Chapter 4

[[[CP|W:210|H:140|A:C|U:http://file1./chapters/20106/20/1429072634126642406008750658542.jpg]]] In the dimly lit great hall of the castle, the torches on the walls crackled and popped, and a middle-aged nobleman dressed in splendid attire read a parchment with a displeased look on his face. His high-pitched voice echoed through the hall, easily evoking thoughts of a certain special group of people.

"The great and holy king, the protector of all the people in the world, the unparalleled sovereign of the united kingdom of Vekia, the noble and glorious King Gitar III, according to the laws of succession of the kingdom, appoints Dosta to succeed as the Marquis of Falcon, to assist the royal family in managing the affairs of the Ribachi region..."

"Who is this dead pervert?" Duyu wanted to stand up but found his body unable to move. He could only remain on the ground, his buttocks sticking out, hands on the floor, his mind blank. He only remembered a large oil tanker truck rolling over him, feeling a sharp pain before he floated up into the air, helplessly watching his body burn to ashes in the flames of the burning tanker. He screamed with his mouth wide open but no sound came out, his body helplessly drifting with the wind. The bizarre and terrifying scene haunted his dreams until a bright white light enveloped him, and he was mysteriously transported to this strange world.

"Did I transmigrate?" Duyu had never believed in reincarnation, but now he had no choice but to believe. However, this mode seemed to have undergone a mutation in his case, as his wandering soul, with the white light, directly descended into the body of a small rural marquis named Dosta.

Dying in one world and being reborn in another, "Is this what transmigration is?" The strange feeling of a split personality made Duyu feel a chill down his spine. "Could the souls of all the dead be transported to another world?"

This made Duyu think of the story of "Zhuangzi Dreaming of Being a Butterfly." Was he dreaming of the butterfly, or was the butterfly dreaming of him? Perhaps his twenty-odd years of life in his previous world were just a dream of this small lord named Dosta! Maybe Zhuangzi two thousand years ago had also experienced the same thing.

The death of life might just be the beginning of a new world. No one knows what the afterlife is like! According to many great novelists, when enough karma and willpower reach a certain level, the illusory can become real. Perhaps the cycle of the six realms of hell has added a new path of transmigration.

"Am I destined to transmigrate?" Duyu shook his head in frustration but heard the old butler urging him, "Young master, quickly accept the appointment letter. This is very impolite."

The old butler's whisper startled Duyu, who had been lost in thought. He staggered to his feet and took the appointment letter from the pale-faced royal envoy.

The old butler quickly handed a bulging bag to the royal envoy, apologizing with a bow, "Lord Kayserein, I am truly sorry. You know about my young master's condition. Please do not take his rudeness to heart."

"How could I?" The royal envoy slightly weighed the bag, hearing the clinking of metal inside. His icy face turned a bit rosier. Finally, the envoy looked at Duyu, who was still holding the appointment letter in a daze, and shook his head with regret, "What a pity that the once-renowned Falcon family has fallen so far."

The old butler respectfully saw off the royal envoy, his figure appearing more hunched and lonely as he returned. Looking at the dazed Duyu, the old butler, who had served two generations of the family, helplessly shook his head and sighed, "Handing the family over to an idiot, I wonder what the master was thinking."

At night, Duyu lay in bed, his eyes wide open, his mind filled with confusion and despair, making it hard for him to sleep. Duyu's mind was filled with the memories of the small lord named Dosta. This was a continent called Caladia, with over a dozen kingdoms of varying sizes. The small lord he had possessed was named Dosta.

Dosta had been a dull and slow person since childhood, with a powerful maternal grandfather serving as the Minister of Military Affairs in the capital. The family had a prestigious name, "The Falcons of the Kingdom." According to tradition, this idiot, Dosta, would have been sent to the capital to take up a leisurely position after coming of age, and the family's inheritance would have passed to his cousin, a ten-year-old boy known for his wisdom, in two months.

However, a sudden event changed everything. Half a month ago, the old marquis, who had gone on a hunting trip in the snow mountains, encountered an avalanche. Out of a hundred guards, only a few survived. When the old marquis was dug out of the snow, he was already frozen solid, his body so stiff that even a hammer couldn't move it. He was cremated on the spot, leaving no will.

This sudden event disrupted the original plans. Although Dosta was an idiot, he was the only son of the old marquis. According to the kingdom's primogeniture law, the clearly intellectually challenged Dosta smoothly succeeded as the Marquis of Falcon. This caused dissatisfaction among other branches of the family, who declared their independence and became new nobles.

