Tianqi Continent.
Moluo Kingdom, Qing’an City.
“You think someone like you can be the heir? You even want to marry Murong Feng? Why don’t you take a piss in the pig manure and look at your own reflection first! You ugly monster!”
Feng Wuxin, the eldest young lady of the Feng family, was holding a fire whip, her brow furrowed with an uncontrollable rage. She lashed the whip across the face of the pale, frail woman imprisoned in the pig cage.
Feng Wuxie was in so much pain she almost fainted!
Instantly, flames spread along the whip. The wound on Feng Wuxie’s face began to burn as a dark, bloody scar cruelly ruined the beauty that the world had once praised. The scorched wound emitted a burnt smell, and the skin on both sides peeled outward, a gruesome sight.
For this lash, Feng Wuxin had used Soul Power.
“Big sister… Wuxie will be good, I’ll be good, please don’t hit Wuxie…”
The dim-witted Feng Wuxie vomited blood while tears streamed down her face, looking at Feng Wuxin with grievance. Her originally innocent and innocent eyes gradually showed signs of begging. With her low intelligence, she completely failed to understand why her big sister was suddenly whipping her.
Feng Wuxin was in a fit of rage; how could she listen to her?
In her eyes, Feng Wuxie was nothing more than a dispensable fool in the Feng Manor.
In Qing’an City of the Moluo Kingdom, almost every three-year-old child possessed Soul Power, let alone a member of the third-ranked great family that gained fame every year in the city’s tournament arena.
The grand Feng Manor, relying on its profound martial arts heritage, had for centuries focused on cultivating the legitimate heir as its primary goal. Feng Wuxin had known this since childhood. Under the guidance of her mother and master, she had focused on controlling Soul Power and practicing martial arts almost from the moment she could walk!
Over fifteen years, she finally grew into the genius Soul Artist with the highest level of Soul Power among the Feng family’s children.
Yet, she still couldn’t be the candidate for the Feng family heir!
Simply because she wasn’t from the legitimate line!
She glared hatefully at the trembling Feng Wuxie, who was locked in the pig cage, reeking of a foul stench from eating and sleeping with pigs for a long time.
—All of this was because of Feng Wuxie! This Waste who didn’t have a shred of Soul Power! This low-intelligence fool! This shame of the family! This laughingstock of Qing’an City!
But Feng Wuxie just had to be from the legitimate line!
Even if she was a Waste, a fool, a shame, and a laughingstock, that old man, the Head of the Family, still doted on her to the heavens!
Not only was Feng Wuxie on the list of heir candidates, but he even used the family’s inherited martial manual—Flying Phoenix Governing the Heavens—as a dowry to betroth her to Murong Feng, the legitimate young master of the number one family, the Murong clan.
How could she not hate?
Whenever Feng Wuxin thought of that elegant, peerlessly handsome, and renowned legendary gentleman, she wished she could kill Feng Wuxie.
The Head of the Family had been in seclusion for three years. During these three years, she had bribed the servants in charge of the pig cage and secretly locked Feng Wuxie in this stinking cage, making her live with pigs every day!
Who told her to be born as stupid as a pig?
Today, Feng Wuxin met Young Master Murong Feng again. Murong Feng had told her with a face full of regret: “It is a pity that this Young Master has long been betrothed to your legitimate younger sister, Feng Wuxie. Otherwise, I would certainly admire your Soul Cultivation talent and celestial beauty, Eldest Miss Feng… What a pity, what a pity…”
As soon as she heard those words, her anger flared up again!
Feng Wuxie, why do you, a mere Waste and retard, obstruct me at every turn?
Still not satisfied, Feng Wuxin poured seventy percent of her Soul Power into the fire whip and continued to lash out at Feng Wuxie.
Crack! Pop! The fire whip struck the iron cage, creating blinding sparks. Lash after lash fell continuously onto Feng Wuxie’s face and body…
Blood flowed, the pain was unbearable, and her flesh was torn open!
Soon, Feng Wuxie was on the verge of death.
“Big sister… Wuxie was wrong…”
Feng Wuxie begged humbly. With every word she spoke, she spat out a large mouthful of blood. She tried to reach out and grab the hem of Feng Wuxin’s skirt.
But her hands were too dirty and reeked of stench. The moment they touched the hem of the skirt, it only enraged Feng Wuxin further—
“Get lost!”
Feng Wuxin’s eyes were full of disdain. She raised a foot in disgust and kicked Feng Wuxie back.
This time, Feng Wuxie fell completely silent.
Seeing Feng Wuxie collapsed in the pig cage without getting back up for a long time, Feng Wuxin clenched her fists. She cautiously stepped forward, enduring the nauseating smell of the pig cage, and reached out to check her pulse.
…Dead?!
Dammit, she hadn’t held back; she had whipped Feng Wuxie to death!
If that old man, the Head of the Family, found out about this, she would surely pay a heavy price!
By then, forget the position of heir—she might even be expelled from the family!
The first rule of the family was: No child of the Feng family shall kill their own kin!
Feng Wuxin grew scared. She looked around for a while, and after confirming no one was there, she quickly slipped away.
A bloody corpse was left lying in the pig cage in the backyard of the Feng Manor, ignored by everyone for a long time.
Until twilight descended and stars began to rise.
Suddenly! A stunning starlight streaked across the sky, leaving a daunting trail of fire in the night sky as it fell to the mortal world.
The light flashed and vanished; the silence remained undisturbed.
The silent corpse in the pig cage seemed to twitch its finger…
Feng Wuxie snapped her eyes open!
That gaze was completely different from the previous cowardice, timidity, and stupidity. Having shed its former cloudiness, it became as clear as a deep pool at the bottom of a valley.
The first thing she saw was a large black pig nuzzling beside her…
“Crap!” Feng Wuxie couldn’t help but roar in her heart. “The fighter jet exploded and I’m actually not dead yet?! What the hell is this place! Am I being nuzzled by a freaking pig?!”