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Chapter 81: Plan: Paper Diamond

With Hu Jin involved, anything could be possible, and no matter the danger, the grandpa in the ring would save him. Sadly, I did not have that privilege. So, I had to plan things through and take some countermeasures.

In this case, the worst-case scenario was that someone was leading these monstrous beasts. Usually, disciples already had enough difficulty defending the towns, and it was not unheard of for them to fail. But with the beasts being somewhat organized, we were all in for a painful death.

But despite everything, I was not in the worst-case scenario.

Because if there was really some kind of Beast King, it meant they wanted to take over the local area. Which also belonged to the Sect. When it came to these kinds of things, if the Beast King was even somewhat bright, a preemptive strike against the Blazing Sun Sect was vital.

Cultivators might fight and argue against each other, like children in a kindergarten who do not want to share a toy. They were still likely to band together against a common enemy.

But this was also looking at it from a human perspective, and how this was moved forward would depend on how this Beast King saw things. Uniting against a common enemy was not usually seen in monstrous beasts.

"Are you suggesting that a monstrous beast was leading cross-species of other monstrous beasts?" Song Song asked.

"Yes," I answered.

Both Song Song and I knew that monstrous beasts could have a leader. It usually was something like a wolf pack, with its wolf leader. But a wolf-type monstrous beast would never lead a horse-type monstrous beast.

"I understand why you seem so worried about this," Song Song said, and she rubbed her chin. "You haven't led me wrong so far, and despite how hard to believe your words are, I will believe them. But since we are already so far from the Sect, it would be useless to return, and I doubt they would listen to me, much less you, about some Beast King."

Well, I didn't want to return to the Sect, as attacks could already be happening. At least, if the Beast King was smart enough, he should have stealthily surrounded the Sect. 

That was what I would do in his place, and make sure to kill anyone coming in as a messenger so nobody was any wiser about what was happening outside. Assuming he didn't know about communication artifacts, he had no way of knowing since he was a monstrous beast.

"Also, your theory makes sense on paper. You could also be overthinking this and trying to humanize monstrous beasts. There was no need for one to understand the other. I doubt even humans would be interested in understanding how a pig's brain worked before it was about to be turned into pork." Song Song smiled, almost like a proud parent or, in this case, an older sibling. "You have an active imagination, sometimes allowing you to think outside the box and create techniques no one thought of before. But sometimes your ideas can end up coming off as too wild. Yet, we will prepare, and if you have any plans, don't be afraid to come and suggest them to me."

"Well, I have no idea for now. I was hoping you had something in mind," I shrugged, trying to devise a plan. 

"You can only connect the dots looking backward, not forward," Song Song said.

Okay, that sounded quite wise, and it was something Song Song would never come up with. 

"Where did you get that from?"

"From a book," she answered honestly. "While I can let you handle the managing side of things, a leader must at least be a good speaker. So, I memorized some good quotes and when to say them. It gives the illusion of the leader being wise, and with you working behind the scenes, that illusion becomes a reality." 

Song Song was surprisingly honest and not insecure about what she lacked. I should learn more from her. 

There was nothing I could do about the incoming threat, and during these times, I usually panicked for a bit. Which served no purpose and did not solve the problem at all. 

Instead, I sat down, took out a small brush and a book, and began writing down everything about the tree-like monstrous beasts while the memory was still fresh. 

But while I was writing, Song Song was staring at me, which made it a bit uncomfortable. 

After a dozen minutes of me writing and her staring, I turned toward Song Song and asked, "Don't you have anything better to do? Like reassuring the group that everything will be okay and acting like you're sad due to the losses." 

"They will take care of that on their own," she waved off my worries. "I'm just recalling how you didn't refute my claims that you would be my second in command and work behind the scenes. Despite a couple of nobodies dying, I'm in quite a good mood right now. I knew that eventually you would come around and accept my leadership." 

She was joking with that last part, but every joke had a hint of truth. If I let her say that I was under her command enough, sooner or later, someone like her would just declare it. 

"Well, thanks for reminding me then. The answer is still solid; no," I smiled. Also, you really should be trying to gain the trust of your team." 

"They're a half-hearted team of people who want something from me. In my eyes, they're all losers and easily replaceable. If they die, I can find someone else to take their place; it isn't hard to find greedy people," she yawned before looking at me and smiling mischievously. "No offense to your cousins, of course." 

"None taken. But to be clear, I also want something from you. I wanted your protection; that's the only reason I'm even here," I clarified. 

"It's different. They don't have the context of our relationship," Song Song said. 

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Since when did the antisocial murderhobo girl become so knowledgeable about friendship and all that? 

"Also, isn't your cousin one of those so-called useless people?" 

"Yes, so what? If Sia dies, there are plenty like her. How many young girls do you think my clan has? A lot more than you think, just in case anyone needed a marriage alliance," Song Song chuckled as if recalling a joke only she knew about. 

Song Song's clan was related to the Blazing Sun Immortal. This meant they all had a better chance of being born talented than the average dude. Yet, it was more of a miss than a hit when it came to inherited cultivation talent. But still much better than the average person. 

For example, even the Liu Clan had more mortal members than Cultivators. That was why someone like my grandpa only had me as a cultivator in his branch of the family tree. Though he was more of a misfortunate case. 

Song Song kept staring at the rest of the team and said, "Anyway, what do you think we should do with this sorry lot?" 

"Hmm?" I tilted my head, confused.

"I mean, the team is injured. It's not like the injured ones would be any good on the front lines. There's also that spy still hiding, and I doubt they died in this attack. Additionally, what are we going to do to prepare for that theory of yours? We can't act like it doesn't exist," Song Song explained.

"You're the leader," I dodged all responsibility and put it in her hands.

"You're the strategist," she refuted.

"Unofficial strategist. I barely have any experience."

"Still, a strategist. When you're sick, you'd still want a doctor rather than no doctor, even if they might not be the best one," Song Song refuted.

Wow, okay. Song had gotten better at verbal sparring, retorts, and joking. Fighting wasn't the only thing she was talented at.

Song Song might actually make a good leader—that was something I never thought I would say. Sadly, if she couldn't control those impulses, she would still have difficulty appealing to anyone, especially with how she treated people who approached her with ulterior motives.

Despite our banter, my mind was moving to figure out anything that would help us in this situation. I recalled how everything was supposed to go; we would separate into five teams and manage six towns. Since Song Song was quite a big shot, she had a larger territory to manage.

This could also be one of the tests for her as the possible next Sect Leader. But for now, I was not worried about that, as a plan slowly began forming in my head.

The injured needed time to recuperate and someone to look after them. At the same time, we had to keep the forces fresh and...

"Usually, around six inner disciples are there in each town to protect it, with the help of a governor and any other clans that reside within the town, right?" I inquired.

"Yes."

I picked up a stick and began drawing on the wet dirt. "From the maps you have shown me so far, it seems like the five towns we have to look after form a diamond shape with another town in the middle," I said, drawing a rough four-pointed diamond. "We surround the town in the middle and can use that to our advantage."

"I see..." she nodded. "We don't need so many people in the middle town since we can have others protecting it. Few beasts will get past the other towns' defenses and come to our own."

"Nope," I shook my head. "Quite the opposite, actually. I want all but four of us to be in the middle of town."

"What?" She looked at me, confused.

"The bulk of the team will be in the middle town, while four people you trust will each be managing one of the other towns. You will be the one with all the power at hand, and if needed, you will also be a backup for each of us when we need it. As for the injured, they will also get the rest they need in the middle town," I said.

Though that one guy was missing an arm, no amount of resting would fix that.

Song Song rubbed her chin and nodded, "Yes, I can see this working. Also, there's no chance the traitor will have the opportunity to convince five others to join her cause by whispering honeyed words into their ears."

That was a legitimate worry. One person was dangerous enough, but getting six Qi Gathering cultivators was dangerous even to Song Song. However, the chances of that happening were low with someone like Song Song, as no one would easily fold and betray the scary person. They all knew how she was, and they wouldn't even dream of an easy death in that case.

Sometimes, it was quite useful to be feared.

"Well, I already know who I'm going to put in charge of the Northern Town," she looked straight at me.

I frowned, "Many will protest the decision to put a mere Body Tempering Cultivator in charge."

"If they question my decision, then I will deal with them," Song Song stated matter-of-factly, and any other excuse died in my throat. "Anyway, congratulations. Don't worry too much. I will keep an eye on you and be the first to come to your aid in case something happens."

Her decision had already been made, but I couldn't help but ask, "Why me?"

I was not necessarily the best choice for this.

"Because I trust you to handle the town well and deal with some problematic issues there. You're the perfect guy for this, and I trust you with it," she clarified.

Ultimately, Song had to choose some people she trusted to manage the surrounding towns. Sadly, there were not many people she trusted in general, so she ended up putting those she trusted the most in charge.

In the East would be Liu Qian.

In the South, it was her cousin Song Sia. She was tending to the wounded with a worried look on her face.

In the West, it was someone Song Song suspected would betray her. Ye An was put in charge.

"Why her?" I asked.

"Well, despite trying to hide it from me, Ye An has recovered her cultivation, and she makes a good meat shield," she revealed. 

What? So fast! 

I knew Ye An would probably eventually recover her cultivation, but this was too fast. Had she had some fortuitous encounter I knew nothing about? Or perhaps her strange Spirit Roots had a role in this. 

No, there was no time to worry about it at a time like this. 

"I researched this area, and the West Town is usually the one with the most dangerous monstrous beasts," Song Song nodded and looked quite proud of that choice.

Of course, the one on the central island was going to Song Song, and she would be there with all her members. Anyone who had a chance of betraying her would be within arm's reach, both literally and figuratively.

