High Martial Arts: Starting with a Conceptual-Level Superpower

Feng Yi felt his consciousness sink into boundless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally regained consciousness.

But when he opened his eyes, he found himself in the Beidou space.

As soon as he appeared, he noticed a yellowed piece of paper floating next to the Big Dipper.

It was in the stone chamber that they found a piece of paper covered in unfamiliar writing.

Unexpectedly, after the paper transformed into starlight and entered his body, it traveled to the Big Dipper space.

A progress bar also appeared at the bottom of the paper, currently showing 0% progress.

Feng Yi wanted to continue studying what exactly the text on this paper recorded.

But when he looked closely at the words on the paper, that splitting headache and throbbing feeling in his soul returned.

Feng Yi had no choice but to stop.

"Perhaps it's because my current level is too low, so I can't conduct research?"

Feng Yi pondered for a while, but couldn't come up with a solution.

Since we can't study it now, let's just leave this paper here and see if we can understand the words on it after our cultivation level improves.

With that thought in mind, Feng Yi prepared to leave the Beidou Space.

But they found they couldn't leave.

Am I trapped?

Feng Yi began to feel anxious. He couldn't be trapped here; Zhang Yu was still waiting for him outside.

He needed to find Qin Zi'ang to get the antidote; if he remained trapped here, it would be too late by the time he got out.

In the past, he could leave the Big Dipper Space with just a thought, but this time, no matter what he did, he was unable to leave.

After several attempts, Feng Yixin died.

He collapsed to the ground, seemingly lost in thought, gazing at the Big Dipper above his head and muttering to himself.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang."

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Yi vaguely heard someone calling his name.

The Beidou space began to blur, and Feng Yi was overjoyed, knowing that this was a sign that he was about to leave the Beidou space.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar face.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?"

After saying that, Feng Yi looked around blankly and found himself lying in a hospital room.

The air in the room still carried the distinctive smell of disinfectant, typical of hospitals.

Besides his grandfather Feng Jingchuan, Zi Hanshuang was also in the ward.

"How are you feeling?"

At this moment, Feng Jingchuan asked softly.

His eyes were full of concern.

Feng Yi moved his body around and didn't find anything wrong with it.

"I feel fine. By the way, what are you and my aunt doing here? Did I go back to Kyoto?"

Hearing that Feng Yi was alright, Feng Jingchuan finally felt relieved and explained.

"This is Ice City. It was Zhenxing Division that notified the academy, and your aunt notified me after she found out."

"So that's how it is."

Feng Yi then realized how Feng Jingchuan and Zi Hanshuang had ended up here.

Suddenly, Feng Yi thought of something and quickly asked.

"Grandpa, how long have I been unconscious?"

Even Feng Jingchuan and Zi Hanshuang, who are far away in Kyoto, have come to Ice City, which means that they have been unconscious for at least two or three days.

In two or three days, Zhang Yu will probably...

He dared not think any further.

Feng Jingchuan, having lived to such an old age, could tell what Feng Yi was thinking just by looking at the anxious expression on his face.

He sighed.

"One week."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yi was stunned, but a glimmer of hope remained in his heart.

"Is Uncle Zhang alright?"

After asking this question, Feng Yi was caught in a dilemma.

I want to know the answer, but I'm also afraid that the answer won't be what I hope for.

"Ugh!"

Feng Jingchuan sighed again.

Hearing this sigh, Feng Yi's last glimmer of hope vanished, his eyes reddened, and his hands clenched tightly together.

Seeing Feng Yi's state, Feng Jingchuan gently patted his shoulder and then said.

"Zhang Yu's funeral arrangements have been completed, and I have personally made arrangements for his family."

Feng Yi didn't speak, biting her lip tightly, her mind still replaying Zhang Yu's words that he would take Feng Yi and the others home to see his son and daughter after this mission was over.

Those words kept echoing in Feng Yi's mind, then transformed into sharp blades that pierced his heart.

"Grandpa, I'm going to avenge him."

Feng Jingchuan opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Feng Yi's serious expression, he ultimately didn't speak.

Feng Yi continued,

"If I fail and don't make it back alive, just pretend you don't have a grandson like me. I'm unfilial, but I have no choice but to go."

He didn't know Qin Zi'ang's family background, but he figured it must be quite impressive, so he wasn't sure if he could come back alive.

Even so, he still went.

Forget about the saying "a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years"; in his dictionary, revenge must be taken immediately.

Zhang Yu is already dead, so why is the culprit still alive?

Feng Jingchuan affectionately patted Feng Yi's head.

"Silly child, you must remember that you are a member of the Feng family. If the sky falls, your grandfather will hold it up for you. As long as you don't want to die, no one can kill you, not even the Emperor himself."

In the end, an unparalleled aura suddenly rose from Feng Jingchuan's aged body.

Even Zi Han Shuang, who was standing to the side, felt a chill run down her spine.

She knew that some people's lives were already over.

Feng Yi is the only heir of the Feng family line. Anyone who dares to touch him should be prepared to face the wrath of the Feng family.

"grandfather......"

Feng Yi felt a surge of emotion, but he was also worried that using the Feng family's power might give rise to gossip.

Feng Jingchuan saw the doubt in Feng Yi's heart and said sternly.

"The Feng family has kept a low profile for too long, so long that some people don't even know their own worth. Since that's the case, let the world know why the Feng family has been able to stand among the five great families of China for thousands of years."

After saying that, Feng Jingchuan took out a black object from his spatial ring and handed it to Feng Yi.

"With this token, someone will naturally contact you when you arrive in Shanghai."

Feng Yi nodded, examining the black token in his hand.

It's hard to tell what material it's made of, but it's very heavy, and you can feel a faint chill when you hold it in your hand.

The token has the character for "wind" written in ancient script on the front, and a Tai Chi symbol on the back.

At this moment, Zi Han Shuang, who was standing to the side, also spoke up.

"I'll go with you."

Feng Yi raised his head and looked at Zi Hanshuang with a puzzled expression.

Zi Hanshuang smiled gently and said.

"Officially, you are a student of Tsinghua-Peking University, and I am your mentor. Personally, you are my nephew, and half of the Zi family's blood flows in your veins. So, both officially and personally, I should go."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Feng Yi could understand that Zi Hanshuang's choice to go was mostly for personal reasons.

He felt very lucky to have such a protective grandfather and aunt.

"Alright, I need to go back to Kyoto to take care of some things. That little brat from the Jiang family and your other classmates have been keeping watch outside. You can go to Shanghai after you've finished things here."

After Feng Jingchuan finished speaking, he left the ward.

Zi Hanshuang gave a few more instructions, then said she was going to help with the discharge procedures and left the ward.

No sooner had they left than Jiang Liangchen and his group entered the ward.