Chapter 5

"Wait until the fifteenth, and stab the chrysanthemum?"

As the words fell, the person in question, Shangguan Ruofan, was gloating, thinking to himself: How about that? Impressive, right? I only took one morning to understand the strongest move of the Xifeng Luoriri Sword Technique. Grandfather, you should praise me more, shouldn't you?

Hehe, I'll go see my brother-in-law in a while and thank him properly. My brother-in-law isn't all that hateful, hehe.

Little did he know that at that moment, Grandfather Shangguan and Shangguan Tengfeng's faces had already turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Just a moment ago, they were greatly pleased that their grandson had created such a shocking move. The next moment, they immediately transformed into angry tigers, staring fiercely at Shangguan Ruofan and berating him: "Damn, what kind of ridiculous name is that? Fifteenth and chrysanthemum? What the hell is a chrysanthemum? Damn, you disgraceful beast, did you treat what Master taught you as shit? Damn, when did the Shangguan family produce such a shameless thing?"

Grandfather's classic curses poured out like a flood, overwhelming and unstoppable. Little Shangguan Ruofan's mouth gaped wide, his face full of grievance and disbelief, tears falling one after another. He couldn't understand why such a powerful move and such an vivid mnemonic would earn him a scolding from his grandfather. It was simply unjust.

Shangguan Tengfeng and his wife, drenched in sweat, lowered their heads, wishing they could find a crack to hide in: This is what you say, accusing others of being uncouth, are you very refined?

At the same time, Shangguan Tengfeng hated his son to death: Tell me, what name couldn't you come up with, but you had to choose 'stab the chrysanthemum'? Damn, that's too vivid.

Chang Yufeng knew it wasn't good. Seeing her son's head lowered and his small hand holding the sword trembling, she rushed over and hugged him in her arms.

Grandfather's anger grew, his beard flying. He pointed at the three and shouted, "Get out, go back and copy the poems a hundred times. Don't come out until you're done. Shameful, shameful..."

Shangguan Tengfeng, hearing this, knew they couldn't stay any longer. Given Grandfather's personality, he might come up with some unbearable punishment. It was better to run while he hadn't thought of it.

"Beast, don't you come with me..." Shangguan Tengfeng walked to Shangguan Ruofan, giving his son a fierce glare, and left.

After the family of three left, Grandfather Shangguan sat alone in his tiger chair, staring at the open door. He sat there for a while, his anger subsiding. After a bit more time, he suddenly laughed in anger.

"Damn, fifteenth and chrysanthemum, it's really damn vivid. Although it doesn't sound good, that move is in perfect harmony with the Shangguan family's Xifeng Luoriri Sword Technique. No, it's dozens of times better. Hmm, if it weren't for a high-level mentor, this move could be included in the Xifeng Luoriri Sword Technique."

Thinking about this, Grandfather Shangguan sat up straight and called out in a deep voice, "Wang Tong, come out."

As the words fell, a mysterious figure in a black robe appeared in the room...

"Master..."

Grandfather Shangguan narrowed his eyes and sized up the mysterious figure. "Wang Tong, follow Fan for the next few days. Record everything he does and report it to me. Hmm, given Ruofan's insight, creating such a refined move is too suspicious. I don't believe it. Investigate thoroughly. If it's true... the prosperity of the Shangguan family is just around the corner..." Saying he didn't believe it, his expression betrayed his pride, as if he wanted the whole world to know that his grandson had such powerful insight.

"Yes..." Wang Tong, the mysterious figure, responded expressionlessly and disappeared from the study like a ghost...

...

Back at his residence, the great assassin Feng Da first took a short nap, waking up refreshed. After that, he began his cultivation plan...

Sitting on the bed, Feng Jueyu crossed his legs and closed his eyes, his mind wandering. All his mental energy was focused deep in his mind, recalling the processes he had learned in his previous life: deep mountain medicinal baths, skin and bone tempering, meridian cleansing, and bone transformation...

Feng Jueyu understood that since heaven had given him a chance to be reborn, he had to live a more colorful life in this new world. All his past knowledge would become valuable assets, ready to use, saving time and effort.

However, this body was too weak. The foundation in martial arts was crucial. Regardless of whether the legendary martial arts experts of past dynasties truly existed, it was undeniable that every famous expert had a deep foundation in martial arts.

