Beijing. The fourth morning of the two-week extinction mission.
Clad in his silver-cloak, Feng Hui breathed in the cool air. While he was diligently clearing more portals, he continued to ponder the route he would take to become an Immortal.
"I need to become strong enough to bend the world's will to my own." Feng Hui's mind was opening up. True strength was not limited to its physical aspects, far from it.
Closing his eyes, Feng Hui decided to revisit his heart demons. To shatter the heart demon, it would become sealed and insignificant. Utilizing his domain, he sat cross-legged in the corner of a modern construction.
The heart demons were different from the land of natural dreams. A heart demon could never be entirely erased from one's mind. These heart demons were the root of things that a cultivator longed for the most, or feared the most.
The stronger these obsessions were, the stronger the heart demons were. Right now, Feng Hui was able to suppress these heart demons with his supreme Golden Dragon soul without trouble. Furthermore, he could discern an imposter with a single glance.
Soon, a chaotic sight encompassed Feng Hui's mind as his eyes were seemingly in a deep slumber.
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In the Royal Palace, there was a vast fog of crimson blood. The familiar sight caused Feng Hui to sigh. Seated on his magnificent golden throne, he cast his deep gaze onto the myriad of bleeding corpses.
There were five tall figures relentlessly staring at him. These were his scheming relatives. Feng Hui's right hand was laid on his jaw in boredom, "Unwilling?"
Long Muno, the talented second prince of the kingdom, roared, "These are your relatives! Fengge, are you a demon in human clothing to feel nothing upon killing your brothers and sisters?"
To the talented second prince's side, the other four relatives were his loyal followers. Hearing their leader's roar, the stunning throne room became filled with the violent rumbling of refusal toward this new emperor.
"These useless pieces of trash came for my life first. In this messed-up life of mine, I've only ever had one sibling." Repeating the same words from numerous years ago in order to reenact the blood-filled scene, Feng Hui malevolently laughed.
Hearing the word 'one sibling', everyone believed that the new emperor was talking about his spoilt little brother, Long Bohai.
Flicking his dragon-robe sleeves, Feng Hui stood up while scorning the five, "Kneel."
Rapidly, the five men collapsed to their knees drenched in overflowing sweat. Walking toward the five, Feng Hui scoffed, "Why should I care about some worthless idiots who aim for my life every day?"
These scheming relatives had colluded with countless outside forces to cause anarchy within the Long Kingdom. From the start, Feng Hui's one belief was incomparably firm. To him, his true family was everything.
"Fengge, when did you become a Transcendent?!" Long Muno's golden eyes were bloodthirsty, and he stared at this sibling who had ascended from the status of trash to the emperor in seemingly an instant. Being robbed of his rightful status, he was furious.
Not responding, Feng Hui nonchalantly walked up toward this former crown prince. Looking into the man's murderous, deep eyes, he calmly lifted his exquisite boot to crush Long Muno's head.
"Squash." Feng Hui's peerless face was emotionless. In a flash, he turned the remaining four relatives into a pool of blood.
Time flowed like water. Feng Hui sat on his throne while waiting for his heart demon. As he had expected, two dumbfounded figures entered the hall.
"Mother. Mèimei." In the Long Kingdom, Feng Hui had straightforwardly forsaken this heart demon. Being separated due to living in different worlds, he had not acknowledged these imposters at all. This time around, he allowed the scene to play out.
"Your Majesty." Dropping into a loud kowtow, his little sister and mother began begging for forgiveness. If Feng Hui lost his mind to its ploy, the heart demon would undoubtedly attempt to swallow him whole.
With long strides, Feng Hui left his throne to reach his family. Regardless of the matter, he dropped to the same height-level as his mother and little sister. Looking into their lovely eyes, he smiled, "What's the trouble?"
Suddenly, the two tightly hugged him. In this life, he was Long Fengge and not the Feng Family's son. As an outsider, he serenely waited for the damage to come.
"Sss." Being stabbed through the neck, hot blood gushed out of Feng Hui's throat. Admiring the sight, he watched the eyes of Feng Mei and Feng Chunhua turn disdainful.
Feeling the killing intent, Feng Hui was still calmly smiling. Pulling the sharp knife out of his throat, he laughed, "Mèimei, what was that for?"
In the throne room, the countless corpses were also beginning to transform into the dead, distressing faces of his little sister and mother. The heart demon was mysterious: one could lose themselves in the fake sensations. If brainwashed, the cultivator could be stuck in a slumber forever.
"Shut up, trash. You're a waste of space. Forsaking us on Earth to live the life of an emperor here, did you think we wouldn't know it was you, Dàgē?" Feng Mei sneered while pulling her second blade out of her breast pocket. Lifting the blade, she ruthlessly pierced through her own hand.
Watching the self-harm, Feng Hui smiled, "This is the world I have to accept? I needed to either end this heart demon through killing or forsaking my dear family, or I would have been stuck here for an eternity years ago."
Screaming, Mother Feng fearfully held her daughter's bloody hand, "Son, come help us! Or are you planning to abandon us again?"
These last couple of nights, Feng Hui was becoming more certain of the correct route. Ever since he had returned to Earth, his soul was instinctively searching for his one path. With a confident chuckle, he went to hold his little sister's soft hand, "Are you okay, Mèimei?"
Once again, his little sister pulled him into a hug. Smiling, Feng Hui rubbed her delicate back. Coaxing her, he stated, "I should have come back sooner. It was Dàgē's fault."
Picking her up in a princess carry, Feng Hui examined his little sister's disdainful eyes turning milky. As if she was deeply wronged, she abruptly dropped the blade in her outreached hand, and she sobbed, "Yeah."
Controlling the laws of the world, Feng Hui tenderly healed her bloody hand. Soon, her clean white skin was sparkling. Setting her down, he rubbed her little head, "You're strong, Mèimei."
While Feng Hui was distracted with his little sister, his thin mother crept up behind him with a sharp piece of glass. Cruelly, she tried to stab his heart.
Turning around, Feng Hui easily caught his mother's thin wrist, and his heart was pained at how fragile she was. In the real world, this was true as well. How different would she be the next time he saw her?
Forcing his little sister and mother to sit down with him, Feng Hui smiled. Sitting in the structure of a triangle, he made everyone connect hands.
Following his nature, Feng Hui chuckled; his conscience did not allow him to slaughter his family. Those who went against their true nature would damage their heart of cultivation. In the end, he could avoid his fake little sister and mother, but he would never kill them to escape.
Regardless of them being imposters, Feng Hui would not fight his consciousness through killing. To shelter his loved ones, this was his Martial Dao! Toward his enemies, he would be ruthless, but he could never disrespect his loved ones.
Regret.
Reuniting with his mother and sister, Feng Hui had realized his flaws. Day by day, he was beginning to regret treating those who had shown him kindness when he was weak in the Long Kingdom with such an indifferent attitude.
It was a simple act to be kind toward a respected, valued person. However, it was an entirely different concept to sincerely assist a weak outsider who had lost their way. Luckily, Feng Hui was able to experience a fortuitous encounter from his indifferent attitude to reunite with his family on Earth; thus, the benefits managed to far outweigh the negatives. Acknowledging his faults, his thoughts were becoming much more firm.