Chapter 1: Prelude

“Shoot!” cried an old man clad in black furs, as he hopelessly noted a youth covered in rags, rush inside the teleportation device. It was a pleasant day, and the old man had just stepped outside the wrecked barn to take a breather, when the youth took advantage of the situation and rushed inside the device.

What a fool, he thought to himself. His carelessness has resulted, a captive to escape.  He wished to follow him, however it was hopeless as god knows where in the world he teleported to.

His eyes, filled with dread afraid of the consequences, if the high command was to know of this mistake. He was sure, that he would be punished acutely for this lapse.

“What happened?” a white silk robe clad youth, asked the old man. “Young master! A youth tricked me and escaped into the teleporter!” he started sobbing as he explained.

The White clad youth calmly asked, “I hope his Dantian, has been crippled.” The old man nodded “Yes, young master, I had crippled him the first day. Moreover, his memories also have been wiped out. I swear young master!” He anxiously said,

“Then what are you worried about? A mortal without his memories, what kind of threat he would possess to us?” the youth said.

“However, if such a mistake was to repeat again, I would myself take my time punish you.” The youth threatened.

Somewhere;

A youth crashed into a forest. A huge sound resonated throughout the forest, as he crashed with the ground.

“Urghh...” Where am I? Damn to lucky!  What a nice day to escape. Who knew, that the old man would go out for a walk, the same time, I was able to open my shackles. 

“Time to move”, the youth used his arms to push his body, and stood on his feet. He was boggled, as it felt strange to stand on his two feet. So this is what happens, if you don’t stand on your own feet for an entire year.

The youth started inspecting his body, when he found a character ‘Feng’ written near his biceps. So that is my name, huh…

“Growl”

Hungry… Now where will I find food? 

Feng started walking towards the direction of the Sun, when he suddenly stopped, and hid his body in bushes.

A goat huh… That will be a tasty meal. Is it me or is that goat oversized? Whatever, let’s hunt.

Feng rushed towards the goat, pulled his arms around the neck of the goat, and started to strangle it. The goat, in fury kicked on his guts.

“Holy!” That hurt like crazy. What’s with this goat!

Blood started coming out from the corner of his mouth, as the goat kept kicking him time and time again. However Feng didn’t weaken his grip, and the goat succumbed to Feng and died.

“Man, this was some crazy goat.” So much blood! It better be tasty or I am going to be very mad.

Feng started to dismantle the skin of the corpse.  He kept aside the skin, to use it as a bed later on. While dismantling the corpse, he found a purple colored peal.

The pearl was emanating a dark purplish glow. A small amount of dew was continuously dropping from the pearl. 

“What is this? How could this pearl enter inside a goat?” He touched the surface of the pearl and found it smooth to the touch. He carefully stored some of the dew in his hand, and licked it.

“URGHHHH!!!”  Terrible amount of pain jolted down his body.  He felt as if his insides were melting and reforming.

While Feng was only feeling the pain, his body was undergoing mind-blowing changes. His insides melted and reformed. They were far stronger and durable. His Dantian started to change its shape, it first took shape of a cube, then a sphere, a cuboid and after a long series of combinations of different shapes it turned to a shape, which looked like a sword.

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All of this took time to describe, but only a moment passed. What caused pain for, Feng was not the reforming of his organs, but the small amount of dew which remained after reforming, converting to ki and fusing with his Dantian.

If the previous Feng was the pale, undernourished child, then this Feng looked quite muscular and healthy. 

As the pain started worsening, Feng had already passed out. Unknown to him, the pearl had disappeared and a tattoo of a dragon had appeared near his gut.

Nearby, a carriage was speeding across the road. The door of the carriage was carved with the sign of Dukedom of Ensier. A teen-aged girl was sitting inside the carriage, along with two of her maids in front of her. Twelve guards were escorting the carriage, as security.

“Halt!” exclaimed the Teen-aged girl.  “We’ll take rest here.  Set up the tent’s here.” She further commanded.

“As you order, young mistress Elia” a soldier said. Elia, further told, “I’ll be going for a second.”

No good place, in this forest for pee…, thought Elia. Hmmm… those bushes looks like a fine place. She sat near the bushes and did here work, when she suddenly yelled “HELP!!!”  , the nearby guards got alerted and rushed towards the source of the voice.

“My lady, what’s the issue?” asked an old but well muscled guard, when she replied, “Som-Someone is there ne-near the bushes Arthur…”

This old soldier was called Arthur McCray. He was one of the finest guards Ensier had. His entire body radiated extremely dense aura of death. He was covered in well toned muscles. Those, along with his tall height, made him look like a towering mountain. He gave off an illusion of a war beast, if looked at with a single glance.

Arthur went towards the bushes, to catch whatever was hiding inside the bushes, where he saw the unconscious body of Feng.

“My lady, I have found an unconscious guy lying here. What should be done with him?” On further inspection of his well toned body, he found a tattoo of a dragon carved on his gut. He further said, “My lady, this guy has a tattoo on his gut too…”

“A tattoo!” exclaimed Elia. She further said “My father told me, that Cultivators, usually carve their guts, with a tattoo. If he is a cultivator, we have strike a fortune. “She further giggled said, “And what a handsome fellow he is.”

Arthur, nodded in agreement, and said, “You are right my lady. We shall take esteemed cultivator with us. Who knows what benefits, he would grant us knowing we helped him.”

A cultivator is a rare meet in a small dukedom like Ensier. The benefits, they may receive for assisting an esteemed cultivator, are far more worth, then finding ancient treasures them. Owing a favor to such a supreme being is always a great privilege. 

They decided, not to camp and immediately rush towards the dukedom. It was only a 30 minutes ride remaining to Dukedom, and they hoped that on reaching the dukedom they will be rewarded by the esteemed cultivator.

And so they rushed towards the Dukedom.

Author's Note: Sup! I have deleted the previous chapter, because it was way too bad! Instead, this will be the new chapter.

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