Chapter 2

"Humph!"

Qiao Jingyuan glared at Di Wanxian, who lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog, his mouth corner stained with blood. She endured the tingling sensation in her buttocks and left without looking back.

Seeing that Qiao Jingyuan did not even glance at him, Ye Chenfeng gave a self-deprecating smile. In the past, Qiao Jingyuan would not only not ignore him but would also try every means to please him. However, ever since it was discovered that his soul could not condense a soul beast and he was expelled from the Ye family, everything changed.

This made Ye Chenfeng deeply realize how cruel reality could be.

"I must become stronger, I must become stronger."

Ye Chenfeng clenched his fists tightly and vowed to himself. Although he knew that without a soul beast, becoming a strong person would be extremely difficult, no matter how many thorns lay ahead, he would not give up and would forge ahead bravely.

After buying two cheap medicinal herbs, Ye Chenfeng left the apothecary. Although the living conditions in the White Emperor Martial Mansion were excellent, since he was expelled from the Ye family, he lost all his sources of income. To save money, he had to rent a cheap small courtyard in the suburbs of White Emperor City.

"Hmm, the smell of blood, why is there a smell of blood in the courtyard?"

Ye Chenfeng, dragging his tired body, had just returned to the cheap small courtyard when his sensitive sense of smell detected a faint smell of blood in the air, and he immediately became alert.

Standing at the door, Ye Chenfeng's eyes flickered as he searched for danger. Unexpectedly, under the only ancient tree in the courtyard, he found a blood-soaked corpse lying motionless in a pool of blood, with a sharp weapon piercing its chest.

"A dead person, why is there a dead person in my house?"

Ye Chenfeng frowned as he looked at the distant corpse. After a moment's hesitation, he approached to check the situation.

"What exquisite clothes, it seems this person must have been a significant figure in life."

As Ye Chenfeng examined the situation, he found that although the clothes on the corpse were severely torn, they felt very smooth and fine to the touch and did not have a speck of dust on them, indicating that the clothes had some spiritual properties.

He had grown up in the Ye family and had seen many things, but he had never seen such a spiritually imbued fabric. Judging from the clothes on the corpse, this person's identity was definitely not ordinary.

"No, I must bury him as soon as possible. If his enemies find out he died here, I might be in mortal danger."

Having made up his mind, Ye Chenfeng immediately dragged the blood-soaked corpse to the back courtyard, intending to dig a large pit and bury him there.

While dragging the corpse, a ring covered in cracks, seemingly made of metal but not quite, with a dark golden gemstone embedded in it, fell out of the corpse's chest.

"Could this be a Spatial Ring?" Ye Chenfeng thought, recalling that the Ye family also had a similar ring, which was a family heirloom that ordinary people could never see, and its value was immeasurable.

Ye Chenfeng, who had a sixth-grade talent and was at the height of his fame, had the opportunity to see it once.

Thinking about the inner world of the Spatial Ring and the person's significant identity, Ye Chenfeng's eyes grew brighter.

"I'll take this Spatial Ring as a reward for giving you a proper burial." Ye Chenfeng said to the corpse with a pierced chest, picking up the severely damaged Spatial Ring.

"Crack!"

Unintentionally, Ye Chenfeng's right hand exerted some force, accidentally crushing the severely damaged Spatial Ring. A powerful restraining force erupted, causing his arm to go numb, his blood to surge, and a mouthful of blood to spurt out, as he fell heavily to the ground.

If the Spatial Ring had not been severely damaged, greatly weakening the restraining force, the power generated by the self-destruction of the Spatial Ring's restraint would have been enough to kill Ye Chenfeng on the spot.

"Hmm, what is that?"

After the restraining force dissipated, the seriously injured Ye Chenfeng discovered a square, pitch-black metal box and several severely damaged soul crystals. Everything else was too damaged to be of any use, which made Ye Chenfeng feel both regretful and heartbroken.

"I wonder what's in this black box?" Out of curiosity, Ye Chenfeng opened the black box, revealing a very strange, slowly writhing brain.

"A brain, this black box actually contains a living brain." Looking at the blood-red brain in the black box, Ye Chenfeng was somewhat dazed.

"Whose brain is this, and why is it still alive?"

In Ye Chenfeng's memory, a brain separated from the head would immediately die and would not have such a strong vitality.

"Hisss!"

When Ye Chenfeng, out of curiosity, touched the blood-red brain with his finger, he suddenly felt as if his finger had been stung, causing a piercing pain.

Just as he instinctively tried to pull his finger back, he found that his finger was firmly sucked by the blood-red brain, and a large amount of blood flowed into it.

After absorbing the blood from Ye Chenfeng's finger, the blood-red brain cells became more active, and streaks of blood light followed the blood from his finger into his body.

"Buzz!"

Ye Chenfeng felt as if a heavy hammer had struck his head, causing his soul to tremble, and he fell to the ground.

In the next moment, an excruciating pain surged in Ye Chenfeng's mind, as if countless needles were piercing his brain.

The pain made Ye Chenfeng clutch his head with both hands, large beads of sweat continuously seeping from his forehead, rolling on the ground, and howling in agony.

"What the hell is this thing? Is it trying to devour my brain?" The intense pain made Ye Chenfeng feel suffocated and on the verge of collapse.

Besides the pain, he was more afraid, afraid that his brain would be devoured by the strange blood brain, turning him into a mindless zombie.

"No, I still want to pursue the ultimate in martial arts; I cannot die like this."

In his pain, Ye Chenfeng roared, his fingertips deeply embedded in his scalp, struggling to maintain his mental clarity and the last bit of consciousness in his mind, fighting a futile battle.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Although it was only a short 180 seconds, it felt like an eternity to Ye Chenfeng. Just as he was about to faint from the unbearable pain, a thread of strange golden blood appeared in his heart meridian and fused into the blood brain.

In the next moment, the strange blood brain miraculously stopped devouring, and a flood of images surged into Ye Chenfeng's blood-soaked brain.

As Ye Chenfeng's brain fused with these memory images, the corpse with a pierced chest, whose blood was about to run dry, suddenly opened its blood-red eyes.

When he saw that the blood-red brain in the black box had vanished and Ye Chenfeng's head was enveloped in a cloud of blood mist, a look of surprise appeared in his blood-red eyes.

Immediately, this surprise was replaced by a cold, murderous intent.