Chapter 43

The sudden influx of information in his mind was overwhelming, leaving Qin Feng's thoughts blank for a moment, with only fragments of images and text flashing through his mind.

Strangely enough, although Qin Feng was only passively receiving the information, it seemed to be imprinted in his mind like a brand, deeply etched into his memory.

It took over ten minutes before Qin Feng, whose eyes seemed to have completely lost focus, slowly moved his eyes, gradually regaining his composure, and at the same time, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"This... What is this? Could this be the lost legacy that Master spoke of?"

With a thought, a series of texts appeared in his mind, as if they were part of Qin Feng's own memories, without any sense of unfamiliarity. However, the information represented by those texts left Qin Feng extremely shocked.

*The Jianghu Treasure Mirror*! The first thing that appeared was these four characters.

Following these four characters, more texts and images appeared. Some of them were things Qin Feng had already learned from his Master, but there were also many things he had never heard of or seen before.

For example, the gambling techniques of the Thousand Doors, such as listening to dice and hiding and switching cards, which even his Master Zai Shi had not mastered, were now in Qin Feng's mind, complete with a set of training methods. Given Qin Feng's current understanding of these techniques, these methods were undoubtedly effective.

There were also descriptions of the cultivation and use of poisonous insects, the most mysterious legacy of the Poison Door among the Outer Eight Doors. Even in places like Yunnan and Miao territories, these techniques were incomplete and fragmented, but in Qin Feng's mind, they were described in great detail.

Among this vast and complex information, there were even secret techniques for bedroom practices, detailing some intimate skills, which made Qin Feng blush and his heart race. But these contents felt like innate memories, and he could only accept and absorb them one by one.

This made the young heart of Qin Feng a bit restless. After taking a deep breath, he forced himself to shift his attention elsewhere.

"Where did all this come from?" Qin Feng closed his eyes slightly, pushing the content from earlier out of his mind, but his head was full of doubts.

According to Zai Shi, the secret techniques of the Jianghu were always passed down orally, with no written records. But this so-called *Jianghu Treasure Mirror* was so clearly imprinted in his mind that it gave Qin Feng a very unreal feeling.

"Could it be because of the jade pendant breaking..."

Suddenly, Qin Feng remembered the words his Master said on his deathbed. His eyes involuntarily looked at his bandaged right hand.

He vaguely remembered that at the moment the jade pendant broke, something seemed to have been added to his mind, but at the time, his attention was almost entirely on his Master, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

Now, thinking about it, the information in his mind must have come from the jade pendant. And his Master must have sensed it, otherwise, he wouldn't have had that look of sudden realization on his deathbed.

Qin Feng seemed to understand that the so-called legacy token of the sect was actually the secret techniques and skills passed down by the founding ancestor of the Outer Eight Doors. For some reason, later generations did not know its true purpose and only treated it as a memorial object, carefully preserving it without anyone truly inheriting its legacy.

The information brought by the jade pendant somewhat alleviated Qin Feng's grief over his Master's passing. The various secret techniques left him dazzled.

At the end of the entire legacy, there was a several-hundred-word breathing technique, similar to what Zai Shi had taught, but with some subtle differences.

Over the past six months, Qin Feng had replaced sleep with meditation. After a busy day, his body and mind were already exhausted, and he unconsciously began to practice the breathing technique, quickly entering a state of deep meditation.

As time passed, Qin Feng's breathing gradually became longer, with each inhalation and exhalation spaced about four to five minutes apart. For a moment, Qin Feng's thoughts became vacant and hazy, and the true qi in his dantian became exceptionally active, circulating through his body's meridians.

At this moment, Qin Feng felt as if he were in a steamy pool, a warm and comfortable sensation making him almost moan with pleasure. The fatigue from a day's work was completely gone. Although the technique in the *Jianghu Treasure Mirror* had only minor changes, it gave Qin Feng a completely different experience.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud explosion sounded in Qin Feng's mind. After a brief moment of blankness, his thoughts seemed to drift, and he felt as if he had been freed from the constraints of his body, completely weightless.

"Huh? Why is there an old cannon barrel under the bed?"

Even with his eyes closed, everything around Qin Feng appeared in his mind. He could clearly "see" that there was a nearly two-meter-long, rusted old cannon barrel hidden under his bed.

"What's that noise?!"

Just as Qin Feng was about to take a closer look, a burst of firecrackers startled him out of his meditation. When he opened his eyes, it was already bright outside, but in Qin Feng's perception, it felt like only a breath had passed.

A mouthful of saliva welled up from the bottom of Qin Feng's tongue, filling his mouth with a fragrant taste. Swallowing the saliva, he immediately felt refreshed and clear-headed, completely waking up from the dazed state after meditation.

"Crack..."

With a slight stretch, a series of joint-cracking sounds came from Qin Feng's body. A surge of qi from his dantian spread to his limbs, making him feel full of energy.

Looking at the urn on the table, Qin Feng silently vowed, "Master, I will inherit the legacy of the Outer Eight Doors. Rest assured!"

At this moment, Qin Feng had already understood the source of the information in the jade pendant.

With these ancient secret techniques, Qin Feng believed that even if he wanted to revitalize the Outer Eight Doors, it wouldn't be difficult. Of course, Zai Shi had not instructed him to do so, and Qin Feng had no ambition to unify the Jianghu.

"Qin Feng, wake up?"

With Hu Baoguo's voice, the door was pushed open from the outside. After examining Qin Feng's face, Hu Baoguo patted his shoulder and said, "You look pretty good. Don't think too much about it. Let's go eat some dumplings. I'm on duty tonight, and you can come back to the facility with me."

"Thank you, Brother Hu!"

Qin Feng nodded and said, "Brother Hu, please take good care of Master's ashes."

"Don't be so formal. Don't worry, the old man will be well taken care of here, with incense every day." Hu Baoguo gave Qin Feng a light punch on the chest and turned to leave the room, as he had many things to do during the New Year.

Since it was a peaceful passing, Zai Shi's death did not dampen the festive atmosphere of the small village.

The Hu family was one of the larger households in the village, and people came to pay their respects one after another.

On the morning of the first day of the New Year, the air was filled with auspicious New Year greetings. Because of Zai Shi, no one in the Hu family treated Qin Feng as an outsider, making him feel very warm during the holiday.

After dinner, Hu Baoguo drove Qin Feng back to the facility. Although he had only been away for two days, seeing the familiar vegetable garden and the courtyard where his Master lived, Qin Feng felt as if he had been away for a long time.

PS: First update. I've been out of town for the past few days attending an event for起点 (Qi Dian). All my saved drafts are gone, and I wrote this chapter on the high-speed train. Please support me, friends!