Demonic Young Master

Falan Continent, Eastern Continent, Saint Mavana Empire, Ama City.

"April 17th, a day of great calamity, a monster is born! Liu Feng, oh Liu Feng! Could it be that to this world, you are considered a monster?"

In a side courtyard of the Palister Count's Mansion in the west of the city, a thin, delicate-looking youth with long, pale blue hair was whispering to himself beside a curved pond.

Liu Feng did not belong to this world. He was a man from Earth who loved the path of cultivation. After learning a fragmentary technique from an unscrupulous old Taoist, he had just begun to grasp the fundamentals when a celestial phenomenon occurred, and his soul arrived on the Falan Continent.

That day was exactly April 17th of the Falan calendar, the day astrologers called the day of great calamity when monsters would run rampant. A bolt of lightning as thick as a water barrel suddenly fell from the sky, striking the body of Nicholas, the eldest son of the Count, who was strolling in this very side courtyard.

This lightning, capable of shattering a large tree into powder, killed the original Nicholas, but unexpectedly left the body undamaged. Instead, it brought in another, foreign soul: Liu Feng.

Liu Feng had basically accepted this somewhat absurd fact by now, yet he still couldn't adapt, especially the extreme sense of panic that came with suddenly facing an unknown environment, which still refused to fade away.

What depressed Liu Feng the most was that although he had become the son of a nobleman, he was even worse off than a commoner.

The owner of this body, Nicholas, despite being a descendant of the so-called God-Descendant Count family, was a good-for-nothing who could not cultivate. In this Falan Continent where the strong were respected, a person without strength had an extremely low status; even the emperor's son would be no exception, let alone the son of a count.

Furthermore, the Palister Family held immense prestige within the Saint Mavana Empire and even the entire Falan Continent. For thousands of years, the family had produced countless powerhouses, with several stunning, peerless individuals reaching the terrifying Saint-tier, or even the realm of God-rank experts.

One could imagine the status of a useless waste in a family that relied on martial glory; even the servants did not hold Nicholas in any regard, let alone the members of the family itself.

Even worse, Nicholas's mother had passed away when he was seven, and the current head of the Palister Family had essentially abandoned this useless son. If he were the only son, it might have been manageable, but Nicholas had two younger brothers. The second son, Gilbert, was already an adult and was extremely hostile toward him.

Above the second son was the current mistress of the Palister Family, the biological mother of the second young master. Because of the succession to the head of the family, this mother and son had always viewed Nicholas as a thorn in their side, wishing for nothing more than to eliminate him.

After all, no matter how much of a waste Nicholas was, he was still the eldest son of the Count and, by title, the primary candidate for the family succession.

Although the current head, Count Derek, had no immediate plans to establish an heir, that day would come sooner or later. And when that time arrived, Liu Feng believed that not a single person in the family would stand on the side of a waste like him.

Even the family head, that cheap father of his, was no exception.

This could be seen from the fact that he couldn't even live in the main courtyard of the Count's Mansion and had been moved to this side courtyard where the servants lived.

Being born into a noble family was by no means as glorious as it appeared on the surface; instead, due to the existence of power—the greatest impact on humanity—it was even more dangerous than the life of an ordinary person.

Moreover, being unable to cultivate meant having no ability to protect himself, leaving his life to the mercy of that mother and son. This was something Liu Feng, who had always liked to hold his fate in his own hands, absolutely could not accept.

Liu Feng's personality was such that he hated trouble and preferred to make it disappear before it could arise, but the current Liu Feng clearly lacked the ability to do so.

"What should I do?" Liu Feng's brows furrowed tightly. His mind was a chaotic mess, and he still hadn't found a single clue.

Magic and Battle Qi, the two most basic cultivation methods on the continent, were out of reach for him. There was one other method: training the body to the limit. On the Falan Continent, there were people who could reach the level of a Level 6 warrior purely through the strength of their physique.

But leaving aside the fact that such people were extremely rare, the time required to train the body was something Liu Feng simply could not afford. Whenever he thought of the humiliating scenes in Nicholas's memories where he was bullied by servants, or the smiles of that mother and son that felt like butcher's knives, Liu Feng wished he could possess world-dominating strength right now.

Sigh! Liu Feng sighed helplessly once more, shook his head, stripped off his shirt, and jumped into the clear pond.

The water was cool, making Liu Feng feel his mind clear slightly, and the depression he felt just moments ago seemed to diminish a little.

"Eh?" Liu Feng's gaze sharpened, his eyes landing on something.

Hanging on his thin, bony chest was a strange-looking necklace.

It was a dilapidated chain with a small, gray, nondescript plaque made of unknown material attached to it. The style was very primitive, neither wood nor metal.

On the plaque, one could clearly see the shape of a strange creature. Its body was long and winding, somewhat like a snake, somewhat like a dragon. It had four claws beneath its body, but no horns on its head, and it lacked the wings that the dragon race of this world possessed.

Looking at this odd necklace, a trace of confusion flashed in Liu Feng's eyes.

