Chapter 5, Hong Yuantian Classic

Hehe, I will go to see my brother-in-law later and express my gratitude to him. My brother-in-law is not someone who is disliked everywhere, hehe

What is going on here

Feng Jueyu began to feel that his body was beyond his control, as if someone were extracting his soul from his body. Accompanied by the cold wind echoing in the room, every pore on his body stood on end.

The golden characters resemble the calligraphy of a renowned master from a previous life, with strokes that flow like dragons and snakes, soaring and twisting, exuding an extraordinary aura... Even Feng Jueyu, the King of Assassins, who has been training under his master since childhood and possesses profound knowledge of calligraphy, feels inferior in comparison

Master

The changes occurring in his body, in the perception of the Wind Killer, would likely not be as cold as spending an entire day in an extremely frigid cold storage. The chill enveloping him felt as if he had been thrown into the depths of the ocean for thousands of miles. Even the Wind Killer, whose spirit and willpower were so formidable that he seemed almost inhuman, was beginning to struggle to endure.

The merciless wind, which seemed to resent the injustice of heaven, bit down hard on its teeth, enduring this inexplicable and extreme cold. As time passed slowly, Feng Jueyu's body had become incredibly stiff. At this moment, if someone were to enter and see him, they might very well think that the prospective son-in-law of the Shangguan family had already turned into a cold, lifeless corpse

In the early spring evening, the weather was still somewhat cold, and a cool breeze blew in through the window cracks, brushing against Feng Jueyu's body, causing him to shiver.

Damn it, fifteen, chrysanthemum, it really is quite an image, although it doesn't sound pleasant, yet that move coincides perfectly with my family's Western Wind and Setting Sun Sword. No, it is indeed several times more exquisite. If it weren't for the guidance of a master, it wouldn't be out of the question for this move to be included in the Western Wind and Setting Sun Sword manual.

"What a magnificent spirit! A person capable of writing such powerful calligraphy must certainly be an expert." Feng Jueyu could not help but exclaim in admiration, and then he noticed that the chill he felt had diminished significantly: "Could it be that the nature of this space can dispel the implications of the soul leaving the body?"

Meanwhile, Shangguan Tengfeng despised his son: "Just tell me, what kind of name is that? Why did you have to stab a chrysanthemum with a sword? Damn, what an image that is

However, this current physique is somewhat too weak. The requirements for a solid foundation in martial arts are very important. Without discussing whether the legendary martial arts masters of past dynasties truly existed, it is undeniable that every renowned master possesses a profound martial arts foundation

Little did they know that at this moment, Lord Shangguan and Shangguan Tengfeng's faces had already turned as dark as a black pot.

Just a moment ago, he was greatly pleased that his grandson could create such an astonishing move, but in the next moment, he transformed into an enraged tiger, fiercely glaring at Shangguan Ruofan and unleashing a torrent of curses: "Damn it, what kind of ridiculous name is this, with 'Fifteen Exposed' and 'Chrysanthemum'? What the hell is a chrysanthemum? Damn your mother, you beast who disgraces culture. Have you completely forgotten what the Master taught you? Damn it, when did the Shangguan family produce such a shameless person?"

Awaiting the appearance of the fifteenth, a sword pierces the chrysanthemum

It is unclear how much time has passed, but in the distant foreground, golden specks began to shimmer, initially appearing as one or two scattered points, and then emerging in large numbers within Feng Jueyu's line of sight

As the sound faded, a mysterious figure dressed in black and a scholarly robe appeared in the room, seemingly out of nowhere

The current situation is dire, as it has fallen into a tragic predicament where calling out to the heavens yields no response, and appealing to the earth brings no relief

These foundations are undoubtedly cultivated steadily from childhood. In contrast, Feng Jueyu's body has never undergone any training since a young age; to say it is weak and unsatisfactory would be an understatement, it is practically a pile of rotten tofu, a puddle of mud

The phrase "Ling... ... Hun... ... Chu... ... Tiao... ..." instinctively reminded Feng Jueyu of a term that only exists in legends, and in an instant, he understood the source of his chill

Feng Jueyu understood that since heaven had granted him the opportunity for rebirth, he must live even more splendidly in this new world. Everything from the past would become his valuable knowledge and wealth, ready to be utilized, which would save both effort and time

A few minutes later, a dazzling golden galaxy appeared before the soul figure, growing increasingly abundant. As it drew closer, Feng Jueyu realized that those golden star-like spots were actually small characters floating in an unknown realm of space.

Shangguan Tengfeng, well aware of his reputation, realized that he could no longer stay. Given the old gentleman's temperament, it was possible that he would soon impose some unacceptable punitive measures. While he had not yet thought of it, it was best to leave quickly.

The astonished Feng Jueyu seemed to suddenly gain clarity of vision, as if his soul had entered the depths of his own mind...

Hong Yuantian Classic

I can hardly believe that the soul truly exists

The old man grew increasingly angry, his beard flying wildly as he pointed at the three and shouted: "Get out, go back and copy the poems and books one hundred times. Don't come out until you finish, what a disgrace, what a disgrace..."

