A Teacher’s Dignity
Julian D’Aurelius, who was being cursed in Steffan’s heart, was busy instructing Yana Tyson in martial arts.
The training courtyard of the Tyson Family was unusually quiet.
The afternoon sun filtered through swaying tree branches, scattering patches of golden light across the stone ground.
A gentle breeze stirred the leaves overhead.
Several shattered training dummies lay nearby, evidence of Yana’s recent practice.
Not long ago, she had witnessed Julian force the mighty Martial Art King into retreat.
Even now, recalling that scene made her heart tremble slightly.
Of course...
The mont she rembered Julian’s inner thoughts, that admiration imdiately beca complicated.
This man was impossible to understand.
One mont he appeared like a peerless grandmaster.
The next mont his thoughts were so shaless she wanted to kick him.
In terms of strength, the two were about equal now, and Julian was aware of it.
But he had managed to master four Old Martial Arts techniques to perfection!
This kind of cheat-level proficiency would seem monstrous to outsiders!
And right now, he was enjoying acting like a senior expert.
"The essence of the ’Mountain Flip Hand Strike’ lies in using joint power."
Julian stood casually beside her, hands behind his back.
His black hair moved gently in the wind while his golden eyes remained focused.
"Look, when we punch, we rely on the strength from the back to the arm."
"There are six joints along this path that can exert force. Just relying on these six joints isn’t enough."
"We need to control every bone, turning them into multiple joints to exert force..."
As he spoke, he demonstrated several movents.
Each motion appeared simple.
Yet every movent carried astonishing precision.
Yana watched carefully.
At first she only listened with half attention.
Then gradually, she found herself becoming imrsed.
Every explanation struck directly at the core of the technique.
Many problems in cultivation that had troubled her for years suddenly beca clear.
The future successor of Tyson Family was naturally no fool.
The more she listened, the more shocked she beca.
This bastard really understood the technique.
After talking for a long ti, Julian felt a bit parched.
He suddenly stopped and said, "Go, get a cup of tea."
[This silly girl has no sense.]
[I’ve been talking to you for so long, and you don’t even know to get a cup of tea.]
Yana’s eyelid twitched.
She nearly bit her teeth.
Again.
This guy was acting like an expert while secretly complaining about her in his head.
"Finish what you’re saying first."
Yana frowned. She was at a crucial point in listening.
The explanation had just reached the most important section.
This guy suddenly stopped, and he even cursed her in his heart for not being perceptive.
This behavior was like flirting and then suddenly saying, "Wait, honey, let play a round of cards."
The comparison made her even more annoyed.
"Don’t you know how to respect your teacher?"
Seeing this woman dare to order him around, Julian flicked her forehead.
"Ow!"
Yana covered her forehead.
Her beautiful orange eyes widened.
"You actually hit ?"
Julian shrugged.
"Disciples who interrupt their teacher deserve punishnt."
"Who is your disciple?"
"Whoever is standing in front of ."
"You shaless bastard."
"You should be grateful. Usually my lessons are expensive."
The two stared at each other.
For a mont, neither backed down.
Finally Yana huffed and turned around.
Yana angrily ran to pour a cup of tea, placed it in front of Julian, and urged him.
"Hurry up and drink it, then continue."
Julian looked at the tea.
Then looked at her.
Then looked at the tea again.
His expression suddenly beca dissatisfied.
"Is it so hard to say ’Master, please have so tea’?" Julian complained.
Yana clenched her fists tightly.
The wooden table cracked slightly beneath her grip.
She really wanted to punch this bastard.
She glared at Julian and said, "Why should I call you Master?"
"Aren’t you learning martial arts from ? What’s wrong with calling Master? Besides, I’m a mid-Gold Realm expert, you wouldn’t be losing out by having as your Master."
Julian chuckled.
The smile on his face looked infuriatingly smug.
[Once a teacher, always a superior.]
Yana’s face darkened.
Then the familiar voice sounded inside her mind again.
[If you call Master, would you still dare to give attitude in the future?]
[Yes, in the future I’ll make you softer when you beco my woman, but security is best.]
[You can give attitude to your man, but not your teacher.]
The mont those thoughts reached her ears...
Yana froze.
Then her entire face turned red.
"What?!"
The words almost escaped her mouth.
Beco his woman?
This bastard was already planning that far ahead?
The worst part was that he looked completely innocent on the outside.
Julian casually sipped his tea.
anwhile his thoughts were enough to make soone die from embarrassnt.
Yana wanted nothing more than to grab the teacup and smash it on his head.
"You seem angry."
Julian blinked.
"I’m not angry."
"Your face is red."
"It’s hot."
"The weather is nice today."
"It’s very hot!"
Julian nodded seriously.
"I understand."
His expression clearly showed he didn’t believe her.
Yana nearly exploded.
"I won’t call you that. If you don’t teach , I’ll learn by myself!"
At that mont, Yana’s inner thoughts were a complete ss.
Master?
Impossible.
Not in this lifeti.
She would rather jump off a mountain.
Besides...
If she actually called him Master after hearing those thoughts...
Wouldn’t that make everything even stranger?
Ugh!
She flipped him off and walked a few steps away, trying to practice the "Mountain Flip Hand Strike" on her own.
Julian simply sat there drinking tea.
His expression remained calm.
Inside, however—
[This girl has quite a temper.]
[Pretty face, pretty eyes, good figure.]
[But that personality...]
[Still, it’s entertaining.]
Yana’s ears turned red again.
She almost stumbled.
This shaless man.
Could he stop thinking random things?
While Julian was teaching her, she focused more on listening to his inner thoughts than his words.
His thoughts were Julian’s true intentions.
This most direct form of communication was like Julian’s mind entering hers.
So learning beca much more effective.
Many explanations that sounded vague beca crystal clear once combined with his actual thoughts.
Without realizing it, she was learning far faster than normal.
Following Julian’s instructions, she tried to divide every bone from her back to her fingertips into hundreds of joints to exert force.
She closed her eyes.
Her breathing gradually slowed.
The surrounding sounds seed to disappear.
Every muscle.
Every tendon.
Every bone.
Everything entered her awareness.
A strange feeling spread through her body.
It was as if countless hidden joints were awakening one after another.
Julian’s explanation echoed repeatedly inside her mind.
The force must not travel through only six points.
Break it down.
Refine it.
Multiply it.
Transform every bone into a source of power.
Yana’s eyes suddenly opened.
A bright light flashed across them.
Her feet sank down, and she used the unique True energy circulation thod of the "Mountain Flip Hand Strike" to combine True energy with her own strength and punched out.
The movent appeared ordinary.
Yet the instant her fist moved—
Boom!
The air exploded.
A shockwave erupted forward.
The sandbag hanging before her twisted violently.
Then—
Bang!!!
After the punch, the sandbag hanging in front of her exploded on the spot.
Julian spat out all the tea in his mouth.
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