Chapter 1

In the small courtyard, Feng Jueyu sat under the pavilion, gazing at the pleasant yet unfamiliar scenery around him, unable to resist the impulse to die...

"Damn, I've finally made it home, but what bad luck, really bad luck, as if I've been cursed for eight generations."

Heaven, I haven't offended you, have I? I was living a good life on Earth, so why did you "exile" me to this "frontier"? Yes, I have killed many people, but they were all scoundrels who deserved to die. I was upholding justice, do you understand?

Thinking about his own穿越史 (穿越史 means "穿越 history," referring to the experience of being transported to another world), Feng Jueyu felt like crying but couldn't shed a tear...

That night, under a dark and stormy sky, the summit of Mount Tai was swarming with people. Nearly a hundred international assassins had come to the ancient martial arts sect Hongyuan Sect to seize the ancient martial treasure, the *Hongyuan Heavenly Scripture*.

Upon learning this news, Feng, known as the Unofficial Evil Emperor and the greatest assassin in China, was furious. How could the treasures of our great China fall into the hands of these bandits? So, Feng rushed back from overseas, covering thousands of miles, and single-handedly ambushed and slaughtered nearly a hundred of the world's top assassins, including dozens of Japanese ninjas, ultimately killing the second-ranked Heavenly Ninja with a single sword strike at the summit of Mount Tai.

This battle should have made Feng even more famous, but when all the enemies were dead and he had retrieved the *Hongyuan Heavenly Scripture*, he was unexpectedly electrocuted by a mysterious force within the scripture and died.

"Such a ridiculous thing could happen to me, what bad luck." Feng Jueyu spat into the lake, his heart full of grievances that he couldn't vent.

Feng Jueyu was originally not named Feng Jueyu, but it was close. Without the "yu" (羽), he was the Unofficial Evil Emperor, the most feared figure in both the black and white worlds on Earth—Feng Jue...

Before the穿越 (穿越 means "穿越," referring to the experience of being transported to another world), Feng Jue was not only the top assassin in China but also the world-renowned King of Assassins: the Unofficial Evil Emperor...

After the穿越, Feng Jue became a complete waste of a man in the Tian Nan City of the Tai Xuan Continent, a man with no martial arts skills, no knowledge, a wastrel, a playboy, and even a "son-in-law" living under another family's roof...

The huge disparity made Feng Jue depressed and speechless for three whole days. Even with his strong adaptability, he couldn't accept the harsh reality.

Imagine, how would a soul that was once invincible and looked down on all life feel when placed in a body as weak as tofu? Fortunately, this body still had a "member," otherwise, Feng Jue would have chosen to end his life and experience the cycle of rebirth...

Feeling his body, which had been nearly drained by a life of debauchery, Feng Jueyu once again, for the umpteenth time, cried out to the heavens: "My meridians are blocked, my bones are soft, and my energy is depleted. Damn, even if I had a body full of skills, I couldn't use them. Why did I end up in such a weak body?"

Heaven, are you really trying to drive me to death? I've done so many good things, and this is how you treat me? If you give me one chance, just one, I'll use the Punishment Sword to tear your ass apart...

...

Just then, the sound of a fight came from the square in the main courtyard...

In his previous life, Feng Jue, the Unofficial Evil Emperor, was not only a master of medicine and martial arts but also a figure of great respect and fear. Naturally, he felt a special connection to the familiar sounds of combat.

Hearing the "thud thud" of wooden swords clashing, Feng Jue's eyes brightened out of habit. In the three days since his arrival, this was the first time he had seen martial arts in this world, so he couldn't help but walk quickly to the square...

In the center of the square, at least seven or eight young men were standing together. Two of them, one in a green robe and the other in a white robe, were of different ages. The one in the white robe was Shangguan Ruowen, seventeen years old, the same age as Feng Jue. The other was his younger brother-in-law, Shangguan Ruofan...

The Tai Xuan Continent was a place where martial arts were highly valued, and the Shangguan family was especially renowned for their martial prowess. Once someone was found to have the potential to cultivate "true qi," they were trained from a young age. Despite being five years younger, Shangguan Ruofan had a solid foundation in martial arts, with each move and stance steady and powerful, using the family's ancestral "West Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique"...

In his memory, Feng Jue knew that the old Shangguan patriarch, Shangguan Lingyun, had been very kind to him, not only betrothing his granddaughter to him but also teaching him the family's ancestral skills.

Unfortunately, the original owner of this body was a complete failure. From the age of nine, when he was brought to the Shangguan family, he had spent eight years under Shangguan Lingyun's careful guidance but still failed to achieve anything in literature or martial arts, becoming a notorious wastrel in Tian Nan City.

But now, things were different. Feng Jueyu was still Feng Jueyu, but his soul was Feng Jue, the King of Assassins, the Unofficial Evil Emperor, who was feared by all in the underworld on Earth.

After watching for a while, Feng Jue shook his head repeatedly. Both Shangguan Ruowen and Shangguan Ruofan were using the "West Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique." With his deep understanding of martial arts from his previous life, he could see that this technique emphasized "intent" over "qi," flowing smoothly and changing in twelve different ways, attacking from upper, middle, and lower paths.

The technique was indeed exquisite, but at their ages, Shangguan Ruowen and Shangguan Ruofan had not mastered it fully. Shangguan Ruowen could perform four of the twelve changes, while Shangguan Ruofan could only manage two, making it almost certain that he would lose.

