I Can Grant Origin Powers To Anything-Chapter 57: Attack

That night was a sleepless one.

The next day, the sky was bright and early.

Feng Zhichen and Sun Lingli, who had already packed their luggage, set off on the road to the Imperial Capital Airport under the escort of the Martial Artist Association.

Along the way, the master and apprentice remained silent; Feng Zhichen closed his eyes to rest, while Sun Lingli earnestly held a chemistry book in her hand, muttering continuously "hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, silicon, phosphorus, sulfur, chlorine, argon, potassium, calcium..."

It was as if she was chanting, but even if she was, she was doing it very seriously, after all, this had to do with her future chances of not being single.

Until they got out of the car.

Only then did Feng Zhichen let out a long breath, a slight relaxation appearing in his eyes.

He wasn’t afraid of an attack—having lived for nearly a hundred years, what hadn’t he encountered?

But this was Qingzhou City, an ordinary city on the border of the Great Xia Empire, where the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. War and attacks alike should be kept at bay on the Polar Star Battlefield.

They should not be disturbed.

"Sorry for the disruption during this period."

He warmly thanked those from the Martial Artist Association who came to see them off and then said goodbye.

The master and apprentice together carried their luggage and headed to the airport.

Traveling light and simple.

Although City Lord Yue Jinyan and Martial Arts Association President Du Ruo both expressed their desire to personally see Elder Feng off, Feng Zhichen declined. If it weren’t inconvenient to hire a cab, he might not even have used a special car.

Creating such a big disturbance, how could they have the face to make them take time out of their busy schedules?

It was only halfway there.

Feng Zhichen paused, a slight smile appearing in his eyes.

"What are you smiling at? I just feel that back then somehow you at least spared me. Now that you’re leaving, there’s no chance to meet again, so I specifically came to see you off."

In the distance, Lie Fengyun looked displeased, unwilling, and reluctant...

But his body honestly walked over and said, "Big brother didn’t want to come; if I didn’t, you’d probably hold it against me, so I specifically came to see you off."

"Thank you, Xiaoyun."

Feng Zhichen replied with a smile.

Lie Fengyun said irritably, "Go on, at your age still wandering outside aimlessly, wouldn’t it be better to stay home and enjoy your golden years?"

Feng Zhichen chuckled, "Just wanted to see the two of you."

"That’s it?"

"And to say sorry, but I already said it the first time we met, so I don’t plan on saying it again."

Lie Fengyun’s eyes showed a hint of complexity as he casually picked up the suitcase in Feng Zhichen’s hand and said, "You’ve changed a lot, old man."

"I said, people change."

Lie Fengyun curled his lip and said, "It would have been great if you were like this back then."

Feng Zhichen’s smile gradually faded, and he seriously replied, "Back then, I was narrow-minded. You were only trying to complete your mission. Privately passing martial skills to comrades to enhance their combat power was a last resort and carried no ulterior motives. I shouldn’t have pursued the matter excessively, leading to disaster, and causing your big brother to lose an arm."

"Yes."

Lie Fengyun responded quietly, seemingly recalling those days on the Polar Star Battlefield.

The Explosive Flame operation.

An extremely dangerous squad mission.

To increase the success rate of the mission, big brother didn’t hesitate to break the rules and impart his Wind Fist Style martial skills to more than a hundred fellow brothers and comrades. The Wind Fist Style martial skill was simple and brutal, greatly damaging to the body, but it could indeed maximize combat power in a short time.

It was a last resort, and they had prepared to face the master’s wrath. Secretly and recklessly passing martial skills on such a large scale almost completely spread the Wind Fist Style.

But they truly did not expect the master’s wrath to be so insatiable. To protect his legacy, he even pressured the Polar Star Battlefield through the Martial Arts Association.

One must know, behind Feng Zhichen stood numerous Martial Arts Grandmasters who were most concerned about their own legacies.

And many of their disciples served in the Polar Star Battlefield, and the incident of Feng Zhichen might happen to them as well... They were all waiting to see how the Polar Star Battlefield would handle this matter.

The Polar Star Battlefield was already in the wrong and was naturally helpless; it could only send those warriors who had practiced the Wind Fist Martial Skill to the most perilous zones of the Polar Star Battlefield.

Such was akin to facing death.

My elder brother was indignant and defected out of anger, even severing one arm, vowing never to use Wind Fist Martial Skills again.

Moreover, he brought me to a godforsaken place like Qingzhou City, relying on his identity as a retired veteran from the Polar Star Battlefield to eke out a living, slandering the name of the Wind Fist Style in passing. He deeply hated the Polar Star Battlefield, so much so that he was unwilling to nurture martial artists for the Great Xia Empire.

