Chapter Fourteen: Farewell to Fei Jie

  Another year's autumn has arrived, chrysanthemum flowers are blooming all over the mountain and floating in the air.

  Originally, Mr. Fei's teaching career in Danzhou should have ended in the summer, but Mr. Fei liked the air and sea breeze of Danzhou, liked the food at Viscount Sannan's estate, and also liked the child he was teaching, so he dragged on for a few more months.

  Months later, Mr. Fei, who was skilled at poisoning people to death and naturally also skilled at how to make the elderly live longer, touched his increasingly round belly with great regret, received a letter from Kyoto, and reluctantly bid farewell to Count Shannan's elderly mother.

  The old lady naturally knew that the teacher in front of her was sent by someone from Kyoto, so she comforted him a few times and wouldn't ask him to stay again. Then she prepared a thick red envelope and thanked him before letting him go.

  On the official road west of Bantou Port, the teacher and student were having a conversation before parting ways.

  "Why did I tell you not to practice that explosive true energy, but you wouldn't listen?"

  "Teacher, at least for now, I haven't found anything too problematic."

  "If there was no problem, why did you break the whole wine jar when you sneaked into the kitchen to drink wine last night?"

  "It's an accident, Ah." Fan Xian replied with great distress. In the past few months, his true energy had become increasingly violent and such incidents often occurred, causing Little Fan Xian to refrain from telling ghost stories in bed with the sisters for many days, fearing that when everyone hugged together, he would accidentally ruin things and commit an unforgivable mistake.

  "Once you learn poison, you've learned the world's most powerful method of murder. Why bother learning anything else?"

  "Because using poison can easily harm innocent people."

  Fei suddenly stared into the little boy's eyes and said: "Are you sure you're under six years old this year?"

  Fan Xian looked at his teacher with an innocent expression: "Being precocious isn't my fault."

  Fei let out a sigh and spat twice, feeling that it was quite an accomplishment to have spent so much time with this little monster without losing his mind.

  It's time to part, Fei Jie stroked the little guy's head, turned around and looked back at the city of Danzhou, which was showcasing its beauty under the blue sky and sea.

  "If you really come to Kyoto in the future... as a doctor, remember to look for me."

  "Yes." Fan Xian bowed respectfully, he was indeed very grateful to the strange old man in front of him. Blind Five had always been so cold and distant, but over the years, the adult soul inside the child's body had found someone to talk to, even if that person was his teacher, with a complicated background. He was still grateful, and after more than a year together, he could indeed feel the other side becoming more and more affectionate towards him.

  "Don't learn that true energy anymore..."

  "Teacher, you're really nagging."

  "Perhaps it's because of his age?" Fei Jie stroked Fan Xian's small head with one hand, while touching his own disheveled gray hair with the other.

  "But that true energy is indeed useless, its power is too great and can't be controlled." Fei Jie still didn't give up, "The monster who uses a sword in Dongyi City owes me a favor, if you're willing, I can introduce you to become his student."

  Fan Xian took a deep breath and said, "You're talking about the Sword Saint of Dongyi City?"

  "Indeed." Fei Jie said with a hint of enticement: "One of the Four Great Masters, it's only natural that his skills are somewhat stronger than yours."

  Fan Xian was interested in something else: "Teacher, how did you know him?"

  "Oh, when he was eight years old, his father asked me to take a look at him... Tsk tsk, that monster was clearly an idiot, every day just hugging a tree branch and staring blankly. I casually treated him, and as a result, after a few more years, I heard that he had actually learned the Four Directions Sword Technique and became a master of his generation."

  Fan Xian looked at him with disdain: "Just treating casually? Not to mention that you, teacher, cheated on medical expenses, just saying that you almost killed a future world-class powerhouse is despicable."

  Fei Jie pretended to be angry and walked towards the distant carriage, saying as he went: "I've taught you about poisonous organisms and related introductory knowledge, but there's one crucial thing I haven't told you yet."

  Fan Xian ran after him, his little legs moving like wheels of fire: "What is it?"

  "Detoxification is not difficult, nor is poisoning... The most difficult thing is to administer the poison."

  He didn't even turn his head and just kept walking forward.

  Fan Xian stopped in his tracks, carefully pondering the words he had just spoken. Having followed Fei Jie to learn about this aspect of knowledge for a year now, he naturally knew that finding a truly colorless, odorless and tasteless poison in this world was an extremely difficult task.

  So the key still lies in the "down" character of the poisoning.

  He suddenly smiled shyly, thinking to himself that he wasn't planning on becoming an assassin or going to the imperial palace to poison the emperor, what's the point of worrying about these things? As long as he can ensure that the viscountess from the Kyoto South Manor can't find someone to poison him, following Fei Jie teacher for a year has given him some confidence.

  Watching the carriage slowly disappear into the distance, dust rising and gently falling on the roadside, Fan Xian bowed his head in respect towards the road. He knew that the perverted old man in the carriage had been very reluctant to come to Danzhou at first. However, over the past year, having followed him everywhere to dig up corpses and cut off frog legs, he couldn't help but be tainted by the other's dark aura, and instead felt that they could be considered as friends despite their age difference.

  As he watched him leave, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a little downhearted: "Fei Jie is really a good person, it's just that...he looks rather miserable."

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  For a long time after that, Fan Xian couldn't adapt.Ordinary noble boys of his age would gather friends and play together, although Danzhou Port only had this one young noble, he could still find many peers of similar age to play with, but Fan Xian knew clearly that once he ended the story-telling session, he wouldn't be able to join those "peers" anymore.

  Because his mental age was much older than the others, being with those children made him feel like he was babysitting. Not everyone is willing to be a child king to satisfy their own humble desire for power - even in the original world, not many big men would be willing to go to kindergarten as teachers, it's the same logic.

  Mr. Fei left the port of Danzhou, lost his only object that could communicate with him, and felt that his life was becoming boring. He stood at the gate of the Earl's mansion, looking at the crowd coming and going on the road, feeling a little lonely, and didn't know what to do in the future, stuck in this small child's body.

  He thought of the wonderful things he had fantasized about when he first woke up, and couldn't help but laugh at himself - most of his past life was spent in bed, and his ability level made his transmigration seem particularly pitiful. He had originally thought that he would be more capable than the people in this world, such as being able to make a few bars of soap, burn a few ugly glass cups, or come up with some simple yet useful ideas...

  But when Fan Xian discovered that this world already had soap, and glass wasn't all that rare, and Fei Jie left Tan Zhou Port in a four-wheeled carriage, and the guards riding horses beside it even had saddles on top and stirrups below, he was overcome with a sense of defeat.