Interstellar Cultivation Legend

Blood, drop by drop, fell onto the yellow earth before the grave. Xiao Yi's cheek pressed against the cold, damp ground, his right eye blurred with blood, barely able to make out the two crude graves not far away. There were no tombstones, only two rough bluestones with crooked characters carved by a knife—'Grave of Mr. and Mrs. Xiao.' 'Tsk, even the earth refuses this bastard's blood.' A foot stepped on the back of Xiao Yi's neck, grinding hard. The speaker was Zhao Hu, a notorious bully among the outer disciples of Qingyun Sect. He was burly, with a cultivation of the third level of Qi Refining, considered above average among the outer disciples. He was now leading three followers, surrounding the graves. Xiao Yi's fingers dug deep into the soil, his nails filled with cold, wet dirt. His seventeen-year-old face still bore youthful contours, but his brows carried a gloom beyond his years. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and remained silent. From then on, Xiao Yi embarked on the path of cultivation to seek his kin. — Description from novelcodex.org