"Cough, what a pity. Although Young Master is despicable and shameless, he is still good to us. How could his meridians be broken … …"
"Yes, his meridians are broken. Wouldn't that make him a waste? … … "
"Back then, Young Master's cultivation talent was much better than Eldest Young Master's. He actually became a waste … …"
"… …"
The surrounding sighs of sympathy did not seem to affect the youth. Yi Feng's face still had a trace of evil charming smile. His lips curved into an arc. His pair of bright eyes were full of cynicism.
Five years ago, with his meridians broken, he survived under everyone's inconceivable gazes. However, he was forced to become a waste. A waste that would be spurned by others as soon as he walked out.
However, there is always a way out. The waste of the past was no longer a waste. He disappeared for five years. Five years of growth gave him arrogance and capital. He disdained to be called a waste.
Yi Feng had already transmigrated to this continent for seven years. He had experienced too much. Some gossip, he did not take it to heart.
That's right, Yi Feng was indeed a transmigrator.
Yi Feng would never have thought that a group of scoundrels, taking advantage of the alcohol, would want to disturb the bridal room. One by one, they would sneak into the bridal room. As the best man, Yi Feng would naturally bear the brunt.
But who would have thought that Yi Feng, who had just broken into the bridal room, would trip on the electric wire. The broken wire would fall on the drunken Yi Feng. There was no pain, and he did not see God. Instead, he was thrown into this strange world.
Yi Feng once suspected that God, that bastard, was afraid that his wife would be seduced away, so he threw him into this world.
It must be because of this. I am so handsome. The God who sells cakes must be worried. Yi Feng thought for a long time. He could only think of this reason. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He said helplessly: "The old man is right. If I disturb someone's happy night, I will be struck by lightning. But, it can't strike me alone … …"
"F * cking brother. I have always said: If there is a chance, I will definitely give you a big gift for your second wedding. Erm … even though I was thinking that you wouldn't have a second wedding. But this big gift came early. Damn it, I'm using my own funeral to celebrate your wedding. Who's so awesome! "
Thinking up to this point, Yi Feng had a devilish smile on his face. Transmigrating to this world was not without its benefits. At the very least, he was much younger in the beginning. Even though it had been almost seven years, he still looked like a young man.
When Yi Feng first transmigrated to this world seven years ago, he thought that he had arrived in an ancient dynasty. However, he gradually realized that this world was different from any dynasty he knew.
This was a brand new world called the Qi Lan Continent. This was the world of martial artists. Although there were also people in this world who were known as poets, painters, dancers, healers, and even the strange Soul Catchers, there were still people in this world. But among these people, martial artists were the most authentic.
When a martial artist's strength reached a certain level, they could be called Martial Monarch, or Painting Monarch. Sovereign was the title of an emperor, but it was used to describe a martial artist and was recognized by the world. One could understand the influence of Spiritualists in this world.
With their individual strength, they could be on equal footing with the emperor of an empire. One could imagine that in this world, the strong preyed on the weak, and strength was respected.
Yi Feng once thought that he was very lucky to have transmigrated to a martial artist family. He was still a child, but he was called a martial arts genius.
Yi Feng did not expect that two years later, the assassin's palm would break his meridians and turn him into a cripple. Then, he suffered the insults of the world. All kinds of unpleasant words filled his mind, and even insulted his parents in his previous life. How could his parents be insulted by others? This was Yi Feng's reverse scale.
Thinking of this, Yi Feng felt that his anger was about to explode.
Ever since Yi Feng became a cripple, his father's attitude towards Yi Feng in this life took a turn for the worse. He wanted to kill him to erase his stain. This was also the reason why Yi Feng disappeared for five years.
In these five years, he had suffered too much because of this. Twice, in order to get rid of the title of a cripple, he had lived a life worse than death. As a modern person, how could he have suffered so much?
What made Yi Feng especially angry was that the assassin's target was actually her. Yi Feng thought of her beauty and how well she treated him. When he thought that someone like this wanted to assassinate her, Yi Feng wanted to drink his blood and pull out his tendons.
All of this made Yi Feng's anger increase. After five years of investigation, he knew the identity of the assassin, and also knew that the power behind him was comparable to a country.
However, this could not stop Yi Feng's desire for revenge.
"Bastard, I will cut your flesh piece by piece and torture you to death." Yi Feng made up his mind. Then, he shook his head slightly to get rid of the anger in his mind.
