Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

I buried my aunt's body in front of the grave and respectfully shook it a few times. My aunt was like a great mountain—when I was just born, I grew up on a mountain, like a piece of wood. My aunt shielded me from harm, defending me against others' attacks. She protected me so I wouldn't grow up thinking I'd lost my surname.

The clothes from home appeared directly before me. I took one look, and they quietly drifted behind me—not speaking, not saying a word. They followed me silently. They knew I didn't need consolation right now; I needed peace.

Before I even realized it, I was back home, looking for my aunt. My young self reached out to touch my face—it felt different. After that, I had no choice but to catch my breath and keep moving forward. I had no idea where I was going or where I might end up.

As I wandered aimlessly down the road, my uncle drove his little personal car toward me. I lowered my head, avoiding looking ahead, and continued walking slowly. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥

Fortunately, my uncle was a skilled driver, stopping his car a meter before me. He angrily stepped out of the car. Upon seeing me—a mere child—he lightly waved his hand at me.

I heard the sound and hesitated, slowly bending down. My uncle looked at me, smiled, and said, "I feel like now's the time for you to really take a look at yourself."

I was scared to face my uncle. I felt a bit stunned—my appearance, the way I originally looked, why could my uncle recognize me?

In a low voice, I asked my uncle, "How did you recognize me?"

Uncle Ling Heng reprimanded me, saying, "You have a scar on the back of your neck—it's from when you were little and tried to compete with your brother." I touched the scar on the back of my neck, and memories of the New Year surfaced—the time my brother came back! I had chased after my brother and fallen cautiously onto a rock. The stone had pressed into my neck, leaving that scar. My aunt had noticed, her eyes turning red, grabbing a broom and chasing my brother around the yard.

I smiled at the poignant memory; those were beautiful moments. My uncle pulled a business card out of his wallet and placed a thousand yuan into my hand.

He told me, "The person on this card is a dear friend of mine. He's connected to the monastery. If you truly find yourself with nowhere to go, seek him out. You can use this thousand yuan to get food on your journey."

I glanced at the business card in my hand. It read: Tianjin Ling Yuan Incident Office.

With tears in my eyes, I nodded. My uncle gently touched my shoulder and said in a deep voice, "I want you to promise me one thing—no matter what happens in the future, do not stray onto a bad path. No theft, no robbery. If you ever take such actions, no matter where you are, I'll find you, and you'll face my beloved fists."

I stepped back slightly, pretending to relax, and responded, "No problem! What's your favorite punch drink? I couldn't bear it. Look at the sky—it's sunrise now!"

I wanted to say goodbye to my uncle, so I avoided any further conversation. My uncle noticed my unusual demeanor, patting my head and saying, "When you truly succeed, come back here and look toward home. I'll be here with your aunt, waiting for you. Go on! Don't look back—march forward boldly."

I nodded and focused on proceeding slowly.

I listened to my uncle's words, not looking back, as I strode forward. However, after some distance, I couldn't help but turn around. My uncle still stood there, silently watching me. When I looked back at him again, my uncle gave me a gentle wave.

I kept moving forward. This time, without looking back. I kept moving forward, though I didn't expect I'd return three years later.

Eventually, I trudged toward the city. The city was close to our village—it only took me twenty minutes to arrive. As I walked, there was a flash of white in front of me. It was Feng Ming. Feng Ming had resumed the size of her white dog form.

Perhaps Feng Ming sensed my poor mood right now, so she quietly followed behind without speaking.

The sun rose in the east. I hadn't slept all night. I didn't like sleeping in Silk Corner. My mind was alert. After taking a few steps within Lianping County, exhaustion hit me. I even managed to walk as far as the station. I didn't stop at Silk Corner along the way.

Perhaps it was because I had opened the Seven Aperture Points and activated my Dantian for you!

I bought a ticket to Tianjin, sat in the last seat, pulled the curtain aside, and took my grandmother's notebook out of my wallet.

The notebook was covered in beautiful handwriting, written delicately in pencil by my grandmother.

Following the memories recorded in the notebook, I gently sat cross-legged. I felt my Dantian's position.

As I became aware of my Dantian's location, I tried to absorb the world's spiritual power to fill my Dantian. But each time I filled it halfway, the bottomless abyss within the Dantian would consume the energy I had painstakingly gathered.

I found myself puzzled by its nature. As I opened my grandmother's notebook, I noticed there were no recordings inside.

"Dante didn't cultivate any spiritual energy."

I felt a wave of exhaustion washing over me like a tide. My head rested against the window, and I fell into a deep sleep.

In my dreams, I opened my eyes again. Before me stood someone who looked identical to me—except for the color of his hair.

I grinned at him. His head was full of white hair. He gazed at me and asked, "How long will it take for you to regain your strength?"

The white-haired man stopped smiling. He paused, seeming to ponder, before saying, "At least a hundred years."

I appeared perplexed, not even concerned about eating, and replied, "In these hundred years, I'd already die! You're here to find me?"

I stared at the white-haired man, feeling intellectually slow. The white-haired man burst into hearty laughter.

He extended his hand, which was shrouded in black mist. Smiling faintly, he said, "Don't worry—I won't let you die."

I locked eyes on the hand of black mist belonging to the white-haired man. Instinctively retreating, the white-haired man suddenly appeared in front of me.

His hand slapped directly on my Dantian, and as his hand landed on my abdomen, I felt an obstructed, turbulent force boiling within my stomach. The Dantian was in extreme pain. I spat out a mouthful of blood. Wiping the corner of my lips, I looked at the white-haired man and said, "Why do I feel such intense pain—even when I'm dreaming?"

The white-haired man retracted his hand and replied, "Because you're not dreaming—this wasn't in your dreams! I merely dragged you into the abyss by force."

"Did I really vomit just now?"

The white-haired man nodded. I looked at him, rendered speechless. I kept mulling over the urge to defeat him then and there.

The white-haired man fixed his gaze on mine, smilingly said, "Do you know what I would do if you dared to glare at me like this before I was sealed? I would slice your flesh into pieces and sell them for one US dollar inch by inch."

I laughed first, saying, "You're bringing that up—again! So wouldn't I die in the process, wouldn't I?"

Once he heard me threatening him, he sneered at me, saying, "You're the first to dare threaten me in this way. But I must admit—I lack patience for you! You've already replaced your prime years with Dharma energy. Your body can no longer absorb the essence of the heavens and earth. It only absorbs Yin Qi. But you must heed this—the Yin Qi is a double-edged sword. If you absorb its pressure, compromising your Yang Qi, then we would be truly bound together."

Despite everything, the white-haired man waved his hand. I suddenly held a fan ticket in my hands. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself still on the bus, drenched in sweat. Everyone around me stared intensely, scrutinizing me. I lowered my eyes and saw traces of blood on my clothing.

It only caused a serious panic.

Ketchup. It was ketchup splattered!

Everyone turned their doubtful gazes toward me, speaking tentatively as they leaned slightly forward. I feared I might suffer from some illness that would harm them. Even the people sitting in front of me, where there were still many vacant seats ahead, seemed unsettled.

Looking around, noticing no one near me—I was no longer in the cinema. I slowly shut my eyes and drifted into sleep once more.