Snowflakes fell in abundance, coating the entire Datong Mountain in a pristine white as if dressed in silver.
By the end of November, Northern Zhou, located in the Northern Land, had welcod its snowscape early.
Feng Jiu, holding a pale yellow paper umbrella, slowly walked down the mountain path. The students he passed along the way couldn’t help but step aside to clear the path for this brother whose status was soaring day by day.
More than a year had passed since he obtained the power of the "Black Heaven Book," and during this year, after gaining Martial Arts, Feng Jiu truly began to reveal the talents previously hidden. His Martial Arts Realm advanced by leaps and bounds, and even so of the graduated seniors couldn’t match him.
Moreover, beyond Martial Arts, Feng Jiu’s ans of making connections were not weak either. After acquiring a foundation for self-preservation with Martial Arts, Feng Jiu completely shed his past cynicism and got along well with most students at the Academy, gradually gathering a large group of people around him to boost his montum.
Aside from the head disciple of the Academy, Feng Qiwu, Feng Jiu could be considered the leader of the students. And compared to the aloof Feng Qiwu, the more down-to-earth Feng Jiu seed more popular.
However, Feng Jiu, who was secretly acknowledged as the head of the Academy’s students, appeared sowhat restrained when he arrived at a particular residence at the foot of Datong Mountain.
Although it wasn’t obvious on the surface, a careful observer would notice that upon entering the residence, Feng Jiu restrained the commanding presence he normally had in the Academy, subconsciously lowering his posture, with shorter strides.
"That man has beco even more terrifying." As soon as he entered, Feng Jiu felt an oppressive heaviness reminding him of the dreadfulness of the master inside the residence and...
his supre control over him.
Nearly a year of laissez-faire developnt had nurtured Feng Jiu into an exceptional individual with an aura that was hard to stand beneath, yet before he even saw the man, his heart was already empty. His aura, beliefs, all disappeared into nothingness, leaving only reverence and fear.
With a complicated mix of more reverence or fear, Feng Jiu stepped into the open-air courtyard.
At that mont, fine snowflakes continued to drift down from the sky, but as soon as they approached within three feet of the figure in black clothes, they seed to fall upon an invisible wall of utmost smoothness, sliding down its curvature.
The man sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, one hand resting on a stone table, engrossed in a bamboo scroll. A small teapot and two cups were also placed on the table.
The small teapot sat on the frigid stone table, yet steam gently rose from its spout as if an invisible stove was heating it from below.
Witnessing this scene, Feng Jiu’s pupils slightly constricted. Afterward, he slowly bowed respectfully, "Brother ng."
Even though it was an equal form of address, Feng Jiu placed himself in a lower stance. The pressing weight in his heart constantly reminded him that he and the other person were not equals.
"You’ve arrived," Qing Yu raised his head, "Sit."
"The tea has just heated up as well."
"You..." Feng Jiu lifted his head, but was t with a completely unfamiliar face. The person sitting there was not the ng De he expected, but a young man who appeared to be just eighteen or nineteen years old.
Qing Yu chuckled lightly as he touched his face, "Do you feel very unfamiliar with this face of mine?"
"Actually, I’m a bit unfamiliar with it myself, even though it’s my own face."
With a self-mocking laugh, Qing Yu didn’t know how long it had been since he last showed his true face. Although it had been only a year and a half since he left Yang City, during this ti, the number of tis Qing Yu saw his own original face was extrely few.
Whether it was the disguise of a false face or the bronze mask, wearing them for too long might even make one forget their own appearance.
Breath slightly exhaled, suppressing the shock in his heart, Feng Jiu knew about the man called "ng De" who could perform miraculous Disguise Techniques, blending truth with falsity, but he had not realized that even ng De’s face was a fabrication.
The real "ng De" turned out to be such a young youth. Yes, the other party looked barely twenty years old, and calling him a young man was by no ans an exaggeration.
"How should I address you?" Feng Jiu looked at Qing Yu and asked earnestly.
"Just call ’Gong Ziyu,’" replied Qing Yu, "I am still rather fond of this na."
Qing Yu did not reveal his true na; showing his true face was one thing, but revealing his true na was another.
A year and a half had passed, and Qing Yu’s features had changed considerably as he grew, making him difficult to recognize by unfamiliar people. As for those familiar with Qing Yu, there were very few, perhaps none at all. Maybe Li Xin counted as half.
Of course, the most important reason was that Qing Yu now had the strength to reveal his face. This point was especially significant.
But revealing his real na was different. Combined with his young age, one could easily make the connection to the Xuanfa Disciple who was said to be dead.
"Yes, Gong Ziyu, I have seen you."
Even though he strongly suspected that this famous na in the worldly society was still a pseudonym, Feng Jiu did not voice any doubts.
Seeing this long-lost man, a powerful intuition surged in Feng Jiu’s heart, realizing the terror of the other and the complete control he had over him.
Qing Yu just smiled slightly at Feng Jiu’s lowly stance.
He knew the emotions in Feng Jiu’s heart, as Feng Jiu, still in the Innate Stage, couldn’t block the insights of the "Heavenly Son’s Qi Observation Skill."
Moreover, through the connection between Tribulation Master and Tribulation Slave, this insight was more direct, clearer, and deeper.
Correspondingly, Feng Jiu could also sense the terror of Qing Yu.
The "Black Heaven Book," true to its na as a Four-star Martial Art, had developed to such an extent after advancing to the Divine Origin Realm that once the Tribulation Master reached the Divine Origin Realm, the Tribulation Slave had literally no escape. Even if a Monk Yu were willing to help Feng Jiu now, he couldn’t sever the link between Feng Jiu and Qing Yu.
"You’re here to replenish your True Qi," Qing Yu said with a teasing smile.
After a long ti allowed to roam, Feng Jiu inevitably developed so thoughts he shouldn’t have, sothing that repeated hypnosis could hardly change.
If not for the faint resistance that had developed towards Qing Yu, Feng Jiu wouldn’t have waited until today to see him. Qing Yu had been at the foot of Datong Mountain for almost a month now.
"Please forgive , the Academy has a rest only once a month, I..."
"No need to explain," Qing Yu interrupted Feng Jiu with a wave of his hand.
A rest just once a month, prohibiting departure from the mountain—that was a problem for ordinary students, but not for Feng Jiu.
After all, Jin Mingxuan had often slipped out of the mountain unnoticed, let alone Feng Jiu. With his current status, even if he blatantly left the mountain, as long as he had a plausible reason, he could get direct approval from a lecturer.
Rest days were just an excuse.
Realizing this, Feng Jiu, who was deeply aware of Qing Yu’s strength, cursed himself inwardly for being so muddled earlier.
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