Chapter 44 A Genius Among Geniuses

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: A Genius Among Geniuses

After the elderly, white butler—whose head had been spinning with stress—took his leave once more, Xiao Yu, who had been maintaining her composure in front of an outsider, couldn’t hold it in any longer.

"Pfft, hahaha! Eldest Junior Brother, did you see the butler’s expression? He almost died of worry," the young girl said, clutching her stomach as she collapsed onto the sofa.

Hearing the title "Eldest Junior Brother," Feng Yin looked slightly helpless. "How about you just call me by my name from now on?"

"No way, no way!" Xiao Yu shook her head vigorously. "It wasn’t easy for me to get a junior brother. I have to call you that until I’m satisfied. You should call me Senior Sister too, okay?"

Feng Yin looked down. The young girl was staring up at him with wide, round eyes, her face full of pleading. She was the daughter of a top-tier corporation, a financial backer, and a pillar of support who could help him escape Border Prison Island and even obtain a Celestial Essence identity. However, he was also a man, and he had his dignity...

"Senior Sister."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Xiao Yu beamed with joy and immediately bounded up from the sofa. "Since you’re so sensible, Eldest Junior Brother, I can’t be too stingy. Today, I’ll pass onto you the exclusive Fixed Form of the Gangrou Sect that I’m currently cultivating..."

She sneaked a glance back at Xie Jingyuan, who was still lecturing Xie Yanran and Hong Yuan, then mysteriously covered her mouth with her hand and leaned close to Feng Yin’s ear. "It’s the super ultimate move of Jiao Swordsmanship—Dragon Transformation!"

Feng Yin was speechless. He almost thought that Xie Yanran had been holding out on him, or that there was some ultimate technique of Jiao Swordsmanship that even she didn’t know.

Seeing Feng Yin’s indifferent expression, Xiao Yu’s eyes widened. "What’s with that look? Don’t you know what a Fixed Form is? Then let me tell you, a Fixed Form is..."

Looking at the enthusiastic Xiao Yu, Feng Yin awkwardly raised a hand to interrupt her. "Um... Senior Sister, I already know Dragon Transformation."

"What?!" Xiao Yu cried out in astonishment.

"What?!" Xie Jingyuan, who was seemingly far away, also whipped his head around in surprise to look at Feng Yin.

Evidently, Xie Jingyuan’s five senses were acute enough to hear Feng Yin’s Dragon Transformation Breathing Technique even in a noisy environment, let alone whispers in a quiet suite. He then looked at Xie Yanran in front of him, his expression tinged with anger. "Yanran, how could you be so reckless? Feng Yin has only been learning the sword for a few days. Even if he is an Innate Martial Artist, teaching him the Dragon Transformation Breathing Technique is one thing, but how could you impart the Dragon Transformation Form to him as well?"

Xie Yanran shrank her neck slightly and stammered, "Feng Yin... his talent is truly very high... much higher than that of an ordinary Innate Martial Artist."

Despite being a woman nearing forty, she currently looked like a little girl who had been caught skipping school by her father.

"Even so, you still can’t do that! This is pure nonsense!" Xie Jingyuan slammed his hand on the table, quickly stood up, and approached Feng Yin. "Feng Yin, give me your hand!"

Seeing his serious demeanor, Feng Yin obediently extended his hand. "Master, I’m fine..."

"It’s not up to you to say whether you’re fine or not," Xie Jingyuan said coldly, his fingers already resting on Feng Yin’s pulse.

He felt it for over ten seconds. Sensing only that Feng Yin’s vitality and blood were vigorous and powerful, with no signs of being hollow on the inside, he couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. The kid probably hadn’t used Dragon Transformation too many times and hadn’t damaged the foundation of his physique yet.

Afterward, he looked at Feng Yin and said earnestly, "Give it a try. Use Dragon Transformation."

"Oh..." Feng Yin inhaled slightly and began to adjust his breathing rhythm.

Beside him, Xie Jingyuan was still guiding, "You’re still not very familiar with it. If you can’t activate it, don’t force it—"

His voice suddenly halted, and his eyes trembled slightly.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP—

Amidst the high-frequency sound of a beating heart that was audible to the naked ear, the blood vessels all over Feng Yin’s body bulged, and a bloody hue surfaced on his skin. Light flowed within his pupils, hiding a patch of dark red deep inside. His hair even seemed to stand on end slightly due to the contracting pores on his scalp.