Just then, Shangguan Ruofan, feeling the pressure from Shangguan Ruowen, shouted in a high-pitched, immature voice, "West Wind Scatters Shadows."

His wooden sword flicked, and a strange sword flower appeared, accompanied by a faint purple glow...

Feng Jue's eyes suddenly lit up, and his face showed extreme excitement: "True qi? Is it really an internal cultivation technique? Damn, my luck isn't that bad, to encounter such a precious technique in this world?"

The martial arts of the Tai Xuan Continent were divided into seven levels: Void Martial, Qi Martial, True Martial, Spirit Martial, Mystic Martial, Heaven Martial, and Divine Martial, each with four stages: initial, intermediate, advanced, and perfect...

In the Tai Xuan martial arts, qi was the foundation. Practitioners first cultivated their "true qi" and then learned martial techniques. Each level had a distinct aura, corresponding to purple, white, gold, green, blue, orange, and green...

Shangguan Ruofan's "West Wind Scatters Shadows" was one of the last two basic sword techniques of the "West Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique." Using his "true qi," he created a series of illusory sword flowers to confuse the enemy, which, if used well, could enhance the power and control of the next move, "Setting Sun Gazes at the Green Mist."

However, Shangguan Ruowen, who had practiced for five more years and was four levels higher, at the perfect Qi Martial stage, knew this well.

"West Wind Scatters Shadows" involved leaping and using the sword to control the knife, with the body light as a bird and heavy as a mountain upon landing. The first move was a feint, preparing for the next move, "Setting Sun Gazes at the Green Mist." The purple glow was like a setting sun, followed by a green glow, and Shangguan Ruowen, knowing this well, easily dodged and struck Shangguan Ruofan, sending him sprawling to the ground, his face covered in dirt.

In just a moment, Shangguan Ruofan was defeated!

"Ha ha." Shangguan Ruowen made a sword gesture, held the wooden sword in his hand, and leaned it on his shoulder, laughing without a trace of fatigue: "Younger cousin Ruofan, your 'Setting Sun Gazes at the Green Mist' is still not up to par. I'll demonstrate it for you later. At least don't make a fool of yourself in public and tarnish the Shangguan family's reputation. Ha ha!"

Shangguan Ruowen's words were increasingly malicious, crossing the boundaries of familial respect. The second and third branches of the family, who were not ashamed but rather amused, laughed, making Feng Jue's heart grow cold: "Just a simple match, and they are already insulting each other. It seems the Shangguan family is not united."

Shangguan Ruofan, though young, was not foolish. He knew that the second and third branches were unhappy with the first branch because his sister managed the family's business. He was so angry that tears welled up in his eyes. He wanted to retort but remembered his father's advice to avoid trouble, so he just walked away, dejected...

As he spoke, Shangguan Ruowen suddenly turned to Feng Jue, sheathed his sword, and walked over: "Brother Feng, I heard you fell and were injured three days ago. I didn't come to visit, I hope you don't blame me?"

"Ah... If I hadn't left first, you wouldn't have had this accident. I feel very guilty. Brother Feng, you don't blame me for leaving without saying goodbye, do you?" Shangguan Ruowen smiled and bowed, but Feng Jue suddenly sensed a hint of schadenfreude in his smile.

"Do we know each other that well?" Feng Jue frowned, but the words died in his throat as memories flooded back: "Three days ago, right? Yes, three days ago, this guy invited Feng Jueyu to the Yunxiang Pavilion for a drinking session. Halfway through, he and a few other playboys from Tian Nan City left without a word, leaving Feng Jueyu to return home alone. He fell and was unconscious for a day and a night. Although he's apologizing, I can't help but feel there's something fishy about this."

"Is there something more to this?" Feng Jue, as a King of Assassins, didn't forget his instincts and habits. From Shangguan Ruowen's insincere words, he immediately sensed that there might be more to the story: Yes, how could a person just fall and die? Even with a lot of alcohol, it's not that easy, right?

Feng Jue quickly replayed the vague memories of Feng Jueyu's last moments: Three nights ago, Feng Jueyu, drunk, was returning to the Shangguan family from the Yunxiang Pavilion. On the way, he encountered someone walking towards him. It was too late, and he was too drunk to see the person's face. They brushed past each other, and the mysterious person pushed Feng Jueyu to the ground, then... struck him on the back of the head with a hard object...

Hard object strike?

Feng Jue's pupils suddenly contracted: "Feng Jueyu's death was not an accident, but a deliberate trap..."

"Damn, it seems Feng Jueyu wasn't living a peaceful life in the Shangguan family!" After sorting through Feng Jueyu's memories, Feng Jue immediately became wary: Although he couldn't confirm that Shangguan Ruowen was responsible, his leaving halfway through the night was suspicious, and it was possible he was involved.

Seeing that Feng Jue was lost in thought and not responding, Shangguan Ruowen couldn't help but sneer: "Damn, this good-for-nothing has a big life. That brick from Zixiong didn't kill him. Why isn't he talking? Did the brick make him stupid? Ha ha, being stupid is good, it's your own fault for using the old man's favor to show off..."

Feng Jue didn't know that his unintentional guess was spot on. Feng Jueyu's death was not an accident but a deliberate setup, and Shangguan Ruowen was a key figure. But no one knew that the person standing before them was no longer Feng Jueyu but the Evil Emperor Feng Jue...

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