Chapter 328: Gathering of Wind and Cloud, Thunder Cloud
Spirit Body! Five-Colored Divine Light Is No Match for Lifespan Consumption! (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The sun was setting in the west.
Even in a city like Great Liang, there were still slums under the emperor.
They were the marginalized people living in a prosperous city.
In a straw hut in the corner of the slums, Ling Feng struggled to open his eyes. The roof of the mud-covered straw hut was the first to enter his sight.
“Am 1 still alive?”
He turned his head slightly and saw a young man who looked to be in his early teens kneeling on the cold and hard ground. His upper body was bare as he leaned against the head of the bed and fell into a deep sleep. There were still dried tears and mud marks on his face. It was his second brother, Ling Yun.
Yesterday, he went to the streets to sell newspapers. In the end, he met a kind-hearted young lady and young master. They bought four miscellaneous newspapers and gave him ten taels of silver. Moreover, they did not need change.
At that time, Ling Feng felt as if a huge pie had fallen from the sky. With these ten taels of silver, the two brothers had a chance to walk out of the slums.
After handing these ten taels of silver to Martial Master Zheng Fugui in the commoner district as tuition fees and becoming an apprentice of the
Mountain Fist Academy, he would have the martial arts school as his backer.
It was said that Martial Master Zheng also came from the slums, so he had a lot of preferential treatment for children from poor families. The cost of learning martial arts was the cheapest in the nearby martial arts school. Ten taels of silver could be used to learn for five months, and lunch was included.
With the ident.i.ty of an apprentice, a third-rate gang like the Wild Wolf Gang would definitely not dare to make things difficult for him while he was learning martial arts.
Orphans like them who lived in slums and did not have parents to help them would be coerced by many gangs. Basically, they had to work for a gang.
w.a.n.g Xiao’er, who was next door, was coerced by the Thief Gang to steal something. In the end, he stole it from a Quasi-Martial Master in the Blood Tempering Realm. His hands were chopped off on the spot, and he was in so much pain that he died.
As Ling Feng was a smart person and was very good at dealing with things, the Wild Wolves Gang asked him to sell the Stars Miscellaneous Newspaper near the inner city.
Every time he sold a miscellaneous newspaper, he would get a copper coin.
Although the money was little, it could allow him and his brother to survive in this cruel world.
Of course, if he wanted to practice martial arts to change his fate, he would not be able to save enough money in his next life. However, yesterday, the opportunity to change his fate suddenly came.
In the past, when he returned to the Feral Wolf Gangs stronghold, the gangs middle and small leaders would search his body. However, Ling Feng had been working diligently for more than a year and had never hidden any money.
Therefore, the leader only counted the number of miscellaneous reports sold and the money he collected before letting him go home.
However, on the way back, Ling Feng was too excited and couldn’t help but shout. In the end, he encountered the small leader of the Thief Gang, Chen Kai.
Chen Kai stopped him and beat him up. In the end, he found the ten taels of silver in his shorts.
Ling Feng endured the heart-wrenching pain and limped home. As soon as he reached the entrance of his straw hut, he fainted.
“Hiss er Ling Feng moved slightly and felt a sharp pain in his body. His chest felt stuffy and it was difficult to breathe.
Just as he felt that he could not breathe, a weak heat surged out of his abdomen and flowed through his limbs and bones, causing the pain in his body to ease a little. He finally recovered.
“Brother, you’re awake! I thought you… Wow!” Ling Yun suddenly woke up from his light sleep when he heard the commotion. Looking at his brother, he cried excitedly.
“Don’t cry, Big Brother is fine.” Ling Feng endured the pain in his body and reached out to gently stroke Ling Yun’s head, comforting him weakly.
“Big Brother, you must be hungry. I’ll get you something to eat.” Ling Yun got up and turned to walk to the pot stand.
In the ten-foot-square straw hut, it could be said that there were only four walls in the house. Other than a brick bed and a stove made of yellow mud, there was not even a table, chair, or bench in the house.
The wall made of yellow mud had already turned black, and many places had cracks.
Behind the stove, Ling Yun was half-naked and trembling from the cold. He knocked on the flint hard.
After the thatch that was used to start the fire was ignited, he stuffed the thatch under the stove and began to put in firewood.
He picked up the fire tube, puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard. With a whoosh, the firewood was not burned by him. Instead, a pile of ashes spewed out from the stove and stained his face. Thick smoke poured out.
“Cough, cough, cough!” The thick smoke made Ling Yun cough non-stop. His eyes stung and tears streamed down his face. His face was covered in ashes.
“The firewood is damp, don’t add too much,” Ling Feng whispered.
It was also very troublesome to pick up the firewood that was burning the pot. Usually, they rarely fired. Most of the time, they just ate cornbread.
“Got it, Big Brother.” Ling Yun took out a portion of the firewood and ignited the straw. Then, he took a deep breath and brought the fire pipe close to the flame. After blowing hard a few times, the firewood in the stove was finally ignited and the flame rose.
“Alright, Big Brother!”
Ling Yun quickly moved his hands closer to the stove to warm himself up. His face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, turned to Ling Feng and grinned. His mouth, which was missing two front teeth, leaked air when he spoke.
Ling Feng was amused by his appearance, but his smile only lasted for a moment. He turned his head to the side against the wall, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
There was a huge hole in the paper window that was blocked by a rough linen cloth. It blocked the biting cold wind, but it could not block the despair that was like a mountain pressing down.
“Could it be that with our backgrounds, our lives are destined to be worthless?” Ling Feng gritted his teeth. He was unwilling to accept this.
After a while, Ling Yun carried a chipped pottery bowl and carefully walked towards Ling Feng. The bowl was filled with steamed cornbread. There were a total of two in it..