Five Minutes of Understanding
"All done."
After feeling the two techniques, Julian D’Aurelius closed the manuals with satisfaction.
The final traces of comprehension settled within his mind like calm water returning to stillness after a ripple.
Dragon’s Tempest Step.
Triple Petal Shelter.
Both techniques had already beco part of him.
Not rely morized.
Not rely understood.
Perfectly mastered.
A faint smile appeared on his handso face.
His black hair shifted slightly as he stood up from the chair.
The room remained strangely quiet.
The two Tyson Family elders continued staring at him.
Their expressions beca increasingly complicated.
"That’s it?"
The Tyson Family mbers looked at him with strange expressions.
Their eyes carried a hint of disdain.
One elder couldn’t help narrowing his eyes.
The other folded his arms and snorted softly.
This kid clearly hadn’t learned anything, yet he was putting on a pretentious act here.
These rich young masters were all the sa!
They loved putting on appearances.
They loved acting mysterious.
But true martial arts weren’t built on appearances.
They required years of hard work and countless hours of practice.
"What else?"
Julian chuckled, rubbing his hands together, and pushed the two ancient martial arts manuals back to the Tyson Family.
His smile remained relaxed.
Not arrogant.
Not provocative.
Simply natural.
As though he had borrowed two ordinary books and was now returning them.
He had gained two new skills.
Aweso!
Even Julian himself was quite pleased.
After all, opportunities to acquire powerful techniques without spending villain points from the Tyrant System were surprisingly rare.
Dragon’s Tempest Step would significantly improve his mobility.
Triple Petal Shelter possessed excellent offensive potential.
The trip had already exceeded his expectations.
One elder accepted the manuals with a dark expression.
The other imdiately inspected them.
Only after confirming there was no damage did he let out a small breath of relief.
Then he looked toward Julian.
"Then be on your way."
The tone was noticeably less friendly than before.
Julian rely smiled.
"Thank you for allowing to study the Tyson Family’s techniques."
His attitude remained polite.
Even after sensing their obvious dissatisfaction, he showed no annoyance.
"Today’s visit was very worthwhile."
The two elders almost felt their blood pressure rise.
Worthwhile?
Of course it was worthwhile for him.
He had just exchanged one martial art manual for the opportunity to skim through two household inheritances.
Whether he learned anything or not was another matter.
Julian turned around.
Lina Ashford imdiately stood beside him.
Liza Voss followed closely behind.
The two girls exchanged glances.
Neither appeared worried.
If Julian said he had learned them, then he had learned them.
Simple.
Julian smiled and said, "Thank you."
Then he turned to leave with Liza and Lina beside him.
The afternoon sunlight poured through the hallway outside.
Their footsteps gradually echoed away.
As he went, both old n simply clicked their tongues.
"Tsk."
"Tsk."
The sounds were filled with disappointnt.
The two old n put away their family’s ancient martial arts manuals, looking quite displeased, and issued an order for Julian to leave.
One elder shook his head.
"What a waste."
The other sighed.
"I thought he might at least be serious."
They carefully wrapped the manuals in protective cloth before placing them back inside the safe.
Several locks clicked shut.
The atmosphere inside the study gradually settled.
Just as Julian left, Yana Tyson was already pushing Wren Tyson over.
The wheelchair rolled rapidly through the corridor.
Yana’s long black hair swayed behind her as she hurried forward.
Her bright orange eyes carried obvious urgency.
"Dad, hurry."
"If we’re any later, they’ll definitely make things difficult for Julian."
Wren Tyson smiled helplessly.
"You’ve said that five tis already."
"Because it’s true!"
Yana imdiately protested.
The middle-aged patriarch could only shake his head.
His daughter rarely cared this much about anyone.
That alone told him how highly she regarded Julian.
The study door opened.
Wren Tyson already knew the situation.
Yana imdiately walked toward the table.
The mont she saw the martial art manual still resting there, she quickly picked it up and handed it to her father.
"Dad, look."
Her tone carried obvious excitent.
"Julian exchanged this."
Wren Tyson accepted the manual.
He had already heard so details on the way over.
However, hearing sothing and seeing it personally were completely different matters.
He had also flipped through the "Mountain Flip Hand Strike" that Julian had given, and it was indeed a very powerful ancient martial arts technique.
The more he read, the brighter his eyes beca.
This wasn’t so ordinary technique.
Several profound principles hidden within it were enough to benefit an entire household.
Acquiring this technique could greatly aid the developnt of the Tyson Family!
Even Wren Tyson couldn’t hide his surprise.
Where exactly had Julian obtained sothing like this?
"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, where’s Young Master Julian?"
He looked at the two old n and asked.
The two elders imdiately showed unhappy expressions.
One of them waved his hand dismissively.
"He’s already gone," one of them replied.
"Gone?"
Wren Tyson thought Julian had left in frustration and quickly advised, "This ti, let’s make an exception for the Tyson Family and let Young Master Julian learn properly, it wouldn’t..."
Before he could finish, the two old n said with dark expressions, "Exception? We’ve already made an exception."
Their faces imdiately darkened.
One elder pointed toward the safe.
"We already brought out both manuals."
The other added angrily,
"He looked at the two books for less than five minutes and claid he learned them."
"What kind of attitude is this? The foundation of our Tyson Family, does he think it’s child’s play?"
The room fell silent.
Wren Tyson froze.
His hand paused halfway through turning a page.
Looked at them for less than five minutes and claid he learned them?
What was up with this Young Master Julian?
Even Wren Tyson found that difficult to believe.
Those two techniques weren’t simple.
Many descendants spent years understanding them.
Five minutes?
That sounded absurd.
Yet before he could speak, another voice sounded.
"With his martial arts skills, if he says he learned them, then he truly has."
Yana Tyson let out a sigh of relief.
The tension she had been carrying all this ti finally eased.
Since that guy said so, he must have his reasons.
This one wasn’t soone who would suffer losses.
She rembered every interaction she had shared with Julian.
Calm.
Confident.
Unfathomable.
No matter what happened, he always seed several steps ahead.
The thought made a faint smile appear on her lips.
The Tyson Family mbers looked at one another.
They were genuinely speechless.
She really believed that guy learned them in less than five minutes?
The two elders almost wanted to pull their hair out.
Had their granddaughter completely lost her ability to judge people?
"Yana, it’s not that Second Grandpa is criticizing you, but have you been deceived by that kid? Do you believe everything he says?"
His tone carried genuine concern.
Not anger.
Concern.
The second elder imdiately nodded.
"Yes, you’re obsessed with martial arts and don’t understand the deceitful nature of people. Don’t let yourself be used."
The two old n spoke earnestly.
To them, Julian’s behavior scread fraud.
No matter how talented soone was, there had to be limits.
Five minutes?
Who would believe that?
Seeing their granddaughter believe even such things, they felt so frustrated they could spit blood.
That kid was nothing but a complete fraud, wasn’t he?
Yana looked at the two elders.
Then at her father.
Then back at the manual in her hands.
She knew explaining further would be pointless.
Sotis belief wasn’t built on evidence.
It was built on instinct.
And for so reason...
She trusted Julian.
Far more than she trusted the judgnt of the two elders at this mont.
Yana Tyson said nothing, taking the "Mountain Flip Hand Strike" back to continue studying.
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