Funeral celebration of crossing over

  "Alas, it's a pity. Although the young master is a bit despicable and shameless, he has always been good to us. How could his meridians be severed?"

  "Yes, all the meridians are severed, then it would become useless..."

  "In those days, the young master's talent for cultivation was even stronger than that of the older master, but he ended up becoming a useless person..."

  “……”

  The sympathetic sighs around him seemed to have no effect on a young man. Yī Fēng's face still had a hint of a sly smile, the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc, and those bright eyes were full of mischief.

  Five years ago, he survived with all his meridians severed under the incredulous gaze of everyone, but was forced to become a useless person. A useless person who would be spat upon as soon as he walked out.

  However, heaven does not cut off a man's path. Yesterday's waste is no longer waste. He disappeared for five years, and the growth of these five years gave him pride and capital. The title of "waste person" was something he did not deign to defend against.

  Yi Feng has been on this continent for seven years, having experienced too much, and some idle chatter is no longer on his mind.

  Yes, Yuefeng is indeed a transmigrator.

  Yi Feng never thought that a group of friends would take advantage of the wine, insisting on making a ruckus in the bridal chamber. One by one, they sneaked into the newlyweds' new home, and as the best man, Yi Feng was naturally the first to be targeted.

  But then, just as he had entered the new residence of the newlyweds, Yi Feng was tripped by an electrical wire and fell to the ground. The severed wire landed on his body, which was still reeling from the effects of alcohol. He didn't feel any pain, nor did he see God, but he was abandoned in this strange world.

  Hou Yi once suspected that God, that bastard, was afraid his wife would be seduced and leave him, so he threw him into this world.

  It must be this reason, I'm so handsome, the God of selling cakes must have been worried. Yī Fēng thought for a long time and could only find this reason. He sighed and shook his head, saying: "The old man was right, disturbing someone's spring dream for a moment will get you struck by lightning... but it can't just strike me alone..."

  "Damn it, brother! I've always said: if there's a chance, I'll definitely give you a big gift for your second wedding. Uh... although I was thinking that you wouldn't have a second wedding. But this gift has arrived ahead of time, damn it, I'm using my own funeral to celebrate your wedding, who's so awesome!"

  Thinking of this, a sly smile appeared on Yī Fēng's face again. Crossing over to this place wasn't entirely without benefits; at the very least, he had become much younger from the start, and even though nearly seven years had passed, he still looked like a young man in his youth.

  Seven years ago when he first crossed over here, Yi Feng originally thought that he had arrived in some ancient dynasty, but gradually it became clear that this world was different from any dynasty he knew.

  This is a brand new world, called the Qilan Continent. This is the world of warriors, although this world also has people known as poets, painters, dancers, doctors, and even mysterious soul photographers. But among these people, warriors are the orthodox ones.

  When a martial artist's strength reaches a certain level, they can be called a Martial Lord or a Painting Lord. The term "Lord" is used to refer to an emperor, but it is used to describe a martial artist and is recognized by the world. This shows just how much influence a spiritual being has in this world.

  With one's own strength, they can sit on an equal footing with the emperor of the empire. This can be imagined, in this world, it is completely a performance of the weak being preyed upon by the strong, and strength is revered.

  Yi Feng once thought he was very lucky, crossing over into a martial family, and being called a martial genius since childhood.

  Yi Feng didn't expect that two years later, the assassin's palm would render him crippled, severing his meridians and making him a useless person. Afterwards, he suffered the ridicule of others, with all sorts of unpleasant words filling his mind, even to the point of insulting his parents from his past life. His own parents couldn't bear being insulted by others. This was Yi Feng's greatest humiliation.

  At this thought, Yi Feng felt his anger was about to erupt from his body.

  Since Yi Feng became a waste person, the attitude of this life's father towards Yi Feng has turned sharply downwards, and he can't wait to kill him to erase his shame, which is also the reason for Yi Feng's disappearance for five years.

  In these five years, he has endured too much, and twice for the sake of getting rid of the title of a useless person, he had almost died. What modern person has ever suffered so much torture?

  What made Yufeng even more hateful was that the assassin's target was actually aimed at her, Yufeng thought of her absolute beauty and her kindness to herself. Just thinking about someone wanting to assassinate such a person made Yufeng want to drink his blood and pull out his tendons.

  All of this only increased the anger in Yī Fēng's heart, after five years of investigation, he also knew the identity of the assassin and the powerful forces behind him that could rival a country.

  However, this cannot stop Yu Rong's desire for revenge at all.

