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Chapter 493: A Reflection
🕑 Added 2025-08-20 20:00:06 +0000 UTCFeng Tianyu sat on the stone steps outside his meditation chamber, staring out at the training grounds below. The sun cast long shadows across the practice areas where disciples went through their forms, their movements creating a rhythm that had once brought him comfort. Now it just reminded him of how empty everything felt.
A week had passed since that day at the Iron Body Temple. A week since he'd learned that Wu Shenlong was dead, had been dead for who knows how long while Feng had been preparing for their final confrontation. A week since that young man, Jinghui, had defeated him so thoroughly that Feng still felt the phantom aches from his broken ribs.
"Decades spent chasing someone who's not even here anymore."
His own words echoed in his memory, bitter and hollow. Fifty-one years of rivalry, of pushing himself to reach Wu Shenlong's level, of documenting every defeat and analyzing every technique. All of it meaningless now.
A warm weight settled against his leg, and Feng looked down to see brown eyes gazing up at him with what looked like concern. The dog he'd found on his aimless wandering after leaving the Iron Body Temple had somehow learned to read his moods.
"Morning, Steady," Feng said, reaching down to rub behind the dog's ears. The animal leaned into his touch, tail giving a tentative wag.
He'd named the dog Steady because that's what it had shown him in those first few days. When Feng had found the creature limping along a mountain path, half-starved and nursing what looked like claw marks from some spirit beast, it had still tried to wag its tail. Still looked at him with hope instead of fear.
"You know what your problem is?" Jinghui's voice drifted back to him from that day. "You're so focused on being second to Wu Shenlong that you've never asked yourself what you actually want to accomplish. What if instead of chasing someone else's shadow, you found your own path to help people?"
At the time, Feng had barely registered the words. He'd been too lost in grief over his lifelong rival's death, too broken by the realization that everything he'd worked for was pointless. But as the days passed, those words had started to take root.
What did he want to accomplish?
For the first three days after returning to the Unyielding Stone Sect, Feng had thrown himself into an impossible project. If he couldn't fight Wu Shenlong anymore, maybe he could find a new kind of challenge. Something no one had ever achieved before.
The dog was clearly a sighs from the heavens showing him a new path so he had decided to teach Steady martial arts.
The attempt had been... ambitious. And completely unsuccessful.
Feng Tianyu's first attempt had been to teach Steady the basic Unyielding Stone stance. He'd demonstrated the position dozens of times, trying to coax the dog into mimicking his posture. Steady had watched like he understood what Feng was teaching him, only to then promptly roll over and demand belly rubs.
His second attempt involved trying to guide the dog's spiritual energy using his own Martial Aura. He'd placed his hands on Steady’s sides and carefully channeled his Heaven-Breaking cultivation, hoping to awaken some latent beast potential. The dog had fallen asleep.
By the fourth day, Feng Tianyu had been reduced to throwing sticks and hoping the dog would somehow intuitively grasp the principles of projectile combat. Steady had retrieved the sticks enthusiastically, but showed no signs of martial enlightenment.
That had been the end of his grand plan to revolutionize martial arts by teaching animals. But somehow, the failure hadn't felt crushing the way his losses to Wu Shenlong always had. Instead, he'd realized that he'd gained something more valuable than a martial arts breakthrough.
He hadn't gained a pet or a training partner.
He gained a friend.
Someone who was genuinely happy to see him every morning.
Someone who didn't care about his cultivation level or his win-loss record or whether he'd ever measure up to the great Wu Shenlong.
"Maybe that's enough," Feng murmured, scratching under Steady's chin. "Maybe having one friend who thinks I'm worthwhile is better than a thousand victories."
A commotion from the training grounds below caught his attention. Two young disciples, maybe ten years old, faced each other in one of the practice circles. Even from this distance, Feng could tell they were mismatched.
The boy on the left wore simple homespun robes, the kind that marked him as coming from a farming village. His stance was earnest but unrefined, the product of maybe six months of basic training. The boy on the right wore silk robes with embroidered patterns that marked him as clan-born. His stance showed the kind of foundational perfection that came from having private tutors since childhood.
