Chapter 368 - Lucius (1/2)

This was supposed to be his third chance in life, yet, he was already dead.

But strangely enough, his soul had yet to leave this body. This soul of his was still sticking to a dead being, and then, just as Wang Ling was about to come up with theories of his own, a light entered an eye.

'I have recovered one my vision?' he had no clue what the hell was happening.

But he saw it, a burning building with dozens of dead bodies littering while some more were kneeling on the floor.

Processing the information of the memory, Wang Ling slowly understood his situation and who this man was.

Lucius Vyasa was a no named youth whose only wish was to become a [Wayfinder].

A young man whose talent was mediocre, yet hardworking and diligent, he smiled at the face of troubles, all for the sake of giving his younger brother a brighter future.

Born of a fallen Noble family, he wanted nothing more than to become stronger and open a brighter future he was destined to lead. He wanted to disobey the fate of the heavens,

However, the only thing he received was disappointment.

Lucius Vyasa fell short of talent and resources, he was looked down upon, and in the end, he was abandoned by the Sect he joined. But he didn't give up, he kept at it and persevered, training in the ways of the fist until his eyes flowed red with blood.

Wang Ling remembered these events like it was his own, the pain, the hardship, and the dedication this lad put into his fist was beyond what his body could handle, but he didn't break.

Lucius Vyasa actually grew stronger the more pain he suffered from, and the stronger he became, the more promising he looked. After a lot of hardship, he finally entered the Core discipleship of the Sect.

But strength begets challenge, envy, and jealousy and those who thought him to be underserving because of his birthright looked down upon Lucius Vyasa.

Time and time again, Lucius Vyasa was belittled, he was used as a punching bag by those he was supposed to call peer. He wished to retaliate, but the existence of his brother became the bane of his existence.

They jeered at him and laughed at his plight. Spitting at his sorrows, chanting ab

”Those with strength stand above all, those with status are revered, and those with talent are envied — You have none of those, so don't you dare strut as if you do.”

Lucius Vyasa's eyes turned sharp, his intent soaring, yet he could do nothing. The brother he left behind was

His fist staggered in the air, the light under his eye disappeared — or so it would seem.

The fire simply stagnated, but it was not extinguished, his desire to rise was present and his determination remained unmoved.

His Master, the Elder of ruling over the Seventh Sword Mountain encouraged him to push forth, ”Hide your blade, hide your rage, and when it is time, strike your enemies down.”

Lucius Vyasa's desire needed no revitalization, but those words brought forth hidden desires that had never been told.

Accepting every fist strike, he coughed liters of blood, but he didn't falter. He grew stronger with every hit; he grew resilient with every strike.

He became a tempered blade ready to strike down his foe.

Then, the Sect Competition arrived.

Reaching what was called Qi Reinforcement Realm, he unleashed his fist against a sword, a strength not even his master knew appeared, a single strike dug out the heart of the foe before him, and the might of a Master beyond a Realm was shown.

He expected everyone to cheer for his win, his master to congratulate him with open arms, but what Lucius Vyasa got was silence.

”What's happening!? Master!? Why are you not smiling? I won!” He questioned as he looked his master in the eye.

The one he killed was named, Seran Lopus, born from a family with a relatively large force.

Said force was nothing compared to the Sect and Lucius' Master, but, the Seventh Elder did not smile for his victory, instead, he grimaced and made an announcement.

Lucius was thrown out of his sect and the master he so wished to please abandoned him. Lucius wanted to despair but he hurried back home in fear of his brother's life.

Quickly, his feet carried him back home, from days to no end he ran and ran just to reach his home and protect the only had he had, yet once he reached his home, everything was already on fire.

Dozens of men from the Lopus Family gathered around him and the master he so respected was there, assisting the attackers.

The master he so respected stabbed him by the shoulder and pinned him on a tree questioning him about a matter even he could not understand, ”The Overhaul Phoenix Rebirth Technique! Where is it, boy!? We have upturned every brick that this house has, and we have yet to find it, boy, tell me where it is! Else I will kill you and your brother!”

It was at this time that Lucius finally understood why his master was doing this. The Overhaul Phoenix Rebirth Technique was the Vyasa Family's known familial heirloom that let its practitioner claw their way back from the brink of death and become younger.