Chapter One, The Malevolent Emperor's Wind of Desolation
In the center of the square not far away, at least seven or eight young men stood together. Among them, two stood out: one was dressed in a blue shirt, and the other wore a white robe. The age difference between the two was quite noticeable. The one in the white robe was named Shangguan Ruowen, aged 17, which happened to be the same age as Feng Jue. The other was his own younger brother-in-law: Shangguan Ruofan
But now it is different, Feng Jueyu is still Feng Jueyu, yet the soul is Feng Jue, the king of killers who instills fear in everyone on the dark side of the Earth: the uncrowned emperor
As she spoke, Shangguan Ruowen suddenly turned towards Feng Jue, she sheathed her long sword and walked over lightly: "Brother Feng, I learned that you unfortunately fell three days ago, and I did not come to visit. You will not hold it against me, will you?"
In his previous life, as the uncrowned evil emperor, Feng was not only proficient in medicine and possessed exceptional martial skills, but also held a title that was both revered and feared by the world. Naturally, he had an extraordinary sense of familiarity with this well-known voice.
Heavenly Father, have I offended you in any way? I was living well on Earth, so why was I unjustly "exiled" to the "frontier"? It is true that I have killed many people, but those individuals all deserved it. I am acting on behalf of justice, do you understand?
After watching for a while, Feng Jue shook his head repeatedly. The two individuals in the square were both employing the "Western Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique." With his understanding of the essence of martial arts from his previous life, it was not difficult to discern that this sword technique emphasized "intention" over "qi." It was characterized by flowing movements, ever-changing forms, with as many as twelve variations, capable of launching attacks from three levels: upper, middle, and lower.
Recalling my own history of traversing through time, I find myself in a state of utter despair, unable to shed a single tear
Feng Jue's mind quickly replayed the blurred memories of Feng Jueyu's death, and after a moment, a scene emerged: three nights ago, Feng Jueyu drunkenly returned to the Shangguan family from Yunxiang Tower. On the way, he encountered a person walking towards him. It was too late, and he had drunk too much to see the person's face clearly. The two brushed past each other, and that mysterious individual knocked Feng Jueyu to the ground. Then... a hard object struck the back of his head... It was too late, and he had drunk too much to see the person's face clearly. The two brushed past each other, and that mysterious individual knocked Feng Jueyu to the ground. Then... a hard object struck the back of his head...
Just at this moment, the sound of fighting could be heard coming from the front of the square in the main courtyard
Damn it, it seems that Feng Jueyu, this fool, is not having a peaceful time at the Shangguan family! After sorting through Feng Jueyu's memories, Feng Jueli immediately became alert: although it cannot be confirmed that this matter was definitely instigated by Shangguan Ruowen, his sudden departure was clearly to avoid suspicion, and it is hard to guarantee that he does not have some unclear connection with it
The swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, but given the ages of Shangguan Ruowen and Shangguan Ruofan, they have not yet mastered it. They cannot even fully execute the twelve variations inherent to the technique. Shangguan Wen is somewhat better, able to achieve four variations, whereas his brother-in-law Shangguan Ruofan can only alternate between two variations, lacking both quantity and precision, leading to inevitable defeat
Shangguan Ruofan's move "West Wind Whirling Shadows" is also one of the foundational sword techniques of the last two moves in the "West Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique." It utilizes one's own "true energy" and, despite its weakness, unleashes a flurry of sword flowers and countless illusory moves to confuse the enemy. When executed well, this move can maximize the power and control of the subsequent move "Setting Sun Gazing at the Azure Clouds."
In memory, Feng Jue knew that the elderly gentleman Shangguan Lingyun, who had no familial ties to him, treated him quite well. Not only did he betroth his granddaughter to him, but he also generously imparted his ancestral skills.
With a flick of the wooden sword, in an instant, a strange flash of sword light blossomed into a flower of the sword, and at the same time, a faint purple glow began to emanate from Shangguan Ruofan's body
Haha. Shangguan Ruowen twisted a sword technique, holding the wooden sword in a reverse grip and resting it against his shoulder. He laughed heartily without turning red or panting, saying: "Ruofan, your technique of 'Watching the Sunset and the Azure Clouds' is still not up to par. I will demonstrate it for you later, at least when we are outside, don't be like today, scrambling like a dog for scraps, which only invites ridicule and tarnishes the reputation of the Shangguan family. Haha!" He laughed heartily without turning red or panting, saying: "Ruofan, your technique of 'Watching the Sunset and the Azure Clouds' is still not up to par. I will demonstrate it for you later, at least when we are outside, don't be like today, scrambling like a dog for scraps, which only invites ridicule and tarnishes the reputation of the Shangguan family. Haha!"
