The School Beauty's Immortal Cultivation Expert

It felt as if thousands upon thousands of sharp needles were constantly jabbing into his brain. The intense pain made Xiao Feng suck in a sharp breath. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids. Before him was a completely unfamiliar place. Was this a room? Where was he? Wasn’t he in the middle of breaking through to the Martial Emperor Realm? What an honor that would be: the youngest Martial Emperor on the entire continent. But how had he ended up here? Xiao Feng let out a pained cry. His brain felt as if it were about to split apart, and memories flooded back once more, like scenes replaying in a movie. Xiao Feng, heir to the Xiao Group, eighteen years old?