Eyes Behind the Head

"Feng Qi?"

"Wasn't he gravely injured by the Third Young Master just yesterday? How can he still be walking around?"

"Not only that, his voice is full and strong, nothing like someone who's hurt."

"Could he have been faking it?"

"Impossible. I personally checked his injuries. He had barely a breath left. Doctor Hu didn't even leave him any medicine. I might be wrong, but Doctor Hu couldn't be..."

Listening to the murmurs around him.

Du Ge couldn't help but click his tongue. What kind of people were these?

No wonder he'd been so badly wounded that he didn't even get a bowl of medicine—they really had just left him there to die...

The Feng Family was utterly despicable. Weren't training partners human too?

If they did things like this, who would ever risk their lives for them?

A damn feudal society...

What a pity.

If the restrictions on player Soul Possession weren't so high, possessing one of those noble young masters on the training platform would have made the start much easier.

It wasn't strange to reach this conclusion. Feng Jiu had said that over eighteen hundred people had been eliminated at the start for failing their Soul Possession attempts.

And he and Feng Jiu had both chosen heavily injured bodies to possess. That couldn't be a coincidence. Chances were, possessing the weak and dying was easier...

"Feng Qi?" Third Young Master Feng Yunjie stared at Du Ge below the platform, his face full of surprise.

Feng Shiyi was more direct. He leaped down beside Du Ge and grabbed for his pulse.

Du Ge instinctively dodged, but Feng Shiyi's hand seemed to anticipate his movement. With a slight twist of his wrist, he easily caught Du Ge's.

Du Ge's heart trembled. So fast. As expected of a martial world...

With his wrist caught, Du Ge didn't resist. He smiled and let Feng Shiyi examine his meridians.

Something was off.

He didn't believe the Feng Family would kill him without investigating first.

A moment later.

Feng Shiyi released Du Ge's wrist, looked at his face, and frowned slightly. "Feng Qi, your injuries?"

"They've healed, Second Master." Du Ge smiled.

Feng Shiyi looked at Du Ge's face again. "Is the important matter you mentioned related to your sudden recovery?"

"Yes." Du Ge nodded. "Please, Second Master, have everyone in the courtyard confined. Don't let them wander around, or news might leak."

Feng Shiyi was decisive. He turned and ordered, "Zhang Han, Liu Jing, you two guard the Training Ground. No one is to move without my orders."

"Yes." Two direct disciples of the Feng Family acknowledged.

The rest whispered among themselves, their gazes at Du Ge growing stranger.

"Come, we'll talk inside. Please, Yunjie, you come too." Feng Shiyi glanced at Du Ge's face again and gestured, no longer treating him as a mere training partner.

Feng Yunjie nodded and led the way.

Du Ge, sandwiched between the two, followed all the way into the Meeting Hall beside the Training Ground.

The moment they entered.

Feng Shiyi suddenly reached out and rapidly tapped several points on Du Ge's back.

Du Ge stiffened. A wave of numbness washed over him, and he was frozen in place.

He tried to move his legs, but they felt like they weren't his own. His brain could sense their existence, but when he sent the command, they didn't budge.

His arms were the same.

So this was Acupoint Strike?

Amazing!

Du Ge marveled.

Having easily subdued Du Ge, Feng Shiyi looked slightly surprised. He circled around to face Du Ge and asked coldly, "Who are you? What do you want with the Feng Family?"

Feng Yunjie sneered. "The Disguise Art is impressive, but the man is a fool. Who else would he pretend to be but a dying servant..."

As he spoke, he reached for Du Ge's face.

With one grab, several bloody scratches appeared. Du Ge's face showed no change—no human skin mask, no disguise ointment.

Feng Yunjie froze. He stared closely at Du Ge's face and said in shock, "It's real."

"I already checked. There's no trace of disguise." Feng Shiyi shook his head, looked straight at Du Ge, and asked, "But you are definitely not Feng Qi. Who are you?"

"I am Feng Qi, and yet I am not." Du Ge smiled, unconcerned by the pain on his face. He said leisurely, "I wonder if Second Master has ever heard of Soul Possession?"

"Soul Possession?" the Feng family uncle and nephew said in unison.

"Ghosts and gods are nothing but the tricks of swindlers. How could there possibly be soul possession in this world?" Feng Yunjie snorted.

"Third Young Master, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Otherwise, how would you explain me inside Feng Qi's body?" Even with his acupoints sealed and blood freely streaming down his face, Du Ge still wore a smile, maintaining a strong psychological advantage.

"Yunjie, let him speak," Feng Shiyi said.

"Words are empty. How about I take you to see for yourselves first?" Du Ge smiled. "Don't worry about me running. Though I've possessed Feng Qi's body, I don't have his martial arts memories. You can subdue me anytime."

Feng Shiyi glanced at Du Ge, tapped a few points on his body, and unsealed his acupoints.

"If I catch you playing tricks, I'll make sure you suffer for it," Feng Yunjie threatened.

"Where to?" Feng Shiyi asked.

"Find some food, and I'll show you a miracle." Du Ge stretched his numb limbs and, without hesitation, backstabbed Feng Jiu.

He'd already tested the effect of maintenance, so of course he had to try backstabbing. The ideal target for a backstab was naturally his partner.

Backstab was also a keyword. Used correctly, it had the same restorative power.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the wound Feng Yunjie had clawed into Du Ge's face scabbed over and healed in minutes. He wiped his hand across it, and the dried blood flakes fell away, leaving his skin restored.

