The kitchen was on the left side of a row of small houses.

Yang Fei crept closer on tiptoe.

Inside the kitchen, there was no one to be seen.

A kettle of boiling water on the stove was whistling softly.

Yang Fei couldn't help but find it strange.

Where had that odd cook gone?

The back door to the kitchen was slightly ajar, leaving a thin slit open.

Yang Fei quietly made his way through the kitchen's alleyway and peeked out.

Behind the kitchen, there was a small backyard.

In the middle of the yard stood a pear tree; crouching in front of it was the cook, Afu.

His back was spasming violently, his shoulders heaving with each sob.

He rubbed his cheek against the rough tree bark.

"Wuu wuu, brothers, I miss you so much."

"Damn it, what's the point of living like this?"

Yang Fei was shocked.

This unfathomable Afu was actually hiding in the backyard, crying his heart out.

His tears gushed forth, drenching the pear tree's bark, and pitter-pattered onto the ground.

He was crying so sadly.

It was like a child who had lost his companions, as if the whole world had abandoned him.

"Today, I saw that little bastard again."

"Damn it, he's grown up and become even worse."

"When I saw him, I felt so fond of him that I almost exploded with joy."

"Seeing that little bastard, I remembered our brothers at Yinxue Tower, damn it, those damned..."

Afu's tears streamed down his face as he cursed continuously.

Yang Fei was suddenly startled upon hearing the three words "Yinxue Tower."

Wasn't that the legendary first holy land of martial arts?

The earth-shattering Yan Ru Scripture, created by the Martial God himself, was completed at Yinxue Tower.

This person was an old acquaintance of Yinxue Tower?

Yang Fei was dumbfounded, his palms sweating and his breathing quickened.

Legend had it that Yinxue Tower had been struck by thunder and fire, turning into nothingness.

And the former people of Yinxue Tower had either died or vanished, becoming legends within legends.

Yang Fei could have never imagined.

That he would actually meet a legendary figure from Yinxue Tower in this place.

Suddenly, the cook jerked his head up.

He caught a glimpse of Yang Fei and immediately became furious.

"You little bastard, who let you in here?"

While he yelled, he frantically wiped away the tears from his cheeks.

Yang Fei stared at him blankly, "Grandpa Fuu, what's wrong with you?"

"Ptui, am I that old?"

Afu spat disdainfully, then suddenly reached out and made a grabbing motion.

An overwhelming force, without any warning, immobilized Yang Fei's body.

It seemed as though a monstrous power was swirling in the void.

Yang Fei floated midair, unable to move.

Within three meters around him, countless air ions crackled explosively, like a static reaction.

Yet the vast force that was impossible to resist was growing heavier and more majestic.

The Nine Extremes within Yang Fei suddenly activated.

But no matter how he struggled, not a single muscle in his body would budge.

Forget struggling, not even a hair could stir.

At this moment, Yang Fei was just like a fly trapped in amber.

He could only watch the outside world with wide eyes and feel the changes around him.

However, he was utterly incapable of moving or making a sound.

Afu folded his arms behind his back and walked up to Yang Fei, smugly.

"How about that, can't move, can you? Hahaha."

Yang Fei was both shocked and enraged, yet also felt a deep fear.

In this world, there was actually a powerful being like this!

In his presence, let alone Yang Fei.

Even Xue Mingtai and Dragon King, these so-called strong figures, are nothing but children playing house.

Yang Fei's Four Extremes as One within him were all operating to their utmost limit.

He wanted to break free from this invisible and intangible restraint, but it was of no use.

At this moment, Yang Fei had indeed become a fish on the chopping board.

Afu casually broke off a tree branch, walked behind Yang Fei, and chuckled with a "hehe."

"You little rascal have no manners; I'm going to discipline you on behalf of your master," he said.

As he spoke, with a "whoosh," the branch lashed across Yang Fei's buttocks.

The branch in his hand was extraordinarily pliable, seemingly able to snap at a touch.

But when it struck Yang Fei, it was like rods of steel and wire, incredibly painful.

Yet it only hurt the skin without harming the bone.

Yang Fei grimaced in pain, rage bursting in his heart, and yet he was completely powerless to resist.

Humiliation and anger made his eyes seem as if they were about to spew flames.

Afu laughed loudly with a "haha."

"What's the use of glaring, if you have the ability, break through my Absolute Domain!" he said.

"If you can't, just obediently stick out your buttocks and let me have my fun whipping them," he added.

As he spoke, with a few "swish swish" sounds, he whipped Yang Fei's buttocks several times, tossed the branch away, and burst into laughter.

After laughing, Afu walked around to face Yang Fei, looking at him with a smile.

"How about it, want to take revenge?" he asked.

"Remember this, when you have mastered the Nine Extremes, come find me here," he continued.

"I will willingly let you whip me then. If you don't have the ability, don't bother me," he concluded.

Yang Fei's mind stirred.

This Afu seemed to bear him no malice.

Moreover, his expression carried the deep anticipation of an elder for a younger generation.

After finishing his words, Afu's expression returned to the sorrowful look from before, his voice deep.

"Little Bird Yang, remember this, practice the Nine Extremes well, and once you have mastered them, I will take you to Dragon Chant Temple," he said.

"By then you'll understand everything. Don't ask me anything now; I know nothing," he stated.

With that, he turned and left, his figure flickered, and he was up on the wall.

Afu seemed to remember something, then turned around again.

"Oh yes, don't call me Grandpa Fuu; I am your martial uncle," he said.

"What, martial uncle!" exclaimed Yang Fei, his mind greatly shocked.

He had never heard of Shou Jing Gong having any sect brothers.

And the Kung Fu of this martial uncle, compared with his master's, was absolutely worlds apart.

Afu saw the confusion in Yang Fei's eyes and snorted.

"That Old Fox isn't your real master," he said disdainfully.

"Bah, I can't explain it to you," he added.

With that, his figure flickered, and he was outside the wall.

About two or three seconds later, Yang Fei's body finally fell from the air.

He was completely limp, and when he landed, he almost face-planted.

Yang Fei couldn't afford to think too much, he leapt up onto the wall.

He searched eagerly for any trace of Afu.

Alas, beyond the wall lay withered grass and silent poplar trees.

But Afu's figure was already long gone.

Yang Fei was overwhelmed by an indescribable shock.

So, Martial Arts when cultivated to the highest Realm, could actually reach such miraculous stages.

This sort of ability was no different from the Immortals and Buddha in the legends.

And what exactly is Dragon Chant Temple, harboring what great secrets?

Who really is his master?

And this martial uncle, willing to live here in seclusion as one performing Miscellaneous Duties?

Ten years ago, the destruction of Yinxue Tower, was it a natural disaster or a human calamity?

If it was the work of humans, then not even the Divine Skills demonstrated by martial uncle Afu just now could fend it off.

How powerful is the enemy then?

All sorts of questions swirled in Yang Fei's mind.

He desperately wished he could pry open his own head,

To see what secrets were hidden within the fragments of memory.

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