Chapter 5

"Clack clack!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the book pavilion, followed by the carved dragon gate being pushed open.

An old butler with gray temples walked in. Despite his advanced age, his steps were steady, and not a speck of dust clung to his feet as he walked.

Especially his deep-set, aged eyes, which narrowed into slits, emitted a cold, sharp light, sharper than that of a young man in his prime.

His old face was full of wrinkles, like deep ravines. Upon seeing Feng Feiyun, he smiled kindly and excitedly grabbed Feng Feiyun's arm, saying, "Young Master, Young Master, the maids said you can read now. Is it true? Is it true?"

He asked repeatedly, his eyes full of anticipation!

The old butler was filled with a mix of hope and anxiety. He hoped that Feng Feiyun had truly grown up and become capable, but he also feared that the answer might not be what he wanted, leading to false hope.

"Feng Feiyun, you should rest more, given your advanced age. Those servants are really too thoughtless, to disturb you over such a trivial matter. It's simply too disrespectful." Feng Feiyun supported the old butler with his hand.

This butler, Liu, was the old butler from Feng Feiyun's mother's family, who had come with her as part of her dowry to the Feng family. After Feng Feiyun's mother died, the old butler took care of Feng Feiyun like a grandfather.

Feng Feiyun's mother died when he was just over a year old, reportedly from an illness, though he didn't know what kind. He wasn't even sure if she had died from an illness, as this was what his father, Feng Wanpeng, had told him.

At that time, Feng Feiyun was too young to remember much. In his mind, his mother was just a vague image, but he knew she was very beautiful and gentle, and no woman in the world could be as gentle as her.

In Feng Feiyun's memory, his mother was just a faint shadow, and his father was always busy. Every time they met, his father would either scold or beat him, and the only person who could give him some warmth was this old butler.

The old butler was very loyal to Feng Feiyun's mother. After her death, he treated Feng Feiyun as the young master, serving him like a servant. (Let's assume Feng Feiyun's mother had indeed died from an illness.)

Although Feng Feiyun was tyrannical outside, he respected the old butler greatly, treating him like a true elder.

"This old butler, Liu, is not an ordinary person; he is a cultivator." Just by holding Liu's arm, Feng Feiyun could feel the thick spiritual energy flowing through his body. If he were to unleash his full strength, the power in his arm would be thousands of pounds, enough to crush a tiger into a bloody pulp. He was definitely not an ordinary person.

Feng Feiyun's previous life was that of a phoenix, possessing a phoenix's soul, and his spiritual senses were extremely acute. Even the slightest trace of spiritual energy could not escape his detection.

Liu had definitely cultivated immortal scriptures. Although his body was old, his meridians and bones shone brightly, dazzling and radiant.

This was the first cultivator Feng Feiyun had encountered since he came back to life, and his cultivation was already quite high in the mortal world.

With his cultivation, he could live to be 150 years old and still not die.

In the past, Feng Feiyun would never have been able to detect the spiritual energy in Liu's body!

The fact that a butler was so powerful made Feng Feiyun think about his mother's family. They were definitely not a simple existence and might even be a powerful immortal clan.

Liu sighed, "This is not a trivial matter. If the Young Miss were to know, she would be so happy!"

The "Young Miss" Liu referred to was Feng Feiyun's mother.

However, when Liu said this, a hint of something unusual flashed in his eyes, though he quickly concealed it. Feng Feiyun still caught it.

Feng Feiyun's misdeeds were well-known throughout the entire Lingzhou City, and Liu naturally knew about them. In recent years, he had stayed out of sight, rarely showing himself, just to avoid seeing Feng Feiyun's behavior, and had given up all hope for him.

But suddenly hearing that Feng Feiyun had learned to read and was even reading "The Art of War," the old butler, who had already given up hope, suddenly saw a glimmer of hope. If Feng Feiyun could reform and become capable, it would be a fulfillment of the Young Miss's wishes.

"If my mother were to know, she would bless me to find a wife who is both beautiful and talented, so she can give her a bunch of grandchildren," Feng Feiyun joked.

Liu's eyes narrowed, and he thought, if he could find a powerful and domineering woman to discipline this rascal, it might make him mature and achieve greatness later in life.

Men tend to mature quickly after they get married!

The more Liu thought about it, the more he found it reasonable. Feng Feiyun, this little rascal, lacked discipline, which was why he had become this way. It seemed he really needed to arrange a marriage for him and find a woman to manage him.