  "You're a mongrel, I'll cut you to pieces and torture you to death." Yi Feng steeled himself in his heart, then slightly shook his head, shaking off the anger in his mind.

  With a lazy stretch, he put his hand into his pocket and fumbled around for a while. Suddenly, he was taken aback, then shook his head with a bitter smile: "It seems I'm still not used to this world, this continent... where can you find cigarettes? Ah, what a pity! Otherwise, relying on my handsome looks when I smoked less, those little girls would have been throwing themselves at me."

  Yi Feng snorted and picked up a twig, looking at the passing servant with an air of showing off.

  "Master, the branch is very dirty." A servant finally came over to remind him.

  "Have you found out how handsome I am?" Yifeng asked, forcing a smile on his face.

  "Little master, your face isn't twitching, is it?"

  "Hmph......" Yi Feng's blood was boiling, staring fiercely at the usually honest servant who was evaluated as the most honest in the house and spat out a word, "Scram..."

  In those days, on a dark and windy night, Yi Feng wore a sharp outfit, with melancholic eyes, messy hair like weeds, Tom Cruise's smile, a faint mustache, a wallet containing several one-yuan coins, and half a pack of Seven Wolves cigarettes. The countless women passing by her side screamed in unison, their voices rivaling the screams at a Heavenly King concert. Some people were even so excited that they fainted. Ah, what extraordinary charm!!

  Although he was later arrested for affecting the city's appearance, it cannot be denied that he is handsome. Otherwise, women would have fainted from excitement! What? Scared? I'm telling you, if you say "scared" again, I'll beat you up.

  "This man, even without the cigarette, would still be deeply sold out. It seems that I should keep a low profile in this world." Yi Feng muttered softly to himself, and casually put both hands into his wide sleeves, slightly tilting his body, and with an air of lazy nonchalance leaned against the door frame, gazing at the people coming and going before him, taking a deep breath: Forget it, having come to this world, I'll just live life to the fullest. Besides, that bastard assassin's sect leader is definitely going to be destroyed by me.

  "Life is really damn fun because it's playing with me. Damn God, I'm circling and crossing you..."

  Yi Feng gave a middle finger to the sky and cursed loudly.

  This angry roar caused the busy crowd around to turn their heads towards Yi Feng at the same time, and the noisy space suddenly fell silent, as if time had frozen in a single frame.

  "This good-for-nothing young master has gone mad again..."

  All the servants shuddered and hastily kept a certain distance from Yi Feng.

  Yi Feng was taken aback and couldn't help but smile wryly as he explained, "Ben Shao didn't go mad from sheep epilepsy."

  Nonsense, have you ever seen a mentally ill person say they are mentally ill? All the servants' speeds increased by a few more points.

  ……

  "Master Yi Liu, you've arrived!" A respectful voice from a servant brought Yi Feng's thoughts back, and he turned his head to look at the source of the sound. He saw a young man in his early twenties walking towards him with a brisk pace.

  The young man had a robust build, with a hint of evil charm on his face. His eyebrows were clear and his eyes were elegant, making it hard to deny the lethal power of this appearance. No wonder he often managed to hook up with the courtesans from the flower boats.

  "Big brother, I'm so glad our father's surname is Yu, not Jiu!" Yufeng slightly shifted his lazy posture and smiled at Yuliang.

  Yi Liu was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head with a bitter smile. His little brother, despite being separated for five years, often made him laugh bitterly with his strange and absurd words. According to his explanation, having the surname Yi meant being top-notch, while having the surname Jiu naturally meant being inferior.

  "Little brother, you still haven't changed at all. However... " Yi Liu looked up and down at Yi Feng, whose entire demeanor exuded a carefree air, causing him to continue helplessly, "If Father saw you in this state, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to help but scold you again."

  Yi Feng smiled slightly and said in a soft, gentle voice: "Big brother, you didn't come here to learn from Father, did you? Tell me, what's going on that made you leave the flower boat?"

  Yi Liu looked at his younger brother, suddenly sighed, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes. This decadent and sloppy appearance evoked sympathy from him.

  Yi Feng was originally considered a talented and exceptional spiritual being, but an unexpected event caused his meridians to be completely severed. In a shocking turn of events, he managed to survive, but unfortunately lost all connection with the spiritual world. To put it bluntly, he became a useless waste. A useless waste can only imagine how difficult it would be to survive in the brutal and competitive land of Dou Mai.

  "Little brother! If you can't become a warrior, then being a scholar is also possible. History has never lacked powerful officials who were not skilled in martial arts." Yi Liu's tone was low and solemn, but it could make people feel the sincerity and determination within.

