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His memory jumped back to when he was twenty years old, when a squad of Tian Dou soldiers stormed into the tavern where he worked.
“Lu Feng?
You are suspected of stealing military equipment.”
“I have never…”
“Caught red-handed!”
The soldiers found several pieces of weaponry under the counter—clearly a setup.
During the trial, Lu Jing testified as a “witness”: “I saw him steal it with my own eyes.”
In the fourth year of his imprisonment, the Spirit Empire was established.
As the cell doors opened, the officers of the Spirit Empire addressed the prisoners:
“Those willing to pledge allegiance to Her Majesty the Empress, go to the front lines and atone for your crimes!”
In the recruit training camp, the instructor’s whip lashed his back:
“Useless!
You can’t even learn the most basic fighting techniques!”
“Sir, I…”
“Shut up!
Soldiers of the Spirit Empire don’t need excuses!”
His final memory is set at Jialing Pass.
As the hundred-meter-high wave crashed down, what he couldn’t forget was that indifferent blue figure high in the sky.
“Heh…hehe…”
Lu Feng huddled up in the snow, his tears freezing into icicles as soon as they flowed out.
Memories of his past life gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes.
The harshness and ingratitude of the Lu family of the Ice Sword Sect, and the hypocrisy and ruthlessness of Lu Jing, are personal grudges.
The towering waves that flooded Jialing Pass by Tang San, and the indifferent blue figure overlooking the devastation of millions of lives, represent an act of utter atrocity that disregards the plight of humanity!
“Those who treat human life like dirt…
do they deserve to be called gods?”
Lu Feng whispered between his teeth, the cramps in his stomach and the coldness in his body now fueling his desire for revenge.
“In this life…
I will make all those who have trampled on me pay the price!”
He muttered to himself, but his vision began to go black.
Memories of his past life mingled with the bitter cold of the present, and he knew he had to hold on until his savior appeared.
Just then, the sound of horses’ hooves approached from afar.
A magnificent carriage stopped not far away.
The curtain was lifted, revealing Lu Jian’s imposing face.
Zhang Lan followed closely behind, carrying Lu Jing, who was bundled up tightly, while the servants busied themselves clearing away the snow.
“Dad, there seems to be someone over there…”
Lu Jing’s childish voice rang out, carrying a deliberate concern.
He broke free from Zhang Lan’s embrace, ran to Lu Feng, and feigned surprise:
“Oh!
It’s Brother Feng!”
Lu Jian frowned and approached, but his expression darkened immediately upon recognizing Lu Feng.
“How could it be you, you piece of trash?”
“Dad, Brother Feng seems to be freezing to death…”
Lu Jing turned around and grabbed Lu Jian’s sleeve, his eyes suddenly reddening.
“Let’s save him, okay?
Although…
although he’s a thief and always bullies me…”
Zhang Lan immediately exclaimed in a shrill voice, “What?
Jing’er, why didn’t you say so sooner!”
“I…I’m afraid my parents will be angry…”
Lu Jing sobbed, “Brother Feng said back then that if I dared to tell on him, he would push me into the frozen lake…”
Lu Feng forced himself to lift his head and hissed, “You…you’re talking nonsense…”
“That’s enough!”
Lu Jian roared, “A leopard can’t change its spots!
Playing dead here just to gain sympathy, isn’t it?”
Lu Jing hid behind Zhang Lan, revealing a mocking smile that only Lu Feng could see, but said softly:
“Brother Feng, as long as you admit your mistake, your parents will forgive you…”
The pent-up anger of two generations erupted at this moment.
Lu Feng suddenly straightened his back, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the family:
“Lu Jing!
You and your parents are just like…
beasts in human skin!”
“presumptuous!”
Lu Jian flew into a rage, and the pressure of the Soul Emperor was suddenly released.
Six Soul Rings, one yellow, one purple, one black, lit up, and the surrounding snow instantly evaporated.
Lu Jing, “startled,” threw himself into Zhang Lan’s arms: “Mom!
Brother Feng is so fierce!
He’s not going to hit me, is he?”
“You little bastard, you insulted Jing’er and now you want to hit him!”
