Chapter 233
The school leader was indeed different. None of the elders had dared to talk about the Realm of Beasts around Jiang Chen, since they were afraid he would blame the school for not rescuing him.
“Leader, it sounds like you weren’t confident enough in me,” Jiang Chen joked.
Su Xiuyi smiled and asked, “Do you blame the school for having done nothing to rescue you?”
“It wasn’t the school’s fault that I didn’t come back in time. It would have been a great favor if the school had rescued me, but it makes sense that you didn’t.” Jiang Chen said.
Su Xiuyi looked surprised. He invited Jiang Chen to sit down.
“Do you know why I called you over?” Su Xiuyi asked.
“I’m guessing you’re going to teach me the most important martial arts techniques and methods of the Natural Law School,” Jiang Chen joked.
“Of course,” Jiang Chen nodded and said.
So, Su Xiuyi told him his story.
He had been the eldest young lord of an aristocratic family before becoming the leader of the Natural Law School.
“I didn’t know my family was a member of the Board of Elders, which is to say, my ancestors started the Natural Law School.
“When I was young, I didn’t understand why my father forced me to practice. I knew it was important to be powerful, but why couldn’t I enjoy any leisure time except eating and sleeping?”
He smiled as he spoke, as if he had gone back to his past.
People won’t realize what a wonderful period youth is until they look back, no matter how they hated it when they were young.
“I didn’t even have time to relax when I gained my great achievement. My father immediately forced me to recognize the Knife Saint of the Fire Field as my master. I couldn’t accept my fate being controlled and manipulated by others, so I started to resist my father secretly. I stopped using my right hand and started to use my left hand to study knife methods from the Knife Saint.”
He glanced at Jiang Chen’s left hand, apparently aware that Jiang Chen was a left-handed swordsman.
“My master was called Knife Saint, but he was actually a bad-tempered old man. I was his first apprentice.
“Soon, my apprentice brother came. He was an extremely stubborn youngster.
“He wanted to recognize the old man as his master, but the old man said he wasn’t talented enough and refused to teach him. I knew it was only because my apprentice brother was poor. He was wearing shabby clothes.
“Then it was the same old stuff. He knelt down and refused to stand up, in the hopes of moving the old man with his sincerity.
“It certainly didn’t work. Six months passed. He was living there, sleeping there, eating there, and kneeling there.”
“I knew sincerity meant nothing to the old man. It was bullsh*t to him. It just didn’t work.
“So, I tried to persuade my apprentice brother to go back, but he refused.
“He looked so persistent, so I told him I would teach him knife methods. I can still recall his face at that moment.
“I thought the old man was ignorant of what was going on, but he had actually given us his unspoken permission.
“I started to practice hard, since my silly apprentice brother had great talent; if my knife movements weren’t good enough, he wouldn’t be satisfied. It didn’t take him long to catch up with me and my left-handed knife movements.
“I asked him why he was working so hard. He told me he wanted to be the greatest knife wielder ever.”