Chapter 4

**Boom!**

The waves crashed violently against the rocks with unyielding force! And Feng Yun Wuheng was directly flipped over by an immense force that came head-on! He hadn't even touched the soul head, and his entire body was slammed off the rocks, landing in a daze! His body was drenched and utterly disheveled!

*Hiss...* Feng Yun Wuheng gritted his teeth in pain, drawing in a cold breath. It felt as if all his internal organs had shifted positions!

*What a fierce and domineering impact!*

Feng Yun Wuheng lay on his back for a few minutes, finally regaining his strength... "In other words, if I can stand firm like a mountain, unshaken by the waves, then I will have succeeded!"

Effort! Effort! Effort!

Feng Yun Wuheng got up and climbed back onto the rocks. This time, he squatted into a horse stance, his muscles tensed!

*Boom!*

The waves surged again! Like a fierce beast! With overwhelming force! No mercy!

*Bang!*

Feng Yun Wuheng was flipped over once more!

A few minutes later, he got up again, climbed back onto the rocks, and was flipped over again! He got up again!

This cycle continued...

For several hours, Feng Yun Wuheng was flipped over by the waves 17 times! In the end, every bit of his energy seemed to have been drained, and he lay limp on the ground, gasping for breath. His body was covered in bruises and swelling, causing intense pain!

After resting for a full hour, Feng Yun Wuheng finally regained some strength, stood up, and walked toward the thatched hut.

"I must reasonably allocate my training time. Yes, every morning, I will temper my body with the waves, and in the afternoon, I will practice sword techniques."

Just as he reached the door of the thatched hut, a short, hunched figure approached quickly from a distance.

As the figure drew near, Feng Yun Wuheng could see clearly that it was an old man dressed in servant's clothing. He held a bamboo basket, which contained a few coarse porcelain bowls.

*Humph!*

The old man, Fu Bo, who had been specially sent by Feng Yun Chu to deliver food and monitor Feng Yun Wuheng, gave a cold snort. He glanced at Feng Yun Wuheng with narrow, cold eyes, then placed the coarse porcelain bowls from the bamboo basket at the door of the thatched hut. He looked at Feng Yun Wuheng a few more times and then left without a word, his movements ghostly and eerie.

After Fu Bo left, Feng Yun Wuheng squatted down and saw three coarse porcelain bowls, each containing a bowl of coarse rice, pickled vegetables, and the cheapest vegetables from the market.

Feng Yun Wuheng picked up the three coarse porcelain bowls, turned them upside down, and dumped the food on the ground, then covered it with sand.

"From today on, I will no longer eat a single grain of rice from the Feng Yun family!"

Yesterday, when he arrived at the seaside, Feng Yun Wuheng discovered that there were some fruit trees in the dense forest near his residence, bearing large wild fruits. From memory, he knew that these wild fruits were edible.

Feng Yun Wuheng thought, since there were wild fruits to satisfy his hunger, why should he rely on the "charity" of the Feng Yun family's rice and food?

"Feng Wuheng, why did you dump the food?"

At that moment, a gentle and melodious female voice drifted over from a distance. Feng Yun Wuheng's slightly cold expression gradually softened. "Sister Xue."

Feng Yun Wuheng looked up and saw the elegant and beautiful Feng Yun Xue, holding a bamboo basket, walking over with light, graceful steps.

"Is it because you don't like the food they sent you?" Feng Yun Xue smiled gently, squatting down and lifting the floral cloth covering the bamboo basket.

Instantly, the aroma of roasted meat filled Feng Yun Wuheng's nostrils.

In the bamboo basket, there were several dishes of glistening roasted food.

Roasted snow chicken, roasted field duck, a bowl of hot soup, and rice as white and tender as pearls.

"Feng Wuheng, these dishes were cooked by Sister Xue herself. Try them." As she spoke, Feng Yun Xue couldn't help but touch Feng Yun Wuheng's black hair, her eyes filled with boundless tenderness.

Although Feng Yun Xue was only 16 years old, she had already blossomed into a beauty, graceful and elegant, with a perfect figure and a face that exuded a mystical charm, like a rain in a secluded mountain. At that moment, under the sunlight, she seemed to be surrounded by a sacred and inviolable aura!

Feng Yun Wuheng's body was that of a 10-year-old child, but he possessed the mind of a 24-year-old from his previous life. When he looked at Feng Yun Xue, he couldn't help but use the eyes of an adult man. He couldn't help but feel... "Sister Xue is truly beautiful! Kind-hearted and rare, a truly exceptional woman!"

