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However, Nan Hao let out a cold smile when he saw this.

  “Well, well, Mu Tian, you’ve led yourself to your own death. Don’t blame me for it...”

  In the end, the entire Mu army was wiped out outside of Jiu Quan city and Mu Tian’s body was stabbed by the sword of the general who persuaded him previously.

  “Mu Tian, I respect only a few people in this world, and you are one of them.”

  This enemy general muttered to himself as he pulled out his weapon. The body of Mu Tian fell into his hands.

  Only at this moment did the backup army who had been waiting in a valley behind Jiu Quan city receive orders to provide their support.

  The backup army had been there for a long time. However, they followed Nan Hao’s orders to stay put in the valley until the entire Mu army was wiped out.

  The enemy retreated as soon as the backup army charged into the battlefield. Even the body of Mu Tian was taken away by the enemy’s general.

  The body of a young man lied still among the mountain of corpses. His heart was pierced by an arrow and his body was gradually getting colder.

  However, suddenly, the heart-shaped sanguine jade pendant on his chest transformed into a sanguine light and flew into his heart. The young man’s heart then started to heal.

  During the process of healing, his heart emitted a dim sanguine light, and after a while, it started to beat slowly. A powerful energy rampaged around the nine Meta-pulses inside the young man’s body, greatly damaging them. The energy was very powerful and was as red as blood.

  “Look, there’s somebody alive over here!”

  “I-Isn’t he Mu Feng, the son of General Mu?”

  “Yes, it’s Mu Feng indeed. Quick, let’s hide him somewhere first. The Royal Highness would never let him live if he knew that he’s still alive. General Mu was such a loyal man and he was the person whom I respected the most. I can’t possibly let his son die after he was set-up and killed.”

  These soldiers who had a good conscience then carried Mu Feng away. They snuck into the Nan Ling kingdom and went to the Mu family...

  Chapter 3: Mu Feng in a Pinch

  There were thousands of kingdoms within the vast land of the Bei Wu continent, and countless battles were fought among them.

  The Nan Ling Capital was a big city with millions of people, including both good and bad people.

  The Mu family was a family of Wudo cultivators. The Mu clansmen had been soldiers for many generations and they all held high ranks in the Nan Ling army. The Mu family was an upper-class family, but not a top class one.

  In this world, every inch of the land belonged to the king and every individual living on this land was the king’s subject. In this capital, it was obvious that the top-class family was royalty.

  Inside a well-renovated room of the Mu family’s mansion, a ray of sunlight shone through the windows onto the handsome face of a young man.

  The young man was sleeping like a newborn baby and breathing regularly. His upper body was wrapped in white bandages.

  No one knew exactly how many battles this 15 or 16 year old young man had been through, but the countless battle scars on his body told his story. A sanguine Qilin was tattooed on his shoulder.

  A white-haired doctor was checking the young man’s pulse. After he finished, he stood up and said to a middle-aged man beside him: “Lord Mu, the third Little Lord is recovering steadily and he will be fully recovered after some time, but......”

  The middle-aged man had a fierce look and was dressed in black robes. He also emitted an aura of iron and blood and was respected by the others.

  He was Mu Chen, the lord of the Mu family and also Mu Feng’s uncle.

  “But what? Doctor Liu, please tell me.”

  Mu Chen frowned when he saw that doctor Liu was stammering.

  “All the Meta-pulses in the Little Lord’s body have been damaged and are not healing. I’m afraid that he will have to give up his Wudo cultivation for the rest of his life.”

  “Ho-How is that possible?”

  “Little Lord Feng......”

  Upon hearing the statement, the faces of all the other Mu family members turned pale.

  “Feng......”

  A beautiful young girl with big eyes who wore a white skirt teared up as well. She touched the young man’s face with her slender hand and felt very sorry for him.

  She was Yun Qingwan, Mu Feng’s childhood friend as well as his fiancée. She was the daughter of the Yun family, an upper-class family that also practiced in Wudo cultivation.

  “Nonsense! Doctor Liu, it’s impossible that brother Feng has damaged all of his Meta-pulses, and there’s no way that he will have to give up his Wudo cultivation. Doctor Liu, stop talking crap! Br-brother Feng is our family’s genius!”