Lazily putting his hand into his pocket, Yi Feng was stunned for a moment. Then, he shook his head with a bitter smile: "It seems that I am still not used to this world. On this continent, where would there be such a thing as cigarettes? Cough, what a pity. Otherwise, with I's handsomeness when I smoke, I am afraid that all the girls would throw themselves at me. "
Yi Feng arrogantly held a branch in his mouth and looked at the servant as if showing off.
"Young master, the branch is very dirty." Finally, a servant came over to remind him.
"Did you notice that I am very handsome like this?" Yi Feng asked, his face trying to squeeze out a smile.
"Young master, your face is not cramping, right?"
"Pfft …" Yi Feng's blood was boiling. He fiercely looked at the servant who was regarded as the most honest in the house and spat out a word: "Scram …"
Thinking back, on a dark and windy night, Yi Feng was wearing Brother Sharp's clothes. With his melancholy eyes, weedy hair, Tom Gus' smile, and stubble, his wallet filled with coins, and half a pack of Seven Wolves cigarettes, countless women who passed by him screamed. Their screams were comparable to the screams at the Heavenly King's concert. Some people were so excited that they fainted. Cough, extraordinary charm!!
Although he was later arrested for the crime of affecting the city's appearance, it was undeniable that he was handsome. Otherwise, why would the women faint from excitement?! What? Scared? Damn, if you say that again, I will beat you up.
"I am such a handsome man. Even if I don't have cigarettes, I will still be deeply betrayed. Looks like I have to keep a low profile in this world. " Yi Feng muttered in a low voice. He simply put both of his hands into his wide robe and leaned against the door frame in a frivolous and lazy manner. Looking at the people coming and going in front of him, he took a deep breath. 'Forget it. Since I've come to this world, I'll live a good life. Besides, I'll definitely destroy that bastard assassin's sect.'
"Life is so damn fun, because you are always f * cking playing with me. F * cking God, I will f * ck you with circles and circles … "
Yi Feng pointed his middle finger at the sky and cursed.
This roar made the busy people around him turn their heads to look at Yi Feng. The noisy space instantly quieted down, as if time was frozen in this scene.
"This trash young master who just came back is having epilepsy again …"
All the servants shuddered and quickly kept a certain distance from Yi Feng.
Yi Feng paused and couldn't help but explain with a bitter smile: "I am not having epilepsy."
Nonsense, have you ever seen a lunatic call himself a lunatic? All the servants sped up again.
… …
"Young Master Yi Liu, you are here!" A servant's respectful voice pulled Yi Feng back from his thoughts. He turned his head to look at the source of the voice and saw a young man in his twenties walking towards him.
The young man had a strong body and a slightly devilish face. His features were delicate and handsome. One had to admit that his appearance was lethal. It was no wonder that he could often hook up with the top courtesans on the flower boats.
Yi Feng turned his lazy body slightly and looked at Yi Liu with a teasing smile: "Big Brother, I am very glad that my father's surname is Yi and not Jiu!"
Yi Liu paused for a moment and then shook his head with a bitter smile. This little brother of his, even though they had been separated for five years. But his strange words often made him not know whether to laugh or cry. According to his explanation, the surname Yi was first class and the surname Jiu was naturally ninth class.
"Little Brother, you haven't changed at all. But … "Yi Liu looked Yi Feng up and down. Yi Feng's sloppy attitude made him say helplessly," If Father sees you like this, I'm afraid you'll be scolded again. "
Yi Feng smiled and said softly, "Big Brother, you didn't come here to learn from Father, did you? Tell me, what made you abandon the flower boat? "
Yi Liu looked at his little brother and suddenly sighed. His eyes revealed a regretful expression. His depraved and lazy appearance made him feel sympathy.
Yi Feng was originally a talented spirit practitioner. But an unforeseen event had caused his meridians to be broken. Everyone found it inconceivable that he had survived, but he had no fate with becoming a spirit practitioner. To put it bluntly, he was a piece of trash. A piece of trash, one could imagine how difficult it would be to survive in the Damei Continent where the strong preyed on the weak.
"Little Brother! If you can't become a martial artist, you can even become a scholar. There is no lack of powerless ministers in history. "Yi Liu's tone was low, but it made people feel the sincerity and firmness in it.
