Library of Heaven's Path Chapter 4: Slapping Face

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Previously on Library of Heaven's Path...
Teacher Cao Xiong challenges Zhang Xuan to a duel by guiding each other's new students on flaws in their punching routines, with improvement measured by stone pillar strikes. Wang Ying's punch strength surges from 53kg to 63kg under Cao Xiong's precise guidance on her leg injury and limb rotation. Liu Yang finishes his demonstration at 62kg as the Library of Heaven's Path compiles a detailed book of his twelve flaws for Zhang Xuan amid the gathering crowd's scrutiny.

"I..."

The recent vibration from the Library of Heaven’s Path drew all his focus inward, leaving him in a stunned daze. On top of that, he had no clue about the fist technique the other guy performed, so how in the world could he offer any pointers!

"Teacher Zhang, please point out my mistakes!"

Liu Yang advances and bows deeply.

Off to the side, Wang Ying blinks curiously. She’s eager to watch how this new ‘expert’ she just encountered will instruct him.

"Keng!"

All eyes lock onto him. If he doesn’t say something quick, he’ll just humiliate himself. Right as Zhang Xuan prepares to bluff his way through, the flaws of Liu Yang from the library book flash in his mind.

He has no idea if the content there holds true. But with things as they are, improvising on the spot seems impossible. Gathering his nerve, he declares, "Your fist technique is riddled with flaws—exactly 12 in total!"

"Haha, so many flaws, 12 of them? Did I hear that right?"

"This is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!"

"The Soaring Flower Fist isn’t top-tier, but it’s the kingdom’s most widespread basic move. Refined over thousands of years, it’s far from flawless, yet he claims 12 errors?"

"Total nonsense! He couldn’t spot a thing, so he’s just fabricating stuff!"

......

The onlookers had been waiting expectantly for his words. But the instant he spoke, roaring laughter erupted from the group.

In the Tianxuan Kingdom, the Soaring Flower Fist stands as a foundational fist art. Much like Taizu Changquan, any martial practitioner must master it first. Countless masters have polished it across millennia; it lacks great power but earns fame for having no weaknesses. Many even dub it the ‘Flawless Fists’.

For this technique, that guy dares say it has 12 flaws... What a ridiculous claim!

Forget his zero on the Teacher Qualification Examination—even the principal couldn’t name that many issues!

"Oh? Teacher Zhang, what a prodigy, spotting 12 flaws in the Soaring Flower Fist. Care to share them?"

Cao Xiong never thought Zhang Xuan would brag so boldly right away. Thrilled, his eyes gleam as he deliberately corners him with those words.

Despite the crowd’s jeers, Zhang Xuan keeps a straight face. Inside, though, his heart races wildly. He never imagined Liu Yang would pick such a well-known fist art.

His original self surely knew it well. But since he just crossed over, the host’s memories haven’t fully integrated yet!

Still, as a former librarian and a thick-skinned transmigrator with unique knowledge, he rolls his eyes and retorts, "What, you doubt me? It’s not that I won’t instruct him—it’s that none of you believe me. If you won’t follow my advice... don’t blame me! Wang Ying, let’s leave. This bet’s a waste of time!"

"Wait, we believe you! Tell us!"

Noticing he’s about to walk off, Cao Xiong hurriedly blocks him.

He sees through the ploy: Zhang Xuan threw out wild numbers hoping disbelief would let him escape. But after seizing this chance to crush him, Cao Xiong won’t let it slip now!

"That..."

Unable to slip away, Zhang Xuan pulls up the library’s book again.

"If I crash and burn, so be it!"

No retreat left, he scans the listed flaws, reviewing all 12. His eyes settle on the final one. Gritting his teeth, he announces, "That fist you threw was right-handed. Here’s my tip: strike the stone pillar with your left hand!"

As a transmigrator’s cheat, it might just work. And even if wrong, he’s out of better excuses to dodge.

"Left hand?"

"And that counts as instruction?"

"What nonsense! The left hand’s always weaker. Using it for the fist will ruin the whole thing!"

......

The audience freezes in shock before bursting into uproar, glaring at Zhang Xuan with contempt.

All know the left lags behind the right. Liu Yang’s earlier punch proved he’s right-handed. Forcing left now... absurd!

"Liu Yang, follow Teacher Zhang’s way—let him admit defeat!"

