Yang Feng pushed open the wooden door of the small hut and stepped inside. The interior was bathed in the dim glow of a single oil lamp, casting flickering shadows on the rough-hewn walls. The small hut, built from weathered timber, exuded a sense of rustic simplicity. The thatched roof sagged slightly in the middle, a testament to its age. The floor was made of uneven wooden planks, worn smooth in places by years of use. Sparse furniture included a small, rough-hewn table surrounded by mismatched chairs, a narrow bed with a thin, worn mattress, and Bai Feng's swing chair in the corner.
The chair was constructed from sturdy wood, with a woven seat that creaked softly with Bai Feng's gentle sway. The smell of wood smoke, mingled with the faint aroma of pine, filled the air. The walls were adorned with crude wooden shelves holding an assortment of tools: hunting implements, woodworking tools, and other miscellaneous items. Against one wall, a stack of firewood leaned precariously, while the cold fireplace on the opposite side had long since extinguished its last embers.
Yang Feng placed the bowl of steaming soup on the table and gazed at his father. Bai Feng, who was napping in the swing chair, had a relaxed expression on his grizzled face. The man's coarse beard and deeply lined face suggested a life of hard work and weariness. Yang Feng's thoughts wandered, troubled by questions about his father. How had Bai Feng, a mere woodcutter, acquired such extensive knowledge of hunting and survival?
With a determined sigh, Yang Feng decided to use his double pupils. As his blue pupils shifted to a deep, intense purple, the world around him came into sharp focus. He directed his enhanced vision towards Bai Feng and was stunned to see a faint, shimmering aura surrounding him. The aura was indicative of a Qi Sage level of cultivation. The realization was jarring. His father, a simple woodcutter, possessed such advanced cultivation?
The shock of this discovery left Yang Feng momentarily speechless. He had always thought of his father as an ordinary man, albeit one with a peculiar depth. But this revelation raised more questions than answers. His mind swirled with the implications—if his father was this powerful, what about the other villagers? Were they also concealing their true strength?
Many men with outstanding strength lived in the village,men that could carry a mass of a ton while yawning.Yang feng saw it with his own two pupils,however it was back when he hadn't regained his immortal memories and abilities.If he had at that time,he could easily use the double pupils and see their power level.Before this, yang feng never gave the villagers that much thought,but now,now things just got even more mysterious.If his useless father was a Qi-sage then the villagers might have been even more outstanding.
Just as Yang Feng was lost in thought, Bai Feng stirred and opened his eyes. His gaze, though still half-closed with sleep, was sharp and perceptive. Yang Feng quickly deactivated his double pupils, the purple hue fading as he regained his composure. He stood before his father, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity.
Bai Feng's eyes softened slightly when he saw the soup on the table. "Are you done?" he asked, his voice rough but not unkind.
"Yes, Father," Yang Feng replied, trying to keep his voice steady despite the storm of questions brewing in his mind.
Bai Feng glanced at the table, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. "Good. Now, take the wood outside and go to the village to sell it. And remember not to wander off."
Yang Feng nodded and turned to leave. As he stepped outside, the weight of the recent discovery pressed heavily on him. If his father was a Qi Sage, what did that say about the other villagers? The thought consumed him, and he moved with a sense of urgency. He needed to uncover more about this place and its inhabitants.
Returning to the hut, Yang Feng grabbed a second basket full of wood, realizing that if he sold all the wood too early, he wouldn't have the opportunity to investigate further. With both baskets in hand, he headed towards the village.
Bai feng looked at yang feng and became surprised at the sight of him taking another basket.Bai feng let out a small smile as he pulled a necklace he was wearing."What an obiedient boy.He really is you son,"he said holding the necklace which had the picture of a woman and next to it was a young bai feng.With this bai feng put back the necklace on his neck and went back to sleep,drifting into eternal quietness of the forest around him
As Yang Feng navigated the dense forest, he felt a sense of excitement. The trees loomed tall and majestic, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Shafts of sunlight pierced through the canopy, creating patterns of light and shadow on the forest floor. The air was fresh, filled with the earthy scent of moss and the occasional hint of wildflowers.
After a brisk walk, Yang Feng reached a clearing where a herd of horses grazed. His double pupils sharpened his vision, allowing him to spot a small horse among the herd. The horse's coat was a soft brown, and it appeared to be around Yang Feng's own age. Yang Feng approached the horse carefully, sensing a connection.
Using his double pupils again, Yang Feng hypnotized the small horse, calming it and making it more receptive to him. In the next moment, he mounted the horse, feeling its gentle movements beneath him. He decided to name the horse Xiao Zhan, a name that resonated with him.
Yang Feng and Xiao Zhan raced towards the village, the wind rushing past them, adding a thrill to their ride. The forest around them blurred into streaks of green as they sped through the landscape. The excitement of the ride and the anticipation of what awaited him in the village made Yang Feng feel more alive than he had in a long time.
They reached the base of a small mountain where the village lay nestled. Yang Feng dismounted Xiao Zhan and patted the horse reassuringly. "I'll call for you later," he said. Fearing that the village children might be frightened by Xiao Zhan, he decided to descend the mountain alone.
As Yang Feng made his way towards the village, he felt a surge of excitement and curiosity. The village was a modest settlement with a few scattered houses and simple buildings. Smoke rose from chimneys, and the sounds of daily life filled the air—people talking, children laughing, and the clatter of tools.
Yang Feng moved cautiously,as he navigated the small slope leading to the village. There was an air of subtle grace around the village. Yang Feng's curiosity was piqued, and he was determined to uncover the truth.Wherever he was,he swore to find his way back home.
As noon approached, casting a warm, golden hue over the village, Yang Feng's anticipation grew. The village seemed to be a place of hidden depths, and he was eager to explore and learn more. The prospect of discovering the true nature of this place and its people filled him with a sense of adventure.