Six Realms Immortal Emperor

Is Dongfang Siyu going back to the manor?

"Dongfang Siyu is coming back soon. I wonder if that girl has grown taller." Xu Jingtian was leading a horse as he walked out of the mansion, still thinking about what Dongfang Shanzhan had said that morning.

He then smiled wryly. This young lady of the Dongfang family—what right did a lowly servant like himself have to care? He vaguely remembered that Dongfang Siyu was the same age as him, probably fifteen this year. He wondered how Dongfang Siyu was doing in her cultivation at the Brahma Sect, and how she compared to those legendary immortals.

"Hey! You blind beast, are you looking for death?!" Xu Jingtian was jolted awake by a roar.

A person suddenly appeared from around the corner of the courtyard wall, walking in a hurry, and bumped into the horse in front of him, soiling a small part of his snow-white clothes.

This man, named Dongfang Sifeng, was the eldest son of Dongfang Yingyong, the elder brother of the family head Dongfang Shanzhan. At this moment, he was carrying a bundle in his right hand and glaring angrily at Xu Jingtian.

Although Dongfang Shanzhan is the head of the family, he is not the eldest. He has an older brother, and the two brothers' names are taken from two characters in "heroic and skilled in battle".

Both brothers, Dongfang Shanzhan and Dongfang Siyu, were skilled in martial arts and their strengths were roughly equal. It was precisely because of Dongfang Siyu that Dongfang Shanzhan, who ranked second, was able to become the head of the family.

Dongfang Sifeng is currently at the second level of the physical body realm, making him one of the best among the disciples of the Dongfang family.

"Ah! It's Young Master, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, let me brush the dirt off you." Xu Jingtian's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stepped forward with a fawning expression to brush the dust off Dongfang Sifeng.

"Isn't this a little beggar? Get out of here! You've dirtied my clothes. Don't ruin my precious things. Can you afford to pay for them?" Dongfang Sifeng was furious. She threw the bundle in her right hand behind her back, and with her left hand, she blocked Xu Jingtian a foot away with a gust of wind from her palm, afraid that he would get his expensive clothes on her again.

The second level of physical cultivation is no joke; a single palm strike can easily weigh two hundred jin. Xu Jingtian couldn't withstand it. He broke free of the reins, stumbled back several steps, and fell flat on his back, his head hitting the ground heavily.

Dongfang Sifeng looked at him with a wicked grin. He recognized him as Xu Jingtian, the young horse groom. How could he be so blind? He would teach him a lesson. He deliberately hit him harder.

This young master is still the same as always, usually vicious and arrogant in front of his servants, bullying many people. He is even more ruthless towards Xu Jingtian, the lowest-ranking servant.

Xu Jingtian not only grew up, but also deeply understood the hardships Old Xu had endured back then. He learned to be patient and avoid trouble. He kept this advice firmly in mind until one day he had the power to speak out against injustice.

Therefore, ignoring the pain, he quickly got up, forced a smile, and went to Dongfang Sifeng, bowing and saying, "I'm sorry, young master, I was too reckless!"

Dongfang Sifeng frowned, surprised that Xu Jingtian had changed his attitude. Feeling annoyed, he casually unleashed a Snow Dragon Kick, kicking Xu Jingtian and yelling, "Get lost! If you delay me any longer, you'll get a beating later!"

Dongfang Sifeng's kick carried 30% of his martial arts strength; if it landed, he was confident he could keep Xu Jingtian from getting up for a long time. "You dare dirty my new clothes? You little stable boy, you've got a death wish!"

Dongfang Sifeng's kick was incredibly fast, and Xu Jingtian knew how powerful it was. This Snow Dragon Kick was extremely insidious, specifically targeting the enemy's groin. If it landed squarely on Xu Jingtian, he could forget about having any offspring for the rest of his life.

Xu Jingtian was horrified. He had only offended Dongfang Sifeng by chance, yet Dongfang had resorted to such a vicious act. This Dongfang Sifeng was truly insidious; he would definitely seek justice from him in the future.

Fortunately, Xu Jingtian had the move firmly in his mind, and he immediately understood its essence. However, he couldn't show off his skill too much. Otherwise, the young master would feel even more embarrassed, and who knew what else he might do? Most importantly, he couldn't reveal that he had secretly learned martial arts.

"Ouch!" The moment the foot touched Xu Jingtian's body, he flinched and rolled to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain.

"Hahaha!" Dongfang Sifeng didn't even glance at them, carrying the bundle in both hands, and walked through the door with great pleasure. Being able to teach those ignorant servants a lesson from time to time made him feel that being the eldest young master of the Dongfang family was truly satisfying.

Dongfang Sifeng thought to himself, if it weren't for important business to attend to today, he would definitely teach Xu Jingtian a lesson. He figured Dongfang Siyu only returned to the manor once every few years; she must have brought back quite a few treasures from that sect.

