Chapter 7

For the sudden change in the aura of the Great Assassin Feng, only 12-year-old Shangguan Ruofan didn't feel much. Seeing him return to his lazy demeanor, Shangguan Ruofan hurriedly went forward, placed the box on the table, and opened the intricately carved lid. The room was instantly filled with a fragrant aroma.

"Hey, I came specially to thank my brother-in-law. This is the osmanthus cake I had the servants prepare. I invite you to have some."

Putting the lid on the table, Shangguan Ruofan stared at Feng Jueyu with his big, watery eyes, finding him more and more appealing. He thought to himself: Why didn't I notice how handsome my brother-in-law is? Why did my sister refuse to marry him?

Feng Jueyu hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and after being exhausted for 24 hours, he was starving. Smelling the fragrance of the cake, his appetite was whetted. Without being polite, he reached out and grabbed two pieces, stuffing them into his mouth.

"Mmm... delicious... You're thoughtful... Thank you."

The Great Assassin Feng continued to eat and express his gratitude, feeling he deserved it. After all, that kid didn't hold back with his sword, which made him quite happy. Poor Shangguan Ruowen, he probably wouldn't be able to get up for a month or so.

In the blink of an eye, he had eaten over a dozen pieces of osmanthus cake. The Great Assassin Feng looked up and suddenly noticed that little Ruofan was still staring at him with an extremely ambiguous look.

Damn, what kind of look is this? I don't have the habit of playing around.

Feng Jueyu wiped his mouth, sat up straight, and said, "Is that all? I need to rest. If there's nothing else, you can leave."

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Ruofan didn't leave but stared straight at Feng Jueyu and suddenly smiled, "Brother-in-law, can you teach me another move?"

"Teach you another move?" Feng Jueyu said, "Damn, do you think moves are like white rice? What's wrong? Wasn't that one move enough? You're asking the wrong person. Ask your elders. Why are you asking me?"

"Wind Jueyu!" Shangguan Ruofan suddenly slammed the table and shouted, "Don't think I don't know. I've been investigating in secret. The Shangguan family doesn't have a move called 'Fifteen Appearances, One Sword Stabs the Chrysanthemum.' Don't hide it from me. Tell me, did you come up with that move?"

Feng Jueyu was taken aback by the sudden outburst. In fact, though young, Shangguan Ruofan was quite sharp. After being scolded by the old man, he felt something was off. How could the Shangguan family have a sword technique that even his grandfather didn't know?

So, he investigated in secret. When he went to copy poems, he searched the family archives, visited his father's secret room, and tried to get information from his grandfather and father. In the end, he found out that the Shangguan family didn't have the move Feng Jueyu taught him.

So, Shangguan Ruofan came to confront him.

Feng Jueyu understood that this lie couldn't last long, but he wasn't surprised. He straightened his clothes, crossed his legs, and blinked, saying, "You know? Yes, I came up with it. What's the problem?"

"Brother-in-law, you know martial arts?" Everyone in the Shangguan family knew that Feng Jueyu was a good-for-nothing who couldn't read or fight. When did he learn martial arts?

"I don't." Feng Jueyu didn't want to admit it.

"Then how did you come up with it?"

Feng Jueyu stood up, looking profound, and said, "Is it hard? Have you heard the saying 'the onlooker sees the game best'? Your speed and Shangguan Ruowen's speed weren't fast. Seeing the moves and countering them isn't hard, right?"

A master!

Children's thoughts are simple. They don't consider Feng Jueyu's potential or motives. They only admire what they can't do but others can. So, Feng Jueyu's arrogant expression turned into that of a hidden master in Shangguan Ruofan's eyes!

Even without martial arts, he could see the flaws and improve them, turning the profound West Wind Falling Moon Sword Technique into a brilliant move that even his grandfather praised.

Brother-in-law is a genius.

Though he doesn't know martial arts, his insight into martial arts is far beyond mine.

Why don't I have the same insight as my brother-in-law?

In just a moment, Shangguan Ruofan had already idolized Feng Jueyu...

He quickly ran over, looking at Feng Jueyu, who was much taller than him, with pleading eyes, and said, "Brother-in-law, please, teach me another move."

Feng Jueyu looked at the clear-eyed Shangguan Ruofan, knowing he was pure-hearted and had potential. He felt a love for talent.

Most importantly, this kid seemed to be at odds with Shangguan Ruowen. Using him to torment Shangguan Ruowen wasn't a bad idea.

Looking down at the handsome Shangguan Ruofan, Feng Jueyu asked, "Do you want to learn?"

"Yes." Shangguan Ruofan nodded vigorously, "I want to learn. As long as Brother-in-law teaches me, I'll do whatever you say."

"Hmm?" Feng Jueyu stroked his chin, thinking for a while, and asked, "Do you know the rules?"

Shangguan Ruofan thought for a moment and had a sudden realization, "Ah, I know. Brother-in-law, rest assured. I won't tell anyone a single word about you." He covered his mouth to show his loyalty.

