In the corner of a small fishing village on the Yin-Yang Continent, a few children gathered together. Among them, a young, small, and scrawny boy with brown hair suddenly climbed onto a roof, looked at the blue sea in the distance, and let out a vow, "I must beco the Sailing King!"
After the human empire conquered the entire Yin-Yang Continent, the human population continuously increased and the amount of arable land kept decreasing.
There were already more and more sights directed toward the endless open seas.
Especially the lord of this territory, Grand Duke Wellington, who fundantally enjoyed risks and adventures, was full of explorative spirit.
Under his encouragent, the entire territory’s navigation techniques advanced endlessly, and they could already build a huge ship that could sail the high seas and bring about rich fish harvests.
Furthermore, according to rumors, there were huge islands that were piled up completely with gold and silver abroad. This further sparked the explorative warmth of the civilians and nobility.
"Haha... Ge Fei, you don’t even know how to swim, and you still want to beco a sea explorer?"
A few companions covered their stomach and laughed out loud.
"Scumbags!"
Being constantly provoked, Ge Fei’s embarrassnt turned into anger. He waved his fist and pulled down his eyelids, making a provocative stance.
"Ge Fei, is your skin itchy?"
Evidently, this provocation did not bring about any effect and even caused greater anger.
With a few bigger children taking the lead, Ge Fei was suppressed and suffered a terrible beating. He lay on the ground and groaned.
He clutched his fists tightly, summoned all the energy of his entire body, and shouted towards their backs, "Even though I don’t know how to swim, I won’t give up my dreams!"
Unfortunately, those companions had already walked away. Instead, a sound suddenly ca from his side. "Yo, lad, you’re very energetic, aren’t you?"
"Eh? Where did you co from, uncle?"
Ge Fei turned around and looked at this stranger.
He was definitely not from the fishing village, as he was very tall, like a small mountain; his arms were as thick as a horse; and his face was wearing sothing black.
If it was a modern person, they would have instantly recognized him as a bodybuilder wearing sunglasses.
"Don’t be so rude. I’m still very young."
Fang Yuan punched this small kid’s head. If not for a quick scan with his spiritual will and discovering that the aptitude of this kid was the highest, he would not have bothered to say anything to him.
"So painful!"
Ge Fei clutched his head and tears were about to fall.
"You want to beco a sailing king? In this era, not only do you need to have navigation knowledge, you need strong military might! Those fierce waves and nefarious pirates will have to be dealt with by you."
Fang Yuan started to tempt him. "Lad, do you want to obtain power?"
At this mont, his body seed to radiate, and endless human figures were attached to it and not one was fighting alone!
"This sounds like a witch swindling a small girl in a fairytale. Are you actually thinking of abducting and selling to the werewolves or vampires?" Ge Fei rolled his eyes. "Forget it. I want to go ho to eat. Uncle, you can slowly play by yourself." As he was speaking, he unhesitantly and swiftly ran away.
Unfortunately, before he was able to run a few steps, he was lifted up by Fang Yuan. "Sigh... boys nowadays. Are they so difficult to tempt? Forcing to act."
Ge Fei suddenly felt a strong sense of fear and shouted, "What do you want to do? I am a citizen of Grand Duke Wellington. There are guards in the village and they won’t let you off!"
In the next instant, his shouts beca a shrill howl.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
"So painful! So painful!"
Ge Fei shouted miserably while his tears and snot erupted.
The feeling of being forcefully injected with fighting spirit was like a person using thousands of steel knives to scrape all his organs simultaneously.
Even a grown man would fundantally be unable to withstand this.
Therefore, after a mont, he rolled both of his eyes and directly fainted.
"Finished."
Fang Yuan clapped his hands and his figure instantly vanished.
Imdiately, his howls attracted grown n who rushed to the scene and brought Ge Fei ho.
"Ah! That damn uncle, I’m in so much pain!"
After fainting for an unknown period of ti, Ge Fei shouted loudly and jumped up from his bed.
Bang! Bang!
Two thumps ca from the surroundings. It was actually the two grown n who were knocked to the ground by his subconscious movents.
"Ah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"
Ge Fei looked at the surroundings with a frightened expression and hurriedly held his head in apology. Suddenly, mysterious knowledge appeared in his mind.
Although he was illiterate, he could actually clearly understand the aning within. It was actually teaching him how to control the fighting spirit within his heart.
"Heart? Fighting spirit?"
Ge Fei was a little confused and imdiately felt that his heartbeat was more powerful than usual, having so sort of power that endlessly coursed through his entire body.
These transformations were frequently occurring on the Yin-Yang Continent.
Fang Yuan transford into many forms and beca elderly grandfathers who taught techniques, giving away many thods of cultivating fighting spirit. Many seeds of hope were planted, and with the Heavenly Abode’s flow of ti, they would bear rich fruits.
