Chapter 52

In the control room of the combat power, a peculiar scene unfolded. Everyone, including the instructor, was weaving knots, separating the energy threads. This step posed no difficulty for them; the slowest person could complete it in over an hour with ease.

Actually, weaving knots wasn't too difficult; it was just many times more complex. This level of complexity was merely a matter of time. After a few hours, everyone had completed the weaving of knots once or even ten times. However, the final step left even the instructor baffled.

From a training perspective, this had little significance, but those who reached the final step all had a feeling that they were just a step away from a wondrous realm, as if there was a thin layer of paper in front of them, which, once punctured, would lead to a new world.

The paper was so thin, clearly just a poke away.

I poke, poke, poke...

Damn...

It just won't break.

The more it wouldn't break, the more itchy it felt inside. I must break it, I won't believe it...

"What's going on? What time is it? What are you doing?" Fe Xue, with a face full of anger, rushed into the training room.

Apart from daily attendance, all the Flying Tiger team members had to undergo various training sessions led by senior members. The so-called instructors were these senior members, who were assigned from the main team to take turns training the second-line members.

Fe Xue had just received word from his subordinates that a second-line team was in trouble. The combat power control training session had already exceeded the scheduled time by a factor of two, and no one had come out yet.

This made him furious. The Flying Tiger team was a disciplined unit, and without special circumstances, everything was strictly regulated.

"The captain is here. Can you help me figure out what's going on?" The instructor, who was a team member and Fe Xue's subordinate, was very familiar with him. At this moment, his eyes were only on that thin layer of paper, completely oblivious to the captain's angry expression.

Fe Xue glanced around, and his expression changed slightly. Others didn't know what this was, but he could see the gist of it, which reminded him of a past experience, yet seemed very different.

"Your weaving is collapsing because you lack 'yun.'"

"Lack 'yun'? What is 'yun'?" At this moment, the instructor turned back into a student.

"Yun... it's hard to explain. It's like the quality of a character, which ordinary people can't discern, or the quality of a craft, which you can't tell unless the difference is significant. How do you distinguish a calligraphy master from someone who writes well? What's the difference between a craft master and an ordinary craftsman? That's 'yun.'" Fe Xue said without hesitation. This thing had once troubled him for years, and it took him several years to barely get a handle on it.

Unfortunately, mastering it was useless without the talent for it and without strong analytical and computational skills. Even following someone else's instructions was very difficult.

Fe Xue wasted nearly five years on this before giving up. This made his combat power lag behind that of his peers. Fortunately, he had excellent martial cultivation talent and spent another ten years to catch up and surpass them.

The years of hard work were not entirely wasted. Although his combat power didn't improve much, he learned a lot during the process and gained many benefits, laying a solid foundation for the future.

This was one of the reasons he could eventually surpass his peers.

What he didn't expect was to see this thing again in the combat power control training room of the Flying Tiger team. It was very different from what he had encountered before, much simpler, yet the traces of 'yun' seemed more profound.

"Basic data." Originally, he came to scold them, but seeing this, Fe Xue's interest was piqued. This thing was quite attractive to martial cultivators.

These guys had no idea what they were doing. If they did, they would be shocked, and the attraction would be even greater, which was not what Fe Xue wanted to see.

"Four hundred threads, forty meters long, 0.1 centimeters in diameter, with a combat power of twelve."

"Um." Fe Xue reached out and knew immediately. You couldn't understand this level unless you were at this level.

Among those present, the instructor was the fastest at separating the energy threads. The official members of the Flying Tiger team were quite capable, completing one thread per second, finishing in less than seven minutes.

Fe Xue waved his hand, and the perfect energy threads were quickly arranged. The entire process took no more than ten seconds, and all four hundred threads were completed. This was his first time separating the threads according to these specifications, showing his mastery of combat power control had reached a level of perfection, almost at the point of complete mastery.

"Was your weaving sequence correct just now?"

"Definitely correct. I've woven knots ten times already," the instructor replied.

"Watch carefully. These nodes are crucial; they must contain 'yun.' What 'yun' is, you need to understand on your own; it can't be taught." As he spoke, the energy threads in front of Fe Xue began to move, weaving quickly. In a moment, the knots were completed.

Fe Xue was just a martial cultivator and didn't know much about symbol masters. He didn't know that this 'yun' had a specific term in the symbol master community: energy attribute.

