C1009 The Arena

Qing Feng stared at Wan Shaan with a serious expression. He knew that Wan Shaan must have something to do with his past. He wanted to know what it was. Otherwise, every time he thought of something, he would have a headache.

"I'll sell you to the Arena tomorrow. Hehehe, perform well." Elder Hsing said with a sneer.

Then he turned around to look at Qing Feng with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Young man, although I don't know where you came from, and I don't care who you are. Since you have come to the Slave Market, you only have one identity, and that is to be a slave with a clear price. I don't want to care about what exactly is in your body. Tomorrow, you will go to the Arena with Wan Shaan." said the criminalist, smiling at Cool Breeze.

Hearing Elder Hsing's words, Qing Feng's pupils contracted. He knew his current situation, but he did not expect that the other party would notice the abnormality in his body. He did not know what his past was, but now he realized that someone could know it. It was as if he had found an opening to know his past.

"What do you know?" Qing Feng asked Elder Hsing, lying in front of the cage, holding the edge with both hands.

"Hur hur." Elder Hsing did not know why Qing Feng had such a reaction. He did not know exactly what was going on with her body. He only knew that there was a fog in front of his eyes that made him unable to see clearly.

He smiled and did not answer Qing Feng's question. Then he left the tent.

"Come back! Answer my question!" Qing Feng shouted.

But the Elder Hsing did not turn around and completely disappeared from Qing Feng's sight.

Qing Feng's eyes were filled with disappointment. His palm powerlessly let go of the edge of the iron cage and leaned against the corner of the cage.

"Hey! What is your name?" Wan Shaan heard that the Elder Hsing was going to bring this newcomer to the Arena with him. He knew very well what kind of place the Arena was. Only cultivators could survive there.

The reason why Elder Hsing wanted to send him to the Arena was because his cultivation was at the Condensing Origin Stage. With his cultivation level, if he were to get rid of being a slave, he would be someone with some status in the Heavenly Star City.

Now that Elder Hsing was also going to send Qing Feng to the arena, he subconsciously thought that the other party was also a cultivator. Otherwise, why would Elder Hsing send him to the arena with him?

He turned to Qing Feng to ask him who he was, but when Qing Feng heard Wan Shaan's words, he came back to his senses.

He turned his head. He felt a vague sense of familiarity with the man before him, but the stranger thing was that the man's name was familiar to him, and yet he could not think of any connection between them.

"My name is Qing Feng. What about you?" Qing Feng looked at him, confused. He wanted to know what he had to do with him, but he didn't dare to think about it. Once he thought about his past, he would have a headache.

"Wan Shaan, are you also a cultivator?" Wan Shaan asked casually, but his eyes narrowed as he looked at Qing Feng.

"No." Qing Feng didn't know why the other party asked him, but he still answered honestly.

"No? Then why did Elder Hsing send you and me to the Arena?" Wan Shaan said in disbelief.

"I don't know." Qing Feng said after being stunned for a moment. His expression changed slightly and he suddenly asked, "You know me?"

...

Heavenly Star City is a peaceful city, because there are not as many cultivators here as there are others, and there are a large number of ordinary people living here, so this place is also equivalent to a city for ordinary people.

But the only ones who were relatively well off were those who had a strong family background. After all, the world was ruled by cultivators.

And there were also some poor families in Heavenly Star City. These people struggled to survive in Heavenly Star City, and each of them had their own reasons and difficulties.

At this moment, in a dilapidated house at the corner of Heavenly Star City.

Zi Lan, whom Qing Feng had been looking for, was currently sleeping in this broken house, but her mood was extremely complicated right now, and she was simply unable to sleep.

Because she could hear the sounds coming from the room next door.

"What should we do?" A woman's voice could be heard. Although there was a wall between them, Zi Lan could still hear the woman's voice clearly.

After Zi Lan arrived at the Heavenly Star City, she quickly found her parents, but she only found her own father, and she did not find her mother. From her father, she learned that her mother had died of illness five years ago.

And now that she was living with her father - or more accurately speaking, Zi Lan's stepmother - there was a son between her father and her stepmother.

Zi Lan's feelings for her father were a little complicated. She told him about her grandfather's death, but her father did not feel sad at all.

He only told Zi Lan to stay here, but Zi Lan did not know if her father wanted to restore their previous relationship.

However, now that she heard the voice coming from the room next door, she finally understood why her father wanted her to stay.

"What else can I do? I still have to get married in the future. Our family is so poor right now, and this girl looks like her mother. She is quite pretty, and if I sell her to the Fang Seeking Tower tomorrow, our family's conditions will be much better." These words were said by Zi Lan's father, and there was no emotion in his words at all, as if Zi Lan was just an item that could be bought and sold at will.

"Hehe, you're still the most thoughtful one, but are you really willing?" Zi Lan's stepmother said with a smile.

"What's there to be reluctant about? I want a future! If I don't sell her, what can I give our son to prepare for his future marriage?" Zi Lan's father said coldly.

Hearing that, Zi Lan covered her head with the blanket, and two streams of tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes.

She had learned that this man was no longer her father, and that when she had listened to her grandfather, although she hated her father, she still had a trace of fantasy and expectation about her parents.

But reality was always cruel, and everything was exposed in the conversation between the two people next door.

Zi Lan hid under the blanket, her hands tightly gripping the corner of the blanket. All she wanted to do now was to return to Qing Feng's side, and she felt that she only had her brother Qing Feng left.

"Brother Qing Feng!"

Zi Lan said in a low voice as she choked with sobs.

Her voice attracted the attention of the two people who were chatting in the next room.

They thought that Zi Lan had heard their conversation, so they immediately walked over.

"Zi Lan?" When the man saw Zi Lan lying on the bed, he frowned and asked.

"I'm fine ..." Zi Lan said with a trembling voice.

Hearing Zi Lan's words, the man did not think too much about it and turned to leave.