Chapter 74: The Realm of “Second Grade”!
Hearing this, Cheng Lingsu’s eyes curved into crescents, and she gave a small smile.
Then, gazing at the broken stones on the ground, she exclaimed in wonder: “This One Yang Finger skill is truly this formidable?”
Last night she had only glanced at it in a hurry, but because of a certain someone, she hadn’t had the chance to properly observe, so she didn’t know its capabilities.
Seeing the scene now, she couldn’t help but be deeply amazed.
Fang Han smiled: “It’s the Duan clan’s exclusive ultimate art, so of course it has its subtleties. But in the end, it’s still because I possess the Bei Ming Divine Skill.
Lingsu, you already know how overbearing this art is. These past days I’ve absorbed the internal energy of quite a few people, refined and returned it to the source. My body of Bei Ming true qi is now incomparably abundant. Never mind the One Yang Finger—even a casual strike carries immense power!”
Hearing this, Cheng Lingsu’s eyes shone brilliantly. Thinking back to what she had observed of the Bei Ming Divine Skill, it truly was so. She lightly nodded: “Internal skill is the foundation of martial arts. Brother Fang has mastered this divine art, and with such abundant internal energy, to have such abilities is indeed fitting.”
As she spoke, the look in her eyes toward Fang Han carried threads of joy.
If this had been about herself, perhaps she would not have felt anything. But placed on Fang Han, her heart was full of happiness.
Besides, she knew Fang Han was fond of the martial path. Now that his skills had reached this height, Miss Cheng could not help but feel glad for him.
Fang Han reached out and embraced Cheng Lingsu’s slender shoulders, smiling: “That’s thanks to you, Lingsu. Without your help, how could I have cultivated this art?”
Thinking carefully, if Cheng Lingsu hadn’t devoted herself to aiding him—soothing his inner breath at every moment, preventing dangerous conflicts—then even if he had obtained the manual, he would have needed much longer to study and comprehend.
It would have been normal for him to take ten or twenty years without success.
How could it have been possible, within half a year, to master all thirty-six meridian charts of the Bei Ming Divine Skill and successfully cultivate its true qi method?
It was because during those six months, no matter how many mistakes he made in circulation, Miss Cheng would guide his energy back to the origin, balancing his inner breath. Only then did he have the chance to slowly correct errors, gradually familiarize himself, and finally succeed!
If it had been anyone else, how could they have enjoyed such circumstances?
Even with the manual, they could only gaze at it hopelessly, unable to do anything!
It required someone entirely ignorant of martial arts to bypass the enormous obstacle of “completely forgetting one’s prior learning”!
Of course, don’t think that someone who knows absolutely nothing about martial arts could instantly master the Bei Ming Divine Skill. That would be wishful thinking!
The Bei Ming Divine Skill was a supreme divine art of the Xiaoyao sect!
Within it were complex martial principles, meridian systems, Daoist subtleties, and countless intricate concepts. If someone wholly ignorant of these saw it, how could they understand its meaning, let alone cultivate successfully?
Fang Han thought to himself: without his first life simulation, those fifty years of experience, insight, and accumulated knowledge, even with Cheng Lingsu’s help, he likely could not have succeeded within six months!
As for Duan Yu’s situation…
People said he knew nothing of martial arts, but he was born in the Dali Zhen Nan Royal Palace, the heir apparent. Surrounded daily by martial influences, he had the foundation.
He just didn’t practice, that was all.
Otherwise, if he couldn’t even understand acupuncture points or meridians, how could he possibly practice the Bei Ming Divine Skill?
Only someone like him, caught between understanding and ignorance—knowing the basics but utterly lacking internal foundation—could somehow intuitively grasp one pair of the absorption and storage diagrams.
Otherwise, if he had even a shred of internal skill, no matter how shallow, it would have been impossible.
Fang Han marrying Cheng Lingsu as his wife truly meant he had married a most virtuous and supportive partner.
Nestled in Fang Han’s embrace, Cheng Lingsu leaned gently against him.
Fang Han caressed her, sighing: “It’s a pity my medical skills are far inferior to yours. I can hardly do as you did. Otherwise, you too could have learned this art.”
Cheng Lingsu smiled lightly: “To learn or not to learn, it doesn’t matter. I never craved such things.”
I only crave Brother Fang…
Facing her clear eyes filled with affection, how could Fang Han not know what she was thinking?
His heart moved with emotion, and he couldn’t help but cradle her jade-like face, gently lowering his head.
For a long moment…
Cheng Lingsu pushed him away lightly, panting fragrant breaths, scolding shyly: “Your internal skill has grown deeper and deeper, yet you always end up tiring me out, hmph~
”Looking at her charming expression of shyness and reproach, Fang Han thought to himself: Miss Cheng truly had no idea how enchanting she was at this moment.
Hard to resist…
A thought stirred in him, and his face turned solemn as he said seriously: “Lingsu, I’ve recently devised a method of qi transfer. It’s quite marvelous. I feel it’s very necessary to test it with you…”
Miss Cheng rolled her eyes. Brother Fang really is something… He thinks what he thinks, yet insists on saying such odd words.
Still, she softly closed her eyes.
Her jade-like head tilted slightly, a posture of complete surrender.
After another long moment…
Her face flushed scarlet, seemingly stifled, she muttered in shame: “Brother Fang, you liar~”
Fang Han shook his head slightly, sighing: “Still not quite proficient. We’ll have to practice more in the future.”
Miss Cheng spat playfully, breaking free from his embrace, and walked gracefully into the room.
Her clear, delicate voice drifted back: “Brother Fang, hurry inside.”
Fang Han was slightly stunned.
Well, well, Miss Cheng—so proactive today.
Though married for years, Cheng Lingsu was not entirely uninitiated in taking the lead. But usually only at night; in broad daylight, it was always Fang Han teasing her until she half-refused, half-accepted.
Thinking of this, Fang Han’s lips curled upward, and he instinctively stepped with Lingbo Micro Steps.
Upon entering the room, he saw Cheng Lingsu sitting properly by the tea table, pouring tea.
Fang Han stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
Cheng Lingsu thought it was just simple intimacy, but as it grew bolder, she couldn’t help but push him away, scolding: “Brother Fang, I have something to tell you. If you want that, wait until later…”
“In short, not now.”
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