Several suitable candidates flashed through the old man's mind, each a remarkable woman with the ability to discipline and suppress Feng Feiyun's unruly nature. There was the female assassin from the Supreme Death Palace, the female cultivator from the Dao Sect, the female novice from the Bhikshuni Nunnery, and the main performer from the Thousand Gold Smile Pavilion...

Feng Feiyun had no idea that his casual words had caused Liu to have so many thoughts. If he knew what Liu was thinking, he would probably regret it and want to bang his head against the wall.

"Come on! Your father was inspecting the city guard camp, but he has already returned and is waiting for you in the main hall."

Liu had already made up his mind, a strange smile on his face as he led the way. The two of them walked towards the main hall.

In Feng Feiyun's memory, Feng Wanpeng was a stern man, with a robust build, a naturally imposing presence, and a stern face that never smiled.

Although Feng Feiyun was known as the living Yama of Lingzhou City, he was terrified of Feng Wanpeng, like a mouse in front of a cat, trembling all over when he saw him.

At such times, Feng Wanpeng would grit his teeth, wishing he could crush this cowardly thing, finding it unbearable to look at.

Of course, this was the old Feng Feiyun.

At this moment, Feng Wanpeng was sitting in the main hall, in a grand chair, looking to be in his thirties. He wore a simple white robe, his tiger-like eyes sharp, and his mustache neatly trimmed.

Feng Wanpeng was a refined man, having passed the third place in the imperial examination, with deep knowledge and excellent cultivation.

Feng Wanpeng was also a martial arts expert, having studied some of the basics of immortal scriptures. Although it was just the basics, it made him ten times stronger than an ordinary person, capable of fighting a thousand enemies and smashing through a wall several meters thick with a single punch. He was undoubtedly a formidable expert.

Feng Wanpeng was sipping tea, still wearing his rhinoceros leather armor and black iron armor, which reflected a fierce, cold light under the lamplight. Upon hearing that Feng Feiyun had learned to read, he had rushed back without even taking off his armor, his hair still covered in dust.

Although he held a teacup, he had no intention of drinking. He glanced at Feng Feiyun and said indifferently, "I heard you can read. How many characters can you recognize?"

Feng Wanpeng, of course, knew his son's character better than anyone and did not have high expectations.

However, Feng Feiyun was his only biological son. If this little rascal could truly reform, he would spare no effort to cultivate him into a capable person.

If he could really read, that would already be a significant improvement.

"In my free time, I have learned some characters and can read books without much difficulty," Feng Feiyun said calmly, showing respect to his father.

Of course, these were just excuses. He couldn't tell Feng Wanpeng that he had been possessed by a ghost and undergone a soul fusion, making it easy for him to recognize characters or even write ancient immortal scriptures. If he said that, Feng Wanpeng would probably consider him a monster and try to eliminate him.

Feng Wanpeng's eyebrows raised, and his eyes narrowed. He thought, "This little rascal usually kneels and kowtows to me in fear, unable to say a word. Today, he can stand in front of me and answer so calmly. Could he really have suddenly become sensible?"

Feng Wanpeng's heart was slightly pleased, but he did not show it on his face. He put down his teacup and said indifferently, "I heard you were reading 'The Art of War.' What are your thoughts on it?"

Feng Feiyun had only briefly flipped through a few pages and did not have a deep understanding of "The Art of War."

However, when Feng Wanpeng heard this news, he found it extraordinary. In the Divine Jin Dynasty, the best way to rise to prominence was to join the Divine Army, slay demons, defeat enemies, lead armies, capture generals, and establish military achievements, becoming a great hero. A general with command over a million troops had more influence than any scholar or noble in the court.

Although the Divine Jin Dynasty was a mortal nation, it had many cultivators. Many great families and sects possessed incomplete immortal scriptures, and some geniuses could even achieve great feats, flying through the air and controlling the elements.

Therefore, although it was a human nation, it was filled with numerous powerful individuals, while those skilled in military strategy were few and far between.

There were many warriors, but few generals!

Feng Feiyun knew he lacked the talent for cultivation, but if he could excel in military strategy, he could still rise to prominence and achieve great success, possibly even surpassing his father in rank.

Of course, the key now was whether he had the potential to become a great general.

A rascal who only knew how to indulge in women could hardly have much insight. Feng Wanpeng felt he had overestimated him and still had little hope.

To avoid greater disappointment, he didn't want to set his expectations too high.

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