Legend has it that cultivation sects possess precious elixirs that can enhance martial arts prowess. If one could obtain even a few, their martial arts would advance by leaps and bounds. Today, he intends to deliver this great gift before those Eastern disciples, paving the way for their advancement.

Once the young master was out of sight, Xu Jingtian groaned as he got up, not even bothering to brush the dust off his clothes, and hurriedly left this troublesome place.

Arriving at a mountain hollow ten miles outside Guangting Fort, Xu Jingtian let his horse graze in the mountains while cautiously looking around. After confirming that no one was around, he quickly lifted his clothes, revealing a red mark on his stomach.

Xu Jingtian gently touched the spot where he had been kicked, feeling no pain whatsoever, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips. If it weren't for his extraordinary physical strength, he probably would have been in pain for several days.

Sometimes, Xu Jingtian wondered if he was a monster. Last time he fell into the valley, even a disciple of the Eastern Sect would have lost limbs, but he wasn't even left with a scar. He had never told anyone this secret.

"Hmph! Dongfang Sifeng is too vicious. He's bullied me all the time, and this time he's gone even further!" Xu Jingtian said, clenching his fist tightly, which strengthened his resolve to practice martial arts diligently.

"Hmph! Dongfang Sifeng, my father's death was also related to you, and I've always kept it in mind! If I ever reach the third level of cultivation, I'll definitely teach you a lesson!" Xu Jingtian said fiercely as he rolled up his sleeves.

He had already figured out the truth about his father, Old Xu's, death. Although it wasn't directly related to Dongfang Sifeng, it was because of them that he was so angry that his old injuries flared up and he died.

"Sigh! It seems that my father's life lesson was right: better to be a beggar than a slave." Sometimes Xu Jingtian envied those beggars who had fallen on hard times on the streets. Even if they suffered from cold and hunger, it was still better than suffering and being bullied in the Dongfang family.

Only by working harder and harder can he escape this slave status and become a powerful figure!

Thinking of this, Xu Jingtian rolled up his sleeves and began practicing the moves he had secretly learned that morning.

Although this place is a bit far from Guangting Fort, for safety reasons, Xu Jingtian comes here every day to practice martial arts, and he practices for the whole day at a time.

Raising horses is hard work, but practicing martial arts is even harder. Xu Jingtian has been training with Old Xu since he was a child, and he is used to it all.

No matter how hard life is, one should not give up. Xu Jingtian believed that as long as he worked hard, one day he would do something earth-shattering.

In fact, Xu Jingtian had already mastered these moves very well. He only needed to be taught them once by the instructor, and he would remember them clearly. Therefore, he could practice them more efficiently.

But he still couldn't compare to those Eastern disciples, who ate chicken, duck, fish, and meat every day, and enjoyed all sorts of nourishing and health-preserving foods, while Xu Jingtian could only eat simple meals.

He ate dry rations when hungry and drank dew when thirsty, enduring more hardship and working harder than the true disciples of the East. Only in this way could he possibly rise above others.

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"Ha!" Xu Jingtian practiced each move with his heart. His fists were like tigers emerging from their dens, and his feet were like dragons breaking through the sea. His fists carried the wind, and his feet were wrapped in lightning. He looked more imposing than those Eastern disciples.

"Hmph! And those Eastern disciples who bully men and women, what's so great about them? They rely on their martial arts skills to do all sorts of evil things. I just can't stand it. If I ever have the chance, I'll let you taste what it's like to be bullied."

Letting the horse graze leisurely on the hillside, Xu Jingtian focused on practicing his moves while talking to himself. Unaware that a gray-clad man was watching him from a large tree a few feet behind him.

"Heh, an interesting lad! It seems he's from the Eastern Prefecture. With someone to lead the way, I won't need to bother." The man in gray looked at him for a while, then closed his eyes and lay down on a tree branch to rest.

No one knew the origin of this gray-clad man; he lay there on the slender branch, seemingly without any support.

As Xu Jingtian practiced his moves, the sun had unknowingly begun to set. He had only rested for an hour and eaten a piece of dry rations, and now his stomach was almost empty, and he started groaning.

"What a useless fellow!" Xu Jingtian muttered, rubbing his stomach. "Looks like we should call it a day." He had already mastered the moves he had secretly learned, and the more he practiced, the more he understood the profoundness of the moves.

"Heh, the Dongfang family's secret techniques are actually quite something." The gray-clad man on the branch woke up several times, glancing sideways at Xu Jingtian below. "This kid is physically robust and has some talent for martial arts."

"I don't know if I've grasped the concept correctly, but my body is getting stronger and stronger," Xu Jingtian murmured.

Indeed, before, after practice, Xu Jingtian was so tired that he had to lie on his horse's back to get back to the fortress. Now, he has plenty of energy and can walk back to the fortress in one go, still feeling full of energy.

Looking at the sky, it was getting dark. Xu Jingtian called his horse back, but he didn't notice that a ghostly figure was following him far behind. He had no idea who this person was.