Chapter 19: Xiao Nanfengs Foundations
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Chapter 19: Xiao Nanfeng's Foundations
"Junior Brother Nanfeng, this is your room, along with a set of disciples' robes and living supplies. As a formal disciple, you'll have a stipend of a thousand taels of gold a year for your resource needs." On Elder Ku's request, Yu'er unwillingly beckoned a few nominal disciples over to help set up a residence for Xiao Nanfeng.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Yu'er!" Xiao Nanfeng bowed.
However, Yu'er only sniffed. Upon realizing that Xiao Nanfeng had become Elder Ku's disciple, that he was living right beside Elder Ku's cottage, her mouth puffed up in anger. Her envy and jealousy seemed poised to overflow from her body.
"Elder Ku, if you can take him as an apprentice, why not me? How am I worse than he is?" Yu'er cried out.
Elder Ku, who was repairing the snapped string on his guqin by a nearby table of stone, shook his head. "I accepted Nanfeng as a student in name not because of his talent, but rather because he rectified an error I committed today."
"What error? I can fix it too!" Yu'er pursed her lips again.
Elder Ku shook his head. He didn't want to explain. Yu'er puffed up her mouth again, then glared at Xiao Nanfeng.
Xiao Nanfeng pretended not to see her. How am I to blame if Elder Ku doesn't want to take you as his disciple? Why are you getting mad at me?
"Nanfeng, what stage of cultivation are you at? How is your foundation?" Elder Ku asked calmly.
"Master, I'm at the sixth stage of Acquisition. I've never received formal training, and I only know one fist technique, "Marching Fist," Xiao Nanfeng replied.
"Sixth stage of Acquisition? You really are a novice, aren't you? And "Marching Fist"? Isn't that the most fundamental fist technique taught in the Empire's army? This is all you know?" Yu'er gasped in shock.
Elder Ku was willing to take such a novice as a disciple, but not me? Really?
"'Marching Fist', you say? Self-taught?" Elder Ku himself seemed rather surprised.
"Yes, Master. My estate employed a few retired soldiers, and I learned this technique from them. I know none other," Xiao Nanfeng replied wryly.
"Marching Fist" was the most basic of all fist techniques. It was all he knew because he had no other choice; the chief steward had forbidden it.
"Who among you knows the fist technique 'Marching Fist'? I'd like to get a sense of Nanfeng's fundamentals," Elder Ku called out toward the disciples reciting scriptures by the Cliff of Meditation.
Before anyone could speak, however, Yu'er jumped in. "Elder Ku, I know this technique! Let me help!"
"You?" Elder Ku frowned slightly.
"Don't worry, Elder, I won't hurt your disciple. I'll restrict myself to the sixth stage of Acquisition and help you test his fundamentals." Yu'er seemed very excited to participate.
Elder Ku frowned again, realizing that Yu'er might be ill-disposed toward his disciple.
"Master, may I be tested by a male senior? I'm unused to fighting against women," Xiao Nanfeng suddenly stated.
"What's this? Are you looking down on women?!" Yu'er glared, putting her hands on her hips as she made to berate him.
"No, certainly not. I simply don't wish to prompt any unnecessary physical contact, and would prefer that a male senior help test me." This composition is securely entrenched in n0v*lbin★
"Oho? Is that something you care about, then?" Yu'er sneered.
Elder Ku seemed to have made up his mind. "Yu'er, you can help."
"Come on! My word is gold. Beat me, and I'll give you three hundred taels!" Yu'er shouted at Xiao Nanfeng again.
"Master..." Xiao Nanfeng looked toward Elder Ku, wanting to extricate himself from this entire mess.
"Nanfeng, fight once more with Yu'er," Elder Ku replied calmly.
Xiao Nanfeng smiled wryly. "Yes, Master!"
"Lad, this time, I won't let you catch me off-guard again! Come!" Excitement flashed through Yu'er's eyes as Xiao Nanfeng turned serious once again.
"Let's begin." Yu'er glared and whizzed toward him.
Xiao Nanfeng and Yu'er exchanged blows once again. Both disciples were now at the same level of cultivation, and neither's strength could overwhelm the other's.
They launched Marching Fists together in a flurry, each striking the other once and again, clashing with elbows and legs, and stirring up dust all over.
By now, the disciples all around them had lost all interest in continuing with their scriptures. Rather, they watched the bout with growing interest and wide eyes.
"Did this lad really learn 'Marching Fist' all by himself? And he can even fight on equal footing with Senior Sister Yu'er? We all know how much combat experience she has—this is ridiculous!" one disciple murmured.
