Fang Yunzheng was smug. "After I was seriously wounded once, I hid among a wolf pack and let the wolves carry me over several mountains. In the end, the pursuers beat the wolves to death, so I lay down with the dead wolves' bodies and went undiscovered!"
"Impressive!"
Fang Che clicked his tongue.
"The reason I'm telling you all this is so you'll buck up and learn properly! This is your father's greatest trump card!"
Fang Yunzheng said, "Now I'll start teaching you! We've got plenty of time, and you absolutely must master it during this period! You don't have to use it, but you can't not know it!"
"This is a genuine art of escaping alive from desperate situations... a true supreme technique!"
Fang Yunzheng could not stop himself from gloating a little. "Son, let me tell you: when Godslayer strikes, the entire sky blossoms with a starry river, brilliant starlight spreading as though the night sky has descended all at once! That's where your father's reputation as White-Clad Star River came from."
Fang Che rolled his eyes. "So if I use this move, my identity will basically be exposed..."
"But you'll be guaranteed to stay alive!!"
Fang Yunzheng glared with his beard bristling. "That's what matters most! What use is avoiding exposure if you're dead?"
"That's the truest principle in the world."
Then Fang Yunzheng began gesturing and started teaching his son.
But even with Fang Che's aptitude, this sword strike felt incredibly difficult to learn!
He genuinely sensed the difficulty of a top-tier martial art.
Unlike Fang Yunzheng, he had not encountered the kind of opportunity that let him cultivate sword techniques for several decades in a dream. He could only start bit by bit and progress gradually.
Fang Yunzheng, meanwhile, was not anxious in the slightest.