C1 Humiliated in front of My Grave

First spring March, warm at first.

The dark gray lead cloud pressed down on the ground, dyeing the world black.

Outside the capital city of Shuiyue Empire, in the back mountain of the second-rate family, Leng family, the fourteen year old Leng Feng fell heavily in front of his mother's grave.

Clenching his teeth and holding back his strength, Leng Feng struggled to get up from the ground. He ignored the dirt on his body and stood firmly in front of the tombstone like a mad tiger. His eyes were filled with anger. "Leng Tian! You are not allowed to insult my mother!"

Opposite Leng Feng were three youths who were a few years older than him. The one in the lead, Leng Tian, had a pair of triangular eyes. As if he had heard a huge joke, he arrogantly shouted, "Leng Feng! I want to insult your mother, what's wrong?"

After saying that, he raised his right leg and kicked Leng Feng in the chest.

"Plop!"

Leng Feng's thin body was instantly sent flying. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, dyeing his filthy clothes red.

"Trash is trash! Even Young Master Leng Tian couldn't withstand a single kick from him! Haha!"

"That's right. Who asked our Big Brother Tian to draw his source into his body and become a low level martial artist!? This trash can't even draw his source into his body. To be able to withstand a single kick from Young Master Leng Tian is already considered lucky for him! "

Hearing the ridicule that came from beside his ears, Leng Feng's already numb heart could not help feeling a little bitter.

He slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered to the front of the tombstone. He said in a hoarse voice, "Even if I am a useless person who cannot cultivate, I am still a member of the Leng family. Do you think you can humiliate me as you wish? "

" Hmph!"

Leng Tian's gloomy face was filled with disdain as he said coldly, "It's all because of that useless father of yours. He forcefully occupied a large piece of ancestral land and refused to take it out to show filial piety to me. Otherwise, who would want to pay attention to a trash like you!"

" So that's how it is. "

Leng Feng shook his head in understanding and said with a sarcastic tone, "That is the property left behind by my family's ancestors. Why would I give it to someone like you?"

"Damn it, how dare you talk back!"

Leng Tian was furious. A wisp of origin energy gathered in his hand and hit Leng Feng's face hard. It made a crisp sound. He cursed as he slapped, "Son of a b * tch, you are not worthy of the surname Leng!"

Slap after slap, Leng Feng's originally delicate and pretty face. He wanted to struggle and fight back. However, he was firmly suppressed by the huge gap in strength. Blood kept flowing out from the corner of his mouth. The tombstone beneath him was also dyed red.

The pain that kept coming from his body was far less painful than the mental pain. Leng Feng forcefully supported his body and said in a hoarse voice, "You... can... hit me, you can... Don't... Don't... Don't insult my mother!"

After saying that, Leng Feng used some unknown force to push Leng Tian away. He pulled the only clean corner of his clothes and carefully wiped the drops of blood on the tombstone.

"Little bastard, it seems you care about your mother, that bitch!"

Leng Tian's mocking words entered his ears again, but Leng Feng did not react at all. At this moment, his eyes were only filled with the dark red spots on the tombstone.

Seeing Leng Feng mechanically wiping the tombstone, Leng Tian wanted to continue chasing after him. But thinking about it, he smiled and said to his little brother behind him, "How can you clean it like this? Go... Take off your pants and help him wash the tombstone!"

Hearing this, their eyes lit up. At the same time, they gave him a thumbs up and praised him continuously.

"Haha, Young Master Leng Tian, you're really too talented!"

"That's right, Brother Tian's method is really amazing, haha!"

Leng Tian smiled and arrogantly waved his hand. His two lackeys swiftly took off their belts and walked towards the tombstone.

Leng Feng, who had been focusing on wiping the tombstone with his back, suddenly turned around. He widened his bloodshot eyes and angrily shouted, "Leng Tian! You beast, do you really have to do something extreme today?"

"Hahaha, so what if I do something extreme?" Leng Tian laughed crazily, and his eyes revealed a greedy light. "Today, I will cripple you, little bastard, and find another reason to kill your father. The ancestral land will all belong to me, won't it?"

"Bastard! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Putong!"

Leng Feng struggled to lunge at the powerful enemy in front of him, but in exchange, he fell to the ground heavily once again. Blood continuously spurted out from the corner of his mouth, and it seemed like he was about to die.

"Son of a b * tch, you really have a big life!"

Leng Tian did not seem to have vented his anger. He called his two lackeys over, pointed at the gravestone, and then pointed at his lower body. He laughed and said, "Go, help this trash clean up."

"Hua Hua..."

Leng Feng, who was on the verge of death, seemed to have realized something. His half-lying body hugged his mother's tombstone tightly. He wanted to use his bloody back to block the dirty urine.

"Mother... I'm sorry. It's all my fault for not having the talent to cultivate and not being able to protect your grave..."

Leng Feng's heart was filled with bitterness. The urine that contained salt washed his wounded back with unbearable pain.

The muddy liquid was mixed with red and yellow colors. It stained his mother's tombstone and Leng Feng's gradually turning cold body.

"Hmph! The little bastard is finally dead. Let's go back and think about how to deal with his father!"

Leng Tian didn't even turn his head. He brought his two lackeys and gradually left. Only Leng Feng, who had been humiliated and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, stayed behind to guard the lonely grave.

"I... Am I going to die... Unfortunately... I can't tell father to be careful."

Leng Feng felt that his life was slowly slipping away. He had completely lost consciousness, but his body could not help but hum. The song that his mother often sang to him when he was a child.

"My soul has returned. My soul has returned. Follow my song and return to my hometown..."

As the song sounded, suddenly, on top of the tombstone, a huge door that was in between reality and reality slowly formed. On it were countless ferocious and strange faces. Some were happy, some were angry, and some were sad.

Then, a ball of golden light suddenly appeared from the depths of the huge door with a whoosh. In the end, it transformed into an old man with white hair and a somewhat hazy figure. After that, the huge door disappeared.

The old man seemed to be very excited. He circled around the place a few times and suddenly burst into wild laughter. "Haha, it's been ten thousand years. I've finally escaped from that damned place!"

"Huh? Why is there a dying baby here?"

The old man stroked his beard and frowned. "It should be this kid singing the Soul Summoning Song that gave me the chance to escape. Forget it!"

After saying that, he separated a strand of extremely powerful soul power from his fingertip and shot it towards Leng Feng who was lying on the ground.

In an instant, the wounds on Leng Feng's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. His consciousness that was gradually dissipating was also pulled back by the old man.

After the time it took to make a cup of tea, Leng Feng opened his pitch-black eyes, and his expression was somewhat confused. "Could it be that I'm not dead yet?"