There was a small boy sitting under the tree. His body was scrawny, thin and small, but his eyes were bright. Even though his clothes were tattered and filled with holes, he sat under the tree with a peaceful silence. His head of white hair was captivating, bright blue eyes that shone under the sun. Fei Qianchi turned his head towards the distance.
“Qianchi!” A woman’s voice was heard from the distance. Her thin body walked towards the small boy, a bright smile on her face. Chan Lihua was dressed in a plain robe. She was thin, but it was unable to mar her beauty. Her white hair was pinned back by a single hairpin.
Unlike Fei Qianchi, Chan Lihua’s eyes were brown. Her lips were full and pink, with almond eyes and delicate brows. Her cheeks were a bit sunken in, but it was unable to take away from the beauty that she possessed as she walked with graceful steps.
Fei Qianchi smiled, his cheeks that were slightly chubby lifted. “Mother.” Standing up, he ran towards Chan Lihua.
Chan Lihua’s smile turned even brighter as she reached her hand out to Fei Qianchi, “How has my son been doing today?”
“The same as always, mother. Did… did Madam Fei call for you again?” Fei Qianchi’s voice turned a bit quieter as his eyes looked up towards Chan Lihua, grasping onto her hand tighter.
Chan Lihua’s expression didn’t change, even as her eyes flickered. “No, mother just had some matters to attend to.” She bent her knees slightly, looking at Fei Qianchi face-to-face and her pale hand lifted to rub his cheeks. “Don’t worry, although mother is weak, I can still protect you.”
Fei Qianchi looked at his mother’s eyes, soft and both gentle, nodding his head. “I know, then shall we go, mother?” His voice was soft, but his words were mature. The way that he acted and spoke was very mature for his age, even as no teachers had taught him these things.
“Yes, it is getting late. Come here, let mother hold your hand.” Chan Lihua stood up as her right hand held Fei Qianchi’s left hand in her own.
Fei Qianchi knew that his mother was hiding something, but he didn’t ask, knowing that Chan Lihua was hiding it on purpose. After all, he knew how much his mother suffered in this place. Still, like a child who didn’t know anything, he merely followed what she said, not questioning it.
As the two walked away from the tree, one bigger and one smaller, it truly depicted how close their relationship was.
Fei Qianchi hid behind Chan Lihua, hiding away from all the stares of disgusted from the servants as they walked past them.
Chan Lihua continued walking, as if she wasn’t affected.
When the area began to clear, many of the servants were no longer seen, and they finally arrived at a desolate courtyard. The courtyard was broken and in ruins, weed over-growing. But still, the two walked inside as if it was only normal.
Fei Qianchi rushed into the courtyard with Chan Lihua laughing as she followed. Inside, a small meal was already set. A few buns were within a bowl and two bowls of soup were set up. For others, this was a meal that even the servants of this residence didn’t eat. For the two, it was a lavish meal.
Fei Qianchi looked at the food, his delicate face filled with questions. “Mother, did you sell your artifacts again?” When times got too rough, Fei Qianchi knew that Chan Lihua would take her precious artifacts and sell them off for only a few copper coins. Obviously, she was losing money by doing so but she could only move so that Fei Jiansheng, his father, wouldn’t find out what she was doing.
Chan Lihua still smiled, “No, this time, I had some time to embroider a few small purses and I secretly sold them off. Even though I look weak like this, I was once a strong cultivator.” She smiled brightly, showing no sign of mistreatment.
Fei Qianchi knew that behind that smile, Chan Lihua was suffering but he didn’t say anything else.
“Come and eat before the soup turns cold.” Chan Lihua didn’t let Fei Qianchi say another word as she helped him sit on the chair.
Fei Qianchi silently reached for a white bun. His small hands held the bun and carefully bit into it. There was nothing in the bun, only dough, but still, he ate and savored the bun.
“If it’s too dry, dip it in some soup.” Chan Lihua smiled, watching her son eat.
“Mother, you should eat too.” Fei Qianchi brought up, seeing that Chan Lihua hadn’t touch anything yet.
“En, I just wanted to watch you eat. It seems like you’ve grown again.” Chan Lihua couldn’t hide the sad light in her eyes that Fei Qianchi immediately noticed.
But he didn’t bring it up, knowing well that Chan Lihua had always tried to hide her sorrow and pain. Under the table, his small fist was clenched tightly. Though Fei Qianchi wanted so much to protect his mother, he couldn’t do anything. He could only watch as Chan Lihua was tormented everyday by Madam Fei and his father, Fei Jiansheng. Everyday, he could only watch as the servants treated Chan Lihua harshly.
