C1 Humiliation

"Who are you? Don't pester me! Get lost! "Get lost!"

Lan Feng woke up from his dreams once again. His face was a little pale, and his pajamas were completely drenched in cold sweat. Leaning against the headboard, he was still in a state of shock, and not even a trace of sleepiness could be seen on his face.

It had been three years, a whole three years. Every night he would have the same dream. In his dream, there was only a vague image of a tall and thin figure wearing a long and strange set of clothes. His hair was tied carelessly behind his head, and all that could be seen was the shadow of his back.

In fact, it wasn't a nightmare, but it was strange to have the same dream every night for three years.

"Maybe the pressure is too great?" Lan Feng tried to find an excuse to console himself. Of course, this was also the truth.

Lan Feng Mochel, the eldest grandson of the current patriarch of the Moche family. Three years ago, he, who was fourteen years old, was famous in the capital Kilo City, and even in the whole noble circle of the Empire of Sarn. The fourteen year old Great Magician, the fourteen year old Green Stage Battle Master, a genius who dual cultivated both magic and martial arts, his body's radiance was not the least bit inferior to the glory of the Moche family itself. There were even people who predicted that in terms of personal strength, his future achievements would definitely not lose to the founding emperor of the Empire of Sarn — the war god of the Purple Stage, the sun emperor!

He was the hope and pride of his family, as well as his grandfather. He was the candidate to be the Patriarch that Duke Longth had thought to be, and even his father, Count Singh, had been passed over.

However, three years ago, he was hit by the backlash of both magic power and combat power and was saved by countless experts. But from that day onwards, he lost the ability to control magical elements, and all of his magical powers disappeared without a trace. Even his battle qi became weaker and weaker, and by now, he had dropped from the Green Stage Battle Master to a Orange Stage Warrior.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, dou qi and magic rank 7, red, orange, and yellow rank 3 advance from ordinary warriors, apprentices, to advanced warriors and advanced Magician s; green, cyan, and cyan ranks were collectively called war masters in terms of dou qi, and magic was divided into Great Magician and Magic Scholar; upon reaching the Blue Stage, one would become an unimaginably strong Battle Sage, a Magister, and even the strongest Purple Stage War God and Demon Sage. Falling from the Green Stage to the Orange Stage, this was an almost overwhelming difference. What happened to him was a precedent even in the entire empire!

The halo from the past had completely disappeared, and the gentle clan elder did not make him feel cold at all. However, public opinion from the outside world surged over him like a surging tide. For example, the young master of the Moche family had sinned against the gods before he was retracted; the young master Lan Feng had touched the dignity of the Sun Emperor, and he was sentenced to crimes. Especially the Monte family, whose strength was equally strong, they had created all kinds of rumors, slandering, slandering and ridiculing all sorts of people, causing the reputation of the Moche family to plummet.

Ever since he had awakened from the backlash, tonight's dream had been stuck with him, unable to be forgotten. The person wearing strange clothing, the person whose blurry back could only be seen, was like a ghost that came and went every day.

She was in a trance as she looked at the portrait of a beautiful woman hanging on the wall opposite her. Lan Feng murmured to himself, "Mother, if you were still here, how nice would it be?"

Thinking of everything that had happened in his childhood, his heart felt as if it had been ruthlessly pinched by someone. It was so painful, so painful. Although the elders of the family were all very kind and kind to him, who could compare to their mother in their son's heart? However, when he was 12 years old, his mother died of a chronic illness without any ability to cultivate. This became the biggest regret in his heart.

Outside the window, a faint ray of light could be seen. Lan Feng sighed softly and got up from the bed. He tried his best to tread lightly, but that slight sound still did not escape Feilly who was guarding outside. A tall and sturdy figure walked in and bowed to him.

As the eldest grandson of the family, he had been assigned a guard since childhood who had good abilities and aptitude to accompany him. It had been more than ten years since Feilly was eighteen years old and he was in charge of protecting the newly born Lan Feng. His strength had also risen from the original Orange Stage warrior to the Green Stage Battle Master. For more than ten years, he had been meticulous to his little mistress. Even after Lan Feng had retreated, he still did not hesitate and was completely loyal to his.

Lan Feng laughed bitterly. No matter how he lightened his movement, Feilly still realised that if it was three years ago, this kind of situation would almost never happen.

Feilly accompanied him for seventeen years, so naturally, he was well aware of his intentions. He hurriedly revealed a smile, "Young Master, Feilly believes that one day, you will regain the strength you possessed back then, and let everyone look askance at you."

Lan Feng would not take his words to be true. He forced a smile, "Go rest, it's almost daybreak, I need to go wash up."

Yeah, it's almost dawn. After dawn, I want to go to that damned Royal College, that school specially set up for the descendants of high-class nobles, the best in Empire of Sarn.

Three years ago, Lan Feng would happily go to school, and what he received there were only gazes of respect, glamorous envy, and jealousy. However, ever since his magic had disappeared and his battle qi had gone berserk, his attitude had completely changed. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to give the clan an explanation, how could he be willing to go?