These foundations were undoubtedly built from a young age, through steady and solid training. In contrast, Feng Jueyu's body had never been trained, and saying it was in a state of decay was an understatement. It was more like a pile of tofu residue, a pool of mud...

In early spring, the evening was still quite cold. A cool breeze blew through the window, making Feng Jueyu shiver.

Suddenly, this coldness seemed to penetrate his entire body through his pores, making him shiver uncontrollably...

Damn, what's going on.

He opened his eyes and saw that the ancient and fragrant bedroom had undergone a dramatic change.

First, the scenery in the small room became hazy, like a dream, with ripples appearing. After a moment, the ripples spread, turning the room into a gray mist.

Feng Jueyu began to feel his body lose control, as if someone was pulling his soul out of his body. Accompanied by the cold wind in the room, every pore on his body stood up.

"So cold..." Feng Jueyu couldn't help but hug his arms, his lips and face turning deathly pale, like the White Impermanence from the underworld.

This kind of bodily change, in the great assassin's understanding, would not even occur if he were thrown into an extremely cold freezer for a day. The cold seemed to have thrown him into the depths of the ocean, and even with his superhuman mental and willpower, he was struggling to hold on.

Can't die, can't die...

Feng Jueyu roared in a low voice, one hand tightly hugging his arm, the other frantically wrapping himself in the bed sheets and blankets...

One layer, two layers, three layers...

Not enough...

Feng Jueyu even pulled down the bed curtains, wrapping himself in a giant human-shaped dumpling, but he still couldn't stop the mysterious coldness, to the point where even speaking became a luxury.

It was just the beginning of spring, and the cold of winter had not yet fully passed. A thin layer of snow still covered the ground outside. His betrothed, Shangguan Ruomeng, who he had never met, often disagreed with their marriage and was not in the courtyard, taking all the maids with her. This left Feng Jueyu alone, struggling to crawl out and call for help, but the servants were at the other end of the courtyard, and his voice was as weak as a mosquito's.

Now, the great assassin was in a desperate situation, with no one to turn to...

"Damn, you old sky, are you playing with me? I won't let you have your way."

The great assassin, hating the injustice of the heavens, gritted his teeth and endured the mysterious and extreme cold. As time passed, Feng Jueyu's body had become incredibly stiff. If someone had come in at that moment, they might have thought the Shangguan family's future son-in-law had turned into a cold, lifeless corpse.

Nearly half an hour later, just as the great assassin thought he would end his second life in this shameful way, he suddenly saw another version of himself in the mist, gradually enlarging into a pure white gas, then shrinking and flying up to his head, heading for the crown of his head.

"Soul... leaving... the body..." Feng Jueyu subconsciously recalled a term that only existed in legends, instantly understanding the source of the cold...

He couldn't believe it, the soul actually existed...

Feng Jueyu, wide-eyed, seemed to have a sudden increase in his vision, following his soul into the depths of his mind...

The gray, unknown realm seemed like an endless galaxy. The small figure of the soul flew ahead, and he could see it clearly. Following it, Feng Jueyu suddenly felt his body was no longer as cold as before, as if the cold had eased or he had become accustomed to it.

After an unknown amount of time, golden spots appeared far ahead, first a few, then spreading widely in Feng Jueyu's field of vision.

A few minutes later, a golden, brilliant galaxy appeared in front of the soul figure, growing more and more. As he got closer, Feng Jueyu realized that these golden spots were actually small characters floating in the unknown space.

The golden characters were like those written by a famous calligrapher from his previous life, with flowing, dynamic, and extraordinary style. Even Feng Jueyu, the king of assassins who had trained in calligraphy since childhood, felt inferior...

"Hongyuan Tianjing!"

Directly in front, four huge, golden characters, each about ten feet tall, floated a hundred meters away from Feng Jueyu. As his gaze swept over the three characters, his nerves twitched as if struck by lightning.

"What a magnificent spirit! The person who could write such calligraphy must be a master." Feng Jueyu couldn't help but praise, then realized that the coldness in his body had lessened: "Could it be that this space can dispel the coldness of the soul leaving the body?"

With this discovery, Feng Jueyu was delighted and eagerly controlled his mental energy to fly towards the "Hongyuan Tianjing."

Not only were there the four characters "Hongyuan Tianjing" in the distance, but there were also many more extensive writings behind them, surely containing great secrets...

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