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Beidou City.

It was already evening, and a noisy argument was taking place at a family surnamed Feng in the city...

"If you don't let me go, I'll chop this 'thing' up!"

Feng Zhi, in a fit of rage, picked up the dagger beside him and pressed it against that indescribable "family heirloom".

A glint of silver flashed from the sharp blade.

"You unfilial son! What nonsense are you spouting?"

This terrified Feng Yang, who dared not move his hands or feet.

"Father! Please give your child this chance!"

"Even if I'm just an ant gazing at the sky, I still want to see this vast world with my own eyes!"

Feng Zhi's attitude was very firm: "Even if I don't have the physique or bloodline, I believe I am no less than anyone else."

"I...I'm a genius!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Yang was so angry that his whole body trembled.

This unfilial son has gone mad today, constantly talking about going to the holy land to cultivate.

Now he's threatening him, obsessed with claiming he's a genius?

Do you think I don't know your own limitations? When you were a kid, who could you beat in a fight?

He's not cut out for cultivation...

"If you don't believe me, go get a martial arts manual, and I'll demonstrate it for you right here!" Seeing that his father was showing signs of wavering, Feng Zhi quickly pressed his advantage.

Feng Yang stared at his son for a while, and saw that he didn't seem to be joking.

Finally, he snorted and said, "Fine! But if you don't have anything real, then you'd better wait for my 'education'!"

"besides……

"Put that thing down right now!"

As he spoke, he quickly snatched the dagger from Feng Zhi's hand. He glared at him, then turned and walked towards the study.

Looking at his father's retreating figure, Feng Zhi breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason he was so persistent...

It was because he had recently awakened his past life's wisdom and the panel that only he could see.

With a thought, a pale blue light screen appeared in his eyes.

[Heaven rewards diligence: Easy to understand]

Feng Zhi has already tested it with the book. All he needs to do is finish reading the book, and it will soon be conveyed to him in a way that he can understand!

This caused his self-confidence to swell rapidly.

Now that he had this advantage, he was unwilling to remain a rogue cultivator.

When independent cultivators lack resources, they live in constant fear, terrified of being killed by the aftershocks of some powerful being engaged in a battle.

Exactly!

In a few days, the Beidou Holy Land will hold its apprenticeship assessment. Anyone under the age of twenty can go and take the test.

Feng Zhi is seventeen this year, which is still within the acceptable range.

By joining a powerful force, one can not only acquire profound teachings but also ensure safety.

He was very certain.

As long as he excels in the comprehension test, a powerful figure will surely take him as a disciple!

A moment later, Feng Yang returned with a yellowed booklet, slammed it on the table,

"This is 'Basic Long Fist,' which anyone can practice. I want to see what makes you so confident!"

He truly didn't want his son to go and die.

The lives of the lower-ranking disciples were as worthless as grass; he survived back then entirely by luck.

He had also joined a sect when he was young, but he was only a low-level disciple in a small sect.

He was later sent back because he failed to break through the first level of the barrier.

But now Feng Zhi is going to a sacred land! The requirements are much stricter than they were for him back then.

Without wasting words, Feng Zhi took the boxing manual and quickly flipped through it.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The light blue panel flashed.

He closed his eyes, and lines appeared in his mind outlining the trajectory of the fist technique, the power generation technique, and the breathing rhythm, all of which instantly became integrated into his mind.

"I understand!"

Feng Zhi opened his eyes.

With a stomp of his foot, his body arched like a bow.

Whoosh—whoosh—!

The force of the punch was so strong that it even produced a sound of air being torn apart.

Although the strength is still somewhat immature, the charm of the moves clearly indicates that they are already at the beginner level!

Feng Yang's arms, which had been clasped to his chest, loosened at some point, and he blinked, his expression full of disbelief.

You've mastered the basics after just one look?

This is a fist technique that even martial artists need to practice for three to five days!

Is this level of comprehension really that amazing?