"Hehe, Feng Wuheng, why are you staring at Sister Xue? Eat!" Feng Yun Xue couldn't help but smile at Feng Yun Wuheng's dazed expression.

Feng Yun Wuheng shook his head lightly, "Sister Xue, I have wild fruits to eat, I..."

Feng Yun Wuheng wanted to indicate that he no longer wanted to rely on the Feng Yun family for food, but seeing Feng Yun Xue's concerned gaze, he hesitated and stopped speaking.

Feng Yun Xue, being very perceptive, immediately understood and said seriously, "Feng Wuheng, this food was earned by Sister Xue through completing tasks for the family or hunting spirit beasts and gathering spirit herbs. It's Sister Xue's own property, unrelated to the family. You can eat it without any qualms."

"Sister Xue, I..." Feng Yun Wuheng was speechless, his heart feeling warm and choked up!

"Alright! What a stubborn child!" Feng Yun Xue smiled helplessly, then picked up a whole roasted snow chicken, tore off a piece of tender meat, and fed it to Feng Yun Wuheng, laughing. "You must have Sister Xue feed you! Hehe!"

Thus...

By the seaside, outside the simple thatched hut, a man and a woman squatted on the ground. The gentle woman, smiling, carefully tore the food into small pieces and fed them to the little boy. The little boy, feeling embarrassed, took the food from the woman's hand and chewed it himself. The woman laughed even more joyfully.

The sea breeze blew, and the sunlight was warm. The scene was like a poem or a painting.

Feng Yun Wuheng ate all the food that Feng Yun Xue brought. After tidying up the dishes, Feng Yun Xue stood up, "Alright, Feng Wuheng, Sister Xue needs to go back and practice. Next year is the selection for the Ao Han Sect. Sister Xue's goal is to stand out among the candidates from the major families and enter the Ao Han Sect to obtain advanced martial techniques and receive guidance from innate martial artists! Feng Wuheng, rest assured, if Sister Xue can enter the Ao Han Sect one day, I will find a way to persuade the innate martial artists to help you unseal your dantian!"

"Sister Xue, you can do it! You are a genius!" Feng Yun Wuheng nodded seriously.

Feng Yun Xue smiled and walked away, carrying the bamboo basket.

Feng Yun Wuheng watched Feng Yun Xue's graceful figure as she walked away, his resolve becoming even stronger... One day, I will also go to the Ao Han Sect! Definitely!

In the afternoon, it was time to practice the Nine Swords of Dugu.

In his previous life, Feng Yun Wuheng had memorized the 3,000-word general principles of the Nine Swords of Dugu. He broke a branch from a tree in the forest and used it as a sword, practicing while thinking and pondering.

The Nine Swords of Dugu emphasize the concept of "no move surpasses a move," with no fixed form or pattern, moving freely and unpredictably.

Feng Yun Wuheng had never learned any sword techniques, which gave him a unique advantage in learning the Nine Swords of Dugu. If someone like Feng Yun Xue, who had a vast knowledge of sword techniques, tried to learn the Nine Swords of Dugu, they would likely be constrained and unable to achieve the same freedom and spontaneity as Feng Yun Wuheng.

For the entire afternoon, Feng Yun Wuheng seemed to be playing with a branch, but he was actually grasping the essence and principles of the Nine Swords of Dugu.

In the evening, Feng Yun Wuheng stuck the branch into the sand and returned to the thatched hut to rest.

Although he had only practiced for a few hours, he felt he had grasped some of the deeper principles of swordsmanship. After returning to the thatched hut, his mind was immersed in the study and understanding of the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Whenever he had an insight, he would move his hands in the air, nodding subconsciously, a smile of understanding on his face.

Time passed quickly by the seaside. Two months had gone by.

During these two months, Feng Yun Wuheng would wake up early every day, eat a few wild fruits, and then go to the seaside to squat on the rocks, tempering his body as the fierce waves crashed against him.

This training was not entirely fruitless.

Although after two months of training, Feng Yun Wuheng still couldn't stand on the rocks for even a second before being flipped over by the waves, the initial intense pain and the feeling of his bones about to disintegrate had gradually disappeared. At least now, when he was flipped over by the waves, he could immediately get up, brush himself off, and climb back onto the rocks without hesitation.

As for the practice and understanding of the Nine Swords of Dugu, Feng Yun Wuheng had also made significant progress. Sometimes, when he wielded the branch, he would reach a certain wonderful state, as if he were a fish swimming in the ocean or a bird gliding in the sky, moving freely and naturally. Whenever this happened, he would stop, sit cross-legged on the ground, close his eyes, and carefully practice and ponder.

