Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 1: Tomato and Egg Stir-Fry with Steamed Buns

"Beep... Beep..."

Chen Kuang's wrist trembled as he flipped the spatula, carefully paying attention to the doneness of the tomato and egg stir-fry.

With his phone tucked to the side of his head, he waited for the call to be answered on the other end.

"Beep—Hello, this is the Public Security Command Center, please speak."

A soft, pleasant, formulaic female voice.

Heh...

Chen Kuang smiled, turned off the gas stove, and poured the tomato and egg stir-fry onto a plate.

Taking a pair of chopsticks, he carried the plate and walked into the living room, gently placing it on the coffee table.

Then, he sat down on the sofa.

Perhaps hearing laughter, the operator hesitated, "Hello, may I ask what you need?"

Chen Kuang picked up a chopstick and tasted the tomato and egg stir-fry. It had the perfect combination of color, fragrance, and taste. It was indeed the most perfect one he had made so far, and his somewhat empty mood instantly improved.

"Do you like tomato and egg stir-fry?"

He asked.

"Sir, making malicious calls to the public security hotline can result in detention."

"Well, I just asked casually, it shouldn't be that serious, right? I really have something to report."

"Please explain the situation as soon as possible."

"Alright... I want to turn myself in, I killed three people."

"What?"

Chen Kuang lowered his head and glanced at his clothes below his waist, which were soaked in dark red. When he was moving around and cooking earlier, blood stains were left all over the floor.

And on the sofa and the floor next to it, there were a middle-aged man and two young men.

The three of them were already fast asleep, immersed in a baby-like slumber.

Chen Kuang felt dizzy from lack of oxygen. He reported an address and leaned back:

"You will soon know why... I posted everything online, about a murder case seventeen years ago. Even if it's deleted, someone will help me spread it... cough... ha..."

"Sir? Sir?!"

Chen Kuang pressed his thumb and hung up the phone.

He curled up the corners of his mouth, a bloody and sweet taste surged up his throat.

It felt like his lungs had been punctured...

In the suffocation, he sank into darkness.

...

In the 1135th year of the Cangyuan era, Liang was destroyed by Zhou.

The Black Armor Army broke through the capital of Liang, the Liang Emperor was beheaded, and more than 2,600 people in the imperial palace, including General Huo Hengxuan, were captured and imprisoned in the dungeons of the Liang capital.

The dark dungeon was located underground, with an oil lamp lit every ten feet in the corridor.

The air was heavy and damp, with a strong smell of decay and stench, even the flames seemed to be dying.

The soldier who temporarily acted as a jailer opened the heavy iron door at the end, allowing a trace of cold wind and rain from the outside to enter, causing the air to circulate.

"Hurry up! Who do you think you are, a general? Get in!"

"Smack!"

Sergeant Li Erhuang scolded and kicked the disheveled old man into the cell.

The old man's hands and feet were all cut off, and the chains pierced through his rib bones, leaving him covered in blood and flesh.

"Cough... uh... cough..."

The old man coughed weakly on the ground, his whole body covered in bruises, and his wounds were deep enough to see the bones.

He tried to get up, but without hands and feet, he struggled for a moment before slipping on the filth on the ground.

The soldiers burst into laughter.

Li Erhuang took a steamed bun out of his lunchbox and threw it at the old man's head.

The withered steamed bun bounced and rolled to the side, scattering crumbs all over the floor.

The old man saw the steamed bun and immediately crawled over, tremblingly picking it up with his wrist, wolfing it down, almost choking.

"Hahaha, Li Tou'er, you have a good aim!"

"What kind of Liang's killing god, more like a dog!"

The jailers laughed and continued to distribute the steamed buns.

In the next cell, there was a court musician.

Before the fall of the city, the Liang Emperor was still enjoying music and dance in the Jinghe Hall!

This musician was also unlucky. After witnessing the Liang Emperor's beheading and the killing of his colleagues, he was scared to the point of paralysis and had been in a fever-induced coma in the cell for three days.

Li Erhuang thought to himself that after three days without water, this musician should have died.

Just in time to collect the body...

But when he walked to the cell door, he saw a young man in a rough white linen robe standing straight in the center of the cell. In the dim light, his eyes were as chilling as cold stars, half hidden and half revealed.

At first glance, he even looked like a vengeful ghost from a play!

Li Erhuang was startled and shouted sternly,

"Are you a human or a ghost?!"

"Li Tou'er, what are you saying?" "Isn't this still the blind man? Where is there a ghost?" The soldiers were confused.

