Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Winter had been unusually cold this year. Frigid air blew in from the vast frozen land in the north, whitening most of the Empire's land.

Heavy snow like cotton quilts covered the ground. The spacious drill ground in front of the Luo residence was also wrapped in a thick blanket of snow.

On Family Practicing Day, servants of the Luo Clan cleaned up the snow on the drill ground. Twelve teams of Luo children stood in a neat queue, awaiting the review of the Luo Clan elders.

The Luo Clan originally had thirteen branches. Ever since the allegations against Zen's family and the dissolution of their branch, only twelve branches remained.

In order to encourage all the Luo children to practice diligently, Family Practicing Day was held once a year. This day was important for both, the Luo children and the human punchbags.

Based on the performance of each branch of the Luo Clan, resource allocation for the subsequent year would be decided. Good performance would naturally imply that the winning branch would get more resources, such as useful pills that improved the speed of body refining, and the rejuvenation medicines that quickly healed wounds.

For slaves, this day determined their life or death, and freedom.

Zen and the other slaves headed toward the drill ground. Today, every punchbag looked serious. Their determination was clearly visible in their expressions. Each of them was aware of the significance of this day.

two options for a slave in a death match, win

the death match was a test. Winning meant that they got rewarded and earned the support of the whole family. The consequence of

Both their skills and power were better than ordinary person's. However, many of them still lost at this crucial time due to low exposure to actual combat. It was thus, a common thing to see the elite children lose

setting the rules of the death match was to maximize the potential of the slaves by motivating them to fight the Luo children eagerly. This was the only way for the Luo children to

the slaves arrived, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe entered the ground. Zen's uncle, Ken Luo, had long

hatred. He remembered how Ken Luo had played a part in the death of his father. This man pretended to be a modest gentleman, but he used tricks to poison his oldest brother. To Zen,

at the organ refining level. His entrails had been refined thoroughly. Furthermore, his strength was comparable with the weight of three ancient tripods. It was said that he

then spoke, "Today we have good news. My nephew, the young master of the

a master at the organ refining

hearing the announcement, envy reflected on the faces of the Luo

the assessments and stood out from their competitors. However, all they got was an outer disciple's position. In essence, that meant that these disciples did

as an inner disciple? This was beyond the expectation of all present. It was no wonder that they