Many people in the audience thought that Qi Bei would either die or be severely injured, but little did they expect that this kid only fainted for a while and then stood up again. His appearance was as if nothing had happened except for his charred skin.
At this moment, Qi Bei’s father, Raymond Nord, and the High Priest of the Temple walked over.
The High Priest approached Qi Bei and placed both hands on his head, reciting a string of obscure magic spells. Suddenly, a pale green light full of vitality enveloped his body.
A miraculous thing happened – Qi Bei’s charred skin fell off little by little, revealing white and tender skin that looked even more delicate than a young girl’s.
When Qi Bei was completely charred and his clothes were reduced to a few scraps, he didn’t feel any shame. But now, with his white skin exposed, the feeling was completely different.
From the changes in the gazes of many women around him, it was clear that they were like wolves and tigers, seemingly wanting to devour Qi Bei whole.
“Big Brother Qi Bei, your skin is now even better than mine!” exclaimed Feng Ruoyu next to him, reaching out and touching his chest.
This is indecent…
Qi Bei felt embarrassed and immediately took the clothes of a young man from his clan next to him to cover up his exposed skin, but he did not notice the shock in the High Priest’s eyes.
The main engagement ceremony was already over, and Qi Bei and Princess Ming Yue had officially made their vows. But with the disturbance caused by Feng Tian, no one was in the mood, so the rest of the engagement ceremony was hastily concluded.
……………
Late at night, on a solitary mountain.
Feng Tian stood on the mountaintop, and the scary wound on his neck and face had already scabbed over, but his whole body was covered in blood stains that he had not cleaned off. He stood in the strong mountain wind like a wooden stake.
The burning shame in his heart was scorching his soul, and the scene of that humiliation kept flashing in front of his eyes, causing his gaze to sometimes turn crazy and sometimes bewildered. His ghastly face was twisted to the extreme.
‘Feng Tian, you have always satisfied me since you were born, except for one thing – you have had too smooth of a journey so far and have not experienced any setbacks or frustrations. For a strong person, this is a fatal flaw.’
‘Grandfather, isn’t it good to have a smooth journey?’
‘Life has always been full of twists and turns, with highs and lows. When a person keeps going up smoothly, they will experience more pain when they fall down one day. Success can make one proud, but setbacks can make one strong. A strong person who has not experienced setbacks and humiliation can only be called a hero of the moment, but cannot be called the hero of a lifetime. Feng Tian, remember what Grandpa said. If someone humiliates you, you must not let the humiliation control you, but should control the humiliation and then return it to your opponent a hundredfold.’
‘I understand.’
For some reason, while standing in a daze Feng Tian suddenly remembered a conversation he had with his grandfather two years ago.
At that time, Feng Tian was just rising to fame in Heavenly Mountain Peak, and his grandfather was an elder there, so he felt superior to everyone.
That day, his grandfather suddenly spoke these words to him, but they went in one ear and out the other for Feng Tian. He didn’t take it seriously at all. The next day, his grandfather closed his eyes forever.
The memory of this conversation that suddenly came to him made Feng Tian feel enlightened.
“Grandpa, I understand now.” Feng Tian’s twisted face slowly returned to normal, but the scar on his face still looked hideous.
“Qi Bei of the Nord family. Today’s humiliation will be paid back a hundredfold tomorrow. I was filled with anger, only because I treated you as an ant before. But now, I see you as my opponent.” Feng Tian yelled to the sky and spoke each word coldly. At this moment, it seemed like he had transformed himself.
….
Presently, Qi Bei was lying on the ground, with Huan Ying’s soft hands pressing on him. He didn’t know that his sword did not destroy Feng Tian, but instead helped him to undergo a baptism of the heart.
However, Qi Bei was a carefree person by nature who didn’t bother to think too much. To him, the moment Feng Tian attacked him, they became mortal enemies. If they are enemies, what does it matter what their identities are? Since Feng Tian dared to make a move, he wouldn’t care about his identity.
“Oh, ah, feels good. A little to the left, yes, focus on that spot. I can take it,” Qi Bei moaned in pleasure.
Huan Ying’s face turned red and she couldn’t help but pinch him on the shoulders, saying, “Young Master, can’t you shut up?”
“Huan Ying, you’re so heartless. My body is still injured,” Qi Bei complained.
“Injured? Young Master, go take a look in the mirror. There isn’t even a scratch on your whole body,” Huan Ying retorted.
Qi Bei turned around and grabbed Huan Ying’s small hand, pressing it against his chest, and said, “My heart is injured. Of course, you can’t tell from my appearance.”
“Young Master…” Huan Ying blushed.
