After a few minutes of relaxation, allowing the remarkable benefits of the spiritual food to settle throughout their bodies, Elder Huang finally circled back to the main topic that had initially excited her.
"You really reached the perfect stage? And in two techniques no less?" she asked with undisguised amazement as Xiang Yu demonstrated both his perfected knife and sword techniques.
Even Elder Guo watched from the side with surprise etched across his weathered face. Though he had long recognized Xiang Yu’s genius-level comprehension, he couldn’t help being impressed each time he witnessed it in action. The flawless execution, the economy of movement, the perfect balance—truly, his disciple had achieved something remarkable.
Elder Huang leaned forward eagerly. "So, did you want to choose another technique to practice?" Her enthusiasm was palpable. She had finally found a worthy test subject for her theories. If Xiang Yu could master techniques at such an astonishing rate, her experiment to unlock that special physique might actually succeed. Given a few years at this pace, he would definitely break through that legendary barrier.
But Xiang Yu’s response caught her off guard.
"Actually, I wanted to pick more than one," he said, scratching his cheek with feigned casualness.
Elder Huang blinked in surprise. Had success gone to the boy’s head? How could he possibly practice multiple techniques simultaneously? As his martial aunt, she needed to guide him back to the correct path. If he strayed now, he might never unlock the physique she sought.
"Martial nephew," she began carefully, "although I acknowledge your talent is extraordinary, you simply cannot practice many techniques at the same time. They will interfere with your progress." Her tone carried the weight of centuries of established cultivation wisdom.
Xiang Yu had anticipated this response. Time to deploy his first trump card.
"Martial Aunt," he explained with calculated humility, "I’ve actually realized that I practice techniques more easily when I’m working on several simultaneously, just like I did with the knife and sword techniques."
Elder Huang’s eyebrows rose in genuine surprise. Was such a thing even possible? Throughout cultivation history, focus had always been prized above breadth. Still, skepticism lingered in her expression.
Seeing her doubtful look, Xiang Yu smoothly employed his second trump card.
"How about this," he proposed, "I’ll practice them for a month, and if I can’t perfect all of them, I’ll give up and study just one at a time."
Elder Huang fell into contemplative silence. Xiang Yu seemed like an honest, straightforward disciple—perhaps he had simply been misled by some unconventional cultivation theory. In the grand scheme of her plans, a single month wasn’t significant. Besides, after the extraordinary feast he had prepared, refusing his request seemed ungracious.
She considered that teenagers naturally rebelled against restrictions. Being too rigid might have the opposite effect, making cultivation feel like a chore rather than an opportunity. He would likely grow out of this experimental phase on his own once he faced its inevitable limitations.
"Okay," she relented with a smile, "which techniques do you want?"
"I want all the weapon techniques you have."
Elder Huang nearly toppled from her chair. She had expected him to request perhaps two additional techniques, but ALL weapon techniques? Had the boy lost his mind?
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