The city of Yulancheng lay between towering cliffs—barren land where nothing existed but rocks. That city was supposed to belong to Liu Feng, a boy who was eventually cast out and exiled together with his mother after she was accused of adultery.
In truth, Liu Feng possessed pure royal blood, a direct descendant of King Liu, who ruled at that time. Because of the slander spread by the young royal concubine against Liu Feng's mother, they were expelled from the Kingdom of Liu.
"Liu, no matter what happens, you must reclaim the kingdom and the city that are rightfully yours, my son."
They lived only in a small hut at the foot of the cliffs outside Yulancheng. Wearing worn-out clothes, his body often covered in mud, Liu Feng—now fully grown into a man—returned carrying firewood and food gathered from the wilderness.
Fighting wild beasts had become part of his daily life. One thing was unavoidable: the power of King Liu flowed within Feng.
Feng possessed an extremely deadly fart—just like in the past when King Liu, his father, ruled. With a single fart, all enemies could be wiped out, blasted far away until they vomited blood, due to the overwhelming force and the unbearable stench.
Meanwhile, Liu Zang—the son of the concubine who had framed Feng's mother—did not possess the same power as King Liu. Even though by tradition and fate, a son was supposed to inherit his father's strength.
In reality, Zang was not King Liu's biological son at all. The concubine had lied. She had slept with one of the king's guards.
Eventually, King Liu passed away due to age and illness, his heart broken by the betrayal of his soulmate—Feng's mother, the queen at the time.
Power fell into Liu Zang's hands because he was believed to be the only royal descendant. However, under King Zang's rule, the people of Yulancheng suffered greatly, crushed by his harsh laws.
They were forced to pay higher taxes. The young king preferred indulgence—drinking and womanizing.
This was why the former queen begged her son, Feng, to return and reclaim the city and the throne that rightfully belonged to him.
Several royal guards still believed in her and remained loyal to the queen to this day. They were the ones who trained Feng in martial arts, until he mastered all the techniques taught by his teachers—and learned how to control his deadly fart.
"Your Highness, try testing your fart," one of his teachers said.
They had even gathered people—citizens willing to rebel against King Zang.
Feng only showed his teeth in a hesitant smile and shook his head.
"Impossible, Master. Can you really endure the smell?"
This was the final test before they attacked Yulancheng the next day. There were three teachers training Feng, and all of them nodded confidently, their arms crossed in front of their chests, radiating authority.
"Which level do you want, Masters?" Feng asked, bowing deeply while clasping his fists in front of his chest.
There were three levels: low, medium, and high.
High meant extremely high—capable of destroying the world.
Low was enough to obliterate and fling enemies away.
Medium could send them flying two cities beyond Yulan.
"Low," one teacher said.
"No. Let's test the medium level," said another.
"No, go straight to high. We'll hide first," said the third.
They immediately ran around in chaos, searching for a safe hiding place.
"It won't work! Even hiding behind rocks and cliffs, the cliffs would still collapse!" one teacher shouted doubtfully from behind a hill.
"That's right. Forget it. We don't need to test Prince Feng's fart power. We already know how terrifying it is."
Finally, the three agreed and came out from behind the hill, moving swiftly back toward Feng.
"Very well, Masters."
Feng bowed respectfully once again. He would do anything his teachers commanded.
"Feng, come eat. Invite your teachers too!" his mother called from their simple wooden house behind the hill.
"Yes, Mother!" Feng replied loudly.
"Masters, please," Feng said politely. His mother had always taught him to put his teachers first, allowing them to walk ahead unless instructed otherwise.
"Come, come. Let's eat. Her Majesty the Queen's cooking is truly unmatched!"
They burst into laughter as they walked ahead of Feng. With hair already white—some bald, some with long white hair they refused to cut—each teacher had his own distinct appearance.
Feng walked behind them.
"Eat a lot, Feng. After everything is over and you reclaim your power and authority, remember to get married."
His mother always brought this up at every opportunity, piling food onto Feng's plate along with the same reminder—to marry.
"Mother…"
Feng whined softly. He disliked this topic. The last time he fell for a beautiful common woman, it was impossible.
"You know it's not easy to find a woman suitable for me. You said she must be able to withstand my fart power, didn't you, Mother?"
Queen Liu nodded, remembering the queen selection in the past. Nearly all candidates had fainted, their noses bleeding, even when King Liu used his fart power at the lowest level. But Queen Liu had endured—it was destiny.
They married and had Feng. But after Feng was born, a concubine succeeded in poisoning King Liu's mind.
"There must be one out there. Once you become king, it will be easier to find a suitable partner, my son."
Queen Liu gently caressed her son's handsome face. Feng could no longer argue. He would do anything—as long as his mother remained safe and happy.
"Tonight, sleep well, Prince Feng. Tomorrow, you must give your all in battle against King Zang."
"Yes, Master."
Night fell. The three teachers took their leave, returning to their huts beside Feng and his mother's house.
Feng bowed once more as they departed. Only after they had gone far did he close the door of their simple home.
He guided Queen Liu into the house, escorting her to her room—a wooden floor with only a mat and a pillow.
They lived very simply. Queen Liu told her son that as long as their people suffered, they must suffer as well—to truly understand their pain.
"Attack—!"
The bald teacher with a few strands of white hair stood at the front, raising his sword and shouting orders to the troops behind him—Feng, the other two teachers, and the citizens who had joined the rebellion—as they charged toward King Zang's soldiers.