Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

It was a late autumn morning. As the dawn chased the dark shadows, the sun added some warmth to the chilly air.

An oil lamp in the cellar of Luo's House lit up. A young man named Zen Luo sat upright in front of a table, shading most of the light of the oil lamp. Quietly he pulled out a battered thread-bound book.

Zen Luo was a lean, average-looking young man who had just turned 17. However, there was something mellow about him. In contrast, his eyes were so radiant that even in the dim light projected by the oil lamp, they glowed with charm.

"It has taken me a month to finish Heavenly Principles. Its arguments are all very well, but, what I find most revolting are those four words, repaying cruelty with kindness," Zen Luo whispered as he stared at the bean-sized flame of the oil lamp. Melancholy was written all over his face. "Had my father not been so kind-hearted as to believe those four words, I, the direct descendant of my Clan, would not have ended up like this, and father would still be alive…"

The sudden noise of the cellar door being unlocked interrupted his flow of thoughts. Zen Luo replaced the melancholy he was feeling with a solemn expression. He promptly blew out the oil lamp and covered himself with the shabby cotton quilt.

The door of the cellar flew open and footsteps began drawing close. The man in charge stepped forward and stomped his foot on Zen Luo's bed before shrieking at him, "Still in bed? Dreaming about being the young master of the Luo Clan? Get the fuck up!"

The man was a steward in the Luo Clan. He looked rather wretched. He had a wart on his forehead that often invoked disgust from people.

Zen Luo sat up and rubbed his eyes. He pushed off the quilt, before turning and planting his feet on the ground. Silently, he slid on his clothing, socks, and shoes. Although his clothes were old, Zen Luo kept them neatly. He was very meticulous by nature.

The steward rolled his eyes, criticized Zen, and then waved his hand. Several men surrounded Zen and forcibly put a thick leather armor and shackles on him.

After they were done, Zen Luo followed the servants as they walked out of the cellar and toward Luo's Martial Arts Hall.

The Luo Clan owned hundreds of mines and millions of acres of fertile land. As a big and powerful Clan, they were well-known in C County.

However, the entire Eastern Region had thousands of county cities, including countless wealthy families and the Luo Clan was almost insignificant in the Eastern Region.

out of the gloomy cellar. This was a daily ritual with

area. It was a place where the children of the Luo Clan would come for practice. The entrance was decorated with white marble sculptures of a male lion and a female

Hall, dozens of children from the Luo Clan practiced martial arts under

boxes whirred again

and practice hard. These children looked like they were more than 10 years

autumn day, the wind began to howl around the training children. Nevertheless, sweat beaded on their foreheads. The contrasting heat and

of the Martial Arts Hall stood over a dozen men who were dressed like Zen Luo, in leather armor and shackles. These men were dejected, bleeding, and wounded all over

Hall. The guard

children for the purpose of training and testing their own strength. These children could assault these slaves arbitrarily. Several live targets were killed or disabled

child in the eldest branch of the Luo Clan. The rest of the Clan used to call him the young master. He was once noble, and his peers would bow and salute him with respect. Even the family elders

in C County two years ago. Zen Luo's father, the head of the Luo Clan, had been poisoned by his

eldest branch of the Luo Clan was set up by the other three branches. They framed a case against Zen Luo's father. According to their

was also labeled a rebel and became a slave of the Luo Clan. He became a tool, and was beaten up at the whim of the other children in the Luo Clan as part

had lost count of how many fists and insults he had endured during this time.

body allows you to fully understand actual combat skills, get familiar with the weaknesses

the teacher had finished speaking, the children started selecting their slaves. Soon, the sounds of slaves begging and pleading for mercy could be heard in the

master with as much aggression as they could muster gave them a greater sense of accomplishment!

body with calmness. Since it had been two years, he was now quite used

the Martial Arts Hall. A young man who was dressed finely led this

young master is

has finally come to a halt. You seem to feel refreshed in spirit. You must have progressed