Chapter 100: Fear!

Inwardly overjoyed, Wang Furen then immediately felt that vast, surging force of inner energy that had been aiding her cultivation slowly retreating from her body.

In an instant, her heart felt hollow and empty.

But this also startled her awake.

Opening her eyes, she looked at Fang Han with a gaze filled with complex emotions.

She truly had not expected that this man would actually help her cultivate Xiao Wuxiang Gong.

It could be said that he had helped her break through the most difficult initial barrier!

Her future cultivation could not be called smooth sailing, but at least she could now continue step by step. Unlike before, when it would already end before it even began~

But the more she thought about it, the more a sudden chill of fear crept up within her.

Though she was not particularly devoted to the martial path, she still understood the principle that divine skills and peerless techniques must never be passed on lightly.

This Xiao Wuxiang Gong naturally did not belong to this scoundrel, but since he had seized it so domineeringly, he must have already regarded it viciously as his own.

The only reason he had assisted her cultivation just now was merely to verify the authenticity of the training method for Xiao Wuxiang Gong.

Now that his test had proven successful, wouldn’t he want to kill her, so as to keep this divine skill all to himself?

Thinking of this, Wang Furen’s face turned faintly pale, her hands and feet trembling slightly.

All of a sudden, she felt something strange in her palm. Looking down, she was shocked to discover that he was still gripping her wrist firmly, and had not yet released it.

“You…”

She wanted to curse him, but she feared that truly angering him might give him the perfect excuse to kill her in rage.

She froze in place, not daring to utter another word.

Fang Han’s brows furrowed slightly as he lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

Indeed, he was contemplating the sensation he had just experienced.

Using his own inner energy to protect and guide another’s cultivation.

This was something Fang Han had never attempted before.

It required an exquisitely subtle application of inner force. It was not as simple as just pouring one’s energy into another person’s body.

The human body’s meridians, vessels, and acupoints were endlessly complex. If one was unfamiliar with their intricacies, recklessly sending one’s inner energy into another—especially energy as powerful as his—if it struck a life gate acupoint, the result would be no different from directly attacking with internal force to injure or even kill.

Though Fang Han was well-versed in medicine and knowledgeable about meridians and the effects of acupoints, he had never before tried using inner energy in this manner—to safeguard another’s training.

Only after he had cultivated Yiyang Zhi and grasped the healing mysteries and subtle control of energy recorded within it did he begin to fully comprehend.

Now, he was able to use it in practice.

For instance—assisting Wang Furen in cultivating Xiao Wuxiang Gong.

Not only could he carefully observe the process as she trained, but with further practice, he would be able to use the same method to help Miss Cheng and Miss Mu cultivate this Xiao Wuxiang Gong!

Neither of the two young women’s inner strength was especially strong.

Miss Cheng was somewhat better; although the inner strength of Yaowang Zhuang’s training methods was not particularly profound, she had practiced Lingbo Weibu for many years, and her internal energy had gradually accumulated. Together with her usual cultivation, her foundation was not bad.

As for Mu Wanqing—though her assassination and combat skills were sharp and her fighting experience abundant, the martial arts she inherited from Qin Hongmian, while not shallow, were not especially powerful either. Her inner strength foundation was quite ordinary. Although she too had begun practicing Lingbo Weibu, the time had been short, and her accumulation of energy was still lacking.

Previously, Fang Han had only possessed Beiming Shengong, another supreme divine skill.

It was not that he was unwilling to transmit it.

It was that he could not.

Its cultivation difficulty was simply too immense.

The other martial arts he had encountered were mostly external techniques requiring the support of vast inner strength. Without such reserves, even with lifelong effort, ordinary people might never touch the profound levels.

Consider the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple: even in their old age, their Yiyang Zhi cultivation had only barely reached the “fourth rank.” Elder Ku Rong, though even older and deeper in cultivation, had still only reached the “third rank.”

As for divine skills like Liuxmai Shenjian or Huoyan Dao, they required such immense inner reserves that without them, one could not even begin to learn their surface.