Even though he looked like a fierce demon, he gazed calmly at Xie Jingyuan. "Master, is this okay?"

Xie Jingyuan’s pupils quivered. Suppressing his shock, he immediately held his breath and concentrated on feeling Feng Yin’s pulse.

Off to the side, Xiao Yu had long since covered her mouth, forcefully holding back the urge to scream. If she remembered correctly, just a moment ago, how long did this Eldest Junior Brother say he had been learning the sword?

Half a month?!

Half a month, and he could activate Dragon Transformation in three seconds? She had joined the sect a year earlier than Feng Yin, yet she still had to spend ages trying to find the right feeling to activate Dragon Transformation, and even then, she wasn’t guaranteed to succeed!

Was there any justice left in the world?!

She trained extremely hard, too! Moreover, her master had said she possessed extraordinary talent and Innate Divine Power, making her the perfect candidate to learn Gangliu Jiao Swordsmanship!

Then what on earth was Feng Yin? Did he have a cheat code?

About ten seconds later, Xie Jingyuan let out a long breath and told Feng Yin, "Alright, deactivate Dragon Transformation."

Feng Yin nodded and silently adjusted his breathing rhythm. The abnormalities in his body slowly recovered along with it.

Xie Jingyuan’s eyes gleamed brightly as he asked, "How do you feel sustaining this Dragon Transformation State?"

Feng Yin thought for a moment and answered honestly, "It’s alright. If it’s not accompanied by the use of Jiao Swordsmanship, the burden isn’t too heavy."

The corners of Xie Jingyuan’s mouth curled up even higher. "And if you use Jiao Swordsmanship? How long can you maintain maximum output?"

Feng Yin recalled for a moment. "My limit is roughly twenty seconds, maybe?"

"Good!" Xie Jingyuan released his grip on Feng Yin’s wrist and laughed heartily. "A genius! A true genius!"

He turned to look at Xie Yanran, his attitude taking a massive 180-degree turn. "Yanran, you have truly brought me a tremendous surprise. Feng Yin’s talent is in no way inferior to those prodigies at the headquarters!"

Xie Yanran also breathed a sigh of relief. "Master, I told you I wouldn’t lie to you. Feng Yin’s constitution and talent are the cream of the crop. Even among Innate Martial Artists, he is an anomaly."

"This trip was entirely worth it. Worth it, indeed." Xie Jingyuan slowly paced back and forth, then looked at Feng Yin again. "Do you really remember nothing at all?"

He was somewhat afraid that Feng Yin might be the lost bloodline of some special family in Celestial Essence. If someone came looking for him later, it would cause unnecessary trouble.

Feng Yin slowly shook his head. "Aside from my name, I essentially can’t remember a thing..."

"Feng Yin, Feng..." Xie Jingyuan frowned in thought. "Among the martial artist families with such a profound foundation in the Celestial Essence Country, there are none with the surname Feng..."

He pondered bitterly for a long time before suddenly clapping his hands. "I won’t overthink it. In short, I am absolutely taking you on as my disciple. If you ever recover your memories in the future, just don’t toss aside our bond as master and disciple."

At this moment, this Absolute Powerhouse’s eyes were so resolute that it looked as if he were about to slay a god. Upon encountering a seedling with such heaven-defying aptitude like Feng Yin, no expert could resist the temptation to take him as a disciple.

Feng Yin knew his own situation perfectly well. He had experienced "Body Transmigration," not "Soul Transmigration." It was absolutely impossible for him to be a member of any family or faction in this world.

Xie Jingyuan’s worries were purely redundant. However, he couldn’t say that out loud. At this moment, he could only solemnly guarantee to Xie Jingyuan, "Master, you can rest assured. If I call you my master for a single day, you will be my master for a lifetime."

Xie Jingyuan instantly burst into satisfied laughter. "Good, good, good! Today is truly the happiest day I’ve had in half a lifetime."

Off to the side, seeing Xie Jingyuan’s joyous demeanor, Xiao Yu couldn’t help but curl her lips. He had clearly told her to her face that the day he took her in as a disciple was the "happiest day." How long had it been since then? Yet he was already loving the new and discarding the old.

Heh, men!

The young girl’s resentful gaze shifted to Feng Yin’s peaceful face, and once again, she found it somewhat hard to look away.

Tsk, with her Eldest Junior Brother’s face looking like that, it was truly difficult for her to hate him...

Xiao Yu, oh Xiao Yu.

You’re far too easily swayed!