"I can't believe I got caught up in such a ridiculous situation, what a stroke of bad luck. " Feng Jue spat into the lake, feeling a belly full of grievances that seemed impossible to vent.
... ...
Feng Jue's pupils suddenly constricted: "Feng Jueyu's death was not an accident, but rather a deliberate scheme to frame him..."
Is there something fishy about this? Feng Jue cannot cross over in less than three days. As the King of Assassins, he has not forgotten his qualities and habits. Just from Shangguan Ruowen's malicious words, he immediately sensed that there might be more to the story: Indeed, how could a perfectly fine person end up dead from a fall? It seems unlikely, even with excessive drinking.
Just at that moment, Shangguan Ruofan was pressed hard by Shangguan Ruowen, and in a fit of rage, with a still unchanged childish voice, shouted: "The west wind swirls and shadows."
In this battle, the renowned Wind Killer's reputation was once again elevated. However, just as all his enemies were completely annihilated and he had reclaimed the "Hong Yuan Tian Jing," the Wind Killer unexpectedly received a mysterious electric shock from the "Hong Yuan Tian Jing," which caused him to lose his hair.
Imagine what it would feel like for a soul that was once lawless, invincible, and looked down upon all living beings to enter a body as fragile as tofu... Fortunately, this skin is equipped with a "handle"; otherwise, Feng Dashao would undoubtedly choose to end it all without hesitation, descending to the underworld to experience reincarnation once more, to feel the essence of the cycle of life and death
Damn it, I have carried it all the way home, what bad luck, truly damn bad luck, I must have been cursed for eight lifetimes.
However, Shangguan Ruowen has practiced for five more years than Shangguan Ruofan, and her rank is also a full four levels higher than that of Shangguan Ruofan, reaching the level of complete mastery in martial arts. How could she not understand the principles involved
After crossing over, Feng Jue became a good-for-nothing, a dandy in the official residence of the Shangguan family in Tian Nan City of the Tai Xuan Continent, possessing no martial skills and lacking any knowledge, and even being a prospective "son-in-law" who had been adopted into another family, living under someone else's roof
Feng Jue had no idea that his unintentional guess had hit the mark. The death of the dead ghost Feng Jueyu was not an accident, but rather a deliberate arrangement by someone, with Shang and the librarian Ruo Wen being key figures in this scheme. ... However, apart from the great killer himself, no one knew that the figure standing before them was no longer Feng Jueyu, but the evil emperor Feng Jue
In just a moment, Shangguan Ruofan was defeated
Shangguan Ruowen's words were increasingly venomous, having already exceeded the boundaries that should exist among kin of the same bloodline. The legitimate sons and grandsons from his second and third households laughed mockingly, taking pride in their disdain. The assassin, observing this, felt a chill in his heart: "It is merely a contest, yet they resort to mutual exclusion and insults. It seems that the Shangguan family is not united internally."
Feeling as if his body had been nearly drained by the indulgences of extravagant pleasures, the Wind Killer once again, for an unknown number of times, called out in despair: "Meridians blocked, bones soft and weak, depleted and lacking; damn it, even if I possess extraordinary skills, I cannot unleash them. How did I end up in such a useless body?"
Unfortunately, the original owner of this body was truly an incapable person. Since being taken to the Shangguan family at the age of nine, for a full eight years, despite the careful cultivation by Shangguan Lingyun, he remained inept in both literature and martial arts, relying solely on the old master to become a significant good-for-nothing in Tian Nan City
The person who seemed to be lost in thought did not respond. Shangguan Ruowen couldn't help but sneer inwardly: "Damn, this good-for-nothing bastard is really lucky; Zixiong's brick didn't manage to kill him. Hmm? Why isn't this fool saying anything? Could it be that he was stunned? Haha, being stunned is fine; you little brat have been flaunting your power thanks to the old man's favor, you deserve it..." Haha, being stunned is fine; you little brat have been flaunting your power thanks to the old man's favor, you deserve it...
Upon learning this news, Feng, known as the Uncrowned Evil Emperor and a son of Huaxia, was filled with immense rage. How could the treasures of Huaxia fall into the hands of the treacherous Japanese? Thus, Feng hurried back from overseas, traveling thousands of miles. With his own strength, he set an ambush on the slopes of Mount Tai and slaughtered nearly one hundred of the world's top assassins, including dozens of ninjas from the island nation. Ultimately, he pierced the second-ranked Tianren master with a single sword strike at the summit of Mount Tai.
