I became a prince in a martial arts world.

Wang Yu couldn't hold back any longer, "Then why did you say that?"

Li Yunxiu smiled and said, "You seem a little scared, let me help you relax."

Neither the Wang Yu of this world nor the Wang Yu who transmigrated here had ever witnessed a killing scene in person. Even if they had seen it many times in TV shows and movies, there was still a difference when they faced it in person.

Although Wang Yu quickly recovered and adapted unexpectedly, Li Yunxiu still noticed it keenly and helped him relax.

"Thank you so much!" Wang Yu pouted. "I still hope to relax in another way."

Zi Ling asked curiously, "In what way?"

"Ahem." Wang Yu coughed twice. "For example, having a big meal."

Li Yunxiu looked at Wang Yu probingly, then smiled slightly, "We just set off this morning. Let's find a nice restaurant around noon. Besides, you've just gained internal energy, and the consumption of it is quite high. You should have a good meal."

……

Everything returned to calm, the carriage continued its journey, and Wang Yu finally had time to properly experience his golden finger and the legendary internal energy.

The tortoise shell remained quietly suspended in his mind. He could see it at any time, but after absorbing the medicinal power and giving feedback, it no longer glowed or reacted.

Then came "The Last Flame".

As a successor of the Innate Grandmaster, Wang Yu believed that the "Flowing Fire Reflection" technique must be quite powerful.

Li Yunxiu had previously told Wang Yu about the realms of martial arts. Ordinary martial artists only train their bodies, accumulate internal strength, and practice martial arts. These are all considered acquired skills, and most martial artists in the world belong to this realm.

But besides these, there are also some martial artists with exceptional talent and intelligence who, through mastering techniques or comprehending artistic conceptions, can draw upon the power of heaven and earth to cultivate their own bodies and progress from the acquired to the innate.

Whether it's his dantian, qi sea, meridians, or bones, he has subtle differences from ordinary martial artists. His internal energy is inexhaustible and continuous. Under normal circumstances, he is not afraid of group battles or wars of attrition. He can be called a master of innate level.

When one's understanding of the artistic conception deepens, and one develops independent insights and comprehension, forming one's own system and theory, ordinary innate masters are no longer a match for them. At this point, one can be called an innate grandmaster.

As for whether there would be anything beyond that, Li Yunxiu didn't tell him. Anyway, it wouldn't make a difference if he knew. The reason he told him so much was because his fake father was a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm, and it wouldn't be appropriate for him not to know.

Returning to the "Flowing Fire Reflection," it is said to have eight levels. Following the path of the founder of the technique, one can advance to the Innate Realm by mastering the fifth level, and become an Innate Grandmaster by mastering the eighth level.

Ten years ago, Zhao Yu was sent to the capital as a hostage. He could only learn the first three levels of the technique. After being questioned, he passed it on to Wang Yu. At this time, Li Yunxiu guided him with internal energy and medicinal power, helping him to master the first level.

However, Wang Yu had just taken the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill to activate the tortoise shell, which not only helped him modify the first three levels of the technique, but also deduced the fourth level of the "Flowing Fire Reflection" technique.

The cultivation path in each level is more varied and complex than the previous level.

With each advancement in skill level, one's internal energy becomes more refined, and the accumulation rate of internal energy also increases.

However, to go further, one needs to manipulate internal energy more precisely and slowly impact the meridians. If the approach is wrong or too hasty, at best the meridians will be damaged and the person will suffer serious injury, and at worst the internal energy will run rampant and cause a qi deviation.

Therefore, one should start practicing martial arts when young. The younger one is, the better the resilience of the meridians and the greater the plasticity. If all the meridians are opened and widened early on, the foundation will be extremely solid, and the upper limit in the future will be higher.

If one waits until old age and physical decline, and the meridians are fully formed, then even the most refined control over internal energy will be useless if the meridians cannot withstand it.

Therefore, Li Yunxiu's assessment that Wang Yu's future potential is not very high is a very normal judgment.

However, with the tortoise shell, as long as Wang Yu takes highly nourishing medicine, his innate talents will be improved in all aspects. He doesn't need to worry about his basic abilities, and he will also learn the tortoise shell deduction technique, so he doesn't need to worry about his future potential.

Wang Yu only needs to familiarize himself with the subtle manipulation of his own internal energy and progress step by step.

He had just acquired internal energy, and it was with Li Yunxiu's help that he was able to do so. He was still having some trouble when he was practicing the first level of the technique, and his meridians were relatively narrow, so he did not dare to try the second level of the technique.

But in fact, he had already learned the first four levels with the help of the tortoise shell, but he was just unable to do so for the time being due to his own limited abilities.

As time went by, his speed and proficiency in practicing the technique increased, and his control became smoother. By then, let alone the second level, even the third and fourth levels would be a natural progression.

"That's about it."

Seeing that Wang Yu's face was flushed, Li Yunxiu interrupted his practice, "Practicing martial arts should be done in moderation. If you overdo it, it will damage your meridians and do more harm than good. One to two hours of practice each day is enough."

Feeling the faint swelling and pain in his meridians, Wang Yu obediently stopped circulating his cultivation technique. Then, he reached out and struck out with his internal energy, creating a gust of wind.

Seeing Wang Yu's excited eyes, Li Yunxiu couldn't help but laugh, "Zhao Zheng cultivates 'Flowing Fire Reflection' using a Fiery Cloud Treasure Blade, but you think steel blades aren't elegant enough, so you learned swordsmanship instead."

"What sword technique?" Wang Yu asked.

"The Seven Styles of the Setting Sun is a sword technique that Zhao Zheng personally created for you. It refers to the blazing fire of July and the setting sun reflecting off the ground. The sword technique combines orthodox and unorthodox methods, as well as strength and gentleness. It is indeed worthy of being created by a master of innate skills."

