This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 214 Breaking the Situation

How could the village chief not sense that the young man before him was like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, using him as nourishment to begin his journey to reach a new level?

Poor thing, he had no hands or feet, and his whole body was tightly pulled by the powerful star force, like a prisoner being imprisoned, unable to move at all, and even calling for help became a luxury.

Who exactly is this young man?

At this moment, he couldn't help but regret that he had underestimated the boy in front of him. Under those eyes that were as bright as stars, the golden pupils had lost their former terror and seemed to have become nourishment for his advancement.

Having lived for so long, this was the first time he had felt such fear, as if he had seen a ghost. The power of the Golden Eyes was a forbidden power, and at this moment, drawn by the stars, the golden light remaining in the village chief's body surged into Xiao Xingchen's chest like a tide, then transformed into nutrients to nourish the Fusang Tree and help it grow strong.

Against the backdrop of the golden tree trunk, each branch seemed to emanate a mysterious power, their interplay creating a dazzling spectacle.

Only the forbidden power of the Golden Eyes is qualified to bear so many different powers.

This was Xiao Xingchen's epiphany after his body was repaired. The cultivation insights hidden in the source runes were released on their own like a flood breaking through a dam, allowing him to begin to understand everything before him.

Entering Fusang into the heart is a forbidden cultivation method, like climbing a steep cliff. The conventional cultivation method is to guide Fusang into the dantian and use the power of the dantian to propel one's moves. This is a sign of reverence for the heavens. The heart is like the sky, which is unreachable. Breaking through the heart means disrespecting the heavens.

Therefore, almost no one can successfully cultivate this method.

However, by sheer coincidence, the Golden Eyes were a forbidden power. Using this forbidden power to pierce the Heavenly Chamber of the Heart was as easy as piercing thin paper with a sharp sword, a world of difference from relying on one's own strength to do so.

Taboos are indifferent to heaven and earth, so they can naturally and easily pierce the heart. Fusang is like a golden dragon, carrying several powerful forces straight into the heart.

In an instant, a powerful force, like a surging wave, spread from his heart to his limbs and bones.

At this moment, Xiao Xingchen felt as if he had stepped into a completely new realm. With just the slightest thought, the power within his heart would erupt like a volcano. Moreover, this power brought him a unique feeling he had never experienced before, a feeling vastly different from when he was at the first level of the Spirit Platform Realm.

As the power of the Golden Eyes permeated his being like a tidal wave, his power attribute seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious veil, something he had not anticipated.

Only when Fusang rose into the sky did the stars in his eyes, like tamed wild horses, slowly slow down and gradually disappear from his pupils.

Although he couldn't see the true form of the stars in his eyes, he could deeply feel that this stellar power was the source of his uniqueness. Whether it was transmigration or rebirth, everything about him seemed to be inextricably linked to the stars in his pupils.

"Kid, if you're sober, put this old man down right now. Don't try to act all innocent after getting the benefit!"

The village chief's furious voice shattered his thoughts like a thunderclap. His eyes snapped open, the stars in his pupils vanished without a trace, and his body regained control like a bird released from its cage. The consciousness that had been almost extinguished by the golden eyes was revitalized like a withered tree in spring.

"Who are you?" As the power receded, the commotion inside the room gradually subsided. The village chief, who was suspended in the air like a human stump, had a face so gloomy it seemed as if water could drip from it.

"Um... do you have any more jars? I'll go find you one?"

Xiao Xingchen asked somewhat guiltily, after all, he had just absorbed the golden light of the person in front of him, which had transformed him and allowed him to reach a higher level. Moreover, the old man in front of him was truly pitiful, with his limbs cut off like a human stick, which added to his pitiful appearance. He had almost drained such an old man dry, and he felt really guilty.

"Hmph, I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes! Now, get out of here right now!" The village chief's roar was deafening, as if it would blow the roof off.

"Ah? You..."

Xiao Xingchen was struck dumb, frozen in place. The old man was in such a state; if he were to just walk away like that, he would be utterly inhuman.

He couldn't bear to leave an old man without limbs floating in the air. As for the old man cursing him, so be it; he had taken advantage of the old man. "Grandpa, let me find you a place to settle down first," Xiao Xingchen said, his voice tinged with guilt.

Before Xiao Xingchen could make a move, a commotion suddenly came from outside the door, and with a whoosh, a group of people rushed in like a tide.

The first thing to come into view was a huge vat, as large as a small mountain, which fell from the sky and smashed the old man into it like Mount Tai crushing an egg. Then, like a mischievous child, the vat flipped over and landed steadily on the ground with a "thud." A head popped out of the vat, and the village chief's appearance, resembling a human pig, made Xiao Xingchen's teeth ache.

"Alright, really alright! Village Chief, you're amazing! You can even bring the dead back to life!" Huan Wushuang exclaimed as she walked over, her face full of astonishment. She looked left and right, clearly still savoring the memory of the collision between the two.

