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

Feng Congyun's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Twenty years," he repeated, then suddenly sighed, "No wonder."

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder Old Mo said your basic skills were off." Feng Congyun leaned back in his chair. "In his first lesson with you, he noticed that your way of touching stones was different from others. Others touch the texture, but you touch what's underneath. That kind of feeling can't be developed without years of dedicated practice."

Sun Fan remained silent.

"I didn't believe it before," Feng Congyun said, looking at him. "But I believe it now."

He paused for a moment: "What's your master's name?"

Sun Fan hesitated for a moment.

No one in this world knows the name Yan Shisan. But if he reveals it, will it cause any unforeseen changes?

Feng Congyun seemed to sense his hesitation and waved his hand: "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. But there's one thing I'm sure of—"

He stared into Sun Fan's eyes: "Your master's level is very, very high."

Sun Fan was startled.

Could this person possibly discern Yan Shisan's cultivation level?

In fact, Sun Fan had also secretly wondered what level Yan Shisan was at in the final battle.

However, his current level of understanding is too low, so he cannot quite grasp the underlying principles.

The only certainty is that his opponent, Xie Xiaofeng, may have already crossed the threshold of the sixth realm.

Yan Shisan's realm, in this world, is comparable to what realm? He didn't know.

Feng Congyun stood up and patted the dust off his clothes.

"You're lucky, kid," he said. "Not everyone can find a master like that."

He walked towards the door, but stopped halfway there.

"Oh, right."

He turned to look at Sun Fan, "If you encounter any trouble at the martial arts school that you can't handle, you can mention my name once."

Sun Fan was taken aback.

Feng Congyun waved his hand: "It's not like I helped you for nothing. Remember to bring a big bottle next time."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Sun Fan stood there, watching the disheveled figure disappear outside the door, remaining motionless for a long time.

-

As the wind blew out of the teaching building, a figure emerged from the shadows to greet them.

He was a man in his thirties, dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit. His face was ordinary, but his eyes were sharp. He strode to Feng Congyun's side and asked in a low voice, "Master, why did you come in person?"

Feng Congyun didn't answer, but simply reached out his hand: "Where's the wine?"

The man in black took out a small wine flask from his pocket and handed it over.

Feng Congyun took it, tilted his head back, took a swig, and smacked his lips.

"Not as strong as that kid's," he muttered, putting the wine jug into his pocket.

The man in black paused for a moment, then said, "You mean... Sun Fan?"

Feng Congyun glanced at him: "You know him?"

"I've heard of him." The man in black nodded. "The newly crowned champion of the first year, known as the 'highest mountain' among the first-year students of the martial arts school. It's said that his swordsmanship is very fast, his fundamentals are very solid, and he seems to have had a great adventure in a secret realm."

"A serendipitous encounter?" Feng Congyun laughed. "That wasn't a serendipitous encounter."

The man in black asked, puzzled, "What is that?"

"It's fate." Feng Congyun walked forward, saying as he went, "Some people are born to do this kind of work. His master taught him for twenty years in the secret realm—twenty years of teaching only one sword technique, only laying the foundation. This kind of destiny is not something everyone can encounter."

The man in black was silent for a moment, then asked, "So you came here today... to assess him?"

"What are you looking at?" Feng Congyun shook his head. "I'm just curious about what kind of kid Old Mo has been talking about for two months."

"So what do you think?"

Feng Congyun stopped and looked back at him.

"Do you know what level of skill that sword strike of his was at?"

The man in black shook his head.

Feng Congyun was silent for two seconds before speaking: "His sword has a hidden meaning."

The man in black's pupils contracted.

Sword intent?

Isn't that something that can only be touched upon at the Fifth Realm?

"And it's not like you've just gotten the hang of it," Feng Congyun continued. "You've already got a firm footing. That kind of intent isn't something you can figure out through enlightenment; it's something you cultivate—twenty years of consistent practice, turning the sword into your hand and internalizing the intent into your bones."

He paused for a moment, then said, "His master is no ordinary person."

The man in black couldn't help but ask, "Stronger than you?"

The wind from the clouds did not answer.

He looked up at the moon in the sky and remained silent for a long time.

"Whether he's strong or not, you'll only know after you fight him," he said. "But one thing I'm sure of is that he's better at teaching apprentices than I am."

The man in black was stunned.

Who is Feng Congyun?

A top-ranked swordsman from twenty years ago, a master of swordsmanship, and a sixth-realm swordsman. His disciple, Ye Liuxing, was once known as a swordsmanship genius who appeared only once in a decade at the Dark Martial Arts School.

Looking across the world, there are many who dare to say they can beat him, but how many dare to say they are better at teaching disciples than him?

How can someone like that claim that their skill in teaching apprentices is inferior to that of someone from a secret realm?

Feng Congyun ignored his shock and continued walking forward.

"Tell those guys to be polite to Sun Fan when they see him at the martial arts school," he said. "If he gets into trouble, help him out if you can."

The man in black followed him, unable to resist asking, "Master, are you... going to take him in?"

"What's there to accept?" Feng Congyun shook his head. "He has a master; I can't accept him."

"Then why...?"

"Why are you so good to him?" Feng Congyun picked up the conversation, then suddenly laughed, "Because his master taught him so well. So well that even I'm envious."

He took a swig of wine and said slowly, "If you don't make good connections with this kind of person before he grows up, you won't be able to make connections with him even if you want to once he becomes powerful."

The man in black seemed to understand, but didn't ask any more questions.

The master and apprentice disappeared into the night, one after the other.

When Sun Fan returned to his residence, Dong Dahai was already waiting at the door.

"Class monitor," he greeted her, "Did you go to class today?"

Sun Fan nodded.

How did you know?

Dong Dahai's expression was somewhat complicated: "Do you know who the substitute teacher was today?"

Sun Fan looked at him: "You know?"

Dong Dahai took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "Feng Congyun."

Sun Fan waited for him to continue.

"A top-ranked expert from twenty years ago, a master of swordsmanship," Dong Dahai said, emphasizing each word. "He was also Ye Liuxing's master."

"His reputation is so great that the news of his return has already spread among those who attended class today."

"There are rumors circulating that he's come back this time to take you as his apprentice."

Sun Fan's eyes narrowed.

Is Feng Congyun Ye Liuxing's master?

Ye Liuxing, the sword genius known as the once-in-a-decade prodigy of the Dark Martial Arts School, who once single-handedly defeated countless powerful figures in the martial arts school's grand competition—his master.

Who was the former holder of the title of "Fast Swordsman"?

Thinking of the other person's unkempt appearance, Sun Fan shook his head.

Are all good swordsmen drunkards?