Re-birth: The Beginning after the End - Chapter 132

Chapter 132: THE TECHNIQUES PART 4
The training intensified as Old Guo rejoined them. He tested their barriers by launching probes and detection techniques, forcing them to withstand, deflect, or mislead. The combination of both masters’ techniques created a brutal but effective learning environment.

Li Wei held up the Void Cloak well, but his False Core was too simplistic—Old Tang saw through it immediately. “More complexity,” he advised. “Even a perfect façade becomes suspicious if it’s too perfect.”

Li Hao’s instincts still fought him, but when he focused, his natural unpredictability made his misleading signature believable. His scattered energy made it difficult to determine what was intentional deception and what was natural chaos.

Li Hua? She let herself become fluid, indistinct, layered. When Old Guo tried to probe her, he hit a false signature first—a perfectly crafted presence. By the time he realized it was not real, she had already shifted again, like trying to catch smoke with bare hands.

Old Tang watched her carefully, a flicker of approval in his expression. She was combining both teachings—the void and the false—in ways that spoke of deeper understanding.

“You are learning,” he said simply, though his words carried more weight than mere approval.

By the time training ended, they were exhausted but exhilarated. Their muscles ached from maintaining physical form while their minds buzzed with the strain of juggling multiple layers of deception. They were no longer just hiding—they were redirecting, shielding, and deceiving on levels they hadn’t thought possible.

Li Hua flexed her fingers, letting her energy settle into its natural state. Each layer of deception fell away like shed silk, revealing her true core beneath. She had expected the training in the Sixth Realm to be difficult, demanding. What she hadn’t expected was how fundamentally it would change the way she thought about existence itself.

The siblings exchanged glances, a shared understanding passing between them. They were no longer warriors merely learning to fight. They were becoming something else entirely—ghosts in a world of hunters, able to walk among their enemies wearing faces of their own choosing.

Old Tang and Old Guo stood before them, their expressions carrying subtle approval. These weren’t just techniques they were teaching—they were passing down arts that had kept their realm hidden for countless generations.

“Remember,” Old Tang said, his voice carrying that same wisdom that had guided them through the day, “the greatest victory is not in defeating your enemy, but in making them believe there was never anything to fight at all.”

Old Guo nodded. “Now that you understand the basics, we will spend the next week refining these techniques. It is one thing to perform them in isolation—quite another to maintain them under pressure, when your mind and spirit are pushed to their limits.”

Li Hua absorbed their words, understanding the implications. Today had been merely the foundation. They were learning to become more than invisible—they were learning to exist in the spaces between truth and lies, reality and illusion.

The sun had begun its descent, painting the training grounds in long shadows that seemed to move with lives of their own. As the siblings made their way back to their quarters, each lost in thought about the day’s lessons, Li Hua couldn’t help but wonder what other secrets the Sixth Realm held.

One thing was certain—they were changing, evolving into something their enemies would never expect.

For another week, the siblings trained under Old Tang and Old Guo’s watchful eyes, learning to layer deception upon deception. The Void Cloak and False Core techniques demanded different kinds of focus than their previous training—not just concealment, but active misdirection. Old Tang refined their ability to craft convincing false signatures while Old Guo tested their void barriers with increasingly subtle probes until they could maintain both simultaneously. Each day brought new challenges, new ways to hide in plain sight, until deception became as natural as breathing.

The third week brought a new challenge. After mastering stillness with Lady Wei, barriers with Lady He, and spatial manipulation with Lady Xu, followed by Old Tang and Old Guo’s lessons in void and deception, they now faced something that would test all these skills at once: movement.

Li Hua adjusted her stance, her breath steady despite the anticipation thrumming beneath her skin. The past two weeks had taught them to fade into the world, to shield their cores, and to deceive those who sought them. But maintaining those techniques while in motion? That would require a different kind of mastery entirely.

Old Xiao stood before them, his robes loose, his posture relaxed—yet he was nowhere and everywhere at once. He had no imposing aura, no sharp presence, nothing that would suggest he was someone of power. He simply existed, blended, a piece of the Sixth Realm itself.

Li Wei’s sharp gaze studied him, scholarly interest evident. “He’s—”

Old Xiao disappeared.

This was different from Lady Wei’s dissolution into the world or Lady Xu’s spatial bending. One moment he was there, the next he wasn’t. A flicker of movement, then gone again.

Li Hao tensed, eyes darting around. “That’s—”

A whisper of breath—and Old Xiao materialized behind him. Li Hao whirled, stepping back automatically, but Old Xiao had already vanished again, his voice carrying from another direction. “You rely too much on sight. On presence. On logic.”

His tone was light, teasing, but unquestionably firm. “If you are to be unseen, you must not only erase your presence—you must erase your predictability. You must make the world doubt where you are at all times.”

Li Hua exhaled slowly, understanding settling in her bones. This would be harder than anything else they had learned.

“The core of movement concealment,” Old Xiao continued, “is understanding that a person is easiest to track when they move in expected patterns. The mind registers motion, follows paths. You must break those expectations. You must be felt in one place but appear somewhere else.”

He gestured toward the morning mist. “Watch closely.”

They did, and yet—even watching—they lost him. His figure flickered, appearing to their left, then right, then directly ahead—each time a half-step slower than the last position they saw him in. It wasn’t teleportation, but it looked like it.

“Your core will betray you if it remains static,” Old Xiao explained. “When you move, it must shift—not in a straight line, but in flickering positions, forcing the mind of your pursuer to hesitate, to second-guess. That single moment of doubt is all you need.”

Li Wei adjusted his stance, intrigued. “So, it’s a combination of false positioning and erratic movement.”

“Exactly.” Old Xiao smiled. “Now—try.”

The siblings spread out, each drawing on the foundations built over the past two weeks. Li Hua slowed her breathing, combining void concealment with movement. Instead of merely hiding, she focused on making herself feel like she was moving while remaining still.

Their first attempts were clumsy. Li Hua’s core pulsed slightly out of sync with her steps. Li Wei managed to disappear but left too much presence behind, making his path easy to track. Li Hao moved quickly but predictably—his pattern revealing his destination even when he was invisible.

Old Xiao clicked his tongue. “Again.”

They practiced until sweat soaked their robes, until muscles trembled with effort. 

Then, something shifted.