C3 Juvenile Muyi

Mu Family was also a well-known family in this place, with four families and one mansion. In this place, Sky Blue City had the strongest power, and Mu Family had a seat in one of the four families.

This Patriarch of the Mu Family was powerful and profound, and had reached the Core Formation Stage Realm. In the Sky Blue City, there were only the other Patriarchs of the three great families and the City Lord that could compete with him. The other three families: Shentu Family, Wu Family, and Lee Family. The so-called 'one residence' was: the City Lord's Mansion.

In a courtyard within the Mu Family, withered golden leaves fluttered about, announcing the grace of the autumn. A cool breeze that carried a hint of autumn blew past, causing one to be unable to help from feeling a sense of relaxation and comfort.

"Bastard, if you can't fill this water tank, you won't have to eat!" At this moment, a fat man holding a long whip spoke to a ragged teenager.

His face was covered with black filth, but underneath the filth, one could faintly see his delicate, youthful face. Beside the well, he numbly did a few movements, lifting up the water before pouring it into the water jar behind him. The youth's face was expressionless like a piece of wood.

"F * ck you, are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said?" When the fat man saw that the young man ignored him, he became angry and swung the long whip in his hand towards the young man.

Smack!

A streak of blinding blood appeared on the youth's arm, but the youth was enduring the pain. Looking at the blood that was seeping out of his arm, he did not make a sound, and several scars could be seen on his hands.

"Hmph, a lowly seed is a lowly seed, just like your mother." Seeing that the young man did not utter a word, he seemed to have lost interest. He swore and walked out of the courtyard, reeking of alcohol.

Watching the fat man walk out of the courtyard, the youth's eyes revealed a hint of coldness. However, it disappeared in a flash and his numb expression returned.

The fat man was a servant of the Mu Family, and was also a manager among the servants of the Mu Family. Usually, he would rely on his small power and act tyrannically, looking at his obese appearance, it was likely that his overbearing attitude had caused him to gain quite a bit of advantage.

This young man could be considered the young master of Mu Family, Mu Yi. However, his treatment could not compare to the treatment of a lowly servant of Mu Family who had lost his father even when he was young. His mother was also a singing prostitute who called him "Qin Yan" and eventually became Mu Yi's father's concubine.

He died shortly after giving birth to Mu Yi. Not long after Mu Yi was born, his bones were known to be strange and he could not cultivate at all. Even if he forcefully trained, he would not have much of an achievement. At most, he would only reach body refining third level.

For the most basic Body Refinement Cultivators, Mu Yi was nothing more than a piece of trash in the eyes of the average person. In the eyes of this Mu Family, which revered martial arts, Mu Yi was nothing more than a piece of trash.

His father was helpless towards this, and died during a family mission not long ago. The family's elders, seeing that his father had worked hard for the family, so they divided the mother and son into a remote courtyard life, and did not chase them out of the Mu Family. Mu Yi's bones were not good, and his mother, who was previously a singing prostitute, was bullied by the cold eyes.

"Sigh, I've finally filled it to the brim." Mu Yi stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat off his face and the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile. When the setting sun shone on the boy's face, there was an indescribable bitterness.

The setting sun dragged the young man's body towards the remote yard with his tired body.

"Squeak!"

Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door, there were a few dried branches in the courtyard. In the courtyard, there was a stone table and a few stone stools, but they were somewhat damaged.

Every time Mu Yi returned to the dilapidated courtyard, a scene would appear in his mind: a woman with slightly white temples, wearing simple clothes and a haggard face was sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard. Her skinny figure seemed especially frail in the autumn wind.

"Mother!"

Mu Yi saw that the woman was also smiling. He walked up to her and said with some dissatisfaction, "Mother, we've talked about it many times. Let your son do these small things. You must take care of your body and not tire yourself out."

"Hur hur, alright. Your son has overestimated himself." The woman, Qin Yan, looked at her son's somewhat dissatisfied yet worried tone and felt her heart warm up. She reached out her hand to touch Mu Yi's cheek and wiped away the black matter on his face.

Looking at the tall and slender young man in front of him, he felt gratified in his heart. Mu Yi was still in the developmental stage and his height had reached nearly 180. He was even taller than Qin Yan.

"Did they hit you?" When she saw Mu Yi's injury, Qin Yan's heart ached, "It's all mother's fault for being useless, which is why you became like this." As he spoke, his eyes flashed with tears.

"It's nothing. I accidentally got it." Mu Yi quickly pulled down his sleeves to cover the wound and said, "Mom, don't say that. It's not your fault that I can't cultivate. I'm already satisfied to be your son."

"Mom, you don't have to worry. Your son will definitely show you what he can do." A hint of determination appeared in Mu Yi's eyes.

Looking at the resolute look in the youngster's eyes, Qin Yan felt extremely comforted. It seemed that her son had truly grown up.

"Mom, what did you cook today?" Mu Yi hugged Qin Yan and laughed.

"You'll know once you go in and take a look, hur hur." Wiping away her tears, Qin Yan said with a smile.

In the middle of the room, there was a square table with three dishes on it. At this moment, white steam was continuously rising from the table; one dish of vegetables, one bowl of broth, and a portion of fried meat. The broth was truly clear, as there were only a few leaves in the broth.

When Mu Yi saw the plate of meat, his eyes lit up: "Mom, why is there meat today?" Sometimes, Mu Yi hadn't eaten meat for months. Now that he suddenly saw a plate of meat, he immediately became speechless.

Picking up the bowl and chopsticks, Mu Yi quickly finished the food in the bowl: "Mom, give me another bowl."

"Alright, alright. Hur Hur." Qin Yan received the bowl with a smile and filled the bowl with food, "Eat slowly, don't choke on it."

The scenes from the past kept flashing through Mu Yi's mind. Thinking of all these, even though Mu Yi was very strong, he still felt sad.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a clear and cold glow on the land. The autumn wind was rustling the leaves on the ground. On this desolate night, a skinny figure was waving his fists in the autumn wind.

"Ha!" "Heh!

He continuously waved his fists in the air, not paying any attention to his clothes that were drenched by sweat. He took a step forward, and with one hand clenched into a fist, he swung the other.

"Sigh, I still can't improve and break through to body refining third level." The young man was Mu Yi. He wiped away the disappointment on his face. He had been training nonstop every night for so many years. In the morning, he even went to the back of the mountain to exercise.

The increase in strength of hard work, but after so many years of hard work, Mu Yi had only reached body refining second level. The increase in strength of hard work, but after so many years of hard work, Mu Yi had only reached body refining second level.

"Is my bones that bad?" Mu Yi revealed a helpless expression and said, "Forget it, the Emperor will not disappoint those who want to help. I believe that I won't do it like this."

Mu Yi walked back to his room silently. When Mu Yi went back to his room, a figure was standing on top of the roof. A pair of eyes were staring silently, but the appearance couldn't be seen clearly. Only those deep eyes could be seen.

"Ai!"

The human figure let out a lament before helplessly turning around and disappearing into the vast night.

Returning to his room, he casually washed himself. Mu Yi laid on his bed and looked out the window at the specks of starlight. The young man's face was filled with unwillingness, unwillingness, and too many unwillingness.