"I would believe that he's self-taught. Look, don't his punches seem a bit stiff to you? But they're incredibly accurate, almost as though they're examples straight from our manuals—and he seems to be getting more and more familiar with Marching Fist on the fly."
Indeed, despite his inexperience, Xiao Nanfeng's precise and decisive blows were shocking to the gathered disciples. As the fight dragged on, Xiao Nanfeng slowly took the upper hand, having had time to acclimate to using the technique in actual fights.
"This is impossible! He's improving as we speak!" someone shouted.
Yu'er grew more and more anxious. This time, she had paid her opponent her full attention from the get go, but why did she remain unable to take him down? This was impossible! She was certain she had far more combat experience than Nanfeng. How many fights to the death had she undergone? Meanwhile, it was clear that Nanfeng was a complete and utter novice. How could things be progressing in such a fashion?
"Marching Fist, a fist technique that prioritizes swift, decisive punches that strike hard and true. Senior Sister, as described in Martial Sage Wei's Treatise of the Fist, all things bear duality in yin and yang. Despite its outward appearance as a yang technique, the crux to Marching Fist is its supple and adaptive nature, which bolsters the speed and strength of the resulting punch. Your usage of Marching Fist has neglected its yin underside in favor of its yang appearance. You have exchanged infinite adaptability for a decisive, penetrating strike—and in doing so, diverted from the core of the technique entirely!" Xiao Nanfeng criticized.
"Martial Sage Wei's Treatise of the Fist? I, I seem to have memorized that scripture once, but I never realized that it could be applicable in this way until now. That Taoist scripture actually relates to a commonplace technique like Marching Fist?!" one disciple cried out.
Elder Ku's face was as impassive as ever, but he was internally amazed. Did his new disciple actually integrate the learnings from these Taoist scriptures into his techniques?
As Xiao Nanfeng grew ever closer to mastery of the Marching Fist, Yu'er became even more vexed. How could this be? She had far more combat experience than he, so how was he beating her?
Nanfeng's fist technique had been stiff and untested at the beginning, but he seemed able to land each and every strike. She knew her punches were stronger—so how did he stymie her with every blow? How could this be? And he's even lecturing me about fist techniques now? As if I need to learn anything about as basic a technique as Marching Fist! In a sudden flare of shame and anger, Yu'er couldn't hold back any longer.
"Five-Venom Penetrating Palm!" Yu'er found an opening in Xiao Nanfeng's defense and struck his chest, sending him flying.
Just as he was about to strike the ground, a palm appeared by his back and held him steady, dissipating much of the momentum from Yu'er's attack.
"Master?" Xiao Nanfeng looked at the elder who had saved him.
"Are you alright?" Elder Ku asked.
"Yes, Master. Thank you for the help."
He turned to Yu'er with a wry smile. "You have bested me, Senior Sister."
However, Yu'er wasn't happy at all. She hmphed as she stomped on the ground. She had broken her promise, after all! Not only had she used a technique other than Marching Fist, she had even borrowed from her true strength!
Had she won? No—it was utter defeat.
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Chapter 19: Xiao Nanfeng's Foundations
"Junior Brother Nanfeng, this is your room, along with a set of disciples' robes and living supplies. As a formal disciple, you'll have a stipend of a thousand taels of gold a year for your resource needs." On Elder Ku's request, Yu'er unwillingly beckoned a few nominal disciples over to help set up a residence for Xiao Nanfeng.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Yu'er!" Xiao Nanfeng bowed.
However, Yu'er only sniffed. Upon realizing that Xiao Nanfeng had become Elder Ku's disciple, that he was living right beside Elder Ku's cottage, her mouth puffed up in anger. Her envy and jealousy seemed poised to overflow from her body.
"Elder Ku, if you can take him as an apprentice, why not me? How am I worse than he is?" Yu'er cried out.
Elder Ku, who was repairing the snapped string on his guqin by a nearby table of stone, shook his head. "I accepted Nanfeng as a student in name not because of his talent, but rather because he rectified an error I committed today."
"What error? I can fix it too!" Yu'er pursed her lips again.
Elder Ku shook his head. He didn't want to explain. Yu'er puffed up her mouth again, then glared at Xiao Nanfeng.
Xiao Nanfeng pretended not to see her. How am I to blame if Elder Ku doesn't want to take you as his disciple? Why are you getting mad at me?
"Nanfeng, what stage of cultivation are you at? How is your foundation?" Elder Ku asked calmly.
