Chương 481: Chapter 480: Lesson 1 - Martial Aura

I sat cross-legged on the meditation mat, watching the afternoon sunlight filter through the training room's single window. This chamber was different from the waterfall cave where I'd nearly gotten myself killed earlier. Larger, more formal, with proper formation arrays carved into the stone walls for containing spiritual energy fluctuations. The kind of place where serious martial arts instruction happened. Three hours had passed since my confrontation with Master Hong.

The excuse he had come up with for Jinghui's sudden breakthrough was actually pretty clever. He'd told the other elders that Jinghui had discovered a hidden cultivation manual left behind by his deceased parents. According to the story, the manual contained a special technique for rapid advancement that could only be activated by someone with Jinghui's specific bloodline.

The technique supposedly burned through years of accumulated potential all at once, explaining both the dramatic physical transformation and the jump to Sect Mastery Realm.

"It's not entirely a lie," Master Hong had explained earlier.

"Your advancement did burn through Jinghui's accumulated potential. I simply omitted the part about otherworldly assistance." The other elders had accepted the explanation without too much questioning. Apparently, stories of hidden bloodline techniques weren't uncommon in martial arts literature, even if they were usually just fantasy. The fact that Jinghui had always been considered talentless actually helped sell the story. Everyone loved a tale about hidden potential finally awakening.

What really impressed me was how quickly Master Hong had shifted from trying to kill me to actively helping cover up my presence. I suppose when someone you've raised for nine years is involved, pragmatism takes over. The old monk clearly wanted me gone as soon as possible, but he also wanted to make sure Jinghui benefited from our arrangement.

"Since you'll be leaving in a few days anyway," he'd said, "we might as well make the most of it. I'll teach you everything I can about Sect Mastery techniques. The knowledge will stay with Jinghui when you're gone." I'd accepted immediately. This was exactly what I'd been hoping for: direct instruction from an experienced master who could explain the principles behind these advanced martial techniques.

If Azure could analyze how Martial Aura and Martial Echoes worked, maybe we could develop something similar for use back in the Cultivation World. I was more than satisfied with the effect of red sun energy in this realm; the multiple breakthroughs had blown my expectations out of the water. And now that I was no longer an enemy of the realm, I couldn't wait to find out what the others did. But for time being, I had to be patient and learn what I could about Martial Qi from the expert.

The door slid open with barely a whisper of sound and Master Hong entered carrying a wooden tray with two cups of tea.

"Green tea," he said, setting the tray between us and settling into his own meditation position.

"It helps focus the mind for advanced instruction." I picked up one of the cups, inhaling the earthy aroma. The liquid was almost too hot to drink, but I sipped it anyway, feeling the warmth spread through Jinghui's body.

"We don't have much time, so I'll be direct," Master Hong said.

"What exactly do you want to learn?"

"Everything," I said, then caught myself.

"But specifically, I want to understand how these techniques work on a fundamental level. In my realm, we have different methods for achieving similar effects. I'm hoping to compare approaches." Master Hong raised an eyebrow.

"You're remarkably scholarly for an otherworldly invader."

"I prefer to think of myself as an exchange student." That actually got a small smile from him.

"Very well. Let's start with Martial Aura, since you've already manifested one. Can you show it to me." I set down the teacup and closed my eyes, reaching for that crystallized energy around Jinghui's heart. The Martial Aura responded immediately, flowing outward like invisible fire. I could feel it pressing against the walls, the floor, even the air itself. When I opened my eyes, Master Hong was nodding with what looked like approval.

"Not bad for someone who achieved Heartsteel Realm a few hours ago," he admitted.

"Your control is surprisingly stable. But tell me, what do you think Martial Aura actually is?" I considered the question.

"Compressed Martial Qi that's been crystallized through willpower? It responds to intent and can influence the physical world without direct contact."

"Technically correct, but incomplete." Master Hong raised his own hand, and golden light began spiraling around his fingers. Unlike my crude manifestation, his aura moved fluidly, forming complex patterns that shifted and evolved as I watched.

"Martial Aura isn't just compressed energy. It's the physical manifestation of your martial philosophy, your understanding of combat itself." The golden patterns around his hand suddenly sharpened, becoming blade-like. Then they softened into flowing water. Then hardened into geometric shields. Each transformation happened instantaneously, responding to some internal shift in his mindset.

"This is why two Heartsteel cultivators can have completely different aura properties," he continued.

"Your aura reflects who you are as a martial artist. Someone focused on overwhelming offense will produce cutting, piercing effects. Someone dedicated to protection creates barriers and deflection fields." I studied the way his aura moved, trying to understand the underlying principles.

"So, the geometric formations aren't random? They're like a language?"

