Leaving Home

After returning to the side courtyard, Liu Feng simply washed the blood from his body, had Turner help bandage the wound on his arm, and changed into another set of clothes. Then, ignoring the head full of questions Turner clearly had, he drove the big, simple-minded fellow out and sat alone, sinking into thought.

That fight had turned so bloody in the end partly within Liu Feng's expectations, and partly beyond them.

Although he was about to leave the Count's Mansion, Liu Feng still could not suppress the resentment in his heart born from the unfair treatment Nicholas had suffered for so many years. This bloody method might look cruel, but it would make everyone who still intended to keep humiliating Nicholas rein themselves in. From the shock and horror on the faces of Gilbert's attendants at the end, Liu Feng knew he had achieved his goal.

If you wanted as few people as possible in this world to come looking for trouble with you, there were only two ways: your own strength, and ruthlessness.

Liu Feng's own strength was still not enough, so he could only choose the latter. As for Bike's death, Liu Feng did not take it to heart at all. Arrogance required capital, and it also demanded a price. This was the price Bike deserved to pay.

Killing someone did not bring the kind of fear Liu Feng had imagined. There was only some excitement, and some nervousness.

After all, for Liu Feng to come to this world, he had already died once. Toward life and death, whether his own or someone else's, he had already come to take them much more lightly.

What had been beyond his expectations, however, was that without using Soul Power, his strength was still far inferior to that of a level-three Warrior. Today's victory had mainly come from Bike's carelessness, not Liu Feng's own strength. It seemed that while this technique could transform his body, Liu Feng had still been cultivating for too short a time.

Tomorrow, he would truly be leaving the Count's Mansion, yet instead an incomparably relaxed feeling rose in Liu Feng's heart.

In truth, after Liu Feng Devoured the Seal within himself, it was not as if he had never thought about changing his current situation in the Count's Mansion through the fact that he was no longer trash. After all, though the God-Descendant Count's family had now declined, Liu Feng still understood the principle that even a starved camel was bigger than a horse.

If he wanted to survive well in this unfamiliar world, what he had to rely on was nothing more than his own strength and influence. His own strength required time, and that was not something to be rushed, but this shortcoming could still be made up for by developing influence. After all, on the Falan Continent, there were also people who used influence to recruit large numbers of experts and became figures others did not dare look down upon. Though such people were not many, they were definitely not few either.

And the two most important manifestations of influence were status and money.

There was no need to think about the status of a God-Descendant Count on the continent to know it, and as for money, even if the Count's Mansion had declined, its accumulation over thousands of years would definitely not be too weak.

It was just that Liu Feng knew none of this belonged to him, and even if he had recovered from his status as trash, it would still be the same.

A count's young master who had only just become able to cultivate at seventeen, and another count's young master who, at the age of sixteen, had already reached the middle grade of level six—the family's choice was easy to imagine. Moreover, Derek had now completely settled on the candidate for family heir. Liu Feng's starting point was already far, far too late.

And most importantly, Liu Feng did not want to rely on the reputation of this declining family to make anything of himself. For a man, the process of building a world with his own bare hands was the true meaning of life. Especially after seeing the statue of Haojue Palister in the Count's Mansion, this thought in Liu Feng grew even stronger.

"If others can do it, why can't I? Success or failure, at least I won't have come to this world in vain!" Liu Feng murmured, while his gaze grew more and more resolute.

Just as Liu Feng had expected, Bike's death caused no trouble at all. After all, in this strictly hierarchical society, even if Liu Feng was a useless young master, killing a servant—especially when the servant had made the first move—was only natural in reason and principle. This was the class system of the Falan Continent.

Daring to attack one's master—among the nobles of the continent, perhaps this could only happen between a useless young master and an overbearing attendant. If word spread, it would still be a joke. Gilbert was even afraid Liu Feng would go and tell Derek, so how would he dare pursue the matter?

He passed the night peacefully in cultivation. Although the speed of Devour was still very fast, the second evolution of the Crystal Core seemed to require too much energy, and there was still no change at all. It looked like Liu Feng's fantasy of entering the Soul Formation realm in an extremely short time was still not very likely.

However, unlike others, Liu Feng now did not need to absorb energy from the outside world at all. The enormous energy of the Seal inside his body was already completely sufficient. This naturally made Liu Feng's cultivation speed countless times faster than ordinary people.

In truth, to go from being trash to someone who not only could cultivate, but who, when attacking with full force, might perhaps reach level-three strength, all in ten days' time—over the ten-thousand-year history of the Falan Continent, if Liu Feng claimed second place, he believed no one would dare seize first, not even those Saint Rank experts who existed on the continent.

Early the next morning, the carriage from the Count's Mansion was already prepared. Taking a few changes of clothes and the dozens of gold coins Nicholas had saved over so many years, Liu Feng brought Turner along. With not a single person seeing him off, he and the other two attendants Derek had sent, plus a coachman, a party of five set out toward York County.

Although he had known perfectly well that Derek would not come to see him off, after not seeing Derek's figure, Liu Feng still fiercely despised this count who had not the slightest father-son affection. But in the next instant, he threw himself into the joy and excitement of finally leaving this home that held not the slightest beautiful memory.

And just as the carriage gradually disappeared down the street, two people were standing silently in a corner by the roadside, watching. They were none other than Count Derek and Master Faraday.

"If you're worried about him, why not openly see him off? Instead, you hide in this corner like a thief!" Master Faraday asked with a somewhat dissatisfied frown.

A gloomy look flashed through Derek's eyes once more, and he sighed softly. "I truly cannot understand the purpose behind Doreen's actions! Could it really be for that inexplicable prophecy?"

Faraday pondered slightly, then gave a bitter smile. "How would I know? Although I am also an Astrologer, when it comes to prophecy, who dares say anything for certain! Forget it, don't think about it so much. Haven't you noticed that Nicholas seems to have become a different person lately? Yesterday, I even heard he beat one of Gilbert's attendants to death. I find it strange. This child has always been honest and timid, and he has no strength whatsoever. Just how did he do it?" At this point, Master Faraday's two white eyebrows had already knitted tightly together, his confusion plain.

"Do not forget, even if he cannot cultivate, the blood of the Palister Family still flows through his body. Over these thousands of years, every kind of person has appeared in the family, but never a true coward! Nicholas will absolutely not be an exception!" Derek said coldly, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

"That's true too. Also, have you thought about this? Although this road lies within Ama City's territory, Nicholas has no strength at all. You're really at ease with this?" Master Faraday said again.

"I don't think that will be a problem. The Barbarian bloodline in Turner's body has already begun Awakening, and under my secret guidance, his strength has now reached at least level six. Cookson and Box have also reached the upper grade of level six. These three should be enough to protect him!" Derek's words carried powerful confidence.

Nodding slightly, Master Faraday said with a smile, "That silly boy Turner's strength has risen quite quickly, but unfortunately, even now he still doesn't know it was you who taught him those martial skills. Rather interesting! Forget it, don't overthink it either. Signs of unrest have already begun to appear on the continent, and Ama City cannot avoid them. Nicholas leaving this place may actually be somewhat safer!"

Derek nodded, but the gloom in his eyes still would not fade.