Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

In the early morning in Kyoto, the air was slightly cool.

On the wide, tree-lined avenue, sunlight filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows.

Su Yu and Lin Xiaoxiao walked side by side on their way to Kyoto First Martial Arts University.

On Su Yu's back was a long, narrow object wrapped in layers of thick black cloth.

That was the Abyss Dragon Spear, a Martial Emperor-level weapon that Lin Xiaoxiao had just delivered that morning.

Although it was completely wrapped in black cloth, the faint, chilling aura still made passersby instinctively avoid looking at it and take a detour.

Lin Xiaoxiao was wearing a well-tailored white Jingwu school uniform today.

Her high ponytail swayed behind her head with her light steps.

Pure and beautiful.

Coupled with the unique confidence and aura of a top-tier heiress, she would turn heads almost every time she walked down the street.

But at the moment.

The young lady of the Lin family paid no attention to the admiring glances around her.

Her eyes kept glancing at the long strip of black cloth on Su Yu's back.

His eyes were filled with barely suppressed curiosity and a thirst for knowledge.

at last.

As they crossed the third intersection, Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back any longer.

She walked quickly to Su Yu, turned around, and walked backwards.

With hands behind his back, he bent down slightly.

Those clear, large eyes stared intently at Su Yu.

"Su Yu".

"Hmm?" Su Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at her.

"Tell me the truth."

Lin Xiaoxiao blinked, her tone carrying a rare hint of ingratiation.

"Um... how exactly did you comprehend the Transformation Spear Intent?"

This question, ever since she saw Su Yu conjure a physical spear with his bare hands in the apartment that morning, has been like a kitten's claw, scratching at her heart.

That's incredible.

That goes against the common sense of martial arts.

"I went back and asked my dad yesterday."

Seeing that Su Yu didn't speak, Lin Xiaoxiao continued talking to herself.

"My dad said that martial arts willpower is something mysterious and profound."

"Even those peerless geniuses with astonishing comprehension have to hover on the edge of life and death countless times, or sit in meditation for several years under a specific opportunity, before they can barely touch the threshold of 'entering the subtle'."

"As for 'transformation'..."

Lin Xiaoxiao swallowed hard and lowered her voice.

"I've heard that in the entire Great Xia Kingdom, the number of people who can comprehend the will of human transformation before the age of thirty can be counted on one hand!"

"You're only eighteen!"

"And just yesterday afternoon, he had a rudimentary understanding of it by the Weiming Lake, and this morning it has already taken shape?!"

Lin Xiaoxiao stopped in her tracks.

She grabbed Su Yu's arm, her face full of curiosity.

"Tell me honestly, is there some special technique involved?"

"Is there a mnemonic device?"

"Is it necessary to use a specific breathing technique, combined with a certain high-frequency vibration of mental energy?"

"or……"

Lin Xiaoxiao made a meditation gesture with her hands clasped together.

"Should we suppress all our qi and blood in our dantian, and then immerse our consciousness in a state of absolute emptiness to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"

Looking at Lin Xiaoxiao's serious analysis, and even her attempt to explain this phenomenon using martial arts theory.

Su Yu stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the girl in front of him, her eyes full of expectation.

A flicker of utter helplessness flashed in his deep eyes.

Skill?

Mnemonic?

Breathing techniques?

Su Yu sighed deeply in his heart.

He really wanted to tell Lin Xiaoxiao the truth.

But the truth is often more absurd than a lie.

教？

How do you teach this thing?!

Are you suggesting that the so-called "skill" is to lug an oversized suitcase to a 24-hour self-service bank in the middle of the night?

Are you suggesting that the so-called breathing technique is simply listening to the crisp mechanical friction sound of an ATM spitting out banknotes?

Are you suggesting that the so-called state of absolute emptiness means piling ten million dollars in cash on a carpet and watching it evaporate into thin air, feeling so heartbroken you can't breathe?!

Su Yu scratched his head.

That usually calm face now showed a rare hint of struggle.

Paying to play is something like that.

There's no way to teach it!

We can't really teach you how to become a heartless ATM, can we?

Moreover, the system is his biggest secret, and he absolutely cannot reveal a single word about it, not even to Lin Xiaoxiao, who has helped him all along.

"Could you... teach me?"

Seeing Su Yu scratching his head, Lin Xiaoxiao assumed he was hesitating.

She shook Su Yu's arm, her tone softening, with a hint of girlish coquettishness.

"Although I practice boxing, I don't practice with guns."

"But the will to fight martial arts ultimately leads to the same goal, no matter the path."

"If I could also grasp some kind of martial arts essence, then in the future, who would dare to mess with us at the Beijing Martial Arts Academy!"

Su Yu looked at her.

There was a full five seconds of silence.

Then, he looked away and gazed at the street in the distance.

His tone was flat, but he forced himself to appear profound and inscrutable.

"There's no skill involved."

There are no mnemonic devices or formulas.

Su Yu braced himself and began to make things up.

"It's just... a natural progression."

"Yesterday, I stared blankly at the broken gun in the middle of the lake for a while. When I went to sleep last night, I had a very long dream."

"I kept wielding a gun in my dreams."

"I felt it after I woke up."

"I understood it."

After Su Yu finished speaking, he himself felt that what he said was utterly absurd.

You can transform into human form just by having a dream?

If Chu Kuang, an old monster who has practiced shooting his whole life, heard this, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot.

however.

Lin Xiaoxiao was stunned after hearing these words.

She did not doubt that Su Yu was lying to her.

Because in her mind, Su Yu was an absolute genius.

The world of extraordinary beings is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"You grasped the truth just by having a dream?"

Lin Xiaoxiao released her grip on Su Yu's arm.

On her pure and beautiful face, a deep sense of loss and disappointment was visibly revealed.

She lowered her head.

Looking at her own fair and slender hands.

These hands, soaked in priceless high-grade medicinal baths since childhood, punched tens of thousands of times a day, even developing fine calluses on their joints.

She thought she had worked hard enough and was exceptionally talented.

But faced with Su Yu's "unreasonable" epiphany.

All efforts seemed so pale and powerless.

"yes……"

Lin Xiaoxiao sighed softly.

His voice was somewhat low.

"Talent is something that can't be taught."

"What you can see through at a glance, others may spend their entire lives trying to grasp."

She kicked a small pebble on the side of the road.

The pebbles rolled and tumbled into the sewer grate.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat somber.

Seeing Lin Xiaoxiao's dejected appearance, Su Yu opened his mouth, wanting to say something to comfort her.

But the words stuck in his throat.

After all, he couldn't exactly pull out a wad of cash and tell her, "You can become stronger just by spending money."

Just as Su Yu was considering whether to change the subject...

Lin Xiaoxiao, who was ahead of her, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Followed by.

She suddenly raised her head!

The disappointment and depression I felt just now vanished in an instant!

A bright light rekindled in those beautiful big eyes!

The ponytail swung in the air in a proud and stubborn arc.

"but!"

Lin Xiaoxiao turned around and put her hands on her hips.

She slightly raised her snow-white chin, looking at Su Yu like a proud little swan.

"Don't think you can get rid of me like this!"

"My talent isn't bad either!"

Su Yu was slightly taken aback.

Looking at the young lady in front of him, whose emotions changed incredibly quickly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Lin Xiaoxiao was extremely pleased with Su Yu's expression.

She gave a soft snort, a smug smile playing on her lips.