Chapter 7

Reincarnation of the Devil (7)

Peng Yizhong, the third young master of the Northern Hebei Peng family.

He was a man who had never felt fear in his life.

Although he was the son of a concubine, he was still a member of the Northern Hebei Peng family.

Moreover, as the third young master, he had never bowed to anyone in the Northern Hebei region except his father.

However, now he was experiencing fear for the first time in his life.

In fact, Peng Yizhong had just regained some consciousness.

Although he still lacked strength in his body, he could hear sounds around him.

The conversation between the two voices he heard was extremely brutal.

Especially, the voice of the young child was so terrifying that it made his skin crawl.

They were discussing burying him alive, throwing him into the river, and even poisoning him to make it look like a natural death, or making it seem as if he had lost in a duel and died inevitably.

And the target of these discussions was, of course, Peng Yizhong himself.

‘I just need to regain my senses. If I can regain my strength, I can deal with these guys. I am Peng Yizhong, the third young master of the Northern Hebei Peng family!’

He tried to calm himself and waited for his strength to return.

Suddenly, he felt a soft touch on his forehead, and a voice whispered in his ear.

The voice, known as "transmission of sound" (傳音), is a shortened term for "transmitting sound into secrecy" (傳音入密), a martial art technique that allows one to transmit their voice to a distant target.

It is a form of sound-based martial art, and even among top martial artists, only a few can use it.

Naturally, the current Murong Jin lacked the inner strength to use this technique.

However, he was using a bit of trickery gained from experience to make Peng Yizhong believe he was using "transmission of sound."

"Transmission of sound" involves sending a voice through inner strength to the target.

Murong Jin did not have the inner strength or physical condition to emit inner strength, but through enlightenment, he could slightly release his inner strength.

He used this to place his hand on Peng Yizhong's forehead and emit inner strength, which Peng Yizhong's body naturally accepted, allowing for communication.

The voice was clearly that of a child, and Peng Yizhong found it absurd that the child was addressing him as a child.

Murong Jin, with a smile on his face, removed his hand from Peng Yizhong's forehead and turned to look at Murong Xie.

"Father."

"Hmm?"

Murong Xie, who was seriously considering what to do with Peng Yizhong, looked up and saw his son's very cheerful face.

"I have a good idea."

"I already said that we can't kill him brutally. The Northern Hebei Peng family is, after all, our benefactor."

"Don't worry. This time, I have a very peaceful method. Father, could you please step aside for a moment?"

"Step aside?"

"Yes. Please trust me, Father. I won't disappoint you."

Although Murong Xie asked for a reason to leave, Murong Jin kept insisting on trust, and eventually, Murong Xie agreed to step aside.

As Murong Xie left, the warehouse fell silent, and when his footsteps faded away, Murong Jin quietly drew his sword.

Swish.

Seeing Peng Yizhong flinch slightly at the sound, Murong Jin pressed the sword to Peng Yizhong's neck.

"This is an old sword embedded in the warehouse. It's quite rusty. Even a slight cut will easily damage your skin. You can only respond through 'transmission of sound.' If you move even a little, the sword will pierce your neck."

"What do you want? I have many things I want... But first, we need to clarify our titles."

"Not everything is as it seems, child. Do you really think there's a child who can use 'transmission of sound' at this young age?"

"I know well. Yes, you are who I think you are. You are that person."

At the mention of "reverting to youth" (返老還童), Murong Jin's eyes sparkled, and he smiled brightly.

The conversation was flowing exactly as he had hoped.

Murong Jin never intended to kill Peng Yizhong.

If he were to kill him, the Northern Hebei Peng family would not sit idly by, and then both he and his father would be in grave danger.

So, Murong Jin had already planned everything before he kicked Peng Yizhong.

His plan was to completely deceive Peng Yizhong.

The name of the plan was "Turning Peng Yizhong into a slave."

Murong Jin was confident of its success.

"Do you not know 'returning to simplicity' (返璞歸眞)? Do you think I, who has reverted to youth (返老還童), couldn't achieve the realm of 'returning to simplicity'?"

"Idiot. You didn't even notice a child approaching from behind and got kicked in the groin, fainting. No, should I call you an idiot now?"

"And a sage. I may not be a sage, but I am a person higher than a sage to you."

Despite the sword at his neck, Peng Yizhong spat out curses and resisted, which was quite impressive.

He was so terrified of death that he could only communicate through "transmission of sound," yet he was cursing through it.