The Falcon family's territory, which was once considerable, was now fragmented, leaving only the fertile Gitar region under the control of Dosta, the legitimate heir.

What should he do? Duyu fell into a deep silence, feeling lost. After learning from the butler over the past few days, he realized he was in a precarious situation. If it weren't for the powerful maternal family in the capital, the territory might have been taken away. It was said that several branches had sought help in the capital, but the intervention of the powerful maternal family in the capital had allowed them to retain this land.

However, for the internal division of the Falcon family, the maternal grandfather could do nothing. For his intellectually challenged grandson, the powerful Minister of Military Affairs had only one thing to say: "The Falcon's wings are broken; let it fend for itself on the ground."

Amidst a sea of questions and confusion, Duyu could no longer keep his heavy eyelids open and fell into a deep, confused sleep. The next morning, the quiet Falcon Castle was broken by a noisy commotion.

"Dosta, you little fraud! Get out here!" Duyu, who was still sleeping, was awakened by the commotion outside his bedroom. Hearing the familiar, high-pitched female voice, an image of a middle-aged noblewoman appeared in his mind.

"Old woman, I know he's in there! Go and drag him out!" Lady Dukarimor, the sister of the former lord Dukarin and Dosta's aunt, had always believed her son would ascend to the head of the Falcon family. However, the cursed primogeniture law had thwarted her plans.

"Stop making noise, disturbing the peace so early in the morning!" Duyu, who was used to staying up late, groggily got up, angrily pulled open the bedroom door, and was taken aback by the scene before him. The old butler was lying on the ground, blood trickling from his forehead, and the hall was in chaos. Dozens of family servants and guards were being chased and beaten by a dozen burly men in light scale armor, groaning and writhing in pain.

According to tradition, the family's main branch should have had fifty resident guard knights. However, due to the lack of confidence in the intellectually challenged Dosta, the hundreds of knights who had joined the "Falcon family" for its glory and wealth had little hope for the new lord. Serving under an idiot lord would bring no future.

The decline of the Falcon family was inevitable. The knights who had come for glory and wealth would not stay in a place with no hope and chose to leave the Falcon family. This left the main branch with no legitimate knights, making it almost impossible to mount any significant resistance when the dozen knights suddenly attacked.

The knight leading the charge was Lady Dukarimor's top enforcer, a powerful Silver Cross Knight standing two meters tall, towering even among the tall Vekians.

Yosata kicked over a guard, suddenly finding an open path before him. He could clearly see the panic in the eyes of the idiot lord.

Lady Dukarimor had invested a lot in this. Whoever could capture this fat, intellectually challenged lord would be rewarded with the most fertile town in the territory, Ecali.

"I've got him!" Imagining the rich town of Ecali within reach, Yosata let out a strange cry and charged at Duyu, his large, knobby hands excitedly cracking.

"Run, young master!" The old butler, who was being stepped on by a knight, shouted in anger, but the towering Yosata charged like a lion into a flock of sheep, easily breaking through the two family guards and lunging at Dosta with a menacing face.

Although Dosta was also somewhat overweight, he was no match for the approaching Yosata. Seeing Yosata charge at him like a demon, the helpless, fat idiot lord, watched by everyone in the hall, screeched and fled into the bedroom, fumbling to lock the door from the inside, only to be kicked open by the powerful Yosata.

"It's over, young master Dosta is in their hands." All the Falcon family's servants felt a chill in their hearts. "The young master will be placed under house arrest, and the head of the Falcon family will change again." The once powerful family had fallen so quickly. Had the Falcon's wings really been broken? To be bullied by a chicken!

But things were worse than expected. Everyone heard the sound of furniture being knocked over from the young master's room, along with Dosta's unique, high-pitched screams and the crisp sound of slaps. This unique sound made everyone outside the door stand in shock.

No one could believe their ears. What was that sound? A devil's temptation? If it were a man and a woman, it would be understandable, but inside were only the fat, intellectually challenged Dosta and the burly Yosata. Could they be...

Imagining the burly Yosata moving on top of the fat, intellectually challenged Dosta, everyone felt nauseous. No wonder Yosata was so brave and excited. He had this kind of preference.

"I'll fight to the death with you!" The Falcon guards, unable to bear the humiliation, no longer cared about the kingdom's rule that drawing a sword meant a challenge to the death. Their red faces burned with anger, and they wanted to burn all the enemies to ashes. "Sending such a pervert to capture our young master is an insult!"

