THE SECOND AWAKENING

chapter 2

Chen POV

"If the young master needs anything, just call for me."

Marcus stood outside my room, speaking through the closed door. His voice sounded nervous, like he expected me to yell at him or throw something.

I opened the door and saw him flinch. The old Wei must have been truly terrible to him.

"Uncle Marcus, would you walk through the city with me? I feel restless staying inside all day. Maybe seeing the city will clear my mind."

He stared at me like I'd grown a second head. "Y-yes, young master," he stammered.

I could tell he didn't want to go. The original Wei's memories explained why—every time the old Wei went into the city, he caused trouble. Fights broke out. People got hurt. The city residents had learned to hate the sight of him.

But I wasn't the old Wei anymore. I needed to see the city with my own eyes and understand the situation better.

After preparing, I left my room. Marcus followed behind me, looking like a man walking toward his doom. We passed through the main gate of the Chen compound and entered the city streets.

Azure Falls City was beautiful. Buildings with curved roofs lined clean streets. Market stalls sold food and goods. Mountains rose in the distance, their peaks hidden in clouds. But as I walked, I noticed something strange.

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People saw me and immediately turned away. Mothers grabbed their children and pulled them inside. Shop owners suddenly became very busy with tasks that required them to face away from the street. Groups of people chose to walk in the opposite direction rather than pass by me.

"Uncle Marcus, why do they treat me like this? Have I done something to them?"

Marcus's face changed completely. He looked shocked by my question, then confused, then almost angry.

"I... I don't know, young master. Maybe they're just shy around someone of your status. They know they're not equal to you."

I didn't believe him. He was hiding something. But I didn't push. Some truths reveal themselves in time.

We walked deeper into the city, entering a district with wider streets and larger buildings. This was where wealthier families lived. Suddenly, a group of young men blocked our path. There were about ten of them, all dressed in expensive robes. Leading them was a tall youth around my age, with a handsome face and proud bearing.

I recognized him from the original Wei's memories. Zhao Kun—the young master of the Zhao family.

"Well, well. I thought the Chen family's worthless young master wouldn't dare leave his house. But here you are, defying my orders. Haven't I told you, Chen Wei, not to enter this district? This is my territory. No one passes without bringing me a valuable gift."

I frowned. In Chen Wei's scattered memories, I couldn't find any incident with Zhao Kun about this. But when I glanced at Marcus, he looked terrified.

"Young master, we should leave," Marcus whispered urgently. "Don't fight with the Zhao family young master. He's reached a higher cultivation level than both of us."

Unlike Marcus's fear, I felt nothing. I examined Zhao Kun and his friends carefully. None of them were stronger than me—not in terms of real skill, anyway. They might have higher cultivation levels, but that didn't mean everything.

"Let's keep walking, Uncle Marcus," I said calmly, completely ignoring Zhao Kun.

Marcus looked like he might faint from fear. But something in my confidence seemed to give him courage. He straightened his back and followed me as I walked forward.

"You arrogant fool!" Zhao Kun shouted. "How dare you ignore me! I'll teach you respect, Chen Wei!"

He moved to strike me from behind. His palm aimed for the back of my head—a blow that could kill or seriously injure. But I'd already sensed his movement. Using a technique from my ancient knowledge, I seemed to vanish from where I stood and reappeared behind him.

I kicked him lightly—barely using any strength. Zhao Kun stumbled forward several steps, completely shocked.

His friends stared with open mouths. Marcus looked like he might cry from relief or fear, I couldn't tell which.

"You... you tricked me!" Zhao Kun's face turned red with anger. "I won't hold back anymore!"

He released about half his cultivation power. Energy radiated from his body in waves. I could sense he'd reached the first level of Heavenly Spirit realm—impressive for his age. Most young people in this city were still in Earth realm.

Zhao Kun clearly thought he was far above me. He probably believed I was still in mid-level Earth realm, which would put him seven levels higher. With that advantage, he expected to crush me easily.

He attacked again, this time with full intent to seriously hurt me. But I simply raised one hand and created a shield of light in front of me. It was a basic technique from my previous knowledge, modified to work with my current weak body.

When Zhao Kun's attack hit the shield, it disappeared like water dropping into an ocean. Nothing. His powerful strike accomplished nothing.

He stood frozen, unable to believe what he'd seen. His friends looked just as shocked. Even Marcus seemed confused—he'd never seen me use a technique like this.

"What... what did you just do?" Zhao Kun whispered.

I said nothing. I just watched him, waiting to see what he'd do next.

Zhao Kun's shock turned to rage. He'd been humiliated in front of his friends and any witnesses. But instead of accepting defeat, he made a terrible choice.

"If you won't fall to my normal techniques," he growled, "then I'll use the forbidden one!"

"No!" Marcus gasped beside me.

A greenish circle appeared in the air above Zhao Kun's head. It grew larger, spinning slowly. Then something emerged from it—a massive black bird, at least thirty feet long. Its feathers seemed to absorb light. Its eyes glowed red.

The soul-eating bird from the underworld. I recognized it from my merged knowledge. This creature didn't just kill—it destroyed souls completely. Anyone killed by it couldn't reincarnate. They simply ceased to exist in any form.

Everyone in the area scattered, running for safety. The bird's presence alone was enough to terrify them. This technique was forbidden in the Zhao family except in life-or-death situations. Zhao Kun had just broken one of his family's most important rules.

But before the bird could attack, two figures suddenly appeared between us. One was my grandfather, Chen Bolin. The other was an old man I didn't recognize—probably Zhao Kun's grandfather and the Zhao family leader.

"You foolish child!" the Zhao leader shouted at his grandson. "Why would you use that technique in a simple fight? Put it away immediately, or I'll end you myself!"

Both grandfathers had apparently been walking through the city together when they sensed the forbidden technique being used. They'd rushed here instantly.

Zhao Kun's face went pale. He quickly formed seals with his hands, writing symbols in the air around the portal. The black bird flew back into the greenish circle, which then shrank and disappeared.

"Come here," his grandfather commanded.

Zhao Kun approached and knelt before the old man, head bowed. I walked to my grandfather and showed respect as well.

"Let's go home," grandfather said to me.