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"However, now that I have the secret technique of dissolution, as long as I can master it completely, I will not have to worry about these negative effects. I only need to ensure sufficient replenishment to keep up with the consumption."
While pondering, a sudden inspiration flashed through Han Feng's mind.
He picked up the mark of the dissolving technique again, carefully observing the pattern layout and various traces on it, while recalling the meridian and acupoint diagram he had seen in his father's study, comparing them one by one.
Gradually, he began to understand.
"If I am not mistaken, these white lines should represent the meridian pathways of the digestive system, including the stomach and intestines."
"As for these red dots, they should be the locations of acupoints within the corresponding areas."
"I see".
Just then, a familiar yet chaotic sound of footsteps came from outside the wooden house.
"Squeak!"
The tightly closed door was pushed open, and a young man, staggering and reeking of alcohol, walked into the room. His coarse cloth clothes were soaked through by the rain and dripped water as he walked.
His once handsome face, now covered in a beard, looked increasingly haggard and颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, dispirited, or decadent), making him appear somewhat disheveled and wretched.
"Father, you've gone out drinking again." Han Feng frowned slightly and scolded, "The family's decline is not your fault; it's all the work of those despicable bandits. Why do you torment yourself like this?"
"After all, our family still retains its royal status as the King of Yue, even if we're living in a slightly impoverished state."
Upon hearing Han Feng's words, Han Wen suddenly began to sob softly, just like a wronged child.
“But I angered your mother and she left. She went back to her parents’ home and never wanted to come back to take care of my father and me again.”
"No, I'm going to find your mother."
Before Han Feng could react, Han Wen activated his inner strength, burst through the window, and disappeared into the vast rain like an arrow.
"Oh, Dad, you've left me all alone again?" Han Feng called out anxiously at the door, but received no response.
"Really, just because I'm precocious and can take care of myself, you feel free to 'let me grow up freely'."
Han Feng was helpless in the face of such parents. However, in recent months, he had gotten used to this kind of life. After all, their current residence was still within the defense range of Kuaiji, the capital of Yue, so they didn't have to worry about safety for the time being.
"I've heard of the Eight Swords of Yue, left behind by King Goujian of Yue..."
"And the current King of Yue is boundless."
"If I remember correctly, after King Wujiang of Yue died, the Yue Kingdom fell into internal strife and division due to the struggle for the throne, but I don't know the exact year."
Han Feng scratched his head with a wry smile, as he didn't know much about these ancient historical events.
"Alright, while things are still relatively stable, I'll focus on cultivation and improving my self-defense capabilities."
"At worst, we can leave here and seek refuge elsewhere when war breaks out in the future."
Stopping his wild thoughts, Han Feng calmed down, took out the Dissolving Secret Technique Mark again, and carefully studied and comprehended it by the dim candlelight.
Time flies, seasons cycle, and flowers bloom and wither.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Han Feng is now six years old. In this Warring States period, when people married at the age of eleven or twelve, a six-year-old child was already considered half an adult and had the ability to survive independently.
Through three years of immersive training in the Dissolution Technique, Han Feng's physical strength is now comparable to that of an ordinary middle-aged man.
194. The Legend of Yue Maiden A Qing
The internal energy gathered within his dantian was much deeper, almost overflowing.
Because of his strong physique, his height far exceeds that of ordinary children of the same age, almost equivalent to that of a nine- or ten-year-old boy.
His once delicate and youthful face now bears a more resolute look.
Standing in the courtyard, Han Feng held a bamboo scroll letter tightly in his hand. It was engraved with the script of the ancient Yue Kingdom. If he had not studied Yue script since childhood, he probably would not have been able to recognize a single character.
"Honestly, now that I can support myself, they don't bother me anymore."
"That's fine, they have their lives, and I have my own path to walk."
Han Feng casually put down the bamboo slip in his hand, stood still, and pondered deeply about his future path.
Over the past three years, as Han Feng has grown older, he has been exposed to a wealth of information from the outside world. In particular, when he learned about the legendary swordsman of the Yue Kingdom, he felt even greater admiration for him.
"Yue Nu A Qing, whose real name is Zhao Feiyan, is known as the invincible sword immortal in the world."
"With a single sword, he defeated 100,000 soldiers of the Wu Kingdom. Later, he was invited by King Goujian of Yue to teach the Yue army swordsmanship. Even though only 3,000 Yue soldiers grasped the basics of the sword immortal's swordsmanship, it was still enough to dominate the world."