According to the kingdom's rules, drawing a sword at a knight was a declaration of a challenge to the death. The challenged knight could kill the challenger without any responsibility.

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

To everyone's surprise, the one who stumbled out of the young master's room, retreating, was the burly Yosata. In front of him, the idiot young master, who everyone thought was the target of the beating, was using his fat, thick hands to rain blows on Yosata's face like a storm.

"I'll teach you to be a good boy!"

"I'll teach you to knock before entering someone's room!"

This completely opposite scene left everyone in the hall stunned. "I never thought this fatso's body would be so excellent, perfect for practicing internal martial arts!"

When Duyu saw Yosata charging at him, his instincts as a former expert in internal martial arts kicked in. He discovered that the speed of his blood and qi circulation was several times faster than in his previous life, which delighted him. Internal martial arts focus on improving the speed and quantity of blood and qi circulation through training.

The spirit and blood qi are usually stored in the dantian (lower abdomen) and can be directed to flow throughout the body with a single thought.

Concentrating all the qi to attack a single point, nothing can withstand it. Internal martial arts often leave no visible marks on the surface but can cause deep internal injuries that are hard to heal.

"A single thought of the spirit! It's actually a single thought of the spirit!"

Duyu's hands moved faster and harder, the blood splattering from Yosata's face leaving a shocking trail of red on the walls. Duyu found that with just a single thought, his blood and qi rapidly flowed to his hands and eyes, the slight pain and the sound of his eardrums resonating with his heartbeat confirmed his suspicions.

"The pure heart, the single thought of the spirit, it's real!"

In Duyu's eyes, Yosata's painful dodges were as slow as a turtle, like a slow-motion scene in a movie. The world became silent, and the air flowed around him like a whirlpool.

Using a limited amount of blood and qi to generate infinite external force, this is the sacred realm of "a single thought of the spirit" in internal martial arts. However, Duyu soon realized a problem. This state was short-lived, and his body's movements also became slow, with the aftereffects of forced circulation appearing.

The lack of coordination in his movements made Duyu feel a slight dizziness, which chilled him. This feeling was similar to the legendary "qi deviation." He then understood that the body he possessed had never been trained in internal martial arts and could not keep up with his level of skill.

"If I still had my original body, I would have used the Heart-Breaking Kick to finish this reckless fool." Duyu watched the large figure moving slowly in the distance, feeling a sense of nostalgia. Although his own movements were also slow, being able to anticipate and react first was enough for Duyu, the internal martial arts expert.

"Slap!" Duyu's fat, chubby hand struck Yosata's prominent right cheek again, the force sending Yosata reeling, his two front teeth flying out. Before Yosata could recover,

"Slap!" Another slap, and Yosata felt his proud nose break under the fat man's hand, blood gushing out uncontrollably.

In an instant, Yosata felt like he was being attacked by an enraged bear that had just been disturbed from hibernation by a hunter.

Worst of all, the fat idiot was screaming various "ah, ah" cries, making it seem like he was the one being beaten.

"Slap, slap!"

The loud slaps made the entire hall fall silent. Everyone watched in shock, a wave of terror washing over them. Each crisp slap felt like it was striking their own face.

No one had thought that a simple slap, the most common form of punishment, could have such power. The endless "slap, slap" sounds, even with closed eyes, stirred the deepest fears in their hearts.

Duyu didn't use much force, but Yosata, despite dodging, always found himself within the range of the fat man's left and right hands. Yosata never imagined he would be beaten like a punching bag, a blatant "insult."

"Oh, God, catch him! Lady Dukarimor, seeing her top knight being beaten helplessly by her stupid nephew, was the first to recover from her shock. She shouted at the dozen knights who were still beating the servants, but was stopped by a family guard who had fallen to the ground and grabbed her leg.

"Protect the young master! Fight to the death!" Seeing their young master's bravery, the dozen guards and servants, who had already scattered, found weapons and charged into the hall, beating the knights who were held by the servants like punching bags.

"Let me leave safely! They're all crazy!" Lady Dukarimor, terrified by the scene, turned pale and retreated step by step in fear.

Hearing Lady Dukarimor's screams, Duyu increased his force, and Yosata, who was already on the verge of fainting from shame and anger, was knocked out by a "Bear Paw" strike.

Seeing the most valiant Yosata being beaten unconscious by the perverted lord, the remaining knights fled towards the door, "It's over, everything is over!" Lady Dukarimor, in a state of hysteria, collapsed on the ground, staring at the chandelier in despair.

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