Seeing this, the Feng uncle and nephew froze simultaneously. The way they looked at Du Ge was as if they were staring at a ghost or demon, and their doubts instantly diminished by several degrees.

Feng Yunjie, in particular, knew exactly how much force he'd used. No wound medicine in the martial world could work such wonders. Such recovery power seemed to have no explanation other than ghosts and gods.

Feng Yunjie studied Du Ge's face, horrified, and asked, "You... are you truly possessed by a ghost or god?"

"What else could it be?" Du Ge smiled faintly. "Don't worry. My mission is to protect. I won't harm you."

"What is this 'protection'?" Feng Shiyi asked.

"Bring some food, witness the next miracle, and then I'll explain. It'll be easier for you to understand," Du Ge said. "In short, all you need to know is that everything I do concerns the future fate of the Feng family..."

The Feng uncle and nephew exchanged a glance.

Feng Yunjie picked up a plate of tea snacks from the table and asked, "Is this enough?"

"That'll do." Du Ge nodded, turned, and walked out.

The Feng uncle and nephew followed closely, maintaining their vigilance, their expressions grave.

The three of them arrived at Shangwu Courtyard.

Du Ge said, "What comes next might overturn your understanding of the world. Watch more and talk less. I'll explain afterward."

The Feng uncle and nephew nodded.

"Wait a moment before coming in," Du Ge instructed. He took the tea snacks from Feng Yunjie's hand, quickened his pace, and entered his own room. "Ninth Brother, I've brought you something to eat."

"What took you so long?" Feng Jiu pressed the tattered straw mat beneath him, staring fixedly at the tea snacks in Du Ge's hand, swallowing saliva. "Quick, give me a few bites. I can't hold on much longer. Once I'm better, we'll escape this damned Feng family together."

Du Ge smiled and handed over the tea snacks. Feng Jiu took them and wolfed them down, but after just two bites, he suddenly stopped, his eyes locked on the doorway.

At the door, two figures blocked the light.

The Feng uncle and nephew stared intently at Feng Jiu, who was devouring the snacks on the bed, watching his injuries heal at an astonishing speed. How could they not understand what miracle Du Ge had brought them to see?

"Feng Qi, you sold me out?" Feng Jiu trembled all over, glaring at Du Ge, his face twisted with ferocity. He roared, "Your keyword is maintenance. Betraying the one you're supposed to maintain—aren't you afraid of your attributes being weakened?"

So acting against your keyword weakens your attributes, huh?

Du Ge had gained another piece of crucial information, but he didn't care. The moment the Feng uncle and nephew appeared, he had already acquired an additional Advanced Skill:

Eyes Behind the Head: Those who backstab cannot be backstabbed by others. You possess vision behind you.

The moment he gained the skill, even without turning around, Du Ge could clearly see the stern-faced Feng uncle and nephew behind him. It was a natural kind of sight, as if he'd been born with three-hundred-sixty-degree vision, with no sense of wrongness whatsoever.

With this skill, no one in the world could ever sneak up on him from behind!

Savoring the pleasure of the backstab, Du Ge didn't care about the furious Feng Jiu exposing his keyword. He smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Ninth Brother, I haven't violated my words or actions. My current identity is the Feng family's training partner. Everything I do is to protect the Feng family's interests. And I haven't betrayed you either. I'm just using facts to show you the right path. The martial world is vast—it's too dangerous to wander alone. Leaning on the Feng family's big tree, we can enjoy the shade!"

"Feng Qi, you'll pay for what you've done." Feng Jiu looked at the silent uncle and nephew at the door. "Didn't your teacher tell you the consequences of exposing yourself in the Native World?"

My teacher really didn't tell me the consequences?

Du Ge grumbled inwardly, then sighed. "Ninth Brother, my teacher only told me to adapt to circumstances."

Feng Jiu snorted. "Idiot."

"Ninth Brother, eat up! Eat more, recover quickly, and help me assist the Feng family. If we can build the Feng family up, that's when we'll get the greatest benefit." Du Ge, with his back to the Feng uncle and nephew, looked at Feng Jiu seriously. "If I just help you alone and we wander the world penniless, what good things can you eat? But leaning on a family is different. Earn the Feng family's trust, and you can eat whatever you want. That way, we'll grow faster, won't we?"

Feng Jiu paused, then looked at the Feng uncle and nephew.

Feng Shiyi didn't fully understand what was happening, but he was a clever man. He spoke up immediately: "Feng Jiu, I can guarantee we won't make a move against you. We can cooperate."

"Fine. I hope you keep your word." Feng Jiu hesitated for a moment, as if resigned to his fate, and continued stuffing tea snacks into his mouth, mumbling.

Watching Feng Jiu's injuries heal faster and faster, the Feng uncle and nephew finally understood that everything Du Ge had said was true. They exchanged a glance, their eyes gradually lighting up with excitement.

Feng Yunjie asked, "Feng Qi, can you explain now?"

"Of course, but before I explain, you need to subdue Feng Jiu first. I don't know how fast he'll recover, but since he wanted to escape the Feng family before, we need to take precautions." Du Ge nodded, backstabbing Feng Jiu to his face, as if he hadn't just been persuading him moments ago.

Feng Jiu spat out the pastry in his mouth, glaring at Du Ge, and roared, "Feng Qi, you motherf—"

Compared to Feng Jiu, Feng Shiyi trusted Du Ge more. After all, Du Ge had the Sacrifice Oneself for Righteousness skill, which naturally reduced the guardedness of the protected target by thirty percent.

So, without hesitation, he flashed over, tapped Feng Jiu's chest twice, and sealed his acupoints.