Martial Arts Secret Realm: Only I Can Know the Plot?

Chapter 116 Special Training

He looked at Sun Fan: "Your inner demons aren't actually suppressed, they're being digested. The internal energy of the Divine Illumination Scripture is digesting those negative things for you—killing intent, malevolence, fear, and anger. The parts that can't be digested remain in your eyes, turning into that blood-red hue."

Sun Fan fell silent. He finally understood why the bloodshot in his eyes could never be erased—it wasn't because his internal energy from the Divine Illumination Scripture was insufficient.

Rather, it was that deep-seated killing intent and the path of destruction that had always been hidden within the sword.

It's far beyond what he can resolve in his current state.

"Therefore, the Divine Illumination Scripture is the most suitable internal cultivation method for you," Feng Congyun said. "Not because it is strong, but because it is stable. And what you need most right now is not speed, but stability."

He stood up and walked to the center of the training room. "Starting today, your daily practice time for the Divine Illumination Scripture will double. Two hours in the morning and two hours in the evening. Practice swordsmanship during the day and internal energy cultivation at night. Continue taking the Qi-Nourishing Pill and Qi-Condensing Powder; don't skimp on them. I'll be here watching you, not going anywhere."

Sun Fan was stunned for a moment. "Teacher Feng, you—"

"Stop talking nonsense." Feng Congyun interrupted him. "I'm very free, I drink wherever I am. What's the difference between drinking here and drinking on the mountaintop?" He took out a wine flask from his pocket, took a swig, and smacked his lips. "But you have to prepare some snacks for me. Peanuts will do, deep-fried, with salt."

Sun Fan looked at him and suddenly smiled. "Okay."

The special training began on the second day.

Before dawn, Sun Fan was dragged out of bed by Feng Congyun. Feng Congyun himself hadn't slept either; he had dark circles under his eyes, but he looked energetic, like a completely different person. He was wearing faded old training clothes, his hair was tied back with a rubber band, and he was holding a bamboo stick in his hand.

"Get up, get up, stop dawdling." He tapped the edge of the bed with a bamboo stick. "Starting today, every morning you will practice swordsmanship first, then have breakfast, then practice internal energy, then have lunch, then practice internal energy again, then have dinner, then practice swordsmanship, then run ten kilometers, and then go to sleep."

"Your movement skills are absolutely terrible right now."

"However, you may have your own ideas about lightness skills, so I won't interfere for now."

"These basic footwork and body movements must be connected first."

He turned to look at Sun Fan. "Is there a problem?"

Sun Fan shook his head, got out of bed, changed his clothes, and went out the door.

Sword practice is fundamental; it has become an integral part of his daily life.

Feng Congyun did not supervise his sword practice.

He trusted Sun Fan completely in this regard.

He had never seen anyone of that age and with that level of foundation.

By the time all the basic movements were finished, it was almost noon. Sun Fan's training clothes were soaked through, clinging to his body, and beads of sweat dripped from his hair, leaving a small water stain on the training room floor. But his eyes were bright, and the bloodshot color had faded somewhat.

Feng Congyun tucked the bamboo stick under his arm, took out a wine flask from his robes, and took a swig. "Let's eat."

Sun Fan followed him out of the training room and headed towards the cafeteria.

Several students encountered Sun Fan and Feng Congyun on the road and were all taken aback when they saw them walking together. Some recognized Feng Congyun, their expressions changed, and they quickly walked past with their heads down. Others didn't recognize him, but seeing Sun Fan's face, which had recently become the talk of the school, they couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Feng Congyun ignored these stares, drinking as he walked, his pace neither fast nor slow, as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

"Teacher Feng," Sun Fan suddenly spoke up.

"Um?"

"Did you teach Ye Liuxing this way back then?"

Feng Congyun paused. He didn't answer immediately, took another swig of wine, and continued walking. "Ye Liuxing—" His voice lowered, as if coming from a great distance, "He's too smart, he learns everything so quickly. A sword technique that others practice for three months, he learns in three days. An internal energy cultivation manual that others study for a year, he masters in a month." Feng Congyun shook his head, "When I taught him, I wasn't afraid he wouldn't be able to learn, I was afraid he'd learn too fast."

"Isn't it good to learn quickly?"

"It's certainly good to learn quickly. But people who learn quickly tend to overlook one thing: the basics. They think the basics are too simple and don't need to spend too much time on them. They spend a lot of time on advanced swordsmanship, profound internal energy cultivation, and those fancy moves."

"How stable do you think the foundation of someone like that can be?"

Feng Congyun stopped and turned to look at Sun Fan. "You're different. You don't have the arrogance or impatience of a genius. The fact that you've spent two thousand years honing your fundamentals shows you're a patient person. In this respect, Ye Liuxing is not as good as you."

He turned around and continued walking forward. "So, I'm not worried about you learning too fast, I'm worried about you learning too slowly. In two months, you need to complete the Meridian Opening Realm, raise your internal energy to the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm, and integrate your swordsmanship and internal energy into one. Time is tight, the task is heavy, and we can't waste a single second."

The afternoon practice began.

Feng Congyun didn't let Sun Fan continue practicing his swordsmanship. Instead, he made him sit down and circulate the Divine Illumination Scripture. Then, something unexpected happened—Feng Congyun pointed a finger at Sun Fan's heart.

A warm, profound internal force, carrying an indescribable sense of stability, flowed from Feng Congyun's fingers into Sun Fan's body. The internal force was unhurried, like a quiet river, slowly flowing along Sun Fan's meridians.

Sun Fan's body instinctively resisted for a moment, then the internal energy of the Divine Illumination Scripture surged up and came into contact with the internal energy of Feng Congyun.

There was no collision.

The moment the two internal forces came into contact, it was like two rivers merging into the same sea. Feng Congyun's internal force did not attempt to suppress the Shenzhao Scripture, nor did the Shenzhao Scripture attempt to repel Feng Congyun's internal force. They quietly merged together, like two long-lost friends finally reuniting after many years.

Sun Fan was stunned.

He had never encountered this situation before. Internal energy is different for everyone. Even those practicing the same internal energy cultivation method will experience subtle differences due to variations in constitution, temperament, and training methods. When the internal energy of two different people comes into contact, it usually results in repulsion; at best, they cancel each other out, and at worst, their meridians are damaged.

However, Feng Congyun's internal energy and his Divine Illumination Scripture were not incompatible.

"Is that strange?" Feng Congyun's voice came from above.

Sun Fan nodded.

"Don't be surprised. My internal energy cultivation also follows a balanced and harmonious path. It's not incompatible with the Divine Illumination Scripture." Feng Congyun withdrew his fingers. "I'm transferring my internal energy to you not to help you open your meridians, but to let you feel—feel what stability is."

"stable?"

"Yes. Your Shenzhao Scripture is already quite stable, but not stable enough. When you circulate your energy, there is still some blockage in your heart meridian, which is a hidden injury left by practicing too hastily. You can't clear it yourself because your internal energy is not pure enough."

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He paused for a moment, then said, "I'll help you."

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