Hidden Genius

Everyone was staring at me with great focus as I performed the Five Petal Sword technique. It was as if they were looking at a fucking unicorn.

To be honest, I understand. A similar scenario would be like that kid in high school who was a huge dumbass the entire year. Never really studied seriously. Never gave the slightest attention to any lecture. Then all of a sudden, when all the shit mattered, the asshole aces every exam.

That was what I was doing. Before I could even think of it, my body had already moved as if it was possessed or as if I had done this more than a thousand times. I could tell, no I could feel it. With every footwork, the placement of every single part of my body, my sword, for some reason, I know that I am far better than the previous core disciples, perfect even. The looks on everyone's faces attest to that fact. Even the grand boomer had his mouth wide open and I had the urge to throw sausages in it. Not my sausage though, it's only for the ladies. I'd rather die than have a man near it. Even if it was a doctor trying to save my life.

As I progressed with the basic sword technique, the scent of plum blossoms grew stronger. The number of petals appearing with every cut, slash, and thrust, grew higher. Then, in the final move – a downward slash, plum blossoms bloomed around my sword and scattered before disappearing. Their fragrance remained for a few seconds before leaving.

Astonished. I think that's the correct word to describe all of these assholes' expressions. The grand boomer's mouth is now wider than your mom. Hou Wen's expression is a mixture of confusion, anger, and envy. And everyone else was pretty much the same. Aside from my beloved father, that is. His eyebrows only twitched a single time before he stared at me with the same serious expression.

You might not believe it but, I have never been in the center of attention positively. If the previous me was at the center of attention, you better bet your entire life's savings that it was due to something negative. You know, bullies pulling my pants and underwear to laugh at my two-and-a-half-inch monster who was only an inch since it was not erect and showing it to some of the girls in class who would yell, "Gross!" My thing might be small, but it still has feelings. Or how about when I fucking died due to a bicycle. But I guess the latter turned out to be a blessing.

I don't know what is longer, my current pet in between my legs or the time the entire room was dead silent. Someone on the sides even farted. Normally, no one would hear that faint sound, even the strongest cultivator. But it was so audible this time.

On the other hand, I was filled with a different feeling of fulfillment than when everyone laughed at my recent impromptu joke. It felt like I was a genius, someone who would look down on stupid bastards. A chad who would make every single woman's underwear pulled down while their faces have the biggest smiles.

"Wha– How…" The grand elder muttered. 

I returned my sword to its sheath, clasped my left fist, and then bowed at the patriarch and the elders. Yet the room remained silent. 

And as if what I did was nothing more difficult than breathing, I walked back to my spot with my head held high and filled with confidence, releasing that sweet Chad pheromone for the ladies to smell.

"Wait," my dear father said.

I stopped in my tracks, the chad disappeared and I gulped before looking back. 

"What is it, father?"

Hou Rong still had the same expression. I stared back at him as he stared at me. It was like looking at a mirror that showed me what I would look like in the future. In all honesty, he looked much younger than my previous self, and I was twenty-four. I guess it's one of the perks of being handsome. Which I am now.

"When did you master the Five Petal Sword?"

Another question that was difficult to answer unless I told them about the shitty system. Would anyone even believe me? Maybe the dumbasses would if I told them that I am possessed by a great ancestor of the sect.

"I… I don't know," I replied.

"You don't know?" My father said. I could tell from his voice that he was doubtful. Well everyone in the room was.

Not knowing what to say, I nodded in response.

"That's… This is impossible. It must be a spell or magic. There is no way you have mastered the Five Petal Sword," the grand boomer said.

Most of the other elders were nodding their heads like they were horses. Furthermore, other disciples seemed to agree with what the grand boomer was saying, including my asshole brother, Hou Wen.

Can't blame them. If someone as dumb as a lizard became a math wizard, I'd also call bullshit. He's possessed, an alien hijacked his body, the dumbass is under mind control, a fucking regressor, transmigrator, and many other conclusions before I think that the man just released his hidden genius. I shouldn't have shown my capability. This stupid system didn't tell me that if I used the skill, it would be on the level of someone who mastered it.

"Elder Huang, none of us saw anything out of the ordinary. Just a disciple performing the Five Petal Sword with great mastery," one of the elders said. He has short black hair and a well-shaven face. I don't know how old he is but he does look a bit younger than the other 'elders'. Well most of the others, especially the grand boomer, have white hair.

"Elder Yan. You underestimate these mages too much. It could be magic all of us do not know of," the grand boomer said. 

I now know that he's called Huang, but fuck that. He is and will always be the grand boomer.

"Aren't you the one underestimating us, elder Huang?" said another elder. This time it was a female one. Her black hair had streaks of white and her face, though a little wrinkled, still had traces of a great beauty, and something in front was huge. Pretty sure all of you could guess what I was talking about. It's her sword. Oh, and of course her breasts.

The grand boomer turned to the female elder, "That is not what I am trying to do, elder Qiao," he said.

"If it was magic, even one we do not know of, the patriarch and us elders would've seen or felt something out of the ordinary. Magic is created from the energy of mana, if this young disciple had cast magic we would have detected a different energy from him but all we could feel was his Qi."

What Elder Qiao – the female elder with a huge front side – said made the grand boomer speechless. His face was still twitching and I know that he still does not want to back down.

"Then how do you explain what he did? This disciple couldn't even perform the second half of the Five Petal Sword without any mistakes let alone master it while unconscious."

Fuck. I guess this grand asshole saw the real Bruce performing the Five Petal Sword before he was knocked unconscious, and he was having a difficult time. 

"This young disciple is hated for being the spawn of a mage. If I were in his place, I would also hide the fact that I am a genius martial artist," Elder Yan said.

When Mei told me how everyone in the sect didn't like me, I already assumed that it was true and that no matter what I did as the handsome Bruce, no one aside from her would take my side. I surely didn't expect that I would have two of the elders backing me. But, only a huge fool would fully trust them.

I might used to be a dirt poor runt with a horrendous face, but I ain't dumb. Living the life that I had, giving my trust to other people was as rare as a woman liking my face. And I am including the time I fully believed that one old vendor calling me a handsome lad to make me buy her goods. In place of that, the only person I trusted then was Bob. He's as dumb as a rock but I trust him.

The grand boomer shook his head, "No, he wasn't hiding anything before," he turned to my dear brother, "Disciple Hou Wen, you've fought him, what do you think?"

Of course, the asshole agreed with the grand boomer. Even told everyone that he also believed that what I did was magic and that I couldn't even touch a strand of his hair in our duel.

"See?! This bastard is a mageborn. We must investigate him. The very reputation of our sect could be in trouble if–"

"Enough," said the patriarch.

"But, patriarch–"

"Can anyone provide a single evidence that he used magic?"

Silence filled the room once again. Even the noisy grand boomer behaved like the puppy that he is.

My father stared at me once again. This time, it was like he had a lie detector machine behind his eyes.

"I will ask you one last time. Did you cast magic?"

I gulped. The stare of Hou Rong felt more intimidating. But, although my sudden mastery of the technique was due to the system, I am telling the truth that it wasn't magic. And so, I shook my head and replied, 

"I didn't, Daddy~"

Chill, it was a joke. My face was dead serious as I responded with a single word.

"No."