Immortal Martial Emperor

Looking at the dozen or so vicious servants, Little Feng was terrified. But then he remembered what Hong Yu had said: under no circumstances could he let his Momentum weaken.

He immediately slammed his hand on the table, shot to his feet, and snapped, "Who are you? I am Beichen Feng, son of the Patriarch, Beichen Ba! Do you dare lay a hand on me? Are you not afraid of death?"

"This..."

Little Feng was young, and his voice even held the raw immaturity of a boy.

But...

That cold shout had actually worked to some extent.

The dozen or so vicious servants exchanged glances, momentarily too afraid to move.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the young girl with the leather whip standing behind them. She shrieked, "You worthless dogs! I, Beichen Ximen, am the Patriarch’s daughter! Anyone else is an impostor. If you don’t act now, I’ll go and tell my mother to teach you all a harsh lesson."

Beichen Ximen, the daughter of Wang Fei and Beichen Ba.

Ever since she was a child, Beichen Ba had never been strict with Beichen Ximen. To make matters worse, Wang Fei doted on her daughter excessively, and even the Beichen Family’s Second Master, Beichen Huo, treated her as if she were his own flesh and blood.

As a result, Beichen Ximen naturally developed an extremely willful, domineering, and even vicious "young lady" temper.

In the entire Beichen Family, who would dare to defy her?

She had been away on a trip for the past few days. As soon as she returned, she heard that some boy named Beichen Feng had moved into the Beichen Family residence, claiming to be the son of the Patriarch, Beichen Ba.

How could Beichen Ximen possibly tolerate that?

Without even taking the time to pay her respects to Wang Fei, she stormed over to Beichen Celestial Frost’s residence. At that time, Beichen Celestial Frost and Little Feng were at the Artifact Arena.

So she had her people hide and watch until Beichen Celestial Frost returned with Little Feng. Seeing her "little aunt," who was always so stern and blunt with her, treat Beichen Feng with such tenderness, Beichen Ximen was consumed by jealousy.

The moment she saw Beichen Celestial Frost leave, she burst in with a group of vicious servants and brazenly declared, "Listen to me! If you don’t beat this little bastard to death and throw him into the Lotus Pond to feed the fish today, I’ll have you all chopped to pieces!"

"Yes, Young Miss!"

The vicious servants exchanged helpless glances, then gritted their teeth and turned to Little Feng. "Our apologies. This is the Young Miss’s order."

The dozen or so vicious servants charged forward.

Little Feng scrambled under the table...

But these vicious servants all had Essence Realm cultivation, and one even had Mid-Stage Earth Soul Realm cultivation. He shattered the table with a single palm strike. Terrified, Little Feng’s face went pale as he scrambled up from the floor and dove under the bed.

"Hahaha, Young Miss, look! Doesn’t he look like a mouse?" one of the servants said.

Beichen Ximen’s eyes lit up. She laughed heartily. "He really is a mouse! Just as I said, a bastard. You lot, block off the bed so he can’t get out. I’m going to use a mouse-catching method—leave one opening and light a fire to suffocate him in there."

"Yes!"

The dozen or so vicious servants immediately moved tables and chairs to seal all four sides under the bed, leaving only a single opening.

Beichen Ximen lit a pile of firewood in front of the gap. Waving a feather fan, she directed the scorching flames and thick smoke through the opening and under the bed.

"COUGH, COUGH... COUGH COUGH COUGH..."

The space under the bed was instantly filled with thick smoke, followed by Little Feng’s pained coughs and gasps.

THUMP! THUMP!

Unable to bear the thick smoke and scorching heat, Little Feng tried to push up the bedframe from below, desperately trying to escape.

Seeing this, a vicious glint flashed in Beichen Ximen’s eyes. She handed the feather fan to a subordinate and ordered, "You, fan the flames. Fan them hard for me! Hehe, you want to break through the bed to escape? I refuse to let you succeed!"