Feilly secretly sighed as he watched the thin figure of the little mistress leave the room. How could he not know the pain that Lan Feng had endured for the past three years? However, he also understood that only after graduation from Royal College would one be recognized by the Empire, be able to hold the coming of age ceremony and enjoy the rights that an adult in the clan had.

The Royal College was built by the founding emperor of the Empire of Sarn herself. Every student here belonged to a family that was at least a Count, and they had to be direct descendants.

From the age of six, these children who symbolized the future of the Empire were admitted to the Academy, where they began a 12-year all-round education. From courtly etiquette to magic, combat power, battlefield command, and combat techniques, everything was included.

Lan Feng was 17 years old. There was still one more year before the coming of age ceremony, and the ability test on the coming of age ceremony would become a measurement of future achievements. In fact, he knew very well that under the current circumstances, the coming of age ceremony would only give him an even greater humiliation one year from now. Even if his grandfather insisted on passing down the title to him regardless of the future of the family, the Empire would still not agree. In the past when he was a genius until now when he was useless, he did not have the qualifications to become a duke.

At the entrance of the resplendent Aristocrat Academy, a sweet girl dressed in a blue dress with blonde hair and blue eyes waved at him from afar. Her face was filled with a joyful smile, "Lan Feng, come over quickly, let's go eat breakfast together."

She felt warm in her heart. Ever since the sudden change three years ago, her former friends had all distanced themselves from her. Only she was still the same as before. She was the Little Princess of the Kitchen Family, Yun Na. Like the Moche family, their ancestors had established extraordinary achievements under the command of the Sun Emperor, and they were one of the only four Duke Families in the entire Empire of Sarn. Yun Na was also his playmate that he had grown up with. The seniors of the two had already set an engagement for them long ago, and Yun Na himself was an outstanding water-attribute Magician.

Just as Lan Feng was about to welcome him, a lazy voice came from behind, "Ouch! Wasn't this the Murchel family's genius? "It was really a perfect match three years ago, but now … hehe …"

Needless to say, he was the second grandson of the current Patriarch of the Monte Family, Kateli. In these past three years, the one who had harmed Lan Feng the most was also him. Of course, Kateli was not one of those unskilled playboy. On the contrary, he was a high ranked warrior who had reached the peak of the Yellow Stage, and could definitely be considered a genius. His enmity towards Lan Feng did not originate from his clan's rivalry, but from the boundless radiance that Lan Feng had once possessed. How could his so-called genius have the slightest bit of glory in front of Lan Feng, who had cultivated both magic and martial arts to an extraordinary level?

Back then, he was inferior to Lan Feng, and could only feel discontent and angry in his heart, but was unable to display it. Now that a genius had become trash, how could he let go of this opportunity to add insult to injury?

In these past three years, Lan Feng had become accustomed to it from his initial anger to his later dodging. Not only was he used to Kateli's sarcastic remarks, he was also used to the strange gazes from the people around him. Even he himself felt it was strange; If it was anyone else, even if they didn't turn into a lunatic, they would at least be unable to recover from their defeat.

As if he didn't hear his words, Lan Feng walked over to Yun Na with a smile, "Yun Na, let's go eat breakfast together."

Kateli was also used to Lan Feng not paying attention to him and laughed loudly. "Love each other as a concubine, it's only a coming of age ceremony in a year, what will happen to our great Young Master Lan Feng? Ahhh! Such a lousy test result, he couldn't even get a title, right? "Maybe he will be assigned to a small territory under his authority. Then, his granddaughter will accompany him and become an old man in such a small place. What a pity, what a pity!"

Immediately after, the group of noble children next to him started laughing as if they were fawning on him, the laughter reverberating outside the Royal College. From time to time, people would stop and watch. Some had no choice, some had pity, but most of them lowered their heads and hurried into the academy. After all, he was the direct descendant of the Duke's family. Even if he was a pig, a small noble family would not dare to mock him.

"One year later, who knows what the result will be? Maybe Young Master Kateli will still be like a dog, standing at my feet and looking up from the ground, I can't say for sure."

When Lan Feng suddenly said these words, even he himself was stunned. He was at a loss for words. This was too outrageous. He wasn't even prepared to speak, but for some inexplicable reason, he appeared, as if his vocal cords were out of control.

Yun Na was stunned, Kateli was stunned, everyone present was stunned, no one knew how long had passed before Kateli finally burst out laughing: "Alright, our genius has gone berserk, the test for the coming of age ceremony seems to be a challenge, at that time, I will be waiting to see Young Master Lan Feng's glory."

"Haha, Young Master Kateli, this kid must be crazy."

"It's too funny, could it be that our Young Master Lan Feng doesn't know? Right now, he's just a piece of trash. This is common knowledge in the aristocratic circles of the imperial city! "

"Oh my god!" Does he want to challenge Young Master Kateli in a year? Is he going to commit suicide? "

Countless ear-piercing ridicule sounded out. Lan Feng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he did not. He tightly clenched his fist, and even bit onto his teeth until it hurt …