"Let’s see how the boy fares this time," Feng said to Steady, who had also turned to watch the spectacle below.
The village boy attacked first, throwing a basic Straight Punch that telegraphed itself from halfway across the circle. The clan boy sidestepped easily and countered with a perfect Palm Strike that sent his opponent tumbling backward.
The village boy got up, shook his head to clear it, and immediately took his fighting stance again.
The second exchange lasted about three seconds longer. The village boy had learned from the first attempt and kept his guard higher, but the clan boy simply switched to a low kick that swept his legs. Down he went again.
Up again. Back into stance. Ready for round three.
Feng found himself leaning forward. He'd seen this pattern before somewhere.
The third attempt showed marginal improvement. The village boy had learned to watch for the low kick and managed to avoid it, but left himself open to an elbow strike that put him on the ground once more.
"You're making tiny adjustments," Feng said quietly, though the boys below couldn't hear him. "Each time, you're learning something new."
The village boy climbed to his feet again, breathing hard but not discouraged. He bowed to his opponent with perfect courtesy, despite the embarrassing series of defeats.
"Tomorrow," the village boy called out, his voice carrying clearly in the morning air. "I'll challenge you again tomorrow, Senior Brother. I'll be better tomorrow."
The clan boy nodded with what looked like genuine respect. "I'll be waiting, Junior Brother. Keep working hard."
As the two boys separated, Feng felt something stir in his chest. A recognition that went deeper than just observing a training session.
"Steady," he said to the dog, "do you see what I see?"
Steady looked up at him, then back down at the departing village boy, and gave a single sharp bark. The dog's tail was wagging, as if it approved of what they'd witnessed.
For the past week, Feng had been coming out here every morning around this time. And every morning, he'd seen the same thing. The village boy would challenge the clan boy, get defeated quickly, then promise to return the next day for another attempt.
To most observers, it probably looked futile. The village boy was clearly outmatched in terms of training, resources, and natural talent. Each defeat was swift and decisive. But Feng saw something else.
He saw himself at twelve years old, challenging Wu Shenlong for the first time and losing in seconds. He saw himself at thirteen, trying again with the same result. At fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, each defeat teaching him something new even as it broke his heart.
The difference was that this village boy didn't seem to be breaking. Each morning he came back with the same determined expression, the same willingness to face certain defeat for the chance to learn something new.
"He's not getting discouraged," Feng said to Steady. "Look at his posture. Yesterday he was dropping his left shoulder before attacking. Today he kept it level for three exchanges before falling into the old habit. Tomorrow, he'll probably keep it level for four."
Steady barked again, as if agreeing with this assessment.
Feng stood up, his decision made. Jinghui's words came back to him: "What if instead of chasing someone else's shadow, you found your own path to help people?"
Maybe he couldn't teach martial arts to dogs. Maybe he'd never get his victory over Wu Shenlong. But maybe there was something else he could do. Someone else he could help.
"Come on, Steady," Feng said, starting down the steps. "Let's go meet our new student."
The village boy was sitting by himself near the edge of the training ground, examining his scraped knuckles with the patient attention of someone used to minor injuries. He looked up as Feng approached, and his eyes went wide with recognition.
"Elder Feng!" The boy scrambled to his feet and dropped into the deepest bow he could manage. "Forgive me if I was too loud during practice! I didn't mean to disturb your meditation!"
The other disciples in the area had also noticed Feng's approach. Several of them stopped their own training to stare, probably wondering why a Heaven-Breaking Realm elder was walking over to talk to the weakest student in their group.
Feng ignored the attention from the other students and focused on the boy in front of him. Up close, he could see the dedication written in every line of the kid's body. Calluses on his knuckles from hitting practice posts. Muscle definition that spoke of hours spent on conditioning exercises. Most telling of all, the eager light in his eyes that said he genuinely loved what he was doing.
