Chapter Nine: A Matter of Integrity [Bookmark, Recommend, and Vote]
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Whenever Sun Yuan recalled this matter, he heaved a long sigh.
In the past, every time he saw some seasoned masters sighing and complaining about how “their disciples are too talented, making being a master meaningless,” if Sun Yuan weren’t outmatched, he would have definitely charged up to beat those show-offs to death!
How shameless could they be?
Just because they got lucky and took in a prodigy disciple, they act like they’ve lost all direction? Showing off every day, and yet still have the nerve to sigh.
Why not just die?
But now, he truly understood their feelings.
Because… Fang Che’s level of genius surpassed, or at least matched, those prodigies the old masters boasted about!
All his lifelong skills—blade techniques, swordplay, boxing, footwork…
Once Sun Yuan demonstrated any move, Fang Che could immediately replicate it.
After practicing three times, even by Sun Yuan’s decades-long seasoned standards, there wasn’t a single flaw to point out.
He even vaguely felt that his disciple’s comprehension was more precise than his own…
Who could he even turn to for justice?
The coordination among complex heart methods, footwork, and blade techniques could be mastered with just three or five practice sessions.
He didn’t even need Sun Yuan’s correction; after one round, Fang Che would pause to think, and the next time he performed, all previous minor errors were corrected.
Sun Yuan felt like his role as a master was merely ornamental.
Completely useless.
Other masters could at least scold their disciples harshly and point out their flaws.
But he couldn’t even spot any shortcomings, and sometimes even thought about learning from his disciple—where was the dignity of being a master?
Four days after taking Fang Che as his disciple: on the first afternoon, he taught the heart method, and by evening Fang Che had already cultivated the primordial spirit energy according to it!
Moreover, he formed a vortex of energy in his dantian.
In the evening, when teaching sword techniques, Fang Che practiced four famous sword forms once each.
Before midnight, he was already brandishing the sword with fierce skill.
Even the footwork and body movements paired with each sword form were flawless.
Sun Yuan’s earlier statement, “I am renowned in the martial world for this sword technique and have earned the title of Sword King; now I pass it to you—do not take it lightly,” had become a complete joke.
By the third day, Sun Yuan’s lifetime skills were thoroughly exhausted by Fang Che.
Except for strength, which still needed work, everything else—proficiency and correctness—was impeccable, without a single flaw.
But strength and battle experience weren’t about skill alone.
They required years of grinding and diligent practice.
This time, Sun Yuan returned secretly to the sect’s elders’ sanctuary.
This was the secret heart of the Yi Xin Cult.
All elders here concealed their true identities outside.
Sun Yuan was one of the third-level elders.
Upon entering, he went to apologize to several senior elders.
“I was wrong before. I misunderstood you all, and I come today to apologize sincerely.”
The elders were puzzled.
Had he lost his mind? Why suddenly apologize? Had he offended them?
“What misunderstanding?”
“I previously did not understand the situation, but today I learned that true prodigies do exist in this world.”
Sun Yuan said, “I heard you elders complain about disciples being too talented, which was hard to bear, and I had some grievances. But recently, after accepting my own disciple, I realized your words were heartfelt.”
“???”
“Ah, it’s truly difficult. Everything I have learned in my life was emptied in three days. His energy cultivation reached vortex formation in a day, and his martial arts moves in one hour were even more precise than mine.”
Sun Yuan sighed wistfully, “As a master, I feel no sense of achievement. Sometimes, I even feel I should learn from my disciple… Now I understand the deep sorrow you elders felt.”
He shook his head repeatedly, standing with hands behind his back, face full of melancholy, speechless and lonely.
The three first-level elders exchanged glances.
Suddenly, a surge of anger flared up.
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So this kid was just here to show off!
Our so-called prodigy disciples usually took five or six days to perfect a move and half a month to grasp a method, which already felt unprecedented.
But now, here comes someone mastering it in one hour.
The three old men forced smiles that didn’t reach their eyes.
“Is that so? If you feel so unfulfilled and troubled, why not let me be your disciple instead?”
Sun Yuan was stunned, forcing a laugh.
“No, no need to trouble you all—”
“No trouble! We’re happy to suffer for you.”
“No, no, thank you—”
“...Hit him!”
Sun Yuan fled.
He ran away in panic.
Those old men were merciless, and Sun Yuan’s strength was comparatively weak.
He ended up with black eyes and several large bumps on his head.
His worst injury was to his mouth.
It had turned completely swollen and pig-like.
This was their way of teaching him: remember, this is a mouth—don’t show off.
Showing off will get you beaten.
As a result, when he went to the mission hall to apply for tasks, he was watched by onlookers.
“Tsk, did the enemy of his entire family come looking for him?”
“Maybe he was caught red-handed stealing someone’s wife.”
“…”
Sun Yuan entered the inner hall with a dark expression to find the sect leader.
“Leader, about that mission…”
“No problem with the mission,” the leader said with a strange expression. “No problem with the contribution points either. But… your showing off is a bit much, isn’t it?”
Sun Yuan: “I…”
The leader sighed. “Elder Sun, completing missions and recruiting fresh talent is good. But according to sect rules, elite disciples who pass the Five Spirit Gu test must be taken back for unified training before choosing their master. You secretly took a disciple and even claimed rewards for your disciple using sect resources. This doesn’t seem proper.”
“Besides,I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.