Could this kid really overcome that hurdle and not have to come back in disgrace like he did back then?

"Could it be that our Feng family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke?"

Feng Yang muttered to himself, his tone a mixture of surprise and joy.

"Phew~"

He stopped, stood still, took a deep breath, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After all, he was just an ordinary person, and the high-intensity burst of energy left him a little out of breath.

"Father?"

Seeing his father standing there in a daze, Feng Zhi stepped forward and waved in front of him.

Feng Yang snapped out of his daze, looking at his son with a complex expression, his voice trembling: "My son, you possess the potential for greatness!"

Feng Yang was very happy.

I disagreed before because I was afraid my son would become cannon fodder.

Now that we've discovered his talent, who knows... he might even be recruited into the sect by an elder!

If Feng Zhi knew what his father was thinking, he would probably raise an eyebrow.

In fact, let alone boxing techniques, he could learn even those profound cultivation scriptures at the same speed.

"Okay! Okay!"

Feng Yang clenched one fist and slapped Feng Zhi's shoulder hard with the other: "That's great!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Dad! You're murdering your own child!"

Feng Zhi grimaced, thinking to himself that his half-baked martial arts father's strength was truly something else.

Feng Yang then withdrew his hand, but his face broke into a wide smile. "Hey~ If we don't fight now, we might not have another chance later."

Feng Zhi rolled his eyes: "You should go back and rest. I also need to pack my bags; we'll be leaving early tomorrow morning."

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll ask your mother to make you some snacks to take on the road!"

Feng Yang turned and ran outside, shouting, "Honey, our son has made something of himself..."

They slept without saying a word, each lost in their own thoughts.

……

The next morning, as dawn broke.

The wind stopped, and he packed his bags.

His bundle was filled with dry food and snacks that his mother had made overnight, and his parents had given him travel money at his waist.

It is a hundred miles from Beidou City to Beidou Holy Land, which would take ordinary people two days to walk, and they would also need to allow time for inquiring about information.

In the courtyard.

The mother was holding her baby sister in her arms. The little one was waving her little hands and babbling, as if she was also saying goodbye to her brother.

Feng Zhi knelt down solemnly and kowtowed to his father, Feng Yang, and mother, Zhang Yu.

Even though Feng Zhi was confident in his talent, the road ahead was long and fraught with danger.

The cultivation world is extremely cruel; a slight misstep can lead to death and the annihilation of one's cultivation.

For example, if he were caught in the crossfire of a battle between some passing cultivators.

Or what if you're disliked by some arrogant young master and treated like dirt on the street?

That is why this parting feels so heavy.

"What's wrong with you, child? Get up quickly!" Mother Zhang Yu, with red eyes, helped Feng Zhi up.

Hearing that her son was going to visit a mountain to learn martial arts, she couldn't sleep all night.

She scolded, "Go if you want, but don't make it sound like you're giving your last words."

"Remember, once you pass, you can focus on your cultivation."

"If... if we are not meant to be, then come back and live a quiet life. Your parents can support you for the rest of your life."

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Stop dawdling!"

Father Feng Yang, with a stern face, waved his hand as if to hit him, but Feng Zhi smiled and dodged to the side.

"Then I'll be going now. Take care of yourselves, both of you!"

Feng Zhi said no more, turned around and strode away, his gaze fixed firmly on the distance.

That is where the holy land is located.

……

Outside the city gate.

They hadn't gone far when they suddenly heard hurried footsteps and shouts behind them.

"Zhi'er!"

"Remember to act within your means! Try not to argue with others and don't meddle in other people's business."

"You must know how to make friends, and distinguish between good and evil!"

I'm still worried about Feng Yang.

When the wind stopped and I turned around, I saw my father running and waving vigorously, the morning light shining on his slightly hunched body.

"Alright! You can go back now, no need to see me off!"

Feng Zhi's eyes welled up with tears, and he responded loudly.

He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, suppressed the immense reluctance in his heart, turned around and disappeared into the morning mist, never looking back.