Once upon a time, there was a very large family clan that obtained a set of rare mystical arts.
However, this mystical art couldn't be cultivated by one person at first. It required two people to cultivate it separately, each cultivating half of it.
It would be best if the cultivators were two brothers.
When the time was right, one person would transfer the internal art into the other person's body, combining it into a complete set of arts.
In this way, one person would become the cauldron of the other person.
Only one of the two cultivators knew of this matter. The younger brother, who was designated as a cauldron from the very beginning, didn't know.
The power of the family was too great. The older brother knew that he couldn't openly rebel against the family. He also knew that if he told this matter to his younger brother, then his younger brother would immediately become his sacrifice.
In order to protect his younger brother, in order to allow his younger brother to escape that tragic fate, the older brother made a decision. Big Brother made a decision. He would shoulder all the responsibility! As long as his younger brother could live, then it didn't matter if he was hated.
Under the stimulation of being ignored, the younger brother worked hard to increase his strength. The older brother saw this and was happy in his heart, but he still displayed an infuriating ruthlessness.
It didn't matter if everyone in the world misunderstood him. As long as his younger brother could live, everything was worth it.
This lasted until a mission. In order to save his younger brother, the older brother acted on the surface to fight for credit and heavily injured his younger brother.
But no one knew that it was this despicable sneak attack that allowed his younger brother to avoid a bullet piercing through his heart. It was this palm of his true energy that instantly protected his younger brother's heart meridian.
It was his flying body that blocked the bullet that should have killed his younger brother.
It was his own blood, along with his true energy, that allowed his younger brother's Phaseless Water Bird Art to form a complete set with the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art …
After the story was finished, Qin Fen looked at Du Peng quietly.
Du Peng sat on the bed, stupefied. He looked at Qin Fen in a daze, and his neck began to turn bit by bit. "It can't be … it can't be … it can't be … it can't be … it can't be … it can't be … it can't be … it can't be … it can't be … it can't be …"
Du Peng's many years of understanding was completely overturned in this instant. He instantly collapsed. He knew how sincere Qin Fen was when he said these words. He knew that all of this was very likely to be true. He was unable to accept that all of this was true.
Du Zhanpeng, who had ignored him for many years, who had suppressed him for many years, who had been hated by him for many years, actually … actually …
Qin Fen placed the metal box that Du Peng had tossed away like trash into his palm. He quietly placed it before Du Peng. "I think this is a gift he gave you, not something that harmed you."
"It can't be … it can't be … Du Zhanpeng isn't that kind of person …. Not only did he insult me, he often orders my mother around …. He has never looked me in the eye …. It can't be …." Du Peng seemed to have lost his last shred of self-control. He raised his hand and knocked over the metal box in Qin Fen's hand. "It can't be … it can't be …."
"There are also a few things he said when he was unconscious. I will repeat them to you now. Come to think of it, he really wanted to tell you personally, but he didn't have the chance. " Qin Fen's words carried a hint of sadness, "Brother, I used to be fierce to you every time, I'm sorry. I apologize to you. Please forgive me. "
"Shut up! I won't listen! Shut up! "Du Peng covered his ears with both hands and shouted," Shut up! I won't listen! "
"Silly kid. There's no big brother on these stone steps that doesn't like his own little brother. I can only do this much for you. Don't blame your big brother. Do you understand? What your big brother wishes to hear the most in this life is for you to personally call me …. "
"It can't be … it can't be …." Du Peng stared straight at Qin Fen. His body trembled endlessly, and it was unknown when his two feet had landed on the ground.
Plop ….
He knelt on the ground, his two hands fumbling about without end. When he touched the box containing the biochemical beast egg, he simply grasped the box in his hands.
He trembled as he picked up the biochemical beast egg from the box. "This … this is definitely something that will harm me …."
Qin Fen took the red metal box from Du Peng's hands. He carefully turned the box, and in the end, he picked up the black sponge that held the biochemical beast egg. He pushed the metal box over before Du Peng.
"Happy birthday."
Four simple words were engraved at the bottom of the box.
These words could reflect a person's mood at the time. These four words seeped with a sort of happiness. Happiness.
Du Zhanpeng was an awkward person, but he was also a careful person. He was adept at concealing his emotions. He could even deceive the Viper King, but in the end, he was still the big brother.
As an older brother, he still needed to express his feelings. He knew that Du Peng definitely wouldn't look at this metal box, so he engraved these four words at the bottom of the black sponge.
"Happy birthday … Happy birthday …."
Du Peng stared at the metal box in his hands in a daze. Today was his eighteenth birthday.