  Yi Feng smiled slowly, his mouth slightly raised, and carelessly laughed: "What level of martial artist is Big Brother now?"

  "Third-order Spirit Person!" Yi Liu thought for a moment and still said it out loud.

  The unhurried and unhesitant words made the fingers of the hand that was stroking his nails pause slightly, a thread of surprise flashing across his mind. A third-stage cultivator, it seemed that this big brother had grown up a bit too quickly. In this small city, among the younger generation, he could already walk sideways.

  People in this world think: everyone is a spiritual body, the spirit is naturally the soul, and the body is naturally the flesh. So, what they cultivate are also the soul and the flesh.

  Spirits are divided into ten levels: Child, Knight, Human, Master, General, King, Venerable, Sovereign, Sage, and the legendary Divine. Each stage is further divided into nine ranks.

  Yi Feng seems to understand why his brother is reluctant to leave the flower boat, and his father has never asked about it before. With such an outstanding achievement of being a third-class cultivator, he should be able to get his father's approval easily.

  Yi Feng thought wickedly in his heart: Should I beat up big brother severely, so he won't be too proud of himself, heh heh.

  Yi Liu secretly observed Yi Feng's expression, seeing the evil smile on his face, he couldn't help but shiver, yet in his heart, a hint of doubt arose. His little brother was indeed extraordinary, unable to become a warrior, logically, hearing such results would be disheartening, but he remained calm and natural, could it be that his will had truly been tempered to the point of being unmoved by honor or humiliation?

  "Little brother, you really can't tell me where you've been for these five years?"

  "I'm telling you, I'm afraid you'll be jealous and can't bear to cut your throat with a knife." Yifeng said with a smile. In the past five years, he had been entangled in too many things, and his own identity couldn't even be known by Yiliu and others.

  Yi Liu looked at Yi Feng with disdain: What a joke, is there anything in this world that makes you jealous and cut your own throat?

  However, Hou Yi's curiosity grew even more intense. What had this little brother of his been doing for the past five years? He always felt that this kid was infinitely mysterious, and even someone like himself who was hailed as a genius seemed to feel inferior in front of him.

  "Little brother, did you think I'd be happy to know that?" Yifeng said disdainfully. "I came to tell you some good news. Qin big sister is back, and she should be in the front hall by now."

  "Whoosh..."

  With a sudden noise, Yi Feng stood up abruptly, and his previous lazy posture disappeared instantly. A beautiful figure also flashed in his mind, and a smile spread across the corner of his mouth.

  "I wonder, after five years, what kind of appearance you have now? Have you already become a stunning beauty that turns the world upside down?" Yī Fēng murmured to himself, his smile at the corner of his mouth growing even more brilliant. A sense of anticipation rose up from Yī Fēng's heart, along with a hint of nervousness.

  Yi Feng's lazy demeanor vanished completely, leaving Yi to smile wryly: "Perhaps only Qin Biao Jie can change my little brother's lazy attitude."

  However, Hou Yi didn't notice that Hou Feng, who should be a useless person, was running at a speed that a useless person shouldn't have.

  The speeding vehicle screeched to a halt at the entrance, and under Yifeng's puzzled gaze, it turned around, suddenly pulled out an object from its bosom, drew a curved line and threw it to Yifeng.

  "Big brother, continue..."

  Looking at the thin, old-fashioned book in his hand, the yellowed and slightly damaged pages made him wrinkle his brow, but he still hesitantly straightened out the book and glanced over it lightly.

  "But immediately, he let out a shocked cry: 'Low-ranking martial skill of the Sun Stage!'"

  Yi's eyes widened in shock, he dared not believe it and took another look, the few words on top finally made him accept this reality.

  His heart, the size of a fist, seemed to be shaken by a stormy rain, thumping rapidly. His mind couldn't calm down for a long time. The Dayan Palm Technique, how many people would go crazy fighting over it.

  "This little brother of mine is indeed very mysterious, but what has he been doing for the past five years?" Yi Liu was very helpless, as Yi Feng didn't say anything, and he had no way to find out.

  Although he is his elder brother, he threw out the low-level martial art of the Ji Clan like trash, this is too awesome. This is something that people would fight to the death for.

  Yi Liu shook his head vigorously, a hint of bitter smile flashing at the corner of his mouth as he gazed at the poorly selling secret recipe in his hand, feeling both ecstatic and deeply helpless at the same time.

  "Perhaps only Qin sister can get some information about him for these five years."

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