Volume 1: The Decline of the Yue Family Chapter 2: Crossing into the Xuan Tian Continent

  Xuantian Continent, this is a world where Dou Qi and magic are rampant. The entire continent is boundlessly vast, with no one knowing just how large the Xuantian Continent truly is, only that it has humans, beasts, and some mysterious ancient tribes.

  It was deep autumn, the leaves began to turn yellow, and the maple leaves on the mountain also fell with the wind, adding a sense of desolation. At this time, in a small town called Liting Town, a large courtyard came out with a burst of crying, and the cry was filled with helplessness and heartache.

  In the spacious courtyard, dozens of people, both men and women, were densely packed together, all dressed in servant attire. In the midst of the crowd, a middle-aged man stood quietly, his face filled with anger, but mostly helplessness.

  The middle-aged man named Yue Zishan is the master of this courtyard. The Yue family has been passed down to his hands and it's already in this state, except for a few half-dead shops on the street, the entire Yue family of dozens of people has no income, and the status of the Yue family in this small town is getting worse day by day.

  Yue Zishan let out a faint sigh, if it were hundreds of years ago, how could such a thing happen? At that time, the Yue family was incredibly powerful, and even in the entire Xuantian Continent, they were a strong and prominent clan. It's just that his own strength is too low, unable to restore the former glory of the Yue family.

  Beside Yuezi Mountain lay a quiet corpse, his youngest son Yuecheng. Just a short while ago, Yuecheng had knelt in front of him and knocked three times before suddenly rushing to the wall and banging his head against it. He wanted to save him but it was already too late.

  Kneeling beside Yue Cheng and crying was the old servant Feng who had watched Yue Cheng grow up since childhood, as well as his cousin Su Xiner, who had the closest relationship with Yue Cheng. Watching her son die right in front of her, Yue Zishan's eyes were already moist.

  Yue Cheng, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, looked quite handsome lying on the ground. He was over 1.75 meters tall and had a lean but sturdy build. Although his eyes were closed, it was not hard to see that he had been in a state of decline before his death.

  "Little master, how can you be so foolish? You're still so young, and it's not a big deal to divorce. When Madam left, she entrusted you to me, now that you're gone, how am I supposed to explain this to her?" Feng Jie hugged the body of Yue Cheng and wailed loudly, heartbroken. She had watched Little Master grow up since he was young and had long considered him as her own child, and her grief at this moment was beyond words.

  "Brother, you're so stupid. You promised me things and didn't do any of them. Now you just ignore me." Sixteen-year-old Su Xin'er also sobbed lightly.

  Many servants couldn't help but shed tears, this young master had been very kind to them since childhood and never treated them as servants.

  "Alright, Aunt Feng, you arrange for the young master to be buried properly." Yue Zishan held back his tears, his heart aching as if it had been cut by a knife. But he couldn't cry, the Yue family still needed him to hold on. After speaking, Yue Zishan walked inside, one more glance and his tears would have flowed out, for the sake of the Yue family, he must not cry.

  Yue Zishan slowly walked into the secret room of the Yue family, gently closing the door behind him. At this moment, he finally couldn't hold back his tears and collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. He was seen clenching his fists tightly, with a fierce redness in his eyes, muttering: "Chen'er, I've wronged you, wronged your mother, it's all because of my uselessness."

  "Feng Jie, don't be too sad, let's bury the young master first." a middle-aged servant said softly to Feng Jie.

  "Bury the young master properly." Feng's wife, crying with tears all over her face, replied faintly to the servant's words. The young master was already dead, and she also knew that no matter how much she cried, it would be useless, so she might as well let the young master rest in peace first.

  "No, Aunt Feng, look quickly, Brother's hand just moved, Brother is not dead, he is still alive." Su Xiner suddenly said to the crowd, she had just clearly seen her brother's hand move slightly, this was absolutely not an illusion, it was what she clearly saw.

  "Miss Su, the young master is gone, don't be too sad." Feng Ayi also looked at Su Xiner with pity. This Miss Su's fate was even more bitter than the young master's. She had lost her parents since birth and Master had brought her to the Yue family to raise her. Since childhood, the young master had treated her as his own younger sister.

  "No, Aunt Feng, I really saw Brother Biao's hand move. Believe me, it's true." Su Xiner anxiously said to Aunt Feng.

  Seeing Su Xiner's serious expression, Feng Jie also half-believed and re-examined the young master's body. Suddenly, Feng Jie shouted loudly: "Quickly carry the young master to the room, inform Master, the young master has a pulse again, the young master is not dead, he came back to life, he came back to life."

  Just as the last thunderbolt was about to strike Lu Feng, he exhausted his last bit of true energy and his soul escaped. Immediately, the terrifying thunder and lightning swallowed him into a boundless black hole. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape the black hole's restraints, and he even clearly saw his physical body shatter and disintegrate, his soul's strength slowly weakening, and then he drifted further and further away from the ground, entering the boundless dark void.

  It was unknown how much time had passed when Lu Feng slowly opened his eyes, with an unbearable pain in his mind and an indescribable discomfort throughout his body.

  "Brother, you're awake! Mrs. Feng, come quickly, brother is awake!" Lu Feng opened his eyes to see a delicate yet extremely haggard face before him.

  "Master, you're finally awake! You scared Mama Feng to death. How are you? Are you hungry? Mama Feng will go make something delicious for you." A slightly aged face was imprinted on Lu Feng's eyes, and that aged face had a mix of relief and joy.

  "Ah" Lu Feng's head suddenly felt a sharp pain like a needle piercing through it, and he fainted.

  "I'm not dead, where is this place? How did my cultivation disappear completely? How did I end up here?" Lufeng's soul didn't fall asleep even in a coma, thinking carefully about how such a thing could happen, but only knowing that he had originally wanted to protect his soul and escape the heavenly thunder, who knew that his soul would be swallowed by the heavenly thunder and enter the void, and when he woke up everything had changed.

  "There's still a wisp of soul here, and it's so weak. Luckily, I'm also very weak, so I'll absorb this wisp of soul to replenish myself first." Lu Feng controlled his own soul, slowly devouring the other wisp of soul in his brain sea.

  An hour later, Lu Feng finally swallowed the other soul after much effort, and the memories in that soul also poured into his mind.

  "It turns out that this is no longer Huaxia, but Xuantian Continent, another world. My soul, which was not extinguished, traversed to a foreign land." Lu Feng muttered in his heart.

  Yes, our protagonist miraculously crossed over after failing to transcend the tribulation and obtained a physical body. From now on, he will create a new legend in the Xuantian Continent.