Speaking of this sword technique, Li Yunxiu couldn't help but sigh. The Li family was just a small aristocratic family, and their martial arts had been modified and perfected over generations, making it comparable to this sword technique.

Wang Yu rubbed his hands together. "When can I learn this sword technique?"

"Now that you've mastered the basics of internal energy cultivation, you can learn this sword technique anytime," Li Yunxiu said with a smile. "Find an inn or mansion to stay at tonight, and I'll teach you the sword technique."

……

They walked in silence until the sun was high in the sky.

It was noon soon, and the caravan arrived at a small market town. Song Yong found a reasonably clean restaurant, led the carriage into the courtyard, and asked the shopkeeper to serve them.

Ziling lifted the carriage curtain and got out first. "Prepare some clean and delicious dishes, and serve some drinks to the brothers so we can travel this afternoon."

"Thank you, Miss Ziling!" Everyone expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

After giving her instructions, Zi Ling took a small stool from the carriage and helped Li Yunxiu out of the carriage, then helped Wang Yu out of the carriage.

Wang Yu glanced around. The restaurant was quite large, with more than a dozen tables in the main hall. Most of the tables were already occupied by customers, including travelers and merchants. There were also two tables of people dressed as江湖人士 (jianghu figures), who were carefully observing their group.

Wang Yu's eyes darted around, and he frowned, saying, "Can you even eat anything made at this kind of desolate inn?"

Li Yunxiu and Ziling turned around and glanced at Wang Yu.

So you're already getting into character?

Li Yunxiu reached out and took Wang Yu's arm. "It's naturally not as comfortable and convenient as being at home when you're away from home. Husband, just bear with it. It will be fine once we get home in a few days."

Wang Yu resisted the urge to get any closer and rub against her, and pulled Li Yunxiu to a table by the window. Pointing to the grease stains on the table and chair, he said expressionlessly to the shop assistant beside him, "Wipe it clean."

The shop assistant hurriedly agreed, pulled out a rag draped over his shoulder, and began to wipe vigorously until the cloth was shiny and clean.

Wang Yu sighed and shook his head before helping Li Yunxiu sit down. He then sat to the side of her and gestured for Zi Ling to sit opposite him, saying, "Take good care of Madam."

"Yes!" Zi Ling bowed slightly before sitting down.

His clothes were gorgeous, his manner was extravagant, and he had imperial soldiers under his command. The timid dared not look at him, and the bold only dared to peek out of the corner of their eyes, not daring to look directly at him.

Song Yong, accompanied by ten imperial guards, pulled Old Yan to sit at two tables.

They had certainly witnessed Master Yan's martial arts skills, but since Master Yan was disguised as a coachman, they couldn't be too obvious about it, so they could only carefully and warmly help him sit down.

The waiter carried a tray and first served everyone large bowls of herbal tea to quench their thirst.

"Please have some tea first, sir." One person handed tea to Old Man Yan, while the other two helped Song Yong rest. Three people were tidying up the carriage and belongings, and four others couldn't wait to pick up their teacups and drink tea to quench their thirst.

Wang Yu looked at the three bowls of tea on his table. The porcelain bowls were old and the water was murky.

Just as Zi Ling was about to serve Li Yunxiu tea, Wang Yu stopped her, asking, "Do we have a teapot and teacups in the car?"

"Yes!" Zi Ling nodded.

"Do you have any good tea?" Wang Yu asked again.

"Yes, there are!" Zi Ling nodded again.

"Since we have a teapot, teacups, and good tea, we can just get some hot water from the shop. Why drink such inferior tea?" Wang Yu tapped the table and raised an eyebrow.

Zi Ling, "..."

She was Li Yunxiu's maid, born into a prominent family in Gyeonggi Province. Although she had seen and experienced the world, she was not considered pampered or extravagant, and had never truly witnessed the most luxurious circles.

Wang Yu's performance really stunned her.

Li Yunxiu gave Wang Yu a deep look before saying to Ziling, "Aren't you going to get the tea from the carriage?"

"Yes!" Zi Ling hurriedly replied, looked at Wang Yu in surprise, and quickly lifted her skirt and walked out of the courtyard. Although the matter was urgent, her steps were quick and steady, reflecting the upbringing and manners of a wealthy family.

As soon as Wang Yu spoke, the four men who had picked up their teacups quietly put them down, and the other guards also dared not drink their tea, waiting quietly for Wang Yu's table to drink first.

A moment later, Ziling returned carrying a wooden box, from which she took out a teapot, two teacups, and a ceramic jar.

She first opened the earthenware jar, scooped two and a half spoonfuls of tea leaves into the teapot with a small copper spoon, and then asked the shopkeeper for hot water, which she poured into the teapot.

"Splash—"

As the steam rose, a fragrant aroma spread with it, filling almost half of the restaurant.

"Mm." Wang Yu nodded.

Looking at the clear, bright tea leaves in the cup, Wang Yu then raised his cup.

Seeing that Wang Yu was satisfied, the guards finally relaxed, their faces softened, and they all raised their teacups, exchanging polite greetings, ready to drink tea.

"Old Yan?"

A gasp interrupted everyone's actions. Turning around, they saw Old Master Yan still leisurely drinking tea, but his face had turned ashen.

The others at the table were shocked and quickly backed away.

Li Yunxiu leaped to Old Master Yan's side. Old Master Yan, still unaware of what was happening, asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

Li Yunxiu pushed a bowl of tea in front of Old Master Yan, "Look!"

Old Yan peeked over, his eyes widened, and he abruptly looked up, "What am I...?"

He was speaking when his voice suddenly stopped, his body stiffened, black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his eyes went dark, and he collapsed dead.