Chapter 4, remarkable, has actually learned to recognize characters

The words spoken carelessly by Feng Feiyun, unaware of their impact, unexpectedly led Steward Liu to such deep contemplation. If he were to know what was on Steward Liu's mind, he would likely regret it to the point of wanting to bang his head against a wall

In the old man's mind, not only did several excellent candidates flash by, each one a remarkable woman with the ability to discipline and suppress the wayward nature of the young master, including the female assassin from the Supreme Death Palace, female cultivators from the Daoist sect, a novice from the Bhikshu Monastery, and the leading performer from the Thousand Gold Smile Pavilion

The sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the library, and then the intricately carved dragon door of the library was pushed open

An elderly butler with graying temples walked in from outside. Despite his advanced age, he moved with a steady gait, each step leaving not a speck of dust on the ground.

With his cultivation, even if he were to live for one hundred and fifty years, it is likely that he would not die

Of course, this is all a thing of the past.

Although the Shenjin Dynasty is a realm of mortals, it is home to numerous cultivators. Many prominent families and major sects possess incomplete cultivation texts, and there are even talented individuals who manage to achieve success in their cultivation, capable of flying through the skies, traversing the earth, and summoning the winds and rains, which is quite remarkable

Although he held the teacup, he had no intention of drinking tea at all. He glanced lightly at Feng Feiyun and said淡淡地: "I heard you can read characters? How many characters can you recognize?"

Although Feng Feiyun is known as the living Yama of Lingzhou City, he is utterly terrified in front of Feng Wanpeng, much like a mouse encountering a cat, trembling all over at the sight of Feng Wanpeng

Especially those aged, deeply sunken eyes, narrowed into a slit, from which a cold light, sharp as blades, emanated, even sharper than that of a young man in the prime of life

The more Liu Guanjia thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. That little rascal Feng Feiyun was simply lacking discipline, which was why he had turned out this way. It seemed necessary to arrange a marriage for him, to find a woman who could keep him in check.

There are many warriors, but few generals

Feng Feiyun was aware that he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. However, if he could achieve something in the realm of military strategy, he could still stand out and rise to prominence, perhaps even attaining a position higher than his own in the future.

These words are, of course, merely excuses. He could never tell Feng Wanpeng that he was possessed by a ghost and had undergone a transformation through soul fusion. Not only would he be able to recognize characters, but he could also easily write several ancient texts on cultivation. If he were to say such a thing, Feng Wanpeng would likely consider him a monster and seek to eliminate him.

Feng Wanpeng's heart was slightly filled with joy, yet he did not show it on his face. He set down the teacup and said calmly, "I heard you are reading 'On Soldiers.' What insights do you have?"

The young lady referred to by Butler Liu is none other than Feng Feiyun's mother

Feng Wanpeng is an elegant individual, having achieved the rank of the third place in the imperial examination, possessing profound knowledge and exceptional cultivation

A scoundrel who only knows how to immerse himself in a crowd of women can possess little insight. Feng Wanpeng felt that he had somewhat overestimated him, and he still held no hope in his heart.

This Butler Liu is the old steward from the maternal family of Feng Feiyun. He came to the Feng family as part of the dowry. After the death of Feng Feiyun's mother, this old steward took on the role of a grandfather, caring for Feng Feiyun

Feng Wanpeng is also a martial arts master, having practiced some superficial aspects of the texts from the immortal sect. Although it is merely superficial knowledge, it is still more than ten times stronger than that of an ordinary person. He can easily contend with a thousand adversaries, and his fist strength is capable of breaking through a stone wall several meters thick. He can undoubtedly be considered a formidable expert who dominates a region.

Feng Wanpeng was gently sipping tea, dressed in a soft armor made of rhinoceros hide and dark iron armor, which reflected a majestic cold gleam under the light. Upon hearing the news that Feng Feiyun had learned to read, he hurried back without delay, not even having time to remove his armor, with his hair still covered in dust.

Feng Feiyun's mother passed away when he was just over one year old, reportedly due to an illness, though he is uncertain about the specific nature of the illness. In fact, he cannot even be sure if her death was indeed due to an illness, as all this information comes from his father, Feng Wanpeng.

In the memories of Feng Feiyun, his mother is but a vague shadow, while his father has always been very busy. Each encounter is marked by either scolding or beating him, and the only one who can truly offer him a semblance of warmth is the elderly person before him

Butler Liu sighed, saying, "This is no small matter; if the young lady were to know from the afterlife, how pleased she would be!"

Feng Feiyun has only briefly flipped through a few pages and does not have a deep understanding of "On Soldiers"

In his previous life, Feng Feiyun was a phoenix, possessing the soul of a phoenix. His spiritual awareness was exceptionally high; not even the slightest trace of spiritual energy could escape his perception.

The elderly person, filled with a sense of unease, both hopes that the wind and clouds will truly mature and succeed, yet fears that the answer received may not align with their desires, leading to a futile sense of joy.