"Yes. In the Iron Body Temple, we call it the Script of Will. Each cultivator develops their own patterns based on their personal dao and life experiences. My aura carries the concepts of protection, teaching, and patient endurance because those are the principles that define my cultivation." Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. He demonstrated by shifting his aura's structure. The golden light rearranged itself, and suddenly I could feel the concepts he'd described.

Not just see them, but experience them directly. For a moment, I felt completely safe, like nothing in the world could harm me as long as this man was present.

"That's incredible," I breathed.

"You're literally transmitting abstract concepts through energy manipulation."

"Exactly." Master Hong's aura faded back to its baseline golden glow.

"Now, what does your aura tell me about your martial philosophy?" I looked down at the subtle distortions around my own hands. The energy felt dense, heavy, but also strangely adaptable. It didn't have the sharp focus of a dedicated fighter or the defensive solidity of a protector. Instead, it seemed to shift between different states depending on what I was thinking about.

"I'm not sure," I admitted.

"It feels... versatile? Like it's trying to be ready for multiple different approaches."

"Hmm." Master Hong stroked his beard thoughtfully.

"That's unusual. Most martial artists develop a primary focus by the time they reach Heartsteel. Your aura suggests someone with extensive experience in many different combat styles, but no deep specialization in any single approach." That actually made sense. From the top of my head for just different types of energy, I could list qi, red sun energy, blue sun energy, harmonic essence, Xuan Yi, rouqi, and now Martial Qi. And then there were the runes, formations, and calligraphy.

It was clear that I was competent in multiple areas but hadn't really mastered any particular path.

"Is that a weakness?" I asked.

"Not necessarily. Adaptability has its own strengths. But it does make certain advanced techniques more difficult to achieve." Master Hong gestured for me to try manipulating my aura.

"Concentrate on a specific intent. Pick one goal and focus your entire will on achieving it." I thought about protection, imagining my aura as a shield. The energy around my hands thickened slightly, but it felt forced, artificial.

"Try offense," Master Hong suggested. I switched to imagining my aura as a weapon. Again, some change, but nothing dramatic.

"Interesting." Master Hong's eyes narrowed as he studied my attempts.

"Your aura resists specialization. It wants to remain flexible rather than committing to a single approach. That's... not something I've seen at this level before."

"Master," Azure's voice spoke in my mind, "this might be because you're not actually from this world. Your martial philosophy is shaped by cultivation techniques rather than pure martial arts. The aura is trying to reflect that broader foundation." That made sense. My combat experience came from a world where martial prowess was just one aspect of overall cultivation. Of course, my aura would be different from someone who'd focused exclusively on physical combat techniques.

"Can I ask you something?" I said to Master Hong.

"What happens if someone tries to force their aura into a shape that doesn't match their true nature?"

"Qi deviation, usually. Sometimes explosive, sometimes gradual corruption of the energy pathways." Master Hong's expression grew serious.

"Why? Are you considering trying to reshape your fundamental martial nature?"

"No, just curious about the underlying principles." I tried another experiment, this time not forcing my aura toward any particular goal but simply observing how it naturally wanted to move. The energy felt more comfortable this way, flowing in subtle spirals that suggested both offense and defense held in perfect balance.

"Good," Master Hong said, apparently noticing the change.

"You're learning to work with your nature rather than against it. That's the first step toward truly advanced aura manipulation." He stood up smoothly, his own aura expanding to fill the entire room. The golden light was warm but carried an unmistakable sense of authority, the presence of someone accustomed to being obeyed without question.

"Now, let me show you something more advanced. This technique is called Aura Projection. Instead of keeping the energy close to your body, you extend it outward to affect distant targets." Master Hong raised his hand toward the far wall. His golden aura stretched across the room like visible sunlight, moving with deliberate slowness so I could observe the process. When the energy reached the stone wall, it didn't dissipate.

Instead, it seemed to settle into the rock itself, and I watched in fascination as hairline cracks began forming in a perfect spiral pattern.

"The key is maintaining coherent intent across distance," he explained, drawing his aura back.

"Most novices try to force the energy outward, but that just causes it to scatter and weaken. True projection requires you to extend your will first, then allow the aura to follow that mental pathway." I tried to replicate the technique, reaching out with my consciousness toward the same wall. My aura followed, though much less smoothly than Master Hong's demonstration. When the energy touched the stone, it created a small scorch mark but nothing like the precise pattern he'd achieved.

"Not bad for a first attempt," Master Hong said.

"Your aura reached the target and maintained enough coherence to cause physical effects. With practice, you could develop this into a viable ranged technique."

"How far can aura projection extend?" I asked.

"Depends on the practitioner's will and the density of their crystallized energy. I can maintain effective projection up to about fifty meters. Some masters can reach twice that distance." I filed that information away for later analysis. Azure was probably already calculating how similar techniques might work with qi or sun energy back home. Master Hong returned to his seated position.

"That covers the fundamentals of advanced aura manipulation. Now, let's discuss something even more interesting. Have you heard of Martial Echoes?"