Chapter Twelve: A Simple and Brutal Explanation

  Fei Jie He's face turned cold as he said, "I naturally don't have the qualifications to question the methods passed down by Wu Zhu to Fan Xian. However, I'm very curious - why didn't you teach him personally? After all, he's only five years old. Even if he is indeed a child prodigy, such a dangerous thing... as his mother's servant, shouldn't you be keeping an eye on him?"

  This makes sense. Since this nameless True Qi incantation was left by Wu Tong beside Fan Xian's cradle, he naturally has the obligation to ensure that Fan Xian won't practice it incorrectly.

  Fan Xian looked at Wu Zhu with difficulty, but his eyes were fixed on the black cloth that covered his eyes.

  "This is not what I left for Young Master, it's what Miss left for Young Master."

  "Mechanical." Fei Jian originally didn't want to offend this blind man, but now his anger had risen, "With your cultivation being so high, casually pointing out one or two sentences, Fan Xian wouldn't have practiced to such a dangerous level."

  Wu Zhu paused for a moment and suddenly said: "I have never practiced any real internal energy."

  After finishing this sentence, he turned around and left with a flourish, leaving behind two stunned disciples in the house.

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  ……

  "What did he just say?"

  "He said he hadn't practiced... whatever true energy, and those two words sounded especially melancholic."

  Fei Jie looked at Fan Xian's pretentious appearance and suddenly felt a surge of anger, unable to understand how this five-year-old child had learned so many frivolous and affected phrases from who-knows-where.

  "It's really hard to imagine that someone without internal power can actually fight evenly with Liuxing, one of the four great masters."

  "Although Ye Liu Yun was still using a sword at that time and had not yet mastered the scattered hand."

  "Teacher." Fan Xian asked respectfully: "Is it possible for someone without internal energy to be as powerful as Wu Zhu?"

  Fei furrowed his brow and thought for a moment before saying, "Unless every single one of his movements is precise to the point of being terrifying, he would be able to use the iron pincers in his hand to insert into the opponent's vital spot before they could even react."

  Fan Xian naturally remembered the night he was born into this world, when a blind teenager carried him on his back, holding an iron hammer that kept dripping blood.

  "But... this speed and power, shouldn't be something a human can achieve."

  Fei Jie shook his head, suddenly coughed twice, and hastily sat down at the desk, looking solemnly at Fan Xian: "Little guy, if you can't practice this kung fu, it's better not to practice it. With what your teacher has taught you, I dare guarantee that in the future, only others will fear you."

  "I'll consider it, teacher." Fan Xian replied very maturely.

  Fei Jie thought for a moment, then went to the bedside and took down a small medicine pouch, handing it to Fan Xian's small hand: "Take this, this medicine is very expensive. If you practice incorrectly in the future, remember to take one pill and send it down with plenty of water."

  Fan Xian grasped the medicine pouch in his hand, knowing that this medicine must be very precious. He nodded: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the medicine."

  Fei Jie smiled and looked at the child in front of him, who was like a little adult, and suddenly said: "Isn't it strange? Although I was forced to come to Danzhou by your father to teach you, why am I still so good to you now."

  Fan Xian didn't say a word, but looked at him with a grateful expression.

  Fei Jie smiled and shook his head, patting Fan Xian's head: "Maybe age really is a big deal, being able to bring along a student as clever as you is indeed something to be happy about."

  "Now, don't think about the Earl's residence in Kyoto for now." Fei Jie said seriously: "Although you are still young, I hope you remember what I am going to say next."

  Hearing Teacher's serious tone, Fan Xian hastily stood at attention and listened carefully.

  "Your family's affairs are far more complicated than you can imagine, involving not only your own life and death but also the lives of many others. So you must be cautious. In the years before you grow up, you need to learn how to protect yourself so that in the future you will have the strength to protect others."

  "In the future... who will be protected?" Fan Xian was somewhat perplexed.

  "For example, people like me who are already inseparable from you."

  Fan Xian nodded as if he understood, but in his heart, he thought that this matter was indeed quite complicated. Having lived two lifetimes, he still couldn't figure out what these old comrades were up to.

  "Alright, you go back to your room first, remember to take good care of yourself. It's best if you don't practice that unorthodox and overbearing qigong anymore."

  Fan Xian quietly returned to his own room, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Wu Zhuo sitting quietly in the corner, without any light, a dark and gloomy atmosphere, but the black cloth covering his eyes was even thicker than the night.

  "Uncle." Fan Xian bowed his head and paid his respects.

  The voice of Wu Zhu came from the corner, flat and clear: "That book is divided into two volumes. The first volume is called 'Overbearing', and the second volume has no name. This was a book left to you by Miss, so I placed it beside you when you were young. I have never practiced these human techniques, so I am unable to teach you. However, since it's called the 'Overbearing Volume', being overbearing is normal... If problems arise from practicing, that's your own problem."

  As soon as he finished speaking, a black cloth disappeared from in front of Fan Xian's eyes.

  "It's really a simple and crude explanation, what an apathetic and eccentric person." Fan Xian sighed, climbed onto the bed, took out that unknown book from the hidden compartment, and thought to himself. In fact, during his cultivation process, he also discovered that after the true energy filled his dantian, it didn't follow his mind's intention to circulate through the meridians, but instead a part of it flowed against the virtual path, directly pouring into the Snow Mountain Pass above the kidney gate in his lower back.

  The Snow Mountain Pass connects the spine, and Fan Xian, whether in his past life or this one, following Fei Jie's studies, understands that the nerve bundle there leads directly to the brain, is the most critical part of the human body, and slight carelessness will result in paralysis and bedridden.

  However, Fan Xian's daily meditation and internal cultivation of the Overbearing True Qi would become much more stable and calm after passing through the Snow Mountain at his lower back, and the dry and crazy feeling would also disappear, making his whole body feel comfortable and relaxed, just like eating ice cream in summer.

  He has been practicing like this since he was one year old, so did he practice wrongly from the very beginning? Fan Xian didn't have the confidence to deviate from the path of martial arts in this world, yet he couldn't get rid of the pleasure that bound him like a quenching thirst. If he stopped practicing now, the tyrannical true energy inside his body would one day burst out of this smelly skin bag.

  Xia Wu said that if Fan Xian couldn't cultivate it, then it was his own problem.

  But Fan Xian was now thinking, should he practice or not, this is the real question.