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After waiting for so many days, the moment has finally arrived! Luzi and Wang Jian exchanged smiles and quickly approved the action plan to capture Feng Zhiyuan overnight. How many days and nights had they endured just to reach this moment!
Luzi clapped his hands, and five Masked Men suddenly appeared at the door in response to the signal. "Greetings, General Lu! We pay our respects to General Wang Jian!"
Hearing the Masked Men call him by name, Wang Jian was taken aback. How could these previously independent groups know his real name? After a brief moment of confusion, he quickly realized what was happening. It turned out that these five had been lurking nearby all along, not just arriving now! What remarkable stealth and mental control they must possess! He hadn't detected them despite being a skilled fighter himself! Thinking of this, he wiped his sweat and couldn't help but mutter softly, "The skills of my brothers are truly impressive! Thank goodness they are not enemies!"
Luzi nodded without speaking further, looking at the five kneeling men and asked, "Is the target clear?"
"Yes, General! Your Excellency is very clear!" they replied.
Luzi acknowledged with a sound and waved his hand, saying, "Go!"
"Wait!" Before the five could respond, Wang Jian hurriedly suggested, "General! I am familiar with the layout of Feng Residence; let me guide these brothers!"
Luzi did not express any personal opinion or speak further but sought the thoughts of the five who had just stood up with his gaze.
The five Masked Men exchanged glances and simultaneously shook their heads to indicate that it was unnecessary to take such measures.
Receiving this information, Luzi nodded and said nothing more.
Once again seeing Brother wave his hand, the five men bowed in farewell and vanished into the rain in an instant.
Wang Jian observed outside the door, astonished. He had practiced martial arts since childhood, and compared to these men, he felt utterly inadequate. Just how high can martial skills reach? With this thought, he sighed, "There are heavens beyond heavens, and people beyond people. This saying is indeed not mere talk!"
Luzi smiled lightly. "It's nothing, just a matter of specialization. Your identity is that of a future general of Great Qin, so during your training, you won't be focusing solely on martial arts. Learning military strategies, tactics, and formations will inevitably take up a lot of time. They are different; they spend almost all their time practicing martial arts."
Hearing Luzi's revelation, Wang Jian quickly asked, "Are you saying that they don't need to read or write at all?"
On this matter, Luzi had no intention of letting anyone know. Looking at his eager senior brother, he suddenly said, "It seems someone has violated the rules; once you sit in the position of brother, you'll understand!"
Wang Jian chuckled and rubbed his hands, deciding to pretend he hadn't asked anything. However, he thought differently; there was no need to hide whether one could read or write. As a martial artist, the most important thing is to have skills in hand. As long as one's martial arts are up to par, it’s not embarrassing even if one can't read!
The two sat back down and watched the heavy rain outside without speaking. All past efforts now depended on the next actions. Although this wasn't the end, it could be considered a conclusion for now. What remained was to leave the city and escort the suspect back to Capital Xianyang to complete the mission. Was that all? Clearly not. Whether Feng Zhiyuan confessed or not required a lot of work, followed by investigating the whereabouts of this organization and so on. There was plenty of work ahead!
Time, which had previously flown by, suddenly felt extremely slow at this moment. If it was once seen as a vigorous young man, it now resembled a frail old man struggling to walk. It was as if each step required a long rest! Why would an old man still venture out like this!?
The only sound left in their ears was the rain hitting the green leaves; their breaths were so long that they were almost inaudible. Wang Jian had been with Luzi for quite some time now, but it was his first time noticing Luzi's breathing rhythm. As he observed closely, he suddenly realized that according to this breathing pattern, Luzi was evidently someone with exceptional internal martial arts skills. He had simply never had the opportunity to notice before; now he had discovered a great secret.
"There has always been a legend in the martial world; I wonder if I should share it."
Luzi seemed somewhat weary as he gazed at the door and casually replied, "Among us brothers, there’s no need for such formalities; feel free to speak."
Wang Jian nodded and continued, "Whenever a master teaches their disciples martial arts, they always leave behind the most powerful techniques. This way, if any unworthy disciples appear later on, they can be dealt with."
Luzi certainly understood what this meant; Wang Jian was actually asking whether he had received his master's true teachings. What exactly constitutes true teachings? Perhaps it's more about legends! Smiling and nodding, he explained, "Techniques are divided into internal and external skills; there isn't much difference between them. Whether one can reach the pinnacle of cultivation really depends on the individual. The idea that the most powerful techniques are left unpassed is actually unfounded. It's merely a thin layer of silk; that's just how simple it is."
"Even if it's thin, it's still a barrier; perhaps it's just the difference between heaven and earth."
Hearing this, Luzi nodded. "As the saying goes, a master leads you to the door, but the cultivation is up to the individual. That door is the layer of brocade, and what remains is to comprehend its profound meaning. It still comes down to the individual."
Wang Jian felt that this explanation was too vague, so he sincerely asked, "How can one comprehend it?"
Luzi raised his hand and pointed to his heart. "Only here!"
The heart!?
Being observant and attentive is one of the basic requirements for a martial artist. All of this ultimately boils down to one's inner feelings. This consciously cultivated awareness can be gradually refined, allowing one to easily sense any disturbances within a certain range. Wang Jian's practice in this regard was also commendable; just as he was about to ask more, he sensed something unusual coming from outside the door.
With a gust of cold wind entering, it seemed accompanied by a layer of misty rain. Perhaps the Five Black-Clad Men who had just left had returned, suddenly appearing before the two of them. Among them was a person wearing a brocade robe with their head covered, tightly bound and still struggling.
Lu Zichao exchanged glances with Wang Jian, signaling him to step back. After all, Wang Jian's mission had already been completed, and there was no need for him to reveal his identity any further. The subsequent handling of the situation still needed to be thorough; this is essential for completing tasks from beginning to end. One reason was to prevent external parties from focusing on whether this operative was related to the matter, while another reason was to protect the safety of those who had come forward to cover for this operative. There is a fixed set of procedures for wrapping things up here, which will not be elaborated on further.
Once Wang Jian concealed himself behind a wooden pillar, Luzi then indicated for the captives' hood to be removed. As the black hood was lifted, Feng Ting, sporting a beard, finally appeared before everyone. After Wang Jian confirmed his identity, Luzi's mind began to calculate. "Huayang Jun! Long time no see!?"
Feng Ting, also known as Feng Zhiyuan, squinted his eyes to adjust to the bright light inside the room and followed the voice until he could see a young man sitting across from him clearly.
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