  A young man who was about Mu Feng’s age grabbed hold of Doctor Liu’s collar and shouted angrily. He was Mu Kuang. He had short hair and was dressed in black robes as well. He also had a bad temper.

  There is no future for a man who cannot practice Wudo cultivation in a Wudo family.

  “Mu Kuang, stand down. Don’t be rude!”

  Mu Chen shouted. Mu Kuang clenched his fist and backed down. He looked at the young man lying on the bed and gritted his teeth.

  “Brother Feng......”

  “Doctor Liu, can’t he be cured? We are willing to give up everything we have.”

  Mu Chen asked with a tremble in his voice.

  “Yes, it’s possible. His Meta-pulses can be healed, but only if you manage to find a sixth-class panacea, or an extraordinary doctor who is willing to cure him by using up his own Wudo energy over a long period of time. However, as you already know, it would be hard to find a sixth-class panacea even if we searched every corner of this kingdom.” (EN: Wudo energy is the overarching term for cultivation energies like Vitality and Meta-Power. I don’t think it will be used that often, though.)

  The doctor said with a sigh.

  Upon hearing the doctor’s words, everybody showed a look of despair. It’s not even known whether or not this kind of panacea existed in the whole Nan Ling kingdom.

  “All right, I see. You may take your leave now, doctor.”

  At that moment, Mu Chen looked like he had suddenly aged. With a wave of his hand, the doctor took his leave. He then ordered the others to leave as well, leaving only Yun Qingwan and him in the room.

  “Qingwan,you should go home and rest if you’re feeling tired.”

  “No, uncle Mu, I want to be here with Mu Feng. You should go and rest instead.”

  Yun Qingwan shook her head. Mu Chen left the room with a sigh when he heard her words.

  The young girl wiped the young man’s face and body with a wet towel and the corners of her mouth gradually curled up.

  “Feng, I know that you’ll wake up soon. You told me before that you plan to conquer a kingdom for me. Nothing can beat you down. No matter what happens, I will always be by your side.”

  She leaned on his chest. A teardrop slipped down from the young man’s closed eyes......

  Soon, the news about Mu Feng’s damaged Meta-pulses spread within the Mu family and caused a small uproar.

  “I-Is this true? The Little Lord has damaged all of his Meta-pulses and is now a cripple?”

  “Yes, it’s true. Little Lord Feng’s servant told me.”

  “What a pity. He was once the most talented boy in the Mu family. The entire Mu army was wiped out in battle, even Second Lord Mu was killed. Mu Feng was the only one who survived, but he ended up in such a state. God is so unfair.”

  “Yeah... Little Lord Feng is now a cripple and Second Lord Mu is dead. It seems that our Mu family is now in its worst times.”

  A group of servants chattered.

  Mu Feng, the number one genius in the Mu family, started his Wudo cultivation at the age of five. He managed to open his ninth Meta-pulse at the age of 12 and reached the Zi Fu level at 14. He was a natural-born Wudo cultivator and the whole kingdom knew about him. He was even open
ly recruited by our kingdom’s top Wudo academy, the Royal Wudo Academy.”

  However, his Meta-pulses were damaged and he had became a cripple. A lot of people let out a deep sigh when they heard about this.

  Soon, the news spreads across the city, and all the upper-class families in the capital were shocked when they heard the news.

  * * *

  The moon and stars shone brightly in the dark sky, and the kingdom of Nan Ling was lit up by thousands of lanterns.

  The Shang Guan family’s huge courtyards and vast lands were also lit up brightly.

  The Shang Guan family was a large family, and most of its family members worked as government officers in the kingdom of Nan Ling. Their social ranking was slightly higher than that of the Mu family.

  A young man who was around 17 or 18 years old was having sex with his servant girl in one of the guest rooms. Their naked bodies twisted together.

  Knock Knock...!

  At this moment, somebody knocked on the door.

  “Who the f*ck is it?!”

  The young man’s angry shout rang out from the room.

  “Little Lord, it’s me. I’ve something urgent to tell you!”

  “I don’t care! Hold on a moment.”