On that night, with the moon obscured and the wind howling, the summit of Mount Tai was bustling with people. Nearly one hundred assassins from international organizations rushed to the reclusive ancient martial arts sect, Hongyuan Sect, intending to seize the ancient martial treasure "Hongyuan Heavenly Scripture".
Before the crossing, Feng was not only the number one assassin in Huaxia, but also the world-renowned King of Assassins: the Uncrowned Evil Emperor
Although Shangguan Ruofan is relatively young, she is not foolish. She is aware that the second and third branches have been harboring resentment towards the first branch due to her sister's control over the family business, and they have been looking for opportunities to ridicule the first branch. This has made her so angry that tears have streamed down her face. She wants to retort, but recalling her father's advice not to stir up trouble, she holds back and can only silently walk aside, feeling lost and dejected
The enormous gap left the Wind Killer feeling frustrated and speechless for a full three days... For three whole days, even though the Wind Killer prided himself on his strong adaptability, he still could not come to terms with the harsh reality at hand
Hearing the sound of "bang bang" from the wooden blades colliding, Feng Jue's eyes instinctively brightened. In the past three days, this was the first time he had witnessed the martial arts of this world. How could he not take a look? Feng Jue took two steps forward and walked towards the square...
hard object impact
Sigh... If it weren't for me leaving first that day, Brother Feng wouldn't have encountered such an incident. I have been feeling quite guilty about it. Brother Feng, you won't blame me for leaving without saying goodbye, will you?" Shangguan Ruowen said with a half-smile while cupping his fists. For some reason, the renowned assassin Feng suddenly felt that there was a hint of barely concealed glee in Shangguan Ruowen's expression.
Oh heavens, are you really planning to drive me to my death? I have done so many good deeds, and this is how you repay me? ... Damn, if you give me just one chance, just one, I will definitely use the punishment sword to strike you down
"Are we that familiar?" The Wind Killer furrowed his brow, the words that were on the tip of his tongue swallowed back down. Memories surged forth like a tide: "Three days ago, hmm? Right, three days ago this guy invited Feng Jueyu to Yunxiang Tower for a night of revelry. Halfway through, this brat left without a word with a few young rascals from Tiannan City, following Feng Jueyu home alone. On the way, he accidentally fell and lost consciousness for a day and a night. Although this brat's tone was apologetic, why do I feel like there's a hint of a weasel wishing a chicken a happy new year?"
The Wind Killer was originally not called Wind Jueyu, but it is quite similar. If we remove the character "yu," it becomes the nameless evil emperor of the black and white underworld on Earth—Wind Jue...
The Tai Xuan Continent has clearly defined martial ranks, with a total of seven realms in martial arts: Xu Wu, Qi Wu, Zhen Wu, Ling Wu, Xuan Wu, Tian Wu, and Shen Wu. Each realm is further divided into four levels: Initial, Intermediate, Advanced, and Perfection
In the Tai Xuan Continent, martial arts are highly esteemed, and the Shangguan family is particularly renowned for their martial prowess, naturally placing great emphasis on the cultivation of martial arts. Whenever someone in the family is discovered to possess the ability to cultivate "True Qi," they are nurtured from a young age. Although Shangguan Ruofan is a full five years younger than Shangguan Ruowen, he possesses a solid foundation in martial arts. Each move is executed with precision, the sword flows like clouds, and his aura is quite extraordinary. He employs the ancestral "West Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique" passed down through the Shangguan family.
The Supreme Xuanwu Path is based on Qi. Practitioners first cultivate their own "True Qi" before mastering martial techniques. Each realm has a distinct aura corresponding to its level, which are represented by the colors: purple, white, gold, blue, orange, and green.
The west wind swirls, a technique of wielding sword against blade is unleashed, soaring like a roc in the sky and landing heavily like a mountain. The initial strike is a feint, while the true move is a sweeping sword that lays the groundwork for a cascade of azure light. A flash of purple light appears, akin to the setting sun, followed by a brilliant display of blue radiance. All of this is naturally well understood by Shangguan Ruowen, who had long anticipated the move. Then, with a gentle tap of the wooden sword on the grounded Shangguan Ruofan, who lacked the momentum to leap, she sent him sprawling, causing him to fall face-first into the dirt.
In the small courtyard, Feng Jueyu sat under the pavilion, gazing at the pleasant yet unfamiliar scenery around him, unable to suppress a sudden impulse to end his life
Suddenly, the wind before him brightened sharply, and an expression of extreme excitement appeared on his face: "True Qi? Is it really an internal martial arts technique? Damn, my luck isn't that bad after all; I actually encountered such a precious thing as an internal martial arts technique in this world?"