Zhang Lan shrieked, “Husband, teach him a lesson!”
Lu Jian raised his hand and waved it, a sharp burst of energy lashing out like a whip across Lu Feng’s chest.
“puff–”
Lu Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood, his small body crashing heavily into the boulder.
“Trash is trash.”
Lu Jian sneered, “You can’t even withstand one-tenth of my soul power.”
Lu Jing peeked out from Zhang Lan’s arms and said timidly:
“Father, Brother Feng doesn’t seem to be moving…
Could he be dead?”
“It’s better to die.”
Lu Jian spat at Lu Feng, who was lying in a pool of blood, and said, “Let’s go.”
A sinister smile of triumph appeared on Lu Jing’s youthful face as the sound of the carriage wheels rolling over the snow gradually faded into the wind and snow.
Lu Feng lay in the biting snow, warm blood constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth, spreading a glaring red across the pale snow.
Consciousness is like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
The physical pain gradually became numb, replaced by a sense of emptiness, as if falling into an endless abyss.
“Am I going to…
die here again…?”
He vaguely thought that the suffocating feeling of being swallowed by giant waves in his past life overlapped with the eerie cold of this moment.
Resentment and bitterness surged within him, but they could not overcome the weakness caused by the passing of life.
Just as Lu Feng’s consciousness was about to completely sink into darkness—
[Ding!
The system has detected the host’s strong will to survive and obsession with revenge, which meets the system binding requirements…]
[Shocking!
System binding in progress…
10%…
50%…
100%!]
[Binding successful!
Host: Lu Feng]
A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out from the depths of his mind, as if a thunderbolt had cleaved through the chaos.
A semi-transparent light screen appeared in Lu Feng’s mind, with mysterious runes flowing through it.
[New player gift pack has been distributed, would you like to open it?]
His survival instinct kicked in, and with his last ounce of will, he roared, “Open it!”
[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: Innate Full Soul Power!]
[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the God-level martial soul: Flame God Halberd!]
“boom–!”
A surge of scorching, powerful energy erupted from his dantian, washing over his frozen limbs and bones like a burst dam!
The originally depleted meridians were forcibly widened, and level 10 soul power was poured in frantically.
Wherever it passed, the chill disappeared, and even the severe pain in his chest gradually subsided.
Even more astonishing changes followed.
The void behind Lu Feng twisted, and a phantom of a battle halberd wrapped in dark red flames slowly emerged!
The moment the halberd appeared, the snowflakes falling around it evaporated into white mist a few feet away, and the snow underfoot began to melt.
Lu Feng suddenly sat up from the pool of blood, looking incredulously at his hands that had become strong again.
Snowflakes fluttered down, but soul power surged within his body, filling him with an unprecedented sense of power.
With a slight thought, the burning Flame God Halberd transformed into a stream of light and entered his body.
“Power…is this soul power?!”
Lu Feng clenched his fists, a flame of revenge burning in his eyes.
“In this life, I will never let the tragedy of the flooding of Jialing Pass repeat itself!”
It wasn’t until the setting sun dyed the snowfield blood-red that a dilapidated wooden cart creaked and groaned as it approached.
An elderly couple wearing patched cotton-padded coats were sitting in the car.
“Child, what are you doing here all alone in this freezing weather?”
The old man reined in the skinny donkey, his cloudy eyes filled with concern.
The old woman got out of the car shakily, saw the bloodstains on Lu Feng’s clothes, and exclaimed:
“Ouch!
Why are you injured?”
Lu Feng lowered his eyes and slightly modified his account of what he had encountered:
“This young man was harmed by wicked people and ended up here…”
The old woman wiped the bloodstains from his face with a rough handkerchief and sighed to her husband:
“Look how cold this baby is, he’s about the same size as our Gouwa was back then…”
The old man paused for a moment, then patted the cart:
“My surname is Chen.
How about…
coming back to Di’ao City with us?
It’s better than freezing to death in the wilderness.”
Lu Feng was shocked—the blurry face of his benefactor from his past life had finally become clear!
He bowed deeply: “I will never forget the kindness of you two elders in saving my life!”