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The gentleman smiled gently, "I guess you are about to arrive as well. How about we all have a cup of tea together?"
Duanmu Xue and the others were taken aback. Although the gentleman was usually very amiable, he often resembled an elder with a hint of authority. He had never been as gentle as he was today.
Was this all because of Lufan? The group glanced at Lufan, their curiosity growing stronger. What exactly was going on?
Lufan did not stand on ceremony. Although he felt grateful and respectful towards the elder who had saved him and taken care of him, he also did not want to be overly formal. After expressing his thanks, he sat down on a stone bench.
"You don't need to be too formal; just sit down," the gentleman said.
Upon hearing this, Duanmu Xue and the others quickly took their seats, sitting up straight and not daring to move around. Even the usually lively Miko turned into a well-behaved child.
Once everyone was seated, the gentleman poured each person a cup of tea and gestured for them to drink.
They all raised their cups and took a sip, only to find that it was just very ordinary tea—if anything, it was an understatement to call it ordinary; there wasn't even a hint of Vital Energy in it.
It should be noted that what Martial Cultivators consumed generally contained some Vital Energy. For example, Primordial Food usually had some Vital Energy within it. Tea without any Vital Energy was quite rare; however, it did have a pleasant aroma, but that was about it.
Seeing their reactions, the gentleman smiled slightly but did not explain the reason behind it. Instead, he raised his own cup and savored the tea slowly.
At this point, Duanmu Xue and the others assumed that there must be some profound secret in this tea that they simply could not grasp, so one by one they picked up their cups again and began to taste it, trying hard to comprehend its mysteries.
The gentleman watched them with an amused expression.
Seeing them nodding their heads in confusion, Lufan felt somewhat speechless. He was certain that this was just ordinary tea; there was no mystery to it—just the gentleman's playful sense of humor.
Generally, those who are highly skilled enjoy engaging in peculiar activities, such as returning to simplicity, observing the blooming and withering of flowers, or watching clouds drift by. This is because they have reached a high level of power, allowing them to derive profound insights from these small aspects of life and seek opportunities for breakthroughs.
Many people, upon seeing this, mistakenly believe that by imitating such behavior, they can grasp some profound truths. They think that once they comprehend these truths, they will achieve sudden enlightenment and make significant breakthroughs, gaining immense strength, capable of defeating gods and buddhas.
However, this is ultimately futile. Without power, even if one momentarily has some realizations, it is merely an illusion. This is because one lacks the strength to actualize those thoughts; in the end, what one perceives as enlightenment is just a flower in the mirror or the moon reflected in water—a mere illusion.
Have you not heard the saying? Despite having heard many truths, one still cannot live a good life.
Therefore, for a Martial Cultivator, it is essential to focus on enhancing and honing one's strength at the beginning. This is the right path; one should not always aspire to reach the pinnacle in one leap. Strength is fundamental; without it, any so-called realm is just a castle in the air.
Thus, Lufan straightforwardly said, "Sir, I came here this time to ask you about something."
The sir replied somewhat helplessly, "Can't you take it slow? It's rare for me to see the little ones with such interesting expressions. Usually, they are so cautious around me; they are nothing like today."
Duanmu Xue and the others then realized that they had been teased by the sir and couldn't help but blush. It was no wonder; in the past, whenever they saw him, he always appeared serious; they had no idea he had this side to him.
Seeing this, the sir understood that it was time to get serious. His expression became more solemn as he turned to Lufan and praised him: "You have finally taken this step; that's quite good."
"Does it seem like you believe I can comprehend 'force'?"
"When you were able to control yourself, I knew you would inevitably reach this point. I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly. You used the pressure of life and death to push yourself beyond limits; even I did not foresee that."
"Then may I ask, was it merely coincidence that you saved me back then?"
"It was both a coincidence and not."
"Mm?" Lufan was somewhat confused by the meaning of these words.
"Back then, as I was passing through hundreds of miles away, I suddenly felt a tremendous wave of powerful energy. When I followed that wave to Qingyang City, I discovered you. I observed you for three days and ultimately saved you when you could no longer hold on."