  The young boy was furious that he was interrupted. He got out of bed, threw on his robes, and covered the naked body of his servant girl with a blanket.

  The young man had a handsome face with a sharp and pointed nose. However, his eyes were full of evil.

  He was Shang Guan Qianzhi, the son of Lord Shang Guan. He had a level eight Yuan Gu and was also a talented Wudo cultivator.

  In Wudo cultivation, Yuan Gu was one’s Wudo foundation. The higher the level of Yuan Gu a cultivator had, the stronger the sensitivity towards the Qi of Heaven and Earth they had. Level one was the lowest level and level nine was the highest level. We will talk about those who can surpass the ninth Yuan Gu level later. (EN: The sentence in italics was written by the author in italics. He is basically just breaking the fourth wall here for foreshadowing.)

  Shang Guan Qianzhi opened the door and saw a servant dressed in grey standing outside.

  “You’d better give me a good explanation, or I will chop off your third leg.”

  Shang Guan Qianzhi said furiously.

  The servant trembled and said: “Little Lord, it’s good news. According to a reliable source, Mu Feng, from the Mu family, has damaged all of his Meta-pulses and became a cripple. It was said that he will have to give up his journey of Wudo cultivation.”

  Joy immediately spread out on Shang Guan Qianzhi’s face. He grabbed the servant by his collar and said: “What did you just say? Mu Feng’s Meta-pulses are all damaged?”

  “Yes, Little Lord. I’m afraid that the news will soon spread across the whole kingdom.”

  “Haha, that’s great. That’s good news indeed. Mu Feng, I’m interested to see how are you still qualified for Qingwan’s hand in marriage this time. I will ask my father to propose a marriage to the Yun family right away! Hahaha, God is on my side now!”

  Shang Guan Qianzhi laughed loudly. His laughter echoed in the room, causing many servants to turn and look at him in shock.

  Chapter 4: The Boy’s Tear

  In Autumn, leaves turned yellow and fell to the ground whenever an Autumn breeze blew by. Some of the leaves fell on top of a newly-built white marble tomb, instilling a feeling of gloominess and desolation.

  All Mu disciples that were of higher ranks who died in battle were buried here, the Mu family’s cemetery. A few hundred tombs were built here.

  A young man dressed in a white mourning garment knelt in front of a gravestone that had the words ‘General Mu Tian’ carved on it. He threw a few pieces of joss paper into a small pot and burned them.

  “Father, why did you leave our family and me so soon? Father, did you know? You were the man whom I admired the most, and I’d never thought that you would leave me like this.”

  Mu Feng knelt in front of the gravestone and muttered to himself. Mu Feng, a young man who bleeds but never cries was crying uncontrollably when he looked at his father’s tomb.

  “Once, you told me that it’s a soldier’s honour to die in battle. However, we shouldn’t have lost that battle! That treacherous man, Nan Hao, set us up! If it wasn’t for him, it’s impossible that the entire 200,000 strong Mu army would be wiped out! It’s impossible that you would die!”

  “Father, may you rest in peace. I promise you, one day I will seek justice for you and the 200,000 soldiers. I will never be a real man until I kill Nan Hao!”

  The young man looked at the tomb and said while gritting his teeth. His words were full of hatred and murderous intent.

  Suddenly, the black ring on his finger lit up and a jar of wine appeared in his hand.

  This ring was a unique low-ranked Qian Kun ring that was forged by a blacksmith. There was a small space inside it.

  Low-ranked Qian Kun rings were worth thousands of gold coins and were only owned by the rich.

  Mu Feng poured out two bowls of wine and put them in front of the gravestone. He then picked up one bowl, stood up, looked at the countless tombstones, and shouted in a sad tone: “To all my 200,000 Mu brothers, may you all rest in peace!”

  He poured half of the wine onto the ground, drank the remaining half, and shouted emotionally: “The Mu army never loses in battle, we only kill, kill, and kill!”.

  The first kill represented great sorrow,

  The second kill represented their defying spirit,

  The third kill represented their lack of regrets, even in death!

  Mu Feng picked up the second bowl and said: “This is for my father. Thank you for raising me and teaching me how to be a real man. Thank you for teaching me what responsibility is. Father, please rest in peace. One day, I will avenge you and all the brothers of Mu army by chopping his head off!”

