Chapter 39

The little old man did not answer Ye Feng's question but casually plucked a leaf, pinched it at his fingertips, and said in a very casual tone: "Plucking leaves to kill, it seems simple, but in reality, it requires precise control of Qi Strength."

"A leaf is as light as nothing, but if it can be condensed into a single point, it can also erupt with astonishing power!"

He said this, flicked his wrist lightly, and the leaf flew out like an arrow leaving the bowstring, directly striking a large tree in the distance.

The leaf embedded itself into the trunk, and immediately after, a muffled sound was heard, and the large tree fell directly!

Ye Feng was dumbfounded, secretly admiring in his heart: "This old gentleman's skill is indeed unfathomable!"

The little old man turned to look at Ye Feng, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness: "You try."

Ye Feng nodded, plucked a leaf, and according to the little old man's method, condensed the True Qi in his body at his fingertips.

He flicked his wrist, and the leaf flew out, but this time the speed and power were clearly much stronger than before.

"Not bad, there is progress."

The little old man nodded, his tone carrying a hint of approval.

"However, your Qi Strength is not condensed enough. Remember, Qi Strength must be like water flow; it must have both explosive power and sustainability."

Ye Feng nodded and continued to practice.

Under the little old man's guidance, his progress was rapid, as if he were merging with the Qi Strength, becoming more and more proficient!

"Old gentleman, thank you for your guidance."

Ye Feng said respectfully, his tone carrying a hint of gratitude.

The little old man waved his hand, his tone relaxed: "No need to be polite."

"Young man, you are like your father, your talent is not bad. As long as you practice diligently, your future achievements will be limitless."

Seeing the little old man was in a good mood, Ye Feng hurriedly asked: "Old gentleman, you mentioned my father just now; can you tell me about his past?"

The little old man's expression changed slightly, then he shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "Young man, some things are not yet the time for you to know."

"When your strength is strong enough, you will naturally understand."

Ye Feng's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said: "Old gentleman, I have already worked very hard!"

"Can you tell me something about my father?"

"Even if it's just a little bit!"

The little old man sighed, his tone carrying a hint of deep meaning: "Young man, your father's affairs involve too much."

"The current you is not yet able to bear these."

"However, I can tell you one thing—your father was once like you, gifted, but he ultimately chose to let go and leave."

"As for the reason, when your strength is strong enough, you will naturally know."

A stormy sea surged in Ye Feng's heart. He was about to ask again, but the little old man had already turned and walked toward the outside of the park.

"Old gentleman, please wait a moment!"

Ye Feng hurriedly chased after him, but the little old man's figure was like a ghost, disappearing into the morning mist in the blink of an eye!

Ye Feng stood where he was, his heart filled with disappointment and confusion.

He looked down and found an old, tattered book lying on the ground, with three large characters written on the cover—"One Yang Finger".

Ye Feng picked up the book, opened it, and found it recorded an extremely profound martial arts technique. His heart shook, and he muttered to himself: "This... which old gentleman left this for me?"

Ye Feng held the "One Yang Finger" technique, his heart filled with confusion.

Immediately after, he hurried back home, first cooked a simple meal for his mother, Shen Yurou, accompanied her to finish eating, and only then returned to his own room.

Closing the door, Ye Feng sat on the edge of the bed and carefully opened the tattered technique.

However, the moment he opened the first page, the book page suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, and immediately after, the entire book turned into a ball of red light and shot directly into his body.

"What's going on?"

Ye Feng was startled. Before he could react, a familiar name suddenly appeared in his mind—Ye Zhentang!

This name was like a thunderclap, instantly exploding in Ye Feng's mind.

A stormy sea surged in his heart, and he muttered in a low voice: "Ye Zhentang... isn't this my father's name?"

"Could it be that this technique... was created by him?"

Just as he was shocked, a large amount of information suddenly surged into his mind, as if an invisible force had directly instilled the essence of the "One Yang Finger" into his memory.

Ye Feng closed his eyes, felt this information, and his heart was filled with shock.

"One Yang Finger, using Qi to control power, using power to form shapes, fingers like sharp swords, Qi like a long rainbow..."

Ye Feng recited the incantations in the technique in a low voice, and the True Qi in his body circulated involuntarily.

His fingers trembled slightly, and a hint of red light faintly appeared at his fingertips.

"This... this is the power of the One Yang Finger?"

Ye Feng opened his eyes, looked at his fingers, and his heart was filled with shock.

He stood up, walked to the corner of the room, and pointed lightly at the wall.

The red light at his fingertips instantly condensed into a tiny beam of light, striking the wall directly!

"Pfft..."

A tiny hole appeared on the wall instantly, and the red light passed directly through the entire wall!

Ye Feng's heart was filled with surprise: "This power is simply several times stronger than plucking leaves to kill!"

However, amidst the surprise, his heart was also filled with confusion: "Since this technique was created by my father, why did it appear in the hands of that little old man?"

"What exactly is the relationship between that old man and my father?"

These questions echoed constantly in Ye Feng's mind, but no matter what, he couldn't think of an answer.

"It seems I have to hurry and find my father to ask!"

He sat back on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the True Qi in his body according to the "One Yang Finger" technique.

As the True Qi flowed, red light appeared at his fingertips again, and the power in his body became stronger and stronger.

A few hours later, Ye Feng slowly opened his eyes, felt the True Qi in his body was more solid than before, and his heart was filled with confidence!

With this martial art, even if he encountered people from Sakura Valley again, he would have the confidence to retreat unscathed!

Just at this moment, his mother Shen Yurou's voice came from outside the door: "Xiaofeng, are you in the room?"

"Mom has something she wants to tell you."

Ye Feng hurriedly got up and opened the door, seeing his mother standing outside, her face full of weariness.

Ye Feng frowned, confused: "Mom, why haven't you rested yet?"

Shen Yurou walked into the room, sat on the edge of the bed, her tone carrying a hint of hesitation: "Xiaofeng, Mom just had a dream and dreamed of your dad."

"He... he seems to have something he wants to say to you!"

Ye Feng's heart shook, and he hurriedly asked: "Mom, you dreamed of Dad?"

"What did he say?"

Shen Yurou shook her head, her tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "Mom can't remember clearly, only remember he kept calling your name, seeming very anxious."