Chapter Eleven: The Aura of Tyranny

  "Who has evidence to prove that the temple really exists?" Fan Xian still retained the pragmatic spirit of modern people.

  Fei Jiao said proudly: "One of the four great masters, Ku He Guo Shi, just happened to get the favor of the Temple of Gods and became an unparalleled strongman on the mainland. Isn't this enough proof?"

  "Perhaps Ku He ate a lot of stimulants and then found the temple as an excuse." Fan Xian pouted.

  "Pfft, although I'm also jealous of Suhua Guangtou's luck, he has been reverent for decades, which I admire. How could he possibly use the temple as an excuse... Besides, what is a stimulant?"

  "It's just a kind of highly nourishing medicine, similar to an elixir... definitely over-nourished, otherwise how would his hair fall out completely."

  Fan Xian smiled and joked with his teacher.

  "The temple of the gods and the heavenly pulse are the same, they exist in the classics. The most important part of the royal family's sacrifice is to sacrifice the temple of the gods, but the temple of the gods does not want to disturb the world, so it never enters the world. The sacrifices are held at the Temple of Heaven outside the palace, three miles away. The Temple of Heaven in Qing and Northern Qi also has a grand ceremony for the temple of the gods, but they will never ask about government affairs or national affairs. Only some ascetic monks are said to be the legacy of the temple of the gods in the world, walking in the dusty world to cultivate their bodies and minds."

  Fan Xian's face still wore a smile, but in his heart he was thinking, what kind of existence is this temple? If it's a religion, why doesn't this world have something similar to churches? If there aren't these lower-level organizations, then the religion can't control power, without power there's no benefit, without benefits...then any organization wouldn't have a reason to exist.

  So he didn't believe that the temple was really as Mr. Fei said, just a transcendent existence detached from the world.

  But in his heart, he also thought that if there really was such a sacred place as a belief, and it didn't interfere with human life, then it wouldn't be bad either.

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  "Alright, teacher, you've been talking for half a day and still haven't told me what's going on with the true energy inside my body."

  When he saw the young student, he rarely lost his temper as a child. Fei Jie examined his pulse seriously and then said solemnly: "As I just said, the true energy in your body is very overbearing. It's so overbearing that although you've only been practicing for such a short time, the amount of true energy in your dantian and meridians has already far exceeded what your body can hold at your current age."

  "Is it that serious?" Fan Xian frowned.

  "Not yet determined."

  "You scared me on purpose."

  "It's not to scare you, but right now you're like a wineskin, the skin can only hold so much, but the wine inside keeps increasing, if you continue practicing, I'm worried that this wineskin of yours will burst."

  Fan Xian had been practicing his skills for days, and apart from feeling some burning pain in his waist, he hadn't felt anything particularly strange. So when he heard his teacher say this, he couldn't help but feel a bit skeptical, shaking his head and saying: "Teacher is scolding me for being a glutton, I understand what you're getting at."

  "Try running the true energy inside your body according to the usual method." Fei Jie slightly furrowed his brow.

  Fan Xian closed his eyes, focused his mind and naturally entered a meditative state. The warm energy in his lower abdomen began to rise gradually, spreading slowly along the meridians of his body towards his limbs.

  Fei closed his eyes, placed the tip of his finger on the little guy's wrist, and carefully assessed him. After a while, he suddenly furrowed his brow and said: "Don't hold back intentionally, you're just a five-year-old child, even if this true energy is too overbearing, it won't hurt me, but your body is weak and can't withstand it now."

  "Ah." Fan Xian had indeed been controlling the intensity of his internal energy, slowly releasing it from his dantian, but upon hearing his teacher's words, he thought to himself that this was also true. His small amount of internal energy naturally couldn't harm this old poisonous creature, and if he released too little energy, his teacher would indeed have a hard time detecting the true symptoms.

  Thinking so, he closed his eyes, and the mysterious true qi incantation's mantra slowly echoed in his mind: "When the Huacheng pool shape is destroyed, it should be guided by the heavenly spring to irrigate one's own body..."

  As the thought arose, the true energy inside his body seemed to have received an order, jumping and happily running out of his dantian, following his meridians from abdomen to back, along a very strange path, rushing straight to his wrist.

  A dull thud sounded in the study!

  Feng Jie suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel that the fingers on his hand, which were placed on a child's wrist, were struck by a thick and powerful true energy. He was unprepared and was forcefully knocked onto the wall with a dull thud. His fingers felt a scorching heat, his chest hurt, and he suddenly spat out blood!

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  On the other hand, Fan Xian also felt a suffocating sensation in his chest, and when he looked up, he saw Fei Jie's miserable appearance. He was shocked and quickly ran forward to help his teacher up.

  Fei waved his hand, indicating that nothing was wrong, and he got up from the ground by himself. He touched the bloodstain on his lips, and when he looked at the little guy's eyes again, they seemed a bit strange, with a few threads of an inexplicable flavor.

  "He muttered to himself, 'This damn kid is only five years old... how can his true energy be so overbearing? If he continues to practice like this, won't he end up getting blown up alive by the true energy inside him?'"

  When he heard the teacher scolding, Fan Xian was stunned and had not expected that Fei Jie would be injured by the sudden surge of true energy in his wrist. However, after being injured, what Fei Jie thought of first was not his own injury, but rather the future well-being of his students - thinking of this, even Fan Xian, who often hid behind a mask of childishness and deliberately suppressed his emotions, felt a pang of emotion in his heart.

  The wooden door opened without any wind, and a black shadow slipped in like a dark, eerie light.

  Fan Xian was very familiar with this person's aura, so he didn't pay much attention and just supported Fei Jie teacher.

  "Two fools."

  Even at this time, Wu Mu was still so cold and calm. He lifted Fan Xian with one hand and pressed his fingers against the little guy's neck, paused for a moment and said coldly: "You are not injured, just look at Fei Jie spitting blood, your heart is too anxious."

  Then he glanced at Fei Jie again, and said coldly: "Fei Jie, you taught him to use poison, I trust your standards, but Miss said that year, your martial arts realm is the weakest among the eight major places in Kyoto. Since it's something I left for Young Master, you'd better not say anything else on the side."

  Fei Jie seemed like an unremarkable and somewhat disheveled gentleman in the city of Danzhou, but in Kyoto, he was a formidable figure. At this moment, having been injured, although it was his own carelessness, being spoken to by Wu Zhuang made his old face somewhat unhangable. Furthermore, worrying about Fan Xian who had started practicing such an overbearing technique at the age of five, his face gradually darkened.