Super War God in the City

The next morning, Ling Fan appeared on time at the door of the side hall, as agreed.

Bei Rushuang, who had been practicing her swordsmanship since dawn, spotted Ling Fan coming and immediately ran over with joy!

"Brother Fan, I thought you might not come today!" Bei Rushuang said timidly.

"Hehe, how could I not come? Having the opportunity to guide a beauty is a great honor," Ling Fan teased.

"I... I thought you were angry yesterday..." Bei Rushuang was as meek as a child who had done something wrong.

"Where does all that anger come from? Today I'm mainly here to guide your master. There's no problem with what comes after, and it will be some time before you reach the Eleventh Form!" Ling Fan said with a smile.

Bei Rushuang was surprised, "You're here for my master today?"

"Mhm!" Ling Fan nodded.

"Um, there's something I need to report to you. Yesterday, I told my master about the Seventh Style you coached me on!

But I didn't mention the outline incantations that came after. My master said that without your permission, it shouldn't be transmitted privately, not even to my master!" Bei Rushuang said weakly.

"Hehe, no problem. I've passed it on to you. In the future, you can share it with whoever you wish, according to your own heart. It's nothing to worry about!" Ling Fan said unconcerned, as these things were insignificant to him compared to the heritage in his mind, which was worlds apart.

Seeing that Ling Fan wasn't blaming her, Bei Rushuang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Fan, rest assured, I will never share it recklessly!"

At this point, Lei Yao had been waiting inside the house for a while and hurriedly came out when she heard the noises.

"Protector Lei, good morning!" Ling Fan greeted with a smile!

"Let's go to the backyard!" Lei Yao nodded in agreement too.

The backyard was relatively quiet, unlike the front yard where disciples often came to sneak a peek. It wouldn't be dignified for her to be seen in such a setting given her status as a protector.
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Bei Rushuang, brimming with curiosity and eagerness, also wanted to follow and watch.

"You girl, just stay put in the front!" Lei Yao huffed gently.

She didn't want her own disciple around partly because Ling Fan had mentioned last night that there might be physical contact during the instruction!

"It's fine. You're both learning the same swordsmanship; it will be helpful to her as well!" Ling Fan said with a light smile.

Seeing that Ling Fan had spoken, Lei Yao no longer objected.

Bei Rushuang was instantly overjoyed and eagerly followed to the backyard.

"Shall we start now?" Lei Yao looked at Ling Fan, feeling slightly nervous.

"Yes, we can. Go ahead and demonstrate the whole sequence once for me!" Ling Fan nodded.

Lei Yao collected herself and her Three-foot Green Blade suddenly danced in her hand. The sword moved like a white snake spitting its tongue, hissing through the air, and like a dragon weaving through space, moving in all directions!

Now light as a swallow, she struck with her sword, now sudden as lightning, the leaves scattered in disarray.

Ling Fan nodded in approval. Lei Yao had outstanding grace and a figure that was many levels above the still-developing Bei Rushuang. Her movements were truly like those of a sword-fairy, delightful and captivating to any onlooker.

However, when it came to the Eleventh Form, the motion abruptly halted, unable to connect smoothly.

"That's enough. Ru Shuang, tell your master what I taught you yesterday about the incantations for the sequence that follows," Ling Fan said calmly.

Hearing his words, Bei Rushuang immediately ran to Lei Yao, whispering in her ear. Lei Yao showed a contemplative look and silently memorized it.

Ling Fan didn't interrupt, knowing she needed time to digest the information.

After a moment, Lei Yao once again waved her sword, and although she was more integrated than before, she still struggled to fully connect the sequence.

"I've memorized it, and I've understood the new outline, but I still feel like something isn't right!" Lei Yao said with a puzzled look towards Ling Fan.

"Hehe, of course something's not right. You changed the Eleventh Form's third move from a Flat Sword to a Vertical Sword, the fourth move from a 'hang' to a 'chop,' and the sixth move's walking sword raise to a turn-back-and-raise. Try it again!" Ling Fan directed.

Bei Rushuang's eyes widened as she watched from the side, her face full of admiration for Ling Fan.

Lei Yao committed Ling Fan's guidance to memory and immediately practiced the changes. Although she remembered his instructions, her previous moves were so ingrained that they couldn't be corrected quickly, could they?

Her movements were inevitably a bit awkward, but they felt much more fluid and cohesive than before. She was secretly pleased, but even more shocked by Ling Fan.

Ling Fan stood by and watched Lei Yao practice again and again, nodding internally, then shaking his head. Lei Yao's talent was decent, but to him, she still looked a bit clumsy, and he couldn't help but step in.

"No, no, your focus is all wrong!" Ling Fan repeatedly shook his head.

"That... I also feel that it's not quite right, what should I do?" Lei Yao was now completely convinced by Ling Fan.

Ling Fan moved into the center of the area and grabbed Lei Yao's jade hand that held the sword.

"This lift is incorrect. You should hold the sword upward from the base of the thumb, extend your arm fully, forming a straight line with the sword.

For the Vertical Sword, use the tip of the sword, thrusting upward from the bottom right like pricking with a needle, focusing the force on the front and middle part of the sword, yes, just like that!" Ling Fan supported Lei Yao's willow waist with one hand and adjusted her wrist with the other to correct her posture.

Lei Yao had never been touched by a man like this before. She trembled as she felt the strong arm on her waist, her face blushing red.

She knew Ling Fan was teaching her swordsmanship, and having reminded herself about it the night before, she didn't dare make a scene. Her mind was a jumble, and she was like a puppet on strings, letting Ling Fan manipulate her!

"Right, that's the posture. Remember the focus now, and try it on your own!" Ling Fan's voice sounded faintly beside her ear.

"Oh... I... I need to get used to it a bit more..." Lei Yao's mind was a bit dazed.

Bei Rushuang was completely dumbfounded watching from the side. Ling Fan actually dared to touch her master's hand? And the master hadn't exploded in anger?

Lei Yao couldn't remember anything about focus points; her mind was filled with the strange sensations from Ling Fan's touch on her body.

Although Ling Fan had removed his hand by now, she still felt that warm and strong hand on her waist.

Lei Yao attempted a few more awkward practice movements, even the previously smooth maneuvers felt stiff.

Ling Fan frowned in frustration from the side, "What's going on? The more you practice, the worse it gets!"

Feeling exasperated and seeing how dull she was, he couldn't help but slap her buttocks.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound reverberated through the backyard.

"No, tuck your buttocks in, the strength should come from your waist and arms. How can you be so dim-witted!" Ling Fan said, annoyed.

Lei Yao stiffened as Ling Fan's sudden slap landed, her buttocks tingling with a fiery numbness, her neck flushed red, and her wide eyes completely befuddled.

Bei Rushuang gaped, her mind turning to mush.

"He... he dared to slap the master's buttocks..." Bei Rushuang's lips formed a shocked O.

"If Elder Yu Xinghai, who's pursuing the master, sees this, won't he fight Brother Fan to the death?"

Meanwhile, at the Elders' Chamber.

"Master, disciples stationed near the main hall have reported back; that guy who injured me, named Ling Fan, went to the side hall early this morning!" Cao Teng hurriedly reported to his master Yu Xinghai.

A middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion and a hooked nose who appeared to be in his fifties snorted coldly, "Preposterous! He dares to injure my disciple and shame me as well; today this elder shall see what this arrogant youth is made of. Let's go!"