Quickly Transmigrate to Save the Child of Heaven

After Qiao's parents meticulously prepared the dishes, the house was filled with enticing aromas. The family gathered around the table, laughing and chatting, enjoying the sumptuous meal. Then, Qiao Feng, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly spoke slowly, with a hint of trepidation and anxiety, asking, "Dad, Mom, I have a question lurking in my heart: Am I really your biological son?"

Upon hearing this, the smiles on the Qiao couple's faces froze instantly, a flicker of surprise flashed in their eyes. After exchanging a glance, they both looked at Qiao Feng with confusion. Qiao Fu was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "Feng'er, why do you suddenly ask this? Did something happen to give you this idea?"

Qiao Feng took a deep breath, his eyes revealing determination. He slowly said: "Dad, I have been thinking about my life experience these days. I found out a few days ago that the totem on my chest is the totem of the Khitan nobles, and you are Song people. Why do I have this totem? That can only mean that I am your adopted child, right?" As he spoke, he gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the faintly visible totem of the Khitan nobles, and looked at the Qiao couple with anticipation in his eyes, as if waiting for them to give an answer.

Mother Qiao spoke softly, "Back then, under the guidance of our leader, we mistakenly killed your poor parents. We mistakenly believed them to be invaders who had come to invade the territory of the Great Song Dynasty. Little did we know that your parents were only visiting relatives and friends. All this happened because the leader believed the slanderous words, causing you to lose your parents at such a young age. Seeing your young and helpless life, we all felt pity and decided that we would act as your parents and raise you. Initially, we didn't intend to teach you martial arts, but seeing your obsession and extraordinary talent, you are truly a martial arts prodigy, and your character is also upright and kind! So, Gang Leader Wang accepted you as his disciple and taught you all his martial arts skills."

Qiao Feng's face felt as if it were being pierced by thousands of steel needles, the pain hard to conceal. He struggled to open his mouth, as if every word was squeezed out from between his teeth, and asked, "Who is the leader?"

Qiao's mother opened her lips slightly, about to speak, but was stopped by Qiao's father's grip, like an iron clamp. He sighed deeply, the sound like dull thunder, echoing in the air. He said, "Feng'er, I'm sorry! We really can't tell you." Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng's knees felt as if struck by a sledgehammer. He involuntarily fell to the ground and kowtowed to the two of them with a sound that seemed to crack a hole in the earth. His voice was filled with endless sorrow, like a cuckoo weeping blood. He wailed, "I'm sorry! Dad and Mom, I must seek an explanation for my parents' tragic death. Although you raised me, you are also one of the murderers who killed them. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. I won't kill you! I'm leaving..."

Just as Qiao's father was devastated and lost in thought, Qiao's mother tearfully told Qiao Feng, "Feng'er, it was Murong Bo. You must never trust anyone in the future. Take care of yourself!" Qiao Feng picked up Feng Xi without looking back and rode away like a gust of wind. When he returned to the Beggars' Sect, Wang Jiantong was already on the verge of death. Upon seeing Qiao Feng's return, he said weakly, "Feng'er, you're back! From now on, you will be the next leader of the Beggars' Sect!"

With a look of resolute determination, Qiao Feng spoke out, "I'm sorry! I can't take over, Master. Although you killed my parents, you taught me martial arts and raised me to adulthood. I won't kill you, but I will have nothing to do with the Beggars' Sect anymore!" With that, he resolutely turned and left, leaving Wang Jiantong, who, after hearing what he had said, was so enraged that he vomited blood and died...

After this, Ma Dayuan temporarily assumed the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect. Meanwhile, rumors of Qiao Feng's master's death spread like wildfire throughout the martial arts world. They were met with widespread condemnation. Soon after, rumors spread that Qiao Feng was a Khitan, further escalating the attacks. Meanwhile, Xiao Yuanshan, in Shaolin, learned that his son knew his true identity and prepared to meet him to discuss revenge.

After leaving the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng, accompanied by Feng Xi, spurred their horses and galloped towards Canhe Manor in Yanziwu, Gusu, Jiangnan. From horseback, Feng Xi softly asked, "Brother Qiao, where are we going?"

Qiao Feng said in a deep voice, "The Murong family! Since it was Murong Fu's misinformation that led the martial artists to murder my parents, Murong Fu must have known the source of the news. Furthermore, this Murong Fu must pay for my parents' tragic deaths..." Gazing at Qiao Feng's face filled with hatred, Feng Xi fell silent. If Qiao Feng knew his father was still alive, but had never come to find him, instead watching him accept a thief as his father and his master, how would he feel?

Feng Xi opened her red lips and said, "Brother Qiao, no matter what the future holds, Feng Xi will always be with you like a shadow!"

Qiao Feng gently ruffled Feng Xi's hair, a faint smile playing on his lips. He tightened the reins and continued on his way. Perhaps with her by his side, his life's path would be less bumpy and rugged! They galloped along, the night gradually deepening. To avoid spending the night in the wilderness, Qiao Feng decided to rest in a nearby town and continue his journey tomorrow. Besides, with Feng Xi by his side, sleeping in the open air wasn't safe. So, the two of them found the Tongfu Inn in a small town near Yangzhou.

Qiao Feng, holding the reins in one hand and Feng Xi in the other, walked into the inn like a flower-guarding messenger. Seeing this, the waiter hurried forward and asked with a smile, "Sir, are you looking for a quickie or a nightcap?"

Qiao Feng said in a loud voice: "Accommodation, give us a good room, and prepare some hot water to send into the room!" After that, he casually threw out a silver ingot, and the waiter hurriedly caught it, and led them to Room No. 2 of Tianzi with a happy smile.