And those three Shaolin finger techniques…

He recalled that cultivating the Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts required Zen study and Buddhist practice. Otherwise, the further one progressed, the more one would be consumed by violent qi, eventually leading to qi deviation. Clearly, such skills were unsuitable for Miss Cheng and Miss Mu.

Here in Manduo Manor, however, the Langhuan Jade Cave contained many martial texts.

And now, among them was this Xiao Wuxiang Gong, another divine skill of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Naturally, Fang Han hoped the two young women could learn it.

For self-protection!

Thus, when he had just made Wang Furen practice it with him, it was both to verify the truth of her words and also out of a genuine desire to help her cultivate.

Nothing more—it was simply a matter of getting some practice.

So that when it came time to aid Miss Cheng, he would be more confident.

Of course, he had only done this because he was certain of his ability. He would never recklessly force another without confidence in success.

After organizing his thoughts and insights, Fang Han came back to himself, and as if sensing something, looked over.

He saw Wang Furen glaring at him with a mixture of shame and anger, not daring to vent her fury.

Her beautiful eyes glimmered with resentment, her unparalleled features tinged with the blush of indignation.

Her delicate jade wrist, snow-white and smooth, was still firmly clasped in his hand.

Hmm. Very soft.

Unperturbed, Fang Han released her wrist.

Tsk. Truly not his fault. When deep in thought, it’s only natural to hold onto something comfortable, isn’t it?

The instant the warmth left her wrist, Wang Furen let out a soft sigh of relief. She immediately pulled her hand back and shielded it with her other slender hand.

This lecher… Holding her hand like that, together with the breathing and chanting earlier, it had lasted at least two or three quarters of an hour!

This shameless rogue…!

How hateful!

But recalling her earlier fears, she dreaded he truly might kill her to silence her. So she dared not say anything.

She did not even dare to look at him.

Fang Han glanced outside. Seeing that night had completely fallen, he gave up the thought of continuing and rose to his feet.

At once, Wang Furen flinched in fright, staring at him with unease.

Guessing her thoughts, Fang Han chuckled:

“Could it be that Madam believes I intend to kill you to silence you? Do I really look like that sort of man?”

Inwardly, Wang Furen cursed: This bandit! This villain! You stormed in here so brutally—if you’re not that sort of man, then what sort are you!?

Fang Han calmly gathered up the scrolls, speaking lightly:

“Besides, Madam, think it over—this is just the beginning. Whatever the case may be, I’d at least have to wait until you finish teaching, no?”

Hearing this, Wang Furen was struck by realization.

Yes, she had not even finished teaching him. He likely would not kill her just yet.

But once she had taught him everything, then she would be useless. And at that time, perhaps…

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FOOTNOTES

* * * * Xiao Wuxiang Gong (小无相功)– “Little Formless Skill,” a supreme internal cultivation method of the Xiaoyao Sect, famed for its ability to imitate other martial arts.

* * * * Yiyang Zhi (一阳指)– “One Yang Finger,” a powerful finger strike technique of Dali’s royal family and Tianlong Temple, noted for both healing and attack.

* * * * Lingbo Weibu (凌波微步)– “Lingering Steps on the Waves,” a lightness skill based on the I Ching’s Eight Trigrams, allowing erratic and unpredictable movement.

* * * * Beiming Shengong (北冥神功)– “Northern Darkness Divine Skill,” a supreme art of the Xiaoyao Sect, enabling the absorption of others’ inner force.

* * * * Liuxmai Shenjian (六脉神剑)– “Six Veined Divine Sword,” a legendary internal energy sword technique requiring immense cultivation.

* * * * Huoyan Dao (火焰刀)– “Flame Blade,” a blazing internal energy blade technique from Tubo.

* * * * Shaolin Seventy-Two Arts (少林七十二绝技)– A collective term for Shaolin’s most profound martial arts, requiring both martial and Buddhist cultivation.

* * * * Manduo Manor (曼陀山庄)– The estate of Wang Furen and her family, containing the Langhuan Jade Cave with countless martial texts.

* * * * Langhuan Jade Cave (琅嬛玉洞)– A fabled repository of countless martial arts manuals within Manduo Manor.