"roll!"

The village chief's roar was like thunder, making everyone's ears ring.

"I'm telling you, you old geezer, my house collapsed, you'll have to pay for it!" The old woman with the dragon-headed cane ignored his anger, walked out on her own, and plopped down on the ruins of the bed. Her cane thumped on the ground, making a "thump-thump" sound, as if she were questioning him.

"Same here. We were just enjoying the sun in the yard, when disaster struck. Tell me, how are you going to compensate us? Don't blame me for being impolite if you don't." Lord Ma sneered, but this time his target was Xiao Xingchen. The embroiderer and the old blind man echoed his sentiments.

"It's all this kid's fault. Make him pay for it, and get the hell out of here," the village chief said irritably.

"Are you alright?" Ruoxue suppressed a laugh as she approached Xiao Xingchen. He appeared unchanged, but Ruoxue sensed that he had undergone a complete transformation, becoming even more insightful and clear-headed.

"It's nothing. In fact, I should thank them. Who are these people?"

Xiao Xingchen's attitude instantly became extremely humble. At this moment, his respect for the people before him had reached its peak. These people seemed ordinary, but in reality, they were all deeply hidden masters.

"This is the village chief!"

"Ah, the village chief?"

Xiao Xingchen frowned deeply, staring at the jar that looked like a human stick, his face filled with speechlessness.

"What? You look down on this old man? If it weren't for me, you would have been dead long ago. Damn it, all the golden light that I finally managed to restore over the years has been squandered by you. Chen Xiaoni, if you don't steal a few jars of Old Chen's old wine to offer me this time, I will definitely not let this go."

"Of course, when I get back I will definitely steal a few jars to offer to you properly. Is he alright now?"

"He's as strong as an ox, what could possibly happen to him?"

The village chief was furious, then glared at the old man and woman sitting beside him and snorted coldly.

"Keep those things you shouldn't see or say to yourself. If anyone dares to leak them out, don't blame me for turning my back on them."

After these words, all the old men turned their gazes to Xiao Xingchen.

"What do you mean by this? Are you disregarding my words?"

Huan Wushuang quickly began to explain.

"Village chief, we all know about your affairs, and we would never go around talking about them. It's just that this kid is a bit strange!"

"What do you mean?" Xiao Xingchen shuddered as so many eyes stared at him like hungry wolves. Their gazes seemed to penetrate his soul and reach the deepest part of his heart.

"Hmm? If this kid wasn't strange, how could he have caused so much trouble? Get him out of here right now, and don't let him set foot in the anthill again, and definitely don't let him come near us. You all keep a close eye on him, if he comes back..."

"Wait a minute, Old Stick, we have something important to ask him."

The old woman with the dragon-headed crutch interrupted the village chief without hesitation, which aroused the village chief's suspicion. He thought to himself: These people in front of him are all ruthless and murderous. Why would they pay so much attention to a boy? Even if this boy is somewhat different, why would they value him so much?

"What happened?"

At this moment, the village chief also noticed something amiss, as if something beyond his comprehension was happening.

"Young man, come and sit down. We have something important to ask you."

The old lady with the long gait suddenly waved, which flattered Xiao Xingchen, and the village chief was just as bewildered. Everyone formed a circle around a jar, which should normally be the center of attention, but at this moment, all eyes were on Xiao Xingchen.

"What exactly do you intend to do?" the village chief pressed again.

"Old man, even if you didn't tell us your little secret, we could guess what was going on, so there's nothing surprising about it. What surprises us is this kid, in his memories..."

"What memory?" Xiao Xingchen's heart tightened.

“Let me explain. The collision between you and the village chief just now caused a surge of power, like a boulder being thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples that reflected the memories deep within your souls like a mirror. That’s why we saw those unbelievable scenes. Isn’t that what you wanted to ask, old lady?” Ruoxue hurriedly explained.

“That’s right, we have no interest in the old man’s forbidden golden eyes, and those beings above the Three Realms wouldn’t even consider us insignificant ants. But in your memories…”

Xiao Xingchen stood up abruptly as if electrocuted, for his memories contained countless secrets that could not be revealed!

If these memories were to be projected out, the consequences would be unimaginable, sending chills down his spine and making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

"You don't need to be nervous. Only a few of us have seen that memory. We promise not to leak it out. Besides, those memories are so blurry, like they're shrouded in mist, that you can't see them clearly at all. There are just a few questions that we need you to confirm."

Xiao Xingchen's brows furrowed tightly, like crumpled paper, and he inwardly groaned, "Isn't this difficult enough?"

The memory deep in his heart was a secret he cherished as his life, but now it had been ruthlessly exposed. How could he not be extremely anxious?

"What did you all see?" His voice was as if struck by a heavy hammer, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.