Hopefully, her paranoia didn't skyrocket; otherwise, all the people going with her would end up as corpses by the next time we met.

"Enough talking about this; now is the time for action. I will escort you and the rest of the new town leaders to your destinations and make sure none of you die on the way there," Song Song declared.

...

Days later, just as she had promised, we stood in front of a tall, dark wall with marble-colored gates, one with a crimson flag on one side and a green flag on the other.

Chapter 82: Petty Rivalries and How To Solve Them

I couldn't help but stare at the white marble gate; they were giant and looked big enough to fit a large truck, though that was widely useless since there were no trucks in this world. 

Nevertheless, with their size, the gate was undoubtedly heavy—something that even a dozen humans would have difficulty opening and closing. 

Heavy gates might sound like a good idea against an enemy, but it wasn't that practical when the enemy was close, and you were closing your gates at a snail's pace. 

Either the higher echelons in this town were stupid, which was doubtful since if that were the case, they would have perished long ago in the Beast Waves, and the city would have fallen. So, the more likely scenario meant they had people strong enough to easily open and close these doors.

The governor would not do such menial work, nor would anyone in high standing. So that meant only one thing: Cultivator Clans in this city assigned guards who were cultivators themselves.

I glanced at Song Song, but she didn't turn to meet my gaze. She just stared at the top of the wall where some archers had drawn their bows and pointed at us.

"Welp, you're on your own from here on out. I would have given you more information about this town. Still, it isn't like I have ever been here before myself," Song Song said before turning around and walking away. She waved at me and added, "My teacher said that this would probably be the safest place when the Beast Waves come. But there are some internal conflicts; I'm sure you can handle those."

Just like that, she went away and left me behind with some guards who now looked more at ease, though they were still nervous and had their bows pointed at me.

It was useless since their bows did not seem special in any way. I could probably catch those arrows mid-air. They would have difficulty puncturing my skin with mundane weapons even if I couldn't.

"As you saw, I'm here with the Blazing Sun Sect group. Can you let me in?" I asked.

The guards atop the wall did not answer, and I couldn't help but swear under my breath.

I knew we were tight on time, but Song Song could have spared some time to clarify everything and let me in. At least I didn't have to worry about Song Song already causing trouble with the people I would work with to protect this town. So that was a positive, at least.

Without anyone saying anything, the door made a loud clicking sound, and the giant white marble gates began opening. A loud screeching sound rang out as the marble scratched against the stone, and the doors opened inward.

On the other side of the door were a handful of cultivators. Some wore red uniforms, and others wore green. They all had veins bulging along their arms, and their eyes were bloodshot from the strain they had endured as they used all the power they could muster to open the doors.

Each of them was only at the Body Tempering level. However, they still had difficulty opening the door. Even monstrous beasts would have a hard time getting through the gate. 

But while the Body Tempering Cultivators were working hard to open the door, a man in his late fifties stood at the front of the open door. 

He was tall and stood straight for someone his age. His hair was almost entirely gray, except for a few strands of dark hair here and there. The old guy wore a pearly-white robe, and its cleanliness and material showed that he held quite a high standing to wear something of that quality.

"Welcome to Whitewall Town, honorable cultivator," the old man clasped his palm and fist in respect and bowed slightly.

I reciprocated his gesture and began acting as a cultivator. Since I was still just a Body Tempering Cultivator, I had to play my part and at least show some basic respect. "Thank you for having me."

Usually, I would be more casual with people, but this was not the time or place to act like that. 

"The governor was notified of your arrival and sent me to make sure you would be here as soon as possible," said the old man.

This was an indirect way of saying that the governor summoned me. But technically, I outranked the governor purely due to being from the Blazing Sun Sect. While the Sect might have appointed the governor here, he was technically not a part of the Sect any longer.

"Lead the way," I smiled politely.

The man nodded and turned around, walking at a respectful pace. About a dozen guards wearing white armor covered in silver surrounded us, acting as our security.

The stony road we walked through was clean and looked newly built. Many other things stood out, too, like the lack of trash or manure on the streets, which was usually unsurprising in this middle-aged level of society.

Whitewall Town lived up to its name. The buildings were all made of a blinding white limestone. I could almost see my own reflection on the many walls.

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In contrast, the people mostly wore yellow clothes, and the officials and others stood out like sore thumbs. But despite its weird costumes, many good things about the town stood out when compared to many others. The merchants did not scream in my face to buy something, and the roads were passable. However, that might also be because I was surrounded by scary-looking men in armor.

The people in armor looked as dazzling as everything else in the town. They did not seem to be cultivators like the guys who opened the gate, which begged the question of how the political scene was in a place like this.

Some shops had red-colored themes, while others had green themes. Clearly, there must be some kind of clan rivalry happening here. Otherwise, there would be no need for shops to needlessly display their allegiance. That was just asking the customers from the other side not to visit.

Still, despite the underlying scene, armored guards like the ones escorting me were walking about in two-person patrols, and the town seemed relatively peaceful.

Though if my guesses were correct, and I hadn't just assumed some dumb shit, then it was only a matter of time before these two clans started a bloodbath against each other. It was just how things were in this world, and every clan had that one psycho who just wanted to see the world burn. Usually, those types of people fit in with the rest of society in my last world since there was not much they could do against the masses. But here, where personal power was achievable at a level where one could impose one's ideals onto others, those personalities were let loose.

As we walked more, we approached an expansive mansion, but nothing extraordinary. There were fences around the mansion, but in general, the place looked like something easily accessible by the average Body Tempering Cultivator. It was clear that the governor did not take security very seriously.

Another thing about this world was that usually those in power also had high cultivation. So security for themselves was kind of useless, though they might have guards for their spouses or children.

As we approached the front gate of the mansion, the gates opened by themselves—kind of like an automatic electric gate. However, something like this was only achievable by using arrays or inscriptions.

The servants working in the garden looked at me, and just like the townspeople, they seemed cautious but not afraid of a cultivator.

As we were about to walk in, the old guy who had escorted me here said, "By the way, sorry about the archers pointing their bows at you. The two clans who live in this town have a sort of rivalry going on. Still, the clans do their duties and cooperate in things like guard duty. That is why none of the archers wanted to be the first to drop their bows in front of someone from the rival clan next to them."

That was comically ridiculous.

As we walked into the mansion, it was well-lit with many candles, and the windows were big enough to allow plenty of light in. However, the place felt empty, with only a handful of servants around.

With every step we took, the sound of our shoes touching the ground and ringing through the house was constant.

There was a large staircase with a red carpet, resembling something from one of those restaurants where the bride walks down. Despite the extravagance on display, the place also had a rustic and simple feeling.

We walked up without saying anything at first, and then I asked, "How did the rivalry even start?"

"Well, they are two clans that live in the same town. There are bound to be some vendettas," the old guy sighed and shook his head. "Though the real cause that made everything escalate was when each of the Clan Leaders' sons competed in a yearly tournament, and one of them crippled the other's cultivation."

That sounded like everyday cultivation bullshit to me.

Though I couldn't see what they were all so butthurt about. After all, this was an easily fixable issue. If these clans were connected by marriage, there would be no conflict for a generation or two.

Sure, it was kind of barbaric as the groom and bride might not like each other. But it was better than hundreds of people dying in a petty rivalry.

My arranged marriage was something like this. 

At the time, the Liu Clan had a rival clan, and they started mending their relationship by arranging a marriage. Then, the other clan extended that trust by having my little fiancée visit me when we were young, strengthening the trust between clans when she was safely returned to her clan after her visit.

Now, my fiancée's clan was one of the big supporters of the Liu Clan.

But just as I thought that and walking through the hallways, along the way to wherever the governor was in this mansion, there was a large circular window that gave a view of the whole city, and from there, I could see the thousands of people walking about.

Managing and leading a team of two dozen people was very different from managing a whole town with thousands of inhabitants. It felt like one of those situations where the incompetent son of a rich CEO takes over after his father. I was wholly unprepared and knew nothing about things like these.

I did not linger long near the window as we finally reached a large door. Two servants opened it and bowed toward me, while the guy who had escorted me also stepped by the side and said, "From now on, only you can continue."

"Thanks for the trip," I smiled politely and nodded toward the servants before walking in.

The doors behind me slammed shut as soon as I walked in, almost making me flinch.

The room was extravagant, with a long table that could fit at least twenty people. At the end of the table was a burly man in his fifties. He had a well-combed head of hair slicked back, and a scar ran along his face from the top of his forehead to his nose. Then, it deviated and touched the corner of his lips. But despite his intimidating look, his expensive-looking silk robe showed that he was a man of status and not a brute.

So this was the governor of this town…

He motioned with his hand and signaled me to sit down. I sat opposite him and looked down at the table, which contained a plate of soup, two plates of steak, and other foodstuffs. The steak and soup still felt hot, so they could not have been made too long ago.

"The Sect seems to be looking down on me, sending just a Body Tempering Cultivator here," the governor growled. "Even that lass, Song Song, saw it prudent not to save me face. She came to my front gates and didn't even come to greet me."

I fucking knew something like this was going to happen!

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I observed the old man, who appeared to be in his fifties. Based on the Qi around him, it felt like he was in the upper stages of Qi Gathering, somewhere around the peak, no doubt. Song Song had sent me here for a reason, and I doubted it was to handle some displeased local politicians.

As I opened my mouth to speak, the governor interrupted me, "If you even try to order me around, I'm going to smash you over the head. There's no way some brat will ever order me around!"