"Okay. Then fine." Feng Jueyu sat back down. Seeing Shangguan Ruofan already drawing his sword, eager to learn, he paused for a moment and then poured cold water on him, "There are no new moves. Practice the previous one until you master it."

"Ah?" Shangguan Ruofan, holding his sword, ready to learn new moves, was furious and felt wronged, "You... you tricked me?"

"What did I trick you about?" Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes, "Do you know the saying 'too much to chew, not enough to digest'? You call yourself a genius? Throughout history, all sword techniques are the essence of the essence. It's not easy to master one, let alone others. You haven't mastered one move and want to learn another. The result will be a lack of expertise. Moves must be practiced until they are old and versatile to unleash their full power. Often, one move can defeat an enemy and reach the pinnacle. Do you understand?"

Shangguan Ruofan wasn't stupid; he was quite smart. After hearing Feng Jueyu, he immediately understood, "Brother-in-law means I only learned the surface of that move?"

"Even the surface is too generous." Feng Jueyu bluntly criticized Shangguan Ruofan.

Remember, martial arts training is extremely hard. Only through great hardship can one become a superior person. Children are pure, like a blank sheet of paper. To make them successful, you must first destroy their arrogance and self-satisfaction, making them understand the true path to success.

"Though I don't know martial arts, from my observations, that move can evolve into many more. It's a bridge between techniques. The key is that each move's variations can lead to many other moves, whether stabbing or slashing..."

Feng Jueyu transformed into a martial arts master, speaking eloquently. He had Shangguan Ruofan demonstrate each move of the West Wind Falling Moon Sword Technique, pointing out various flaws or suggesting changes.

Sometimes, just a slight change in footwork could completely transform the entire sword technique. More terrifyingly, Shangguan Ruofan discovered that even following Brother-in-law's methods, a slight change in wrist direction could create one or two devastating moves...

After half an hour, Shangguan Ruofan was drenched in sweat, thinking: This isn't the Shangguan family's West Wind Falling Moon Sword Technique; this is the pinnacle of killing techniques.

Staring at the eloquent Feng Jueyu, Shangguan Ruofan's eyes changed from disgust to surprise, then to admiration, jealousy, and finally to worship.

Extreme worship!

Just a few changes Feng Jueyu pointed out immediately elevated the West Wind Falling Moon Sword Technique to its peak. Even though they were just talking, he could feel the overwhelming killing aura and sword rain.

And this was just what Feng Jueyu described. If he could cultivate true energy, what would it be like?

What a powerful insight. Grandfather said he was good for nothing, but in martial arts, the entire Shangguan family, young and old, couldn't match him.

After half an hour, Feng Jueyu was parched. This was his first time, after reincarnation, to explain martial arts and assassination techniques in such detail, speaking until his throat was dry.

Suddenly, Feng Jueyu stopped. He sensed a mysterious aura approaching quickly.

It wasn't a servant. Servants wouldn't sneak around. Feng Jueyu paused, drank some water, and asked in a low voice, "Do you remember what I said?"

Shangguan Ruofan nodded and then shook his head. The moves were too shocking, and he couldn't remember them all at once.

"It's okay if you don't remember. First, remember the three variations I mentioned and practice them until you master them. Then, use them to create new moves. Come back when you're ready." Feng Jueyu quickly said, knowing his actions might have caught the attention of some hidden figures in the Shangguan family.

Moreover, martial arts must be understood through personal insight. Telling everything wouldn't benefit Shangguan Ruofan; it would harm him.

The key is to learn by analogy.

Isn't that why they say, "The master leads you to the door, but cultivation is up to the individual"?

Looking at Shangguan Ruofan, who was now stunned, he seemed like a statue, unable to move. "Brother-in-law, did you come up with all this? Others would think you're a martial arts master. Brother-in-law, you're so handsome, I admire you so much, you're so talented."

"Stop..."

Feng Jueyu, dazed by Shangguan Ruofan's flattery, felt the ominous premonition growing stronger. He promptly stopped the talkative Shangguan Ruofan, "Stop. If you want to learn, go practice. Remember, a genius is one part insight, one part luck, and eight parts effort. If you talk too much next time, I won't teach you."

Shangguan Ruofan shivered in fear, thinking: This won't do. If you don't teach me, how will I improve? Even Father can't come up with your moves. Not to mention Father, even Grandfather would have to step aside.

"I'll learn, I'll learn." Shangguan Ruofan nodded and rushed out, "Brother-in-law, I'm leaving."

Feng Jueyu, amused, said sternly, "Remember, what happens here can't be told to a third person. Otherwise, you don't need to come back. And next time, bring more osmanthus cake."

"Got it." Shangguan Ruofan's voice faded as he left. Feng Jueyu walked to the window, looking at the spring scenery and lush willows, and suddenly noticed a fleeting shadow behind a tree in the garden.

"The Shangguan family isn't simple. Did I do something too obvious?"

To the readers:

PS: Thinking of osmanthus cake, I once had it. Made with real osmanthus, the taste is so good, I still drool thinking about it.

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