After a brief pause, the knots tightened, one part at a time, inward. To others, this process was also very fast, taking no more than three seconds. The entire woven ring trembled and compressed together, ultimately forming a strange line, emitting a faint red glow.

"Is it done? It's really done?" This result not only surprised the instructor and the second-line team members but also shocked Fe Xue himself. He originally thought it was a random creation, but it actually worked.

Only he understood what this meant.

"Who taught you this?" Fe Xue's eyes widened, but he quickly realized his reaction was too strong. What could he do even if it was like this?

He was no longer the young man he used to be. As the captain of the Flying Tiger team in Pingchuan City, this success seemed to have no significance.

"It's her." Several fingers pointed simultaneously at Yao Jing.

"Yao Jing? You can do this? Have you been to the association?" This was mind-blowing. This girl, at eighteen, had a combat power of over 200,000 and was rapidly improving. Who would have thought she had talent in this area too?

Good or bad?

Fe Xue couldn't figure it out. For Yao Jing, it was definitely good, but the Flying Tiger team couldn't retain people with such talents. Even if he talked to the city lord, it wouldn't make a difference.

"None." Yao Jing shook her head, tightly closing her mouth. The things Du Qian taught didn't seem ordinary. She held back from mentioning Du Qian's name, as the situation was unclear, and she didn't want to cause trouble for him.

"Is that so." Seeing that Yao Jing didn't want to answer, Fe Xue thought for a moment and didn't press further. From his experience, even if some time was wasted, it was worth it. Whether it was good or bad, no one could say.

"Alright, today's combat power control training is over. Continue with the next training session. You can practice this thing during training or follow the original plan, your choice." After saying this, Fe Xue walked out of the training room, somewhat dispirited.

The instructor and the team members were all stunned. What was going on? Captain Fe, could you be more clear?

Since the captain didn't explain, the team members turned to Yao Jing: "Yao Jing, what is this thing?"

"I don't know." Yao Jing's answer was straightforward; she genuinely didn't know.

"Instructor, how did Captain Fe do it? Was it the vibration frequency?"

"Go away, it's definitely not. The captain said it's 'yun.' Do you understand 'yun'?"

"Of course not. If you understand, show us."

The instructor hadn't figured it out, but the team members were already in an uproar. Within seconds, the training room was in chaos. Everyone, except the instructor and Yao Jing, was red-faced and arguing heatedly.

Du Qian walked past the training room, not looking at it, but his eyes were smiling. This thing had actually worked. Captain Fe hadn't stopped it, nor had he supported it, which was enough.

In the few hours that Yao Jing's team was training, Du Qian had passed by six times. He had nothing to do, so he just passed by... and passed by...

If it weren't for absorbing a spirit horn, which took two and a half hours, he could have passed by a hundred times.

Taking the first step successfully, Du Qian walked back to his office, feeling light on his feet. He didn't notice that as he entered his office, Fe Xue's half face appeared at the corner of the safety ladder, looking at him with a puzzled expression, his brows furrowed in thought.

Du Qian was too self-assured. This was the headquarters of the Flying Tiger team, a place of many talented people, including several combat master-level martial cultivators. How could no one notice him passing by repeatedly?

His behavior was strange, but the people who saw him had different thoughts. Most thought this guy was bored and had started to think about love. There were multiple training rooms, and he always passed by the one where Yao Jing, his classmate, was training. This was a natural assumption.

Fe Xue originally thought the same, but when he entered the training room and saw the thing, which came from Yao Jing, he had to think deeper. He found out that during the hour of free rest before training, Yao Jing had gone to Du Qian's office and didn't come out until the training started.

The Flying Tiger team wasn't a professional police force, but as a combat master-level martial cultivator, Fe Xue had strong logical thinking skills. With all these clues, how could he not be suspicious?

If it weren't for Du Qian's weak combat power, this wouldn't be a matter of suspicion; it would be a matter of confirmation.

"5,980 combat power, barely enough, but too barely. The excess combat power is less than a thousand. Even for a beginner, let alone after some adaptation, it would be very hard to achieve. Is it really him?"

A thin layer of paper? Thinking of this term, Fe Xue smiled bitterly. The first time anyone encountered this, they would think it was just a thin layer of paper, but this paper was harder than steel...

Suddenly, Fe Xue's expression changed. His hands moved quickly, and within seconds, four hundred energy threads appeared before him. He began to weave knots rapidly, trying again, as if he had missed something before.