Chapter 4, The Mysterious Man

  And since then, after the village chief told Ye Feng that he would teach him, he has been living a happy life of prosperity and happiness...

  "Again with the woodcutting! Again with the woodcutting! I've been doing this for a month and it's called martial arts!" Ye Feng was alone in the mountains behind the village, exerting himself to swing an axe as big as his head, sweating profusely. As he chopped down trees, he muttered to himself, but he could clearly feel his strength increasing...

  Have you ever seen an eleven-year-old kid swing a big axe that's over one meter long with ease?

  In just three months, he was actually able to get him from barely being able to swing twice (this child's physique is different from ordinary people, and his ability is greater than that of his peers...) to this level now...

  To what extent? Just look at the pile of wood behind him and you'll know.

  At this time, Ye Feng was sweating profusely when Bai Yu rushed over quickly, "Brother Ye! Stop for now, the village elder is looking for you".

  Yefeng stopped, "What's wrong with that old man? I really can't understand why he chops so many trees! Is it to let me carry water again? Alright, wait till I finish chopping this one."

  Bai Yu's emotions were a bit down, "Ye Ge, you'd better come with me, we're going to leave this village".

  Yefeng's face changed as he turned back to look at Baiyu, "What's going on!"

  Bai Yu shook his head and seemed unwilling to speak, silently turning around and heading down the mountain.

  Ye Feng hesitated for a moment, grasping the axe and followed down the mountain, leaving behind only those randomly piled up woods, and one uncut tree...

  The village chief looked at the two children in front of him with a kind face, one was elegant and the other was firm, but their emotions were very low. In Ye Feng's heart, he had already regarded this small house as his home and himself as a member of the small village. The village chief and Bai Yu were his relatives, but knowing that he would be leaving soon, it was inevitable to feel some sadness.

  "Alright, cheer up! What's wrong with you two?" The village chief said seriously, looking at the two children.

  Ye Feng looked up at the village chief, "What's going on? Where are Xiaobai and I supposed to go?"

  Although Bai Yu didn't say anything, his eyes also showed a hint of inquiry.

  The village chief carefully sized up Ye Feng, "You're not looking to gain power? My power level is only third-grade, and I can't teach you anything else. Here's a sealed letter, the two of you will cross over the mountain forest north of the village, head to the northernmost part of our Wind Snow Country, Blue Ice City, find the Sheng Feng Academy, and hand this letter over to their principal."

  As she spoke, she took out a plain-looking letter from her bosom and handed it to Ye Feng. Ye Feng took it in a daze, at a loss for what to do.

  "White Feather's emotions were a bit agitated, 'But why do I have to go too? I don't want to leave Village Chief Grandfather!'"

  The village chief looked at Bai Yu with a gentle gaze, smiling and saying, "Xiao Bai, you should know that your future is not here. Although you haven't said anything, I can see the longing to become a strong person in you. Besides, are you at ease with just Xiao Feng by your side?"

  Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, looked at Ye Feng, sighed and hung his head in disappointment.

  Ye Feng's expression was dazed, but in his heart, he kept repeating two words: strength, strength, strength...

  The village chief waved his hand, still smiling. "How can young eagles soar without experiencing the tempering of wind and rain? The future sky will belong to you, set off early, go now!"

  Ye Feng didn't know how he ended up carrying luggage and walking out the door. Xiao Bai, with red-rimmed eyes, turned back to look at the village chief in the courtyard, "Village Chief Grandfather, you need to take care of your body. I've chopped a lot of firewood, enough for half a month. The handle of the kitchen knife is missing a piece, be careful not to cut your hand. And the left upper corner of your roof..."

  The village chief smiled warmly, "Alright Xiao Bai, don't worry about me, just take care of yourself and Xiao Feng, go ahead".

  After finishing speaking, she turned around and entered the house. Xiaobai held back tears and pulled Ye Feng, who was still in a daze, all the way north, out of the village...

  The village chief sat silently in the chair, smiling, "The child has grown up, it's really good..." but tears flowed out of his eyes. After a while, the village chief stood up, and the tears on his face disappeared. He slowly walked to a corner of the room, raised his right hand and gently waved it. A violent elemental fluctuation occurred, and suddenly a two-meter-diameter hole appeared in front of him! It was pitch black inside, bottomless.

  The village head hesitated for a moment and then jumped down.

  At the bottom of the cave, the village chief floated down gently. The underground space was quite large, at least as big as a football field! Moreover, it wasn't dark, and everywhere was filled with a milky white light. What was strange was that in the center of this underground space, there was a bright silver pillar about 10 meters high and 3 meters thick, covered with dense patterns. At the center of the pillar, an iron chain as thick as a wrist bound a creature that looked like a "person" tightly to it. Why say that? In fact, no matter how you looked at him, he was indeed a person, with a resolute face, looking around 40 years old, his eyes closed, and his robust body of about two meters tall was full of explosive power. His black full-body armor had silver patterns, but at the heart position, an iron chain pierced through his chest and nailed him to the pillar! The huge wound made one doubt whether he could survive with such injuries!

  But he did, his hands and feet hung naturally, his breathing was calm, but what's strange is his hair, the left half of his head had a head of black long hair, without any abnormalities, the right half was white like snow! Not a single strand of black hair! It looked so eerie yet harmonious, and the reason why he was said to be "a creature that looks very much like a human" was because on his back, on both sides, there were a pair of wings! The left wing was pure white, the right wing was pure black, but the right wing was missing a piece, as if it had been torn off by someone.

  The village head looked at him with a complex expression and said astonishingly, "Young master, they're gone."

  The man with wings slowly lifted his head, opened his eyes, and oh my god! What a pair of eyes they were! Sharp rays yet weathered from the vicissitudes of life, in their proud loneliness, a hint of inexplicable sorrow seeped through. "Has he left... I should leave too, Long Bo, you've worked hard all these years."

  His voice is low and magnetic.

  As soon as he finished speaking, the iron chains on his body suddenly broke inch by inch, and he slid down, not stopping, step by step towards the entrance of the cave. The large transparent hole in his chest slowly squirmed, and when he walked to the village chief's face, it had completely healed, including the holes in his armor. He slowly stretched out his right hand, "Return it to me."

  The village head's expression became even more complicated, wanting to say something but still sighing, a sword slowly appeared in his hand, lightly shaking in his hand, silently handing the sword over to him.

  The man's expression was cold and indifferent as he took the sword and continued walking, just about to reach the entrance of the cave. The village elder opened his mouth with a sorrowful expression.

  "Master, why must you torment yourself? You've already done more than enough for the old master! Now that I'm here, it's enough..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted. "Long Bo, don't say any more, I've made up my mind... Besides," he said with a smile, "I want to see him." Swish, and he vanished.

  All that's left is a single bright silver pillar, a pile of scrap iron and an old man with tears streaming down his face...