Kapitel 3: Chapter 3: The Immortal Pats My Head
With a radiant smile, Lu Fan's eyes made Ning Zhao's face flush slightly, and her chest involuntarily rose and fell...
It felt just like love.
"Xiao Ni, close the door and guard it," Lu Fan commanded.
Lu Fan took a deep breath and instructed Ni Yu to close the door of the room.
Ni Yu responded with a "yes" and hurried to the doorway, closing the door, sliding the bolt, and turning her back, her petite figure pressing against the door panel.
Ning Zhao and another maid's faces changed slightly. Lu Fan asking Ni Yu to close the door was an unusual move, leaving them puzzled.
Lu Fan's gaze returned to Ning Zhao, his expression gradually becoming serious.
"Ning Jie, can I trust you all?"
Lu Fan slowly spoke, his tone very serious.
Ning Zhao's face changed slightly, not understanding why the young master suddenly asked this question. She quickly put down the rolled-up rice paper and said, "Master has entrusted his daily life and safety to us, Ning Zhao, Yi Yue, and Ni Yu. We live and die for the young master!"
Ni Yu, who was leaning against the door bolt, blushed and nodded earnestly.
Yi Yue, the fox-faced maid with a whip at her waist, also nodded in agreement.
Lu Fan was startled by Ning Zhao's serious attitude. He had not expected this question to evoke such a strong reaction from her.
He smiled and eased the atmosphere.
He remembered that all three maids' lives were saved by Lu Changkong, so there was no need to doubt their loyalty.
"Don't be so serious, I just have some confidential information to share with you."
Lu Fan said.
After speaking, he exhaled, prepared his emotions, got up from the wheelchair slowly, and stood upright.
Ni Yu had already witnessed Lu Fan's wind-stirring toes, so she knew that Lu Fan's legs had recovered and remained calm.
Ning Zhao and Yi Yue, on the other hand, were as shocked as Lu Changkong! No, they were even more surprised because they had been taking care of Lu Fan's daily life, yet they had no idea that his legs had recovered.
Lu Fan stood up straight, his legs momentarily weak, and he sat back in the wheelchair.
He didn't walk around in the room but took off his exquisite boots and removed his socks, revealing his soles.
The five toes swayed.
A standard otaku-style smile still hung on his face.
Ni Yu blushed again. Oh no, the young master's strange tastes again!
"Young Master... Your legs, are they healed?"
Ning Zhao's chest rose and fell, she tied up her fallen bun, and her eyes seemed to shimmer.
She genuinely felt happy for Lu Fan.
The issue of his leg ailment had troubled Lu Fan for a long time, almost becoming his inner demon.
Many nights, Ning Zhao could hear Lu Fan sobbing into his pillow inside the room.
"The information needs to be kept confidential. Besides my father, you three are the only ones who know about it."
Lu Fan laughed, while putting on his shoes and socks again.
"Ning Jie, do you... know martial arts?"
Lu Fan's gaze fell upon Ning Zhao, asking another question. Since Lu Changkong was relaxed enough to let Ning Zhao protect his safety, it was evident that Ning Zhao knew martial arts.
"Martial arts?"
Ning Zhao hadn't expected Lu Fan to ask this, but she still nodded. She did know martial arts, and she wasn't weak either.
"Young Master wants to learn martial arts?" Ning Zhao asked in response. After all, it wasn't surprising that Lu Fan, whose leg ailment had healed, would develop an interest in martial arts.
Unfortunately, Lu Fan had missed the best age to learn martial arts and would find it difficult to achieve greatness.
"How are martial arts levels classified?"
Lu Fan didn't answer but continued to inquire.
"The classification of martial arts in the Great Zhou Dynasty is quite simple. Those who are not proficient in martial arts do not count. There are only three levels: second-rate, first-rate, and grandmaster."
Ning Zhao's red lips parted slightly as she spoke.
Lu Fan listened attentively.
He knew that Wuhuang Continent was a low martial world, but each low martial world also had its own system.
"From a young age, martial artists practice martial arts, with a distinction between external and internal cultivation. External cultivation strengthens the muscles and bones, resulting in a tall and sturdy physique. Most formidable warriors on the battlefield practice external cultivation."
"On the other hand, internal cultivation involves cultivating the technique of moving blood, enhancing the organs, and maintaining strong vital energy and blood circulation."
"Externally and internally cultivated martial arts are essentially equal, with their own strengths and weaknesses, and both can produce grandmasters."
Ningzhao paused for a moment and saw Land Fan listening attentively, so she continued, "Second-rate martial artists can take on five opponents, first-rate martial artists can take on ten, and grandmasters...can easily take on a hundred."
Yue and Ni Yu also listened intently.
Land Fan nodded repeatedly. Although he did not possess spiritual energy, the fact that there was a martial world even without spiritual energy meant that it had its own cultivation system.
"Ningjie, what is your level of strength?" Land Fan curiously asked.
Ningzhao was stunned for a moment, then smiled mischievously and a trace of arrogance appeared on her face.
"I am not talented, but under the strict guidance of my lord, I have now reached the level of a first-rate martial artist."
She spoke modestly, but her tone showed no trace of modesty.
She was proud, and she had the capital to be proud.
Maid Yue pursed her lips.
Ni Yu exclaimed, "Ningzhao is actually a first-rate martial artist, amazing!"
Land Fan couldn't help but be amazed. Ningzhao was only twenty-four or twenty-five years old and already had the strength of a first-rate martial artist. It was a waste for her to be a maid.
