Martial Ascendancy (Wu Dao Jue Qi) - 5.3 - The Secluded Training of Sheng Hanzhen Part 1

When the mountain winds softened, and the echoes of laughter faded, Huo Yulian hugged Hanxu tightly.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo2HiuWYnMM
“Don’t die of boredom without me, alright?” Yulian joked, but his voice trembled. “When you come out, I’ll be stronger too. Then we’ll fight again, fair and square.”

Hanxu grinned, trying to hide his sadness. “You better keep that promise.”

They pulled apart. Then Yulian turned and left down the stone path, his figure shrinking beneath the falling dusk.

And when silence finally returned to the courtyard, Xing Liuyue stood waiting.

“Are you ready, Ah Zhen?” he asked quietly.

Hanxu straightened, determination burning in his eyes. “Yes, Father.”

The next morning, the gates of Tianlong’s secluded valley closed behind them.

No sound, no visitors — only wind, water, and two swords.

For the first few days, Liuyue said little. He only watched — how Hanxu breathed, how he stumbled, how he rose again.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIkD04KEpMg
When Hanxu’s stance faltered, Liuyue corrected him with a flick of the blade; when Hanxu grew impatient, Liuyue simply turned away and said, “A sword with a restless heart cuts only air.”

But as days became weeks, and weeks turned into seasons, Liuyue began to speak — not as a father, but as a master.

First Lesson: The Breeze

It was spring when he said, “If life has no breeze, then be the breeze.”

Hanxu looked puzzled. “What does that mean?”

Liuyue smiled faintly. “The breeze moves the world, yet it leaves no trace. When you wield your sword, be like that — unseen, but everywhere. When life offers you no way, make your own.”

That day, Liuyue had him train blindfolded on the mountain ridge, listening for the wind.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh9YEJjz1p8
Hanxu’s sword followed the breeze until it cut through falling petals — silent, fluid, alive.

He understood.

Second Lesson: The Glow

Months later, under a sky of thunder, Liuyue forged a new sword for him. The blade shimmered faintly in the dim light — a quiet radiance like moonlight reflected on snow.

“This sword,” Liuyue said, “will mirror your heart. It shall be called Liuyao — the Flowing Radiance.”

Hanxu held the sword with trembling hands. “Liuyao…”

“If life has no glow,” Liuyue continued, “then be the glow. Never undervalue yourself, Ah Zhen. Light is not given — it’s created.”

That night, Hanxu trained beneath rain and lightning, every strike carving sparks into darkness until the blade itself gleamed with its own faint luminescence.

He was no longer chasing light — he had become it.

Third Lesson: The Fire

By the next winter, his strikes grew fierce — impatient, burning with frustration whenever he failed.

Liuyue stopped him. “Ah Zhen,” he said, “if there is a problem, don’t step back. Otherwise, before you realize, you’ll be swallowed by that fire.”

He placed his palm over Hanxu’s chest. “This flame is your will. But without control, it destroys. Learn when to burn — and when to be still.”

That day, Hanxu meditated under snowfall. His breath steadied, his sword stopped trembling.24Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmoSnllNOpp
When he opened his eyes, even the snow seemed to fall slower around him.

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