Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

After I finished talking to the other party, Liu Fusheng came looking for me. "Hit me in the face."

I slapped Mr. Liu Fusheng across the face and handed him the ticket that had fallen next to the small mound of dirt.

I felt like I had stuffed it back into my stomach, washing it at sea, allowing the phoenix to suddenly stir within the small soil in my heart. I reached out and loosened the collar around the phoenix's neck.

Feng Ming's eyes suddenly lit up and he leapt out of the mud. His body was more than twice the size of mine.

The laughing umbrella hovered in front of me, watching as Mr. Liu Fusheng approached slowly.

Liu Fusheng looked at Feng Ming and chuckled, "I never thought you'd have a dog demon."

Feng Ming lunged directly at Liu Fusheng and bit his arm. Why couldn't I guess Feng Ming's speed was so fast? Before I could react, I bit Feng Ming back!

Feng Ming tore off a chunk of flesh and spat it directly onto the ground. He licked the blood-soaked fur on his head. Then he charged at Liu Fusheng again. His claws quickly pinned Liu Fusheng to the ground.

Liu Fusheng bit down on Mr. Liu's throat. He quickly covered it with his hand and shouted loudly toward Taoist Qiu, who was still struggling against the Great Law, "Master, this man has been a wolf for thousands of years, I can't stop him!"

Taoist Qiu looked at Liu Fusheng and then at Feng Ming. His face changed drastically, and he yelled to Liu Fusheng, "Take out the amulet your grandfather gave you! The wolf demon has returned to its ancestral roots!"

Liu Fusheng quickly took out the Bodhisattva he wore around his neck and held it with his other hand.

The Bodhisattva emitted a golden light ten thousand feet high, and then Sanskrit began to flow from its body without casting a gold glow. Feng Ming stared at the ever-chanting Sanskrit.

The Datian Vajra Sutra. Even so, Feng Ming leapt directly off Liu Fusheng and walked along Su Xinghe's banks, shedding her painful garments and fleeing with a hairpin.

I had no reaction to what had just happened. All I saw was Mr. Liu Fusheng's body explode suddenly without any golden light, and then Feng Ming walked away straight with his hairpin!

I saw a Bodhisattva standing under a glowing golden light, holding hands with ten other Bodhisattvas, chanting the "Sutra Origins." The Bodhisattva's mouth emitted no Sanskrit. The source of this content ɪs 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩

My body surrounded by layers of Sanskrit felt unbalanced. I heard the Sanskrit and felt light-headed and heavy-footed, as though my mind was being torn apart.

Seeing it, she quickly called out to Grandma, "Sister Zu! Quickly bring Xiao Dong here! She's devastated. He can't take much more!"

Grandma quickly flew toward me and appeared with a red scarf in her hand. The red scarf pulled me directly out of the Sanskrit. Then she used it.

That giant sword pierced violently into my aunt's body, splashing blood across my face. My aunt gritted her teeth and gently touched the sword with her hand. The sword shattered immediately and disappeared quickly. Taoist Qiu spat blood onto the ground and fainted. Taoist Qiu was struck by Tao Fa!

I quickly grabbed my trembling aunt, tears streaming uncontrollably from my eyes. She was about to die, and I watched her helplessly.

My aunt noticed my expression, drew a sharp breath, and wiped away my tears. She said forcefully, "I don't want to talk. Stop crying from now on and live strong."

Faced with my aunt's rebuke, I hurriedly tried to explain, "But I—"

Not finishing the sentence, Gu Bao abruptly interrupted me saying, "I didn't expect you to encounter this kind of thing. Since you were young, I avoided letting you touch these matters, even sealing your nose with something from Xitian. But I didn't expect you to falter, Yang, and not untie the knot correctly! Let me explain the material you missed. Since fate has led you down this path, I will no longer interfere!"

My aunt's hand left a vivid red mark on my forehead. When her fingers touched it, my vision had never been brighter. Even though my brain was suffocated unintentionally, I felt an extraordinary clarity.

Feeling my body's transformation, I asked, "Grandma, what is this?"

Aunt Zu smiled at me and replied, "I just unlocked your sealed seven apertures and Dantian."

Looking behind my aunt, I curiously asked, "Grandma, is that light behind you glowing?"

My aunt smiled warmly and said, "The light behind me is my life's light. Only the dying glow like this."

"Aunt, where is it?"

My aunt comfortingly clapped her hands and said, "I don't have it! Don't worry!"

Even as the coffin was now before God, I slowly helped my aunt reach Him. She pointed to the eaves and said, "Climb up, take a bamboo ladder, and open the second tile. Inside is a diary. Retrieve it for me."

Deeply worried, I stared at my aunt, but she unexpectedly slapped my hand angrily and urged, "Quickly hurry and go."

I grabbed the bamboo ladder, climbed onto the eaves, and flipped the second tile. Inside, I found a diary wrapped in cloth. I gently extracted it, removed its covering, and handed the black-leathered diary to my aunt.

My aunt held the diary, opened it gently, and closed it in front of Grandma, reading aloud its densely packed words.

She handed the diary back to me and said, "I use ghostly methods to read classical literature, making sure I jot it down in the diary. You should practice it more in the future. Life will get tougher for you—you won't blame me, right?"

Shaking my head, I replied tearlessly, "Aunt, I won't blame you."

Aunt stroked my head and said, "I didn't leave you any gifts. By chance, I found a child who can help solve many of your future challenges." Despite this, Aunt placed a small jar from her pocket into my hand.

My aunt bit my finger, and after I bit hers back, my aunt let our blood drip onto the jar.

The jar emitted a black glow, and a black figure clapped in front of me. Then my aunt covered it with a French stamp.

The black clap gave way to a direct shot into my shadow—I turned back to glance at it.

My aunt chuckled and said, "You should treat him well."

I nodded and agreed with my aunt.

Suddenly, a white photo appeared before me—I thought it was Feng Ming. Without a word from me, my aunt firmly asked, "Demon King Feng Ming, why did you break the seal on the Dao?"

Feng Ming looked up at my aunt coldly and answered, "You still sit here?"

"No one knows your name, but the seal on your appearance as a demon remains intact! This individual was skilled in handling the matter! Everything is fine now, so there's no need to harm the world."

Feng Ming sneered coldly and said, "The one who sealed me is in this young man's body. I can sense the scent of the corpse, which once lay here. I can smell his breath."

Upon hearing this, my aunt's face changed drastically. She said, "You reckless boy! Are you holding shares properly? How could I guide you, only for you not to listen! I said if you were a bad shareholder, you still wouldn't listen!"

I quickly explained, "It wasn't me. I don't know anything. That day, I felt someone controlling my body to unbind the dividend seal."

My aunt resignedly said, "It's fine, it's fine. I believe his powers haven't fully returned. During his recovery period, he shouldn't pose much threat to you in your current peak."

She coughed multiple times, and her face turned pale. Then she retrieved a piece of sheepskin from her bag and said to me, "Go there; it can resolve your body's issues."

Bring it to me.