Yang Feng feels confused but soon understands the situation in which this body finds himself, apparently the original owner of that body is a 16 year old with a pitiful physique but before he could even think he heard a voice interrupting him.
A female voice sounds with a gentle and calm tone apparent in her voice saying:
- "Feng'er the coffee is ready".
After hearing this voice, a flow of information appears in Yang Feng's mind and he gives a strange smile when he says, "I'm leaving, mom!" his face clearly shows how uncomfortable he is.
"It's weird to think about the concept of family when you killed them yourself in your past life" thinks Yang Feng, after a while he feels satisfied that the name of the brat he stole the body from is the same as his "At least his name it's decent! " Think.
Rising from the bed, he dresses in the school uniform of the original body owner and tries his best to contain the strangeness in his eyes, looking at the well-organized and clean room, a strange feeling of nostalgia grows in him.
- "It seems that the brat's feelings are influencing me negatively" says with a whisper.
Going down the wooden stairs and heading towards the kitchen your nose detects an appetizing smell when your belly starts to snore.
- "At last you arrived! Coffee is on the table and Mum is going to work "says a woman with dark brown hair, apparently in her 40s, a smile on her face when she passes by Yang Feng and strokes her hair.
This woman is Jiao Mei-Xiu, mother of Yang Feng, she is the person he spent the most time with since his father Yang Dewei spends a lot of time looking after the family business.
- "Good job mom" Yang Feng says as he watches the woman hurrying out so as not to be late for work.
Taking the coffee Yang Feng begins to reflect "At least this brat's family is not bad" despite saying that his tone was bitter and contained a bit of undisguised envy and hatred.
- "I must focus on cultivation!" After focusing on his thoughts Yang Feng begins to think about how to cultivate his current body so that he can improve it as quickly as possible.
While eating breakfast, Yang Feng was thinking about a certain cultivation technique, despite not knowing her name, this was the method he used in his past life, but unfortunately his body was not suitable for this technique, so he was unable to cultivate it properly.
Having thought about this technique, he assessed the situation of his own body and to his surprise the brat had an excellent aptitude for cultivation, with a grim smile Yang Feng feels that it is a pity that this brat's body is so fragile.
Throwing these thoughts aside, Yang Feng sits in the lotus position and begins to circulate the energy according to Asura Techniques, and to his surprise the cultivation of that body was strangely fast, causing him to frown and let out a breath. .
After half the time it took for an incense to burn he had reached the first stage of Asura Techniques, making him happy and furious that his aptitude in the past was shit! If only he had looked like this brat, he would not have died so easily by a mere enemy army.
Opening his eyes and stepping out of the lotus position Yang Feng looks at his body again and a victorious smile is plastered on his face.
After reaching the first stage, both the strength and regeneration of this body surpassed that of mere mortals.
- "This cultivation technique is perfect for this body!" Yang Feng is obviously pleased with the result "Can't evil cultivation techniques be cultivated? Bullshit! If it were not for these techniques, this lord here could not increase his strength so quickly! " Yang Feng says with a laugh.
-"Shit!" Unfortunately that moment did not last long as he realized that after his monologue he was late for school.
Looking at his current situation Yang Feng shows an expression of ridicule, he would never imagine that the man once called the Demon King now had to be concerned with such insignificant matters.
Picking up his backpack and packing his clothes he runs towards the school as he is curious to see what this place is like.
Halfway there he is surprised thinking "The strength of this body and speed are beyond my expectations!" The smile on his face becoming slightly scary and his thoughts becoming violent "If this lord decides to do a massacre how many people can I kill today?" His face became more and more distorted and let out blood-chilling laughter.
Along the way he dropped those thoughts and started thinking about what the so-called school would be like "Will I be able to kill and torture students who challenge me?" His eyes became cold and full of expectations.
Along the way he continued to murmur such thoughts until he found people in the same uniform heading towards the so-called school, slowing his steps a new stream of memories begins to appear in Yang Feng's mind, his gaze becoming discouraged and cold, finally Yang Feng understood what the school was and what it was for, but what made his eyes turn cold was the treatment that this child had in that place.
All he could see was suffering, anguish, disgust and a deep hatred for the people of that place, these feelings made Yang Feng remember his old life and the unfair treatment he received for not choosing the same path they had determined for him.
This boy's deep hatred made the Asura Techniques circulate and the aura that surrounded him became violent and evil as if a furious Asura had descended to destroy all existence, realizing the aura he was emitting, Yang Feng suppresses his strength, his eyes getting colder and colder without an ounce of compassion for others, as if at any moment a God of death initiated a killing out of pure hatred.