Fei Qianchi watched Chan Lihua intently as she finally reached out a hand to grab a bun and slowly bit into it. Taking a bite of the bun, she drunk a spoon of soup, her every move filled with elegance.
Although Fei Qianchi didn’t know, Chan Lihua had always spoke that she used to come from a powerful family. Unfortunately, things changed and she got married to Fei Jiansheng by force, where she later suffered in this residence as she became the concubine of a man that already had a wife.
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Fei Qianchi’s mind was filled as he ate the bun. His face didn’t give away his thoughts and Chan Lihua watched with a light smile.
A boy of only ten years old, Fei Qianchi was too mature for his age. It came with the long years of living in this wretched residence, having to bear the weight of being an illegitimate child and the tortures of Madam Fei.
Fei Qianchi knew that Madam Fei thought worse of Chan Lihua, physically torturing her with hard work. Even though Chan Lihua’s body was weak from an old illness, she could never get a day of rest. Fei Qianchi wanted to protect her but his body was too small for that. Not to mention, although he had taught himself, he could only cultivate by just a bit. Fei Jiansheng didn’t care for Chan Lihua, thus the two of them lived everyday like this.
“Mother, are you doing anything tonight?” Fei Qianchi noticed that the sun was already setting and his big eyes turned to look at Chan Lihua with a small light.
Chan Lihua’s lips lifted into a gentle smile as her eyes glowed mischievously, “Why? Do you want mother to sing to you again?” Her sickly features were unable to mask her playful personality.
Fei Qianchi lightly nodded his head as he drunk the last of his soup. It was one of the few things he could enjoy in this world, his mother singing.
Chan Lihua’s smile widened, her eyes lighting up. As the two finished the meal, Chan Lihua stood and helped Fei Qianchi. “Let’s get you ready for bed first. Afterwards, I’ll prepare a song to sing for you.” She held onto Fei Qianchi’s hand, unable to mask the happiness in her voice.
Fei Qianchi followed along, nodding his head gently. He went along with everything that Chan Lihua did, letting her get him groomed and ready for bed. As he laid on the hard bed with a small blanket, his eyes were very peaceful. It didn’t take long for Chan Lihua to also come into the bedroom, now dressed in lighter clothing than before. Her white hair was flowing over her back, a small smile on her face that made her appear even more beautiful.
Fei Qianchi smiled lightly as Chan Lihua winked towards him and moved onto the bed. Situating herself, Chan Lihua turned towards Fei Qianchi, her hand gently combing through Fei Qianchi’s silky hair.
“What song do you want me to sing?” Chan Lihua’s voice was soft at the moment.
The moonlight peeked through the window, cicadas could be heard outside of the window.
Fei Qianchi sat in silence, his eyes closed as Chan Lihua combed through his hair. Finally, in a meek voice, he whispered, “The lullaby you made for me.” As he said this, his heart felt warm. He turned over to face Chan Lihua, showing a bright smile.
Chan Lihua looked at her son with a warm light in her eyes. “Alright then. It’s been a while since I sung for you.”
Chan Lihua coughed a few times, getting her voice ready. Doing this, she made sure to tuck Fei Qianchi into the blanket.
“The moon has creeped into the sky,
Rluta tjr mbwf, P gfmbeca sbeg sfjgr.
Ktf yjys sbe bcmf kfgf, sbe tjnf ugbkc.
Zs mtliv, P ibnf sbe klat jii ws tfjga.
Ktbeut tjgrt, P tbiv jc ewygfiij obg sbe.
Ktfrf tjgvrtlqr, P bcis klrt sbe yf rjof.
Qtfc atf rec rtlcfr bcmf wbgf, xcbk,
That we may be parted but close are our hearts.”
Chan Lihua’s soft voice was enchanting. Her every word was sung with a softness and timbre that made Fei Qianchi close his eyes. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, listening to the sound of Chan Lihua’s beautiful voice. Soon, he was already deeply asleep.
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The next morning came, Fei Qianchi opened his eyes. The sun’s ray shone through the window and he grimaced. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the bedroom, noticing that Chan Lihua was gone. There was an unsettling feeling in his heart as his small body climbed down from the bed.
“Mother?” Fei Qianchi’s soft voice called out in the silence. But there was nothing. His eyes glanced around, blue eyes filled with a panic as he hurriedly grabbed his clothing and quickly dressed in it. Soon, his tiny feet rushed out of the desolate courtyard.
The eyes of the servants penetrated him, some with sneers and snickers that made him scared deep down. But still, Fei Qianchi ran quick, searching for Chan Lihua.
