Chapter 007: The Hurricane Passes

Should be regarding the mother's condition, or

Her long hair was jet black and smooth, complemented by a mink coat on her upper body and a pair of high-top deerskin boots on her feet. Exquisite and luxurious, the fit was just right, harmonizing beautifully with her delicate and refined features. Upon seeing Mu Feng standing behind the desk, with a beaming smile that revealed two sweet dimples, she playfully asked, "Mu Feng, guess what I brought for you?"

Fate is complex and ever-changing, but as long as one grasps the overall direction well, even minor winds and waves will not cause significant harm

That works too

Last night's retreat did not result in a breakthrough to the early stage of the Mortal Realm; I am still one final step away from officially crossing the threshold of cultivation. However, my power has surged significantly, and I am by no means inferior even when compared to some mid-stage Mortal Realm experts

Biting through the index finger, a drop of fresh blood is dripped onto it, and immediately a mysterious witch's seal is formed with the hand, forcefully stirring the spiritual energy within the body; the tortoise shell in hand begins to slowly heat up and crack, displaying a web-like pattern of fissures. A faint aura of fate then ripples through the air, permeating every corner of the room.

Ancient sorcery—divination

Beautiful

Mu Feng once again took up his pen, inscribing the four large characters 'Hurricane Over the Ridge' with a vigorous and dynamic style, the force of his brush penetrating the paper.

Under the nourishment of the blood beads, the damaged meridians are gradually being repaired. Unfortunately, the two major meridians, Shaoyin and Shaoyang, which are crucial, have not shown significant improvement, making it impossible to achieve a complete restoration in one go. Each time spiritual energy circulates through these two meridians, it immediately becomes sluggish, resulting in a prolonged inability to break through the final layer of constraint

Using the internal spiritual energy as the foundation, and the life essence as the guide, one can predict a person's future and destiny through the study of texts.

In a few months, it will be time to take the entrance examination. Unfortunately, being eliminated would mean reaching the end of the path of studying literature. At that time, I cannot even imagine how disappointed my mother, who has always had high hopes for me, would be. If I manage to pass, I will proceed to the Xiangshan Academy in Jiangling Prefecture for further study, in order to qualify for the provincial examination.

Bones are strengthening, power is surging, blood is burning

The hard turtle shell has developed cracks resembling a spider's web, yet there is a distinct horizontal line in the middle that neatly divides the shell into two halves, as if it has been sliced through.

Mu Qingyuan, who bullies others with his power and is arrogant in his success, will definitely not last long; no matter how great the forces behind him are, he is destined to perish by his own hand

If it can be said that previously one had the strength of an ox, now one possesses the strength equivalent to that of two mighty bulls, having increased by a full measure.

Who knows? If I knew, I wouldn't have come to look for you!

After the hurricane passes, only the grass remains!

Mu Feng's gaze was resolute, his eyes flashing with a glimmer of cold light. Although there was some regret, the increasingly powerful strength allowed him to see a glimmer of hope for redemption.

To Mu Qingzhu's first question, Mu Feng smiled and remained silent. After setting aside the brush, he slowly said: "I have never been to the seaside, but not having been there does not mean I do not know what it is like. A man is a mountain, is the sea, the vast ocean, resides in my heart"

With the wind at his back, he gathered his strength and exerted all his effort to stir the spiritual energy within him

With a resounding crow of the rooster, the *illustration* had no choice but to reluctantly conclude its work and stand up, looking up to see a line of fish-belly white appearing on the horizon

I don't know

Mu Feng performed an arcane ancient sorcery, seeking to predict the future and avert misfortune. After a brief wait for the tortoise shell to cool down, he looked down at the cracks on its surface, and his expression changed dramatically

Cultivation, only by breaking through the bottleneck before setting off for Jiangling and officially stepping into the threshold of cultivation, can one's status within the family be elevated, and my mother's life be secured! The stronger the power, the greater the assurance!

The wind blows at varying speeds, and as the brush touches the paper, it seems to possess a divine inspiration. Soon, a powerful and vigorous ink wash landscape painting leaps onto the paper. The deep darkness contrasts sharply with a glimmer of light on the horizon, the fierce hurricane stands in stark contrast to the delicate grass, creating a vivid and intense juxtaposition! At a cursory glance, it appears exquisitely lively, but upon closer inspection, a profound sense of shock comes rushing forth!

As long as I successfully break through to the early stage of the Mortal Realm, or even reach a higher level, no matter how ruthless or insidious Mu Qingyuan may be, he would not dare to harm my mother. At the very least, after the breakthrough, I will be able to exempt myself from the impending tribute and directly shatter Mu Qingyuan's schemes, so that my mother will not have to worry and spend her days in tears.

Hurricane Over the Ridge

However, the journey to Jiangling City is a thousand miles away, my mother's health is deteriorating, and with a bully taking advantage of his power, how can I feel at ease to travel far?