At first glance, this guy sounded quite hot-headed. But I had been around reckless people before, and he did not have that fire in his words that was often hard to fake. No doubt, he was stuck at the peak of Qi Gathering, and at his age, there was little hope he would advance any further in his cultivation.

But that wasn't all. The old governor's calloused hands, rough skin around his arms, and everything else about his musculature and scars showed that he practiced fist or palm techniques. Also, becoming governor was a job for those who couldn't reach Foundation Establishment after half a century of their life.

Most Qi Gathering Cultivators were never able to reach Foundation Establishment. One would think that the Sect would run out of cities to give, but it was quite the opposite. Instead, they didn't have a lot of Qi Gathering Cultivators to fill the demand. Towns in the Blazing Sun Sect's territory often did not have a cultivator governor.

This clearly showed how much influence the Blazing Sun Sect had and how large their territory was. Also, Qi Gathering cultivators were rare to the broader population. There were times when, even in a city with tens of thousands of people, there would not be even one Qi Gathering Cultivator.

Anyway, the governor was understandably not pleased by being treated like nothing more than a convenient chess piece by Song Song. But despite that, nothing else suggested that the old governor was reckless.

But no matter how reasonable his anger might have been, I couldn't take it lying down because I was already dismissed by merely being a Body Tempering Cultivator. If I didn't show my backbone, everyone here would walk over me.

Nonetheless, I did not have the personal power to act arrogantly.

"Then, if you have made up your mind, you should also prepare a coffin," I blatantly threatened him.

I made my threats clear first so none of my orders would be so easily dismissed in the future.

I would have apologized to him if the world worked on pure intentions and honesty. But apologizing, more often than not, would not help someone when dealing with cultivators, which was quite a sad thing in and of itself.

"You're threatening me, boy?" The governor stood up and slammed his fist on the table, causing the solid wood structure to crack, with cracks spreading all around it and the soup on the plates spilling onto the table, dripping to the ground. But despite all that, I kept staring at the old governor in the eyes.

If growing up with siblings who always argued had taught me anything, it was that insults should be followed by compliments to heal a broken ego. Then again, my brother never had the power to slap me to death. So, who could say...

"Me personally? I'm not threatening you; I'm just stating facts," I said, leaning back in the chair. "I'm nowhere near strong enough to be a deterrent to someone like you. But I know the perfect deterrent, and her name is Song Song. What do you think she would do if she even caught a hint of insubordination from you?"

There was no change in the old governor's scowling expression, but at least he was no longer screaming at me. It was pretty nerve-wracking when someone so overwhelmingly stronger screamed at me.

"I know I'm only a Body Tempering Cultivator and was the weakest in a group of twenty. You were expecting six Qi Gathering disciples, but instead, you got me," I thought my following words carefully and contemplated what should not be mentioned here. 

I had yet to learn where this old governor's loyalties lay. "Though I know very little about Song Song's plans, she apparently planned to do the same with most other cities, adding only one defender in their midst. She undoubtedly left me here since the governor must be the strongest compared to the others from nearby towns, and despite me being weak, your power would balance that out somewhat."

The governor did not seem pleased, but at least he stopped yelling and stopped banging his fist on the table.

There was a small scratching sound coming from my wooden backpack, which I had forgotten to remove despite its size. So I removed it and put it beside me while Speedy popped his head out and looked at me.

"While inner disciples come over from the Sect and usually take over leadership, the Sect considers this as a way to teach them-"

"Usually, it is five or six inner disciples, and they're all Qi Gathering Cultivators," he pointed out.

I didn't get angry; instead, I just smiled, "Yeah, that number can even overthrow the governor. So it isn't like he has much of a choice when it comes to giving up his power."

He narrowed his eyes at that and looked like he would get angry again. But just like he had done to me, I interrupted him before he could speak.

"It would be foolish of me if I didn't listen to your advice, considering your many years of experience handling something like this," I said, offering a way for us to still end this on good terms.

I really did mean that. I was not arrogant enough to think I knew more about Beast Waves than a veteran. 

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Even if I read more books, it could not hold a candle to his experience. Reading about how to shoot a gun did not make anyone a sniper.

The old governor did not look pleased with what I was doing. He sighed. But in the end, he was rational and nodded.

"Fine, you brat. But I will take you down if you are stupid or arrogant. If Song Song thinks anything is wrong with that, then I will have a word with her teacher," the old governor said, folding his arms and looking at me with an intense gaze.

"Thank you," I smiled and eased up. "Since we are in a meeting anyway, how about we discuss any other problems plaguing this place?"

"Everything is good, except for the annoying rivalry between the Lu and Hong Clans; the city's defenses are perfect," he reported, glancing at his food. The old governor snorted, seemingly having lost his appetite.

However, it was still better than nothing. I just had to keep the old guy talking and not thinking about anything too significant.

"Do you think this rivalry is bad enough that it will influence the defenses of the city?" I carefully inquired, trying to read the old governor's expression and discover whether he had any deep connections with either clan.

"Probably not," he stated, showing no favoritism to either side.

Probably?—That did not sound promising.

No matter what, I would never allow some arrogant young master to put my life on the line.

But thoughts and actions were different, and I had yet to decide what kind of image I wanted these people to see me as.

In this case, following what my heart desired was not an option. What I really wanted was to lock myself in a library and read all day long.

Well, when in Rome...

"Since we are already here, do you think you can arrange a meeting with both of the Clan Leaders of these Lu and Hong Clans?" I asked.

"Yes, I am sure they would be willing to meet with our new leader," the old governor said, clenching his jaw muscles.

Despite how I had threatened him, he clearly did not respect me enough as a leader. But I did not need him to respect me; I just needed him to fear the consequences of not following my orders. It wasn't like I planned to rule this place for the rest of my life; just a few months was enough.

The old governor snapped his fingers, and immediately the door I came in through opened, and the guy who had escorted me here hurried in.

He went close to the governor and bowed, "How can I help you, Lord Governor?"

"Go and notify the Hong and Lu Clans that we have a guest in our city and that they should come and meet him," the old governor said.

"Yes, Lord Governor, I shall do so immediately," the guy raised his head. Then he rushed out in a fast-walking style and closed the door behind him.

The governor leaned back in his chair, his calloused hand scratching the scar on his face as he stared me in the eyes. "So, how did an outer disciple like you end up here? You guys are usually more expendable and sent toward towns without cultivators."

"It's a long story," I said, glancing at the delicious-looking food and wondering if it was poisoned.

Probably very low, and now he was even less likely to poison me, especially since he seemed to know Song Song quite well.

"Well, we have all the time in the world. Trust me, those trashy Clan Leaders will take an unnecessarily long time to prepare. They're like women," the old governor snorted.

"We met during the last part of the acceptance exam."

"Were you a participant?"

"No, just helping as an obstacle for the newcomers," I shook my head. "How about you? How did someone like you know about Song Song?"

"Who doesn't know about the crazy girl," he stated, looking toward one of the windows with a melancholic gaze. "Actually, her teacher and I used to work together when we were younger. Though she was always kind, she helped everyone. Even had a bad habit of giving people candy; it unnerved many since they thought the treats were poisoned."

He chuckled and seemed happy recalling the past. But his face soon turned into a frown, and he said, "I will never understand how Xing Ju ended up with a disciple like Song Song. Why would she take someone like that in? I know Xing Ju; she would never compromise her morals just to get a talented disciple."

Well, it seemed like there was some history there, and with nothing better to do, I asked him, "Really?"

By my calculations, Song Song's teacher and this guy should not have been in an era when her teacher was the same age as him. Because they were Core Formation Cultivators, they had a lifespan of about half a millennia.

So when this guy was young, Song Song's teacher should still have been old. At least a couple of centuries old or more. Whatever he was saying made little sense.

"Was the cultivation world different back then?" I asked, leaning back in the chair and getting ready to listen.

"No, not that much. Though the youngsters were more respectable, and we never threatened our elders," the old governor gave me a pointed glare, but his glare relaxed soon after that, and he continued. "However, there used to be another clan the size of the Blazing Sun Sect. In comparison, it was a younger clan than the Blazing Sun Sect. But it fell sooner; often, the old outlived the young regarding these things."

"Huh? What was the name of the destroyed Sect?" I inquired, now curious how a Sect like the Blazing Sun Sect got destroyed.

"Purple Cloud Sect," he answered. "They were quite vicious in their takeover, and their growth was fast. Many assumed that it would grow even larger than the Blazing Sun Sect. But unfortunately for them, a quick growth like that is bound to leave behind some unsolved grudges."

"Was that what got them destroyed? Some revenge plot?" I inquired, now quite curious about how a Sect that size went under.

"Part of it. But they destroyed the Clan of some young man who at the time was unnamed. It wasn't like they hadn't done this many times before, but they messed with the wrong guy this time. As his cultivation skyrocketed within less than a decade, that helpless young man whose cultivation was crushed ended up becoming a peak Nascent Soul Cultivator and destroyed the Purple Cloud Sect," the old governor chuckled, rubbing his chin. "Some say that the guy went into hiding and became an immortal; some say he was already an immortal when he attacked and had likely assassinated the Purple Cloud Immortal, and that was why he didn't appear in the battle. Though by now, most believe the young hero died of his injuries after the battle."

That was quite an interesting story, and it had a chilling similarity to something I had come to somewhat understand. How this avenger's tale went mirrored Hu Jin's in many ways.

Could it be that he was another Heaven's Favorite before Hu Jin?

Suddenly, the doors to the room opened, breaking my contemplative thoughts.

"Lord Governor, the Lu and Hong Clan Leaders are here," declared a servant, and two men walked in.

Well, it was about time I began acting like a cultivator...