  Mu Feng poured half of the wine onto the ground and drank the other half. Then, he smashed the bowl on the ground and yelled at the sky.

  A series of cries and sighs rang out when the other Mu disciples outside the cemetery heard his scream.

  “God, why do you treat me like this? Why did you keep me alive but damage all of my Meta-pulses? How can I avenge my father and my brothers if you made me into a cripple? How can I seek revenge like this?!”

  Mu Feng punched the green marble tiles, causing blood to drip from his hand. His eyes were full of hatred.

  He knew clearly that all of his Meta-pulses were damaged. The ability of a cultivator to absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth depended solely on the Meta-pulses. Without his Meta-pulses, he was no better than a cripple.

  The first level in the journey of Wudo cultivation was known as the Tong Mai level. There were a total of 12 Meta-pulses in a human body. If one managed to open up nine of his Meta-pulses, he would be able to reach the Zi Fu level and store more Vitality in his body.

  The third level was known as the Ning Gang level, and the highest level was Yuan Dan. These four levels were further divided into nine Skies each.

  Previously, Mu Feng had opened up nine of his Meta-pulses at the age of 12. He reached the Zi Fu level at the age of 14, and Zi Fu Second Sky at the age of 15. He was a well-known Wudo genius.

  However, currently, all of his Meta-pulses were damaged and his years of Wudo cultivation had gone down the drain.

  “Why? What have I done to deserve this punishment?”

  The young man punched the ground over and over again. Blood dripped out as he cried. At this moment, he no longer looked like a man of iron and blood, but a helpless teenage boy instead.

  “Feng, please stop hurting yourself!”

  Boohoo...

  At this time, the young man was embraced from behind by a pretty girl in a white dress. She was about 16 years old.

  Her name is Yun Qingwan. She was Mu Feng’s childhood friend and they were betrothed.

  “Wan Er......”

  Mu Feng called out her name softly and said sa
dly: “What should I do now? My Meta-pulses are destroyed, my cultivation has gone down the drain, and I’ve lost my father. How can I avenge their deaths with this broken body?”

  Mu Feng sobbed in her embrace. She had never seen this fragile side of him before.

  “That’s not true, Feng, I’m still here with you. No matter what happens, I will stay by your side and never leave you. You are the breeze and I am the leaf. The leaf will go anywhere the breeze blows. Feng, pull yourself together. I’m still waiting for the day where you conquer the whole world for me, just like you once said you would.”

  Yun Qingwan put her chin on Mu Feng’s head and kept wiping away his tears. As she used her warmth to comfort the young man, she felt intense pain in her heart, as though her own heart was breaking as well.

  “Sister.”

  A voice rang out from afar. A young boy dressed in blue robes who was around 17 or 18 years old walked towards them. He had a handsome face but frowned when he saw the scene.

  “Brother.”

  Wan Er turned around in shock when she saw him: “Why are you here?”

  He was Yun Yi, the little lord of the Yun family and Yun Qingwan’s elder brother.

  “Father wants you to go home.”

  He approached her and started to pull Qingwan away from Mu Feng without even glancing at Mu Feng.

  “No, I don’t want to leave. I want to stay beside Feng!”

  Qingwan shook off his hand and said firmly.

  “You want to stay by his side? Him, a cripple? Follow me back home now, father ordered me to bring you back home this instant!”

  Yun Yi looked at Mu Feng disdainfully and said in a stronger tone. He then pulled at Wan Er’s hand once more. However, this time, Wan Er didn’t try to break free from his grasp.

  “Why? Didn’t father allow me to stay in the Mu family? I’m not going anywhere!”

  “Let go of her.”

  At this point, Mu Feng also stood up and said coldly: “Yun Yi, even if you’re her brother, you have no rights to force her!”

  Upon hearing his words, Yun Yi laughed and said in disdain: “Mu Feng, what made you think that you have the right to speak? What could you possibly do if I were to take her away from you? Don’t tell me that you still think that you are a genius! Now, you’re nothing but a cripple. You’ve lost the qualification to date my sister!”