THE SECOND AWAKENING

chapter 5

Chen POV

"Of course. Your father was like my own brother, closer than blood. I've always suspected something terrible happened to him. If you're finally ready to search for truth, I want to be part of it."

I felt warmth in my chest. This was real care, genuine affection. Uncle Feng truly loved me like a son.

"Thank you, uncle. I'd be grateful for your help. But we must be careful. I've learned that dangerous people might be involved."

"All the more reason you need someone watching your back." He sheathed his sword. "What did you find in your father's study?"

I showed him the letter and explained what it revealed. His face grew darker as he read.

"Four great families," he muttered. "Your father mentioned them once, years ago. He said they controlled the kingdom from the shadows, but I thought he was exaggerating. If he was right..."

"Then our problems are much bigger than we thought," I finished.

We spent the next hour discussing strategy. Uncle Feng agreed we should investigate the locations on the map, starting with the one in the merchant district since it was closest and safest. But we'd need to be subtle, not draw attention.

As evening approached, I returned to my room to continue cultivating. I practiced the technique from the jade pendant first—the method for hiding my cultivation level. It was tricky, requiring precise control of internal energy to create false readings when someone probed your power.

After mastering that, I worked on the inheritance manual techniques. My body was definitely getting stronger. The pathways for energy flow were more open now. Soon I'd be ready to attempt breaking through to the next realm level.

But I had to be patient. Rushing would damage my foundation. Better to build slowly and correctly than quickly and shoddily.

Around midnight, I heard a sound outside my window. Just a soft scrape, like someone's foot sliding on roof tiles.

I was being watched again.

Without showing any sign I'd noticed, I continued cultivating normally. But I extended my spiritual sense outward, trying to locate the watcher. There—on the roof of the building across the courtyard. A figure in dark clothes, perfectly still.

They were skilled. Most people wouldn't have detected them at all. But with my enhanced awareness and the techniques I'd developed, I could sense their presence easily.

I pretended to finish cultivating and lay down to sleep. The figure remained in place for another hour, then silently disappeared into the night.

Someone was very interested in what I did when alone. Were they trying to figure out how I'd suddenly become more capable? Or were they watching for something specific?

Either way, I'd need to be more careful. From now on, I'd save my real cultivation for times when I was certain no one could observe me.

I actually did sleep then, knowing tomorrow would be busy. Uncle Feng and I would visit the merchant district to investigate the first location on father's map. Whatever we found there might bring us closer to understanding the conspiracy that had destroyed my mother and disappeared my father.

As I drifted off, one thought kept repeating in my mind.

The Chen family's enemies had made a terrible mistake. They'd tried to destroy us quietly, thinking we'd never figure out what was happening.

But they hadn't counted on me—someone with ancient knowledge and the determination to protect my family no matter what it cost.

Their time of acting in shadows was ending.

Soon, I'd drag them into the light and make them pay for every drop of Chen blood they'd spilled.

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Morning came too quickly.

I dressed in simple clothes—nothing that would identify me as the Chen family's young master. Uncle Feng did the same. If we wanted to investigate without being noticed, we couldn't look like wealthy cultivators.

"Ready?" Uncle Feng asked when we met at the compound's side gate.

"Yes. Let's go."

We left through the back entrance, avoiding the main gate where guards might ask questions. Grandfather knew what we were doing, but the fewer people who knew, the safer we'd be.

The merchant district was on the east side of Azure Falls City, near the river. It was always crowded during the day—perfect for blending in. We walked through busy streets, past shops selling everything from food to cultivation pills to weapons.

The location on father's map corresponded to a specific shop on River Street. When we found it, I was surprised. It wasn't anything special—just a small medicine shop called "Eternal Health Herbs," squeezed between a tea house and a fabric merchant.

"This is it?" Uncle Feng sounded disappointed. "Looks ordinary."

"That might be the point. Father wouldn't mark it if there wasn't something important here."

We entered the shop. Inside, dried herbs hung from the ceiling in bunches. Jars lined the walls, filled with powders and pills. An old woman sat behind the counter, sorting leaves into piles.

She looked up when we entered. Her eyes were sharp, examining us carefully. For just a moment, I thought I saw recognition flash across her face.

"Can I help you?" Her voice was polite but guarded.

"We're looking for medicine to help with cultivation," I said, using the standard request customers would make.

"What level are you seeking to reach?"

This was part of the normal exchange—customers told shopkeepers their goals so the right medicine could be recommended. But I suspected the words meant something else here.

"We're seeking the truth about what happened to someone who came here before," I said quietly. "Someone named Chen Tianlong."

The old woman's expression didn't change, but she stood up slowly. "Wait here."

She disappeared through a door behind the counter. Uncle Feng and I exchanged glances. This was either going to give us answers or get us in trouble.

A minute later, the old woman returned with a younger man—maybe thirty years old, with kind eyes and a scholarly appearance.

"I'm Lin Wei, the owner of this shop. My mother says you asked about Chen Tianlong. Are you family?"

"I'm his son, Chen Wei. This is his brother, Chen Feng."

Lin Wei studied us carefully. Then he nodded. "Come with me. We can't talk here."

He led us through the back door, up a narrow staircase, to a private room on the second floor. Once we were all inside, he locked the door and created a sound-blocking seal around the room.

"Your father came here many times over the course of a year," Lin Wei said. "He was investigating a group called the Four Pillars—four families who control this kingdom from behind the scenes. He believed they were responsible for your mother's death."

"What did he find?" I asked.