Chapter 84: Fixing Problems The Xianxia Way

The two newcomers were notably younger than the governors and retained a full head of black hair. One of them sported short hair and possessed a stockier build with a square jaw, donned in a striking red robe. Meanwhile, the other cut a tall, thin figure, resembling a stereotypical cultivator with his long hair tied in a ponytail, clad in a green robe. 

In stark contrast to the old governor's aged and weathered appearance, these individuals exuded youth, and the trappings of a life lived in luxury. 

"Allow me to introduce the two individuals who oversee a significant portion of this quiet and somber town," the old governor reclined in his chair, gesturing towards the newcomers. "The shorter gentleman is Lu Peng, the leader of the Lu Clan. And on the opposite end, we have Hong Guanyu, the leader of the Hong Clan." 

He then redirected his attention towards me, continuing, "Clan Leaders, this young man here hails from the Blazing Sun Sect. His name is… What was it again?" 

"Liu Feng," I promptly supplied. 

Though it bordered on rudeness to refer to the Lu Clan Leader's stature in such a manner, he displayed no outward signs of displeasure. Nevertheless, it presented an opportunity to create a rift between the old governor and these two figures. At least, they didn't seem inclined to resort to assassination and concealment of my body. 

Meeting new people in this world set me on edge, anticipating their intentions. But as the saying goes, more harm befell those who were careless than those who were paranoid. 

Unlike the old governor, I rose to my feet and respectfully clasped my fist and palm toward the two Clan Leaders. However, I refrained from bowing my head as we remained on equal footing, and they showed no inclination towards such formalities. "It is an honor to meet both of you. I've heard much about your clans during my journey here. I hope to glean valuable knowledge from you esteemed seniors." 

"Indeed, we are honored to welcome a member of the Blazing Sun Sect," remarked the Hong Clan Leader, reciprocating my gesture with a similar one. 

The other, Lu Po, merely grunted in acknowledgment, appearing to prefer being anywhere else but here. 

"One of my nephews also attempted to join the Blazing Sun Sect. He was a prodigy, achieving five-star Body Tempering at the tender age of fifteen. Unfortunately, he met his demise during the final stages of the examination," shared the Hong Clan Leader, seemingly more willing to engage in conversation than his counterpart, who observed us silently. 

"I offer my condolences for your loss. I understand that this year's exams were particularly perilous, especially with the appearance of that monstrous beast," I replied cautiously, ensuring to keep the details vague. I wasn't sure how much of the exam's events the Blazing Sun Sect made public. 

"We can only accept fate and carry on," sighed the Hong Clan Leader, shaking his head. "Sometimes, the heavens claim those who possess too much talent, keeping them for themselves." 

According to him, his nephew's reaching five-star Body Tempering at the age of fifteen was impressive. However, it was nothing special in the Blazing Sun Sect, and he had a good chance of failing the exam altogether. 

Moreover, it was possible that his nephew had simply utilized abundant resources to boost his power. Progressing fast during the Body-Tempering realm didn't necessarily correlate with cultivation talent; it was merely about training the body and preparing it for Qi. Technically, anyone could become a Body-Tempering Cultivator. 

"I am sure he is in a better place now, and hopefully, his murderer receives retribution from the heavens themselves," I said, carefully observing the Hong Clan Head's face. 

I, too, have taken lives, and if this was an elaborate ploy for revenge against me, the Hong Clan Head was mistaken if he thought I'd be an easy target. But despite my scrutiny, there was no sign of betraying his emotions. 

However, people were adept at concealing their feelings. I had heard in my previous life that those who committed suicide often appeared happy and were the life of the party before their tragic act. 

"Anyway, we are all here together and on the same side," I smiled. "I would appreciate it if we could work together and set aside our differences. Undoubtedly, you have more experience in handling Beast Waves than I do. But it was the Sect's decision to put me in charge. Just to be clear, I will take your suggestions and advice seriously." 

Consciously or not, I was merely speaking platitudes, pretending as if I had the option to ignore their counsel. In such situations, one must acknowledge the superiority of the master. It was akin to a lesson I learned in my previous life, where those who outshone their managers often faced termination. It was a lesson I had fortunately learned without personal detriment, observing it in others. Never attempt to surpass the master, lest you become the nail that gets hammered down. 

Scheming like this took a lot of work. I'd much rather read in the quiet of the library than engage in these mind games with egocentric individuals. 

The Hong Clan Leader chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder, "You don't have to be so modest, young man. While we may possess more knowledge, the younger generation holds greater potential. You may learn from us, but it's up to you to carry those lessons forward, just as we did with our forefathers." 

The Lu Clan Leader also nodded and grunted, "Indeed, as a member of the Blazing Sun Sect, you have more potential than us despite being an outer disciple." 

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Surprisingly, I didn't have to resort to threats using Song Song's name. There may be another way to navigate this situation. 

So much for my plan of threatening them with Song Song culling their bloodlines if they didn't comply. Frankly, I never fancied that plan anyway. It usually just brewed more resentment. 

The Hong Clan Leader's smile widened, resembling how someone looks at their favorite nephew. "Since you'll spend some time in Whitewall City, the Hong Clan would be honored to have you. I have a smart daughter who knows the city like the back of her pale-skinned hand. She can show you around." 

What? 

The Lu Clan Leader frowned and approached before my mind could process and decipher what I'd just heard. "You're also welcome at the Lu Clan, where you can practice martial arts. I have some nieces who can show you the town much better than some Hong Clan spoiled young lady." 

"What did you call my daughter?" The Hong Clan Head frowned, locking gazes with his fellow clan leader. 

But I paid no attention to their quarrel as my mind was elsewhere. 

Throughout this whole time, I'd been anticipating something adverse to occur, expecting the clan leaders to oppose me tooth and nail, shutting down any decision I might make. 

Have I spent too much time around Song Song? Has her antisocial mindset infected mine? 

"I've already prepared a special compound for the newcomer," the governor said as he intervened between the two clan heads, who seemed poised to start a scuffle. 

Though they still appeared irritated with each other, the tension had dissipated somewhat. They both turned toward me, awaiting my decision. 

Technically, the choice remained mine, and I could defy the governor. But I chose not to. 

"Thank you for the kind offer, governor," I nodded, pretending not to notice their expectant looks and maintaining the façade of an innocent youth. 

Despite the verbal clash the governor and I had, there was no reason to let words cloud my judgment. 

While it was flattering that the clans were eager to win me over, receiving the young master treatment felt pleasant occasionally. 

However, I stood to gain more by aligning with neither clan than by choosing one and making the other my enemy. Not to mention the extreme scenario where the clan I rejected might resort to assassination rather than let their rival gain a member from the Blazing Sun Sect. 

"I will personally escort you to your new residence," the old governor stated sternly. It must be his default mug because he didn't say what he said to me when the clan leaders weren't present. 

It seemed he wished to conceal any conflict between us from the clan leaders. 

Ah, I was beginning to grasp the town's dynamics. 

Now, how could I leverage this to my advantage? 

As the governor led the way, with me at his side, the two clan leaders silently trailed behind us. We walked outside his mansion and then into the story roads, with the marble buildings around us, as a wave of bodyguards surrounded us without the governor needing to say anything. 

... 

The governor swiftly guided us through town with a dozen armored guards, ensuring our uninterrupted passage. Some people stared, while others whispered among themselves. Yet, despite our celebrity-like status, no one dared make a loud noise with us so close. 

It was evident that certain unspoken rules applied to the common folk when cultivators were nearby. Undoubtedly, some unpleasant experiences had taught them this the hard way. 

My new residence was less of a house and more like a grand mansion. It exuded an ancient Chinese aesthetic, with curved roofs and intricate details. Positioned at the town's corner, where few ventured, it was surrounded by a sturdy wooden fence supported by rocks and white cement. 

Two additional guards stood sentinel at the mansion's gates, bowing their heads as we approached. 

The governor reciprocated the gesture before leading us onto the mansion grounds. A pond teeming with fish adorned one corner, while a miniature shelter in the opposite corner housed a chessboard. 

"I've assigned those two guards at the gate to follow your commands. If you need anything, simply instruct them. They can fetch food or guide you to the finest eateries if you wish to explore the city," the governor explained. 

His words highlighted the mansion's emptiness despite its grandeur. 

"I'll arrange for a personal chef! I know some of the finest cooks in town," the Hong Clan Leader interjected eagerly. 

However, the governor seemed to interpret it differently, his expression darkening. He turned to the clan leaders, stating, "Then you must trust those chefs implicitly. You must also trust the ingredient suppliers and servants who will attend to Liu Feng. Should anything happen to him under your care, the Blazing Sun Sect would not hesitate to make an example of anyone found responsible... they would decimate the Hong Clan." 

The Hong Clan Leader's friendly smile faltered, a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek. He retreated with an uncomfortable laugh, "My apologies. Should you need anything else, send one of your guards to the Hong Clan, and we will attend to you." 

"Well, we'll leave you to settle into your new home," the governor announced, shooting a pointed glare at the clan leaders, prompting them to depart. 

"Apologies, Liu Feng. Duty calls," the Hong Clan Leader lamented before leaving. 

The Lu Clan Leader offered a nod before taking his leave as well. 

As soon as they exited the mansion grounds, I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. 

"How vexing. Ironically, I felt more at ease with Song Song around," I grumbled under my breath. "Even Ye An is better company than this." 

I stepped into my new abode, greeted by impeccable cleanliness—not a trace of dust, not even above the door frames. As I explored the mansion, its emptiness became apparent, as if no one had inhabited it for years. 

Undoubtedly, this was the old governor's way of absolving himself of responsibility should anything untoward occur. 

