Chapter Seventeen: Blood and Tears Continue

  That night, Fan Xian held a kitchen knife and stared blankly at the radish on the chopping board. From then on, after digging graves and dissecting corpses, he began his second extremely beneficial yet extremely tragic learning journey in life.

  He sometimes thought that life was really interesting, and for no reason, two teachers with peculiar personalities who didn't care about their own extraordinary premature maturity appeared, and Fei Jie and Wu Zhu taught themselves to use poison and killing techniques, which were quite abnormal.

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  In the dead of night, a faint knocking sound came from the back room of the grocery store. Takeru turned sideways and said indifferently, "You're cutting very slowly today."

  Fan Xian wiped the sweat from his forehead, gazing at the mountain of shredded carrots in front of him. He smiled faintly and flexed his right arm, discovering that after years of practice, his speed at shredding carrots was almost on par with Wu Zhu's. The thickness of the shreds was also approaching uniformity. However, his right arm still swelled and subsided, ached and recovered, and even now, as he shredded the carrots, they still made a sound. Fan Xian knew that he still had a long way to go before reaching Wu Zhu's level of mastery over the knife in his hand.

  Although he didn't understand how cutting radish strips could help with martial arts training, thinking that Wu Zhu was an extraordinary strongman who could fight against the four great masters made Fan Xian feel that this radish strip cutting had a nice flavor to it, and he managed to cut out a rhythm similar to a jazz drum.

  Naturally, the training he received in Wuzhu was far from just these. There were also very clichéd things like squatting horse steps and climbing cliffs. It's just that Wuzhu's training requirements were too abnormal. Squatting horse steps until unable to squat on a toilet, chopping vegetables until hands cramped, running until sleepless.

  The most painful thing is: every three days, Wu Zhu would go to a secluded place outside Danzhou Port to practice with him - or simply put, that was the invincible strongman Wu Zhu brutally beating up the underage Fan Xian.

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  It's really a tear-jerking and blood-and-tear-filled childhood life. Wu Zhu said that the young lady was trained by her subordinates in those years.

  Fan Xian was very headache about these three from one big principle - the so-called three from one big, refers to: from difficult, from strict, from actual combat needs, conduct large-scale training, this is Fan Xian's previous life, Chinese athletes swept gold medals most useful means.

  But Fan Xian still had no complaints, and with a faintly shy smile, he did all these things. On the surface, it was because he kept his promises, but in reality, it was because his intelligence far exceeded his age that he knew all of this would be extremely beneficial to himself.

  The unnamed tyrannical true energy in his body has become more and more violent over the years. Although there is still a snowy mountain container outside the dantian, the body that has not yet fully developed can't withstand the invasion of true energy in the meridians, and often appears with the phenomenon of true energy overflowing. And every time this happens, some furniture-like things around him will be affected.

  If this situation is allowed to develop, one day the speed of true energy accumulation will exceed the speed at which the body's meridians mature, causing him to explode and die.

  It was unexpected that the blind man, Wu Zhu, actually had no way to subdue the violent true energy in his body. Instead, he kept exercising his body, adjusting all his physical functions to an optimal state, and then used the method of cutting scallions to train his willpower, calmly and steadily, without haste or impatience. After several years, through subtle and imperceptible changes, he gained much more control over his true energy.

  As for death, no one in this world has a deeper understanding than Fan Xian, so there is no one who fears death more or cherishes life more. Therefore, when he knew that Wu Zhu's training was very helpful in overcoming the side effects of the Hegemony Volume, he silently persisted.

  Fan Xian thought carefully about it afterwards and only then did he understand the profound meaning behind Wu Zhu's actions. If true energy was a fire, and he himself was the furnace, then training his physical strength was equivalent to forging a sturdy furnace. Training his willpower and tempering his spirit was like opening a small vent on the furnace, allowing him to effectively control the flames.

  As for being beaten by Wu Zhu every day, Fan Xian could only interpret it as: This is the "three from one big" starting from actual combat, and iron will not be forged without hammering.

  It's just... really painful.

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  In the early morning, Fan Xian woke up from bed, rubbed his slightly numb eyes, got up, and jumped into Yinger's quilt, sniffing the gentle body fragrance left in the quilt, pouting his mouth, nine-tenths satisfied.

  Yahuan Sisi was holding a comb to brush her hair, found him getting up, smiled and walked to the bedside, pulled out the boy who was tangled in his quilt like an octopus, didn't have time to brush her hair again, just casually tidied it up, got up to prepare hot water for washing.

  Fan Xian crawled out of the quilt, sat down on the pillow made of cotton balls he had prepared for Si Si, lifted his pants and looked inside, muttering to himself with a mouthful of wine fist moves that he used to love doing before he got sick: "Who's lewd? I'm lewd! Who's lewd? You're lewd!"

  He finally raised an eyebrow, looked inside his pants and muttered to himself: "It's me who is lewd, you don't have the ability to be lewd yet."

  He had been in this world for many years, and Fan Xian was already accustomed to this corrupt life of stretching out his hand for clothes. So, he yawned while waiting for the maid to come back. Unexpectedly, after waiting for half a day, he almost fell asleep again, but still didn't get the hot towel that was supposed to be placed on his face.

  Something seemed to have happened, and the sound of scolding came from the courtyard. Fan Xian put on his clothes and curiously pushed open the door, only to see something that made him very unhappy.

  In the garden, Zhou Guanjia, who was visibly dispirited, was fiercely scolding Yinger Sisi. It seemed that the reason was that Sisi had hurried out to fetch hot water and hadn't combed her hair properly or dressed neatly. Several other maids were standing nearby with fearful expressions.

  This steward Zhou was sent from Kyoto two years ago, Fan Xian naturally understood that he was the person sent by his concubine to spy on him. However, for more than a year, this steward had behaved quite honestly, and since Fan Xian had been secretly keeping an eye on him, he hadn't discovered anything out of the ordinary, so he let it slide.

  But today, the housekeeper unexpectedly scolded his own maid, which made Fan Xian very unhappy. He was a person who protected his subordinates. He walked over with narrowed eyes and pleaded with the housekeeper for a few sentences, but for some reason, the housekeeper was particularly stubborn today and insisted that Si Si go to the backyard to receive family law.

  Fan Xian furrowed his brow, lifted his handsome face to gaze at the steward, and chuckled as he said, "My maid, I'll take care of her myself when we get back." The words seemed quite bland, even a bit weak.

  The maids around her, however, detected a different tone and became frightened, unaware of the greatest hidden danger in the entire household of Sima Nan: the conflict between the two rooms of Kyoto and Danshui, and whether it could still be suppressed.