Atlas of Heaven and Man

On the sixth day of the new year, Chen Chuan woke up early from his sleep. With the relaxation of the past two days, the effects of the memory potion resurfaced once again.

This time, the image of the light brown-haired woman appeared again. She was standing with her arms crossed, talking to someone else.

The other person exuded the aura of a corporate executive, with a very serious expression, as if he was admonishing or persuading.

He didn't know where this was, but it seemed to be on some kind of trestle bridge. Red lanterns floated in the sky, and occasionally the sound of firecrackers could be heard.

He glanced at it. Was this during the New Year? No wonder this memory surfaced at this time.

His mother in this life seemed to be leaning on a railing to the side, not listening to their conversation, only the woman's irritable voice occasionally reaching him.

After a while, the woman walked back angrily. The corporate executive seemed to want to chase after her, but his mother in this life stepped forward, blocking him. In the end, the man did not chase after her, but turned and left.

After the man left, his mother and the brown-haired woman began to talk, and walked to the edge of a cliff. He didn't recognize where this was, but he noted the words on the nearby cliff face, intending to look them up after returning to Central City.

At this time, the content of their conversation caught his attention.

Although the two had said a lot of things before, the woman had never mentioned anything about her identity or origin. But this time, the woman said that she would not be returning to the company.

He pondered. From this, it seemed that the woman's identity might be a high-level executive of some company, and his mother in this life might be responsible for her security. However, it was still unclear which company it was.

But thinking of the card left by his parents in this life, there might be some connection between the two.

Just as he was thinking, the sporadic sound of firecrackers rang out again outside.

He glanced at it, got out of bed, and decided not to waste his energy guessing for now. Specific clues should become clear as more memories surfaced.

After getting dressed, he went out to wash up. He had to visit Cheng Zitong's house for the New Year today, so he had to leave early.

During the New Year festival in Da Shun, Gong Zhanxin, the direct heir of the former royal family of the Outer Islands, personally visited the main branch of the Billow Pavilion on Erwen Island at the request of the Ferris Wheel Company.

Accompanied by several retainers and members of the High Heaven Sect, he entered the pavilion under the watchful eyes of a group of martial arts-clad disciples of the fighting hall.

An hour later, he walked out of the pavilion and said to the representative of the Ferris Wheel Company waiting outside: "Pavilion Master Feng He has agreed to send Jian Cheng Sheng, his most prized disciple of this generation."

"Most prized?"

The Ferris Wheel Company representative couldn't help but question: "Shouldn't it be the most outstanding?"

The retainer Gang Yingzhuo, who was standing beside him, sternly said: "Please watch your words, standing before you is the current head of the Gong family, Lord Gong Wang."

The company representative bowed and said: "Please forgive me, I have no intention of disrespecting the Gong family."

Gong Zhanxin didn't mind. He maintained his elegant demeanor and said with a smile: "The envoy is here for the company's affairs, for the welfare of the Outer Islands, our goals are the same."

"Thank you for your understanding, Lord."

Gong Zhanxin said: "I did initially want Pavilion Master Feng He to send his most outstanding disciple."

"Then why didn't Pavilion Master Feng He agree?"

Under Gang Yingzhuo's glaring gaze once again, the company representative took the initiative to apologize, bowing again and saying: "Lord, please forgive me, I am just a little anxious, because this time the target is different, we have already failed before, and we don't want to make the Lord travel here again because of this."

Gong Zhanxin said: "Thank you for your consideration, but..." He said without hesitation: "Although the Gong family still has some influence, it does not have absolute control over the Billow Pavilion. The Billow Pavilion is willing to give us face because they are willing to honor this commitment. I cannot make decisions on their behalf."

The company representative thought for a moment, then looked up and said: "Can't it be changed?"

Gong Zhanxin shook his head gently.

"Understood, I will report to the company truthfully." After saying that, the company representative left with his men.

After he left, Gang Yingzhuo held his sword and turned back, "Lord, this company representative is too impolite, they clearly need the Lord to come forward, yet they still disrespect the Lord so much."

Gong Zhanxin seemed to see it very clearly, "Isn't this obvious? If they really respected me, I wouldn't have to come here according to their wishes."

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the Billow Pavilion, and said faintly: "Even the Billow Pavilion, aren't they also using our Gong family's name as a shield? They are not as loyal as they appear to be."

Gang Yingzhuo said angrily: "A bunch of traitors and rebels."

"Gang Ying, you don't understand. On the Outer Islands, anyone who can survive from the old era and still live well, which one doesn't carry stains and shame? Just like you and me."

Gong Zhanxin sighed and said: "Loyal and righteous people are long gone."

After the Ferris Wheel Company representative returned to the ship at the port, he immediately began to send telegrams. The head office received the message shortly after.

After careful evaluation, they felt that this candidate was feasible, because theoretically, this was already the most suitable person that the Billow Pavilion could send at the moment.