Nevertheless, I found solace in this solitude. 

Secluded in this remote location, with minimal noise and no distractions, it was an ideal setting for a breakthrough. 

Previously, I had been content to delay, lacking the drive to hasten such matters. But now, the situation had changed. The need to actively seek a breakthrough had become pressing. 

Setting down my wooden backpack, I smiled at Speedy as he peeked out, surveying our new surroundings. 

As I gently placed my wooden backpack on the floor, I couldn't help but smile at Speedy, who poked his head out, his eyes wide with curiosity. 

"This is our new home, little buddy. What do you think?" I asked, affectionately rubbing his head. 

Now, how does one actively pursue a breakthrough? Both of my previous near-breakthroughs had occurred by chance. 

Fortunately, I possessed a wealth of knowledge on how to approach such a task.

Chapter 85: An Old Governor's Tales

Mao Shaoqi had served as the governor of Whitewall City for nearly a decade. When he first assumed office, Whitewall was merely a medium-sized town, though some still referred to it as such out of habit. In truth, it had burgeoned into a bustling city, especially during the summer months when merchants flooded its streets. 

Since his arrival, he had relentlessly poured his energy into the town's growth, undeterred by the presence of two rival cultivator clans. Mao Shaoqi's unwavering determination and tireless efforts transformed Whitewall from a modest settlement into a city that even the prestigious Blazing Sun Sect deemed worthy of protection despite its local cultivators and defensive measures. 

However, this year, the Sect's decision took a surprising turn. Instead of dispatching seasoned Inner Disciples proficient in Earth Grade Techniques, they had assigned a relatively unknown Outer Disciple to Whitewall. The unexpectedness of this decision left a bitter taste in Mao Shaoqi's mouth, yet he had no choice but to accept it. 

As he reclined in his office chair, his mind drifted to the newcomer, his feet resting on the table. 

Closing his eyes, memories flooded back—particularly one that had led him to this remote post. 

Having once served under a core elder in the Blazing Sun Sect, Mao Shaoqi's advancement had seemed assured. Despite his modest talents, he had hoped to attain the rank of Outer Elder and even reach Foundation Establishment. Yet, his ambitions were derailed by a seemingly young girl, only at the Body Tempering stage. 

Involuntarily, Mao Shaoqi's hand drifted to the scar on his face, the pain still fresh despite the years that had passed. He had believed he'd moved past the humiliation of that episode, but life had a way of surprising him. 

A young girl, merely ten years old, had somehow inflicted injury upon a Qi Gathering Cultivator—an incident so humiliating that Mao Shaoqi could never face his colleagues again. He had been banished to the middle of nowhere to spare his faction from disgrace. 

The culprit behind his scar was none other than Song Song. She was born into privilege and possessed talent, beauty, martial instincts, and a prestigious lineage. With abundant teachers and resources at her disposal, she lacked for nothing. 

In his folly, or perhaps arrogance, Mao Shaoqi had deemed himself capable of instructing Song Song, given their similar training backgrounds. However, his attempt at discipline resulted in his face being slashed. 

Now, after many years, his assailant found herself in charge of managing his city. Despite his apprehension about facing her again, she deemed him unworthy of even a greeting, treating him as a nobody. 

The realization fueled Mao Shaoqi's rage, triggering a surge of malevolent Qi that propelled the table before him into the wall, shattering the expensive wood. His nervousness gave way to anger at Song Song's dismissal of him. 

Did she even recall what she had done to him? Mao Shaoqi began to doubt. 

He had eagerly pursued every rumor about Song Song despite no longer being part of the Sect. He was well-acquainted, though not surprised she ended up as a ruthless murderer. However, her recent behavior confounded him. 

Standing, he effortlessly restored the fallen table to its place, but his gaze was drawn to the shattered window behind his desk. 

"Damn it, I let my emotions get the better of me," Mao Shaoqi muttered under his breath. 

Despite his authority as governor and substantial wealth, Mao Shaoqi was reluctant to squander his citizens' hard-earned money. 

Tax revenue wasn't found on the roadside, after all. Especially during beast waves, those funds could be better utilized to fortify the city's defenses or support families affected by the conflict, preventing desperation from driving people to future crime. 

Gradually regaining his composure, Mao Shaoqi took a deep breath. "I'm a different person now. The people of this city have relied on me as their protector for years. I am their benevolent guardian. I can't betray their trust... and glass is too volatile." 

With his temper subsiding, Mao Shaoqi could now rationally contemplate the situation. 

Reflecting on Song Song's character, he concluded she was cruel enough to relish demonstrating her power over him. While some individuals became malevolent due to life's circumstances, Mao Shaoqi believed there were inherently evil people like Song Song. 

But why hadn't she just come and mocked him like he had expected her to do?—He wondered. 

Suddenly, another figure crossed his mind—one he had previously overlooked. It was the youth Song Song had sent to Whitewall City, perhaps as a token member of her group. Given the youth's status as a Body Tempering Cultivator, Mao Shaoqi surmised he was likely deemed the least valuable member. 

"Ah, I unjustly lashed out at the boy. We're both victims of that psychopath," Mao Shaoqi murmured. He recognized the goodness in the youth and couldn't help but see his younger self reflected in him from a certain perspective. 

Song Song had undoubtedly anticipated Mao Shaoqi's anger towards Liu Feng, knowing their history. But Mao Shaoqi had evolved, no longer the man he once was. He saw Liu Feng for who he truly was and, in many ways, saw a reflection of his own past self in him. 

It may be time to bridge the gap with the young Liu Feng. Lingering animosity served no purpose, especially amidst the already simmering tensions between the city's clan leaders. 

Although Liu Feng had shown no outward hostility, Mao Shaoqi couldn't discount the possibility of hidden animosity. Despite his youth, Liu Feng might possess a level of emotional control beyond his years—stranger things had occurred in Mao Shaoqi's long life. So he didn't question it that much. 

Exiting his office, Mao Shaoqi was met with silent salutes from the guards stationed outside—a gesture he found comforting. While he could have hired Body Tempering Cultivators from the city's clans, he preferred the loyalty and affordability of mortal guards. 

Moreover, by recruiting guards from the city's rougher districts, Mao Shaoqi had effectively suppressed criminal activity at its core. However, he acknowledged the covert collaboration between certain criminals and the clans. 

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As he navigated the hallways and descended the stairs to the ground floor, Mao Shaoqi received respectful greetings from his servants despite not sharing close relationships with many of them. They were hardworking individuals who understood the value of respect. 

"Good morning, Lord Governor." 

"I hope you have a good day, Lord Governor." 

Each greeting reaffirmed his belief in the importance of diligence and respect among the city's populace. 

Stepping outside, the warmth of the winter sun contrasted with the itchiness of his old injury. It was an unusually warm day for the season. 

As he passed through the gates, two guards followed him without needing instruction. They understood their duties, just as Mao Shaoqi understood his. 

If it wasn't for the aid of the Hong and Lu Clans during the Beast Waves, Mao Shaoqi would have eagerly sought to rid Whitewall City of their parasitic presence. Throughout the year, these clans relentlessly drained the city's resources to fuel their cultivation pursuits, depriving the hardworking populace of their rightful wealth. 

Mao Shaoqi couldn't help but ponder how prosperous Whitewall City could have been without the voracious greed of its two dominant clans. Instead of enriching the city, the wealth extracted by the clans often lined the coffers of the Blazing Sun Sect, the region's sole provider of cultivation resources. 

Upon arriving at the compound assigned to Liu Feng, Mao Shaoqi was met by two guards who quickly relayed a report. 

"Sir, we were just about to inform you. The Lu and Hong Clans have sent servants for the guests." 

Mao Shaoqi's frown deepened, the suppressed displeasure within him threatening to surface. With a deliberate breath, he calmed himself, recognizing that yielding to anger now would only exacerbate the situation. 

Normally composed, Mao Shaoqi's emotions had been stirred by the mere thought of Song Song's visit the previous day. He reminded himself of the need to embody the rational, logical governor he had become. Personal emotions had no place in governance; his duty was to serve the people of Whitewall City. 

To him, Whitewall City was akin to a child, and every resident—regardless of status—was his responsibility. 

"Did these servants happen to be female?" Mao Shaoqi inquired. 

"Yes, sir." 

As anticipated, the clans sought to exploit Liu Feng's vulnerability with female allure. While Liu Feng might be unremarkable in the Blazing Sun Sect, he was a prodigious talent in Whitewall City—a fact not lost on those seeking to manipulate him. 

"When did those girls arrive?" Mao Shaoqi inquired calmly, his mind racing to anticipate potential scenarios. 

"This morning, sir," the guard responded. 

Not as dire as he had initially feared. The Clan Leaders likely deliberated overnight before sending their daughters and nieces in the morning. If Liu Feng hadn't acted impulsively, they could resolve this matter discreetly. 

Without further delay, Mao Shaoqi entered the mansion. However, what greeted him momentarily halted his steps. 

Liu Feng was crouched beside the pond, accompanied by two young girls—one his age and the other younger—clad in the colors of their respective clans. 

The girls giggled at a jest from Liu Feng, who wore a genuine smile. Yet, years of political acumen allowed Mao Shaoqi to discern when someone was merely playing a part. 

"Did you rest well after your journey, Liu Feng?" Mao Shaoqi spoke aloud, striding toward the trio with his hands clasped behind his back. 

Though the girls visibly flinched at his approach, Liu Feng's smile remained unwavering as he turned to face the governor. "Yes, thank you for your hospitality. Whitewall Town has been exceedingly welcoming and gracious." 

Mao Shaoqi felt a twinge of annoyance at the term 'Whitewall Town,' implying a lesser status. 

