Chapter 2: The Young White Feather

  "I, where is this..." Five hours later, in the village chief's house, the boy lying on the bed finally woke up. If the villagers saw him, they would be shocked and disbelieving - there was not a single wound on his body! His skin was as white as if he had just been born, about ten years old, with purple short hair and a clear face that matched well. The old village chief sat leisurely in a rocking chair, holding a cup of tea, closing his eyes, looking like a true immortal with a few strokes of Taoist elegance.

  "Are you awake?" The village chief was still sitting leisurely in his chair, shaking it.

  The purple-haired boy suddenly flipped over and got out of bed, with a flash of purple light in his eyes, staring at the village chief as if he had suffered some serious stimulation, and said, "Who are you!" His voice was hoarse, like a knife cut.

  The village head sighed, opened his eyes, put down the teacup and stood up, "Alas, child, don't be nervous".

  "A deep vigilance flashed in the boy's eyes, 'Answer me! Who are you?!'"

  The village chief looked at him, slowly walking towards the boy. The boy wanted to retreat, but suddenly his expression changed, feeling as if he was being pressed down by a huge mountain, unable to move or speak, and could only watch this "apparently" harmless old man step by step approaching him, cold sweat flowing down his face...

  The village head walked up to him and squatted down. "You don't have to be so tense, if I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead, relax."

  As he said that, he patted the boy's head, and the boy felt himself able to move again. However, he didn't take any action, instead sitting on the ground with a thud. "You... saved me?" The boy had already realized that struggling was futile, and since the other person had such abilities, it would be useless no matter how careful he was.

  The village chief stood up, his expression was very kind, "No, I just guided the power inside you, without me you would be fine too, it's just that your wound wouldn't heal so quickly."

  "Pausing for a moment, 'Now let's talk about you, what's your name, what's going on, why did it end up like this, where are you from'."

  The boy's face suddenly fell, his eyes reddened in an instant, and after a while, he croaked out two words in a hoarse voice, "... Ye Feng".

  After saying that, he didn't speak again.

  The village head sighed, "Alright, since you won't say I won't ask either."

  After a while, the village chief suddenly said, "It's clear that you're also a poor child, Xiao Feng, don't advise me to call you that"

  Yexin turned her head away and refused to look at him.

  The village chief didn't mind either and said casually, "If you have nowhere else to go, just stay here with me, I..."

  At this time, a slightly childish voice suddenly came from the door, "Village chief grandpa! I'm back with firewood!"

  Then a small figure carrying a large bundle of firewood walked in, and it felt more like being pressed than carried. The bundle of firewood looked bigger than the child itself, weighing at least over a hundred pounds. What was shocking was that the child didn't show any signs of strain, walking effortlessly to a corner of the yard where firewood was stacked, putting down the wood, standing up straight and heading towards the house.

  "Village head grandfather...... uh, who is he?"

  Ye Feng looked up at the little boy who was pointing at him with a questioning expression, his small face covered in dust, wearing a white sports suit, although he was covered in dust, his eyebrows were extraordinary, a standard little handsome boy. He was about the same height as Ye Feng, also around ten years old.

  Before Ye Feng could speak, the village elder's aged face immediately broke into a smile. He didn't bother with Ye Feng anymore and turned around to say, "Xiao Bai is back, are you tired? Quick, sit down!"

  "Thank you, Grandpa, I'm not tired!" He is... Little White looked at the boy opposite him with a curious expression in his heart, "He's so strange, why is his hair purple, but it's really beautiful".

  "He's called Ye Feng, you can just call him Xiao Feng, he is... uh... his parents are my friends, they were coming to visit me, and then... when they came, they encountered a wild beast, alas, unfortunately died. This child luckily ran to the village in the morning and was found by...". It has to be said that the village chief still has quite a talent for deception, he's getting more and more fluent! Not even noticing Ye Feng rolling his eyes wildly behind him, he walked over and pulled Xiao Bai into a conversation full of nonsense. In the end, if Ye Feng hadn't quietly kicked him in the foot, I reckon he would have even fabricated how many years ago he was weaned.

  This little white friend is quite kind, although he feels a bit uneasy, but thinking that this Ye Feng has just lost his relatives, he must need comfort in his heart, so he said, "Village chief grandpa, why don't you go cook today? It's almost noon, I'll chat with this little brother."

  The village chief thought for a moment and said, "I'm so simple-minded to ask such questions. Why don't we let Xiaobai chat with this kid first and let them get along for a while?"

  The village chief thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I'll go cook!" And with that, he headed into the kitchen.

  Ye Feng just looked at him like that, except for the old man who was a bit too much when he kicked him in the foot and then didn't move, silently looking at the boy opposite.

  "Cough, cough! My name is Bai Yu, I'm 10 years and 2 months old. I'm an orphan. Village Chief Grandpa said that when he picked me up, there was a white feather next to me, so I'm called Bai Yu. Oh, Village Chief Grandpa is great, he taught me all my martial arts skills! I don't have a dad or mom either, I know how it feels, but don't worry! From now on, no one will bully you, whoever bullies you, I'll beat them up!"

  He said, waving his fist with a determined face. Not serious, but rather funny. But Ye Feng looked at those clear eyes and suddenly felt that something in his heart was touched, his lips trembled twice, "Ye Feng, eleven years old". Paused for a moment, slowly stretched out his hand, "Hello, Xiao Bai"

  Bai Yu smiled happily and reached out to grasp the boy's hand "Hello! Ye Feng!"

  The village chief, who was chopping vegetables, smiled silently and then furrowed his brow again...

  "Is this good fortune or bad luck? Never mind, never mind, let nature take its course, sigh..."

  At the same time, in a forest about 500 kilometers south of the village, a man in white appeared suddenly. He was slender, holding a long gun, with a gourd tied around his waist. His white clothes were spotless, and he looked to be around thirty years old. His knife-sharp face revealed a kind of world-weary wisdom that seemed to see right through everything. If he were alive today, he would undoubtedly be the kind of handsome face that could kill thousands of girls at a glance. Although his appearance was sudden, the animals in the forest didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. A squirrel even sat on a pine tree less than a meter away from him, as if it hadn't seen him, or as if he had always been there...

  "It's strange, how the breath disappeared here...... No! I must find him!" The eyebrows were tightly locked, and then the figure flashed and suddenly disappeared...... The calm forest, as if nothing had happened, everything was so harmonious and natural...

  Maybe.