Douluo Continent, Xingluo Empire, Hai Yuan City.
The sunlight gently sprinkled down on the lawn of the City Lord's Mansion, draping a golden veil over the emerald green grass.
A young girl who appeared to be fourteen or fifteen years old sat on her knees on top of the lawn with an elegant posture.
Her long black hair like a waterfall fell smoothly over her shoulders, shining with a charming luster under the sunlight.
A simple but exquisite lavender dress aptly outlined her graceful figure.
At this moment, her slender legs were perfectly wrapped in slim black silk, revealing an unspeakable allure.
On top of these strikingly beautiful legs lay a six-year-old boy with white hair and red pupils - Lu Jingming
He was prettily enjoying the exclusive knee pillow treatment with a face of coziness and satisfaction.
The black-haired girl's white jade-like delicate fingers were gently and rhythmically pressing Lu Jingming forehead and temples in a skillful and natural manner.
From her flowing movements, it could be clearly seen that in order to master this massage technique, she must have spent a lot of time and energy practicing hard, and all of this effort was only for the service of this person in front of her.
Lu Jingming comfortably rolled over, a nice fresh scent came from the tip of his nose, he knew that the young girl didn't have the habit of using perfume, this was her natural self-born aroma, with a feeling that made people addicted.
Pillowed on the soft thighs, Lu Jingming heart also had to sigh, girls grow up is fast.
When he first met the young girl, she was still a little girl who had just lost a loved one, panicked and cried into tears, six years had passed in a flash, and the little girl had completely changed, whether it was her appearance or personality.
Feeling this intimate action of the teenager, the young girl's cheeks instantly rose two delicate blushes, just like the peach blossoms blooming in the spring.
She subconsciously folded her legs together, yet there wasn't the slightest hint of rejection in her eyes, and her gaze towards Lu Jingming was filled with doting, as if he was the most precious treasure in this world.
"Little Noon, today is the day you awaken your Martial Soul, if you go late, you'll have to be punished by Teacher Mirror Stream again." The black-haired maiden gently helped Lu Jingming to stroke her snow-like white hair, and as if she had suddenly remembered something extremely important, she hurriedly reminded her in a soft voice.
The black-haired maiden's voice was as soft and gentle as an oriole crying in the forest, carrying a hint of concern.
Hearing these words, Lu Jingming was like he had been hit by Medusa's Petrifying Demon Eyes, and his body stiffened violently.
Those tragic images of being punished by Mirror Stream in the past instantly surfaced in his mind, and he couldn't help but subconsciously shiver.
Mirror Stream was indeed a rare good teacher, teaching rigorously and seriously, treating her students with devotion.
But there were times when she was so strict that she was almost harsh, and this was even more true for Lu Jingming , who had been asked by Mirror Stream to start practicing sword training since he was three years old.
In those days, the young him faced with the boring and hard training, screaming bitterly, and even went so far as to splash and roll around, trying to impress this cold as ice frost female swordsman, but Mirror Stream was never moved.
Even the young girl, this Mirror Stream's favorite disciple who had been carefully trained by her own hand, did not dare to easily help Lu Jingming beg for forgiveness in the face of Mirror Stream's strictness.
All she could do was to help Lu Jingming relieve his body's fatigue after his hard training with her specially learned massage skills, which was precisely why she had practiced her massage craft so hard.
"Sister Le Xuan, why didn't you say so earlier! It's over, it's over, I won't be able to have a good time for the next month after letting my teacher off the hook this time!"
Lu Jingming yelled as he scrambled up from Zhang Lexuan's lap in a panic.
Before the words left his mouth, he took off in a catapulting start, and like a gust of wind, he dashed towards the Awakening Hall of the City Lord's Mansion.
Today was a day of extraordinary significance for Lu Jingming , turning six years old, he was about to usher in the crucial martial soul awakening moment in his life.
Mirror Stream had long ago carefully prepared the highest standard awakening ceremony for him, but he had momentarily thrown such an important matter out of the window due to his indulgence in Zhang Le Xuan's irresistible and highly skilled massage craft.
If not for Zhang Lexuan's timely reminder, he was afraid that he would have let Mirror Stream off the hook in confusion.
Looking at the back of Lu Jingxian's hurried departure, Zhang Lexuan couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh lightly.
Immediately, as if she had remembered something, her complexion was a bit gloomy as she softly murmured, "It's been six years already!"
Thinking back to what happened six years ago, a trace of sorrow flickered in Zhang Lexuan's eyes. She had once had a happy and blissful family, but everything was shattered when a Sea Soul Beast invaded. Her father, the pillar of the family, died in battle fighting the beast.
With the death of their only Soul Sage-level expert, the Zhang family's enemies seized the opportunity to strike. They launched a brutal assault and slaughtered the entire clan. Zhang Lexuan only survived because she had been playing hide-and-seek with her mother and was hidden away at the time.
Originally, she had planned to secretly escape and find a way to grow stronger so she could return one day and avenge her family. But to her surprise, the very people who had just wiped out the Zhang family were soon slain—one by one—by a stunning sword immortal wielding a blade of frost.
And in that sword immortal's arms… was a newborn baby.
Every time Zhang Lexuan recalled that baby, a gentle smile would surface on her face.
Because that baby was none other than the boy from earlier—Lu Jingming. The biological son of her father's sworn brother, and more importantly, her fiancé.
So when she had scolded him just now, it had only been to scare him a little. Who told this little rascal to be so mischievous and disobedient at such a young age?
But truth be told, how could she really bear to let Lu Jingming be punished just for being late?
In her heart, Lu Jingming was someone incredibly precious. How could she bear to let him suffer, even a little?
Meanwhile, Lu Jingming was dashing forward in a panic, the wind howling past his ears.
As he sped along, the guards and maids of the City Lord's Mansion all bowed respectfully to him, addressing him reverently as "Lord City Master."
Why would a boy only six years old be the master of an entire city?
It all stemmed from a tragedy that had occurred six years ago.
Six years ago, Lu Jingming had just transmigrated into this world. In this life, his father died defending against a Sea Soul Beast invasion. His mother, not yet recovered from childbirth, hadn't even had time to enjoy the joy of becoming a mother before the terrible news of her husband's death reached her.
The sudden and overwhelming grief, combined with her fragile body, became too much for her to bear.
In her final moments, she managed only to take a single glance at her newborn son before departing this world with endless regret.
This chain of misfortunes left the newly-reborn Lu Jingming completely dumbfounded.
He had only just arrived in this new world, barely begun to understand his surroundings, and already he had lost both parents. It left him questioning if he was cursed—was he truly a child doomed to bring misfortune?