Ink Strokes Become the Way, Martial Arts Knock on Heaven's Gate!

The sounds of congratulations gradually faded.

In the principal's office, the two sat facing each other across the desk.

Yang Huan sat down, the hand he had kept behind his back naturally coming to rest on the desktop. Smiling, he said, "You hadn't entered the Grandmaster realm before. Even if you could contend with Grandmasters or even defeat them, in other people's eyes, you were merely a young Martial Artist—a genius, at most.

"Now that you've broken through the Fourth Great Limit and ascended to the Grandmaster realm, you can be considered among the ranks of high-level Martial Artists. The word 'powerhouse' outweighs 'genius' by far. Only then will people offer their congratulations from the bottom of their hearts. Those congratulations stem from their reverence for martial arts, not from you personally.

"The weight of the word 'Grandmaster' far surpasses that of any Master.

"Besides, you broke Senior Zhao's record. Their eagerness to flock to you is only human nature. You'll have to get used to it in the future."

"I understand, Principal... but we're all brothers here. There's no need for this."

Meng Chuan took a sip of tea, held it in for ages, and managed only that one sentence...

Yang Huan shook his head and stopped discussing the matter.

Perhaps because Meng Chuan had never regarded Grandmasterhood as a hurdle before reaching the Fourth Limit, he held no reverence for it in his heart.

Thus, even after entering the realm this time, he had no intention of imposing his authority upon others.

A good thing.

Among humans, a Grandmaster could be called a regional lord. Outside of major cities like Yong'an and Upper Capital, one could serve as the military commander of an entire city.

But in the universe as a whole, fourth-rank strength was hardly worth mentioning.