Disciple of the Alchemist Goddess

Purple Spirit Stone

"Yoo, Wan Tian. You are so ugly today, even uglier than yesterday and the day after tomorrow. I wonder with you, why are you still alive?" The fat kid hit a weak country boy.

"Wan Tian, you are truly despicable to be in this village. Just seeing your face disgusts me." So was a young girl who treated Wan Tian badly. He also hit and kicked hard.

"As a child of your age, you are a disgrace to our village. Not only can't awaken spiritual energy, you can't martial arts either, hahaha!" Throwing a handsome-faced boy. But not for his heart.

"Wan Tian, you are indeed stupid." Back the fat kid scared the poor kid. He swung his wooden sword to scare Wan Tian.

With a grinning face, the three of them insulted Wan Tian with disdainful gazes. Nonetheless, they were also children from prosperous villages and many gave birth to promising great practitioners. Although it could not be compared to other big cities, they had their own pride of having more strength than Wan Tian, a youngster who lay listless with many wounds on his body.

Two boys and one girl who were about the same age, tortured a child who was not talented and could not cultivate happily. Such arbitrary actions show the difference in status between them.

Wan Tian could only wail silently. He looked at the fifteen-year-old boy. Even though they were of the same age, the matter of their strength was different. Moreover, the three children had gained the recognition of the village chief as young practitioners in the field of cultivation and martial arts.

Despite the torture, it was unable to make Wan Tian give up. He realized that he was not like other children. He was just an ordinary child with no spiritual power and was a disgrace to his family. Even the Wan Tian family had always demeaned and treated him badly. Moreover, the death of both parents due to the attack of magical beasts.

Yanshi Village, a village located on the edge of the mountain with the same name, is a towering rock mountain that surrounds the village which is in a valley that is home to its inhabitants. The population in Yanshi village was no more than five hundred people. A place far from the city left them behind, however they had spiritual power with which to stay alive.

Mount Yanshi is a very safe place for its residents because there is a source of fire that continues to appear around the village. That said, there are great practitioners who have extraordinary magic power so that they can protect the remote villagers.

Slowly Wan Tian crawled to find the source of the river water to relieve his hunger and thirst. Since he had already gotten a lot of injuries on his body, he was no longer strong yet still getting torment.

"Air ... air .. please," said Wan Tian. He is very thirsty and feels very hungry today because since yesterday has not got his food rations. He was too busy and rarely got a decent meal.

"Where are you going, hey? Do you need water? Hehehe, you seem to be very hungry as well? You better eat the rocks and sand there, yahh!"

"Junk like you deserves to be thrown away. Come on, go there!" The little girl kicked Wan Tian hard.

Wan Tian crashed and rolled on the sand and hard rocks. His body was filled with wounds and his blood was further drained from the continued torment, rendering him unconscious.

"Dead? Is that trash dead? What if aunt Wan finds out?" The fat boy panicked after seeing the blood from Wan Tian's body getting more and more and thought he was dead.

"We'd better just go! It's already afternoon, maybe no one will know too, right?"

After hurting Wan Tian, they fled. The three of them did not want to get into trouble for having killed a helpless child.

The villagers of Yanshi use their power to break up rocks and make sand. There are also those who can make sculptures and items from stone with techniques learned from generations.

Wan Tian's body was right on the rocks of the former quarry. He dragged his body that could not stand anymore, until sharp stones had torn his body so that now he had bathed in his own blood. The darkness of the night made his eyes unable to look around.

"blood? Is there a smell of human blood here? I wish I could help you." The figure of a Goddess opened her eyes. He felt something long awaited.

A Goddess who lost her power drastically. He could do nothing and could only wait and wait until someone helped him. Sensing that there was human blood made him wake up inside a small ball-shaped purple stone.

With just one drop of blood, make the power of the Goddess get a little power. Wan Tian who saw the purple light emanating on the stone, attracted him.

The day had darkened and relied on the glowing stone, making Wan Tian rise up slowly. He took the purple spirit stone, held it in his purple spirit stone and carried it for the journey home.

In a limp, Wan Tian kept trying to walk, holding on to the stone wall that was clearly visible. The goddess who was inside the spirit stone witnessed the young man's struggle with pity. How could he possibly have seen the child experience such an ill-fated incident?

"What are you going through, boy? I can't help you right now. My strength is not enough to help you either."

Yang Yue was the name of the Goddess who was inside the purple spirit stone. He was already fully aware and saw what the boy was doing, but could not do anything at the moment. He was like an invisible figure and his voice would not be heard by an ordinary human like Wan Tian.

"If you have a little spiritual power, maybe I can help you. Unfortunately, your fate is less fortunate. I will monitor and hopefully your luck will arrive soon," Yang Yue said.

While watching the boy who was filled with wounds and blood still flowing, Yan Yue chatted, "Even without complaint, boy. What have you experienced like this? Ordinary people may no longer be able to, but I see the firmness in your heart." Yan Yue felt sad to see that a very young child was suffering.

With tattered clothes, Wan Tian tightly held onto the purple spirit stone. His blood still continued to drip and seep into the stone, making the purple glow of the stone even brighter than before.

Although worried about being scolded by his uncle and aunt who gave shelter from the rain, Wan Tian did not want to go home because he still felt imperfect. Although not worthy, he considers himself still lucky to have a place to shelter.