During these two months, Fu Bo would come every noon to deliver a few bowls of coarse rice and cold pickled vegetables, then observe Feng Yun Wuheng from head to toe with a cold gaze, and finally leave with a sneer.

Over time, Feng Yun Wuheng understood... Fu Bo was undoubtedly sent by a high-ranking member of the Feng Yun family to monitor him!

Of course, Feng Yun Wuheng would always dump the food Fu Bo brought, showing no interest.

Feng Yun Xue didn't come to deliver food every day, but she would bring a few carefully prepared dishes every three days or so, changing the menu to ensure Feng Yun Wuheng never got tired of any particular dish.

Notably, during these two months, at some point every day, Feng Yun Wuheng would feel a mysterious piece of information in his memory stirring, as if trying to break free!

However, whenever Feng Yun Wuheng tried to focus and capture that mysterious information, he would come up empty-handed.

Finally, one night, Feng Yun Wuheng was already asleep when, suddenly, a clear sound, like an eggshell cracking, echoed in his soul!

Strands of unfamiliar information flowed into Feng Yun Wuheng's memory like a stream!

Feng Yun Wuheng quickly got out of bed, confused and at a loss, when a piece of information suddenly flashed through his mind...

"Heavenly Tyrant's Dominance Technique!

Store the mystic energy in the dantian of the body, but use the vastness of heaven and earth as the dantian!

Above and below, who can challenge me!

Destroy!"

In just a few minutes, the entire set of cultivation techniques flowed through Feng Yun Wuheng's mind like a clear stream, deeply etched in his memory!

"Heavenly Tyrant's Dominance Technique?" Feng Yun Wuheng was startled!

When he was young, Feng Yun Wuheng had heard his father, Feng Yun Baisheng, and his mother, Zhao Linlin, discuss this technique.

This technique was told to Feng Yun Baisheng by the wandering cultivator Li Xieyun. However, the technique was extremely mysterious, said to have been passed down for thousands of years. No one who obtained this technique had ever succeeded in cultivating it!

Not only had no one succeeded, but no one had even managed to enter the initial stage!

At the time, Li Xieyun had said to Feng Yun Baisheng, "Baisheng, the 'Heavenly Tyrant's Dominance Technique' was once very popular in the Mystic Venerable Continent, with countless people fighting and killing for it, but it ultimately became a laughingstock! Some powerful individuals, after slaughtering many to obtain this technique, would enter seclusion to practice, but they couldn't even enter the initial stage! Over the centuries, this technique has changed hands dozens of times, and those who obtained it were all geniuses, including innate martial artists, but none of them could enter the initial stage! Therefore, this technique has long been considered the most laughable on the Mystic Venerable Continent, and no one cares about it anymore! By chance, I obtained this technique and spent months trying to understand it, but I couldn't even enter the initial stage! Baisheng, now I will use my blood as a medium to imprint this technique in your soul memory. When you have the time, you can read and practice it to see if you can make any progress."

"No wonder... No wonder when my father committed suicide, he also cut a shallow wound on my chest, mixing his blood with mine... He was using a secret method, using his blood as a medium, to imprint the 'Heavenly Tyrant's Dominance Technique' into my soul!"

Feng Yun Wuheng immediately understood his father's strange actions before his death.

However, Feng Yun Wuheng could only laugh bitterly.

"Perhaps this is indeed a very powerful and domineering technique."

"But on the Mystic Venerable Continent, many geniuses have obtained this technique and couldn't even enter the initial stage!"

"Even innate martial artists of extraordinary talent couldn't understand this technique!"

"I? My dantian is sealed, and I can't gather a single thread of mystic energy. I am half-disabled. How could I possibly cultivate the 'Heavenly Tyrant's Dominance Technique'?"

"Impossible, impossible!"

Feng Yun Wuheng shook his head repeatedly. "According to the description of this technique, its most significant characteristic and most domineering aspect is that it can directly consume the corpses of martial artists, absorbing the residual mystic energy in their bodies for one's own use. Once this technique is cultivated to its highest level, one can control the vastness of heaven and earth! Heaven and earth are me, and I am heaven and earth!"

"It sounds like an incredibly domineering technique, no wonder so many martial artists, knowing they couldn't cultivate it, still spent great effort studying it."

Perhaps subconsciously, although Feng Yun Wuheng had no hope for this technique, he still sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice according to the basic cultivation method of the 'Heavenly Tyrant's Dominance Technique.'

After about three minutes, a strange phenomenon occurred!

Around Feng Yun Wuheng's body, several dozen tiny red spots, like fireflies, appeared!