However, this also reflected Land Changkong's concern for Land Fan. He actually sent a first-rate martial artist to protect his safety.
"Young master, I am not talented. I only have the strength of a second-rate martial artist," Yue, the foxy-faced maid, spoke up with a bit of stubbornness.
As for Ni Yu, who only knew how to call people smoothly...
Well, compared to Ningzhao and Yue, this girl was purely here as a mascot.
Land Fan sat in his wheelchair and applauded.
"Very good."
He was very satisfied. It just so happened that he wanted to test the ability of spiritual energy infusion.
Land Fan looked at Ningzhao and thought for a moment before asking, "Ningzhao, since you are a first-rate martial artist, have you ever heard of 'spiritual energy'?"
Spiritual energy?
Ningzhao was stunned and looked at Land Fan strangely.
"Young master, we martial artists emphasize practical training. Whether it is external cultivation or internal cultivation, sweat, diligence, talent... are all indispensable to achieve success."
"The concept of spiritual energy is extremely ethereal and only exists in ancient mythical legends."
"We martial artists do not believe in it."
Ningzhao smiled and shook her head.
The concept of spiritual energy was just a joke.
"Oh? You don't believe?" Land Fan raised an eyebrow. He turned to Yue, "Do you believe, Yue?"
Yue smiled and shook her head, "Young master is joking."
Undoubtedly, she didn't believe it either. Land Fan smirked, playing along.
He turned his head and looked at Ni Yu, who was standing behind him with her back against the door bolt, "What about you, Ni Yu? Do you believe in spiritual energy?"
Ni Yu's eyes lit up, her rosy face like a red apple.
"If the young master says it exists, then it exists!"
Ni Yu said seriously.
Land Fan couldn't help but chuckle. This girl had a high level of political awareness...she knew how to act cute and follow the trend without being taught.
Ningzhao and Yue were speechless.
Suddenly, Land Fan's smile disappeared from his face.
"Aren't you curious about how I cured my leg ailment?" Land Fan looked at the three of them.
Ningzhao, Yue, and Ni Yu all showed curiosity on their faces.
A leg ailment that had troubled him for over ten years suddenly improved without reason. It was indeed mysterious and unusual.
To say they weren't curious would be a lie.
"Ningjie, come here," Land Fan spoke.
Ningzhao approached Land Fan.
"This leg ailment has plagued me for seventeen years, tormenting my mind..."
"But one day, I had a dream about the vast world and met an immortal. The immortal said that I had a predestined relationship with him and decided to help me."
"The immortal touched my head, infused spiritual energy into my body, unblocking the meridians in my legs, and my leg ailment was miraculously cured."
Land Fan said casually.
Speaking of such grandiose words, he felt no fluctuations in his heart, remained calm, and almost believed it himself.
As he spoke, he gently held Ningzhao's tender and delicate hand.
Ningzhao's palm was calloused, clearly from years of martial arts training.
Her face blushed when Land Fan held her hand.
As for the words "The immortal touched my head, infused spiritual energy into my body," she was not stupid enough to take it seriously. She just treated it as a story.
There were no immortals in the world...
However.
In the next moment, Ningzhao's blushing face froze, and her pupils slightly contracted.
Not only Ningzhao, but Yue also had an expression of disbelief.
Land Fan spread out his palm, gently resting it on Ningzhao's palm. A faint blue light shimmered between their palms.
The wind automatically picked up, causing the curtains in the room to flutter.
Land Fan's eyebrow raised slightly, silently calling out in his heart.
"Activate skill [Spiritual Energy Infusion]."
"Target: Ningzhao."
Buzz—
Ningzhao's face instantly turned red, not because of shyness, but because of a strange power that flowed into her body through Land Fan's palm.
Her pores opened wide, and the blood, which was already active due to practicing the moving blood technique, boiled like boiling water, almost bursting out of her blood vessels and tearing apart her delicate body.
"Mental guidance, gather the energy in the dantian."
Land Fan spoke calmly, and his hair danced in the wind caused by the spiritual energy.
Ningzhao's legs weakened, and she almost couldn't control herself from letting out a moan, but her eyes were incredibly sharp.
At this moment, her mind and thoughts were a bit chaotic, but she still followed Land Fan's instructions.
The "little snake" injected into her body moved rapidly under the control of her mind, quickly stabilizing and sinking into her dantian.
Land Fan released his grasp.
Ningzhao took several steps back in succession.
Crack, crack...
The green bricks beneath her feet were actually crushed.
And the energy and blood in Ningzhao's body seemed to have been infused with a catalyst, boiling and restless.
There were even sounds of movement coming from inside her body, like the sound of bells and drums!
Yue was dumbfounded!
"Body resonates with energy, Grandmaster martial artist!"
As a martial artist herself, how could she not know Ningzhao's current state?
Grandmaster, it was a rare status even in the entire Da Zhou Dynasty!
At this moment, all that remained in Yue's ears was the sentence Land Fan had said earlier, full of immortal charm.
"The immortal touched my head, infused spiritual energy into my body..."
Could it be that Young Master...
Really obtained a connection with immortals?!
However, Land Fan, who had infused a wisp of spiritual energy into Ningzhao's body, did not pay attention to anything else at this moment.
Because at the moment his infusion was successful, a prompt suddenly popped up in front of him.
"Congratulations to the host for successfully infusing the first wisp of spiritual energy and cultivating the first practitioner with spiritual energy. Activate [Mission] permission and receive transformation rewards..."
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