“Hmm?” Qi Bei’s other hand quietly reached toward Huan Ying’s perky butt.
“Young Master’s skin is so tender now. When I touch it, it feels like I’m touching a woman,” Huan Ying said while lowering her head, but a hint of cunning flashed through her beautiful eyes.
Qi Bei’s hand froze in midair, and then he fell limp, lying spread-eagled. His heart really was injured…
“I want to sunbathe. Damn, this is so frustrating,” Qi Bei shouted indignantly.
Just then, Jin Gang pushed the door open and hummed, “Young Master, someone from the Patriarch’s side has come to deliver a message, telling you to go to the Ancestral Hall immediately.”
Now? Qi Bei sat up, a sudden doubt rising in his mind. It was so late at night, what urgent matter did the old man have to find him now?
Qi Bei got dressed hastily and went to the Ancestral Hall.
Outside the gate of the ancestral hall, the guards were standing in a strict formation. At the sight of this scene, Qi Bei’s heart suddenly tightened.
Could it be that an old enemy had sent someone to seek revenge on him, or that Feng Tian had already found a backer in Heavenly Mountain Peak to support him? How shameless! As a powerful King-grade thunder mage of a Holy Land, he was defeated by Qi Bei, a mere Intermediate warrior. Now he still had face to seek help from others!
Upon entering the ancestral hall, however, Qi Bei found that only the patriarch Kurt Nord, his father Raymond, and his eldest brother Huai’an were present. All three of them looked serious.
“Qi Bei, come and pay your respects to our ancestors,” Kurt said in a hoarse voice.
Qi Bei responded and knelt down in front of the ancestral tablet, performing the ritual of worship respectfully.
After the worship was over, Kurt took out a small black box and handed it to Qi Bei, saying, “This is the document of your fief. You will set out for West Spirit City immediately.”
“What?” Qi Bei opened his mouth wide, surprised by the unexpected order to leave in the middle of the night.
Ignoring Qi Bei’s reaction, Kurt said, “Xiao Jiu and Thirteen, come out.” (TL : Xiao Jiu = Little Nine )
Two figures wrapped in black robes appeared before Kurt in a ghostly manner and respectfully greeted him, “Greetings, master.”
“From now on, I am no longer your master, Qi Bei is. Follow him,” Kurt said.
Many people in the audience thought that Qi Bei would either die or be severely injured, but little did they expect that this kid only fainted for a while and then stood up again. His appearance was as if nothing had happened except for his charred skin.
At this moment, Qi Bei’s father, Raymond Nord, and the High Priest of the Temple walked over.
The High Priest approached Qi Bei and placed both hands on his head, reciting a string of obscure magic spells. Suddenly, a pale green light full of vitality enveloped his body.
A miraculous thing happened – Qi Bei’s charred skin fell off little by little, revealing white and tender skin that looked even more delicate than a young girl’s.
When Qi Bei was completely charred and his clothes were reduced to a few scraps, he didn’t feel any shame. But now, with his white skin exposed, the feeling was completely different.
From the changes in the gazes of many women around him, it was clear that they were like wolves and tigers, seemingly wanting to devour Qi Bei whole.
“Big Brother Qi Bei, your skin is now even better than mine!” exclaimed Feng Ruoyu next to him, reaching out and touching his chest.
This is indecent…
Qi Bei felt embarrassed and immediately took the clothes of a young man from his clan next to him to cover up his exposed skin, but he did not notice the shock in the High Priest’s eyes.
The main engagement ceremony was already over, and Qi Bei and Princess Ming Yue had officially made their vows. But with the disturbance caused by Feng Tian, no one was in the mood, so the rest of the engagement ceremony was hastily concluded.
……………
Late at night, on a solitary mountain.
Feng Tian stood on the mountaintop, and the scary wound on his neck and face had already scabbed over, but his whole body was covered in blood stains that he had not cleaned off. He stood in the strong mountain wind like a wooden stake.
The burning shame in his heart was scorching his soul, and the scene of that humiliation kept flashing in front of his eyes, causing his gaze to sometimes turn crazy and sometimes bewildered. His ghastly face was twisted to the extreme.
‘Feng Tian, you have always satisfied me since you were born, except for one thing – you have had too smooth of a journey so far and have not experienced any setbacks or frustrations. For a strong person, this is a fatal flaw.’
‘Grandfather, isn’t it good to have a smooth journey?’