After the family of three left, Old Master Shangguan sat alone in the tiger chair, gazing at the open door with his eyes fixed on the * picture * book. He sat there for a full tea's worth of time before calming down. After a while, he suddenly began to laugh in anger.

Damn it, what the hell, are you playing with my grandfather? I will not let you have your way

The couple, Shangguan Tengfeng, lowered their heads in embarrassment, drenched in sweat, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to hide in: You speak of others as being disrespectful to culture, but are you truly cultured yourself

Cannot die, cannot die

Feng Jueyu simply tore down the bed curtain, wrapping himself up like a giant human-shaped zongzi, yet he still could not prevent the inexplicable chill that enveloped him, so much so that even making a sound became an immense luxury.

With this discovery, Feng Jueyu felt a secret joy in his heart and eagerly directed his mental energy towards the Hong Yuan Tian Jing.

The classic scolding from the old man reemerged, instantly resembling the floodwaters of the Yangtze River breaking through the dam, the Yellow River overflowing, overwhelming and unstoppable. Young Shangguan Ruofan's mouth gaped wide open, his face filled with grievance and disbelief, tears streaming down his cheeks. He simply could not understand why such a powerful move and such a vivid incantation of his had drawn the old man's harsh scolding and criticism, it was utterly unreasonable.

"Beast, why don't you come back with me..." Shangguan Tengfeng walked up to Shangguan Ruofan, shot a fierce glare at his son, and strode away.

Chang Yufeng knew it was not good, seeing her son with his head down, his small hand gripping the sword trembling incessantly, she felt a pang of heartache and rushed over to hold the child in her arms

Sitting on the bed, Feng Jueyu crossed her legs, closed her eyes in deep thought, and her spirit wandered beyond the physical realm, concentrating all her mental energy deep within her mind, recalling the various processes learned in her previous life: herbal baths in the deep mountains, skin polishing and bone tempering, cleansing the marrow and refining the essence, and the transformation of her body and bones

Not enough

The old man squinted his eyes and scrutinized the mysterious figure: "Wang Tong, for the past few days, you have been following Fan Er and recording his every move to report back to me. Hmm, with Ruofan's level of comprehension, it is too strange for him to have created such an exquisite move. I still do not believe it; investigate it thoroughly for me. If it is true... the prosperity of the Shangguan family will be just around the corner. ..." Although he said he did not believe it, the old man's expression betrayed him, revealing a smug demeanor, as if he wished the whole world to know that his grandson possessed such formidable comprehension.

In the distance, there are not only the four characters "Hong Yuan Tian Jing", but also a much larger body of writing behind them, which must contain immense secrets

one layer, two layers, three layers

Thinking of this, Lord Shangguan straightened up and called out in a deep voice: "Wang Tong, come out."

He let out a sigh, and when he opened his eyes, the scene before him in the elegantly decorated bedroom, rich with fragrant aromas, had undergone a tremendous transformation

The gray and hazy unknown realm resembles an endless galaxy, where a small figure, conjured by the soul, flies ahead. He surprisingly sees everything clearly, and thus follows along. Feng Jueyu suddenly feels that his body is no longer as cold as before; it seems to have eased somewhat, as if he has grown accustomed to this chill

... ...

Directly ahead, four gigantic characters, radiating golden light and towering at least 3.3 meters high, floated a hundred meters in front of Feng Jueyu, capturing his attention. As his gaze swept over the three large characters, Feng Jueyu's nerves twitched as if struck by lightning.

Suddenly, this chill seeped through every pore of his body, penetrating to the very marrow, causing Feng Jueyu to shiver involuntarily

Upon returning to his residence, the Wind Killer first feigned sleep for a while, resting thoroughly. After waking up, he began his grand plan for cultivation

Nearly half a quarter of an hour later, just as the wind assassin thought he would end his second life in such a disgraceful manner, he suddenly saw another version of himself slowly magnifying in the mist, transforming into a pure white gaseous form, then shrinking down, and flying up above his head, charging down towards the crown of his head.

Feng Jueyu was howling madly, one hand tightly clutching his own arm, while the other hand frantically wrapped the blankets and bedding on the bed around himself

As the sound faded, the party involved, Shangguan Ruofan, was feeling quite pleased with himself, thinking: How about that? Impressive, right? I have comprehended the most powerful move of the West Wind Setting Sun Sword Technique in just one morning. Shouldn't Grandpa praise me a bit more?

It is so cold... Feng Jueyu could not help but hug his arms, his lips and complexion turning pale simultaneously, resembling the White Impermanence of the underworld.

The mysterious figure, Wang, responded expressionlessly with a respectful tone, and similarly vanished from the study in a ghostly manner

The season has just entered spring, and the chill of winter has not yet completely faded. A thin layer of unmelted snow still covers the ground outside. Moreover, his fiancée, whom he has never met, Shangguan Ruomeng, has consistently opposed their marriage, often leaving the small courtyard, taking away all the maids with her. This has left the lonely and isolated Feng Dashashou in a desperate situation, wanting to rush out and call for help, but unfortunately, the servants are all at the other end of the courtyard, unable to hear his faint cries that are as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

First, the scenery in the small room suddenly became hazy, as if ripples were rising in a dreamlike manner. After a moment, the ripples gradually spread out, transforming into a room filled with grayish-white mist