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Chapter 13 The Little Junior Brother of the Free and Unfettered Sect

At first, Russell was puzzled by the TV series' tendency to pass on eighty years of martial arts skills to others so easily, finding it too frivolous. It wasn't until he embarked on the path of martial arts himself that he came to understand the mystery behind it.

The essence of martial arts training is to guide internal energy through unique techniques and pathways, much like digging river channels and expanding ditches, continuously widening the meridians and acupoints within the body, forming a highly efficient and compatible energy pathway system.

As internal energy accumulates and becomes more refined, this pathway system will gradually stabilize and solidify, eventually forming a unique internal energy body.

The skill body and internal strength can be seen as a bucket and the water stored in the bucket.

In novels, the so-called "transmission of skills" by masters is simply the transmitter stuffing a bucket of water into the recipient's body all at once.

Once the internal energy is dissipated, the martial arts are naturally rendered useless, and the Northern Darkness Divine Art absorbs the opponent's internal energy.

As for Russell, who has been injecting his internal energy into Mu Wanqing's body these past few days, he is consuming the water in the bucket. Since the bucket is there, it is not difficult to refill it.

Before long, evening arrived, the sun set behind the western mountains, and weary birds returned to their nests.

Russell slowly finished his meditation, concluding the day's training. From a dozen meters away, he could hear Duan Yu and Monk Jingxin discussing Buddhist teachings outside the courtyard.

Inside the room, Mu Wanqing, who was sitting on the headboard, had obviously heard the noise. She frowned slightly, her face showing undisguised disgust: "How old are you? You were just fooled by a few words from that big monk, and you're already as excited as if you've found a treasure. You're really noisy."

"Watch your words. That's no ordinary monk. That's the monk who saved your life," Russell corrected.

"Hmph," Mu Wanqing turned her head away, stubbornly saying, "I didn't beg him to save me."

"You have the potential to be a fairy princess just by saying that," Russell commented. With this shameless attitude of repaying kindness with ingratitude, if Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book) were to adopt this behavior in later generations, she would definitely be a leader-level cadre.

"Really?" Mu Wanqing rarely heard Russell praise her, and couldn't help but raise her chin proudly: "You have good taste."

"..."

Russell sighed speechlessly. How could this woman's brain work like this? How could she not understand good and bad talk? She only listens to what she wants to hear, right?

While they were chatting, Duan Yu and Jing Xin had already arrived outside the room.

Jingxin knocked on the door and said, "Benefactor Luo, this humble monk has come to take Ayan home."

Russell got up and opened the door, letting Duan Yu and Jingxin in. Jingxin was holding a set of light purple women's clothing. "What's this?"

Jingxin replied, "This was given to the young lady inside by Ayan's mother. She heard that Benefactor Luo's friend was recuperating here, so she specially found a new set of clothes that she had never worn before and asked me to deliver it to her as a token of her appreciation. She said that life in the mountains is simple and she hopes that the young lady will not find it offensive."

Russell thanked Mu Wanqing on her behalf, then had Jingxin take Ayan away. Duan Yu followed him into the side room, and upon seeing Mu Wanqing, whose complexion had improved considerably, he immediately stepped forward and cheerfully bowed, saying, "This humble one is Duan Yu, greetings to the young lady."

simp...

Russell was speechless. Duan Yu was usually a normal person, but once he encountered a woman, he became like a madman. He hadn't learned any of his father's charm and was just a sexually repressed little devil.

Mu Wanqing glanced at Duan Yu and said to Russell with disdain, "Where did you get to know this slick-haired pretty boy?"

"Uh, I'm not a pretty boy, I just have fair skin. You might want to take a closer look." Duan Yu's smile froze as he tried to defend himself, straightening his back to make himself look taller. Unfortunately, his scholarly air and slightly thin frame were hardly convincing.

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing looked at Duan Yu seriously again, and then nodded solemnly: "I was wrong, you are not a pretty boy."

"Right?" Duan Yu proudly opened his folding fan and fanned himself, but before he could be smug for even a few seconds, he heard Mu Wanqing say with certainty, "You're a sissy."

One sentence made Duan Yu freeze instantly, and Russell, who was next to him, quickly picked up the cold tea next to him and took a sip, forcibly suppressing the smile that was rising in his throat, but his shoulders couldn't help but shrug slightly.

A game-winning shot!

Even after Russell and Duan Yu returned to their room late at night, Duan Yu still couldn't shake off the shadow of being called effeminate. He lay stiffly on the bed, staring blankly at the simple beams above his head, two silent tears slowly sliding down his cheeks.

……

The next morning, before dawn, the eastern sky was just beginning to lighten.

Russell had already begun his breathing exercises in the courtyard.

In Taoist cultivation philosophy, at the moment of sunrise and the transition between Yin and Yang, a wisp of pure purple energy will emerge between heaven and earth, which is a great tonic for cultivation. Therefore, whether it is the Free and Unfettered School or other branches of Taoism, they all attach great importance to the time of dawn.

As he circulated his energy, the pores on his body seemed to open slightly, and wisps of white mist flowed between his mouth and nose, blending with the crisp morning fog around him.

Before long, a red sun rose over the distant mountains, its golden rays spreading far and wide. Russell slowly finished his practice, calmly opened his eyes, and looked to his side, where Kumārajīva was quietly sipping tea.

He had already sensed Kumārajīva's arrival, but he ignored it. Just as he had expected, Kumārajīva did not disturb him.

"What brings the King of Light here?" Russell asked.

"Amitabha." Kumārajīva put down his teacup, a warm smile on his face. "This humble monk originally came to visit Miss Mu to see how her injuries were recovering. On my way here, I happened to see Benefactor Luo practicing breathing exercises. I was amazed by the extraordinary phenomenon of Benefactor Luo's cultivation and was captivated. Therefore, I stopped to watch. I hope you will not take offense."

Kumārajīva's gaze was intense as he invited Russell to sit down, then asked, "May I ask which master you studied under, sir, to possess such unparalleled skills?"

"Has Your Majesty ever heard of the Free and Unfettered School?" Russell asked in return.

"The Free and Unfettered Sect?" Kumārajīva frowned. This touched on his blind spot. At this time, he had not yet been to Mantuo Manor, nor had he learned the Lesser Formless Skill, so he naturally knew nothing about the Free and Unfettered Sect.

"My master is none other than Xiaoyaozi, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. He has been living in seclusion for a long time, so it is quite normal that Your Majesty has never heard of him," Russell said with a light laugh.

The junior disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect was actually an alias that Russell had created for himself. In any case, since Xiaoyaozi had been missing for a long time and there was no way to verify his identity, he was a perfect scapegoat.

"Although I have never heard of the esteemed Elder Xiaoyaozi, since he was able to teach such a heroic young man as Benefactor Luo, his martial arts cultivation must have reached a level of perfection." Kumārajīva exclaimed, "The Central Plains is indeed a land of outstanding people and abundant resources, far surpassing the land of Tibet."