However, when Murong Jin mentioned a name, Peng Yizhong's eyes widened.

"I've told you many times. I hate repeating myself. I'll say it one more time. Peng Wu'e, the Heaven-Earth-Sun Saber. That's my name."

Peng Wu'e, the Heaven-Earth-Sun Saber.

The former head of the Northern Hebei Peng family, he was briefly known as the best in the world.

In the Northern Hebei Peng family, he was revered as the strongest head in history, a hero who would never be seen again.

Murong Jin was lying to Peng Yizhong, claiming to be Peng Wu'e.

But Peng Yizhong's reaction was immense.

"How dare you use his name?"

Enraged, Peng Yizhong forgot about the sword at his neck, untied the ropes, and stood up.

The murderous aura emanating from his body was intense.

After all, Peng Wu'e was a figure no one in Northern Hebei dared to mention.

He was a myth in the Peng family, and it was natural for Peng Yizhong to be furious that an eleven-year-old child would speak of him so casually.

But Murong Jin had anticipated this reaction.

And he knew the word that would calm Peng Yizhong's anger.

"Reclaiming the Northern Base and Restoring the Peng Family (北敗基原 奪換家燕)."

The power of this phrase was immense.

"How... How do you know...?"

Seeing Peng Yizhong, who was sweating and shocked, Murong Jin smiled brightly.

"I told you. I am Peng Wu'e, the Heaven-Earth-Sun Saber."

* * *

It was unbelievable.

The child in front of him was the legendary figure Peng Wu'e.

But every time Murong Jin spoke, Peng Yizhong had no choice but to believe him.

"Isn't this enough verification? My mouth is getting sore from being Peng Wu'e."

"Reclaiming the Northern Base and Restoring the Peng Family (北敗基原 奪換家燕)."

This phrase was passed down only to the heads and their direct descendants in the Peng family.

It was a secret that should never be revealed outside, and it was used to identify distant relatives.

Murong Jin not only knew this phrase but also understood its meaning, which was directed at the Murong family.

Moreover, he recited the verses of the Five Tigers Breaking the Gate (五虎斷門刀), a technique that only the legitimate heirs of the Peng family could learn, and perfectly described the Linked Tyrant Formation (連環覇王陣), which only the head could perform.

Peng Yizhong, who was dumbfounded, could only blink.

Murong Jin sheathed his sword and clicked his tongue.

"Tsk. Kids these days are just too suspicious. I worked so hard for the Peng family. I should go outside and recite 'Reclaiming the Northern Base and Restoring the Peng Family (北敗基原 奪換家燕)' all day."

As Murong Jin turned to leave, Peng Yizhong hurriedly prostrated himself and struck his head on the ground.

"Peng Yizhong, the humble third young master of the Peng family, greets you, the legendary Peng Wu'e, the former head of the Peng family and the best in the world!"

His forehead was bleeding from the force of the strikes.

Seeing this, Murong Jin, who was secretly cheering, turned back to Peng Yizhong and knelt in front of him, stroking his head.

"Yes, yes..."

Murong Jin's soft tone.

But the voice that followed was a terrifying low growl.

"Will my anger be quelled with just one strike?"

* * *

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Peng Yizhong had to strike his head at least twenty more times and only stopped when blood pooled on the sandy ground.

"Grandfather Peng Wu'e, may I ask a question?"

"Tsk. I clearly told you to use 'transmission of sound'..."

"Go ahead."

"Hmm... A third-rate academy?"

Hearing the angry tone in Murong Jin's voice, Peng Yizhong hurriedly bowed, but Murong Jin was actually smiling.

"Fair enough. I am generous, so I will forgive you. But there will be no second forgiveness."

As Peng Yizhong expressed his gratitude, Murong Jin spouted the lies he had prepared.

The lies Murong Jin prepared were as follows:

Peng Wu'e did not die but gained great enlightenment and returned as a child.

And the one who took in this child was Murong Xie.

"The bond between parent and child cannot be easily severed. Although I returned as a child and faced the risk of death, my current father saved me and raised me diligently. It is only right that I stay by his side to repay him, both as a martial artist and as a son."

Peng Yizhong, amazed by Murong Jin's lies.

There was a reason why Murong Jin could tell these lies so fluently.

Peng Wu'e, the Heaven-Earth-Sun Saber, the best in the world, was killed by the Devil, Tian Qilin.