Xiao Dingming raised his eyes to Ma Zhiyuan and said calmly, his expression as still as an ancient well:
"I taught you how to cultivate the mind in the last class."
"Though not a single one of you can cultivate a Mental Secret Manual before your Life Development Power exceeds one thousand."
The truth was a sharp blade, leaving these "geniuses" who prided themselves on their exceptional talent looking quite ugly.
But before Xiao Dingming, how could they dare lose their tempers?
Seeing this.
Xiao Dingming withdrew his gaze, a faint trace of dissatisfaction passing through the depths of his eyes.
Fortunately.
He was only guiding them temporarily.
If these people truly were his personal disciples...
No.
They did not even qualify to enter his school. Calling them personal disciples would be even more absurd.
"I told you before that when martial artists break through their Inner Demons while cultivating the Standing Posture, seeing their true nature with clarity, they are already cultivating the mind."
"Inner Demons are not as mysterious as the ancient texts make them sound. Hesitation, regret, melancholy—every kind of negative emotion can become an Inner Demon."
"Even agonizing over which flavor of nutrient solution to choose today can become an Inner Demon during cultivation."
"Therefore."
"In cultivation, a martial artist seeks only clarity of mind."
"The martial path is boundless; I shall not be constrained."
The young people present all leaned in to listen, appearing extremely attentive.
At that moment.
Xiao Dingming's gaze fell on Ma Zhiyuan again, and he suddenly said coldly:
"What were you apologizing for just now?"
"Were you late?"
"Did you think you were wrong?"
"Did you truly accept it?"
No one had expected Xiao Dingming to suddenly launch into a harsh reprimand against Ma Zhiyuan.
Ma Zhiyuan froze where he stood,