Chapter One: The Return of the Forsaken Young Master

Daxia, Yanjing.
Prison No. 0.

This place holds the world’s most terrifying criminals; the escape of even one would cause devastation akin to an earthquake. Among them are the all-powerful Grand Tutor, the wealthiest tycoon rivaling nations, a fallen war god, elite hackers, murderous healers, ghost-summoning masters, cultivators who failed their tribulations...

Yet today, the prison, usually noisy and bustling, was unusually quiet.

The most dreaded criminals, under the blazing sun, one by one gathered in the plaza to see off a young man.

His name was Ye Feng.

He had been imprisoned here for five years. Today was the day of his release.

He would become the very first person to ever walk out of this prison since its establishment.

“Little Ye, the medical skills I taught you can only be used to kill, never to heal. Remember that?”

“Xiao Feng, my daughter outside is in your care now! Marry her if you want!”

“The dagger I gave you must see blood every day. Take good care of it! When I break out, I’ll come to claim it!”

“When you’re out, either create a world-shaking case or don’t even claim to know us. Five years—we don’t want to have raised a useless wretch!”

The prisoners jabbered one after another, giving Ye Feng their final instructions, determined that once he was out, he would wreak havoc worthy of their tutelage.

“That’s enough! Get that brat out of here! Just looking at him annoys me!”

Suddenly, in a corner of the plaza, a slumped old man holding a wine gourd tilted his head and took a sip, speaking coldly.

“Ye Feng, once you step out of this prison, we have no ties. Whether you do good or evil is your own business. But one thing—!”

“If you get caught and brought back, we’ll tear you to pieces and throw you out for the dogs!”

The moment the elder spoke, all the prisoners wisely fell silent.

Only Ye Feng smiled and said to the old man, “Don’t worry, Old Chu, I won’t be coming back.”

The old man leaned against the wall and drank alone, saying no more.

For those serving life sentences, Ye Feng never returning was their greatest reward.

Ye Feng then turned to the others, took a step back, and bowed deeply.

“Masters... farewell!”

At these words, the plaza fell into complete silence.

Even Old Chu, sitting in the corner, trembled slightly, spilling wine onto the ground.

Everyone stared at Ye Feng in disbelief—it was the first time in five years he had addressed them as “Masters.”

Facing these ruthless criminals, Ye Feng had once been afraid, hateful, even rebellious, but he had never called them “Master.”

Now, gratitude filled his heart.

After all, it was these people who had transformed him completely, giving him a new life.

Without their mercy, he would have died miserably in this prison long ago, fulfilling his stepmother’s wishes.

Ye Feng was a man of loyalty and sentiment; at this farewell, he truly acknowledged the one hundred and eight masters present.

“I’m leaving!”

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