"What's your name?" Feng asked.
"Liu Zhao, Elder," the boy replied, still maintaining his bow. "I'm from Palmfield Village, and I've been training here for seven months."
"Liu Zhao," Feng repeated, testing the name. "Tell me, Liu Zhao, why do you keep challenging your senior brother every morning?"
The boy straightened slightly, confusion flickering across his face. "To get better, Elder. Each time we fight, I learn something new about my weaknesses. Senior Brother Wang is very skilled, so fighting him teaches me faster than practicing forms alone."
"And how many times have you lost to him?"
"Twenty-three times, Elder." Liu Zhao didn't sound ashamed of this record. "But yesterday I lasted five seconds longer than the day before, and I managed to block his first attack."
Feng felt his smile growing. "And tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow I'll try to block his first two attacks," Liu Zhao said with absolute confidence. "Every day, I get a little bit better."
Perfect. This was exactly what Feng had been looking for.
"Liu Zhao," Feng said, "how would you like some additional training? I have some experience with facing stronger opponents repeatedly."
The boy's eyes went so wide that Feng worried they might fall out of his head. "You... you want to teach me? But Elder, I'm just a village boy. I don't have any special talent or clan techniques. I'm probably the weakest student in the entire sect."
"Special talent is overrated," Feng said, thinking of his own decades of struggle. "What matters is whether you're willing to keep getting back up when someone knocks you down. Are you?"
"Yes, Elder!" Liu Zhao's enthusiasm was infectious. "I'll work harder than anyone! I'll never give up!"
Steady chose that moment to trot over and sniff Liu Zhao's hand. The boy looked down at the dog with surprise, then carefully reached out to pet its head. Steady's tail wagged approvingly.
"Looks like you've been approved," Feng said. "Steady here is an excellent judge of character."
Liu Zhao grinned, his whole face lighting up. "Is this your dog, Elder? He's beautiful."
"He's my friend," Feng corrected. "And if you're going to be my student, he'll be your friend too.”
"Really?" Liu Zhao looked between Feng and Steady with an expression of pure joy.
The simple happiness in the boy's voice made something tight in Feng's chest finally loosen. For the first time since learning of Wu Shenlong's death, he felt like he was moving toward something instead of just running away from loss.
"Really," Feng confirmed. "Now come on. Let's head back to my quarters and start your first lesson."
As they walked across the training ground, Feng noticed the stares and whispers from other disciples. A few of the older students looked confused about why a Heaven-Breaking elder would take interest in the sect's weakest member. Others seemed almost offended, as if Feng was somehow lowering himself.
Feng didn't care. For fifty-one years, he'd defined himself by his relationship to Wu Shenlong's achievements. Always second place, always catching up, always measuring his worth against someone else's shadow.
Maybe it was time to find out what he could accomplish when he stopped chasing and started leading.
"Elder Feng," Liu Zhao said as they climbed the stone steps toward the elder quarters, "can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Why did you choose me? There are lots of disciples who are stronger and more talented."
Feng paused at the top of the steps, looking back at the training ground where Liu Zhao would face the disciple Wang again tomorrow morning. He thought about all the times he'd been told he would never measure up to Wu Shenlong, all the defeats he'd endured, all the moments when giving up would have been easier.
"Because," Feng said, opening the door to his quarters, "I know what it's like to lose twenty-three times and still want to try again. And I think you're going to surprise everyone with how far that attitude can take you."
Steady barked once and trotted inside, as if agreeing with this assessment.
Liu Zhao followed them in with wonder written all over his face, already looking like he was ready to absorb whatever lesson came next.
For the first time in a week, Feng Tianyu felt hopeful about tomorrow.
Comments
RedFaux
Oh man this comment gut punched me
Jamarr
This chapter was beautiful!
Jean Clinet
Maybe Wu Shenlong did reincarnate, as Steady.
Ekko
Tftc What a beautiful note to end on. One chapter of his life ended, but he's ready to open up a new chapter and look at what he gained, not what was lost
