"Immortal Realm's Azure Emperor Mansion, a young man with long hair as white as snow stands calmly in front of the Cycle Platform, wearing a luxurious purple robe. His eyes flicker with complex emotions.
Behind him, a group of immortals anxiously move around like ants on a hot pan. A white-robed old man trembles as he advises in a quivering voice, 'Your Majesty, please reconsider. The Three Realms are currently divided among three powers, and if you were to undergo the cycle, the Immortal Realm would surely fall into chaos.'
"Yes, Your Majesty. The Demon Emperor and Flame Emperor dare not make any rash moves, all out of fear for Your Majesty's supreme authority. If you..."
The purple robe flutters, and the young man slowly closes his golden eyes. He softly speaks, "I have experienced three thousand cycles, each lasting nine thousand, nine hundred, and ninety-nine years. Yet, the internal demons in my heart remain, and only the one who created them can resolve them. To step into the legendary realm of gods, I must undertake this journey."
"With my cultivation, I trade for a lifetime of peace."
"I have returned."
Hua Xia Sea King City, Sea King University dormitory building.
"Hahaha, why don't you jump?"
"Mu Feng, if you dare to jump, we will respect you as a man."
"You idiot, the fifth floor won't kill anyone. If you're brave, climb up to the seventh floor."
On the window ledge of the fifth floor of the golden building, a disheveled young man sits, his legs hanging outside, with a trance-like expression. The entire person exudes a strong sense of despair.
He gazes blankly at the onlookers below, feeling bitter in his heart. Every person's eyes carry a hint of schadenfreude. Those people include passersby, his creditors, his classmates, and even his best friend.
From the beginning to the end, it was all a trap.
Starting from when he helped his friend apply for the first campus loan, this trap tightly bound him, leaving him breathless.
To die would be liberation.
To die would clear the debt of over three million.
"Xiao Feng, my son."
At this moment, a middle-aged man in his forties rushes through the crowd and approaches the building. He looks up at Mu Feng sitting by the window and wails, "Don't do anything foolish. If you leave, how can I go on living?"
"Please, Dad, come down. I'll sell everything we have to repay the debt. I beg you, don't scare me," the middle-aged man pleads with trembling voice. Tears flow freely down his face as he trembles, his wrinkled hands like the bark of an old tree.
"Father!" Mu Feng's heart feels like it's being torn apart.
This is his father, Mu Shuwen.
An ordinary, hardworking commoner, living an unremarkable life. Just like most parents, he lives for his children.
Seeing his own father, Mu Feng feels his heart bleeding.
As long as he lives, he will burden his father with this debt that can never be repaid, a debt that cannot be compensated by working.
"Mu Feng, are you still going to jump or not? If not, we'll disperse," someone shouts.
"Don't think that once you perform a suicide act, you won't have to repay the money anymore."
"Please, you are all my son's classmates. I beg you, don't provoke him anymore," Mu Shuwen pleads in panic.
A young man in a jacket sneers, "Sure, if you kneel down and kowtow to us, we won't provoke him anymore. How about that? It's not too difficult, is it?"
Seeing this scene before him, Mu Feng feels his mind shaking. In just a few seconds, his bewildered and desperate eyes dissipate, replaced by a pair of eyes as sharp as a sword.
"I've truly returned." Mu Feng looks around, familiar scenes, familiar images.
Even though he has experienced three thousand cycles, he will never forget this scene before him.
At the repeated pleas of his best friend, he helped apply for a twenty thousand yuan campus loan, and it is precisely this meager sum that has pushed him step by step into the abyss.
Endless traps, endless interest, have burdened him with millions of debts in just over a year.
Among these, despite others' instigation, ultimately it was his shallow understanding of society.
To avoid burdening his family, the previous life's Mu Feng chose to jump off the building, but unfortunately, it only left him paralyzed and did not take his life.
To treat Mu Feng's condition, his father, Mu Shuwen, pleaded with everyone he knew. His stepmother deceived him and took away their property, and his relatives severed ties with them.
Father and son struggled for over a year, experiencing the warmth and coldness of the world. Finally, on New Year's Eve, in despair, Mu Shuwen chose to commit suicide by carrying the paralyzed Mu Feng on his back and jumping into the lake.