"Master, I'm at the sixth stage of Acquisition. I've never received formal training, and I only know one fist technique, "Marching Fist," Xiao Nanfeng replied.
"Sixth stage of Acquisition? You really are a novice, aren't you? And "Marching Fist"? Isn't that the most fundamental fist technique taught in the Empire's army? This is all you know?" Yu'er gasped in shock.
Elder Ku was willing to take such a novice as a disciple, but not me? Really?
"'Marching Fist', you say? Self-taught?" Elder Ku himself seemed rather surprised.
"Yes, Master. My estate employed a few retired soldiers, and I learned this technique from them. I know none other," Xiao Nanfeng replied wryly.
"Marching Fist" was the most basic of all fist techniques. It was all he knew because he had no other choice; the chief steward had forbidden it.
"Who among you knows the fist technique 'Marching Fist'? I'd like to get a sense of Nanfeng's fundamentals," Elder Ku called out toward the disciples reciting scriptures by the Cliff of Meditation.
Before anyone could speak, however, Yu'er jumped in. "Elder Ku, I know this technique! Let me help!"
"You?" Elder Ku frowned slightly.
"Don't worry, Elder, I won't hurt your disciple. I'll restrict myself to the sixth stage of Acquisition and help you test his fundamentals." Yu'er seemed very excited to participate.
Elder Ku frowned again, realizing that Yu'er might be ill-disposed toward his disciple.
"Master, may I be tested by a male senior? I'm unused to fighting against women," Xiao Nanfeng suddenly stated.
"What's this? Are you looking down on women?!" Yu'er glared, putting her hands on her hips as she made to berate him.
"No, certainly not. I simply don't wish to prompt any unnecessary physical contact, and would prefer that a male senior help test me." This composition is securely entrenched in n0v*lbin★
"Oho? Is that something you care about, then?" Yu'er sneered.
Elder Ku seemed to have made up his mind. "Yu'er, you can help."
"Come on! My word is gold. Beat me, and I'll give you three hundred taels!" Yu'er shouted at Xiao Nanfeng again.
"Master..." Xiao Nanfeng looked toward Elder Ku, wanting to extricate himself from this entire mess.
"Nanfeng, fight once more with Yu'er," Elder Ku replied calmly.
Xiao Nanfeng smiled wryly. "Yes, Master!"
"Lad, this time, I won't let you catch me off-guard again! Come!" Excitement flashed through Yu'er's eyes as Xiao Nanfeng turned serious once again.
"Let's begin." Yu'er glared and whizzed toward him.
Xiao Nanfeng and Yu'er exchanged blows once again. Both disciples were now at the same level of cultivation, and neither's strength could overwhelm the other's.
They launched Marching Fists together in a flurry, each striking the other once and again, clashing with elbows and legs, and stirring up dust all over.
By now, the disciples all around them had lost all interest in continuing with their scriptures. Rather, they watched the bout with growing interest and wide eyes.
"Did this lad really learn 'Marching Fist' all by himself? And he can even fight on equal footing with Senior Sister Yu'er? We all know how much combat experience she has—this is ridiculous!" one disciple murmured.
"I would believe that he's self-taught. Look, don't his punches seem a bit stiff to you? But they're incredibly accurate, almost as though they're examples straight from our manuals—and he seems to be getting more and more familiar with Marching Fist on the fly."
Indeed, despite his inexperience, Xiao Nanfeng's precise and decisive blows were shocking to the gathered disciples. As the fight dragged on, Xiao Nanfeng slowly took the upper hand, having had time to acclimate to using the technique in actual fights.
"This is impossible! He's improving as we speak!" someone shouted.
Yu'er grew more and more anxious. This time, she had paid her opponent her full attention from the get go, but why did she remain unable to take him down? This was impossible! She was certain she had far more combat experience than Nanfeng. How many fights to the death had she undergone? Meanwhile, it was clear that Nanfeng was a complete and utter novice. How could things be progressing in such a fashion?
"Marching Fist, a fist technique that prioritizes swift, decisive punches that strike hard and true. Senior Sister, as described in Martial Sage Wei's Treatise of the Fist, all things bear duality in yin and yang. Despite its outward appearance as a yang technique, the crux to Marching Fist is its supple and adaptive nature, which bolsters the speed and strength of the resulting punch. Your usage of Marching Fist has neglected its yin underside in favor of its yang appearance. You have exchanged infinite adaptability for a decisive, penetrating strike—and in doing so, diverted from the core of the technique entirely!" Xiao Nanfeng criticized.
