Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 862 The Struggle Of The Less Fortunate In Producing Exceptional Offspring

Little did Chu Feng know that while they were fighting on the front lines, sacrificing blood and lives, the Martial Arts Alliance would shamelessly take credit for their achievements and reward others, leaving them with nothing.

"It is truly unfortunate for these impoverished disciples of the school of martial arts. They risked their lives and fought bravely for their country, hoping to secure a bright future and bring honor to their ancestors. However, in the end, they only became stepping stones for others, returning home disappointed."

Wei Zhenlin smiled thoughtfully and made a sweeping gesture, erasing the names of the soldiers from the commendations book one by one. In their place were young descendants from wealthy and prestigious families.

The reason was simple: these prominent families could offer the Martial Arts Alliance benefits that were a hundred times... or even a thousand times greater than those of the poor disciples.

It was challenging for the less fortunate disciples of the school of martial arts to produce distinguished offspring because these aristocratic children had already blocked their path to promotion.

It was cruel, but it was reality.

Wei Zhongxian casually remarked, "This is their fate. Their background destined them to remain as bottom feeders, generation after generation, endlessly repeating the cycle."

"At most, we can give them one or two spots as subordinates. It would be quite interesting to watch these lowly people fight to the death for the chance to be a subordinate."

Wei Zhenlin also laughed with a wicked sense of humor, his expression thought-provoking.

In their eyes, these less fortunate disciples of the school of martial arts were no different from animals, just waiting to be slaughtered.

But nothing could escape the eyes of the gods.

Wei Zhongxian could never have imagined that the set of rules they were so proud of would be shattered by a young man, causing the mighty Martial Arts Alliance to collapse.

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The cold wind blew, and fall was in the air.

As Yenching approached fall, a hint of chill permeated the air, marking the arrival of a desolate season. Everything withered, evoking a sense of inexplicable sadness.

However, this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the children.

Chu Feng leisurely lay in the

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courtyard, watching Duo Duo happily hop around and play with the big, yellow dogs in the yard, her face covered in dirt. Sometimes, she would swing high on the swing making Yun Muqing sweat infear. Sometimes, when she got bored, she would pull a few strands of beard from Mr. Zhong, who was dozing off, and burst into laughter.

Almost a year had passed, and Duo Duo had grown taller. Her personality remained unchanged, causing endless headaches for those around her.

Chu Feng indulgently watched Duo Duo, who was carefree and worry-free, and looked at the familiar scenes in the courtyard. His mind was filled with childhood memories.

"Seventeen years have passed in the blink of an eye." Mr. Zhong sighed inexplicably: "I remember back then, Master Feng, you were about this age, playing and frolicking with Miss Xin'er. Now, your daughter is already this old."

"Xin'er," Chu Feng murmured, and gradually, an image of a girl with her hair tied up in two buns appeared in his mind.

Xin'er was his half-sister and one of the few people in this residence who treated him well.

But their time together was short-lived. She was taken to Di Du, and they hadn't seen each other since.

"How is Xin'er doing in Di Du?" Chu Feng asked, thinking of his sister.

"She's doing fine, but she's still introverted and gloomy. She rarely goes out and has very few friends. Mr. Zhong shook his head with a sigh. "Lvisited her a few times last year and every time, she was eager to know about your news. She misses you a lot."

Chu Feng furrowed his brow and asked, "Has Xin'er's eyes healed yet?"