Super War God in the City

"What form have you reached in your cultivation?" Ling Fan asked.

"The Seventh Style!" Bei Rushuang glanced at Ling Fan and replied.

Ling Fan, as if he had anticipated it, "Hmm, your master must be stuck at the Eleventh Form and cannot advance, right?"

The color drained from Bei Rushuang's face, and she scoffed disdainfully, "It must be the Family Head who told you this, always playing with mysteries!"

Ling Fan just smiled and did not explain. The Shenmen Thirteen Swords had issues with the last three styles after the Seventh Style, and though the Seventh Style itself was okay, the last three were the most powerful, but he estimated that no one in the Qiao Family could master them.

The creator of this swordsmanship, though a genius of rare talent, had only theorized the last three styles and died before he could complete them. The generations that followed did not seek enlightenment but merely practiced blindly, it was no wonder they couldn't master it.

"The essence of this sword technique focuses on cultivating stillness to reach the void, maintaining deep tranquility; nothing wrong there. However, for this Seventh Style, why not try reversing it by controlling the energy through motion?" Ling Fan advised.

Hearing this, Bei Rushuang was skeptical, but she immediately twirled her sword and started from the beginning.

When she reached the Seventh Style, as per Ling Fan's instruction, it flowed smoothly without any previous impedance or discord, and she managed a breakthrough right into the Eighth Style!

Bei Rushuang's face was completely dumbfounded, and she stood frozen, unsure of what to do next!

"This..." Her beautiful eyes unconsciously turned towards Ling Fan, filled with shock.

"How about that, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Ling Fan chuckled softly.

Looking at the stunned Bei Rushuang, he leisurely said, "It's not just the Seventh Style; the following styles are incorrect too. If your master keeps practicing blindly, he could do so for a lifetime without success!"

Bei Rushuang was completely dumbfounded, and it took her a long while to come to her senses, finally managing to say, "Can... can I ask you to teach me the sword technique?"

"If you wish, I see no issue. It's merely a matter of giving you a few tips; there's no harm in that!" Ling Fan nodded.

Bei Rushuang's face flushed with excitement, and she promptly bowed in gratitude, "Thank you, Protector, for your guidance!"

Ling Fan sat down on a stone bench and shook his head, "I'm not used to being called Protector; it feels too formal. Call me Big Brother, I'm Ling Fan!"

"Yes, Brother Fan!" Bei Rushuang immediately smiled joyfully. She had not expected this protector appointed by the Family Head to be so approachable and utterly devoid of pretenses.

She immediately moved closer to Ling Fan, "Brother Fan, could you please give me some guidance on the later techniques?"

Ling Fan looked at the beautiful young girl in front of him and felt a playful urge. A day without a bit of teasing would be so dull!

He cleared his throat lightly, "My shoulders are a bit sore, and you haven't yet offered me any tea as a gesture of respect for teaching; after giving you such a great opportunity, shouldn't you show some gratitude?"

Bei Rushuang's cheeks turned red; she had never been in close contact with a man before, but thinking back to his previous guidance, it truly was a tremendous favor!

Massaging his shoulders was hardly too much to ask for, mainly since she realized Ling Fan was just teasing her. She lowered her head and moved behind Ling Fan, starting to gently knead his shoulders.

This scene was just spotted by two Qiao Family disciples out for morning exercise. Bei Rushuang was considered a goddess among the disciples of the Qiao Family, and every morning a few of them secretly watched her practice swordsmanship.

However, the two disciples who came today did not find Bei Rushuang practicing her sword techniques but witnessed this unbelievable scene instead.
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"Fuck, what... what's going on?" One of them was immediately dumbfounded.

The other was also stunned. Bei Rushuang, along with Lei Yao and Yu Chan, were the three great beauties of the Qiao Family, and they typically showed no interest toward men.

Not to mention others, even Chief Elder's direct disciple Cao Teng had pursued Bei Rushuang many times and always returned empty-handed. Yet now, she was actually massaging a man?

Yesterday, I heard that the Family Head brought a strange man back to his sleeping quarters and even let him stay overnight. Early this morning I discovered Bei Rushuang massaging his back. Have two of the three ice goddesses of the Qiao Family, other than Protector Lei, fallen under a spell or what?

"Brother Fan, how's the pressure? Still comfortable?" Bei Rushuang, undistracted by thoughts, was solely focused on the swordsmanship tips from Ling Fan and massaged with great concentration.

"Crack!"

Upon hearing this, another person felt as if their glass heart had shattered into pieces, clutching their chest in agonizing heartache.

"What...Who is this guy? Damn him to hell, daring to make my goddess do such things!"

"And it's the way Bei Rushuang is acting. 'Brother Fan, is it comfortable?' When has the goddess ever spoken to anyone with such ambiguous and gentle words?" Two Qiao family disciples felt like they were going insane.

Just then, four or five more Qiao family disciples appeared, as they were accustomed to taking a walk here after getting up in the morning. Seeing the goddess' mood for the day was always great!

But right now, what they saw was not a great mood but stunned expressions and shattered glass hearts all over the ground.

"Damn it, who the fuck is this asshole, and why does the goddess massage his shoulders? I'm going to chop him up!" one of the newcomers burst out in indignation.

"Shit, normally we even have to keep our distance just to glance at the goddess, and this jerk dares to be so frivolous. This is unbearable!" another added angrily.

"Wait...this guy seems to be that Guest Official Protector appointed by the Family Head!" someone recognized Ling Fan and gasped in shock.

"What Protector? I'll protect him my ass...what... did you say? He's the one the Family Head brought into the sleeping quarters?" the previous speaker stood dumbfounded.

"I was right outside the hall yesterday. I saw it with my own eyes. There's no mistake!"

"This jerk, why does he get the Family Head's favor and have Goddess Rushuang flirt so closely? Just you wait, don't be too cocky. What goes around comes around!" another clenched his fists and swore through gritted teeth.

Ling Fan, completely unbothered, ignored the resentment of the distant few, thinking smugly to himself, "Damn it, let them target me and choke on their rage!"

Lei Yao was disturbed early in the morning by the secretive noise outside, and upon stepping out the door, she was shocked by the scene before her.

There she saw her beloved disciple massaging the back of the newly appointed Guest Official Protector. She blinked in disbelief as she knew her disciple well—always self-respecting and modest. When had she become so casual?

Right then, Ling Fan beckoned Bei Rushuang with a curl of his finger.

"Brother Fan, what is it?" Bei Rushuang asked curiously.

"Come closer with your ear. I have something to tell you," Ling Fan said seriously.

Seeing Ling Fan's earnest expression, Bei Rushuang, as if possessed, obediently leaned in with her ear.

Ling Fan whispered into her ear, and Bei Rushuang could even feel Ling Fan's breath puffing against her ear, sending shivers down her body and blushes spreading from her cheeks to her ears.

"Did you get that? The technique is passed to those destined to receive it; how much you comprehend is up to you," Bei Rushuang immediately started muttering, afraid she might forget.

This scene, witnessed by all, was simply too much; they only saw the two intimately positioned, whispering softly, nearly cheek to cheek!

"Damn it, has it come to this? Publicly and unabashedly at that, scattering dog food! Don't they let us single dogs live anymore!" The crowd was on the verge of breakdown.

Just then, unbeknownst to them, a tall young man had been standing behind them, having witnessed the previous act, his eyes nearly bursting with rage.

After a stunned silence that lasted a full five seconds, he suddenly burst out shouting, "Fuck this shit, clear off! Daring to defile my goddess, I want you dead!"