However, after hearing this news, Feng Wanpeng felt that it was extraordinary. After all, in the Divine Jin Dynasty, aspiring to stand out, entering the Divine Martial Army, slaying evil spirits, confronting enemy bandits, engaging in military campaigns, seizing command, achieving military merits, and establishing a grand career is the best choice. A general wielding the power of a million troops undoubtedly holds more influence than the scholars, officials, and noble lords in the court.

If one can truly recognize characters, it would already be a significant advancement

"Grandfather Liu, you are of advanced age and should rest more. Those servants are truly inconsiderate; they actually disturb you over such trivial matters. It is simply too thoughtless of them." Feng Feiyun turned around and supported the old steward.

If my mother truly knows what is happening in the afterlife, she should bless me to find a talented and beautiful wife soon, so that I can give her a bunch of grandchildren

At this moment, Feng Wanpeng was seated in the grand hall in the highest position, in a grand master's chair. He appeared to be in his thirties, dressed in a plain white robe. His sharp tiger-like eyes were bright and spirited, and the two tufts of beard on his chin were trimmed quite neatly.

However, upon suddenly hearing that Feng Feiyun had actually learned to read and was even studying "On Soldiers," the previously despondent Steward Liu instantly saw a glimmer of hope. If Feng Feiyun could turn over a new leaf and become a person of worth, it would indeed fulfill the young lady's wishes.

Of course, the key now is to see if he has the potential to become a commanding general of a formidable army

Let us go! Let us go! Your father was originally patrolling the city guard camp, but upon hearing of this matter, he has hurried back and is waiting for you in the main hall

The old steward was quite loyal to Feng Feiyun's mother. After her death, he treated Feng Feiyun as the young master, serving him like a servant. (Let us assume for the moment that Feng Feiyun's mother has indeed passed away.) Although Feng Feiyun was domineering outside, he held great respect for this old steward, regarding him as a true elder.

However, Feng Feiyun is indeed his only biological son and the true heir of the family. If this little wretch could truly turn over a new leaf, he would undoubtedly spare no effort to cultivate him into a talented individual.

At that time, Feng Feiyun was truly too young to remember anything; in his mind, he only had a vague image of his mother. He knew that his mother was very beautiful and also very gentle, and there was no woman in the world as gentle as his mother.

Feng Feiyun's reckless behavior outside has become known to everyone in Lingzhou City, and naturally, Steward Liu is also aware of it. Over the years, he has kept a low profile and rarely made an appearance, hoping that out of sight would mean out of mind, and he no longer holds any hope for him.

This is the first cultivator that Feng Feiyun encountered after coming back to life, whose cultivation level is already considered quite high in the mortal world

This Butler Liu is of no ordinary background; he is a practitioner. Feng Feiyun could feel the rich spiritual energy flowing within this old butler merely by holding onto his arm. If he were to unleash his full strength, the force in his arm would be several thousand pounds, capable of turning a fierce tiger into a bloody pulp, clearly indicating that he is not an ordinary person

In the past, Feng Feiyun would have never been able to perceive the spiritual energy that was nurturing within Butler Liu's body

His old face was covered with wrinkles, marked by deep furrows. Upon seeing Feng Feiyun, he smiled kindly, excitedly grasping Feng Feiyun's arm, and said: "Young Master, Young Master, I heard those girls say that you can read now. Is this true? Is this true?"

In his leisure time, he has also self-studied some literature, and he should have no problem browsing through books. Feng Feiyun said with a calm demeanor, showing neither arrogance nor servility, and he holds a considerable respect for his father, Feng Wanpeng

A man tends to mature quickly after starting a family

The librarian and the housekeeper are surprisingly formidable, prompting Feng Feiyun to think of his mother's family, which is certainly not a simple existence; it might very well be a powerful cultivation family.

He repeatedly asked, his eyes filled with anticipation

Feng Wanpeng raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and thought to himself: "This little brat usually gets so scared when he sees me that he kneels down and kowtows, unable to utter a single word. Yet today, he stands before me so calmly and answers without hesitation. Could it be that he has suddenly become enlightened?"

Every time at this moment, Feng Wanpeng grits his teeth, wishing he could crush this cowardly and timid thing to death, it is simply infuriating to behold

Dada!

Butler Liu has undoubtedly practiced the scriptures of the immortals. Although his body has aged, the meridians and bones within him shine brilliantly, dazzling and resplendent.

Feng Wanpeng naturally understands his son's character better than anyone else and does not hold overly high expectations for him

However, when Butler Liu spoke these words, a hint of peculiarity flashed in his eyes. Although it was quickly concealed, it was still noticed by Feng Feiyun.

Therefore, although this is a realm of humanity, there are countless strong individuals, yet those proficient in military strategy are exceedingly rare

Steward Liu had already devised a plan in his mind, wearing a peculiar smile on his face, as he led the way forward, the two of them heading towards the main hall.

Steward Liu's eyes narrowed as he pondered; if it were truly possible to find a strong and domineering extraordinary woman to discipline this reckless young man, perhaps it could lead to his eventual success.

In the memories of Feng Feiyun, Feng Wanpeng is a stern individual, with a robust physique that commands respect without the need for anger. His face is perpetually serious, as if he has never smiled.

To avoid having expectations that are too high, which can lead to greater disappointment