Mu Feng was lucky; he was swept away by an underwater current and found himself in another space, becoming a pill furnace of a Earth Immortal.
Seeing through everything, his heart devoid of any emotion, he went from being a lowly servant to a supreme God Immortal, shaking the Immortal Realm. Bestowed the title of Azure Emperor.
"Good, I will kneel for you."
For his son, Mu Shuwen had no time to consider his dignity. He humbled himself, ready to kneel before the young man.
Before Mu Shuwen could kneel, he felt someone supporting his arms.
Shaking, Mu Shuwen turned around and, upon seeing Mu Feng's face, burst into tears. He reached out to touch Mu Feng's arms, crying out with a mix of joy and surprise, "Xiao Feng, my son, you, you scared me."
"Dad." Tears roll down Mu Feng's eyes
, and with a thud, he kneels in front of Mu Shuwen, crying out, "Unfilial son, I kowtow to you."
"Boom!"
At this moment, the entire Immortal Realm trembles as Mu Feng's one kneel reverberates for three million years. Like venomous snakes, purple and blue lightning fills the sky, as if to devour the entire Immortal Realm.
"Phoenix blood, Immortal Emperor's tears. What unprecedented event has occurred?" A powerful being in the Immortal Realm murmurs in awe.
It is only when the blood of the phoenix flows and tears of an Immortal Emperor fall that such terrifying omens appear in the Immortal Realm.
This scene is a first in millions of years.
Mu Feng has waited for thirty million years for this one kneel. Despite being an Emperor Immortal, in front of Mu Shuwen, he is forever a child burdened with immense debts.
"Good, good, as long as everything is fine." Mu Shuwen trembles as he supports Mu Feng, his voice choked with tears. "We will repay their debts. I'll sell our assets. As long as we're alive, there is hope, right?"
"Yes." Mu Feng looks at his visibly aged father, feeling overwhelming guilt. Only now does he truly understand his father's suffering. After experiencing these three thousand cycles, Mu Feng realizes how reckless his actions were.
Whether it's millions or billions, how can he easily abandon the debt of gratitude that cannot be repaid?
"Oh, what a heartwarming scene of filial piety." A young man nearby sneers with disdain. "I'm almost in tears watching it."
"Zhao Yu!" Mu Feng's gaze turns cold, and his anger begins to ignite.
Zhao Yu is the person in charge of the campus loan at Sea King University, the one who led him step by step into this abyss.
"What's wrong? Do you want to bite me?" Zhao Yu laughs arrogantly. "Mu Feng, don't think that I'm afraid of you just because you give me that fierce look. If you're capable, give me a punch. Come on, let me see if you're a real man."
"Hahaha, Zhao Ge, don't scare Mu Feng again and make him climb to the top of the building."
The onlookers around are full of ridicule and schadenfreude. Everyone knows Zhao Yu's influence at Sea King University. His elder brother, Zhao Long, is the leader of the Tianwu District in the Sea King City's Triad, gaining some fame in both legal and illegal circles.
In addition, Zhao Yu is the captain of the basketball team at the Sports College of Sea King University, known for his aggressiveness both on and off the court. He has also gathered a group of troublemakers.
However, they seem to have overlooked why Mu Feng was able to appear here so quickly.
"Is this what you requested?" A cold smile curves on Mu Feng's lips.
"Don't pretend with me. Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are?"
"Now kneel before me! I might consider torturing you a little less." Zhao Yu stares with widened eyes, his face filled with madness.
All eyes are on Mu Feng as he stands in front of Zhao Yu. Seeing this public scene of someone kneeling down, there is considerable intrigue.
Many people take out their phones, ready to capture this rare moment.
"Do you enjoy seeing people kneel? Then I'll fulfill your desire." Mu Feng's eyes flash with coldness. He suddenly appears in front of Zhao Yu, and in Zhao Yu's shocked gaze, with two crisp sounds, he shatters his kneecaps with a kick.
The solid kneecaps, under Mu Feng's foot, are as fragile as tofu.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Zhao Yu collapses to the ground, screaming in intense pain. The excruciating torment fills the air.
Mu Feng lightly grasps Zhao Yu's hair and coldly says, "Remember this well, never provoke an honest person."