Chapter One Bullying

"Where am I?!" A voice filled with surprise, but weakened to the point of sounding like a mosquito's whisper.

With a puzzled look, he surveyed the surroundings. The roof was full of holes, the walls were pitch black, and the only intact thing was a small wooden table in the center of the room, which was the best thing in this place.

"Kidnapped? But what value could I, a high school student, have? Besides, I haven't offended anyone, my family has no money or power, and my parents are honest people." Chu Tiange was full of doubt. Just as he was speculating about where he was, the sound of the door opening came from outside.

"I wonder if Tian'er has woken up, this is really outrageous." A middle-aged man muttered to himself as he opened the door.

When the door was opened, Chu Tiange looked up and met the gaze of the middle-aged man. What caught Chu Tiange's eye was the man's tattered long robe, with patches all over it, his long hair casually draped behind him, a pale complexion, clear eyes, and a pair of heroic eyebrows. Despite his shabby appearance, he exuded an extraordinary air.

"Tian'er, you're awake!" The man's eyes were full of excitement and self-blame.

"Uncle, who are you?" Chu Tiange asked, full of doubt.

"I am your father, Tian'er, are you feeling unwell?" The middle-aged man asked anxiously. Chu Tiange felt a warmth in his heart, as the concern in the man's eyes was so similar to that of his own parents.

"Uncle, you may have misunderstood. I am not your son, my name is Chu Tiange." The look in the man's eyes made Chu Tiange feel like he really thought of him as his son.

"Tian'er, this name was given to you by your father. How could you not know your own name? The meaning of this name, your father has never forgotten, 'to tread the heavens and sing.' It is Chu Tiange." The middle-aged man seemed to recall something, his eyes filled with vigor, but suddenly a hint of pain flashed through them.

"Uncle, I still have to go to school, can you take me home?" Chu Tiange felt that this man was too strange and didn't want to say anything more.

"Tian'er, this is your home, the Chu family in Yancheng." The middle-aged man felt that his son might have really been hurt by those people, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

"This is Yancheng? I remember Yancheng is in another province, did I leave the province?" Chu Tiange was surprised.

"These scoundrels, they are so ruthless, they want to put Tian'er in a desperate situation!" The middle-aged man said, unable to contain his anger.

Just then, the door was suddenly kicked open, a foot stopping at the doorway, still in the motion of kicking the door.

"Chu Tiange, you're not dead, you're really lucky, are you a cockroach?" A mocking voice came in.

"Chu Zifeng, what are you going to do? You almost killed Tian'er, are you really going to exterminate him?" The middle-aged man roared in anger.

"Uncle, how could I kill my own clan brother? Don't talk nonsense." A handsome man in gorgeous attire, with a jade belt around his waist, walked in, followed by two others, exuding wealth and contrasting sharply with the surroundings.

Seeing Chu Zifeng's arrogant appearance, the middle-aged man was furious but helpless. This was no longer the Chu family of the past.

"Get out, you're not welcome here, do you hear me?" The middle-aged man picked up a wooden stick next to him and swung it at Chu Zifeng. The stick whistled through the air, and Chu Tiange felt that if it hit, he would either die or be seriously injured.

But to everyone's surprise, the stick, carrying a gust of wind, stopped three inches from Chu Zifeng's forehead, and what blocked the stick was a wisp of white energy. Chu Zifeng coldly snorted and punched the stick on his forehead, "crack," the stick broke inch by inch, and the middle-aged man was thrown back as if hit by a car, crashing into the wall and spitting out black blood, losing consciousness.

Chu Zifeng looked at Chu Tiange and sneered, "Chu Tiange, you and this useless old man really don't deserve the Chu surname!"

At this moment, Chu Tiange stared blankly at the middle-aged man who had lost consciousness, his mind filled with the recent scenes, as if he had become dumbfounded. At this moment, an incredible thought appeared in his mind.

Isn't this something that only appears in fantasy novels and myths? Could it be that I'm really dead?