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Mr. Lufan lives in a small, secluded courtyard that is elegant and quiet.
Due to Mr. Lufan's presence, very few people come here, making it almost a forbidden place for the academy.
In fact, many who know a bit about the inside story and are aware of Mr. Lufan's identity wish to visit him, but they have never been able to enter the courtyard.
This is because an old servant usually guards the entrance, and while he appears frail, his strength is unfathomable; at least no one in Qingyang City can match him.
There was once a fifth-rank Intermediate Martial Cultivator who attempted to force his way in, only to be effortlessly crushed by the old servant's palm, resulting in his immediate death.
It was a true crushing; those present clearly saw that the Martial Cultivator's bones and muscles were all shattered, leaving only his skin intact. The scene was horrifying.
Since then, no one has dared to approach this place without permission.
Lufan arrived at the front of the courtyard, holding a jug of wine and some snacks. Behind him followed Duanmu Xue and five others, all curious and coming along.
At the entrance of the courtyard sat a recliner where an old man was squinting in the sun, leisurely enjoying himself.
Upon hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and immediately spotted Lufan, his old face breaking into a smile like a blooming flower.
Duanmu Xue and the others were somewhat incredulous. Because Mr. Lufan appreciated them, they had visited this place several times before. However, they remembered that this old man had always been taciturn and indifferent towards them; how could he suddenly change so much today?
“Lu Xiaozai! You haven't come to see this old man in ages! What a rare occasion today! Come on, let's play a couple of games!” The old man exclaimed with delight as he pulled out a box of chess pieces and a board—surprisingly, it was a set of Xiangqi.
Lufan chuckled lightly, rarely showing such a relaxed demeanor.
“Uncle Fu, I’m afraid I can’t play chess with you today. I have something to discuss with Mr. Lufan. But I brought you some wine and some snacks made by Fatty for you to try.” Lufan raised what he was holding.
Upon hearing that they wouldn’t be playing chess, Uncle Fu immediately lost interest. However, since there was wine involved, it wasn't too bad after all.
As he took the items from Lufan, his gaze suddenly sharpened; his originally murky eyes sparkled with clarity and became piercing as he fixed his stare on Lufan. A faint aura began to emanate from him involuntarily.
Lufan felt a jolt; in his perception, Uncle Fu seemed to transform into a prehistoric beast in that moment. His aura was as deep as an abyss; his hunched body concealed immense power, like a volcano on the verge of eruption—extremely ferocious!
Lufan was astonished; Uncle Fu at this moment felt far more powerful than the Mad King. The difference between them was like that between a sheep and a lion—too vast!
Once, Lufan always thought that although Uncle Fu knew some Martial Arts Techniques, he couldn't be that impressive. Now he realized that Uncle Fu was actually an extraordinary master. If Feng King was already a martial arts grandmaster, then what level should Uncle Fu be at?
Just as Lufan was in shock, Uncle Fu's aura flashed and then receded. His eyes became murky again, and he transformed back into the ordinary old man he appeared to be. Except for Lufan, the others present didn't feel anything unusual had happened, as if it were merely an illusion.
Only Lufan knew that what just occurred was definitely not an illusion. The Uncle Fu he had known for many years was an extremely powerful Martial Cultivator.
If Duanmu Xue and the others knew Lufan's thoughts, they would surely roll their eyes. Of course, everyone knew this old man was formidable and ruthless; the entire Qingyang City feared him.
Lufan had genuinely been unaware of this before. He had always kept a low profile and avoided contact with outsiders, so he had no idea that the amiable Uncle Fu, who would cheat when losing at chess, was actually a great master.
"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect that after a few months, you’ve made such progress. That little commotion in the city last night was caused by you, right?" Uncle Fu praised.
In his eyes, last night's shocking battle that stunned Qingyang City was merely a small disturbance.
"Yes, I've had some recent experiences, so I caused a bit of a ruckus in the city last night," Lufan replied honestly.
After sensing Uncle Fu's strength, he understood that his own abilities were insignificant in his eyes; what he considered a grand battle was probably just child's play to him.
"I thought so! Which lucky kid could comprehend 'Momentum' ahead of time? I originally wanted to go see it but later thought it would be pointless. I didn't expect it to be you. Not bad, really not bad!" Uncle Fu exclaimed repeatedly, looking at Lufan as if he were seeing his grandson achieve great success, filled with joy.
Lufan felt a stir in his heart and was about to ask something when Uncle Fu waved his hand.
"Aren't you here to see the old master? He's inside. He said this morning that you would come by. The old man didn't believe it at first; turns out he already knew that person last night was you. No wonder."
This made Lufan even more puzzled. The master knew he was coming? However, since Uncle Fu said so, he didn't want to ask further and stepped into the courtyard.
Duanmu Xue and the others were already stunned. They hadn't expected Lufan to be so familiar with the mysterious Uncle Fu. From what they heard earlier, it seemed like he could meet the master anytime without restrictions.
If this news reached their families outside, it would probably shock them even more than Lufan's displayed talent last night. Usually, when the elders of their clan mentioned the master, it was with genuine reverence; they wished they could meet him in person.
Duanmu Xue thought that if this news got out, the threshold of Lufan's small courtyard would surely be trampled by visitors.
As Lufan walked toward the small courtyard, the five felt somewhat awkward. Although they had received guidance from the master before, they were not allowed to enter without permission.
Lufan took a few steps and turned back curiously to say, "Aren't you coming in?"
The five exchanged wry smiles and looked back at Uncle Fu, unsure how to respond.
Uncle Fu squinted his eyes, basking in the sun. He waved his hand and said leisurely, "You little ones can go in now. Since you came with Lu Xiaozai, it's quite a rare opportunity."
The group felt a surge of joy and hurried to follow him, but the mysterious aura surrounding Lufan in their hearts intensified.
Once the six of them disappeared into the small courtyard, Uncle Fu opened his eyes slightly and gazed at the rising sun above, lost in thought.
"It seems Master was right; letting him ponder on his own is the best approach. Fortunately, I held back at that time and didn't intervene; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have made it this far."
After a moment's reflection, Uncle Fu took a sip of wine, tossed a fried peanut into his mouth, and closed his eyes again.
"However, to comprehend 'momentum' solely through his own efforts is truly remarkable. I wonder what surprises he will bring in the future and how far he can go; it's really something to look forward to."
After entering the courtyard, Lufan and the others passed through an archway and arrived at a unique Courtyard.
The courtyard was paved with finely textured bluestone, adorned with various flowers and trees. Under one tree stood a stone table with several stone stools around it. On the table was a Small Clay Stove and a set of tea utensils. A middle-aged man sat there.
He wore a grayish-white long robe, had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, exuding an elegant demeanor that was warm as jade. When Lufan and the others arrived, he was placing several tea leaves into a boiling Zisha Teapot. The steam rose gently, filling the air with a delightful aroma of tea.
"Greetings, sir!"
Lufan and the others respectfully said in unison.
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