Chapter 3
Tian Ping struggled to get up, his body feeling foreign yet powerful. As he stood, a surge of energy coursed through him, invigorating every fiber of his being. “I directly broke through six stages, shaping my dantian... and it’s a yellow dantian!” His eyes widened in awe at the sharp power pulsing within him, a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced. He felt the Zhen energy swirling, alive within him, resonating with a fierce determination.
But as the adrenaline faded, a dark realization gripped his heart. “What is this power if I can’t even escape the cruelty of my own family?”
“CHEN FENG, THAT BASTARD!” he shouted, fury igniting within him. With a wild swing, he punched a nearby tree, his arm slicing through the wood with a sickening crack. Instead of feeling amazed at his newfound strength, his mind was clouded with memories of pain and torment—the laughter of his half-siblings, the disdainful glares, the endless bullying.
“Since my own family wants me dead, once I become stronger, I’ll return the favor,” he vowed, his voice low and resolute. The weight of his circumstances bore down on him, but within that weight, he found a spark of motivation. He knew the road ahead would be long and treacherous, yet the thought of revenge ignited a fire within him.
With clenched fists and a heart filled with vengeance, he walked deeper into the forest, the echoes of his rage resonating through the trees. Each step felt purposeful, a promise to himself that he would rise above his circumstances. The world had been cruel, but it wouldn’t keep him down forever.
Back at the estate
“Brother Feng, where have you been?” Chen Xie shouted, her voice cheerful as she jumped toward her brother.
“Hm, I took care of that garbage brother of ours,” Chen Feng replied, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.
“Took care of what? What do you mean?” she asked, still smiling, unaware of the malice hidden behind his words.
“You’ll find out soon,” he laughed darkly. “Call the rest of our siblings.”
“Yes brother” she hurries off to gather her brothers and sister.
Inside the lavish dining hall, the air buzzed with anticipation. Chen Feng stood at the head of the table, a glass of wine clutched in his hand, a sinister smile curling his lips. “Brothers, sisters, you must be wondering why I called you all on such short notice,” he began, his voice smooth and dripping with arrogance.
“Get this over with, I have better things to do,” Chen Mo grumbled, annoyance etched on his face as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.
“Hey, take it easy, Brother Mo! Let’s hear what Brother Feng has to say!” Chen Yuan interjected, his eyes wide with curiosity, glancing nervously at the aura radiating from Chen Mo.
Chen Ren, resting her head on the table, mumbled, “Can you all just shut up so I can leave?” Her voice was muffled, but her annoyance was clear.
“I’ll get to it now, don’t worry,” Chen Feng said, his grin widening, eyes glinting with mischief. “I called you all here to let you know… that bastard Tian Ping is dead.”
The room fell silent, the tension thickening as his words sunk in. The siblings exchanged glances, shock and disbelief etched on their faces.
“What do you mean, dead?” Chen Xie asked, her voice trembling slightly, a flicker of worry passing through her eyes.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” Chen Feng replied, his confidence unwavering. “I took care of him… for good.”
A smirk played on his lips, but in that moment, a hint of doubt crossed his mind, flickering like a candle flame.
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