After the confrontation in the hallway, word spread quietly among the students—Lu Fan wasn't just a pretty face; he had guts and skill. But for Lu Fan, the battle had awakened something deeper—a realization that strength alone wasn't enough.
That evening, sitting at his desk, Lu Fan flipped through a worn book he had found tucked away in the back of a secondhand shop—a tome on traditional medical techniques, acupuncture, and energy flow.
Healing, he thought. If I'm going to master this power inside me, I need to understand the body as well as the energy.
The book described how ancient healers used Qi to repair wounds, restore vitality, and balance the body's natural flow.
Lu Fan closed his eyes and concentrated, recalling the shadow skill's faint pulse inside his veins. Slowly, he extended that energy outward to his right hand.
A soft warmth blossomed in his palm.
He tried the technique on a small scratch he'd gotten earlier from a broken pencil. The sting faded rapidly, skin knitting together faster than normal.
His eyes widened.
It wasn't just about fighting—it was about control, restoration, balance.
In the days that followed, Lu Fan practiced daily—studying anatomy, experimenting with energy flow, and learning to heal minor injuries.
At school, he remained the same confident, smart student, helping friends with homework and chatting casually. But behind the scenes, his hands were becoming a source of quiet power.
One night, as he meditated, the shadow skill whispered again—a hint of something greater, urging him to push further.
Lu Fan smiled softly.
This was just the beginning of mastering the art of healing and strength—his own path as a cultivator in the modern world.