Nevertheless, he quelled the irritation. Liu Feng was simply unaware of the city's transformation, a fact he would soon come to appreciate. After all, Whitewall City had evolved into one of the region's strongest cities. 

"Excuse me, ladies, but I must speak with the governor," Liu Feng interjected politely. 

The girls, appearing bashful, averted their gaze and offered a slight bow to Liu Feng before departing, seemingly lost in thought. In their distraction, they forgot to pay their respects to the governor as they withdrew. 

Were they meant to charm him or be charmed themselves? The question lingered as they disappeared. 

"Don't hold it against them, governor," Liu Feng interjected as if foreseeing Mao Shaoqi's thoughts. "They're just young kids trying to earn their parents' approval. It was actually refreshing to talk with normal teenagers for once. In the Blazing Sun Sect, kids their age are usually messed up in the head. That's not how children should behave." 

"You do realize they were attempting to seduce you, don't you?" Mao Shaoqi clarified, ensuring Liu Feng understood the gravity of the situation. 

"Honestly, I'd prefer this over peers trying to take my head off," Liu Feng shrugged nonchalantly. 

What an unusual youngster... 

"I was planning to ask you anyway, but could you stay here under the guise of discussing matters and guard me for an hour or two?" Liu Feng's request came out of nowhere. 

"Why?" Mao Shaoqi frowned, considering the pressing matters awaiting his attention amidst the impending Monster Wave. Without a compelling reason, he would have to decline the request; his people needed him during such critical times. 

"Oh, I'm going to attempt a breakthrough. I studied some notes last night and made the necessary preparations," Liu Feng explained casually as if discussing the weather. 

Mao Shaoqi's plans and discussions for the day instantly evaporated. While breaking through from Body Tempering to Qi Gathering wasn't as perilous as later stages, it was still a challenging milestone many struggled to overcome for years. 

Despite their brief acquaintance, the level of trust Liu Feng placed in him was remarkable. Or reckless... a bit of both, perhaps. 

"Very well, just let me know where you'll be attempting the breakthrough," the governor acquiesced. 

"Right here," Liu Feng settled onto the grass beside the pond. "Even if someone manages to conceal their presence from your Qi senses, this location offers enough visibility to see intruders." 

Why would someone skilled enough to conceal their presence target Liu Feng? Mao Shaoqi pondered. As far as he knew, the boy was unremarkable. Perhaps he had some hidden background, but if so, Song Song wouldn't have abandoned him. Then again, Song Song wasn't known for her logical decisions. 

"Go ahead, kid," the governor shrugged, allowing Liu Feng to proceed with his breakthrough attempt. 

Liu Feng nodded, muttering under his breath as a purple barrier formed around him. 

An Array Conjurer? Mao Shaoqi's interest piqued. Such talent at a young age was rare. That was why Song Song brought him along; he had his own unique abilities. 

Mao Shaoqi couldn't hear Liu Feng's breath despite his chest moving. The silencing array likely helped him concentrate. 

Not expecting much from the attempt, Mao Shaoqi watched as Liu Feng's Qi surged. Doubts about the boy's ability vanished as a tornado of Qi engulfed him. 

Impressed, Mao Shaoqi's eyes widened as Liu Feng's breath grew shallow, and he opened his eyes. A burst of Qi erupted from his body, cracking the silencing array. 

A new Qi Gathering Cultivator typically struggled to control their Qi, akin to mastering a new limb or sense. It often took months to adjust, with their senses overwhelmed by the newfound perception of Qi. 

In an instant, the unruly Qi calmed, settling under his control with the finesse of a veteran. Liu Feng's mastery became evident. Soon, his Qi was so well-suppressed that Mao Shaoqi had to concentrate to sense it at all. 

The notion that Liu Feng had somehow faked his breakthrough and had been a Qi Gathering Cultivator all along briefly crossed Mao Shaoqi's mind. However, he dismissed the thought as nonsensical; such actions had no logical benefit. 

At that moment, Mao Shaoqi realized he had misjudged Song Song's motives for leaving Liu Feng behind. 

She hadn't deemed him useless; instead, she had likely wanted to keep another monstrous individual like herself at a distance! 

A surge of pure, unbridled rage blossomed within Mao Shaoqi. An emotion he had abandoned long ago woke once again. The key to revenge lay right in front of him!

Chapter 86: Incompetent or Mastermind?

Breaking through was much easier than I anticipated.

To transition from Body Tempering to Qi Gathering, one simply needed to release all the Qi in their body in a powerful burst, akin to how I unleashed killing intent. Then, they had to halt that Qi from escaping their body. Eventually, the body should acclimate to its presence, instinctively drawing it in, thus completing the final step toward preparation for Qi. Subsequently, the Qi Gathering Cultivator would gain the ability to perceive Qi, control it, and manage other related aspects.

The breakthrough to Qi Gathering depended significantly on the quantity of one's spirit roots. These roots facilitated Qi production, regeneration, control, and other related functions.

In my case, I was already so close to Qi Gathering that the typically arduous process, where the Body Tempering Cultivator had to contain their Qi within their body for hours, was unnecessary.

It came as a surprise to me as well, although in many aspects, I should have anticipated it. I could already sense Qi and even harbored Song Song's foreign Qi within me. Moreover, I had almost broken through twice before, purely by accident.

There were numerous methods for breaking through to Qi Gathering, and the one I employed involved forcefully dismantling the barrier, or in my case, the thin sheet separating me from the breakthrough. Nonetheless, I wished the breakthrough could have been more natural, allowing me to savor the experience.

Nonetheless, this wasn't entirely unfavorable. Instead of experiencing a natural breakthrough, I could document the journey as someone who forcefully broke through. While it might be considered the less exciting route, I would need to encounter someone in the future who broke through naturally to compare. As far as I knew, there were no significant drawbacks, but I still desired confirmation. It was regrettable that regression of cultivation without damaging one's spirit roots was impossible.

My fingers itched to record these discoveries while fresh in my mind. However, with the governor present, it wasn't the most opportune time to indulge my scholarly inclinations.

Instead, I smiled and nodded as if this had all been part of my plan. "Thank you for your help, governor. It seems like the breakthrough went smoother than expected."

Turning toward him, I found the old governor lost in thought. His gaze fixed on me with an unreadable glint, and he smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"You're a good kid, Liu Feng. Keep doing what you're doing, and perhaps you could even become a Core Disciple," he remarked before turning away, smiling. However, as he neared the gate, he halted and glanced back at me one last time. "If you ever need any help, don't hesitate to come and ask me for anything!"

As he departed, I watched his retreating figure, unable to suppress a frown.

A tingling sensation behind my eyes accompanied a misty aura enveloping me, gradually solidifying into a transparent-like mucus.

But this sensation paled compared to the sight of the golden vine extending from the stem of my brain, trailing along my spine, and terminating at my lower back. It resembled a lengthy worm with peculiar outwardly extended legs.

Counting them carefully, I noted it had fifty-three legs.

This was my spirit root, now easily perceptible since attaining Qi Gathering. It served as the sole organ responsible for my cultivation from this point forward.

Even in idle moments, I could feel a subtle suction force emanating from the spirit root, absorbing minute amounts of Qi from the surrounding environment. Through a meticulous process, it would then replenish my Qi. It functioned like a filter, converting external Qi into my own energy, thereby averting harm to my body.

"This is fascinating," I murmured, a smile gracing my lips as the tingling sensation behind my eyes subsided, and I adjusted to my newfound vision. With concentration, I could discern various misty auras surrounding me. 

This experience transcended anything I had previously experienced and could not be described in simple words. It was like trying to explain to a blind man what red looked like. 

Taking a deep breath and concentrating, I sensed warmth moving beneath my skin, coalescing into my right fist. Simply clenching my hand imbued me with the power behind it. However, I refrained from expending too much Qi, wary of overwhelming my fist's capacity.

The process was sluggish, akin to waiting for tea to boil. Nonetheless, I endeavored to spread that warmth throughout my body, gradually feeling an unprecedented surge of power coursing through me.

Before long, an unnatural fatigue draped over my body, prompting me to cease reinforcing my body with Qi and instead focus on catching my breath.

This underscored just how formidable Song Song was in manipulating her Qi. For her, it seemed effortless, whereas it felt akin to pushing a heavy cart for me. Though theoretically possible, transferring all my Qi from one part of my body to another while transitioning from offense to defense seemed daunting, requiring extraordinary reflexes even for seasoned cultivators.

Yet, despite the challenges, a vast new realm had opened up before me. I was filled with a burning desire to experiment with constructing arrays using my own Qi and to refine my martial arts with Qi augmentation.

Gazing at the morning sun, I couldn't help but smile.

I had ample time for training, and the day brimmed with potential. Moreover, I possessed over a dozen spirit stones to expedite my Qi recovery.

"Let's go, Speedy," I called out to the little companion trotting across the grass toward the pond. "We're embarking on a brand new journey."

However, my words fell on deaf ears as the little creature approached the pond, a morsel of bread clutched in its mouth. Upon reaching the water's edge, it refrained from entering and simply tossed the bread into the pond.

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Immediately, the fish swarmed around the food. Speedy's neck moved at astonishing speeds without hesitation as he seized one of the fish with his mouth. With a swift crunch, he crushed the sardine-sized fish between his jaws, devouring the meat and pulverizing the bones casually.

Each chew echoed with splattering blood, the fish's head tumbling to the ground. By the end of his feast, Speedy sported blood around his mouth, turning toward me with blood still dripping down his chin onto the verdant grass.

What the actual fuck?

...

