High Martial Arts: Invincibility Begins with Fishing Through the Heavens

To his surprise, he found that the door of the Kaishan Martial Arts School was open.

"Is Yi Ling at home?"

"It's Wednesday today, shouldn't she be at school?"

Yi Feng was somewhat puzzled.

He slowly walked through the gate and immediately saw a scene that astonished him.

Inside the Kaishan Martial Arts School, the atmosphere was bustling and lively.

"Ah!"

"First move: Splitting mountains and breaking rocks!"

"Second move: The Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains!"

"..."

A middle-aged man was leading a dozen or so disciples in practicing the "Three Forms of Mountain Opening".

Upon seeing these people, especially the middle-aged man at the head, Yi Feng couldn't help but shrink his pupils, his face filled with disbelief and bewilderment.

Because the middle-aged man was none other than Yi Shan, Yi's father, who had been missing for more than three months.

Those disciples were also elite disciples who had disappeared for more than three months.

But now, all of these people have actually come back.

How can this be?

Yi Feng could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Most importantly, he discovered that the moment he saw Yi Shan and these elite disciples, the life essence within him was boiling, surging, and repelling.

This reaction only occurred when he encountered that evil spirit.

Whether it was just his imagination or not, Yi Feng felt as if the entire Kaishan Martial Arts School was shrouded in an eerie aura, making him feel somewhat oppressed.

"You damned brat, where have you been gallivanting off to again?"

"Where did all that money I spent on that equipment go?"

……

"Look at you, doing nothing all day long. I, Yi Shan, have been wise all my life, how could I have given birth to such a good-for-nothing as you?"

Just as Yi Feng was feeling uneasy, Yi Shan and the dozen or so elite disciples noticed him entering.

Instantly, Yi Shan frowned upon seeing him, followed by a stern reprimand and nagging.

From childhood to adulthood, the original owner had experienced countless similar scoldings and nagging.

In Yi Shan's eyes, the original owner's son had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Just seeing him made him angry, and he couldn't help but scold him.

The original owner was constantly scolded and was both afraid of and annoyed by Yi's father, so he basically avoided him.

However, Yi Feng was no longer the original owner of this body. Therefore, he paid no attention to Yi Shan's familiar reprimands. Instead, he stared intently at Yi Shan and those elite disciples.

He wanted to see if these people were human or something else.

To Yi Feng's surprise, he couldn't detect anything unusual about them.

Yi Shan's tone, expression, and actions were exactly the same as those in the original owner's memory, without the slightest difference.

Even though he used the [Light] property to infuse his eyes and observe the colors of their life fluctuations, none of these people's life fluctuations showed any ominous colors.

However, Yi Feng still noticed some problems.

The life fluctuations of these people are very stable, without any fluctuations whatsoever.

But how could that be? People are constantly moving and thinking; the life energy they emit should be constantly changing.

Yet the fluctuations and colors of these people's lives seem to be eternally fixed in a certain state by a mysterious force, without the slightest ripple.

This is very wrong.

"Wind, you're back!"

"Oh my son, it's been so long since I've seen you. You've gotten so thin."

"Without your mother to take care of you, look at the state you've become."

"He looked just like a beggar."

Just then, a dignified woman suddenly appeared in the corridor of the third floor above. The moment she saw Yi Feng, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

The woman then jumped down and went straight to Yi Feng's side, grabbing him and examining him closely, looking extremely distressed.

She was none other than Yi's mother.

"beggar?"

Yi Feng was a little confused, then he glanced at the clothes he was wearing.

He hadn't changed his clothes for half a month since he left, and they were already tattered in many places, making him look no different from a beggar.