"Three thousand Yue soldiers can conquer Wu!"
The Yue Kingdom once reigned supreme among its peers.
In the era of the invincible swordsman Ah Qing, the Vietnamese army's fighting power was unparalleled, the best in the world. With a mere three thousand soldiers, they could easily destroy a powerful vassal state.
At that time, the State of Yue was feared by all the other states, and its hegemonic status was like that of Qin before it unified the Central Plains.
"The Eight Swords of Yue King—Yanri, Jingni, Xuanjian, Zhengang, Duanshui, Quexie, Zhuanpo, and Miehun—are eight legendary swords, all originating from the Yue Kingdom."
"Legend has it that the swordsmith received guidance from the sword immortal A Qing, which enabled him to forge the Eight Swords of the King of Yue."
"In addition, famous swords such as Zhanlu, Chun Jun, Ju Que, Sheng Xie, Yu Chang, Luan Shen, Long Yuan, and Tai A were all made by master swordsmiths of the Yue Kingdom."
It can be said that it was the swordsmiths of the Yue Kingdom who single-handedly created the famous sword culture of the Central Plains.
therefore,
A new and special profession has emerged: the sword appraiser.
According to Han Feng's past investigations...
The sword appraiser of this generation was named Feng Hu Zi, a native of the State of Chu, and one of the most outstanding sword appraisers in history.
"Yue Nu A Qing truly deserves the title of invincible sword immortal."
"Unfortunately, this is no longer the time of King Goujian of Yue, but the era of King Wujiang of Yue. The Yue Kingdom is already in decline and no longer has the majesty to dominate the world."
Han Feng felt deeply sorry about this.
It is truly regrettable that I was unable to witness the brilliance of the swordsman A Qing in person. The Eight Swords of Yue are now all treasured in the Yue King's Palace.
Few have had the chance to see its true form, including other famous swords such as Juque, Luanshen, and Chun Jun, which are also hidden deep within the palace of the King.
"How exactly did Wujiang pass away?" Han Feng frowned, unable to recall. Wujiang's death was related to the impending internal strife and division within the Yue Kingdom.
As a native of Yue, he had to pay attention to this.
at this time,
Not far away in Kuaiji, the capital of Yue, a series of deep and solemn horn sounds suddenly rang out. The heavy tone was mixed with sorrow, and Han Feng could still faintly hear it despite the distance.
"What happened?"
He knew that during the Warring States period, the sound of a horn in any royal palace could not be easily heard.
195. Cultivating the Frost Technique
Once it sounds, it signifies that a major change is about to occur.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, Han Feng stepped onto the dusty avenue and surged with the crowd toward the capital's announcement site. However, due to his short stature, he could not see anything clearly.
He could only listen intently.
"The King of Yue was defeated and has passed away!"
"The Chu army dared to launch a sneak attack, causing our Yue soldiers to suffer heavy losses."
"And the envoy from Qi..."
Looking at the bustling crowd, some were heartbroken, others were filled with anger.
Han Feng silently turned and left. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: he had to get away from the vicinity of the Yue Kingdom's capital as soon as possible to prevent the outbreak of internal strife and war, which would make this place extremely dangerous.
"The King of Yue died suddenly without having appointed a crown prince."
"The Yue Kingdom is likely heading towards its end."
After a helpless sigh,
He hurriedly returned home, quickly gathered his important belongings, and packed them up on his back.
He then took out a pen and ink, quickly wrote a letter on a piece of cloth, walked to the corner of the room, and handed the letter to a small black bird left by his mother.
"Go, send the letter back as soon as possible."
"Be careful on the road."
The little black bird silently flapped its wings and flew out of the window, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
With this matter settled, Han Feng embarked on his journey without hesitation.
"Before the King of Yue is buried, the Yue Kingdom will not fall into internal strife."
"Given my parents' status, they should be able to handle this properly. Moreover, the struggle for the throne is none of their business. As long as they don't get involved, they'll be fine."
He vividly recalled the division and decline of the Yue Kingdom after this internal strife, only to reappear during the reign of Emperor Wu of Han. And now, it was still the Warring States period, a time of constant warfare.
There are at least another hundred years of turmoil ahead, longer than a human lifespan.
Han Feng shook his head inwardly.
He stopped thinking about it and didn't want to be burdened by the internal strife in Yue. The most exciting and diverse period of the Warring States period was not in Yue, but in the various states of the Central Plains.