The strength of two oxen

Is the requirement for hiring still so high?

It is truly regrettable that such a great opportunity could not be seized. I cannot help but wonder what kind of serious illness hetushu.com experienced back then, to have caused such extensive damage to its meridians

In Mu Feng's heart, he once again recalled his mother's admonition

Mu Feng shook his head and smiled, pondering slightly before dipping his brush in ink and beginning to draw

The rigid are easily broken, much like a tall century-old tree; only the humble grass that clings closely to the ground can safely weather one storm after another

Standing tall and firm, one dies only after fulfilling one's duty; there has never been a great sorcerer who lived in humiliation. There were none in the past, there are none now, and there will be none in the future

Mu Feng silently expressed regret, letting out a sigh

Recalling the insidious and despicable Mu Qingyuan, Mu Feng's expression darkened

However, on that high hill, where even the century-old trees have been uprooted, there lies a patch of lush grass. Although weak and insignificant compared to the century-old trees, it clings tenaciously to the ground. It endures the wind and rain, and withstands the roar of hurricanes

Brother Mufeng, Mufeng, come out

After taking a deep breath, Mufeng let out a thunderous roar, and his abdomen immediately began to rumble, producing a series of deep, muffled bellowing sounds. Compared to before, there was an additional faint sound of thunder, as if bolts of lightning were exploding within his belly. Every muscle in his body was filled with explosive power; when he threw a punch, even before his fist got close, it generated a sharp sonic boom.

Mu Qingzhu shook her head, extended her delicate, almost boneless little hand, and after adding some water, she gently began to grind. Before long, a rich fragrance of ink wafted from the small inkstone. Tilting her head, she said, "Hmm, I don't want colors that are too light or those from books, and I don't want anything too ordinary either. It should be fresher, more novel, preferably something like the sea."

Outside the door, a crisp sound suddenly rang out. Following that, a girl of about twelve or thirteen burst in like a gust of wind, bringing with her a refreshing fragrance.

The playful young girl, Mu Qingzhu, before me is the most beloved granddaughter of the family head and also the family member he holds in the highest regard within the vast Mu residence. Over the years, on every festive occasion, she has brought him some novel little gifts.

"Look, the red lantern, I made it myself, isn't it beautiful?" Mu Qingzhu took out the small lantern hidden behind her back and hung it high on the wall. "Legend has it that if a red lantern is hung in the house during the Lantern Festival, the family will have a prosperous and safe year. Brother Mufeng, let me help you grind the ink and paint a picture. Among so many people in the Mu family, your calligraphy and paintings are the best!"

Great misfortune

I dislike it; you scholars speak in such an unclear manner! However, Brother Mufeng, with your talent, I am certain that you will undoubtedly become the foremost literati of our Tongtian Dynasty in the future!" Mu Qingzhu stuck out her tongue, made a funny face, quickly rolled up the painting, and skipped away, eager to show it off to her companions.

Men are mountains, men are seas

Mu Feng smiled. Today is the annual Lantern Festival, and everywhere is adorned with lanterns and decorations. Upon seeing the small wooden stick behind the girl, he immediately understood what was happening, but chose not to reveal it.

"You want to take it and deceive others, claiming that you painted it, right?" Mu Feng smiled, not declining, as he pulled out a chair and sat down. "Go ahead, what do you want to paint?"

Hurricane Pass Map

To not avenge a grudge is not the behavior of a gentleman, Mu Qingyuan, be a little more arrogant, a little more insidious, a little more despicable, your good days are numbered

Mu Feng's gaze was resolute as he quickly found the simplest and most effective solution

Mu Qingzhu let out an exclamation of admiration. At such a young age, what she saw was merely the surface resemblance of the landscape painting, without further perceiving the artistic conception of the calligraphy. "Brother Mufeng, please inscribe a few words on it."

Time, only four days remain

Mu Qingzhu spoke slowly, blinking her beautiful big eyes, a perfect beauty in the making. When she grows up, she will surely be a stunning beauty that captivates the world. She then said, "Sigh, I don't understand, Mu Feng Gege, why are your inscriptions so profound? Also, have you been to the seaside? How can you draw it so vividly and beautifully?"

Mu Feng did not believe in evil, so he took out a new turtle shell and tried again. It was still the same; the crack in the middle was even more pronounced, indicating great misfortune. After several attempts, the results were all identical

In the pitch-black dawn, an endless darkness envelops the earth, with only a faint hint of fish-belly white appearing on the distant horizon. By the boundless sea, a tall hill stands, facing the howling hurricane head-on. Numerous century-old trees are snapped in half or even uprooted, as the fierce hurricane whips up sand and stones, creating towering waves.

Watching her carefree silhouette, Mu Feng smiled gently, pondered for a moment, and took out a piece of tortoise shell from his bosom

Thunderous sound for forging iron bones, forging bones is not thunderous sound