During the Republic of China era, I achieved unparalleled success by returning to the past.

The rain fell intensified, pattering against the awning overhead. Song Beiyou sat on the bamboo mat, and with a thought, the inherited mask slowly detached from his face, hovering before his eyes.

Inheritance: The Eight Awakenings of Qianyuan - The Second Awakening

• Autumn Cicada's Premonition: High-speed dynamic vision, coupled with brainpower analysis. Note: Time spent in a state of mental weakness is halved.

• Illuminating the Scriptures: Seeing through the texture of objects, one can perceive the flow of qi and blood, and the accumulation and release of strength within sight. Note: Different depths of vision result in different levels of mental energy depletion.

• Qian Gang Zhi Yang: Physical strength is enhanced by 40%.

Second Awakening Progress: 1% (+)

Additional:

·Swift as Fire: Speed ​​increased by 20%. Blazing Sun Fiery Force · 36

• Dragon Salamander Body: Increases healing speed by 20%. Can consume Qi and Blood to mobilize muscles and skin to temporarily seal wounds.

Compensation: Omitted

With his physique suddenly increased by 40%, Song Beiyou felt a surge of heat running down his spine, rushing towards his limbs and bones, and his whole body was steaming with heat.

The period of mental weakness has been halved, which is a real benefit. It's believed that once fully awakened, Qiu Chan Xian Xing's ability will be as commonplace as blinking an eye, with no further side effects.

The "Candle Illumination" is the second penetrating eye. If the "Autumn Cicada's First Sense" is to capture external dynamic changes, this eye can see through the opponent's blood circulation and the direction of their strength. In this way, one can adapt to the situation when facing an enemy, or even intercept them midway.

What would it be like if the Autumn Cicada's Premonition and the Candlelight's Quest for Scriptures were to open simultaneously?

Song Beiyou sat alone in the awning cabin, the rain pattering against the bamboo curtain, rustling like silkworms eating mulberry leaves.

He lowered his eyes to regulate his breathing, while simultaneously activating two abilities.

When he looked up again, the bamboo curtain could no longer block his gaze. The woven bamboo strips gradually blurred, and rain streaked across the outside of the curtain, each strand trailing a pale blue tail, scattered in a haphazard way, like a slowly unfolding ink painting.

He looked up, following the raindrops.

The lantern at the bow of the boat swayed in the rain, and outside its halo, a moth the size of a fingernail was fluttering around it.

The moth's wings were so thin they were translucent, the veins like the frame of a paper umbrella supporting the fine scales. A few raindrops clung to the surface of its wings, slowly rolling along the veins.

Upon closer inspection, he saw that inside the moth's body, the white erector muscles and pale yellow longitudinal muscles that moved the wings were rapidly alternating in their expansion and contraction, causing the wings to vibrate repeatedly with each lift and drop.

At the same time, the cicada, sensing the approaching autumn wind, had already drawn the moth's flight path into a sharp, abrupt, angular streak—

The largest raindrop will be shed from the wingtip during the next flap of wings.

The river breeze will rush in at that moment.

The two boundaries overlap.

Sure enough, the moth, taking advantage of the wind, desperately approached the edge of the lampshade in the next instant.

However, the weather is unpredictable, and a tiny raindrop was blown by the wind without warning, striking its wings.

Song Beiyou broke off an extremely thin bamboo thorn and flicked it with his finger.

The bamboo thorn pierced through the gaps in the bamboo strips, like a tiny ray of light, instantly traveling a distance of ten feet and striking the unexpected water droplet.

The moth fluttered its wings, seemingly unaware that someone had just helped it.

Suddenly, Song Beiyou's vision went dark, his head buzzed as if struck by a copper hammer, and a wave of dizziness washed over him. He quickly sat up straight and took deep breaths to regulate his breathing.

The bow lantern gradually dimmed, and countless raindrops pounded the water, causing ripples to spread outwards, intertwining and colliding.

Suddenly, an eerie mist rose from the river surface, and a dark shadow slowly approached Zhang Feilong's corpse from the bottom of the water. When it got close, it suddenly split open and swallowed him whole.

The dark figure, seemingly still unsatisfied, slowly approached the small boat at the ferry crossing, the waves pushing the boat along and the eerie mist spreading.

……

Three o'clock in the morning.

Song Beiyou regained his senses, only to find the surrounding air damp and the cold biting. He opened the two large leather trunks left by Zhang Feilong. One trunk contained gold notes and foreign banknotes that could be redeemed on demand from the Federal Central Bank, while the other trunk was neatly stacked with small yellow croakers.

No one gets rich without unexpected windfall. Song Beiyou locked his suitcase, lifted it with one hand, and leaped ashore.

All was quiet except for the soft sound of waves lapping against the shore. The lanterns had long been extinguished, and the dark river reflected only a few faint rays of light.

