Got it. Here's your chapter rewritten in the same style as the "explosion" chapter, with full professional paragraphs, complete narrative flow, Fu Yang's POV intact, and all intensity preserved:
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Chapter — Fu Yang's Discovery and Killing Intent
Twelve days had passed since Fu Yang began his careful life in Nian Village. The mornings had been filled with exercise, meditation, and careful observation of both villagers and cultivators alike. Now, he sat in his dormitory with a faint, satisfied smile, staring at the small pile of materials he had gathered through begging, barter, and careful planning.
"Not bad," he muttered, fingers brushing over the items. "I have everything ready… and I even bought this dig-skin wu."
The dig-skin wu rested quietly in his hand. To the untrained eye, it appeared harmless, but it was an essential tool in Fu Yang's plan: it could strip the hide from a beast with perfect precision. However, if the prey was mature, mutated, or strong, the insect would either fail or be usable only once.
Fu Yang's gaze shifted to the forest beyond the village. "But the main problem is… in this village there are only boars, cranes, and snakes. For a rare beast, I'll have to go deep into the forest."
His small, childlike body tensed at the thought. Even a charging boar could seriously injure him. A soft sigh escaped his lips.
"Well… I am not in a hurry to leave this village. Six years… plenty of time."
He paused, considering his next steps. (Haaa… for now, I should practice my fighting skills, increase my strength. And it's also time for them to celebrate their newly established clan system—and for the caravan to finally arrive.)
A faint pulse of killing intent flared within him, subtle but undeniable. The dig-skin insect quivered in response. Fu Yang's eyes narrowed.
"Huff… I almost killed my wu ( insect) with my killing intent," he muttered, lowering his hand.
His mind raced. Killing intent… How is it still here? Didn't it vanish with my previous body? Is it attached to the soul?
The realization struck him like lightning. The killing intent was not merely a physical power—it was bound to the soul itself, a force cultivated through bloodshed. It was a mark left behind by each life taken, a growing power embedded in the spirit. For Fu Yang, who had lost count of how many he had slain, the discovery was like finding a solid island in the middle of an endless, stormy ocean.
The pressure from this intent was crushing. It could strike down ordinary men with ease, and even beasts could be crushed under its invisible weight.
Fu Yang's lips curled in a dark smile. "Hahahah—hah… With this, I can hunt low-tier beasts and silence any ordinary cultivator who hasn't reached my stage—or is even one stage below."
Yet, looking at the insect trembling in his palm, he felt a rare twinge of caution. "I must learn to control this killing intent," he muttered. "Even the smallest mistake… and I could destroy what I need most."
He lay back on the bed, eyes staring at the ceiling. Outside, the night was silent, but in the dormitory, chaos had quietly erupted. Students of the Tian faction, only at the initial stage of Skin Tempering, had experienced the residual effects of Fu Yang's latent killing intent. Some had fainted outright; others trembled uncontrollably, unable to stop. A single whisper broke the suffocating silence.
"What… what just happened?"
No answer came. Fear hung in the air like a tangible weight, pressing down on every pair of eyes.
The night passed, and the dawn broke, spilling light across the village and the dormitory. Fu Yang rose quietly, unaffected, his mind already calculating the next steps.
In the main hall of the Tian House, news of the previous night had reached the higher-ups. The air was tense with unease.
"Sir," a subordinate spoke cautiously, "many students are still unconscious. Should we investigate, or… ignore it because of the upcoming event?"
Li Tian, seated in the central chair, exhaled slowly. His eyes, sharp and calculating, swept over the room. "Perhaps those students are merely exaggerating. No one was killed or badly injured. Still… be cautious. Post one guard at the end stage of Skin Tempering. If there is any suspicious movement, report immediately."
The subordinate hesitated, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple. "B-but sir—"
Li Tian's gaze narrowed, cutting through the hesitation like a blade. The man lowered his head immediately.
"Ok, sir," he whispered.
Back in his dormitory, Fu Yang adjusted the small pile of materials in front of him, eyes glowing faintly in the morning light. The discovery of his soul-bound killing intent was a revelation that could shift his entire strategy.
(Haaa… if I can control it, I'll not only survive, I'll dominate. No boar, crane, snake, or cultivator will stand in my way.)
The quiet hum of the village life went unnoticed by him. To Fu Yang, time was measured in preparation, calculation, and opportunity. Each day, each moment, brought him closer to the strength he craved, the control he needed, and the vengeance he would exact.
He stretched, limbs small but precise, his gaze returning to the dig-skin insect. Soon… I'll see what true power feels like.
And with that thought, the young boy who had suffered, fled, and survived countless lives, lay back once more—eyes open, mind sharp, soul burning with a promise that no one could yet understand.
Authors note ( in this novel,. insect: wu
Animals: spritual beasts,etcs.)
Ok i have read Reversed insanity and think it like that but I did not want to completely dependent on it so the gu, i changed in to wu which means parasitic insect.)