Reborn as Murong Fu: This Time I'm the Protagonist

Chapter 531 The Second Dream

Looking at the baby in his arms, Xiao Feng murmured to himself, "Xiao Feng, Feng'er, hahaha, good, good child."

A huge weight was finally lifted from my heart at this moment.

Xiao Feng reached out and stroked the baby's cheek. Amid a chorus of gasps, his vision gradually blurred, and everything before him faded into the distance, until it transformed into a faint, ethereal song in the distance.

When Xiao Feng woke up again, he found himself still in the small tavern where he had started his journey. A hangover made him feel as if his head was about to split open.

"What happened to me? How did I end up drunk here?"

Xiao Feng's stomach full of strong liquor turned into cold sweat: What's going on?

Memory is like an axe, splitting the mind open, and the wind of Yanmen Pass seems to hide countless whispering ghosts.

Xiao Feng had a dream in which he, with white hair and memories from thirty years in the future, saved his birth parents. The sound of his father's hearty laughter still echoed in his ears, and his mother's tender and earnest expectations almost brought tears to the eyes of this man of steel, but those tears also vanished with the wind.

The tavern owner and his two waiters were limp and lifeless, having been dead for some time. They had all been killed with a single blow, and their twisted and ferocious expressions spoke of the fear they had before their deaths.

Xiao Feng felt an immense sense of fear grip his heart: Could it be that everything I just saw and heard was a dream? And what I'm seeing now is reality?
But why am I here again?
Xiao Feng hurriedly ran out of the shop. The setting sun was casting its last rays, but Xiao Feng felt a bone-chilling cold creep up his bones like a venomous snake.

Yanmen Pass, Luanshi Valley, we must go there, we must hurry there.

Xiao Feng used all his lightness skills, striving to be as fast as possible. Even the finest steeds that could travel a thousand miles a day could not keep up with Xiao Feng's pace.

The journey of thirty miles was completed in the time it takes to burn an incense stick, but what Xiao Feng saw before him was a scene he would rather die than witness.

The autumn wind howled, the sun set, and a tall, middle-aged man, cradling the bodies of his wife and children, let out a wolf-like howl. In a brief moment, his loyal and devoted subordinate was dead. The cold bodies of his wife and children held no trace of life. In the face of this earth-shattering event, his mountain-like figure crumbled instantly, and the man's mournful howl echoed through the mountains, like the wailing of a mountain ghost.

Seven or eight martial arts practitioners dressed in black surrounded the middle-aged man, watching from a distance, too afraid to approach, their eyes filled with an intense, palpable fear. The area was littered with corpses—Khitan warriors in military attire, and a dozen or so Central Plains warriors in black, their wide-open eyes staring blankly at the sky, as if they had witnessed a horrific scene before their deaths. The air was thick with the stench of blood.

Xiao Feng witnessed this scene firsthand, his eyes almost bursting with tears. The sight of his biological parents dying before his very eyes broke his heart.

Xiao Yuanshan held his wife and child, screaming in anguish. Suddenly, he picked up his deceased wife's body and held his young son in his arms. He strode towards the edge of the cliff and, without hesitation, jumped off.

"No!" Xiao Feng rushed to the edge of the cliff in vain, trying to grab his father's falling body. However, only an infant in swaddling clothes was thrown up. In his grief, the father did not realize that the child in his arms was still breathing. When he jumped off the cliff, the baby was startled by the howling mountain wind and cried loudly.

Realizing his beloved son was still alive, Xiao Yuanshan was overwhelmed with grief and joy. In the face of death, unable to bear seeing his son perish with his parents at the bottom of the cliff, he mustered his remaining strength and threw his son back up.

With tears welling in his eyes, Xiao Feng caught the infant who had been thrown up and held him in his arms. The baby, unaware that it had just experienced a journey from the human world to the gates of hell and back, perhaps hungry, and knowing that separation from its mother would hasten the arrival of worldly suffering, began to wail desperately. "Who are you!"

The sudden appearance of Xiao Feng startled everyone, who looked at him with fear. They were especially terrified when they realized that the newcomer looked almost exactly like the Khitan man who had just jumped off the cliff, as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Xiao Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "You murderers, give me back my parents' lives!"

Xiao Feng was furious. Holding the baby in one arm, he unleashed a powerful and heavy attack, "Dragon Appears in the Field," carrying billowing yellow sand as it hurtled towards a tall monk in front of him.

"careful!"

A ragged beggar stepped forward from behind the monk, gathered his energy in his dantian, let out a low shout, slightly bent his left leg, and drew a semicircle in the air with his right palm, responding with the "Regretful Dragon" move he had practiced for many years. Although the fact that his opponent knew the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms had momentarily thrown him into disarray, his years of experience in combat still allowed him to make the most correct response immediately.

With a muffled thud, the two masters who both wielded the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms clashed palms together, and the difference in their skill levels was immediately apparent. Xiao Feng's shoulders swayed, while Wang Jiantong was sent flying backward, coughing up a mouthful of blood that also ripped off his veil.

The monk who had been saved by Wang Jiantong rushed forward, helped Wang Jiantong up, and ripped off his own veil. It was Zhiguang. Zhiguang roared, "Khitan traitor, if you want to avenge that man, then come and do it!"

Xiao Feng was taken aback. He originally thought that the bald man was Xuan Ci, but he did not expect it to be Zhi Guang. He also did not expect that Wang Jiantong would block him. He used the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms taught by Wang Jiantong to seriously injure the other party as soon as he made a move.

For a moment, Xiao Feng's expression was incredibly complex.

If everyone else present could be killed, then as his former mentor, he simply couldn't bring himself to hate Wang Jiantong, even knowing that he was one of the accomplices in the murder of his parents.

After learning the true identity of the leader, Xiao Feng did not choose to take revenge directly. Instead, he went to Lingjiu Palace to study martial arts. On the one hand, this was to increase his chances of success, but on the other hand, he did not want to use his Shaolin internal energy to kill the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Xiao Feng said coldly, "You can leave now. I won't let you off the hook next time we meet. Get lost!"

Wang Jiantong and the others exchanged surprised glances several times, unable to believe that these suddenly appearing fierce-looking men had let them go so easily.

"Using their own methods against them, what is your relationship with the Murong family of Gusu?" Wang Jiantong asked through gritted teeth, unwilling to give up.

Xuan Ci was shocked. In an instant, a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind, but they all boiled down to one: Murong Bo had sent people to kill him and silence him so that he could reap the benefits.

But why did the other party let him go so easily?
Xuan Ci decided that if he survived, he would definitely go back and give Murong Bo a good talking-to.

Xiao Feng watched the group leave, overwhelmed with grief. He leaned over and looked down the cliff, only to see a bottomless abyss. He could not find any trace of his parents.

He bowed several times in the direction his parents had jumped off the cliff, then left with the baby, tears streaming down his face.