“Look at him! As the son of a prostitute, of course, he would have such looks. Who knows, if he gets thrown into a brothel, Madam would thank all of us.”
“Just like his mother, they are both worthless. What a disappointment for Master Fei…”
Fei Qianchi’s heart was beating a thousand mile as he raced through the huge residence. He was so scared, it was biting at him. Even as he ran, his body trembled. The signs were so clear… Chan Lihua hadn’t been acting like norml since yesterday.
Fei Qianchi bit his small lips, his young face twisted in fright. Suddenly, he could hear the screams. It was a wretched scream, a scream so painful to his heart. As the path cleared, Fei Qianchi entered a crowd of servants. They were all standing, their faces filled with sneers.
At the very front, Chan Lihua was held down, a dagger digging deep into her chest. Blood soaked her white robes, her face pale and pallid, her beautiful white hair was in knots and cut in all places. By her, Madam Fei dug the dagger into her chest.
“Do you know? The only use you have is this core of yours. If not for the sake that you are a cultivator, my husband would’ve never allowed you to enter this residence. You owe this core to me, you lowly who*e. You ruined my life.” Madam Fei sneered, looking into Chan Lihua’s brown eyes. Looking up, she finally took out the dagger, digging a small golden core in the process. A servant brought a beautiful box and the core was carefully set into it, the light that it gave was beautiful.
Fei Qianchi felt his breath stop. Unable to help it, he screamed out, “Mother!”
Pushing through the crowd, Fei Qianchi ran towards Chan Lihua, who looked over in fear.
“No, Qianchi!” Her voice was hoarse from the countless times she had screamed.
Madam Fei smirked as Fei Qianchi rushed over.
Before he could make it, she ordered, “Servants, hold him down. Since he came here, why don’t I give him a treat?”
Fei Qianchi felt his arms and legs being grasped, his body pushed to the ground, unable to fight back. He watched in fear as Madam Fei took out a whip filled with barbs.
“Chan Lihua, curse you.” From behind Chan Lihua, who was being held by two maids, Madam Fei lifted the long whip, swinging it as it was brought down, slashing Chan Lihua’s back, a bloody line being created that ripped her robe.
“Ugh!” Chan Lihua screamed out from the pain. Yet, her eyes were focused on Fei Qianchi.
“Mother!” Fei Qianchi tried to struggle, tried to fight away from the people who held him down. But what use could a small boy of only ten years old do against adults?
“Look. This is your mother. This is what she deserves for stealing my husband and even giving birth to such a wretched boy like you.” Madam Fei sneered as she lifted the whip in the air, slashing down onto Chan Lihua’s back.
Chan Lihua stifled a cry, her chest bleeding heavily from having lost her core, the foundation for her cultivation. Looking at Fei Qianchi, she struggled to break free from the guards, though ending to no avail.
Fei Qianchi felt a tearing in his eyes. He couldn’t say a word, seeing Chan Lihua mouth some silent words. Under the hold of the countless people, Fei Qianchi couldn’t squirm even if he wanted to, his blue eyes watching silently, tears falling from them. The foreboding feeling he felt from a while ago was true. Within his heart, a heavy stone was set in place.
Chan Lihua’s back was dyed red, her skin was bloodied and marred. But still, she bit her lips, no longer making a sound for fear that Fei Qianchi would get even more scared.
“Chan Lihua, you are a mere prostitute! The fact that you were able to climb your way up like how you did, I have to give it up to you. If not for the fact that you were also a cultivator just like my husband, he wouldn’t have let you step foot into this residence. Your only use was this core of yours that will now belong to my son.” Madam Fei grinned, her eyes glinting as she pinched Chan Lihua’s chin with her hand, causing a bruise to appear.
Then, Madam Fei glanced towards Fei Qianchi. Her eyes lit up as she commanded, “Bring that boy to me.”
Fei Qianchi was dragged towards Chan Lihua, his white hair was in tatters, skin being scrapped against the ground.
“No, please! You can do anything to me, just don’t harm my son!” Chan Lihua suddenly screamed out, begging in a mournful voice as Fei Qianchi was dragged and thrown onto the ground.
“Who*e! Even when you are about to die like this, you can still protect you son, huh?! I want to see how long you can protect him with your dying body.” Madam Fei ruthlessly slapped Chan Lihua, sending her collapsing onto the ground, spitting out blood.
In the spur of that moment, Fei Qianchi found the strength to break away from the grasps, racing off the ground, not minding his injuries as he ran towards Chan Lihua.