Yi Feng smiled slowly, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and said casually: "Big Brother, what level of martial artist are you now?"
"Third Stage Spirit Man!" Yi Liu thought for a moment, but still said it truthfully.
His unhurried words made Yi Feng's hand that was playing with his fingernails slightly pause, and a trace of surprise flashed through his heart. Third Stage Human Rank, it seemed that his big brother had grown a little fast. Among the younger generation of this small city, he could do whatever he wanted.
The people of this world believed that everyone was a spirit body. The spirit was naturally the soul, and the body was naturally the body. Therefore, they also cultivated the soul and the body.
Spirit Practitioners were divided into ten levels: Child Rank, Soldier Rank, Human Rank, Master Rank, General Rank, King Rank, Supreme Rank, Monarch Rank, Saint Rank, and the legendary God Rank. Each stage was further divided into nine levels.
Yi Feng seemed to understand why his father had never asked about his big brother's reluctance to leave the flower boat. Third Stage Human Rank was such an impressive achievement, it was enough for Old Antique's father to give him the green light.
Yi Feng had an evil thought in his heart: Should I give his big brother a good beating so that he won't be too arrogant? Hehe.
Yi Liu secretly looked at Yi Feng's face. Seeing the evil smile on his face, he couldn't help but shudder, but there was a doubt in his heart. His little brother was too different. He couldn't become a martial artist. Logically speaking, when he heard such a result, it was inevitable that he would be disappointed, but he was calm and natural. Could it be that his willpower had really been honed to the point where he could remain unmoved?!
"Little Brother, you really can't tell me, where have you been for the past five years?"
"If I tell you, I'm afraid you'll be jealous and won't be able to bear it." Yi Feng said with a smile. He had been involved in too many things in the past five years. He couldn't even let Yi Liu and the others know about his identity.
Yi Liu looked at Yi Feng with disdain: What a joke, was there anything in the world that could make him jealous enough to slit his own throat with a knife?
However, Yi Liu was even more curious. What on earth had his little brother been doing in the past five years? He always felt that this kid was infinitely mysterious. Even though he was hailed as a genius, he felt ashamed in front of him.
"Little Brother, do you think I want to know?" Yi Feng said disdainfully. "I'm here to tell you a piece of good news. Cousin Qin is back. She should be in the front hall now. "
"Whoosh …"
With a hurried sound, Yi Feng stood up abruptly, his lazy posture completely gone. A beautiful figure flashed in his mind. The corners of his mouth couldn't help bursting into a smile.
"I wonder what you look like after five years? Has she already fallen to the point of turning all living things upside down? "Yi Feng muttered to himself, and the smile on the corners of his mouth grew even wider. A sense of expectation and even a sense of fear rose in Yi Feng's heart.
Yi Feng's laziness had completely disappeared, making Yi Liu smile bitterly. "Perhaps, only Cousin Qin can change little brother's lazy posture."
However, Yi Liu didn't notice that Yi Feng, who was supposed to be a cripple, was running at a speed that a cripple shouldn't have.
Yi Feng, who was running to the door, suddenly stopped. Yi Liu was puzzled. He turned around, suddenly took out an item from his arms, and threw it to Yi Liu in a curve.
"Big Brother, catch …"
Looking at the thin and simple book in his hand, Yi Liu couldn't help but frown when he saw the yellowed and tattered pages. However, he still straightened the book in confusion and glanced at it indifferently.
Immediately, he cried out in shock, "Low-grade Sun Rank Martial Skill!"
Yi Liu's eyes widened. He looked at it again in disbelief. The words on it finally made him accept reality.
Yi Liu's fist-sized heart seemed to be shocked by a storm, thumping rapidly. His heart couldn't calm down for a long time. Low-grade Sun Rank Martial Skill! How many people would fight over it?
"My little brother is really mysterious. But what did he do in the past five years?" Yi Liu was helpless. If Yi Feng didn't say anything, he couldn't do anything.
Although he was his big brother, he threw out a Low-grade Sun Rank Martial Skill like it was trash. This was too awesome. This was something that would cause people to fight for it until their heads bled.
Yi Liu shook his head with all his strength. A helpless and bitter smile flashed across his face. Looking at the manual in his hand, which didn't look good, he was ecstatic but also helpless.
"Perhaps, only Cousin Qin can get some information about him in the past five years."
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