Chapter 6: The mysterious feeling

"Lin,if you don't give me an explanation now,you won't leave this room with your teeths" Zhao Wei angry voice rang out from the room, his face vivid with rage.

"Old Wei, you didn't even offer me a tea, questioning me as soon as you see me, didn't you miss your capable subordinate?" Uncle Lin that was sitting across a table from Zhao wei said, his expression carefree and nonchalant.

He didn't look like he was talking to his master at all, but rather, his friend ,a close one.

Zhao Wei's face is still expressing his rage and dissatisfaction

"you know you want me to give you tea but didn't come see me as soon as you arrive, you even have the gut to beat up my son, do you believe I can lope off your head right now?"

Zhao wei was really angry at this bastard, how dare he beat up my son, even if Zhao feng is useless, he's still my son .

Sigh! "Old man,why are you acting like I bite his flesh off,I was just testing his skills,must he become a waste before you handle him with iron grip,huh ?"

"What waste!, you bastard,my son is just being childish, when he grows up a little, he'll start to cultivate, afterall,he is the son of I ,a dragon amongst men, you think he'll become a waste?!"

Uncle Lin only shook his head in response as he really couldn't understand this Wei's mindset,they both have crossed mountain of corpse and sea of fire while they were young, together. They both matured at a very young age,they saw and experienced the cruelty of this world at a very young age, how could he watch his son become a liability? , How?

Shouldn't he know the dangers of this world better than anyone else?!.

Zhao wei saw Lin's expression and understood his mind,there is no words needed,they both understand each other.

He understands that his friend has his best at mind but just couldn't help but get angry when he remembered his son's agonizing cry ,his heart almost bled.

Sigh! "Bastard, shouldn't you have asked for my permission first?" Zhao Wei expression softened as he asked,he looked away in guilt,his eyes unfocused as he reminiscent about the past.

Lin's voice also softened as he said "Feng'er wouldn't be happy to see her son like that.... since your heart can't bear it, just leave it to me, I'll be more lenient next time. As for Zhao Xixi, I'm still finding the best place for her"

"Both your children must surpass your legacy, Wei, it's a must!" Lin added, his expression solemn

Zhao wei just glanced at him in silence, his eyes holding untold pain and sorrow.

After some minutes of silence, Zhao wei asked "how is the Dark field?"

Lin got more serious as he said "we only have ten years at most,that, if luck is on our side,if not....." His words remain unfinished but Zhao Wei understood clearly,there is no time,in a cultivation world,ten years is not long at all.

"What about the other old men?" Zhao wei asked

"Everyone can't be any more ready "

Lin answered.

"Okay.....you should go have rest , you've tried " Zhao wei said in concern

"Don't say that old man, it's all our responsibility " Lin said then took his leave.

Zhao feng was lying on his bed in his room as he gazed at the room ceiling, his gaze holding a mixture of expression, anger, sadness and pain . The room smelled of medicine.

'Did the novels lied to me? ' he thought to himself as a tear rolled down his eyes ,

Didn't those novels say that young masters enjoy a carefree and prodigal life, so why is my situation so different?,I got beaten up twice since I came here,why did I have to come to this family?, I just want to go back to earth ,I can't endure this every week,I just can't. My student life was not painful at all compared to this'. Another tear rolled down his eyes as he got lost in a torrent of thoughts.

"Young master, please stop crying, uncle Lin has always been known to be ruthless on battlefield, it's just the first time he's being mean to you" Haozi's choked voice rang out,his face wet with tears, he just couldn't bear the sight of his master's pitiful appearance,his body was swollen and bandaged in many places.

Zhao Xixi tiny voice also rang out "didn't I tell you to be serious with your cultivation, see now, uncle Lin has got mean to you "

Her voice is devoid of her usual tone,it even sounded a bit choked.

"When will my body recover?" Zhao feng cold voice rang out

"In three days at most,I took the best medicine in the pharmacy. Haozi was concerned, hearing Zhao feng's cold voice,his voice has always been light and playful.

"Okay,both of you go out" he told them.

After a moment of hesitation,they both went out of the room.

Zhao feng glanced at his fury points

Fury point:10,109

His usual excitement wasn't there as he added points repeatedly to the cultivation technique

'Sanctum sword technique: Initial stage reached

'Sanctum sword technique; begining stage reached

'Sanctum sword technique:mid stage reached

'Sanctum sword technique:late stage reached

'Sanctum sword technique:peak stage reached.

Zhao feng didn't stop adding points till he reached the peak level of the technique.

His body shook continuously as he added the points non stop,his body itched as a mysterious power filled his body,he felt different, his breath become more concealed,his heart more calm,his body felt foreign to him as the mysterious power swirl non stop inside him.

Then his body swell reduced at a shocking rate ,his bruised body cleared and clean, looking as brand as new.

Zhao feng got out of his bed, his movement silent and mysterious,he looked at his body,he felt a tingling pain on his body as his gaze felt like a sword that pricked him continuously.

He then went to stand in front of the mirror,he took off his loose robe and bandages and dropped them on the ground, leaving him only in a short underwear.

Zhao feng was stunned when he saw himself through a mirror,he looked different,the feeling was mysterious and undescribable, is it the technique?

he suddenly felt an itch in his hands as he felt like exploring the feeling.

Slowly and steadily,he raised his hands,a gentle and cool breeze following his hands,he raised them a bit above his head,he felt like his hands became a calm and unstoppable sword , a sword should be sharp but, his hands feels calm just like a breeze,just as slowly as he raised them,he lowered it and placed it on the mirror in his front.

Surprisingly.....