"Young Master Nan, how is this Hand Formation? Is there anything amiss?" Shan Ling inquired.
"Overall, there’s no problem, but some subtleties are still not quite fluid," Mu Hanyan replied as she simultaneously learned and demonstrated the Hand Formation.
She had just watched a few times, and repeatedly confirmed the movements in her mind against the Heavenly Heart Technique. The Hand Formations she produced flowed like clouds and water, as if she had practiced them millions of times.
More importantly, with the assistance of the Heavenly Heart Technique, not only did she exert no effort when displaying the Hand Formations, but the qi within her also circulated continuously, enhancing her strength as if she were cultivating. Her face glowed with vigor, looking astoundingly spirited compared to Shan Ling, who was so tired that he was pale and sweating profusely.
Truly, she was a master among masters!
Full of admiration, Shan Ling prostrated himself in respect. Unless one had studied the Star Illusion Thousand Mechanism Technique since childhood, how could one perform so effortlessly? He couldn’t comprehend how she, at such a young age, managed to master such a complex and profound Star Divination Technique.
Little did he know, these Hand Formations had just been learned from him. Even if Mu Hanyan were to tell him so, he would never believe it.
Finally, Shan Ling caught his breath and started practicing the Hand Formation following Mu Hanyan’s lead, paying close attention to the details. Indeed, with these minor adjustments, the previously sluggish and difficult Hand Formations suddenly became much easier, no longer so mentally and physically taxing.
Then came the Hand Formation that had caused Shan Ling to pause midway several times, even coughing up blood as a result. He widened his eyes.
But at the critical moment, Mu Hanyan suddenly stopped.
"Keep going, why did you stop?" Shan Ling urged, frenzied, his feelings mirroring those of Mu Hanyan just moments before.
"The path of cultivation must not rush its progress; only by understanding for oneself can one grasp the essence," Mu Hanyan said solemnly, taking on the role of a mentor.
In reality, she was simply unable to deduce the corresponding Hand Formation from the Star Chart. How could she continue? She was counting on learning from Shan Ling.
"Oh, alright," Shan Ling nodded reluctantly. He had heard similar words from his Master before, so rather than doubting Mu Hanyan, his respect for her deepened.
Little did Mu Hanyan know, her pretense had caused her esteem in Shan Ling’s eyes to soar, almost reaching the level of his celestial Master.
Being a god-man sometimes required talent; some study a lifetime without grasping the basics, while others understand it instinctively. Big Playboy Mu clearly belonged to the latter. No one expected her act to eventually establish her as a prodigious god-man—not even she herself.
"That’s enough for today, you’re tired. Take some rest," Mu Hanyan told Shan Ling.
Of course, she wanted to learn all the Hand Formations in one go, but that was clearly unrealistic. Even if she pushed Shan Ling to death, it would be futile. If she actually worked him to death, from whom would she stealthily learn?
"That’s fine. Should we fill in the rest of the Star Divination Technique?" Shan Ling flipped through a few pages of the thick manual as he spoke to Mu Hanyan. Follow current novels on novel~fire~net
"You haven’t even mastered walking, and you already want to run? Focus on properly learning what you have before we move on. Once you’ve mastered the earlier part, I will naturally teach you the rest," Mu Hanyan said, a bit irritably.
She wouldn’t mind completing all the Star Charts at once, but she was worried that the old man’s greed might drive him to study the later parts prematurely. He was nearly dead from trying the first page; what if he lost control and bled to death while studying the deeper techniques?
As the saying goes, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. This old god-man was now more than just a free long-term worker for the Nanmu Auction House—he was a treasure for her cultivation, and one that was alive at that, a living treasure. She couldn’t afford to lose this treasure.
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