Chapter 2, The Nameless Yellow Book

However, for reasons unknown, after the blind youth delivered himself to the Earl of Sinan's residence, he left the estate, disregarding the old lady's attempts to persuade him to stay.

Thinking of this, Fan Shen chuckled foolishly again. Since this old thief of a heaven has given him a chance to live again, he must cherish it even more. This internal skill is something that is not available in his original world. Even though this unnamed mental method may not be particularly impressive, it cannot withstand the fact that he has been practicing it since he was one year old.

Since then, the maids no longer paid attention to this matter, and when he slept, they generally stood guard outside

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However, Fan Shen happened to know the characters in this world, and after experiencing this significant transformation of rebirth, he firmly believed in the existence of ghosts and deities. He was even more convinced that the book before him, which resembled a prop from a Hong Kong TVB drama, was a manual for cultivating a certain type of true energy.

The old lady initially did not believe it and instructed the maids to keep an eye on the little fellow, thinking he was merely playing around under the guise of sleeping. However, after observing him for over half a year, she discovered that the child was genuinely in a deep sleep each time, to the extent that it was very difficult to wake him even when calling out.

For example, taking a nap

It took him a full four years to clarify this issue. Since there is an opportunity to live again, why not live this life well? Since heaven has granted him a new life, if he does not live it well, would that not be a great disrespect to heaven? For instance, since he can move now, why not move more?

Before he left, he placed this book beside the baby's body

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The servants had long been accustomed to the peculiar habit of their young master imitating the way adults spoke; they were unfazed by it. They picked him up and went to take a bath

Some of those demons call their father, some call their mother, and others call their teacher

At this time, it was summer, and the maids were naturally quite fatigued, leaning to one side, gently waving their small silk fans in a rhythmic manner, occasionally with fireflies dancing lightly in the breeze created by the fans

Gradually, he entered a meditative state and comfortably fell asleep in bed

Gradually, more and more people gathered under the artificial hill, with seven or eight servants anxiously surrounding it

Fan Xian looked at the anxious faces of those people under the rockery and couldn't help but sigh, climbing down honestly: "It's just some exercise, why the rush?"

Thus, all the servants of the Earl's residence are aware that this illegitimate young master is a restless character

When he was trapped in the small body of an infant, he had once stayed in the embrace of that young boy. From Kyoto all the way to this port by the sea, perhaps the other party thought he was too young to remember anything. However, Fan Shen's soul was not that of an ignorant infant; having traveled together, he could already see that the blind boy's care for him as an infant was genuine and heartfelt, not a pretense.

Fan Shen always remembered that blind boy, the servant of his mother in this world

Fan Shen sighed, realizing that his appearance was only that of a four-year-old, which had always made him hesitant to reveal his true nature. Fortunately, he had this book to help him pass the exceedingly dull time.

However, in the eyes of the maid, a four-year-old child was actually able to climb to such a high place, and with a smile that was remarkably mature, it was evident that the little fellow was suffering from a form of madness

The only benefit of being reborn, perhaps, is that now he is agile and can move about energetically. This realization brought Fan Xian a sense of comfort. Those who have never suffered from his kind of illness might find it difficult to experience such joy—he reassured himself that this might be a blessing from heaven.

To understand all the individuals on this day at https://www.hetushu.com, including the several great masters whom the common people revere as deities, it is impossible for them, no matter how talented, to compare with Fan Shen, who began practicing internal energy from the moment of his birth

It is a pity that there is no name; otherwise, I could inquire with those children on the street to find out just how powerful this Qi cultivation technique really is

Returning to the bedroom, Fan Xian climbed onto the bed, lifted the mat laid on top, and carefully took out a book from the hidden compartment he had dug out beneath it.

He gently opened the book, turning to page 7, where there was an illustration of a naked man. On his body were some red lines that seemed to be faintly visible, and it was unclear what kind of paint was used to create them. Remarkably, they produced a visual illusion for the viewer, as if these lines were slowly flowing in a certain direction.

The young lady patted the little fellow on the bottom, and they were all quite curious. Although this young master in the Earl's residence was still very young, his temperament had already begun to show signs of mischief. However, in certain aspects, he maintained a level of self-discipline and diligence akin to that of an adult.

Fan Shen had always been somewhat puzzled by this matter. Did this servant not fear practicing blindly? However, upon reflection, he realized the reason: he was just a child and could not possibly recognize the characters in the book, so naturally, he did not fear making mistakes in his practice.

Those who have experienced a normal childhood will always remember the great struggle they had against the wicked demons who forced them to sleep, under the bright afternoon sunlight.

However, Master Fan Xian is someone who never needs to be forced to take a nap. Every day at noon, he would put on the most adorable and innocent smile, obediently return to his bedroom, and begin to sleep, making not a single sound in the process

What is this called? This is called "The early bird catches the worm," and it is also referred to as "The slow bird flies first"

At this moment, Fan Xian was sitting at the highest point of the rockery in the courtyard, gazing at the distant horizon with a smile.

The cover of that book is slightly yellowed, giving it an appearance of age, yet it bears no words. However, there are some embroidered patterns at the corners whose meanings are unknown. Each stroke curls up at the end, resembling flowing clouds, and also evoking the ancient charm of a wide sleeve.

One must understand that this is comparable to practicing since the womb, and it cannot be lower than several realms.

Young master, I beg you, please come down

As Fan Shen contemplated this, a distinct aura of true energy began to flow slowly along the lines depicted in the books, circulating through his body. The sensation was exceedingly pleasant, akin to a warm current of water cleansing every inch of his internal organs.

Moreover, one cannot be more foolish than those young individuals who have just begun to explore martial arts

Although Count Sinan is favored by His Majesty the Emperor, his title is not high, and his official position is not significant. The visible income is also not substantial. Even if the income were considerable, it would not all be spent on his mother and illegitimate child. Therefore, there are not many servants in the count's residence.

When Fan Xian emerged after being pampered with lipstick, white teeth, fragrant body, and tender skin, the maid picked him up again, smiling as she touched his face and teased, "Young master looks just like the young ladies from other families; I wonder which young lady will enjoy his company in the future"

Fan Xian, in his foolishness, did not respond. He was not the type to tease a teenage maid with the words of a four-year-old; such a lack of decorum was beneath him. He would wait until he was six to embark on this grand and challenging endeavor.

It is time for a nap, dear one

This book was left to me by a blind boy named Wuzhu when I was very young