‘Life has always been full of twists and turns, with highs and lows. When a person keeps going up smoothly, they will experience more pain when they fall down one day. Success can make one proud, but setbacks can make one strong. A strong person who has not experienced setbacks and humiliation can only be called a hero of the moment, but cannot be called the hero of a lifetime. Feng Tian, remember what Grandpa said. If someone humiliates you, you must not let the humiliation control you, but should control the humiliation and then return it to your opponent a hundredfold.’
‘I understand.’
For some reason, while standing in a daze Feng Tian suddenly remembered a conversation he had with his grandfather two years ago.
At that time, Feng Tian was just rising to fame in Heavenly Mountain Peak, and his grandfather was an elder there, so he felt superior to everyone.
That day, his grandfather suddenly spoke these words to him, but they went in one ear and out the other for Feng Tian. He didn’t take it seriously at all. The next day, his grandfather closed his eyes forever.
The memory of this conversation that suddenly came to him made Feng Tian feel enlightened.
“Grandpa, I understand now.” Feng Tian’s twisted face slowly returned to normal, but the scar on his face still looked hideous.
“Qi Bei of the Nord family. Today’s humiliation will be paid back a hundredfold tomorrow. I was filled with anger, only because I treated you as an ant before. But now, I see you as my opponent.” Feng Tian yelled to the sky and spoke each word coldly. At this moment, it seemed like he had transformed himself.
….
Presently, Qi Bei was lying on the ground, with Huan Ying’s soft hands pressing on him. He didn’t know that his sword did not destroy Feng Tian, but instead helped him to undergo a baptism of the heart.
However, Qi Bei was a carefree person by nature who didn’t bother to think too much. To him, the moment Feng Tian attacked him, they became mortal enemies. If they are enemies, what does it matter what their identities are? Since Feng Tian dared to make a move, he wouldn’t care about his identity.
“Oh, ah, feels good. A little to the left, yes, focus on that spot. I can take it,” Qi Bei moaned in pleasure.
Huan Ying’s face turned red and she couldn’t help but pinch him on the shoulders, saying, “Young Master, can’t you shut up?”
“Huan Ying, you’re so heartless. My body is still injured,” Qi Bei complained.
“Injured? Young Master, go take a look in the mirror. There isn’t even a scratch on your whole body,” Huan Ying retorted.
Qi Bei turned around and grabbed Huan Ying’s small hand, pressing it against his chest, and said, “My heart is injured. Of course, you can’t tell from my appearance.”
“Young Master…” Huan Ying blushed.
“Hmm?” Qi Bei’s other hand quietly reached toward Huan Ying’s perky butt.
“Young Master’s skin is so tender now. When I touch it, it feels like I’m touching a woman,” Huan Ying said while lowering her head, but a hint of cunning flashed through her beautiful eyes.
Qi Bei’s hand froze in midair, and then he fell limp, lying spread-eagled. His heart really was injured…
“I want to sunbathe. Damn, this is so frustrating,” Qi Bei shouted indignantly.
Just then, Jin Gang pushed the door open and hummed, “Young Master, someone from the Patriarch’s side has come to deliver a message, telling you to go to the Ancestral Hall immediately.”
Now? Qi Bei sat up, a sudden doubt rising in his mind. It was so late at night, what urgent matter did the old man have to find him now?
Qi Bei got dressed hastily and went to the Ancestral Hall.
Outside the gate of the ancestral hall, the guards were standing in a strict formation. At the sight of this scene, Qi Bei’s heart suddenly tightened.
Could it be that an old enemy had sent someone to seek revenge on him, or that Feng Tian had already found a backer in Heavenly Mountain Peak to support him? How shameless! As a powerful King-grade thunder mage of a Holy Land, he was defeated by Qi Bei, a mere Intermediate warrior. Now he still had face to seek help from others!
Upon entering the ancestral hall, however, Qi Bei found that only the patriarch Kurt Nord, his father Raymond, and his eldest brother Huai’an were present. All three of them looked serious.
“Qi Bei, come and pay your respects to our ancestors,” Kurt said in a hoarse voice.
Qi Bei responded and knelt down in front of the ancestral tablet, performing the ritual of worship respectfully.
After the worship was over, Kurt took out a small black box and handed it to Qi Bei, saying, “This is the document of your fief. You will set out for West Spirit City immediately.”
“What?” Qi Bei opened his mouth wide, surprised by the unexpected order to leave in the middle of the night.
Ignoring Qi Bei’s reaction, Kurt said, “Xiao Jiu and Thirteen, come out.” (TL : Xiao Jiu = Little Nine )
Two figures wrapped in black robes appeared before Kurt in a ghostly manner and respectfully greeted him, “Greetings, master.”
“From now on, I am no longer your master, Qi Bei is. Follow him,” Kurt said.