Even so, he was still unsatisfied over the years, which prompted him to start selling the enhanced version of the Flame Killing Fist again after discovering it, going even further than the last time, all to ensure that Feng Zhichen would see it, then mock him properly at that time.

But who would have thought...

"Yes, it’s too late to change; even children know that sharing brings more joy, yet I was trapped in sectarian views. I’m not fit to be a teacher."

Feng Zhichen sighed wistfully, saying, "The grave mistake has been made; regret is useless, so I can only try to make amends... Do you remember Sun Yangwei?"

Lie Fengyun asked in surprise, "Brother Impotence?"

"Lingli is his child."

Feng Zhichen said, "Lingli became an orphan because of my selfishness back then. What I can do is adopt and cultivate her, and when she can stand on her own, pass on my life’s effort, the Wind Fist Style, to her."

Lie Fengyun looked at Sun Lingli in shock, exclaiming, "You..."

"Don’t look at me that way. Yes, my father did die because of my master, but I’ve never blamed him."

Sun Lingli said coldly, "It’s you two who were in the wrong first; although the master was heartless, he couldn’t be blamed for it. Besides, he has been striving to make amends afterward. Over the years, he has asked people everywhere to find the families of those martyrs he wronged; if they had martial talent, he would cultivate them carefully, and if not, he would ensure they had a peaceful and affluent life. He even passed on his martial skills throughout the Polar Star Battlefield, founding the Tenth Army Baoyan Army Legion. In comparison, what have you all been doing?"

"I..."

Lie Fengyun paused, embarrassed.

He bowed his head in shame, fell silent for a while, then asked, "Baoyan Army Legion?"

"Yes, I initially intended to teach all the soldiers my martial skills, but although I am unworthy, I’m confident that the martial skills and cultivation techniques I’ve created are quite unique. If they were learned by those from the Mysterious Clan... that’s why I gathered a group of young people with clean backgrounds and who were absolutely trustworthy in the Polar Star Battlefield to impart them carefully. They all regard me as their master, so I am probably the master of the entire Baoyan Army Legion."

Feng Zhichen glanced at Lie Fengyun and smiled, "So when you go back, remember to pass a message to Xiaolei for me: if he encounters any talents in the future, he should teach them carefully. My martial skills are not as precious as they used to be; if he feels he can’t teach them himself, he can recommend them to the Wind Fist Style, where I will take them in."

He paused, smiled, and said, "That’s right, look at my memory! I’ve left the complete Flame Slaying Fist with Xu Xiaoyou for you to find. It’s a refined version I’ve created in recent years that has a minimal backlash but greater power, consistent with the Flame Killing Fist. You can see him when you have time, as I’ve already instructed him in advance, and he’ll show you.

Besides me, no other martial artist in the Wind Fist Style has reached the Profound Realm, and it’s because the Flame Killing Fist causes severe physical harm. Mastering this fist technique will greatly benefit your Martial Tao path."

Lie Fengyun exclaimed in surprise, "Old thing, you..."

"We are not saints; we all make mistakes. The consequences of mistakes are irreparable, but people must look forward. I realize my mistake, and I’ve been making amends. I don’t need your forgiveness; I’ve found principles more important than my life in the process of making amends. It’s a form of self-satisfaction... but what kind of satisfaction it is, I’m satisfied, and that’s enough."

Feng Zhichen smiled while patting Lie Fengyun on the shoulder. Though his lips moved, no words could be heard.

A sharp screech resounded across the whole airport.

A pointed missile large enough for an adult to embrace descended from the sky, trailing a fiery tail and shooting rapidly toward where the three stood.

The speed was unbelievable...

"Watch out!"

A thunderous shout.

A black figure darted from afar like a cheetah, rapidly advancing with scorching flames igniting around its body.

Reacting later, it had already surpassed Feng Zhichen, Lie Fengyun, and Sun Lingli, reaching near the missile, with its single burning arm, of overwhelming might.

"Flame Slaying Rising Dragon Fist!"

A fist struck upward firmly onto the missile’s tip.

The fist’s power was immense yet very precise, hitting right at its center of gravity.

The missile immediately veered off course skyward... but upon taking the heavy blow, only after altering its direction and flying dozens of meters high did the missile explode violently.

Scorching flames accompanied by erupting shock waves swept in all directions.

Though Lie Fenglei had already rapidly retreated with the force of his perfect strike, he was still rolled several dozen meters by the hot shock wave... unable to stand up.

The attack had arrived!