"In reality, this is also similar to the harvest of the ntal Demons."
After finishing everything, he stayed high up in the starry sky and indifferently looked down at everything happening on the continent.
Among those people whom he transferred abilities to, so of them were clueless youngsters, while so were elites in their trade and ambitious people with wild hearts.
After they obtained strength, they instantly began to move, increasingly tossing the entire continent about. In the entire process, the fighting spirit skill inevitably spread.
"First, we gather everybody’s power and let them infer the follow-up of fighting spirit as my experintal subjects and supplents...
"Then, when the fighting spirit skill enters the golden age, we harvest it in one shot."
In this case, no matter how hardworking the continent’s warriors were at cultivation, they were rely cultivating for him.
"Looking down at everybody from a high position... The many existences of the ntal Demon Realm have this ntality when harvesting other worlds too, right?"
Fang Yuan carefully appreciated the profundity within, and for a mont, he beca dazed.
...
Wellington Castle.
"Ha!"
With a loud howl and his body emitting the glow of white fighting spirit, a knight waved his heavy sword and charged forward viciously, leaping to attack!
Whoosh!
The fighting spirit bood and transford into a ray of white light.
In front, a piece of granite instantly split into a few parts and rubble splattered everywhere.
"This is... the power of fighting spirit? It’s too astonishing! Even for a traditional knight in heavy armor, he would be knocked down in one strike?" Grand Duke Wellington exclaid in surprise as he looked at this.
Beside the grand duke, an assistant bowed and said, "Grand Duke, according to the intelligence we obtained, these transformations first began three months ago. People all over the entire mainland t strangers and obtained cultivation techniques for fighting spirit.
"As for the frequency of appearances, it’s most common in the coastal regions and fewest within the continent."
The coastal regions had an open atmosphere and required strong power during adventures, so it was the fastest in accepting fighting spirit.
With this in consideration, Fang Yuan naturally increased the corresponding frequency of ’technique imparting’.
"This is... a magical manifestation?"
Grand Duke Wellington made a praying hand gesture.
This scenario could only be explained by a magical manifestation.
The beliefs of the Avalon Empire originated from the Blood Race and the werewolves, who believed that there was a ’Creator’, which was also the Origin God.
He created the world, the skies, the ocean, and all the living spirits!
Under the Creator, there were also the ’Father God’ and the ’Mother God’, who were the initial Gods of Reproduction, the ancestors of the human race—similar to the position of Adam and Eve.
A glow flashed in the assistant’s eyes, and he suddenly went forward to state, "Yes, Grand Duke. This is your destiny bestowed upon by the gods!"
Grand Duke Wellington beca silent for a long ti.
Although Avalon, this human created empire, had vast territories and subjects, it had so ’natural deficiencies’ from the very beginning.
After all, their history was too short, and their culture and technology were all entirely absorbed from the vampires and werewolves, and even digesting that would take a very long period of ti.
And with the inconvenience of travel currently, it further caused communication within the continent to beco a tragedy. For an order from the Imperial Capital to spread to the further peripheries of the empire, even using the fastest thod would normally require a period of one and a half month to two months.
Evidently, with this speed that could be called a tragedy, it completely could not withstand a highly efficient centralized governnt.
Therefore, the founding Emperor Avalon had no choice but to carry out a system of enfeoffnt, conferring the titles of ’prince’ and ’grand duke’ to the various major powers and his sons, allowing each to govern a territory.
And at this mont, the empire had already passed two generations into the hands of Avalon III.
This emperor was a classic incapable ruler, indulging daily in drink and dance. Most importantly, he had no sons!
As such, the many major powers within the empire naturally began to stir.
Regarding seniority, Grand Duke Wellington was also the uncle of Avalon III. He was very close to the bloodline of Avalon I and had the status and righteousness of inheritance.
Of course, with only the status and no ability, it was basically a fantasy.
Thus, he did not care about the puzzlent of the other feudal lords and widely expanded his navigation business in the hope of obtaining more wealth and accumulating sufficient power from overseas.
All this was done in the dark, and only a few of his closest assistants knew about it.
"Today, a better opportunity has arrived."
The assistant walked forward one step. "The continent’s feudal lords are dumb and conservative, and even label this power as ’heresy,’ wanting to burn to death any captured warriors. Even a slightly more liberal ones only hope to tightly control the cultivation techniques of fighting spirit, so it can only be spread down to the nobility, or even only their family.
"However, we can’t be like this. If we secretly train a batch of elite soldiers that can control fighting spirit, what kind of scenario would it be if we used it in war? Avalon III’s body isn’t that healthy. Once sothing happens, Grand Duke can use this power to quickly make a decision and control the situation in the Imperial Capital!"
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