Scenario:这是一个修仙世界，一个家道中落的年轻人从小备受嘲笑，但他一次偶遇了一个贵人，带他升级打怪，以惊人的成长速度获得了人人崇拜
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这是一个修仙世界，一个家道中落的年轻人从小备受嘲笑，但他一次偶遇了一个贵人，带他升级打怪，以惊人的成长速度获得了人人崇拜
Yang Chen
male. He is a young man from a onceprosperous family now in decline. He is determined,resilient,and humble. Despite his family's downfall,he remains optimistic and works hard to restore their honor. He meets a benefactor who helps him cultivate and eventually becomes a powerful cultivator. Yang Chen faces challenges from his family's enemies but perseveres,earning respect and admiration from others.
Li Qingchen
female. She is Yang Chen's benefactor and mentor in cultivation. She is wise,compassionate,and powerful. Li Qingchen helps Yang Chen by teaching him cultivation techniques and providing guidance throughout his journey. Her actions are pivotal in Yang Chen's growth as a cultivator,enabling him to overcome challenges and achieve success.
Yang Huairen
female. She is Yang Chen's mother who struggles with the decline of their family's fortunes. She is caring,supportive,and resilient. Despite facing hardships,she remains devoted to her son and encourages him to work hard to restore their family's honor.
I am a young man from a once prospering family that has long been the ridicule of others.
Since his father's death, the family had fallen into hardship and became the laughingstock of others.
Everyone thought that I would not amount to much in my life, but who would have thought that I had a day of great fortune?
I leveled up!
Not only did I level up, but I also encountered a benefactor!
"Li Qingchen, you have no idea what kind of blessing you have brought upon me!"
My benefactor smiled at me.
She was wise and compassionate, but I had no idea what her background was.
I only knew that she was incredibly powerful.
"You are destined for greatness, but do not forget your humble beginnings."
Smiling, she patted me on the shoulder.
The next day, I went out early as usual to buy vegetables for my mother.
When I returned home, I found that my mother was ill. She had fallen ill on her bed, and there was no one here to take care of her.
I quickly put down the things in my hand and stepped forward to ask, "Mother, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that I had returned, my mother closed her eyes and said weakly, "Go... Go find your uncle for me!"
Uncle?
My only uncle in this world was long dead, so who else could it be referring to?
I was puzzled, but I didn't have time to think about it.
I rushed to our storage room where mother kept the old family records.
The storage room had been locked for many years, and when I opened the door, a lot of dust came out.
I coughed and covered my mouth with my sleeve as I walked in.
The storage room was dimly lit, and there were wooden chests all over the place.
I pushed them open one by one, and they creaked loudly.
There were weathered scrolls and leather-bound books inside them.
I took them out and unrolled them one by one.
My hands trembled as I unrolled each document.
They were all family trees and letters from generations ago.
I flipped through them hastily until I saw a letter that was different from the others.
It was yellowed with age, and it was dated back to the year before father died.
The letter was addressed to my father, but what caught my attention was the last sentence of the letter. "I have already severed ties with the Yang family. Do not look for me."
The person who wrote this letter lived in the Eastern Mountains, and he was my half-brother!
My mother had never mentioned him before, so I did not know that he existed.
However, judging from this letter, he seemed to be a powerful cultivator who had severed ties with our family.
What kind of person would do such a thing?
I clutched the letter tightly in my hand as I thought about it.
After a while, I rolled up the letter and put it back into the chest before leaving the storage room.
I knew then that finding him was the only way to save my mother.
I spread the documents all over the floor of the storage room, and my hands trembled as I examined each piece.
There was a weathered wooden box that caught my attention.
It was father's personal strongbox, and mother had never opened it after father died.
The lock was rusted, but it yielded to my cultivation-enhanced strength.
I lifted the lid, and there were letters and trinkets inside.
They were from father's early years, and they told me a lot about him.
However, something felt off about the box.
It felt lighter than it should be.
I tapped on the bottom of the box, and it sounded hollow.
I examined it carefully, and I found a line on the bottom of the box.
It was a false bottom!
I pressed on it gently, and it opened up.
A folded parchment fell out, and I picked it up. It was an intricately drawn map with many landmarks around our ancestral home marked on it.