“Mother!” Fei Qianchi’s soft voice cracked, his blue eyes wide with tears. With his small arms, he grasped onto Chan Lihua. His small body seemed strong in that moment as he protected his mother.
“Qianchi,” Chan Lihua’s voice was very soft, almost silent. She glanced at Fei Qianchi, weak and losing all her strength.
“Look at this, a weak boy like you trying to protect your mother. Guards! Hold him down. Since he doesn’t want this who*e to die, why don’t I just kill her in front of him!” Madam Fei laughed, loud and evil as she reached for a sword that was handed over by a guard next to her. “Hold onto him tight and make sure that he watches closely. Raise her head high for me.”
Once again, Fei Qianchi was pulled away from Chan Lihua, even as he held tightly onto her hand, they were forced apart. “No, mother!” No, please…
Chan Lihua could only smile with tears as Fei Qianchi was pulled away. Her hair was pulled, jerking as her head was lifted by force.
“Please! Don’t do this!” Fei Qianchi screamed as Madam Fei walked over with a long sword in her hand, walking towards Chan Lihua. Tears fell from his blue eyes, his face filled with fear and pain.
Chan Lihua glanced at Fei Qianchi in silence. As Madam Fei walked towards her, she could only accept her poor fate.
“Well, in the end, I still won. Chan Lihua, blame it on yourself for daring to sleep with my husband, even giving birth to a child. So what if you can cultivate and I can’t?! I was still his wife!” Madam Fei smiled with craziness, swinging the sword in her hand. “Hold her head, make sure that that boy watches closely to what I do to his mother.”
Fei Qianchi’s head was held up high, staring at Chan Lihua.
Chan Lihua looked at Fei Qianchi, a sad smile on her pale lips. “Qianchi, mother loves you.”
And then, Madam Fei sneered, lifting her sword in the air as she swung it. The sword made contact with Chan Lihua’s neck, blood spraying as Chan Lihua fell to the ground.
“No!!!” Fei Qianchi screamed out as he watched Chan Lihua hit the ground, blood pouring from her neck, her whole body was covered in blood.
In this dark world, Fei Qianchi’s only light was his mother. So why? Why was it that even this was taken from him? As the guards let go of him, Fei Qianchi dragged his body towards Chan Lihua. He lifted his trembling hand, touching a body that was still warm but lifeless.
Was this how the world ran like? Even a woman like this would still die under the hands of a cruel and evil person?
“Listen to me… give in to me and I will let you get revenge. I’ll give you all the power you need to enact revenge on these people. For having ruined your life, destroying everything, it is only normal to seek payment for all that you’ve lost, all that you’ve suffered. I can give you that power. Just give in to me and I will help you get rid of all these people that have tortured you.”
It came from nowhere, the voice that whispered into Fei Qianchi’s ears.
Fei Qianchi closed his eyes, a dark and raging force rumbling within him. Mother… and then, he suddenly laughed. Was this fate? Even a person like his mother could lose her life… why be righteous?
Fei Qianchi let go of all the ropes that tied his heart. He gave in to the whisper, to the voice within his head. A chuckle entered his ears as the voice turned darker and louder.
“Let me borrow your body for a bit. When you wake, you will be free of these people. Now rest… I will show you the power you possess from deep within you.”
Fei Qianchi lost his consciousness.
But somehow, he heard Madam Fei’s voice.
“Stupid son of a who*re! It’s because of you that my family has fallen to such ruins. Die! Only when you’re dead will my family prosper once more!”
Fei Qianchi drifted in and out of consciousness but he felt his body fall.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw a man dressed in white, a sword on his back.
“A child? Why are you injured?”
Then, Fei Qianchi finally collapsed, his mind blank.
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Who’s that voice?
So it was the ML who helped him but was gone by the time MC opened his eyes. The first person he saw was the B guy who had enimity of parents being killed by ML’s big bro so, they then concoct the plan to use MC to hurt ML and hurt his big brother!!!
So that voice is the one that overtook his body when he found iut Baicheng’s marriage and killed the elders, brothers, sisters and Lonwang(?) It might also be the one that took his body whilst fighting from last arc.
Woah, his family is pure trash (minus his mother of course!). And I bet that it wasn’t his mother that ‘enchanted’ his slagman of a father. I wouldn’t be surprised if this father was the one who forced himself on to her or something like that. I wonder what sh*tty circumstances led to Fei Qianchis mother to become so sick and to have to marry such an awful guy.
Ohhh and that voice Fei Qianchi heard. Could that be the one who played with the ‘mere humans’ as if they were marionettes on strings – leading to all the following tragedies?