Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 52: Nightmares of Youth, a Song that Sets the Storm

This marvelous Spiritual Treasure is called Misty Flower Satin.

Derived from the concept of seeing flowers in the mist, it can conceal one's appearance and aura. Lower three grades cannot detect any flaws, and even middle three grades would find it difficult to see through without perceptive Divine Abilities or techniques.

It can be said that it has resolved Chen Kuang's urgent situation.

He could almost predict that once he reached the shore, there would be wanted posters everywhere. After all, this time he had offended the Zhou Kingdom, Three Tribulations Sect, Profound Spirit Dao Gate, and even a Martial Saint, a total of four major powers.

The higher echelons of both the secular court and cultivators must have already received relevant information by now.

If Chen Kuang were to walk out so brazenly, it wouldn't be long before he found himself back in prison.

Now that he had this marvelous Spiritual Treasure, he saved himself a lot of trouble.

As for Chu Wenruo and her daughter, he wasn't particularly worried.

With Qing Cuo, an undercover agent who hadn't revealed any flaws for ten years, it would be much easier for them to conceal their whereabouts.

Thinking of this, Chen Kuang took out a small wooden plaque that Qing Cuo had given him.

The plaque was only one inch square, very tiny.

There was a character "zheng" written on it.

At the time, Qing Cuo told him that if he encountered someone claiming to be "Tu Zhengguan" on the road, that person would be an ally and he could seek their help.

This indicated that besides the Huo Family Army, Huo Hengxuan had secretly cultivated another unknown force.

If he wanted to make contact and meet up, he would probably have to rely on them later.

Chen Kuang put away the wooden plaque and placed it on the small table with the relic. He quickly changed into a new set of clothes, leaned against the cabin, and sat on the bed.

He had no intention of forcing himself anymore. Listening to the shallow sound of the bamboo swaying on the river and the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air, his eyelids finally began to fight.

At this moment, Chen Kuang realized that it had been exactly nine days since he woke up from his transmigration. He had hardly slept at all.

There were no enemies to disturb him on this boundless Wen Si River.

He finally had the chance to let his guard down and sink into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he relived the nightmares of his youth.

Around the time Chen Kuang entered junior high school, his impoverished family finally saw some improvement. His father engaged in some small business ventures and managed them well, so they demolished their old house and built a new one on their own land.

However, even though the house was legally built within their own land, it was reported by their fellow villagers as an illegal construction.

Without any hesitation, the people who came commanded a bulldozer to knock down the walls of his house.

At that time, his father was away in a border city for business, and his mother tried to reason with them but to no avail. Instead, she was mocked by the person who reported them, saying that they were destined to live in a poor house for the rest of their lives.

In an instant, this gentle woman's eyes turned red, and she rushed forward to protect the unfinished cement walls.

With a loud bang, Chen Kuang, who had just returned home from school, witnessed his mother being crushed to death between the wall and the bulldozer.

Chen Kuang grabbed a nearby shovel and smashed the heads of several onlookers before being detained.

His father stayed up for three days, rushing back by plane and bus, exhausted both physically and mentally. In the end, he silently passed away in a taxi.

When Chen Kuang was released from the detention center, he had no family left and was expelled from school due to his criminal record.

The only, most profound memory he had was the dinner that night, tomato and scrambled eggs.

Poverty and injustice were once Chen Kuang's nightmares.

They were also the reason why he empathized so much with the original body and didn't mind the lingering emotional baggage.

"But... it's different now."

Chen Kuang opened his eyes in a daze, took a deep breath, and sat up in one swift motion, casting aside the emotions from his dream.

Before he died, he had already avenged the enemy's family - when they were living a carefree life overseas.

The nightmare that had haunted him for over ten years since he was young finally ended when he ate the tomato and scrambled eggs in front of the enemy's corpse.

"Huh?"

Chen Kuang was surprised as he examined himself and discovered that after this comfortable sleep, he had broken through another barrier.

The second acupoint had opened.

Now, he only lacked one more acupoint before he could attempt to break through to the Innate Realm.

"The Embryonic Breathing Technique, it has always been in C!"

Chen Kuang felt refreshed and invigorated. At this speed, if he could safely continue like this for a few hundred years, it wouldn't be impossible for him to directly break through to the Saint level.

Unfortunately... there were always people who didn't want to let him continue like this!

Chen Kuang dressed neatly and lifted the curtain of the cabin. It was still gloomy outside.

He didn't know how long the Wen Si boat had been sailing on the river, but now there was a fine drizzle falling from the sky.

The fog became thicker, and only the one lamp that illuminated the surroundings and a faint illusion-like warmth remained.

The straw-hatted fisherman who was still standing at the bow of the boat saw him come out and turned one fish eye towards him from under his hat.

"Did you sleep well?"

Chen Kuang smiled and said, "Not bad, thanks for your hospitality, Senior Brother."

Wen Si continued to look at him, his fish eye rolling around, and he curiously said, "This river had a strange occurrence before I came. The first person to cross the river would often dream of their appearance at the moment of death, as if they were Wen Si."

"Therefore, I feel a connection with this river and gave it my name."

"Did Junior Brother dream of anything?"

Chen Kuang was taken aback. So that's how it was...

He thought, why would he dream of that time?

"I did dream, but it wasn't the appearance of my death."

It wasn't the appearance of this body's death, but the appearance of his previous life's death.

Chen Kuang pondered.

Doesn't that mean that perhaps this body won't die?

Or maybe he simply can't foresee how he will die?

"Junior Brother is indeed extraordinary."

Wen Si muttered to himself, then said, "If you feel that there is something missing, just think about it in your heart, and it will naturally appear."

Chen Kuang raised an eyebrow. It seemed that Senior Brother's boat was also a rare treasure.

He thought for a moment and sat at the stern with the dragon jaw qin in his arms.

The music score had actually been lost a long time ago, but he remembered its contents very clearly. However, in these years, the original body had hardly touched it.

Since he gained notoriety and was framed, the original body understood that these outstanding things were not suitable for him, so he almost sealed the music score and only secretly practiced when he had the itch.

Chen Kuang took a deep breath and plucked the strings.

"Zing—"

The sound of the qin floated above the river, and the lingering sound filled the air.

The Prelude to the Water Melody.

Chen Kuang closed his eyes, regained the familiar melody of his body, and calmed his emotions.

...

Two days later.

The river surged, and the wind and rain were dark.

A small boat swayed in the waves, and at the stern sat a blindfolded white-clad qin player. His slender fingers clearly showed the joints as he plucked the strings, and a deep and melancholic melody arose.

"Zing—"

The sound of the qin spread across the river.

In an instant, centered around the small boat, a strange ripple spread outward, and an invisible force like a giant hand instantly smoothed the waves on the river's surface.

Chen Kuang opened his eyes and left that mysterious state, his gaze filled with surprise.

He succeeded!

At this moment, a voice suddenly exclaimed.

"Fellow Daoist, what a great piece!"

Chen Kuang looked up and saw that the thick fog suddenly dispersed, revealing a tall building-like ship in front of him. Several cultivators stood on it, their gazes stunning.

Among them was a young girl, dressed in a light yellow long dress, with black hair and fair skin. Her bright and charming eyes stared unblinkingly at Chen Kuang's face.

Chen Kuang was taken aback, vaguely feeling that she looked somewhat familiar...

(End of this chapter)