Cao Xiong didn’t anticipate this nonsense from Zhang Xuan. Ecstatic, nearly dancing, he still barks the order at Liu Yang.

Freshly his student or not, Cao Xiong knows Liu Yang favors his right and isn’t left-handed. Doing it left would drop the power below 30kg easy!

From 62kg pre-guidance to under 30kg post? Zhang Xuan’s name would be trashed for good!

Let’s see him stay arrogant then!

"Yes!" Liu Yang sneers and performs the fist once more.

He knows full well he’s no lefty. Left-hand strike? Pure rubbish.

He’s drilled Soaring Flower Fist since childhood. Flipping left-right feels odd at first, but he adapts fast. The fist wind howls fiercely, yet both power and smoothness lag behind before.

"Could it be... my transmigrator cheat is fake?"

Zhang Xuan’s nerves are on edge.

Others get wise old mentors for golden fingers upon crossing. Obey them blindly, success guaranteed. Him? A library spewing random notes. If wrong, he’s done—kicked out for sure!

Hu!

He wraps up swiftly. Liu Yang approaches the pillar, left fist cocked, and slams it home.

Weng!

Numbers flash up.

"One. Haha, single digits even..."

As ‘1’ shows, Cao Xiong laughs wildly, face alight with glee. But midway, his words choke off. His eyes bulge like they’ll pop out.

"123?"

"123kg?"

The mocker crowd goes dumbstruck, shaking in awe.

Liu Yang’s prior hit was 62kg; now 123kg—nearly double! A full 100% jump!

For real?

Even the top Teacher Qualification Exam scorer campus-wide couldn’t double a student’s score on first try!

"I... I... Did I do this?"

Liu Yang himself stands dumbfounded.

He gapes at the pillar, unable to believe.

He’s certain he’s right-handed. Yet his left packs double the punch!

The crowd reels in shock. Joy surges so hard in Zhang Xuan he nearly jumps.

"It works!"

Now he knows: the library’s flaw books are legit.

Spotting cultivation flaws and weaknesses instantly... This golden finger will shatter the skies!

"Well? Your tip boosted 20%, mine doubled it—100%! Teacher Cao, got anything left?" Zhang Xuan smirks.

"I..." Cao Xiong pales, face burning like fire.

He started this duel to humiliate the guy. Instead, he’s the clown.

He pulls a jade token from his robes, bites his finger, lets blood drip on. "Liu Yang, you’re no longer my student. Go join Teacher Zhang!"

With that, he eyes Zhang Xuan. "Don’t get cocky. Luck this time. Next round, I’ll trash your name..."

He spins and storms off.

Not just reputation wrecked, student lost, face slapped raw.

Losing to peers is bad enough. But to the academy’s zero-score laughingstock...?

"Teacher, teacher..."

As Cao Xiong flees, Liu Yang’s expression sours.

Great result under Zhang Xuan or not, like Cao Xiong, he chalks it to fluke. No faith in the guy’s ability.

"Fine, you’re my student now. Quick, get your ID card!"

Zhang Xuan ignores his doubts. Bet won, new disciple gained—he’s thrilled. He flings a jade token casually.

Liu Yang hates it but honors the wager. Refuse Zhang Xuan, no other teacher takes him. Reluctantly, he bleeds on the token to bind it.

"Tomorrow, class here!"

Done with Liu Yang, Zhang Xuan says no more. He glances at Wang Ying, utters it calmly, then exits the cafeteria.

Back in his classroom, Zhang Xuan dives into his mind to study the Library of Heaven’s Path thoroughly.

After some probing, he grasps its basics.

Whenever someone performs a technique or art in front of him, it auto-generates a flaw manual.

"Haha, jackpot! With this, I’ll spot every weakness instantly. No way I flunk the next Teacher Qualification Examination with zero!"

Wild excitement floods him. As a transmigrator, Zhang Xuan finally senses real hope ahead.

Taizu Changquan -> Literally means Ancestor Long Fist.

A brief introduction of Long Fist: It is a close-combat skill which emphasises stretching one’s limbs to the maximum. It is a high aggressive style whose motto is ’the best defense is a long offense’ (Source: Wikipedia)

Taizu Changquan is known as one of the 6 Great Long Fists in China. There are multiple names to it (depending on the region) but it is well-established and influenced the creation of many other fists in the future, thus giving it the title of ’Mother of a Hundred Fists’ (Source: Baidu)