"It can't be … it can't be …." Du Peng shook his head over and over. He glared fiercely at Qin Fen. "Where is Du Zhanpeng? He wants you to pass on this lie to me. He wants nothing more than to play with me! I won't believe him! Take me to see him! Take me to see him! "
"You want to see him, right?" Xing Wuyi stood before the opened door. His face was covered in tears as he said, "That's fine. Follow me. I'll take you to see him. I'll take you to see him. "
"Okay!" Du Peng tore off the infusion tube on the back of his hand. His footsteps were a bit unsteady as he followed. "Take me to see him."
"Patient, you can't …."
"Get lost!"
Du Peng roared. He pushed the nurse to the ground with a palm.
The nurse sat on the ground, staring blankly at Du Peng's back. Not long ago, this man had a hint of a gentle smile between his brows. How did he become so terrifying today?
Qin Fen gently helped the nurse up. "I'm sorry. My friend's emotions are very unstable. I'll bring him back later. "
"Al … okay …." The nurse was frightened by Du Peng's face, which was close to malevolence. "His body is still extremely weak. The wound on his chest hasn't completely healed …."
Before the nurse could finish her warning, Qin Fen had already chased after Du Peng.
Mourning hall ….
Du Zhanpeng's body was draped with the flag of the Federation. He lay quietly within the crystal coffin filled with fresh flowers. The hint of a happy smile at the corner of his lips still hadn't disappeared.
He was very serene. It was as if he was in deep sleep rather than death.
One after another, people wearing black clothes arrived before the coffin and quietly bowed. Then they silently left. The entire mourning hall was filled with oppressive grief.
Standing on both sides were the relatives of the Du Family.
These people all had sorrowful expressions on their faces.
Within the crowd, there were two youngsters who looked somewhat similar to Du Peng and Du Zhanpeng. The grief on their faces couldn't suppress the secret delight in their eyes.
A burst of rapid footsteps broke the silence of the mourning hall. Everyone looked up in confusion.
Who dared to make a ruckus here at this time of day? Were they not afraid of offending the Du family?
Xing Wuyi was the first to appear in everyone's line of sight. He stood quietly at the entrance of the mourning hall and looked at Du Peng, who followed closely behind. "Do you see that? Young Master Du is lying there."
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Du Peng, who was dressed in a patient's gown.
Du Yu's eyes were filled with astonishment. Why would Du Peng appear here? What was he trying to do? Wreak havoc in the mourning hall?
"Du Zhanpeng …" Du Peng strode into the mourning hall. A complicated glow pulsed in his eyes as he strode towards the crystal coffin.
"Stop right there."
Two people in the crowd shouted, and two young men who looked similar to Du Peng jumped out and blocked Du Peng's path.
"You shouldn't be here. Get lost."
"You aren't welcome here. You killed Du Zhanpeng. How do you still have the face to come here?"
Du Peng's footsteps stopped. Disdain and cold ridicule appeared in his eyes. "Du Chaoqun, Du Chaopeng. I'm not in a good mood today. Get lost. "
The faces of the two young men were immediately covered with a layer of ice.
Du Zhanpeng was the person that everyone in the Du family knew to be nurtured.
The two of them were indeed inferior to Du Zhanpeng. Even if they wanted to fight for the position of successor, they didn't have the qualifications.
Du Zhanpeng died today. Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng both knew that their chance had come! As long as they could perform well and fiercely humiliate and teach a lesson to this bastard who killed Du Zhanpeng, perhaps they would be fancied by Du Hen and become the new successor.
When they heard Du Peng's words, the two raised their arms to push his shoulders. This seemingly ordinary palm strike secretly contained the internal strength of a hidden force that would only be released when it touched the body.
"Get lost!"
Du Peng didn't dodge or dodge. He flipped his palms and forcefully collided with the two.
The three forces secretly collided, emitting the sound of a wooden stick striking a quilt. Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng's feet swayed. They took two steps back before they could steady their bodies.
Du Peng's upper body only swayed slightly, but his feet didn't move back at all.
Who among the people present didn't learn martial arts? They could see with a glance that these three people had made a move in the mourning hall.
Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng stared blankly. Du Peng's palm force just now had been secretly released. It was vigorous and long. His body shouldn't have swayed, and his face shouldn't have become even more deathly pale.
In this moment of shock, a faint bright red appeared on the clothes on Du Peng's chest.
He was injured! Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng glanced at each other. Smiles spread from the corners of their mouths to their entire faces.
"If you think about this place, you'll have to beat the two of us to the ground!"
The moment Du Chaoqun and Du Chaopeng's words came out, the two of them pounced once more. This time, they didn't conceal and release their strength. Instead, they directly and completely displayed it.
"Get lost."
Du Peng shouted coldly, and the dark red on his chest turned into a large expanse. His two eyes suddenly erupted with radiance. His two feet stomped on the ground, and his entire body exploded. He was like a general riding a warhorse on an ancient battlefield. The friction between his body and the air made a sound like the whinnying of a warhorse. His two arms were like large axes, like the forceful cleaving of a warblade. They directly broke apart the imposing aura of his two cousins.
