Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Zen didn't care about being relegated to a slave, or being a punchbag for children of the Luo Clan, or even losing the Magical Pill, which he was robbed of by Perrin.

His biggest weakness was his sister, Yan Luo!

Yan Luo was the only hope for the oldest branch of the Luo family. Extraordinarily talented, she left home at the age of thirteen when Cloud Sect selected her as a disciple. She survived the coup within the Luo Clan for this reason.

In the past two years, Zen, as a slave, was unable to learn anything about his sister's whereabouts. Now that Perrin had commented about Yan's current situation, Zen found himself feeling anxious about her well-being.

Lost in thoughts of his sister, Zen was vulnerable and took several devastating blows from the Luo children. He finally gained control of his mind after several whacks.

In the evening, Zen returned to the cellar. He limped as excruciating pain flooded through his body.

"This drug will help you recover!" The steward for the Luo Clan threw the drug at Zen before turning to leave.

After all, human punchbags were not made of steel. If they didn't get the wound healing medicines, they would die from internal injuries after a few days. So the steward distributed drugs to the slaves to help them recover as soon as possible.

However, these healing drugs were not very effective.

Zen opened the paper bag and was astonished to see only one pill inside. "Darren Fang! Why do I only have one pill today?" Zen asked.

"You should be grateful for what you have now. What's the issue? Is it not enough for you?" The steward mocked.

pills. It's a felony to embezzle from the Luo family. How dare you do that, Darren Fang? Aren't you afraid of death?" Zen shouted as he fixed his eyes on Darren Fang.

but I'm not afraid of you. You are just a slave. What can you do? You want to rebel? I hate your attitude. Do you still think of yourself as the young master? Look in the mirror and face your reality, Zen. Ha ha ha!" Darren didn't

calmed down instead of getting angry. Zen composed himself before glaring at Darren Fang. He intended to convey

he noted the fire dancing in Zen's eyes, he got scared. Instead of backing off, Darren walked up to Zen and poked Zen's chest as he said, "What

body trembled as the power spread throughout his whole body. It wasn't long before Darren Fang's knees gave way and

you are a slave. Do you want to rebel?" Darren Fang stood up and tried to be authoritative. However, his

steward who isn't even a member of the Luo Clan dares to be so arrogant?

any longer. So he turned and fled as soon as possible. He glared at

He didn't feel as though the steward was worth his

book hastily. Zen was frustrated as he couldn't focus. His thoughts kept drifting

about his dilemma. 'I have just reached the flesh refining level. It will be hard for me to leave this cellar, let alone go to

beat quickened. He looked

been motivated to think of alternatives. As time passed, he felt stripped of his talent and confidence.

for children in the Luo Clan has weakened me. What's worse is that my daily injuries have prevented me from practicing when I return to the cellar. But if I stay here, I will

became. He cast his gaze toward the table where the dreadful book,

Reading it does me no good. Why should I keep reading it?" Anger and helplessness consumed Zen. He stomped toward the book, grabbed it from the table, and held it over the lamp till it began

lips as the

action. He whispered in despair, "Zen, Zen, why did you bother to get angry at a book?" Looking at the burning book, Zen regretted, complaining, "This book teaches people to be good. It tells people what is shameful and wrong,