From his memories, he knew that this chain had been hanging on his body for as long as Nicholas could remember, though its specific origin was unknown. Even though Nicholas had a very low status in the Count's Mansion, Liu Feng still couldn't understand how a young master of a noble family could wear such a beggar-like accessory.

He took it off and examined it over and over, but no matter how he looked at it, the necklace appeared to be nothing more than junk, with nothing extraordinary about it.

Sighing helplessly, Liu Feng put it back on. Just then, however, his gaze suddenly froze, landing on his left arm.

There was a pattern there, similar to a tattoo.

It was a hexagram pattern common in the magic of the Falan Continent—or to be precise, six small hexagrams.

This thing was quite strange; it hadn't belonged to the original Nicholas. It was a product of Liu Feng's arrival in this world. Even when he first arrived, it hadn't been there; it had suddenly appeared ten days ago, as if someone had secretly carved it on him.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head. Arriving in this world was already the strangest thing possible, so a few more oddities didn't seem out of place. Liu Feng's capacity for acceptance had clearly improved significantly.

I should still think about how to increase my strength! Liu Feng sighed with a bitter smile, but his eyes suddenly lit up as he remembered something.

In his previous life, that unscrupulous old Taoist had taught him an ancient book containing a very strange skill called Devour. Theoretically, once successfully cultivated, it could devour all energy and convert it for one's own use. The reason Liu Feng had arrived in this world was that a celestial phenomenon occurred right after he had just begun to cultivate this skill.

Could this skill be cultivated here? Liu Feng became interested instantly. He immediately sat upright, closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and slowly entered the first step of cultivation: internal vision.

But when his consciousness entered his Dantian, Liu Feng's entire body jolted, and he was left completely stunned.

Inside his Dantian, there appeared a thumb-nail-sized, irregularly shaped, dull-colored object that felt like a stone, carrying a faint energy fluctuation.

Even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. Although Liu Feng was still a stranger to this continent, Nicholas's memories contained a vast amount of knowledge. In fact, due to a lonely childhood, Nicholas had read a great number of books.

This stone was not a stone at all, but a unique product of the Falan Continent: a Magic Beast's Crystal Core! The energy aura radiating from it proved everything.

God! How could a living human body contain a Crystal Core unique to a Magic Beast? Liu Feng was completely dumbfounded.

The existence of this thing was never in Nicholas's memories, meaning that, like the hexagram tattoo, it had only appeared after Liu Feng arrived in this world.

But in his past life and this one, Liu Feng was a genuine human being!

"Damn! Am I really a monster?" Liu Feng couldn't help but curse, the horror in his eyes growing more intense.

Barely suppressing the shock, Liu Feng forced himself to calm his mind and enter internal vision once more.

Whether he was a monster or not was something Liu Feng couldn't believe and dared not believe. Since he couldn't figure out the reason now, he had to put it aside for the time being and first study whether the Devour skill could actually be cultivated.

Having already succeeded in cultivating this in his past life, Liu Feng was quite proficient; he began to cultivate slowly, following the established method.

The Devour skill did not require much space, merely the initiation of a tiny energy vortex. Once this vortex was successfully cultivated, one could begin to devour all external energy.

Time passed slowly. Perhaps due to the celestial anomaly, a trace of lightning energy still lingered within this body, which made it even easier for Liu Feng to guide the Devour skill along its profound and mysterious path.

It's working! Feeling the small vortex slowly forming within his dantian, Liu Feng rejoiced; it seemed this skill was not restricted by the differences between worlds.

"Damn it!" Before the joy on his face could last long, Liu Feng couldn't help but curse out loud again.

Liu Feng finally understood why Nicholas was branded a good-for-nothing who couldn't cultivate: the meridians of this body were naturally blocked!

It was common knowledge that every method of cultivation relied on sensing the existence of external energy and absorbing it into the body to achieve its purpose. Yet, the most vital conduits for sensing and absorbing this energy were completely obstructed—how could one possibly cultivate?

Liu Feng couldn't help but let out a helpless, bitter laugh, yet he found it impossible to accept this tragic reality. Gritting his teeth, he channeled the Devour skill once more.

Failure occurred time and time again, and by nightfall, there was still no result.

Liu Feng possessed an extremely tenacious character, and hidden deep within his bones was a streak of extreme madness. Despite the lack of results, he still refused to give up; he didn't even eat dinner, frantically running the Devour skill over and over again.

Finally, after thousands of failures, Liu Feng sensed that something was amiss.

He hadn't noticed this strange phenomenon at the beginning, but after absorbing a tiny bit of energy during his very last attempt, Liu Feng finally discovered the discrepancy.

The meridians within Nicholas's body were not naturally blocked—they were clogged!

Within those meridians, a massive, incredibly dense amount of energy was congealed, and it was this that caused the obstruction!

Upon discovering this bizarre issue, Liu Feng's body shuddered as a memory suddenly flashed through his mind...

Nicholas was not a good-for-nothing born unable to cultivate; in fact, before the age of seven, he had been a rare genius within his family. The drastic shift from genius to waste had occurred exactly on the night of his mother Doreen's death.

Moreover, this strange situation of using energy to seal the meridians seemed to represent an incredibly terrifying technique...