruits. Each fruit shone with an azure luster and seemed closer to jewels than fruits.

Leng Junfeng’s eyes widen with delight. Even someone who can’t sense qi could detect the dense spiritual qi around the tree. He immediately ran towards it. But in his haste and excitement, Leng Junfeng failed to discover the fissure separating the tree from his location. One misstep and he was sent tumbling down.

How do you not see that giant crevice on the floor?

Fenghua wondered, but her body didn’t stop moving as she did so. Jumping down the fissure, Fenghua floated down to the unconscious Leng Junfeng.

He had not fallen to the ground. Instead, his body landed on an outstretched rock that led into a cave. Inside the cave, Fenghua could discern words filled with spiritual qi carved into the walls, as well as a skeleton sitting in a meditative position.

This was undoubtedly an inheritance.

Yep, definitely a main character.