I Can Copy the Talents of All Creatures

Chen Yu was quite surprised. "Is that so? I heard he mastered our master’s Calamity Sword technique, but I didn’t realize the kid was that reckless. What happened then?"

"The cultist died, and he was half-dead. If I hadn’t been nearby, they would have taken each other out. My abilities could only keep him alive. If it weren’t for how advanced martial medicine is now, the little guy would have been crippled for life."

Chen Yu nodded. "He didn’t disgrace us. Still, he needs to be taught a lesson. Let’s have him soak for another two days. Although his injuries are basically healed and all he needs is rest, a couple of extra days won’t hurt." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Yu Fei swam back and forth in the tank, completely unaware that in the blink of an eye, his sentence had just been extended by two days.

"By the way, when is Yan Sea coming back?"

Chen Yu had been overjoyed when Yan Sea contacted him that day. Yan Sea’s whereabouts had been unknown for years. Chen Yu had wanted to go look for him, but as the director of the Tianchen Military Hospital, he was swamped with duties and couldn’t get away. He had asked others to search, but there was never any news.

That day, Yan Sea had told him he’d found an heir for the Calamity Sword technique, but the boy was severely injured and needed an emergency medevac flight. Chen Yu arranged it immediately and personally performed Yu Fei’s surgery afterward.

After the surgery, Yan Sea left with the report, barely exchanging a few words.

Su Yue checked the time.

"He said he’d arrive at three, but it’s already five. He should be here soon."

Just as they were speaking, a knock came at the door. Yan Sea had arrived.

"What took you so long?"

Su Yue stepped forward, took Yan Sea’s backpack, and hung it to the side as she asked.

Yan Sea gave a bitter smile and explained, "I ran into a thunderstorm. I had no choice but to take an unlicensed cab, so I’m a little late."

A curious look appeared on Chen Yu’s face.

"An unlicensed cab? I forgot to tell you, they opened a direct underground express train last year. A thousand-yuan ticket gets you here from the airport in just two hours."

Hearing this, Yan Sea’s expression darkened even more.

"So, how much did you pay?"

Su Yue asked curiously.

Yan Sea gritted his teeth. "Eight thousand..."

"HAHAHA..."

Joyful laughter from the two of them filled the hospital room.

"You big goof... And you call yourself a Grandmaster."

Yan Sea waved his hand helplessly and sighed. In all his life, he’d suffered his fair share of losses when it came to everyday matters.

Looking at the excited Yu Fei in the tank, Yan Sea asked, "By the way, how is Yu Fei’s recovery coming along?"

"Let him soak for another two days. It’ll be good for him."

Chen Yu continued, "We martial brothers haven’t seen each other in years. Let’s get together tonight, you and Su Yue. I’ll arrange for someone to be on watch here. Don’t worry, it’s no big deal."

With that, the group left.

Yu Fei’s heart sank.

"1... 109... 3,526..."

Since waking up, he had been soaking in the tank for two whole weeks. That was long enough to pickle garlic. He felt like a stupid bubble-fish.

From that day on, Yu Fei added a new activity to his most-hated list: swimming.

After getting out of the tank, he had to follow Mr. Chen’s instructions: no strenuous activity, no circulating his Qi Blood, and just lie there obediently. It would probably take about a month for him to fully recover.

"A Martial Artist’s greatest enemy is always themself. You have to understand the limits of your own abilities. Don’t be greedy for glory, don’t be reckless. Your life is your own..."

Yu Fei stared blankly at the ceiling. Su Yue had been bombarding him with this for two days. ’Why has the graceful and generous madam I knew before turned into this?’

’How can she drone on and on about one simple idea, using different words every time but saying the exact same thing?’

Su Yue was doing it entirely on purpose. Although the kid had helped Yan Sea eliminate his obsession, allowing him to advance to the Grandmaster realm without any lingering worries, he was also the sole heir to the Calamity Sword technique. If anything happened to him, who knew if her own big goof would go crazy? That was why she was so painstakingly trying to drill some caution into him.

She would rather Yu Fei live a long, safe life than have him get into any more trouble. But this was a thought she couldn’t say out loud.

Just as Yu Fei’s spirit was about to break under the strain, things took a turn for the better.

Mr. Tang, Mr. Kong, Han Qiubai, Tao Lang, and their group arrived.

Of course, Yu Fei only saw Mr. Kong and Han Qiubai.

The moment he saw Su Yue leave the room, the light returned to Yu Fei’s eyes.

"Senior, welcome! Thank you so much for coming. And hello to you, honored Senior."

"Hahaha, not a bad kid. Quite polite," Kong Sheng said with a happy laugh.

Han Qiubai introduced him from the side. "This is a Sword Dao Grandmaster from our Yuqing University. He also holds a position in the military. This is Mr. Kong, the Soul-Breaking Sword."

Yu Fei’s eyes lit up at her words. This was the second Grandmaster he had met up close. He immediately tried to struggle out of bed, but Kong Sheng pushed him back down with one hand.

"No need for that, young man. You should focus on your recovery. Qiubai told me about the battle that day. Your contribution was indispensable."

Kong Sheng greatly admired the young man before him. During that downpour, whether it was killing sixteen cultists in a row at the high school or turning to engage in a life-or-death battle with an Inner Qi Realm enemy, the decisiveness, wisdom, and killing intent he displayed had earned him the deep approval of a fellow Sword Cultivator.

On the path of the Martial Dao, millions study the sword, but only a handful ever truly achieve something. Those with a pure heart for it are even rarer.

In Kong Sheng’s eyes, Yu Fei was a born Sword Cultivator. Even if he hadn’t practiced the Calamity Sword technique, his future achievements would have been significant. When Mr. Lanren was alive, he had met other Martial Artists who used the Calamity Sword technique, but they were a far cry from Yu Fei.

It wasn’t the Calamity Sword technique that was strong, but the young man himself. It had nothing to do with the Cultivation Technique or a sharp blade, but with his spirit.

"What’s wrong? You seem down. Is it because of your injuries?"

With his discerning eyes, Kong Sheng could tell at a glance that something was off about Yu Fei’s state.