Peach Blossom Unmatched

Chapter 8 The Inheritance of the Divine

Regarding the situation of this pendant, apart from knowing that he had snatched it from the "Immortal Instructor", Qin Feng knew nothing else.

The "Immortal Instructor" was the honorific title for Isabella, the beautiful instructor on Death Island. No one knew her exact age. It was said that she had already taken up the position of instructor twenty years ago, and her appearance had not changed at all until now, still as young as before.

When Qin Feng was fourteen years old, he successfully kissed Isabella forcefully, which was regarded as a classic incident, because no man had ever been able to take advantage of her before.

The shark tooth pendant was what he tore off from her neck when he kissed her forcefully.

For this, Young Master Qin paid a heavy price. Not only was he chased by the Immortal Instructor every day, but he also had to face three times more training tasks than others.

Judging from the current situation, this was definitely not an ordinary shark tooth.

Shark teeth were not uncommon, but he had truly never seen one that could "suck blood" and change color before.

Moreover, he vaguely felt that this thing could still change.

He took out a sharp blade from his belt buckle. Although he was now an ordinary person, he still maintained his previous habit of hiding no less than ten weapons that could kill people on his body.

He used the blade to make a cut on his index finger, and blood immediately oozed out.

He dropped the blood droplets onto the crescent-shaped pendant. The bright red blood emitted a wisp of white smoke and then disappeared.

As more and more blood droplets fell, the color of the pendant became darker and darker—from the previous golden yellow to purple gold, then from purple gold to crimson, followed by dark red, blackish red.

Finally, it turned completely black, shining with a strange light like a black pearl.

Whoosh...

A ray of light shot into Qin Feng’s finger. Before he could make any reaction, he had already lost his consciousness. His head tilted and he fell onto the table.

The crescent pendant continued to emit light, and it slowly merged into his body like drawing silk.

As time passed minute by minute, the color of the pendant began to fade gradually—dark gray, gray, light gray, until it returned to its original ivory white.

The whole process lasted four hours.

When the pendant returned to its original state, the sky outside had already turned pale.

After a while longer, Qin Feng woke up slowly.

"What’s going on?" The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to grab the pendant.

At this moment, it looked no different from before it changed, and even the cord was intact.

Just as he was puzzled, a deep voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Young man, since you have obtained my inheritance, you are my disciple. From now on, you must carry forward our school. My Taoist name is Lingxuan Daoist, and our school is called Tongxuan Sect. Remember to find the sacred artifact of our school, the Town Heaven Seal, and restore the glory of our school. The cultivation method has been engraved in your heart. Remember that the Dao is boundless, and diligence can make up for lack of talent."

Qin Feng was a materialist and never believed in gods and ghosts.

"It must be an illusion. It should be an illusion caused by the new environment and the sad news of my parents’ death," he said to himself.

Just when he was about to believe this judgment, a scroll suddenly appeared in his mind, filled with ancient Chinese characters in traditional form.

He remembered that since he was three years old, his mother, who was a primary school teacher, had required him to memorize ancient texts such as *The Analects of Confucius* and *Standards for Being a Good Student and Child*. At that time, he felt tired of reciting them every time.

Later, he never had such an opportunity again, and he even dreamed of going back to that time. He had this dream for a full fifteen years.

With a foundation in ancient Chinese, it was a piece of cake for him to understand the obscure characters on the scroll.

As he read on, he unconsciously stood up from the chair. According to the requirements in the text, he sat cross-legged on the floor, crossed his hands and placed them on his legs, with his five hearts facing the sky.

The air in the room began to circulate on its own with him as the center, forming a faint "tornado" above his head, which also looked a bit like the satellite cloud images often seen in weather forecasts.

A stream of Qi began to flow slowly in his body. The parts it passed through felt warm and very comfortable.

He vaguely remembered that the Qi seemed to originate from the lower abdomen. Following a special path, it passed through the head and neck, chest and abdomen, and limbs one by one, and finally returned to the lower abdomen.

This process was called "Qi Refining" on the scroll. During the Qi Refining process, a person was in a state of clarity, and their six senses became extremely sharp.

The Laosan Street Police Station was composed of one building and dozens of rooms. He could clearly sense the situation in every room—including the postures of the police officers dozing off in the monitoring room and the duty room, and the frequency of their breathing.

A police car stopped in the yard. A potbellied middle-aged man got out of the car, wiping his sweat while making a phone call: "Master Long, don’t worry. I guarantee that what happened last night won’t happen again. You must believe me and give me another chance."

A deep voice came from the phone’s speaker: "Fatty Ma, remember this—opportunities are always for those who are prepared. I’ll give you face this time. If you can’t handle this matter well, you can wait to be dismissed.******" (Note: "Dudu" is the sound of a disconnected phone call in Chinese, retained here for authenticity)

Fatty Ma swallowed with a look of fear, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and hurried into the office building.

As soon as he entered the office, he called in several of his confidants. After briefly asking about what happened last night, he couldn’t wait to say: "Quickly classify the suspect as guilty of intentional injury and ask the court to give a severe sentence. Send that kid to the detention center later and let the people inside take good care of him. It would be best if we can force him to commit suicide. If not, just do it directly. Remember, it must be clean."

One of his confidants nodded: "Don’t worry. We’ve done this kind of thing before. We won’t leave any clues."

Another confidant looked embarrassed and said: "Director, people from Qin’s Group came last night. What if they interfere?"

Fatty Ma’s face turned cold: "Then we’ll resolve this matter before them. When the person is dead, it will all be over. What else can they say or do?"

"What about Squadron Leader Shu? What if she meddles in other people’s business? It will be very difficult for us brothers to handle it."

Fatty Ma said disdainfully: "She’s just a stupid woman. If she’s really stupid enough to meddle in other people’s business, even if she has someone backing her up from above, she’ll still end up in trouble. Don’t have any worries. Just do the job well. I’ll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

"Understood!"

Qin Feng, whose six senses were extremely sharp, heard their conversation clearly. It seemed that things were really going to get troublesome.

He had originally thought that with the people from Qin’s Group stepping in, he could stay out of it. But now it seemed that they didn’t even plan to give Hou Bao and Mei Hui a chance.

What to do? Maybe he should escape.

At worst, he would become a wanted criminal in China. When he was a killer before, he had been wanted by more than twenty countries in Europe and America and was listed as one of the top ten most dangerous people, even ranking higher than the mafia boss.

Because he was the one who killed the mafia boss.

Just when he had almost made up his mind and was about to take action, the clear sound of high-heeled shoes came, getting closer and closer.

It must be Policewoman Shu Yajing. An idea suddenly popped into his mind, and he immediately had a new plan.