13 The Crude, Simple Explanation (1/2)
Chapter 13: The Crude, Simple Explanation
Translator: Nyoi_Bo_StudioEditor: Nyoi_Bo_Studio
With a dark expression, Fei Jie spoke coldly. ”I know I am not qualified to question the training method that you passed on to Fan Xian. However, I am very curious. Why did you not teach him personally? Knowing that he was only five, even if he was truly talented, for something so dangerous you should have been there for him as his mother's servant.”
This was something understandably reasonable to say. After all, it was Wu Zhu who left the obscure zhenqi training method next to Fan Xian’s swaddle; this meant he had an obligation to ensure that no problems arose during his training.
Fan Xian glanced awkwardly at Wu Zhu, his eyes pausing on the black cloth wrapped below his brow.
”I did not leave this for the young master. The Lady left it,” Wu Zhu said deliberately.
Fie Jie had no intention of offending the blind man, but he was growing agitated. ”Cunning. For someone with such profound training, even just a simple tip or two could have saved Fan Xian from training in such a perilous manner.”
After a pause, Wu Zhu suddenly spoke. ”I have never practiced zhenqi.”
With this, he simply turned and left, leaving behind the dumbstruck master and apprentice pair.
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”What did he just say?”
”He said he never practiced any… zhenqi. And his voice faltered when he said that.”
Fei Jie watched Fan Xian's feigned sophistication and felt rage boil up inside him. Just where did a five year old boy learn to speak with such cynical wit?
”It's hard to imagine a man without any neigong coming to a draw in a sanshou fight with Liuyun, one of the Four Great Grandmasters.”
”At that time, Ye Liuyun was still using his sword, as he had not yet completed his sanshou training.”
”Master, can someone without neigong zhenqi become as powerful as Wu Zhu?” Fan Xian questioned sincerely.
Fei Jie's brows furrowed in thought as he spoke. ”Only if he carried out every single movement with strict precision would he be able to fatally injure someone with his iron rod before they could react.”
Fan Xian naturally remembered the night he had arrived in this world in the arms of the blind young man and how the iron rod he held dripped with a steady stream of fresh blood.
”However, this kind of speed and power are beyond what humans are capable of.”
Fei Jie shook his head, then suddenly cleared his throat. He quickly sat next to the desk and peered at Fei Xian. ”Little one, if you can’t grasp this art, then it is best that you stop. I guarantee that with my method you will never have to worry about anyone bothering you.”
”I will consider it,” Fan Xian answered maturely.