"The Blinking Sword Technique?" Han Li repeated the name aloud. "Indeed, how does sword-fighting have any connection with blinking? Isn't that rather amusing?" "Have you ever practiced this technique?" Han Li asked with genuine interest. "Of course not. Who would train a martial art that doesn't even require qi flow? Wouldn't that just be a mere formality? Not to mention me—since its creation, no one has ever practiced it." "It's said that without the founding abbot's personal intervention—having saved the Seven Perpetual Sect several times in his lifetime—and having, upon his death, left a will insisting that this technique be included among the Seven Supreme Arts, the Blinking Sword Technique would never have made it into the Seven Supreme Arts at all." Li Feiyu, despite his cold exterior, has a surprisingly open and talkative nature. Han Li hadn't even asked him about it when he already spilled the full history of the technique. Of course, his talkative side only truly shone in Han Li's presence. Outside, among his fellow disciples, he became the cool, admired elder brother, "Li Senior Brother." After listening to Li Feiyu's account, Li Li's fifth sense subtly conveyed to him that this was exactly what he had been seeking all along. "Master Li, could you please copy down this sword technique and take it out of the Seventh Absolute Hall?" "Haha, no problem! As for other martial arts, I wouldn't be able to copy them for you—there's a dedicated person checking and inspecting them every day. This brief sword technique, however, is tucked away in a corner and rarely noticed. But copying it would be quite a hassle. Why don't I simply bring the original sword manual out myself and keep it with you secretly? Once you've memorized or copied it, I'll quietly return it, ensuring no one notices." Li Feiyu proposed a bolder suggestion with complete confidence. Seeing that he seemed certain, Han Li agreed to his plan. He had originally been a bit worried about the other's tendency to forget things—what if, while copying the sword technique, he accidentally missed a few key points, making him look negligent? Now, having the original manuscript in his hands would certainly be even better. "Alright, it's getting late now. I should head back to practice. Otherwise, I'll surely be spotted by the head steward of the Seventh Absolute Hall for sneaking out." Li Feiyu dried off, dressed in his shirt, and prepared to leave. Han Li said nothing further, merely reminding him to be careful when stealing the sword scroll, not to trip up on it. Li Feiyu didn't care much, turned around, and with a graceful wave of his forearm, made his way slowly out through the nearby cave passage. As Li Feiyu's silhouette gradually faded into the cave mouth, the smile on Han Li's face began to fade, a few clouds of concern appearing on his features. Not long after Li Feiyu had departed, Han Li himself returned to Shen Shou Valley. Upon arriving at the valley, Han Li immediately spotted the tall, enigmatic man standing motionless outside the doctor's cottage. He stood close to the door, his cloak pulled tightly over him, as if completely indifferent to the scorching summer sun. Han Li paused at the entrance to his own cottage, gazing steadily at this man who never spoke a word. Since being pressured by Doctor Mo, Han Li has been increasingly intrigued by this man who has never revealed his true form. It seems he is born mute, having never spoken a word since arriving in the valley. Even more remarkable is his extraordinary physical stamina—he stands motionless for entire days without showing any sign of fatigue. In Han Li's mind, he has long dubbed him a "monstrous" figure. Han Li has attempted to communicate with him on several occasions, but the man remains as stiff as wood, showing no response, regardless of how eloquent or vivid his words. Han Li has finally come to full respect for Doctor Mo, who has managed to train a living, breathing human being into a mere puppet—fully obedient, immensely strong, never speaking, emotionless. Though he still does not know much about the man's martial prowess, Han Li is certain it must be quite strong, and this is his final assessment of the man. Han Li knew this man would likely become another masterstroke for Doctor Mo, yet he could find no flaw in him. The only thing that puzzled Han Li slightly was that occasionally, when he glanced over his shoulder at the man’s back, he always felt a sense of familiarity—as if he had seen that figure before. Yet every time he tried to recall, he could not quite place it, could not remember seeing a similar back profile to someone he knew. After watching for a while, Han Li sighed, closed the door, and returned to the room. He knew, without a command from Doctor Mo, this man would not go to rest. He felt somewhat disoriented. In one swift motion, he leapt onto his own bed, collapsed onto it, and lay there with his hands resting behind his head, eyes closed. He carefully replayed in his mind the several techniques he had learned from Li Feiyu, then mentally rehearsed them, breaking each move down into segments and repeatedly refining and contemplating each detail, one by one. This is the fifth level of Han Li's Changchun Technique, a newly acquired ability known as the power of immediate recall. With this advantage, he can mentally absorb and perfectly remember any martial skill, then replay it in his mind countless times, refining and elevating it through repeated practice—this is precisely why Li Feiyu considers him a prodigy. Two months ago, relying on the effects of two holy medicines, Han Li had successfully broken through the fourth level of the Changchun Technique to reach the fifth. The potency of the "Yellow Dragon Pill" and the "Golden Essence Pills" far exceeded his expectations; he had underestimated the immense power of those formulas, and these specially prepared pills truly are invaluable treasures. However, the two marrow-cleansing elixirs have been used up by a third, and the remainder should be sufficient to enable him to reach the sixth level of the Changchun Technique. He is genuinely looking forward to discovering what unexpected benefits the sixth level will bring. Only a few months remained until the final ultimatum from Doctor Mo. Though he had learned several techniques from Li Feiyu, lacking the corresponding internal energy flow, his skills remained merely superficial—like polished but hollow forms. They were effective against those with basic martial training, yet against Doctor Mo, they would be as futile as a steamed bun being thrown into the river—going with no return. Reflecting on this, Han Li felt both anxious and troubled. His Changle功 was excellent in many ways, yet utterly ineffective in actual combat or battle. At present, he relied solely on the Flashing Sword Technique, hoping it would deliver a surprising turn of events.