Beichen Ximen leaped high into the air, landed on top of the bedframe, and began stomping down with all her might.

Although she was only six or seven, she had been nourished with countless Spirit Medicines from a young age. She already possessed the strength of the Second Layer of the Essence Realm, making her much stronger than Little Feng, who had never come into contact with the Martial Dao.

"Cough, cough... Let me out, let me out..."

Little Feng banged relentlessly on the bedframe from below.

The thick smoke inside was already making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

A deceptively innocent smile played on Beichen Ximen’s lips, but her words carried a bone-chilling cold. "You want out? Fine. All you have to do is bark like a dog, say your mother was a whore for a thousand men, and call yourself a son of a bitch. Do that, and I’ll let you out!"

"My... my mother is the best mother in the world. No one can compare to her."

Little Feng said stubbornly.

Beichen Ximen’s expression soured. "Well, well," she seethed, "you dare to defy me. Just you wait..."

She pointed at the Earth Soul Realm servant. "You, come here. Punch a few holes in the bedframe, big enough for a head to stick out. And then find me a hammer."

"Ah, the Young Miss wants to play Whack-a-Mole? This humble servant will see to it at once!"

The vicious servant bowed and scraped as he withdrew.

A moment later, he returned with a twenty- or thirty-pound wooden mallet.

He respectfully handed it to Beichen Ximen and said earnestly, "Young Miss, this hammer is quite heavy, so remember to hit him lightly. If you kill him in one blow, the fun will be over!"

"Mhm, I know!"

Beichen Ximen’s face was flushed with excitement, eager to begin.

The servant gathered Palm Light in his palm and struck the bedframe several times, instantly creating six or seven holes.

A wave of thick smoke and heat immediately billowed out from under the bed.

"Cough, cough!"

Little Feng poked his head out of one of the holes.

"Young Miss, over here!"

the servant called out.

Beichen Ximen excitedly swung the Heavy Hammer at Little Feng’s head.

"Ah!"

Little Feng cried out in alarm and quickly pulled his head back.

SMASH!

The hammer crashed down on the wooden bed.

Furious, Beichen Ximen saw Little Feng pop out of another hole and immediately swung again.

Little Feng was ready this time, and Beichen Ximen missed three, four, even five times in a row.

She stomped her feet in a rage and commanded four of the servants, "You lot, guard the holes! The second he sticks his head out, grab him! I’m going to teach him a harsh lesson!"

"Yes!"

Four vicious servants crouched by the bed.

Little Feng had heard their plan and tried to stay hidden, but Beichen Ximen ordered her lackeys to fan the billowing smoke and waves of searing heat under the bed even harder.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Little Feng stuck his head out, only to be instantly grabbed by one of the servants who had been lying in wait.

"Hahaha, Young Miss, I’ve got him!"

The vicious servant grabbed both of Little Feng’s ears, yanking them viciously as he shouted for praise.

"Let me go! Let me go..."

Little Feng twisted his body, trying to break free.

But the servant’s hands were locked onto his ears like a vise. Every time he twisted his head, a searing pain shot through him. He could only watch as Beichen Ximen, an innocent smile on her face, excitedly swung the hammer right at his head.

His eyes wide with terror, Little Feng shrieked, "Let me go! Please, I’m begging you, let me go..."

But in that moment, not a single person showed him any sympathy.

THWACK!

The hammer fell heavily.

A sickening crack of bone could be heard. Little Feng’s whole body convulsed once, and then his struggling form went limp.

Blood flowed from his eyes and ears.

"Hm? Is he dead?"

Beichen Ximen frowned.

The servant checked him. "Young Miss, he’s just unconscious. Not completely dead yet!"

"Oh. In that case, drag him out and take him to the Lotus Pond to feed the fish!"

Beichen Ximen casually tossed the hammer aside and said nonchalantly.

"Right away!"

The servant pulled Little Feng out from under the bed and began dragging his limp body toward the Lotus Pond.

