Chapter Thirty-Three: The Bamboo Commander

  (There should be another chapter later, but I have something on tomorrow and it's probably just one more chapter... in this sweltering heat...)

  Wu Zhu is a very strange and mysterious person. In Fan Xian's eyes, Wu Zhu's life was desolate, having lived for over thirty years without anyone by his side, not even someone to talk to besides himself. Some residents of Danzhou Port still believed that Wu Zhu was not only blind but also mute.

  His eyes were forever shrouded by that black cloth, Fan Xian thought, there must be a very terrifying disability underneath, which was why he didn't want others to see it.

  Mr. Fei called him Wu Daren, it is obvious that Wu Zhu Shu was once in the Kyoto officialdom, but his style of doing things has not a bit of "official" air, and even the worldly flavor is extremely rare, and some are like immortals who do not eat human fireworks.

  As soon as he thought of this, Fan Xian subconsciously looked over at him. Wu Zhuang fell silent again after asking that question earlier, coldly "gazing" at the dusk on the horizon, a faint red glow enveloping his body, reflecting off the black cloth covering his eyes, casting a color that seemed to dance like flames.

  Fan Xian suddenly thought of a very frightening possibility, and after thinking for a long time, he muttered to ask: "Uncle, you were staring at those pictures that looked like the mountains of immortals earlier, you didn't come down from heaven, did you?"

  He can now accept the concept of internal power, and even vaguely believes that heaven has eyes, which is why he has had his own experiences in this life. But if it's said that a partner who has been with him for over a decade suddenly transforms into an immortal from the Ninth Heaven, he still won't be able to take it - crossing over into a fantasy world of immortals would only scare him so much that he'd fall to the ground.

  Wu Zhu shook his head and said lightly: "I just seem to have remembered a place where I went out with the young lady before."

  "Are you sure you're not an immortal and my old mother isn't a fairy?"

  "Are there immortals in this world?"

  "Isn't there a temple?"

  "Who says that the temple is inhabited by immortals?"

  "Uncle, have you remembered something?"

  "No, I just forgot something, something unimportant."

  ……

  ……

  Wu Zhu stood up, still nodding slightly towards the sea in a place that was not easy to detect, as if bidding farewell to somewhere, then said softly: "Let's go back, there are some things I can tell you now."

  Fan Xian smiled slightly, knowing that the other party had not forgotten that promise, and would tell him some things about his mother once he was sixteen years old.

  He walked to the edge of the cliff, took a deep breath, and the true energy inside his body began to flow slowly. His entire body was attached to the cliff, and the true energy flowed through the meridians to the center of his palm. It was forced out of the surface of his palm by an extremely small distance, then suddenly retracted back into his body from the edge of his palm. Between his palms, a subtle depression formed, creating a true energy contact surface that was slightly concave downwards. Because the true energy is formless, it can ensure that a perfect seal is formed along the edges of his palms.

  His palms stuck firmly to the smooth rock, relying on the vacuum's adsorption force to fix his entire body in place. Then he relaxed his true energy, and one hand would leave the rock, so that Fan Xian seemed to be crawling down the cliff with ease.

  Looks like Spider-Man.

  Ordinary martial artists, no matter how abundant their inner energy is, cannot achieve this. As for Fan Xian, he can do it entirely because of his unique cultivation method and physical structure, as well as his unconventional way of thinking.

  In this world, all powerful martial artists only care about the two words "substance" and "momentum". The word "substance" refers to the abundance of true energy within one's body, while "momentum" is a description that can hardly be put into words, somewhat similar to the concept of realm. As for techniques that emphasize harmony with nature, they have always been considered inferior and not worthy of consideration by truly powerful individuals.

  In Wu Zhu's view, the so-called reality and momentum are actually just the quantity and quality of true energy and the precision of control over it. Now Fan Xian, after being taught for ten years, is probably hovering between level three and seven and a half, with almost no progress in the past four years.

  Martial arts masters will subconsciously treat the true energy in their bodies as a one-time tool or weapon, just like water, used to attack the opponent. Once it's splashed out, they won't think about retrieving it. After a big battle, when the true energy is exhausted, they can simply meditate and recover by sitting quietly.

  It's no wonder that people all over the world think this way, after all, once the true energy leaves the body, wanting to get it back is a somewhat utopian idea.

  But Fan Xian was different, his internal Qi circulation route was originally different from ordinary people. In the back of the mountain, he poured into the snowy mountains, which was equivalent to an opening there, and formed a large and small cycle with the external world's heavenly energy, so his response to Qi was much more sensitive.

  At the same time... Fan Xian was very idle, and at the same time he was also very stingy... so he kept trying to force the true energy out of his body and then bring it back.

  After three years of hard experimentation, he can now retrieve his true energy from the other side within a distance of one-tenth of an inch from where it leaves his palm.

  At such a short distance, it was impossible to attack the enemy's body, so Fan Xian somewhat sadly admitted that his three years of time were basically equivalent to doing useless work.

  But since he had learned some useless little tricks, he had to think of a use for them. Every three days, he would climb the sea cliff, which he found very tiring. Suddenly, an idea struck him and he applied this trick to climbing mountains instead.

  Perhaps the truly excellent thing about Fan Xian is that his thinking has not been limited by the times, there are no preconceived notions, everything for him is fresh, and everything for him is possible.

  Fan Xian swam down the mountain cliff like a fish, looked up and saw that Wu Zhu had become a small black dot standing at the edge of the peak. He wasn't in a hurry either, smiling as he gazed upwards. He had always enjoyed watching Wu Zhu come down the mountain.

  Wu Zhu took a step forward, as if the ground in front of him was flat.

  His figure began to float down as soon as his foot was suspended in mid-air. Every three or four meters, he would casually stretch out a palm and gently press it against the rocks on the cliff, slightly slowing down his descent. After doing this ten or so times, he stood expressionlessly at the bottom of the cliff.

  The way Wu Zhu descended the mountain seemed simple, but the experience of direction, angle, strength, speed and even sea breeze in that instant was calculated to be flawless, such a strong calculation judgment ability is absolutely one of the strongest in this world.

  If you think of him as a blind man, then one or two can be removed.

  Although he had seen it countless times, Fan Xian couldn't help but applaud and praise: "Blindly handsome as always."