A day had passed since my breakthrough and Speedy's bizarre episode. While it was customary for an animal to act in such a manner, witnessing it firsthand felt unsettling. Moreover, I had never realized turtles could be so aggressive. Then again, he was a xianxia world turtle, so who knew how closely he resembled real turtles.

Taking a deep breath while outside the mansion, the clean air entered my lungs, and I could feel every process in my body. A cultivator had an almost superhuman degree of control over their bodies. 

If I wanted to, I could stop my heart from beating. Though I wasn't going to try experiments like that, even though I was confident I should be able to restart it. 

With those thoughts in mind, I began practicing. 

I moved my fists so swiftly that they blurred; whiplash crack echoed with each move I made, and the rush of wind pushed my hair back.

Facing my former self from just two days ago, I could now defeat him with a single punch. It was frustrating how vast the gap between major stages could be.

I halted my training as I sensed someone approaching. Turning toward the source, I found the old governor's scarred visage oddly softened by a friendly expression.

"Liu Feng, apologies for interrupting your training, but there are reports of monstrous beasts nearing the city walls. Would you be interested in seeing them?" he inquired.

His demeanor had grown warmer since my breakthrough. However, it felt disconcerting how people's attitudes shifted now that I had achieved this milestone. Undoubtedly, this behavior would continue in the Sect. In contrast, a Qi Gathering disciple under twenty was eligible to enter the inner Sect.

"Yes," I simply replied, mustering a somewhat forced smile.

The old governor seemed to be orchestrating something, and his demeanor suggested that I played a significant role in his plans. If my suspicions were valid, I might be a significant pawn in his schemes.

Walking alongside him, we made our way out with minimal exchange, merely nodding to the guards.

"So, how are you adjusting to your newfound powers? When I reached Qi Gathering in my youth, it felt as though my entire perspective had shifted," the governor remarked.

"Yes, I've had a similar experience," I replied, keeping my response vague.

It would have been more enjoyable to test my abilities within the Sect, where I could afford to exhaust myself and experiment. However, here in this setting, there were few opportunities for experimentation, especially since it would require depleting my Qi. I harbored a curiosity about the rate of Qi regeneration and the efficacy of Spirit Stones, but such inquiries would have to wait.

"As long as you remain dedicated to your training, I have no doubt you will achieve great heights. When talent is coupled with hard work, the realm of possibility expands exponentially," he offered, the words drifting into silence as we continued walking.

Then, after a brief pause, he added, "If you don't mind me asking, how many spirit roots do you possess?"

Ah, so that was his aim all along. 

However, such a question was rather impolite in the world of cultivation. Talents often dictated one's worth, and revealing a lack thereof could undermine one's standing.

"I am content with my level of talent," I replied, divulging nothing about the specifics.

Had this inquiry come from someone within the Sect, I might have been inclined to answer truthfully. However, in this context, adopting a more guarded approach was crucial. The governor evidently saw potential in me, affording me some latitude. I doubted he had the means to conduct a thorough background check amidst the chaos of war.

"Good," he nodded, a slight twitch forming at the corner of his lips, almost hinting at a smile. "I'm aware of your association with Song Song…"

What was he insinuating here? Was he referring to the rumors circulating within the Sect about her and me being romantically involved or some other nonsense?

Did he have informants within the Sect? That was a perilous game he was playing. Despite his current status as an outsider, if the Blazing Sun Sect caught wind of his activities, it would likely result in severe repercussions for him. Yet, I refrained from addressing the matter directly and instead opted for a more cautious response. "There's nothing noteworthy between us. She's my team leader, and I'm just one of her many followers."

The old man should not be surprised by my vagueness. However, if he had spies, they might discern the underlying context.

"I may not appear as more than a provincial governor of an obscure city," he continued, the words "obscure city" uttered with apparent difficulty. "But I have connections within the Sect, and they have divulged some intriguing information. I understand that you and Song Song are adversaries in all but name."

Upon hearing this, my thoughts screeched to a halt, leaving me momentarily stunned.

What was he talking about?

I scrutinized his expression, searching for any indication of jest or insincerity.

Spies? No, it seemed more plausible that this poor man had been scammed, ripped off, and bamboozled. It appeared that even in this world, the elderly were susceptible to scams.

Even Yang Cho, with his penchant for gossip, seemed to possess more reliable information than whatever purported spies this man claimed to have. I was inclined to believe that he had no spies and was merely fabricating stories to bolster his image of sagacity.

Despite his assumption, the likelihood of this man having spies was slim to none. Even if he did, they would have at least reported the rumors circulating within the Sect. So either his spies were grossly incompetent, taking his money without risking their necks on a task like spying on one of the most powerful Sects, or he had no spies. Personally, I was more inclined to believe the latter.

Despite this, I saw no reason to correct him. Why stop an opponent from making a mistake?

"Sure…" I responded cautiously, contemplating my following words carefully. "What do you intend to do with that information?"

"Nothing, just wanted to inform you," the governor replied with a smile, a knowing glint in his eyes as though he had just imparted some profound revelation.

What game was he playing here?

Nevertheless, more pressing matters were at hand as we reached the walls. I ceased pondering whether the governor was a mastermind or merely inept. After all, he couldn't be entirely incompetent if he had been entrusted with governing a town... Then again, it wasn't as though governors were chosen for anything other than their cultivation prowess.

We climbed atop the walls and surveyed the vast grasslands and the distant forest just outside the town. Since attaining Qi Gathering, my vision had improved, allowing me to discern some monstrous beasts concealed within the trees. Though too distant to discern their exact forms, their presence felt ominous, as if they were not merely stragglers but rather observers.

Wait, were these creatures scouts?

A shiver ran down my spine.

Chapter 87: The Protagonist's Day

Hu Jin stared at the plate of food before him while the outer disciples around him rambled on various topics. He had never considered it before, but the simple act of being able to eat whenever he wanted was a privilege he hadn't fully appreciated until now.

Just a couple of days ago, he had been imprisoned by an inner elder for allegedly crippling the cultivation of his disciple's brother. It was a conundrum, a sticky situation that had led to him being treated horribly, forced to subsist on just one meal a day. With those memories fresh in his mind, he focused on savoring the plain bowl of rice and meat before him; though unseasoned and lacking the flavors of the meals he once enjoyed as a talented member of the Hu Clan, this simple fare felt strangely satisfying, like the best meal he'd had in a long time.

"Please stop acting like a wimp," a deep, elderly voice chided, emanating from the coin in his pocket.

"Shut up, old man," Hu Jin grumbled in response. "What would a ghost know about good food? That damn prison was starving me."

Hu Jin was certain he would have perished in that cell if not for a just Core Elder whom he had befriended. Even now, his clenched fist betrayed the anger still simmering within him at the memory of his ordeal. Grateful to the Core Elder for his rescue, Hu Jin nursed revenge plans against those who had wronged him.

His gaze hardened at thinking about what he intended to do to those people. They had initiated the conflict and then resorted to underhanded tactics to falsely accuse him.

"You better start cooling down. People are starting to notice you. If you keep this up, someone might throw a punch to earn favor with those who put you in that cell," the old man warned, his voice echoing from the coin.

As always, the old man's advice proved wise, and Hu Jin had learned the consequences of drawing undue attention to himself the hard way. In this world, the nail that stuck out the most was often hammered down. So, for now, he had to bide his time.

He knew he just had to wait a bit longer. Hu Jin would have his reckoning once he regained his former talent and soared to heights he had never reached before. He would prove wrong all those who had belittled, mocked and mistreated him.

The breakfast no longer held that somber taste as he ate, quickly finishing his meal. Afterward, he walked out, keeping his head down as he passed through the dusting of snow, avoiding conversation with anyone. Even the old man in the coin remained silent for once.

Descending the stairs, the wet snow melted beneath his feet, and he glanced toward the library tower in the distance. He couldn't help but notice that his teacher's usual insistence against visiting the library had lessened, and the librarian's scrutiny had diminished slightly. However, his master had warned him sternly against stealing from the library again, cautioning him of potential drastic consequences should the librarian decide to retaliate.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Hu Jin redirected his steps toward the market. Despite the winter chill thinning the crowds, some vendors and buyers still braved the cold. Yet, as he navigated the stalls and shops, he couldn't shake off his growing annoyance.

Most merchants boasted only blades or inscribed armor in their shops, their claims of wild defensive abilities easily debunked by his master.

"Why is everyone selling so many damn weapons?" Hu Jin grumbled.

"Winter is known as the season of war, and in my younger days, it also used to be known as the season of survival," said the old master, his voice tinged with reminiscence. "Back then, humanity faced genuine threats from Monstrous Beasts. We were one bad horde away from extinction as a species."

"Really?" Hu Jin's anger momentarily gave way to curiosity. His master didn't often share personal stories. "Were the cultivators weaker back then?"

"No, quite the opposite, actually. Though sects nowadays are more organized, back then, some no-name Nascent Soul Cultivator established the Blazing Sun Sect. It wouldn't become the powerhouse it is today until the Blazing Sun Immortal achieved immortality."

It was fascinating to have someone with such intimate knowledge of history at hand. Still, Hu Jin was more interested in his master's life than the broader history of the Blazing Sun Sect.

"Finally," Hu Jin muttered as he spotted a shop selling alchemy ingredients.

After purchasing what he needed, he swiftly left the market, the ingredients disappearing from his hand and being stored inside the coin where his master resided. Walking around with expensive alchemical ingredients in plain sight wasn't safe.

Venturing into the cold, leafless forest, he found a secluded spot where he could practice in peace, free from interruptions.

"Master, have you checked if anyone is around?" Hu Jin asked.

