Rebirth of the Peak Young Master Chapter 740 740 No Records

I buried my aunt's body in front of the grave and respectfully shook it a few tis. 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 from harm, defending against others' attacks. She protected so I wouldn't grow up thinking I'd lost my surna.

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

Before I even realized it, I was back ho, 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 . I lowered my head, avoiding looking ahead, and continued walking slowly.

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

I heard the sound and hesitated, slowly bending down. My uncle looked at , smiled, and said, "I feel like now's the ti 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 ?

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

Uncle Ling Heng reprimanded , 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 mories of the New Year surfaced—the ti my brother ca 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 mory; those were beautiful monts. My uncle pulled a business card out of his wallet and placed a thousand yuan into my hand.

He told , "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 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 deanor, patting my head and saying, "When you truly succeed, co back here and look toward ho. 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 so distance, I couldn't help but turn around. My uncle still stood there, silently watching . When I looked back at him again, my uncle gave a gentle wave.

I kept moving forward. This ti, 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 twenty minutes to arrive. As I walked, there was a flash of white in front of . It was Feng Ming. Feng Ming had resud 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 . 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 mories recorded in the notebook, I gently sat cross-legged. I felt my Dantian's position.

As I beca aware of my Dantian's location, I tried to absorb the world's spiritual power to fill my Dantian. But each ti I filled it halfway, the bottomless abyss within the Dantian would consu 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 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 stood soone who looked identical to —except for the color of his hair.

I grinned at him. His head was full of white hair. He gazed at 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 ?"

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 .

His hand slapped directly on my Dantian, and as his hand landed on my abdon, I felt an obstructed, turbulent force boiling within my stomach. The Dantian was in extre 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 rely 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 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 threatening him, he sneered at , saying, "You're the first to dare threaten in this way. But I must admit—I lack patience for you! You've already replaced your pri 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 stared intensely, scrutinizing . 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 , speaking tentatively as they leaned slightly forward. I feared I might suffer from so illness that would harm them. Even the people sitting in front of , where there were still many vacant seats ahead, seed unsettled.

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