Yang Feng found himself standing in front of the small house nestled on the mountain slope, the wind gently brushing against his face as he dismounted from Xiao Zhan's back. He landed lightly, his feet sinking into the soft earth below. The familiar sight of the old wooden house, with its worn-out roof and moss creeping along its stone foundation, stirred a mixture of feelings within him.
The air here was different—calm, serene, yet charged with something more. Yang Feng looked up at the towering mountain behind the house, its rugged peaks stretching into the sky. As his eyes traced the rocky path that wound its way upward, he couldn't help but think of his father, Bai Feng.
His father's face appeared in his mind, weathered and strong, his eyes filled with a silent understanding of the world. Despite his seemingly humble life as a woodcutter, Bai Feng always had a certain aura around him—a subtle but undeniable presence that set him apart from the other villagers. And then there was the qi.
Yang Feng's gaze narrowed as he recalled the faint trace of qi he had felt from his father earlier. It wasn't like the ordinary spiritual energy he had sensed in others—it resonated differently, more potently. How was it possible that Bai Feng, a man who had never spoken of cultivation or the upper realms, had qi within him?
Could it be that his father wasn't just a simple villager? Yang Feng's thoughts spiraled deeper. Was Bai Feng from the upper realm, just like him? Or perhaps something even more extraordinary? His mind raced through the possibilities—could his father be a mythical beast in disguise? A legendary figure hidden from the world?
As these questions swirled in his head, Yang Feng's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a rustling sound coming from the thick underbrush to his right. His head snapped in the direction of the noise, his heart leaping into his throat. The dense foliage shifted, and from the shadows, a massive figure emerged—an enormous horse, larger than any creature Yang Feng had ever seen,since he came to this realm anyway.
It was Xiao Zhan's mother.
The giant horse's fur was a deep, navy hue, with streaks of white running along her sides, gleaming in the sunlight like polished steel. Her eyes glowed with a fierce, primal energy as they locked onto Yang Feng, her teeth gritted in a neigh sound. This was no gentle, loyal companion like Xiao Zhan—this was a predator, a mother who had been searching for her lost youngling.
Yang Feng's heart pounded as he realized the danger he was in. Xiao Zhan's mother had been searching for her Xiao zhan all this time, and now, seeing Yang Feng near Xiao Zhan, she had assumed he was a threat. Her powerful legs tensed as she prepared to charge, her strong legs tensing up as if readying herself to charge at yang feng.
Yang Feng quickly glanced at Xiao Zhan, who was standing by his side, oblivious to the imminent danger. The young horse's eyes grew scared,as he started to back away from yang feng.
Panic surged through Yang Feng as he took a step back, his mind racing for a solution. But he had nothing. He had exhausted the last of his qi earlier, using his double pupils in the village. Now, he had no power left to defend himself. He could feel the emptiness inside him, the absence of the once-familiar energy that had saved him countless times before.
The massive horse growled, her muscles rippling as she launched herself toward Yang Feng, her horns pointed directly at him, ready to tear him apart. The world seemed to slow as Yang Feng stood frozen in place, his mind blank in the face of certain death.
Suddenly, a loud *whoosh* tore through the air.
A huge axe flew from the direction of the mountain, spinning through the air with deadly precision. It sliced through the wind like a thunderclap, the blade gleaming with a sharp, metallic sheen. Yang Feng's eyes widened as he watched the axe bury itself into the ground with a heavy *thud*, mere inches away from where he was standing.
The ground shook from the impact, dust and debris flying up around him. The giant horse halted immediately, her growls turning into a sharp yelp as she saw the axe land. Her eyes darted toward the mountain, and without hesitation, she turned and fled, retreating into the safety of the forest with Xiao Zhan following close behind.
Yang Feng watched as Xiao Zhan disappeared into the trees, running after his mother. A wave of relief washed over him, and he exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His legs wobbled beneath him, the adrenaline from the near-death encounter still coursing through his veins.
He looked down at the axe. It was massive, far larger than any weapon he had ever seen up close. The blade was thick and forged with intricate markings that glowed faintly, a testament to its powerful craftsmanship. It was clear that this was no ordinary axe—it was a weapon of a master, a warrior of immense strength.
Yang Feng's gaze slowly lifted from the axe, following the path it had taken back up the mountain. And there, standing on a high ledge, framed against the vast blue sky, was Bai Feng.
His father's silhouette was imposing, his figure bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. Bai Feng stood tall and proud, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His muscles were thick and powerful, clearly visible beneath the simple tunic he wore. His shoulders were wide, his biceps bulging with strength, and his chest rose and fell steadily as he observed Yang Feng from above.
There was no mistaking it—this was not the body of an ordinary man.
Yang Feng's breath caught in his throat as he stared at his father, realization slowly dawning on him. Bai Feng was not who he appeared to be. He was more than just a woodcutter, more than just a father. There was a power within him, a strength that Yang Feng had never noticed before.
The qi that had resonated within his father earlier now made perfect sense. Bai Feng possessed abilities far beyond those of any human in this lower realm. But what was he? Who was he?
Yang Feng's thoughts tumbled over each other as he struggled to piece everything together. His father had just saved his life with an effortless throw of an axe that no ordinary man could have wielded. The question that had been haunting Yang Feng since his reincarnation now burned brighter than ever in his mind.
His gaze hardened, his fists clenching at his sides. His eyes, normally calm and thoughtful, blazed with a fiery determination as he took a step forward, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Who are you exactly?" Yang Feng's thought to himself, as his body started to tense up awaiting a sudden change in the atmosphere.
Bai Feng remained silent for a long moment, his face unreadable as he stared down at his son. The silence between them was heavy, filled with unanswered questions and the weight of a truth yet to be revealed.
Yang Feng's eyes flashed red as the frustration and confusion boiled over inside him. He had spent so long searching for answers, trying to understand the world around him, but now, it felt as though the truth was standing right in front of him—in the form of his father.
The wind picked up around them, rustling the leaves of the trees and carrying the scent of pine and earth. Yang Feng's heart raced as he waited, the question still hanging in the air between them. He had to know. He had to understand who his father really was and what role he played in this strange, dangerous world.
And in that moment, as the sun dipped lower on the horizon and the shadows stretched long across the mountain,As yang feng and Bai feng engaged in a staring contest between heaven and earth.