"Yes, no one is around, don't worry," his master reassured him. "It's a shame you don't have the brains or talent to learn some arrays. Then you wouldn't have to rely on me so much for these things. My limited awakeness puts you in danger for the rest of the day."

Ever since he had used his power to defeat that serpent, his master had struggled to stay awake for extended periods, revealing the toll that encounter had taken on him.

With a swift motion of his hand, an Alchemical Cauldron transformed into a small furnace, its silver cover adorned with intricate golden inscriptions. A vibrant crimson-red flame emanated from within, casting an eerie glow and sending out a chill that permeated the surroundings.

Hu Jin had never questioned how his master possessed such an artifact. But whatever material it was crafted from, it exuded a distinctly ominous aura, prompting him to avoid using it in the presence of others.

As the snow melted and steam rose from the ground, Hu Jin felt the cold dissipate, replaced by an uncomfortable heat. Despite the discomfort, he persevered, gritting his teeth as beads of sweat formed on his brow.

With another gesture, he retrieved the herbs, monstrous beast cores, and other ingredients he had purchased, carefully adding them to the furnace and attempting to control the flames. However, his inability to sense or manipulate Qi made the task challenging. Yet, with his master's guidance, they managed to prevent the fire from spiraling out of control.

This process continued until eight misshapen crimson-red pills formed within the furnace, which his master extracted using Qi. Though they were of poor quality compared to market-standard pills, they were a testament to Hu Jin's progress in alchemy despite less than a year of practice.

"You're making good progress for someone with less than a year of experience in alchemy," his old master complimented him. "You could be considered a Tier 1 Alchemist, albeit barely. Alchemy has a steep learning curve and typically requires one to be at least a Qi Gathering Cultivator to advance further."

Hu Jin smiled, appreciating the rare compliment from his master. "It's all thanks to having a skilled teacher like you."

"Then again, I mastered the basics in under two months when I was eight. So you aren't that special either, but still better than nothing," the old man sighed, his smugness evident despite remaining confined to the coin.

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"Asshole," Hu Jin grumbled under his breath.

Despite hearing him loud and clear, the old fossil didn't dignify his remark with a response, instead saying, "Anyway, take these pills and get back to training. Someone with your lousy talent can't afford to mess around."

Though their exchanges were often laced with backhanded remarks, Hu Jin complied, popping one of the pills into his mouth. The bitter taste made him want to spit it out, but he forced himself to swallow. What followed was even worse—a burning sensation spread through his body, turning his skin red and causing veins to bulge.

A Body Strengthening Pill was notoriously difficult to stomach, and Hu Jin knew the modern versions should taste better. However, his master only knew ancient recipes, and attempts to recreate modern versions had failed due to their inability to accurately describe the taste.

Thus, they had no choice but to endure the unpleasantness to make the most of their limited spirit stones.

Hu Jin prayed the pills wouldn't have unforeseen side effects like hair loss. But the searing pain coursing through his veins felt akin to being injected with molten lava.

...

Hu Jin lay on the warm ground a full day later, his body still radiating heat from the intense training. The snowfall around him melted upon contact with his heated skin, leaving a solitary snowflake to melt on his cheek.

Despite the exhaustion and pounding headache, Hu Jin knew this was necessary. Consuming all the pills in one go would have normally been disastrous. Still, his master's healing herbs had prevented the worst outcomes.

"At least you broke through to seven-star Body Tempering," remarked his master, acknowledging Hu Jin's progress.

Hu Jin couldn't discern if those were meant to be encouraging words to help him endure the pain, but if they were, they fell short.

"It feels like every muscle in my body has been torn apart," Hu Jin groaned, wincing as even the slightest movement sent waves of agony through his limbs.

"Well, because they have," the old master stated matter-of-factly. "We have to take shortcuts if you want to be strong enough to defeat that fiancée of yours in two years. She might be many things, but she is undeniably talented."

The mere mention of his former fiancée, who had broken off their engagement, ignited a blaze of hatred within Hu Jin. All thoughts of pain were overshadowed by the burning desire to overcome her and the disgrace she had brought upon him and his family.

His fingers twitched involuntarily, sending fresh waves of pain rippling through his body. Hu Jin fought back tears, forcing himself to endure.

The image of his ex-fiancée, her cruel smile etched in his memory, fueled his determination. Even the forest seemed to respond to his intensity, the melted snow expanding around him.

"I'm ready to continue our training!" Hu Jin declared, his voice trembling with pain and resolve.

His progress had been remarkable, thanks to the guidance of his master, propelling him to seven stars of Body Tempering in an astonishingly short time.

"Ow! This hurts like hell!" Hu Jin growled, tears streaming down his cheeks and his nose running. He felt utterly pathetic, but he pressed on. "Training here instead of the usual grounds was a good call. I may not say it often, but you've managed our resources exceptionally well, master."

Suddenly, a misty aura emerged from Hu Jin's pocket, gradually taking the form of an old man with a long white beard and silver hair. His golden-yellow eyes, slit like a snake's, bore into Hu Jin with an intense gaze.

Despite being nothing more than a ghostly presence, the old master's appearance never failed to send a chill down Hu Jin's spine. He looked imposing, and Hu Jin was accustomed to feeling intimidated whenever he appeared.

However, despite his intimidating demeanor, the old master wore a smile on his face. "Of course, all my ideas are good. I didn't live for centuries and almost reached the peak of cultivation without having a brain."

Despite the evident self-praise, Hu Jin bowed his head respectfully. "Thank you for your guidance. I promise to do my best to find a way to restore your physical form, master."

The old master's smile widened at the gesture, his eyes shining with appreciation. But soon, his expression turned serious, and he ran a hand through his ghostly beard. "Still, don't become arrogant just because you've progressed in Body Tempering. Advancing quickly in this stage is relatively common, with various methods available. The true challenge begins when you reach Qi Gathering. Even an average cultivator with fifty spirit roots would take about a year to advance by one star in Qi Gathering. And suppose they fail to break through to Foundation Establishment after cultivating for a decade. In that case, they'd have to restart from one-star Qi Gathering again. Many perish despite their potential because they fail to break through in time."

"Yeah, I understand," Hu Jin nodded solemnly. He was well aware of his limitations and needed to address his lack of cultivation talent.

With fewer than fifty spirit roots, and not even twenty at that, advancing to Qi Gathering was a monumental challenge, let alone progressing beyond. But with his master's guidance, he believed anything was possible.

"It may seem fast and easy now, but the path of cultivation is far from it," the old master nodded.

"Yes, and the sooner we restore my spirit roots, the sooner we can achieve our goals," Hu Jin affirmed.

A part of him was eager to reclaim his former talent, where Sects vied for his attention, and his family showered him with praise.

"Technically, we're not healing your spiritual roots. There's nothing to heal or recuperate because it had been almost a decade since your cultivation was broken by the time we met," the old cultivator explained, his tone oddly punctual on certain matters. "Still, we're creating new ones."

Hu Jin nodded, recalling how he had acquired those nineteen spirit roots in the first place. While the herb he had stolen from Ye An had earned him her eternal enmity, the pill his master had concocted from it had granted him a second chance at cultivation.

"Since your body will be out of commission for weeks after the Strengthening Pills, you should rest during that period and use the time to enrich your knowledge," the old master suggested a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You should visit the Alchemy Pagoda."

"I've already learned plenty," Hu Jin insisted. "It would be more beneficial to spend that time searching for new techniques. It's been a while since we stumbled upon an Earth Grade Technique."

As Hu Jin stretched, feeling his body slowly recuperating thanks to the healing pills, the old master countered his idea. "Instead of learning more techniques, you should focus on mastering those you already have. Achieving a Trace at Qi Gathering is monumental, and you can't do that with a half-assed technique."

Hu Jin knew his master was rarely wrong in such matters, but he couldn't resist teasing him. With a smug smile, he remarked, "You're just nervous about being near the library because of that bookworm, aren't you?"

The old master frowned. "Not necessarily, but you should always avoid Liu Feng."

Though Hu Jin was confident his master could discern his jest, the severity of the situation warranted such precautions, and he didn't take the warning lightly.

"You never explained why we need to be cautious around that guy," Hu Jin shrugged, seeking clarification. 

Liu Feng exuded a dangerous aura akin to a serpent lurking in the grass, biding its time to strike. He was someone you didn't want to turn your back on. Yet, despite his threat, others in the sect were even more dangerous than him.

"It's never wise to associate with those who skirt the edges of death," the master shook his head solemnly.

Hu Jin arched a questioning brow, eyeing his master. "Skirting the edges of death? You do realize you're a ghost, right?"

"When I was alive, I possessed theoretical knowledge of the soul and concocted many poisons that targeted it. But it wasn't until after my death, when I departed my body, that I gained the ability to perceive the soul firsthand," the old master explained, his expression grim. "And I can tell you, without a doubt, that Liu Feng's soul is nothing short of an abomination."

"Abomination? What does that mean?" Hu Jin inquired.

"It could mean many things," the old man shrugged. "At best, the lad was born with a peculiar soul. At worst, we're dealing with an immortal who has evaded death. No one but an immortal could achieve such a feat. Though crude, the melding of souls is seamless."

The gravity of the situation settled heavily on Hu Jin, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Believe me, kid. You don't want to entangle yourself with their kind. Immortal cultivators transcend humanity—they're stronger and more cunning than you can imagine. Even if an immortal were to reincarnate and lose their power, they would still retain their immortal techniques. And trust me, you don't want to cross paths with those individuals."

His master's somber warning echoed in Hu Jin's mind, reminding him of how Liu Feng had looked at his master during the exams.

What a terrifying guy…