Some of the older disciples of the Billow Pavilion were either famous or had already entered the Fusion Land. The former would definitely be closely monitored if they entered Da Shun, while the latter were carrying out tasks and it would be difficult for them to return for a while.

But for Jian Cheng Sheng, it was different. He didn't have much fame outside, but that didn't mean he lacked strength. Since he achieved some success at the age of fourteen, he had been challenging famous figures all over the Outer Ocean Island Countries, but only using aliases. This was rare because in the Outer Ocean, people often went to extremes to gain fame.

He initially suffered many defeats, but since the age of fifteen, he had never lost once. It was said that even among his fellow disciples, he rarely met his match. Sending this disciple from the Wavebreak Hall could not be said to be without sincerity.

On the southern beach of Erwen Island, a young man who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old stood on a reef by the sea, holding the long sword at his waist with one hand, watching the oncoming waves.

He wore his hair in a topknot and was dressed in ancient clothes from a bygone era. The blue robe billowed in the sea breeze. His skin was relatively rough, and his palms were wide and thick, but his face had a demeanor that was hard for ordinary people to ignore. His eyes always carried a kind of persistence, as if he could overcome the raging waves and defy the tide.

“Lord Sheng, the Hall Master requests your return.”

Hanging on the wall of the viewing room was a huge calligraphy scroll with the words "Hearing Thunder" written on it, and below it, sitting in a slanting posture, was the Wavebreak Hall Master, Feng He Shou.

This was a gaunt man with long hair draped down to the ground, but he was unusually tall, even sitting there, he seemed to be around two meters tall.

Standing in front of him, Jian Cheng Sheng seemed like a child in terms of body size comparison.

Feng He Shou said, “I originally planned to send you to the Interfusion Ground for training. Only there can you learn the next stage of skills, but we once made a promise to the Gong Clan Royal Family that as long as a direct descendant of the Gong Clan invites us, we will send at least one outstanding disciple to serve them.”

Jian Cheng Sheng listened silently.

Feng He Shou said, “Now they need to eliminate a martial artist from Da Shun, and I plan to let you go.”

Jian Cheng Sheng said without arrogance or impetuosity, “Shouldn't the teacher's best disciples be Senior Brother Bian Yue and Senior Brother San Cheng?”

Feng He Shou said, “They were not as good as you at your age.”

“But since we are going to defeat the enemy, shouldn't we send the best disciple?”

Feng He Shou said, “Among the twenty-one halls inherited from ancient times in the Outer Ocean Islands, only three are still continuing today. The reason why Wavebreak Hall can still occupy its place is not only because of force, but also because we know how to make trade-offs.

If I am the past of Wavebreak Hall, your senior brothers are the present of Wavebreak Hall, and you are the future of Wavebreak Hall. I entrust the future to the Gong Clan, which is the greatest trust of Wavebreak Hall.”

“I understand.” Jian Cheng Sheng bowed deeply.

Feng He Shou said, “I allow you to go with the reputation of Wavebreak Hall. If you can return, you can carve your name on the bamboo stone behind the hall. If you are defeated and die, you will also have a place on the Sacrifice Stele in front.”

Jian Cheng Sheng raised his head and said solemnly, “Please, teacher, listen for the sounds of the future in the hall. This disciple will bring his name back.”

At this moment, a maid walked over with small steps. She brought a large bowl of medicinal wine with a pungent smell and placed it in front of Jian Cheng Sheng.

Feng He Shou said, “Drink this bowl of medicinal wine.”

Jian Cheng Sheng picked it up without hesitation, tilted his head, and drank it down. But after a while, he began to feel itchy all over.

He casually wiped his hand and found that the calluses on his hands were starting to fall off, and the rough old skin on his body and face that had been blown by the sea breeze all year round was also peeling off, revealing fair skin.

In just a moment, he turned into a handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth. This was actually his original appearance, but it seemed as if he had become two or three years younger.

Except for the firmness and persistence in his eyes, even familiar people would find it difficult to recognize him at once.

Feng He Shou said, “Although your biological information has never been recorded by Da Shun, and you also used aliases when challenging outside, it can still be found and recognized.

This is the 'White Infant Wine' sent by the Ferris Wheel Company, which can make your skin as delicate and smooth as a newborn baby, allowing you to enter Da Shun at an age that looks two years younger than before.”

Then he said, “There is no need to bring anything. The people from the Ferris Wheel Company have prepared everything for you. You only need to bring your sword and the swordsmanship I taught you.

You may leave.”

“This disciple takes his leave.”

Jian Cheng Sheng bowed respectfully, then stood up, held the long sword at his waist, and walked out. When he passed the Wavebreak Stone, a sound came from behind him: “Hey, kid.”

He turned his head and saw a disheveled, lame old man with somewhat sloppy clothes. He was the gatekeeper of Wavebreak Hall. He bowed and said, “Senior.”

The old man said to him, “Fame is something only living people care about, so come back alive and don't die on me.”

Jian Cheng Sheng did not answer, but only bowed, then took firm steps and walked towards the ship docked by the sea.

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