"Martial Sage Wei's Treatise of the Fist? I, I seem to have memorized that scripture once, but I never realized that it could be applicable in this way until now. That Taoist scripture actually relates to a commonplace technique like Marching Fist?!" one disciple cried out.
Elder Ku's face was as impassive as ever, but he was internally amazed. Did his new disciple actually integrate the learnings from these Taoist scriptures into his techniques?
As Xiao Nanfeng grew ever closer to mastery of the Marching Fist, Yu'er became even more vexed. How could this be? She had far more combat experience than he, so how was he beating her?
Nanfeng's fist technique had been stiff and untested at the beginning, but he seemed able to land each and every strike. She knew her punches were stronger—so how did he stymie her with every blow? How could this be? And he's even lecturing me about fist techniques now? As if I need to learn anything about as basic a technique as Marching Fist! In a sudden flare of shame and anger, Yu'er couldn't hold back any longer.
"Five-Venom Penetrating Palm!" Yu'er found an opening in Xiao Nanfeng's defense and struck his chest, sending him flying.
Just as he was about to strike the ground, a palm appeared by his back and held him steady, dissipating much of the momentum from Yu'er's attack.
"Master?" Xiao Nanfeng looked at the elder who had saved him.
"Are you alright?" Elder Ku asked.
"Yes, Master. Thank you for the help."
He turned to Yu'er with a wry smile. "You have bested me, Senior Sister."
However, Yu'er wasn't happy at all. She hmphed as she stomped on the ground. She had broken her promise, after all! Not only had she used a technique other than Marching Fist, she had even borrowed from her true strength!
Had she won? No—it was utter defeat.
Chapter 19: Xiao Nanfeng's Foundations "Junior Brother Nanfeng, this is your room, along with a set of disciples' robes and living supplies. As a formal disciple, you'll have a stipend of a thousand taels of gold a year for your resource needs." On Elder Ku's request, Yu'er unwillingly beckoned a few nominal disciples over to help set up a residence for Xiao Nanfeng. "Thank you, Senior Sister Yu'er!" Xiao Nanfeng bowed. However, Yu'er only sniffed. Upon realizing that Xiao Nanfeng had become Elder Ku's disciple, that he was living right beside Elder Ku's cottage, her mouth puffed up in anger. Her envy and jealousy seemed poised to overflow from her body. "Elder Ku, if you can take him as an apprentice, why not me? How am I worse than he is?" Yu'er cried out. Elder Ku, who was repairing the snapped string on his guqin by a nearby table of stone, shook his head. "I accepted Nanfeng as a student in name not because of his talent, but rather because he rectified an error I committed today." "What error? I can fix it too!" Yu'er pursed her lips again. Elder Ku shook his head. He didn't want to explain. Yu'er puffed up her mouth again, then glared at Xiao Nanfeng. Xiao Nanfeng pretended not to see her. How am I to blame if Elder Ku doesn't want to take you as his disciple? Why are you getting mad at me? "Nanfeng, what stage of cultivation are you at? How is your foundation?" Elder Ku asked calmly. "Master, I'm at the sixth stage of Acquisition. I've never received formal training, and I only know one fist technique, "Marching Fist," Xiao Nanfeng replied. "Sixth stage of Acquisition? You really are a novice, aren't you? And "Marching Fist"? Isn't that the most fundamental fist technique taught in the Empire's army? This is all you know?" Yu'er gasped in shock. Elder Ku was willing to take such a novice as a disciple, but not me? Really? "'Marching Fist', you say? Self-taught?" Elder Ku himself seemed rather surprised. "Yes, Master. My estate employed a few retired soldiers, and I learned this technique from them. I know none other," Xiao Nanfeng replied wryly. "Marching Fist" was the most basic of all fist techniques. It was all he knew because he had no other choice; the chief steward had forbidden it. "Who among you knows the fist technique 'Marching Fist'? I'd like to get a sense of Nanfeng's fundamentals," Elder Ku called out toward the disciples reciting scriptures by the Cliff of Meditation. Before anyone could speak, however, Yu'er jumped in. "Elder Ku, I know this technique! Let me help!" "You?" Elder Ku frowned slightly. "Don't worry, Elder, I won't hurt your disciple. I'll restrict myself to the sixth stage of Acquisition and help you test his fundamentals." Yu'er seemed very excited to participate. Elder Ku frowned again, realizing that Yu'er might be ill-disposed toward his disciple. "Master, may I be tested by a male senior? I'm unused to fighting against women," Xiao Nanfeng suddenly stated. "What's this? Are you looking down on women?!" Yu'er glared, putting her hands on her hips as she made to berate him. "No, certainly not. I simply don't wish to prompt