The swift and fierce domineering Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Cleaving Calvary reappeared in Du Peng's hands at this moment!
The current Du Peng's emotions were in an extremely unstable state. This move he used was a bit less domineering than Du Zhanpeng's that day, but it was a bit more insane.
Neither Du Chaoqun nor his brother expected that Du Peng would suddenly unleash a consummate skill that only Du Zhanpeng knew. They had already rushed in front of Du Peng, and it was already impossible for them to dodge. They could only wave their palms and meet it head on. They hoped that Du Peng was only putting on a show to frighten people.
A burst of concentrated fists and kicks collided with each other. Du Chaoqun and his brother flew to the left and right. They were caught by others in the crowd, and only then did they discover that the arms of these two people were twisted at strange angles. They powerlessly hung down.
Puff …
Du Peng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Even his back was dark red.
The bullet had pierced through his body. Although it didn't hit his heart, it was still not far from his heart. It had injured some of his heart arteries.
Three days of recuperation and treatment. Even with the protection of the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art, Du Peng was still unable to truly recover. It was already a miracle that he could get off the bed and walk. Attacking was simply an act of self-mutilation.
After Du Peng finished spitting out blood, he took another step, as if he didn't know pain at all.
This time, the person blocking in front of him was Du Yu!
Du Yu's body was taller and taller than Du Peng. He emitted a suffocating pressure. He looked down at Du Peng and said indifferently, "Leave. I'm not welcome here."
"No." Du Zhanpeng firmly shook his head. "Either you let me see him. Or I die. "
Slowly raising his arm, Du Yu said, "Then, you can die."
Just as the thunderous palm was pushed out, the faint sound of wind and thunder actually resounded in the air.
Du Peng pressed his waist down. A Heavenly King Carries the Pagoda, completely ignoring the difference in levels between the two.
Bang …
The stone floor beneath Du Peng's feet instantly turned into powder. A pillar of blood shot out from his chest and back at the same time.
A seven-star level attack!
Everyone knew that Du Yu didn't use his full strength.
If Du Yu still used his full strength when facing a seriously ill five-star martial artist, it wouldn't increase his power and influence. It would only give him the title of bullying the weak and a seriously ill martial artist.
Du Peng slowly raised his head. It was as if his neck was pressed with a weight of five thousand kilograms. He opened his bright red teeth and said, "Can I go over now?"
The originally quiet mourning hall became even quieter at this moment. Everyone stared at Du Yu in a daze.
Without any answer, Du Yu slowly moved his feet and gave up the space.
Du Peng came before the crystal coffin and quietly looked at Du Zhanpeng, who was sleeping peacefully inside. Memories began to flash in his mind once again.
Seventeen years old.
"B * stard, you've been trash your entire life.
Sixteen years old.
"B * stard, why don't you go die?"
Fourteen years old.
"B * stard, do you have the qualifications?"
Five years old.
"B * stard, I'm snatching your toy. What can you do?"
Four years old.
…
His memories before the age of four were practically blank …
Du Peng never remembered that he had memories before the age of four. However, he remembered it this time.
"Aiya, why did you fall? It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. Big brother will blow it for you. "
"Can you still stand up? Come, I'll carry you. "
"Come on up. I'm your big brother. It's what I should do."
"Grandpa, I was the one who broke the bottle. It has nothing to do with my little brother."
"It's okay. I'm your big brother. It's what I should do to help you."
"Haha, we're brothers …"
The dusty memories surged forth like a tide.
Du Peng stared blankly at the crystal coffin. He looked at Du Zhanpeng, who was covered with the national flag. He muttered to himself, "Get up, get up, get up. Don't lie down. Get up. Get up. Do you think you're very great? Do you think you don't owe me anymore? Get up … get up … "
The muttering grew louder and louder. In just a few seconds, it turned into a hysterical roar, "Get up! Get up! Leave this crystal box! Do you think you're very great? Do you think you don't owe me anymore? Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up! You owe me. You'll owe me forever! Get up and pay back what you owe me before you die! I don't want your blood! Take back the blood you injected into my body! I don't want it! I don't want it! "
Everyone in the mourning hall quietly looked at Du Peng, who was like a mad tiger. The liquid in his eyes had long since become indistinguishable from tears or blood. His pale face was similarly occupied by tears of blood.
His legs were no longer able to bear his own weight. He knelt on the crystal coffin, and his two hands forcefully slapped the crystal coffin that wasn't very sturdy.
His body, which had just endured Du Yu's palm strike, was already on the verge of collapse. His internal energy had been exhausted in that instant. No matter how he slapped, he was still unable to break the crystal coffin. The silent hall echoed with the sound of him slapping the crystal coffin.
"Get up! Get up! Big brother ~ ~ ~ ~ Get up!"
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