From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality

Chapter 1 Repaying Cruelty With Kindness (Part One)

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.

Zen Luo was escorted by some men as he climbed out of the gloomy cellar. This was a daily ritual with

which Zen was quite familiar. The walk to the Martial Arts Hall meant navigating through numerous

pavilions, bridges, and galleries.

The Martial Arts Hall was an open 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 lion.

The ground was one large, black basalt slab. Standing at the entrance of the building, one could feel

the power emanating from the Hall.

In the middle of the Martial Arts Hall, dozens of children from the Luo Clan practiced martial arts under

the guidance of a teacher. They were all dressed alike, in gray robes.

They bawled and their boxes whirred again and again.

In order to win a position in the family, every child needed to study diligently and practice hard. These

children looked like they were more than 10 years of age.

On this late autumn day, the wind began to howl around the training children. Nevertheless, sweat

beaded on their foreheads. The contrasting heat and cold filled the Hall with steaming white mist.

On the other side 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 their bodies.

Zen Luo was escorted into the Martial Arts Hall. The guard placed him amongst the injured men.

Since most of these men had been bought by the Luo Clan from local prisons, they were now the

slaves of the Luo Clan. These slaves played the roles of live targets for the Luo Clan 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 during such assaults. Over time, the number added up and

it was difficult to gauge how many had lost their lives in the Hall.

Zen Luo was not a death row inmate and thus, was not bought by the family. He was the eldest 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 were polite to him.

However, something disastrous happened in C County two years ago. Zen Luo's father, the head of the

Luo Clan, had been poisoned by his brother. He died on the spot.

Immediately after, the 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 accusations, Zen's father was a rebel. The

family didn't survive the allegations, and the eldest branch became no longer powerful.

Zen Luo, the former young master, 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 of their

martial arts practice.

Zen Luo had lived like this for two years. He had lost count of how many fists and insults he had

endured during this time.

"Today's boxing practice is over. You can select a slave for the next practice now! Hitting the human

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

body, and the body structure!"

After 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 Hall. The Luo children did not treat slaves

as humans. They were trained to hit the flesh without mercy.

Many of them tried to find Zen Luo. The act of beating up a former young master with as much

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

When being used as a sandbag, Zen Luo protected vital parts of his body with calmness. Since it had

been two years, he was now quite used to it.

Before long, a few people came through the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall. A young man who was

dressed finely led this group of newcomers.

"The young master is coming!"

"Young master, your practice has finally come to a halt. You seem to feel refreshed in spirit. You must NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

have progressed greatly in your ability and power!"

"Our young master is intelligent. He is the talent of our Luo Clan. He must have grown stronger and

has surely entered the higher level of bone refining."

The children who noticed the young master entering stopped their practice and began patronizing.

Some even walked up to the young master as they generously threw praises his way. It was obvious

that they all wanted to flatter the young master.

Zen Luo's eyes fell on the young man, and his imperceptible anger rose quietly. The young teenager

being called the young master by the Luo children, was Perrin Luo. He was the oldest son in the

second branch of the Luo Clan. He was the same age as Zen Luo.

Zen Luo was relegated to slavery and Perrin Luo replaced Zen as the young master of the Luo Clan.

Zen Luo had heard that Perrin Luo had been staying in a secluded place to practice some time ago. He

had disappeared for a long time. It seemed as though he had improved a lot after the practice.

Perrin Luo was very sensitive and he turned to look at Zen Luo when he became aware of his cousin's

hate-filled glare. He smirked as he walked straight toward Zen Luo and said," Zen Luo, I practiced for a

long time. I didn't expect to see you alive when I returned."

"Thanks for caring about me. I'm fucking alive." Zen Luo answered in a muffled voice.

"How dare you! What kind of tone is that? How dare you speak this way to the young master?"

"You are just a slave here, kneel! Fall to the ground quickly and apologize to our young master or you

will regret being alive."

Several children of the Luo Clan shouted as though Zen Luo had done something very unforgivable to

them.

Zen Luo looked around indifferently. These people used to behave like little dogs in front of him in the

past. They were too scared to even breathe in his presence when he was the young master. Once he

lost power, their attitudes changed. It had been so sudden. Now, they were Perrin Luo's dogs.

Perrin Luo waved his hand to stop the excited Luo children from defending him. He spoke to Zen Luo

with a triumphant smile," Zen Luo, do you know why I left for the practice?"

Zen Luo did not speak. He just looked at Perrin Luo expressionlessly.