- Court musicians have a chance to glimpse the secrets of the palace, and combined with their blindness, it enhances their hearing sensitivity, so they must be blind people who have been trained since childhood.

Li Erhuang took a closer look and saw a young man with a lowered head. His thin face vaguely revealed handsome features, but his eyes were empty and unfocused. He was indeed the blind man.

This person is actually still alive, but judging from his dazed appearance, he might have been burned stupid!

"Phew..." He breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard his subordinates snickering, which made him annoyed.

"Hey, blind man, come over and eat!"

Li Erhuang knocked on the railing and saw the young man slowly approaching.

His eyes shifted, and he secretly spat on the steamed bun in his hand before extending it.

The soldiers behind him saw this and started teasing and laughing.

Obviously, teasing this "blind man" was also a great amusement for them.

Although he expected that when he opened his eyes again, he would either be in a hospital or in a prison cell, he didn't expect it to be in this way...

Chen Kuang lowered his gaze, and in the lower right corner of his field of vision, there were a few lines of small characters.

If you didn't pay attention, you might even think it was an illusion.

[You have digested the elixir of immortality and gained the passive skill "Flesh Reishi": Your flesh can regenerate almost infinitely, comparable to the essence of heaven and earth. Consuming it can prolong life and heal diseases.]

[Your eye disease has been completely cured, and you have gained the passive skill "Insightful Gaze": Your vision has greatly improved, and you can see through all illusions and disguises.]

[You spend the whole day doing nothing but eating and sleeping, like a pure child, and gain the passive skill "Embryonic Breathing Technique": The way of the Dao is natural and effortless. Every breath you take is a circulation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.]

[You have successfully condensed the first Qi acupoint, reaching the Ninth Grade Meridian Opening Realm, and gained the passive skill "Acupoint Reversal": All your acupoints are disordered and completely different from ordinary people.]

This is the Goldfinger that came with him when he transmigrated...

It records the events he experiences every day and turns them into a passive status bar.

Although his life has been relatively dull in recent years, he still reads novels to pass the time and quickly accepted reality.

And another set of memories.

Same name, same surname. When he was six years old, his family was poor. His parents blinded his eyes and sold him to a musician as an apprentice in exchange for a bushel of rice.

A bushel of rice...

In this era, it can barely feed a family of three for a month.

Entering the palace, silence, finally being praised by Emperor Liang, he thought he had finally found hope.

And then... the country was destroyed.

Chen Kuang frowned. He had no memory of the so-called "elixir of immortality."

In his memory, he and a group of musicians were summoned by Emperor Liang to perform in the Jinghe Hall.

After the performance, Emperor Liang bestowed fine wine upon them, and he drank...

And then, there was no "and then."

When he opened his eyes again, he was firmly pinned to the ground by the invading soldiers in the palace.

Around him, the body parts of other musicians were scattered on the ground...

On the throne, Emperor Liang sat askew, already without a head.

The original body was scared to death, and he had a fever for three days in the cell before dying on the spot, giving Chen Kuang a chance to be reborn.

"Dead blind man, did you really burn yourself stupid?!"

Li Erhuang cursed twice.

Only then did Chen Kuang reach out and pretended to grope, expressionless, and took the steamed bun.

His gaze fell on the sticky yellow phlegm dripping from the steamed bun. He paused for a moment, calmly peeled off the bun skin.

The soldiers moved on to the next cell...

In the cell, there was a queen and a little princess from the Liang Kingdom.

The malicious men surrounded them and played with them for a while, seeming to have some scruples and not daring to really make a move.

The beautiful Liang Kingdom Queen refused to yield and only got half a steamed bun. When the soldiers left, she hugged the four-year-old princess and cried bitterly.

She cried for who knows how long, her expression changing several times, and finally seemed to make a decision. Her eyes became lifeless as she looked outside the cell.

The little princess was starving and grabbed the steamed bun and started gnawing on it.

But because she was teething, it was very difficult for her to gnaw. After gnawing for a long time, she only managed to wet the bun skin.

She looked up and saw tears on the woman's face. She reluctantly broke off a piece and handed it to the Liang Kingdom Queen, wiping her tears with her small palm.

"Mother, you eat, don't cry."

She looked serious, "When you're full... you won't cry anymore."

The Liang Kingdom Queen was taken aback, subconsciously swallowed her saliva, but then shook her head and smiled softly, "Ying'er, be good, mother is not hungry..."

"Snap!"

The Liang Kingdom Queen was stunned, but saw a steamed bun with a pockmarked surface rolling over.

"It's for you."

She turned her head and could only see the young man half-sitting in the darkness, unable to see his expression clearly.

PS: End of this chapter.