The group arrived at the Lotus Pond, where countless fish could be seen swimming in the water below.

A gleeful look appeared on Beichen Ximen’s face. "My babies, I’m back!" she cried, kicking a live sheep that a servant had prepared into the Lotus Pond.

SPLASH! THRASH!

The water churned violently.

The seemingly tranquil fish transformed into a swarm of Evil Ghosts, descending upon the sheep. In the blink of an eye, nothing remained but a skeleton, which sank to the bottom of the Lotus Pond.

Her face flush with excitement, Beichen Ximen ordered, "Men, bring that little bastard here! Cut a few gashes on him, pour saltwater on the wounds, and wake him up!"

"Yes!"

The servant, moving with practiced ease, took out a dagger and made several deep cuts on Little Feng’s body before pouring a concentrated saltwater solution over the wounds.

"ARGH...!"

A bloodcurdling scream erupted from Little Feng’s mouth. His entire body flushed crimson as he threw his head back, shrieking in agony.

"Oh my, you can’t even handle a few cuts?" Beichen Ximen said disdainfully.

Little Feng gasped for breath, his clear black eyes shrouded in despair and helplessness. He looked at the bright-eyed, pretty girl before him, unable to reconcile her appearance with the Demon who had tormented him so.

"Oh? That look in your eyes... are you thinking of revenge?" Beichen Ximen slapped Little Feng across the face.

A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of Little Feng’s mouth, but he didn’t struggle or cry out. He just stared silently at Beichen Ximen.

"What are you looking at? Are you asking for more...?"

Annoyed, Beichen Ximen delivered several more slaps in a row.

Her slaps knocked Little Feng’s head from side to side, and with every impact, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The scene was somewhat ridiculous, somewhat ironic.

A group of burly, brutish servants restrained a boy of seven or eight, who looked emaciated from clear malnourishment.

Before him stood an energetic-looking girl of six or seven, gritting her teeth and relentlessly slapping him with her small, delicate hands. She put all her strength into every vicious strike.

After delivering more than thirty slaps, Beichen Ximen finally stopped.

Looking at Little Feng’s blood-covered face, she said angrily, "As expected of a little bastard, you can sure take a beating."

Little Feng shook his woozy head.

His eyes were still bright and clear as he stared intently at Beichen Ximen, who was now tired from all the hitting.

Blood was spilling from his mouth, but his words were surprisingly clear. "If... if I’m not mistaken, I... I should be calling you... little sister."

"Screw you! I don’t have a bastard for a brother!" Beichen Ximen raised her hand to hit him again.

But Little Feng simply looked her in the eye and asked earnestly, "I only came to find my father. I just wanted to tell him my mother died for him. I’m just a child trying to find his father... Can you tell me, was I wrong? Was doing this wrong?"

Little Feng looked at her intently, then at the menacing servants surrounding them.

Every person his gaze fell upon found themselves unable to meet it, instinctively lowering their heads.

Little Feng scanned the faces around him. Tears of hurt and helplessness welled in his eyes, but his voice was firm. "So it seems I did nothing wrong. In that case, why are you treating me like this?"

Indeed, why?

Little Feng was just a child who had lost his mother and come back to find his father. What had he done wrong?

He hadn’t even done anything at all!

The atmosphere grew heavy.

But this oppressive atmosphere was precisely what Beichen Ximen hated most. A look of fury crossed her face. "I don’t care if you’re right or wrong! I just hate you, you little bastard! Men, throw him into the Lotus Pond and feed him to the fish!"

The servants froze for a moment, hesitating. But then they grabbed Little Feng and moved to throw him into the Lotus Pond, which was filled with Man-eating Fish.

Just at that critical moment, a voice filled with monstrous rage boomed like thunder over the Beichen Mansion...

"Ma Le Gobi! Who the fuck dares to touch Little Feng? I’ll slaughter your entire family!"