Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 358 - 342: Alive

In the empty crematorium, the air was scented with the sweet aroma of bones and the low and continuous murmur of self-talk intertwined together.

It was like a loving father gently coaxing a timid infant into his embrace, cooing him to call him "Daddy."

The scene was filled with heart-wrenching love and strangeness.

Yet the timid infant remained silent, as if dead, testing the patience and wisdom of fatherhood.

Question:

How do you teach an infant to obey the father’s commands?

Feng Mu slightly raised one eyebrow, his tone revealing warmth and concern:

"This feast was almost entirely fed into your stomach, see how well I have raised you, so you must learn to be grateful and obedient, understand?"

Feng Mu paused for a moment, his voice turning a little colder:

"Only obedient children get to eat, disobedient ones won’t get the next big meal~"

Feng Mu’s method was—to wean the infant.

His educational philosophy worked because a weak word floated on the retina—[Hungry!]

In the past, Feng Mu’s mind was filled with countless speculations. He had found many clues and pieces of evidence, but nothing compared to the direct impact this word "hungry" had on him, it was so powerful and precise.

"My entry is responding to me, they are indeed alive and have already nurtured awareness within me!"

Feng Mu felt both surprised and delighted, various thoughts grew in his mind, while his face beamed with an increasingly gentle smile.

His lips slightly curled, revealing white teeth, his voice soft as a spring breeze, gently soothing:

"Baby, good child, your father will never let you go hungry. Tell Daddy, how much more do you need to eat to be satisfyingly full?"

Perhaps surrounded by Feng Mu’s warm love, this time the response was quick and clear, with noticeably more words:

[Two, three, make it to 100, hungry, so hungry, tired!]

The hook jade in Feng Mu’s eyes spun wildly, showing an evil and exotic light, and he took a deep breath, then smiling like coaxing a child, he said:

"If you’re tired, sleep for a while, your father will prepare food and wake you when it’s ready, sleep, my good child, sleep peacefully."

Feng Mu waited for a while, seeing no subtitle response, thought grimly:

"Maybe it listened to me and fell asleep, or maybe it’s pretending to be dead again, hehe—"

Feng Mu wasn’t in a hurry to make a judgment, as a good father, he was willing to give the unborn child the greatest trust until he could find evidence of the child’s deceit.

For the honest good child, a set of nurturing philosophies should be adopted;

For the lying bad child, another set of nurturing philosophies should be adopted;

Only by teaching according to material, he didn’t want to be like Feng Ju, raising his child to be another Feng Mu or Feng Yuhuai.

"Just short of two or three flesh sacrifices to stack the blood bar to 100, then, [Feast] can be filled and upgraded to the next stage, or simply crawl out of the father’s womb?"

Feng Mu put away his phone, the hook jade in his pupils gradually dissipating, returning to deep, abyss-like black pupils.

Of course, food must be fed, a good father wouldn’t leave his child hungry, but it certainly wouldn’t be today. Though the prison was full of "fresh milk," the baby was at its most vital stage, being a bit hungrier wouldn’t matter.

Feng Mu walked back to the office, now he was the head of the Internal Inspection Department, having his exclusive private office in the Second Prison.

The office was spacious, Feng Mu had no special requirements other than it providing a space where he could stretch and train Martial Arts in his busy work.

That’s why this office was three times the size of others, Song Ping’an had knocked down walls between several offices in the afternoon to create it.

The sign on the door saying "Internal Inspection Department Minister" in five Wei stele-style red characters was still wet with paint, a gift from Song Ping’an using gun barrels dipped in inmate blood.

Apart from Feng Mu’s private office, almost all other rooms in the Internal Inspection Department had been converted into interrogation rooms.

At this moment, these interrogation rooms were already half-filled, with every room still lit up and interrogation work ongoing intensely.

It was apparent that members of the Internal Inspection Department had no intention of sleeping, collectively laboriously working through the night, organizing bloodstained confessions one by one.

Feng Mu did not force them to work overtime, they all voluntarily applied for night shifts, each one seemingly injected with life force, unleashing potential and turning into workaholics.

Feng Mu no longer participated in interrogations, holding absolute trust in every member of the Internal Inspection Department, believing they could independently and efficiently complete their tasks.

Noisy typewriter clatter came from the end of the hallway, those members with bloodshot eyes acting like searchlights, inexhaustibly etching confessions into barbed nooses.

Though the department was established today, its displayed cohesiveness and organizational ability already unmistakably topped the entire prison.

Feng Mu stepped into the office, glancing at the clock on the wall—22:44.

He also had no intention of sleeping, having been entangled in the prison’s internal personnel struggles for days, he finally had a moment of leisure today, planning to practice Martial Arts well to refresh his mind and nurture his spirit.

In life, one must either fight, kill, or train, where’s the time for sleep, that’s something only dead people do.

Therefore, the equation in this world is—those who sleep less will eventually consume those who sleep more.

Feng Mu aimed to be one of those who sleeps the least or not at all so that one day he could consume everyone else, one bite at a time.

"Living people don’t need to close their eyes." Feng Mu thought, savoring the metallic taste between his teeth, "Dead people can indeed rest eternally."

[You are immersed in forgetful training!]

[Seven Kills Fist•Blood and Flesh Three Solutions skill proficiency increased by 8 points.]

[Seven Kills Fist•Blood and Flesh Two Solutions skill proficiency also increased by 8 points.]

[Soul-Seeking Step·Blood and Flesh Three Solutions skill proficiency increased by 5 points.]

[Soul-Seeking Step·Blood and Flesh Two Solutions skill proficiency increased by 5 points.]

...

Feng Ju listened to the busy tone coming from the phone, his face ashen, his chest filled with anger, feeling like he wouldn’t sleep tonight.

"The rebellious and unfilial son, infuriates me, but luckily, I have a sweet and filial daughter!"

Standing by the blue-and-white car, Feng Ju was trying to take deep breaths, then picked up the phone and called Feng Yuhuai.

The bad mood from his son needed to be offset by his daughter’s sweet voice, this was Feng Ju’s wisdom as a father over the years.

It was always like this, he was accustomed to praising his daughter while scolding his son at home, also needing this emotional balance.

Unlike that ungrateful son, Feng Yuhuai’s phone would often connect quickly, as it did this time.

Hearing his daughter’s meek greetings through the receiver, Feng Ju felt most of his irritation dissolve instantly, an unconscious smile appearing on his face as he asked:

"At this time, are you in your dorm ready for rest?"

There was a slight noise from the phone, and for some reason, the sound seemed familiar, like he had just heard it somewhere not long ago.

His daughter’s answer surprised him, carrying a hint of joy and playfulness:

"No, I’m a bit hungry, I’m having a late-night snack with classmates, hehe—"