Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 270: Ointment and Enlightenment

Ointment and Enlightenment

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the training hall windows, painting long golden streaks across the wooden floor.

Yana Tyson sat quietly on a resting chair near the edge of the training ground.

Her injured arm rested against her body while her orange eyes stared blankly ahead.

Unfortunately, her mind wasn’t blank at all.

It was filled with a certain black-haired man.

More specifically...

A certain idiot’s ridiculous thoughts.

Her cheeks heated up again.

"Dragon..."

"Caves..."

"Future children..."

"What kind of person even thinks like that?"

Yana gritted her teeth.

The more she tried to forget, the more those thoughts replayed in her head.

A few disciples passed outside the training hall.

The sounds of training echoed faintly in the distance.

Gradually, Yana calmed down.

She took several deep breaths.

Her cultivation heart stabilized.

"Forget it."

"He’s just an idiot."

She slowly stood from her chair.

Her arm still hurt.

The fracture wasn’t severe, but it wasn’t something she could ignore either.

Just as she prepared to leave and return to her room—

A familiar figure appeared at the entrance.

The same annoying smile.

The same relaxed posture.

The same black hair and golden eyes.

Julian D’Aurelius.

Yana immediately narrowed her eyes.

Her eyebrow rose.

"Why are you back?"

"I thought you already left."

Julian grinned.

Then he raised his right hand.

A large bowl rested in his palm.

A rich medicinal fragrance immediately filled the training hall.

"Even after you kicked me, I still want to heal you."

"I stopped by to make ointment for your arm."

Yana blinked.

For a moment she genuinely froze.

She had expected him to leave.

She had even mentally prepared several insults for the next time they met.

She definitely hadn’t expected him to come back carrying medicine.

Julian walked closer.

His smile remained casual.

"After you chased me away, I was planning to head home."

"But if my disciple ends up crippled, people will blame the teacher."

"So I visited Patriarch Wren Tyson and borrowed some herbs."

Yana looked toward the bowl.

A thick dark-green ointment filled it.

The medicinal aroma was surprisingly pleasant.

"You actually made that?"

"Of course."

Julian puffed out his chest proudly.

"Do you think this young master is only handsome?"

Yana rolled her eyes.

"Shameless."

"Thank you."

The last two words came out much quieter.

Julian almost didn’t hear them.

Almost.

A grin immediately appeared on his face.

"What was that?"

"I didn’t hear clearly."

Yana’s expression darkened.

"Nothing."

"That’s what I thought."

Julian laughed.

Then he sat beside her and held out the bowl.

"Give me your hand."

Yana hesitated.

For some reason, her heartbeat became slightly irregular.

Still, she slowly extended her injured arm.

Julian’s expression unexpectedly became serious.

His fingers carefully applied the ointment across the injured area.

A cool sensation immediately spread through her arm.

The pain decreased dramatically.

Yana’s eyes widened.

"What medicine is this?"

"The secret recipe of a genius."

Julian replied shamelessly.

"With this ointment, you’ll recover in about three days."

"Three days?"

Yana was stunned.

Normally, such an injury would require at least a month before she could train comfortably.

Julian nodded.

"Your bones will recover quickly."

"But don’t get excited."

"It still takes a hundred days for bones and tendons to fully heal."

"You can recover in three days, but avoid intense training for at least a month."

Yana reluctantly nodded.

For once, she didn’t argue.

After finishing the treatment, Julian placed the bowl aside.

The two remained seated inside the quiet training hall.

After a brief silence, Yana suddenly asked,

"Earlier, when teaching the Mountain Flip Hand Strike..."

"What exactly was the problem with my force transmission?"

Julian immediately understood.

The martial arts fanatic had returned.

He smiled.

"Simple."

"The Mountain Flip Hand Strike focuses on chain-force amplification."

"The average practitioner treats each joint as a single point."

"But true mastery comes from breaking every movement into dozens of smaller force transitions."

Yana listened carefully.

Julian picked up a wooden training stick and drew diagrams on the floor.

"The Foundation Stage focuses on understanding force."

"The Proficient Stage focuses on controlling force."

"The Mastery Stage focuses on multiplying force."

"The Perfect Stage focuses on transforming force."

Yana’s eyes brightened.

The explanation instantly clarified several years of confusion.

Julian continued.

"As for Dragon’s Tempest Step..."

"The biggest mistake most people make is thinking speed is everything."

Yana immediately focused.

This was one of her greatest bottlenecks.

Julian tapped the floor.

"Dragon’s Tempest Step isn’t about moving fast."

"It’s about controlling momentum."

"When momentum changes direction without interruption, every step becomes part of the next step."

"One step becomes ten."

"Ten becomes a hundred."

"The enemy sees movement."

"But they can’t predict the destination."

Yana’s breathing slowed.

Many questions that had troubled her for years suddenly unraveled.

Julian continued explaining.

"Triple Petal Shelter works similarly."

"Most practitioners create three separate defensive layers."

"Wrong."

"The true essence is overlapping defense."

"The first layer supports the second."

"The second supports the third."

"The three layers become one structure."

Yana’s eyes widened.

The bottleneck that had trapped her for years shattered instantly.

Spiritual energy began circulating throughout her body.

The surrounding air stirred.

Julian raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"You’re about to break through."

Yana quickly closed her eyes.

The insights she gained combined with her previous accumulation.

Her cultivation began rising.

The barrier between early Silver Realm and mid Silver Realm visibly trembled.

Several minutes later—

Boom.

A powerful aura burst from her body.

The breakthrough succeeded.

Yana slowly opened her eyes.

A hint of shock appeared within them.

She had struggled for months.

Yet after one conversation with Julian, the barrier collapsed.

Learning martial arts from this guy was truly terrifying.

Even his random explanations contained profound truths.

For a moment, she almost forgot how annoying he was.

Almost.

Julian clapped his hands.

"Alright, I’m heading back."

"Focus on your practice, good disciple."

"Ugh, who’s your disciple?"

Yana shouted angrily.

Julian laughed loudly.

His mood was excellent.

He waved his hand and walked toward the exit.

The afternoon sun illuminated his figure as he departed.

Just as he was about to leave the Tyson Family estate—

Wren Tyson hurried over in his wheelchair.

His expression contained obvious guilt.

"Young Master Julian, I’m truly sorry for today’s events."

"It’s my fault for not keeping my promise."

Once he arrived, he apologized sincerely.

Julian stopped walking.

His golden eyes calmly looked toward the middle-aged patriarch.

"If the Tyson Family can’t ensure my personal safety, I don’t blame you."

"Faced with someone like Steffan, your position wasn’t easy."

Wren Tyson lowered his head.

The bitterness on his face deepened.

Julian continued.

"But regarding my family, I hope the Tyson Family won’t go back on their word again."

Wren Tyson immediately nodded.

"Please rest assured, Young Master Julian."

"I’ve already sent two Silver Realm experts and ten Iron Realm experts to the D’Aurelius Family."

"They should already be there."

Julian’s expression softened slightly.

"Good."

Wren Tyson finally relaxed.

The pressure coming from Julian was surprisingly heavy despite his age.

Julian nodded and left the Tyson Family.

With the addition of the Tyson Family’s people, the D’Aurelius Family’s security forces were greatly enhanced.

These people were specifically to deal with minor threats.

As for someone like Steffan, the Martial Art King, Julian had to rely on himself... to cultivate experts!

After killing Evan last time, the Tyrant System rewarded him with a one-time mid-stage Gold Realm experience card, which he had already used.

Next time he faced Steffan.

If they clashed head-on, within ten seconds, Steffan would likely be on his knees begging for mercy.