Azure Heaven Saber

(1)

So who exactly is Feng Xiaoyin?

People who know him have extremely polarizing views.

Half of them say he's utterly useless.

And the other half claim he knows everything, he's savvy, he's well-informed; they consider him a wizard.

Feng Xiaoyin feels that he's certainly not as terrible as the former group describes, but neither is he as extraordinary as the latter group praises.

But he does genuinely think he knows quite a lot.

He can talk about both domestic and international news, major or minor.

Neighbors' gossips or family affairs, he can chat about those.

He has studied geography and astronomy.

He's delved into various fields.

He knows a thing or two about history and humanities.

He can even talk about medical diagnoses and astronomy.

Everyday lives of celebrities? He could spill the beans effortlessly.

Heroes of the past and present, there's none he doesn't know.

He can passionately discuss myths and legends.

He can make modern cultivation theories sound incredibly plausible.

Classic literature captivates him completely.

And internet literature sends him into dreamy contemplations.

Observations on traditional medicine? He can lay down examples, sounding compellingly compelling.

Discussing Western surgery? He can make even heads of surgery departments think he's an expert.

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...

This is Feng Xiaoyin, solely relying on his mouth, always on the move, but never too far afield.

Orphaned and childless.

If he's fed, the whole family's not hungry.

Working nine to five diligently, scraping by on 3500 a month.

Aside from rent, utilities, and his vice for cigarettes and alcohol, he's not in debt, but saving money is a struggle.

That didn't stop him from entertaining himself (what else can you do when you don't have a partner?)

Every blind date would have the girls holding their sides in laughter, but afterwards, the answer was always the same: "He's a good guy, but we're just not a good match."

Many pitying aunties would exclaim: "What a good young man, why does he have such a mouth?"

In conclusion, he's your average Joe.

Able to eat, drink, talk, and discuss matters, indeed well-informed under the present rote education system… but merely well-informed.

Any further progress doesn't apply to him.

As for now...

Even this life is now unrelated to him.

...He's crossed over to another world.

...

"If my parents' spirits are watching over me, they must be glad to know that I'm doing great in another world, living the high life, with plenty of opportunities to prosper…"

"Although my profession is not that great."

"But I'm sure my parents won't mind, as long as I'm happy. Regardless of the quality of my job, they can rest easy."

"Besides, they should be satisfied knowing that I'm alive. Why should they know about my present job?"

"My past life doesn't concern me any longer."

"As a newcomer, allow me to change my name first."

"Here's to this parallel universe."

"From now on, I'm no longer Feng Xiaoyin. Remove the 'Xiao', call me Feng Yin."

"I hope that those memories will never be uncovered again."

"If one day I could go back, I'll make offerings to my parents again. By then, I should be able to proudly say, your little Yin has made it big."

While choosing this name, he definitely didn't expect that his memories wouldn't be sealed at all; instead, they became… his biggest tool for survival in this parallel universe.

As a result, he later felt his choice of the name Fen Yin was a joke… a grim one…

So he rephrased it.

I'm a breeze from another world.

Leaving my deep imprint here.

...

Feng Xiaoyin…

No, it should be Feng Yin now.

Feng Yin has been in this parallel universe for a decade.

Ten years of changing seasons.

Battling storms and braving torrents.

Weathering hardships without losing hope.

Singing sad songs every day.

True, Feng Yin's first ten years in this world... were challenging to put into words.

They were full of bumps and pain!

The only silver lining is that Feng Yin of now is much more handsome than Feng Xiaoyin of his past life, a great deal more.

At least he hits the six-foot mark, weighs no more than 220 lbs, truly lean when clothed but muscular when not.

Long legs, slim waist, tall and strapping, with a handsome face, bushy brows, large eyes, and a rectangular face…

All of the above… are the only… advantages of crossing over…

"I've become quite good-looking, but looks don't really matter in this world, how disappointing… Otherwise, who knows how many people I could have swept off their feet… Fortunately, in this cruel world, I've become a restrained and ice-cold refined assassin…"

Feng Yin felt he was born in the wrong time.

If it were in his previous life, his figure, face, body, appearance, demeanor, temperament… Heh, what are money matters?

A guarantee is a heap of rich and beautiful women going crazy after… ahem.

...

A decade has passed since crossing over.

Now, he's achieved some milestones.

The profession of Feng Yin, in the context of his previous world, sure sounds bad…

But in this world, it isn't so undesirable.

His occupation is an assassin.

Yes, the type that trades money for lives.

It's not so awful because, in this world, being an assassin is a legitimate profession!

A world of chaos.

(2)

"Heavenly Judge," the organization Feng Yin belongs to, is an assassin organization.

Unquestionably, it's the number one assassin organization in the continent.

"In a world of chaos, a blade in hand; purifying the world's ugliness, purifying the sky overhead."