Chapter 1463: Awakening

While Gu Yi Feng and his village and the "Cultural Bridge" plan were shining on a global scale, a story from another time and space quietly unfolded—a fierce confrontation across history and legend: the fierce battle with the famous Three Kingdoms general Zhao Yun, and the legendary "Blood Sword."

The story took place on a stormy night. A rift in time and space inadvertently tore open at the edge of the village where Gu Yi Feng lived, sweeping him into an ancient and mysterious era—the Three Kingdoms. Gu Yi Feng was shocked to find himself in the middle of a battlefield filled with the flames of war, surrounded by soldiers in iron armor holding long spears, war drums thundering, and arrows falling like rain.

Just as he was at a loss, a heroic general in silver armor holding a long spear rode over on horseback. It was none other than Zhao Zilong of Changshan, Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun's gaze was like a torch, as if it could see through the human heart, and he said slowly: "Who comes? Why do you trespass into my army's formation?"

Although Gu Yi Feng was surprised, he quickly calmed down. He knew well that he was in another world and had to be careful. He cupped his hands in a salute and replied: "I am Gu Yi Feng, who has strayed into this place, and I have no malicious intent. I wish to compete with the general to prove my innocence."

Upon hearing this, a trace of appreciation flashed across Zhao Yun's brow. He held his spear in hand and laughed: "What a heroic stranger, I, Zhao Yun, will accompany you for a few rounds!" Having said that, he rode forward, his long spear like a dragon, taking Gu Yi Feng head-on.

Although Gu Yi Feng had no martial arts, relying on the agility and wisdom he had exercised in the modern world, he cleverly dodged Zhao Yun's attacks while looking for opportunities to counterattack. The two went back and forth, fighting to a standstill, and the soldiers and generals around were all amazed by this contest across time and space.

However, just as the battle entered a white-hot stage, a strange force suddenly emerged, and a long sword, red all over and emitting an ominous aura, appeared out of thin air in Gu Yi Feng's hand. This was the legendary "Blood Sword," a magic sword capable of devouring blood and enhancing the holder's strength.

Gu Yi Feng felt the power surging in the sword and was shocked. He knew that this sword was by no means a good thing, but if he did not use it, he feared he would be unable to withstand Zhao Yun's offensive. In struggle and hesitation, he eventually chose to grasp the "Blood Sword" and point it at Zhao Yun.

Seeing this, a trace of solemnity flashed in Zhao Yun's eyes. He knew well the evil of this sword, but as a martial general, how could he retreat? He shouted loudly, and his long spear turned into streaks of silver light, attacking Gu Yi Feng fiercely.

Gu Yi Feng gripped the "Blood Sword" tightly and, relying on the power within the sword, engaged in an even more intense confrontation with Zhao Yun. Every collision was accompanied by sparks flying and thunderous sounds, and the figures of the two shuttled across the battlefield, as if two streaks of lightning were intertwined.

However, the power of the "Blood Sword" was ultimately too evil. It not only devoured Gu Yi Feng's physical strength and will but also gradually eroded his soul. Gu Yi Feng began to feel an indescribable fear and madness surging in his heart, and he realized that if this continued, he would thoroughly become a puppet of this magic sword.

Just at this critical moment, Zhao Yun suddenly withdrew his spear and stood still. Looking at Gu Yi Feng's eyes, which were distorted by the power of the magic sword, he said deeply: "You are not a person of this world, why fall into the abyss for a moment of victory? Put down the sword, and I will let you leave."

Gu Yi Feng was shocked upon hearing this. He felt the sincerity and compassion in Zhao Yun's words, and a warm current surged in his heart. He struggled with all his might and finally released his tight grip on the "Blood Sword," letting it dissipate into the night sky as a streak of red light.

With the disappearance of the "Blood Sword," Gu Yi Feng felt an unprecedented sense of relief and liberation. He bowed deeply to Zhao Yun, thanking him for his life-saving and teaching grace. Subsequently, the rift in time and space opened again, sending him back to his own world.

Returning to the village, Gu Yi Feng's heart was filled with emotion and reflection on that experience. He realized that true power did not come from external weapons or forces, but from inner belief and persistence. He regarded this experience as a valuable lesson and wealth, and became even more determined in his belief to strive for peace and cultural inheritance. And the legend of the "Blood Sword" also became a mysterious and cautionary story circulating in the village.

Gu Yi Feng returned from the time-space rift, his steps slightly staggering, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the familiar and tranquil scene, but his heart could not calm down from the shock and reflection brought by that fierce battle across time and space. When the villagers saw him return, they gathered around one after another, concernedly asking about his whereabouts and safety, but Gu Yi Feng just smiled and shook his head, saying nothing more.

In the dead of night, Gu Yi Feng sat alone under the old locust tree in the village, the moonlight spilling over him, making him look particularly cold. He closed his eyes and pondered, his mind constantly replaying the scene of the battle with Zhao Yun, as well as the temptation and danger brought by the "Blood Sword." Just as he was immersed in self-reflection, a majestic and deep voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Hmph, you kid, you really are a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers!"

Gu Yi Feng opened his eyes suddenly, only to see an old man in ancient martial general attire standing before him. The old man's hair and beard were all white, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. It was none other than the other Three Kingdoms famous general he had briefly fought when he traveled through time and space. Although he did not directly state his identity, that aura was enough to make people feel awe.

"Senior..." Gu Yi Feng quickly stood up and saluted, secretly guessing the old man's intention.

"Hmph, don't call me senior, I'm not here to award you a medal." The old man's tone carried a bit of reproach. "Do you know that if General Zhao Yun hadn't been merciful today, knowing you were not from this world, you would have already died? Not to mention that you were almost devoured by the 'Blood Sword' and became its puppet!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yi Feng's face turned red, his heart filled with shame and self-reproach. He lowered his head and said sincerely: "The junior was wrong, indeed too reckless, and almost made a huge mistake. Thank you, Senior and General Zhao Yun, for saving my life, and thank you, Senior, for your admonition, which allowed me to wake up."

Seeing this, the old man's tone softened slightly, but it remained stern: "To know one's mistake and correct it is the greatest virtue. But you must remember that true power is not just about martial arts or possessing divine artifacts, but more importantly, inner firmness and kindness. If you cannot control your own power, you may become a slave to power, or even harm others."

Gu Yi Feng nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, deeply engraving the old man's words in his heart. He understood that this experience was not only a test of his courage and wisdom but also a baptism of his inner self. He resolved to be more cautious in his future actions, not to forget his original intention, and to continue contributing his strength to peace and cultural inheritance. ===== CHAPTER 1464 =====