Indeed, Lufan silently thought.
"Can you tell me what the problem with me is, sir?"
"I know a little. The first time I saw you, I could tell that you were not accepted by this world, yet you managed to survive. This piqued my interest. I have stayed here for eight years to gain some insights and make a crucial breakthrough."
Lufan's spirit lifted, and he quickly asked, "Have you gained any insights?"
He couldn't help but feel anxious; after all, this was related to whether he could completely resolve the world's rejection and fully unlock his own power.
The man sighed, "Although I have gained some understanding, unfortunately, it is only useful to me. Your problem still needs to be solved by yourself; no one can help you."
Lufan felt a bit disappointed, but he also understood that it was unlikely for someone else to directly help him escape the world's rejection. That involved the level of rules; even the most powerful person couldn't change the world's rules.
"However," the man suddenly said, "I have calculated that once you comprehend 'Intent,' your problems should be easily resolved."
At this point, Lufan nearly jumped up. After so long, he finally heard a clue regarding his issue; how could he not be excited?
Fortunately, he had strong self-control and managed to suppress his excitement, though the fervor in his eyes was impossible to hide.
"What is 'Intent'? I have already comprehended 'Momentum.' Is the next step to comprehend 'Intent'?"
The teacher did not answer directly but instead said, "Have you grasped 'force'? No, no, no, you have merely obtained the key to 'force'; the true 'force' is still beyond your reach."
"I haven't grasped 'force'? How is that possible? Is my understanding incorrect?"
Lufan was once again puzzled, so he expressed his understanding, believing that 'force' was simply a method of utilizing subtle power.
After listening to his interpretation, the teacher's eyes lit up for a moment.
"Indeed, that's an interesting idea with a fresh perspective. Your understanding isn't entirely wrong, but it still deviates from the true 'force.'"
"The true 'force'? What is that like?" Lufan remained confused.
"Weren't you just able to sense it a moment ago?"
A moment ago? Lufan thought for a moment and blurted out, "Uncle Fu?"
"Correct. The aura that Uncle Fu released just now is 'force.'"
Lufan was still baffled. Indeed, Uncle Fu's aura was powerful, but how was it the true 'force'? What was different about it compared to an ordinary person's presence?
Seeing Lufan deep in thought yet still confused, the teacher smiled and said, "You have fallen into the trap of your own thoughts; you cannot figure this out just by thinking."
Lufan was startled and then realized he had been misguided. He always wanted to understand everything on his own; wasn't that a form of arrogance? One must know that relying solely on imagination cannot fully comprehend the reality of the world.
Recognizing his mistake, Lufan earnestly asked, "Please guide me, teacher."
"It's very simple. In martial arts, there's no more direct way than to have a match. Just experience it for yourself, Uncle Fu."
As soon as the teacher finished speaking, a figure flashed, and Uncle Fu had already appeared in the middle of the courtyard, bowing slightly. "Master, is there something you need?"
Lufan was taken aback; he hadn't seen how Uncle Fu had appeared. Ever since he had grasped the subtle level of control, his perception had become incredibly sharp, yet he couldn't even catch Uncle Fu's movements.
"Have a spar with Xiaofan."
Everyone was stunned. Uncle Fu hesitated for a moment. "How... should I do that?"
"Let him understand what true 'force' is."
"Alright!" Uncle Fu replied and turned to Lufan. "Lu Xiaozai, be careful; I won't hold back."
"That's fine. After knowing you for so long, I didn't realize you were such a master. It's a good opportunity to witness your prowess," Lufan said cheerfully.
As for Duanmu Xue and the other four, they were already dumbfounded. They realized that every time something related to Lufan happened, they could only be astonished.
There was no way around it; the information revealed in their earlier conversation was simply too shocking.
What did it mean to be unaccepted by the world? The teacher was actually here in Qingyang City for Lufan? And now they were going to fight?
What on earth was going on! The five of them suddenly felt a wave of confusion.
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