Nameless Incantation

The next morning, just as Qin Fengming was enjoying breakfast at the inn, the street suddenly erupted into chaos. A troop of soldiers galloped in from outside the town, heading towards the Zhang Clan's estate.

The townspeople were startled by the commotion and rushed into the streets, watching the approaching soldiers in astonishment.

In just a moment, the Zhang family father and son were dead. News then spread like wildfire that the second young master had gone to pursue the enemy and had not yet returned. These soldiers had been summoned by the Zhang Clan to investigate the case and apprehend the killer.

Seeing this, Qin Fengming let out a cold sneer. After breakfast, he left Tenglong Town as if nothing had happened. Given his young age, no one would suspect him.

Although Qin Fengming was young, he knew that openly entering Qin Family Village now would be highly inconvenient.

Everyone in Qin Family Village knew he was a disciple of Luoxia Valley. If he showed himself now, especially with the recent deaths of the Zhang father and son, even an idiot would know he was responsible.

His plan for now was to sneak into Qin Family Village, see his parents and relatives from the shadows, and then quietly leave.

Facing his home but unable to enter and see his family was a situation that deeply saddened Qin Fengming.

He waited in a hidden spot until it was dark. Then, Qin Fengming changed into black clothes, used his movement techniques, and headed towards Qin Family Village.

Upon entering Qin Family Village, Qin Fengming found that the entire village had changed drastically. The previously dilapidated appearance was gone, replaced by much cleaner streets and courtyards.

Standing before his former home, Qin Fengming was stunned by the sight. A large, black wooden gate stood before him, and the courtyard walls were over ten feet high. His old bamboo fence and small courtyard were nowhere to be seen.

Standing at the gate, Qin Fengming carefully confirmed that it was indeed his family's location. Puzzled, he moved to a secluded spot, his figure flickered, and he leaped over the high wall to look inside.

The courtyard inside was now more than twice its original size. Directly ahead was a row of six tiled houses, with three side rooms on each side. The central room was brightly lit, and voices could be heard from within.

He quietly approached the room and stood by the door, listening to the conversations inside. The people in the room were having dinner, and the sounds of pots and pans could be heard, along with familiar voices.

"Little Mengzi, eat slower, be careful not to choke."

Hearing this familiar voice, Qin Fengming's body trembled. This was exactly what his mother always said when they ate.

"Look at you, be careful. You're already two years old, still so clumsy," another young woman's voice said.

"Don't mind him, let him eat," his grandfather's steady voice chimed in.

"Little Mengzi is already two. I wonder how Little Sanzi is doing. It's been almost six years since we last saw him," his grandmother's loving voice reached Qin Fengming's ears, causing him to tremble again. His nose stung, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.

Standing outside the door, Qin Fengming listened to the familiar voices, and the longing he had suppressed for so long surged uncontrollably.

Slowly calming himself, Qin Fengming realized that the young woman speaking earlier must be his second sister-in-law. His elder brother's letter had mentioned that his second brother had married three years ago to a virtuous woman from a neighboring village, who was quite good-looking.

The child called Little Mengzi must be his nephew.

Through the open window, Qin Fengming looked at the familiar faces, his heart filled with emotion. Seeing that everyone in his family was well, he felt a little relieved.

Qin Fengming's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground. With a series of thuds, he kowtowed heavily three times towards the room. Then, he slowly stood up, wiped the tears from his eyes, turned, gritted his teeth, and resolutely left Qin Family Village...

A month later, Qin Fengming successfully returned to Luoxia Valley. He first went to Danyun Peak to see his Master and Mistress. At this time, his Senior Disciple Sister had already married his Second Senior Brother, Lü Xuan, and no longer lived on Danyun Peak.

His Master and Mistress did not ask many questions about his return, but they seemed very happy and encouraged him.

What shocked Qin Fengming was that after he had been back on Rosy Cloud Peak for half a month, no one in Luoxia Valley had inquired about him. It was as if he had never left the mountain. Even Sect Master Sima and Elder Wu had not sought him out. This situation puzzled him for quite some time.

One day, after practicing his swordplay, Qin Fengming returned to his room. Just as he was about to begin his internal energy cultivation, he suddenly remembered the jet-black ring from the young master of the Zhang Clan that he kept in his bosom.

He took out the ring and examined it repeatedly, but found nothing unusual. There were no visible seams or hidden mechanisms.

He drew his precious sword again and struck the ring with six parts of his strength. With a "clang," the ring remained undamaged. His sword was exceptionally sharp, far surpassing ordinary weapons. Even when striking solid steel, it would leave a mark, but this object, which was not gold yet felt like it, was completely unharmed.

Holding the ring, Qin Fengming pondered. This ring was undoubtedly extraordinary. He dared not use his full strength, fearing he might damage the precious sword gifted by his Master.

He put the ring away and, reaching into his pouch, produced the nameless booklet.

Qin Fengming had already examined this booklet countless times. It had no title, and the text within was extremely obscure and difficult to understand, completely different from any internal energy cultivation method he had encountered before.

With nothing else to do, it piqued his interest. Since this item belonged to that young immortal master, and it was kept so close to him, it must be a rare and precious manual.

For the next month or so, Qin Fengming dedicated two hours each day to studying the booklet. He also compared it with the incantations of his own internal energy cultivation method and finally made some progress.

He discovered that this incantation was divided into ten levels, and one had to complete one level before proceeding to the next. At the end of the booklet, several techniques were described. However, when he followed the instructions and tested them with his own internal energy, they had no effect. He surmised that these techniques could only be practiced after cultivating the incantation.

At first glance, this incantation seemed very similar to the internal energy breathing techniques of the martial arts world, but upon closer examination, it was somewhat different.

When cultivating an internal energy incantation, one typically starts by circulating energy from the dantian, following a prescribed route through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, and finally returning to the dantian. This completes one heavenly cycle. Each cycle increases one's internal energy by a trace. With perseverance, internal energy gradually increases.

However, the main principle of this nameless incantation was to absorb a certain energy from the external environment through cultivation, and then guide that energy along a prescribed route through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians into the dantian.

Although both methods converged in the dantian, their starting points were different.

Based on his knowledge, Qin Fengming could tell that this was undoubtedly a more advanced internal energy cultivation method. This realization immediately excited him. If he could master this technique, it would undoubtedly elevate his strength to a higher level.