Akashic Scroll Of Heavenly way

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 : Old man Fei



The mountain wind was cold that morning, carrying the scent of pine and iron. Clouds hung low like shrouds over the peaks, as if the heavens themselves mourned what had been left behind.

Li Wei stood at the edge of the forest path, his robe fluttering slightly in the wind, eyes lingering on the direction of the now-distant Crimson Peak Sect. He could still feel the faint ache in his ribs from the battle—scars of victory etched into his body.

Behind him, Uncle Han adjusted the massive bundle slung over his shoulder and grunted, "Don't look back. That place was never home."

Li Wei nodded, jaw clenched. "I'm not mourning it. I'm promising myself—I'll return one day. Stronger."

Han chuckled. "Then get moving. You've got a long way to go."

They moved for days across unfamiliar valleys and through villages where the stories of sects and cultivators were little more than whispers. During the journey, Uncle Han found a hidden valley flanked by cliffs and a fresh river—a perfect place to vanish and rebuild.

In that valley, time stretched.

Li Wei slept for two days straight under the medicinal aura of burning phoenix-horn lotus, the rare herb Uncle Han had used to accelerate his recovery. When he awoke, his body pulsed with warmth, strength coiling beneath his skin like thunder waiting to erupt.

Uncle Han's training began without warning. One morning, while Li Wei was drinking river water, Han attacked with a burst of speed so intense it shattered the stone beneath his feet.

Li Wei barely dodged. "What the—!?"

Han didn't answer. A flurry of strikes followed—palm techniques with force so precise they cut wind, leg sweeps that could collapse tree trunks.

"You're too slow," Han said mid-attack. "Too polite. You're a cultivator now. You fight to kill."

Li Wei gritted his teeth. He had barely recovered, and now he was being thrown against a wall of fury. But beneath the pain, something else bloomed—clarity. His body responded faster than it ever had, his instincts sharper.

He was evolving.

By nightfall, Li Wei collapsed, drenched in sweat, clothes torn, skin bruised. And yet, he smiled.

Weeks passed. Uncle Han finally sent Li Wei into the nearest city—Zhenluo—to fetch rare herbs.

The herb shop was hidden between taverns, its sign faded, its door hanging slightly ajar. Inside, Li Wei was greeted by the aroma of crushed spirit roots and dried sageleaf.

A soft voice spoke from behind a curtain, "You're not from around here."

The speaker stepped out—a blind woman in her late forties, her eyes milky but gaze strangely piercing.

"Mei Lin," she said, offering a slight bow. "You need blood-coiling grass and moon-thistle. But more than that, you need direction."

Li Wei blinked. "How did you—?"

Mei Lin smiled. "Your soul has the scent of someone I once knew."

As she packed the herbs, the ground trembled faintly. Outside, shouts erupted.

Rushing outside, Li Wei found the source: a group of five young cultivators had surrounded a bruised and defiant youth in tattered robes. It was Jiang Bo—the same fighter Li Wei had seen back at the sect's outer arena.

The leader of the group, clad in black and gold, sneered. "You think you can flee after what you did, Min Qui?"

Min Qui spat blood. ..."I don't owe the Black Vine Syndicate a thing."

The crowd was forming, but no one dared interfere. Blackvine wasn't a group known for their leniency, they were ruthless and at the center of every illegal activity in the village and beyond. Their influence spanned past that tiny village .

Li Wei moved without thinking. "That's enough."

The group turned. "Who the hell are you?"

"No one," Li Wei said. "Just someone who hates cowards."

He stepped forward, his qi flaring.

A moment later, chaos exploded. Swords clashed, blasts of force shattered crates and walls. Li Wei's strikes were brutal, his movement refined from Uncle Han's tormenting drills.

Min Qui was surprised...he recognized li Wei. Surprised at how powerful he has become .

Have you thought about it ? ...the leader of Blackvine said.

We have no business with you ...why interfere?

Li Wei didn't stop fighting, he replied ....like I said ,I hate cowards.

He didn't kill them—but made sure they couldn't walk for a while.

He grabbed Min Qui. "We need to move—now!"

They ducked into back alleys, sprinting toward the edge of the city—but more pursuers closed in. Just as they reached the slums, a wiry figure stepped into their path.

An old man. Clothes stained, beard wild, flask swinging from one hand. He reeked of sour wine.

"Old man, move!" Li Wei barked.

But the drunk raised a finger and whispered, "Hush, boy. I smell war on your soul... and something older on your skin."

He glanced at Jiang, then Li Wei.

With a sigh, the drunkard stamped his foot. An ancient wave of qi pulsed outward—a technique so profound that the air shimmered.

The pursuers stopped short, eyes confused. "Where did they go?"

But Li Wei and Jiang Bo were still there—just... unseen.

Old Man Fei grinned. "I haven't used Veil of the Vanishing Mist in twenty years. Let's go, before my knees give out."

As they ran past the herbs shop Mei lin looked out and saw the old drunk, with a barely noticeable movement she gave him a nod.... then turned and started to close up shop.

They returned to the hut where Li Wei had been staying. Min Qui was still gasping. "That… was insane. You really saved me."

Li Wei chuckled, exhausted. "Don't thank me. Thank the drunk."

But why did you save us ?...who are you ?

The drunkard sat at the fire, refilling his flask. "You smell like Han."

Li Wei froze. "You know Uncle Han?"

The old man raised a brow. "Han Feng and I once broke through an empire's treasury just to get a single Chaos Pearl. That was before he got all serious and started babysitting brats like you."

At that moment, Uncle Han arrived.

"Fei," Uncle Han said, a rare smile twitching his lips.

Fei raised his flask. "Still grumpy, I see."

They sat, old warriors reunited by fate.


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