Before the age of thirteen, he lived in the beautiful dream woven for him by his parents and the Yan Family.
In this dream, he did not need to struggle for a living, climb up from the bottom of society, there was no war, nor any envy from others.
He enjoyed a high quality of life, never worrying about food or clothing, possessing enough assets to live in the small county for a lifetime, and a tender and lovely fiancée.
At that time, although he knew of Cultivators and Immortals, he did not long for them.
Because he did not need to.
His life was sufficiently happy and fulfilling, having everything but social status, but social status was something dispensable, not something he sought after, let alone being completely out of his reach.
After all, which Immortal would choose to come to such a remote place?
And which Immortal would massacre commoners?
For most people, to live a carefree life is their dream, and while Jiang Feng's dream was not perfect, it certainly could immerse him.
"Young Master Jiang, Young Master Jiang! Look, look at this dog, he's dead, he's stopped breathing!"
"I won, Young Master Jiang, you... now you can spare my life, ugh, spare my dog's life."
"Tonight's events will absolutely not be spoken of by anyone!"
The pleading voice of Xue Wuwei startled him awake.
Whether it was the humble Mr. Xue begging for his life or Wang Qi, lying on the ground no longer recognizable as a human, both had become hideously deformed because of "greed."
He bent down, picking up the iron wire.
Seeing Jiang Feng reach again for the iron wire, Mr. Xue, panting heavily from the ground, immediately retreated several steps, too weak to even reach for the knife nearby, let alone lift his arms.
The intense pain in his abdomen made him almost scream out in agony, and it was then he realized there were three or four penetrating wounds on his stomach, soaking his exquisite clothes and staining them a dark color.
It looked just like a funeral shroud.
"You, you, Jiang Feng, Young Master Jiang, you promised me."
"A gentleman's word is his bond, a word is a bond! You said you'd let me go! You said you wouldn't kill me!"
"Don't, don't, don't come over..."
Seeing Mr. Xue's terrified appearance, Jiang Feng sighed. He hadn't expected that he would almost die at the hands of such a worthless person in his life.
Power, wealth, truly good things.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you."
His first sentence made Xue Wuwei breathe a sigh of relief, almost fainting on the spot.
But the young man's second sentence made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"However, coveting my fiancée and coming up with such an idea, you must pay some price."
His tone was calm. He didn't regard Xue Wuwei in front of him as a person, his gaze was like that toward a dead object.
But it was precisely this inhuman gaze that left Xue Wuwei without the slightest thought of resistance.
"I have Silver, in the carriage, right there in the carriage! There are several hundred silver notes!"
"Everything at home is yours! The Body Tempering Pills are yours, as long as my father brings them tomorrow, I will immediately offer them to you! I swear on the lives of my entire family!"
"If I break this oath, may the men be slaves for generations and the women be prostitutes for generations, Young Master Jiang, as long as you are willing to spare me..."
He did not hesitate to sell out his whole family.
The kind of person who uses their whole family to swear might as well be as casual and ordinary as eating, Jiang Feng merely stepped forward, not even giving Mr. Xue any chance to react.
He pierced through the thigh.
The piercing scream echoed through the sky.
The ordeal wasn't over, another pull and both legs were thoroughly pierced through!
Clutching his thigh, Mr. Xue's mouth gaped wide as he desperately gasped for air, rainwater swirling into his throat almost made him pass out, his eyes turning white, clearly reaching his limit.
Bending over, he gently patted the other's already pale cheeks.
"You wanted my life, and I only took your legs, this deal is quite fair. Off you go, go home, I won't kill you."
The whitening eyes finally regained a trace of black. Mr. Wang couldn't believe his ears upon hearing this, but Jiang Feng didn't linger, silently walking to the roadside to dismantle the wire, then picked up the discarded firearms from the ground, and casually tossed them onto someone's rooftop.
There's a saying, always keep your head down in CT.
Throwing it onto the rooftop was definitely safer than burying it in the ground, besides, ordinary households wouldn't even know what to do with them, perhaps they'd gleefully sell this heap of junk for some silver.
Only leaving the bewildered Mr. Wang in the torrential rain.
"The magic artifact just thrown away like that? Even being favored by Peak Master Liu, that shouldn't warrant such waste... Huh? Just ordinary weapons I guess, looks like they're one-time use."
The gaze from the distant rooftop locked onto Jiang Feng, noting his direction seemed to be towards Firework Alley.
A man not indulging in life's pleasures fails his youth, no?
"Tsks, such a vicious Young Master."
"If the girls knew, they'd probably be too scared to share a room with this Young Master."
"But Peak Master Liu really has sharp eyes, handsome appearances, ruthless methods, cautious and calculated at every step, a mere scholar turned Wang Qi, who was refined, into a plaything until his death..."
"Whimper~ Sharing a room with him, I'd be quite frightened too."
She patted her ample chest, uttering words that set the body ablaze, those characteristic fox-like eyes sparkling with interest.
However, since the drama ended, she should return home to resume entertaining guests, wondering if she'd have any business today, her favorite being those young masters full of youthful vigor.
"Another spendthrift young master will be missing in the future, sigh. I'll have to figure out how to earn it back from this Young Master."
The rain poured down ferociously.
Even now, Xue Wuwei felt like he was dreaming.
"Did he really spare my life?"
Such a thought couldn't help but flash through his heart, the joy of a narrow escape made him temporarily forget his predicament. Before he could fully rejoice, the throbbing pain from his abdomen and his increasingly weakening body finally brought him back to reality.
Indeed, how could he return home?
He had already been stabbed a few times by Wang Qi in his death throes, his abdomen pierced, bleeding incessantly. With his frail body, if he didn't stop the bleeding promptly, he probably wouldn't last even half an hour.
The cold rain beat down on his body, taking away his body heat. In the dead of night, there was no one to be seen on the streets, even the night watchman on their round wouldn't find him for at least two hours.
To eliminate Xue Wuwei's last chance of survival, Jiang Feng even deliberately pierced through his legs, breaking his femurs, preventing him from walking or moving.
Eliminating even the possibility of crawling home to seek help.
The water had already reached above the calves, the bewildered Mr. Xue looked around.
Finally, he realized something.
"Save me, someone come save me!"
"Open up, open the door! Otherwise, I'll have my father kill your whole family tomorrow!"
"Bastard, Jiang Feng you damn cur! You won't die a good death, your entire family won't die a good death..."
After the youth departed, Xue Wuwei finally realized that Jiang Feng had deliberately left him to die. With great difficulty, he crawled to someone's door, but alas, he didn't even have the strength to knock.
The rain fell viciously, only making it a few meters away before his voice was completely muddled; let alone the people deep in sleep. Under the harsh rain's assault, only did he feel colder and colder, using the last bit of his strength to knock, his hoarse voice continuing to wail.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered the words Jiang Feng had said.
"At the brink of death, one will experience the despair of life slipping away, will struggle madly, trying to cling to something, but unable to grasp anything."
Now, he may have grasped what Jiang Feng felt when he collapsed at the foot of the cliff.
It was just a pity that no one was there to witness his clown-like performance, the one screaming in the rain didn't notice a familiar figure swiftly passing by, and then very cleanly...
Pulled a stack of silver notes from the broken carriage.