What is that?

In the distance, the river surface was shrouded in shadows, and a thick fog rose up, surging and spreading more than ten feet away before suddenly stopping, as if it had encountered an invisible barrier.

Something's wrong with this fog!

Recalling the rumors about the mist, a chill ran up his feet from the cold mud, climbing up his spine and into his head. He didn't linger and quickly left.

……

When Song Beiyou rushed back to the Western-style building on Taomi Street, he was soaked to the bone. A fuzzy, dim light shone through the second-floor window, warming his heart.

As soon as you enter through the iron gate, you see a figure sitting against the entrance of the corridor, soaking wet, with his eyes closed and his face pale.

Su Xiaowan?

Song Beiyou rushed into the corridor, threw his suitcase inside, bent down and hugged the wet Su Xiaowan into his arms, gently patting her face.

Su Xiaowan's eyes rolled beneath her eyelids, then slowly opened. Her pale lips moved slightly, her voice weak: "The serum wasn't found..."

Song Beiyou said, "He even sent his wife and children away, so it's normal that we can't find him. He has another place to hide."

"However, I did find a clue that the pharmaceutical factory is deeply involved with him."

Song Beiyou interrupted her: "Don't talk about that now. Where are you injured? I'll take you to see a doctor."

Su Xiaowan looked up and shook her head slightly: "No need, there is medicine for treating injuries in the room."

Song Beiyou carried her hurriedly upstairs to the second floor, opened the door, turned on the light, and glanced around: "Where's the medicine?"

"Put me down first, I'm feeling uncomfortable from all the swaying."

Song Beiyou quickly placed her on the bed, and as she instructed, took a celadon porcelain bottle from the mahogany cabinet, rushed to the bedside, and asked again, "How do I use it?"

Apply it to the wound.

"Okay, I'll help you. Where's the injury?" Seeing her hesitant expression, Song Beiyou asked in surprise, "It's not your butt again, is it?"

Su Xiaowan retorted angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? It's below the right rib."

Song Beiyou subconsciously used the Candle Illumination Technique to find the scriptures, and saw a dark blue palm print on her waist and ribs under her damp clothes, indicating that her meridians and blood were blocked.

"That was a really fierce slap. Judging by the size of the hand, it must have been a woman. Does Zhang Dabao have a female expert by his side?"

Su Xiaowan shook her head: "I don't know either, I was just ambushed." She suddenly froze.

The two locked eyes, and Song Beiyou's heart skipped a beat; he immediately realized he had spoken out of turn.

Like a startled rabbit, Su Xiaowan quickly hid at the head of the bed, hugging her chest with both hands and curling up her legs, exclaiming in surprise, "How did you know? You can see through my clothes?"

Song Beiyou felt uneasy and quickly tried to cover it up: "Don't misunderstand, I just used my Qi-gazing technique and saw that the Qi and blood in your waist and abdomen were stagnant, shaped like a palm."

"Really?" Su Xiaowan asked warily. "Put the medicine down, I'll apply it myself."

Song Beiyou had no choice but to place the porcelain bottle on the bedside table: "I'll wait at the door. Let me know if you need anything. By the way, where's Xie Sanhe?"

"I didn't see him. I fled as soon as that person ambushed me. You should get out of here quickly."

"Okay." The orange-red wooden door closed tightly, and the person had already left.

The crystal chandelier cast a soft, dim light throughout the room.

Su Xiaowan's face fell. She unbuttoned her clothes and lifted them up, revealing a dark bruise under her ribs.

"You bastard, you just leave like that, you have no conscience at all. Who did I hurt for?" she said angrily, pouring the ointment from the bottle onto her hand and rubbing it on the wound. The pain immediately made her face contort and she gasp for breath.

……

The following morning, the weather was freezing cold and shrouded in thick fog.

Bang bang bang bang! An anxious knocking sound came from outside the small villa.

Su Xiaowan went downstairs to the courtyard gate, only to see Wen Yingxue outside the black fence, her forehead covered in sweat and her expression panicked. She quickly opened the gate and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Is Brother Ayou there? I'm looking for him." Wen Yingxue's lips were pursed until they turned white.

Seeing her expression, Su Xiaowan quickly said, "Ayou went out early this morning. It seems he said he was going to meet someone. Why don't you come in and sit for a while and wait for him to come back?"

Wen Yingxue nervously gripped her sleeve: "When will he be back?"

"Well, I don't know either. If it's anything urgent, just tell me, and I can help."

Wen Yingxue glanced at Su Xiaowan, a girl from the north, unfamiliar with the place and its people. What help could she possibly offer? She shook her head and said, "No need, thank you." With that, she turned and left, tears welling up in her eyes.

Su Xiaowan frowned as she watched the figure disappear into the fog. Judging from her expression, something serious had clearly happened.