"Ah, home sweet home!" Feng Fan said to himself, feeling a wave of relief. After being away from the White Crow Sect for nearly five months, it felt good to be back.
"With the Young Generation Competition won, the White Crow Sect is finally going to rise. And with that, I'll benefit too. I'll finally be able to cultivate in peace!" he said, his eyes gleaming with happiness.
'Ah, crap, did I just jinx it?!' he thought, immediately regretting his words.
He shook his head and pushed the thought aside. 'Whatever happens, I'll deal with it when the time comes.'
Feng Fan changed into fresh clothes and sat down on the ground. Closing his eyes, he focused his mind until a scripture appeared before him.
This was his new technique, one he had received from his inheritance when he broke through to the third realm—Giggle of Doom