Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Yuanwu Continent, respect for one's martial arts!

Zhao Family Manor, was an unremarkable small villa outside the Bali City s of the northwest of Yuanwu Continent.

It could be called a backwater.

On the edge of the forest near the cliff outside the manor lay a pale and frail youth. The mountain breeze blew past, causing the youth's brows to tremble a few times. Then, his eyes suddenly opened.

The instant he opened his eyes, he was stupefied.

"What's going on?"

"Didn't I, Ye Feng, get hit by a car? "Why are you here?"

No noise, no traffic lights, no truck. His surroundings were so quiet that it caused Ye Feng to be stunned. Two words inexplicably floated up in his mind …

"Transcending?"

He lowered his head to look at his clothes. His hands and feet, which had not fully grown open yet, were not his original body.

After a long while, Ye Feng remained silent.

He was an orphan from a poor little mountain village in the northwest. Relying on his hard work, he entered China's number one university. After graduation, he made a name for himself in the imperial city within a few years. However, no one had expected that on the night they went to the venue to receive their prize, they would encounter a car accident and be struck by the Yuanwu Continent, a world where strength reigned supreme.

After adjusting his breathing, Ye Feng started to organize the messy thoughts in his mind. After he understood the current situation, he frowned.

There was no other reason.

The history and background of the previous owner of this body was truly to the point where it was a tragic sight to behold.

He was also known as Ye Feng, fifteen years old, and was the only son of the former Manor Lord.

It didn't sound too bad, but the main problem was that Ye Family Villa was already like a wisp of smoke in the sky, and right now, there was no such thing as "Ye Family Villa" within the range of the Bali City.

Seven years ago, when Ye Feng was eight years old, his father Ye Tian had mysteriously disappeared. And what made Ye Feng even more surprised, was that after one incident after another, all of the relatives and friends that he had with Ye Family had either died or disappeared. In just a few short years, the Ye Clan members had died multiple times, and currently, only Ye Feng and, the sister, were left.

Ye Family Manor had naturally become Zhao Family Manor, and Manor Lord was Ye Tian's sworn little brother back then.

To Ye Feng, who was an orphan, this was actually nothing. What made him depressed was that the original owner of this body, Ye Feng, was actually a trash who could not awaken the body of a Martial Vein. Without talent for cultivation, he could not even become the most basic warrior.

In this world where only martial arts were revered, not being able to awaken the Martial Vein and become the Martial Cultivator was a complete piece of trash without any dignity at all.

As a result, Ye Feng's life naturally fell into hell, and Young Master Ye Family became an outsider with no surname Zhao. Furthermore, he was a trash who couldn't even cultivate.

From that day onwards, Ye Feng led an inhumane life, getting bullied every day.

insult, sneer, taunt, scold...

Although his Ye Family had been removed, there was still Ye Feng, the young master, who was still alive. As long as the person surnamed Ye did not die, changing the name of Zhao Family Manor would not make sense. Therefore, he would encounter all sorts of unjustifiable difficulties everyday. Ye Feng could only bear with it and stubbornly live on like a cockroach with her little sister, Hua Ling.

Until this morning …

Deacon Zhao Tianle suddenly called Ye Feng over, saying that young master Zhao Lun was about to reach the fifth stage of the Warrior s Qi Transformation Stage, and urgently needed medicine to break through the bottleneck, so Ye Feng could find a 100-year-old ginseng.

A hundred years old ginseng.

This kind of rare object, could only be found in the depths of the manor's Great Black Forest, but what kind of place was Great Black Forest? There was a powerful and terrifying Demonic Beast here, so let alone an ordinary person like Ye Feng, even if a Martial Cultivator with 3-4 levels of cultivation were to enter, he would definitely not even be able to see the shadow of a 100-year-old ginseng and would turn into a pile of dregs.

Ye Feng revealed a slight resistance and took Deacon Zhao's slap ruthlessly. The original Ye Feng only had enough time to walk to this place before collapsing, so the Ye Feng who had teleported to this place could take over instead.

Thinking about it, Ye Feng's eyes flashed with anger.

Predictably.

The Ye Feng from before had already been beaten to death, and if he did not return the hundred years old ginseng, he would definitely be beaten to death a second time …

However, he was no longer someone who was easily mocked and toyed with!

Ye Feng's lips curled into a cold smile.

"..."

"Little trash, so you were hiding here. You made it easy for me to find you!"

Just as Ye Feng was thinking about how to deal with the next step, a domineering voice came from a mountain road a few dozen meters away.

"Deacon told you to find a hundred year old ginseng, yet you dare to be lazy?"

This person's name was Zhao Hann, and Ye Feng was not unfamiliar with him. He was usually around the Deacon, or more accurately speaking, he was a dog by Zhao Tianle's side, and the number of times he bullied Ye Feng, he would definitely rank in the top three.

In the past, Ye Feng could only keep a distance and avoid as he pleased.

But today, he didn't want to avoid anything.

Even if he could not awaken the Martial Vein and become a Martial Cultivator, the current Ye Feng would not be bullied like in the past.

What was Zhao Tianle's purpose in sending him to find me? Did he want to confirm that he was dead? Thinking about that, Ye Feng's eyes became gloomy, the anger in his heart soared, but in a moment he calmed down, raised his head and asked: What do you want to find me for?

He was not stupid enough to want to fight Zhao Hann head on.

Zhao Hann was a Martial Cultivator with a warrior of the Second Stage. Although he had at most awakened two or three Martial Vein and his talent in cultivation was trash, he was still a Martial Cultivator. It was more than enough to deal with the current Ye Feng with just one hand.

"Little trash, are you playing dumb or acting cute? As long as you follow the Deacon loyally and listen to the words of the Deacon, why would he let you go to the Great Black Forest to die? " Zhao Hann said as he sinisterly stared at Ye Feng.

"What do you mean?" Ye Feng immediately became more alert.

Seeing him in such a state, Zhao Hann laughed coldly: "Idiot. You're so stupid that you can't be saved, you don't even know you have a treasure at home. Don't you see that the Deacon has set his sights on your sister? "

"As long as you obediently offer your sister Hua Ling up to Deacon, and become her family, who would dare bully you, Zhao Family Manor?"

"What?"

Ye Feng grinded his steel teeth, his fists clenched tightly under his sleeves, but he did not make a sound.

So it was like this?

's figure flashed past Ye Feng's mind. Although Hua Ling was only thirteen years old, she had appeared like a budding bud. She was pure and beautiful, no wonder Zhao Tianle had peeked at him.