Chapter 53: He Jingfeng

He Jingfeng, a Sacred-class assassin under the God’s Spear, a Sino-American mixed-race transplant, was a reincarnator.

Twenty years earlier, he had been transmigrated into this world, becoming a five-year-old orphan in a New York orphanage.

Though born an orphan with a disastrous start, He Jingfeng felt no despair.

On the contrary, when he discovered this was the year 1995, a surge of ecstatic joy flooded his heart.

His past-life career had been in foreign trade; he had frequently traveled to Europe and America, possessing strong business acumen and exceptional English proficiency.

Coupled with his foreknowledge, even with an orphan’s start, he was confident he could amass great wealth using the knowledge in his mind.

As he fantasized in the orphanage about becoming a wicked capitalist, fate casually dealt him a brutal blow—

Someone had come to adopt him!

He was a well-dressed, evidently wealthy white man.

He Jingfeng discreetly inquired with the head of the orphanage about the man’s occupation.

Learning he was a partner at a law firm, He Jingfeng’s eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed.

But what he never imagined was that lawyer was merely the man’s cover identity.

In secret, he was a member of the assassin organization “God’s Spear,” tasked with finding children with assassin potential worldwide, adopting them into the organization, and sending them to overseas bases for training as assassins.

He Jingfeng was one of his successes—and the most brilliant one over the next two decades.

After becoming an adopted child of the assassin organization, He Jingfeng lost any chance at a second childhood.

From the moment he learned to walk, training and study became the entirety of his early life.

The organization’s training was anything but gentle.

Failure to meet progress quotas meant physical pain was merely the most basic punishment.

Fortunately, He Jingfeng retained his past-life memories and adult cognition; compared to his fellow orphans, his “learning ability” stood out like a crane among chickens, and he quickly rose to prominence, catching the organization’s attention.

Seeing his exceptional intelligence, the organization, at age ten, had him complete nearly all courses, and assigned him a veteran Chinese martial artist to train him in Xingyi Quan.

At first, He Jingfeng studied martial arts merely to acquire more self-defense techniques.

But over time, he was stunned to discover a warm, circulating current within his body.

His perception of the world was no longer limited to mere visual observation—he could directly sense the Qi inherent in all things.

Realizing this, He Jingfeng felt both delight and unease.

After brief reflection, he told his adoptive master.

The old martial artist, who had always appeared emotionless and indifferent to everything, instantly became excited upon hearing this, grasping He Jingfeng’s body and frantically probing him, as if verifying something.

That night, the old martial artist mysteriously left the training base.

It was the last time He Jingfeng ever saw him.

Afterward, the organization assigned another Chinese instructor—a fellow cultivator of Qi.

Of course, at that time, He Jingfeng did not yet know this was Qi, nor that he was in the world of “One Person Under Heaven.”

He only knew his treatment improved dramatically; aside from being forbidden to leave the base, he could have virtually anything he desired.

Thanks to his innate Qi talent, He Jingfeng enjoyed the highest material standards of the training base.

For a time, he even believed this was his “golden finger,” and developed an inexplicable sense of pride and superiority…

Two years later, another orphan in his cohort awakened a supernatural ability and became a fellow reserve in his tier.

Only then did He Jingfeng snap out of his arrogance, realizing he was not the sole chosen one.

From then on, He Jingfeng trained even harder, and his power surged rapidly.

At sixteen, his second adoptive master deemed himself incapable of further instructing him, and privately summoned He Jingfeng to his room, telling him that if he wished to progress further, he must return to the Eastern continent.

He Jingfeng was puzzled, pressing for answers until he finally learned the hidden truths of the supernatural world!

No wonder the Qi cultivation techniques he’d learned felt familiar…

No wonder some of his peers had awakened innate supernatural abilities…

This was the world of “One Person Under Heaven!”

With sudden clarity, He Jingfeng also felt new anticipation for the Eastern supernatural world his adoptive master described.

If this was the world of “One Person Under Heaven,” then power and money were no longer his ultimate goals.

What he should pursue was advancing further along the path of Qi cultivation—even reaching the realm of immortality.

Thus, He Jingfeng requested permission from the organization to travel east to study Qi cultivation—but the organization refused him outright for the first time.

According to the organization, Eastern Qi cultivators were immensely powerful, and all were uniformly managed by the Nandou Company.

An assassin like him entering the East would likely be spotted by the company immediately…

Of course, this was merely the organization’s official excuse.

He Jingfeng understood: he had never completed a mission; even if the company noticed him, there would be no real danger—he could simply reveal his background and voluntarily join them.

But for the organization, losing control of him meant losing a future gold-medal assassin.

He Jingfeng’s suspicions were quickly confirmed.

For immediately afterward came his first assassination mission.

The organization had determined his strength surpassed even the supernatural instructor and deemed him qualified as a Sacred-class assassin, ready to leave the base for field operations.

He Jingfeng had long anticipated this day, yet when it arrived, he still felt uneasy.

Assassin training was morally neutral; assassins raised in such an environment had no concept of universal ethics.

But He Jingfeng was a transplant—he carried his own moral compass.

Unless absolutely necessary, he had no desire to kill the innocent.

Fortunately, he was one of the rare supernatural assassins in the organization, and an Eastern supernatural with exceptional physical prowess.

The organization valued him greatly; even his first mission was contracted at Sacred-class standards, with a minimum fee of seven figures in U.S. dollars.

A target worth that price could not possibly be an ordinary person—and likely not even a good one.

After all, good people were easy to eliminate; they didn’t warrant the cost of deploying a Sacred-class assassin.

Thus, He Jingfeng’s first mission was to assassinate the boss of the Russian mob in Los Angeles.

The mission proved easier than he expected.

The client only required the target dead, with no additional constraints.

This allowed He Jingfeng to eliminate the target with the simplest method possible.

As a trained assassin, he would never storm the mob headquarters, slaughter dozens of thugs, deliver a cool line, then shoot the boss dead.

That was not what an assassin did.

After quietly investigating for half a month, He Jingfeng chose a moonless, windy night, scaled a towering water tower outside Los Angeles by hand, and, from over a kilometer away, fired a single shot that killed the target as he stepped out of the warehouse.

A supernatural using a gun did not waste his Qi advantage.

Thanks to years of rigorous training and enhanced bodily perception from his primordial Qi, He Jingfeng possessed extraordinary control over his muscle groups.

This gave him superior firearms aptitude compared to ordinary people.

His favorite and most skilled method was long-range sniping.

Even now, the training base still preserves his record for the longest sniper shot, set when he was fifteen…

(End of Chapter)