any unnecessary physical contact, and would prefer that a male senior help test me." This composition is securely entrenched in n0v*lbin"Oho? Is that something you care about, then?" Yu'er sneered. Elder Ku seemed to have made up his mind. "Yu'er, you can help." "Come on! My word is gold. Beat me, and I'll give you three hundred taels!" Yu'er shouted at Xiao Nanfeng again. "Master..." Xiao Nanfeng looked toward Elder Ku, wanting to extricate himself from this entire mess. "Nanfeng, fight once more with Yu'er," Elder Ku replied calmly. Xiao Nanfeng smiled wryly. "Yes, Master!" "Lad, this time, I won't let you catch me off-guard again! Come!" Excitement flashed through Yu'er's eyes as Xiao Nanfeng turned serious once again. "Let's begin." Yu'er glared and whizzed toward him. Xiao Nanfeng and Yu'er exchanged blows once again. Both disciples were now at the same level of cultivation, and neither's strength could overwhelm the other's. They launched Marching Fists together in a flurry, each striking the other once and again, clashing with elbows and legs, and stirring up dust all over. By now, the disciples all around them had lost all interest in continuing with their scriptures. Rather, they watched the bout with growing interest and wide eyes. "Did this lad really learn 'Marching Fist' all by himself? And he can even fight on equal footing with Senior Sister Yu'er? We all know how much combat experience she hasthis is ridiculous!" one disciple murmured. "I would believe that he's self-taught. Look, don't his punches seem a bit stiff to you? But they're incredibly accurate, almost as though they're examples straight from our manualsand he seems to be getting more and more familiar with Marching Fist on the fly." Indeed, despite his inexperience, Xiao Nanfeng's precise and decisive blows were shocking to the gathered disciples. As the fight dragged on, Xiao Nanfeng slowly took the upper hand, having had time to acclimate to using the technique in actual fights. "This is impossible! He's improving as we speak!" someone shouted. Yu'er grew more and more anxious. This time, she had paid her opponent her full attention from the get go, but why did she remain unable to take him down? This was impossible! She was certain she had far more combat experience than Nanfeng. How many fights to the death had she undergone? Meanwhile, it was clear that Nanfeng was a complete and utter novice. How could things be progressing in such a fashion? "Marching Fist, a fist technique that prioritizes swift, decisive punches that strike hard and true. Senior Sister, as described in Martial Sage Wei's Treatise of the Fist, all things bear duality in yin and yang. Despite its outward appearance as a yang technique, the crux to Marching Fist is its supple and adaptive nature, which bolsters the speed and strength of the resulting punch. Your usage of Marching Fist has neglected its yin underside in favor of its yang appearance. You have exchanged infinite adaptability for a decisive, penetrating strikeand in doing so, diverted from the core of the technique entirely!" Xiao Nanfeng criticized. "Martial Sage Wei's Treatise of the Fist? I, I seem to have memorized that scripture once, but I never realized that it could be applicable in this way until now. That Taoist scripture actually relates to a commonplace technique like Marching Fist?!" one disciple cried out. Elder Ku's face was as impassive as ever, but he was internally amazed. Did his new disciple actually integrate the learnings from these Taoist scriptures into his techniques? As Xiao Nanfeng grew ever closer to mastery of the Marching Fist, Yu'er became even more vexed. How could this be? She had far more combat experience than he, so how was he beating her? Nanfeng's fist technique had been stiff and untested at the beginning, but he seemed able to land each and every strike. She knew her punches were strongerso how did he stymie her with every blow? How could this be? And he's even lecturing me about fist techniques now? As if I need to learn anything about as basic a technique as Marching Fist! In a sudden flare of shame and anger, Yu'er couldn't hold back any longer. "Five-Venom Penetrating Palm!" Yu'er found an opening in Xiao Nanfeng's defense and struck his chest, sending him flying. Just as he was about to strike the ground, a palm appeared by his back and held him steady, dissipating much of the momentum from Yu'er's attack. "Master?" Xiao Nanfeng looked at the elder who had saved him. "Are you alright?" Elder Ku asked. "Yes, Master. Thank you for the help." He turned to Yu'er with a wry smile. "You have bested me, Senior Sister." However, Yu'er wasn't happy at all. She hmphed as she stomped on the ground. She had broken her promise, after all! Not only had she used a technique other than Marching Fist, she had even borrowed from her true strength! Had she won? Noit was utter defeat.
