In July, the sky was a clear, translucent blue, unmarred by even wisps of cloud. The vast Da Qingshan Mountains flourished with lush greenery, while the distant peaks were veiled in dark jade hues.
Inside the Tianxin Style martial arts building, Aisafu and several of the Tianxin Style elders leisurely drank tea.
Xis and Carl were also present. They had returned from the Primeval Mountains after spending more than ten days there. Having crossed dozens of mountain peaks, the two had brought back enough materials for medicinal baths, so they would not have to worry about herbs for quite some time.
After storing away the materials, everyone sat together and listened as Xis and Carl recounted their trip into the mountains, with bursts of laughter occasionally breaking out.
A complete tea set rested in the center. With Alice's practiced brewing skills, a small spoonful of freshly roasted green tea soaked in clear spring water. Before long, the tea leaves unfurled, releasing a faint, refreshing fragrance along with the rising steam.
"By now, Meixia should have arrived at the Superpower Academy, right?"
Accepting a cup of tea from his wife, Aisafu began to miss his lovely daughter.
Alice glanced at the calendar on the wall. "She should have. I wonder how she's doing. Has she made it into the advanced class?"
"Meixia is so smart. She definitely can!" Bearos, a handsome blond man, said with a smile.
"Let's hope so." Alice smiled faintly.
The Superpower Academy had beginner, intermediate, and advanced classes, each with different training programs for psychic power users of different potential. Entering the advanced class meant starting a step ahead of others. Not only would the graduation certificate be different, but it was also an opportunity for the psychic power user herself, at the very least greatly benefiting the development of her Psychic Power.
As a mother, Alice naturally hoped her daughter could enter the advanced class, though she did not insist on it. After all, with the Tianxin Style behind her, even if her daughter turned out to be an ordinary woman like herself, she would not be bullied in the future.
"You two needn't worry. Clarissa should send word back soon enough." Seeing Aisafu and Alice's worried expressions, Xis said with a smile as he took a sip of tea.
He understood how Aisafu and Alice felt. When one's children were away from home, what parent would not worry? Besides, with Clarissa accompanying her, there was really nothing to be concerned about.
The conversation gradually shifted away from Meixia and turned to the sect's disciples, as they discussed each one's strengths and shortcomings.
In the Tianxin Style, all disciples were theoretically disciples of the sect leader. In practice, however, each elder personally guided one or two disciples. Though these disciples had no formal master-disciple title with them, they shared a true master-disciple relationship, so the elders knew them best.
Discussing the disciples' circumstances at regular intervals was a principle they had upheld for years. Through such discussions, they could formulate more precise training plans for the future.
When the conversation turned to Mu Yang, everyone sighed with feeling.
Just over ten minutes earlier, Mu Yang had come by and asked them several questions he had encountered during his training.
"Mu Yang's progress is simply astonishing. I thought it would take him a few more years before he could ask those questions. I never expected him to bring them up now."
Carl looked around at the others, her tone filled with emotion.
Yula nodded. "Judging by him, he seems to have grasped the key to Tianxin Ki. Perhaps before long, our Tianxin Style will produce the youngest disciple in history to master Tianxin Ki."
As she spoke, Yula looked toward Aisafu and smiled. "Then I should congratulate Senior Brother Aisafu..."
Aisafu was quite pleased. When his disciple showed promise, it reflected well on him as well. To be honest, his disciple had seemed like a completely different person these past few days, improving every day. Before he knew it, Mu Yang had already left the other disciples far behind.
As the senior disciple, he was indeed an excellent example! It was also greatly beneficial to the school.
Aisafu nodded with a faint smile and generously praised him. "At Mu Yang's current pace, he may have a chance to participate in the 11th World's Strongest Martial Arts Tournament three years from now. If he can make it into the top eight at his age..."
"If he can make the top eight, our Tianxin Style will finally hold its head high!"
Bearos eagerly took over.
The World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament was a competition jointly launched by martial arts schools across the world and held once every five years.
At this time, the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament was not yet officially organized by the Earth Government as it was in the original work. Instead, renowned martial arts schools took turns hosting it.
In previous years, the Tianxin Style had not participated in the World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament often. For one thing, the Tianxin Style had too few disciples to select contestants who met the requirements. Although the tournament had no age limit, it was generally the rising talents of each school who participated. The future of every school rested with its younger generation, and the older martial artists of each school were too embarrassed to shamelessly compete on the same stage as their juniors.
Second, it ultimately came down to strength. Even when they happened to have suitable disciples who could compete, the Tianxin Style's results were usually far from ideal. They had not made it into the top eight for several tournaments already.
In fact, just as Bearos had said, reaching the top eight could, to a certain extent, already be considered bringing honor to one's school.
Aisafu valued Mu Yang highly. Otherwise, he would not have taught him the method of cultivating ki so early. However, Aisafu also understood that there was always someone stronger and a sky beyond the sky.
After all, it was the World's Strongest Martial Arts Tournament, which would gather the most outstanding martial artists from all over the world. Even if Aisafu himself participated, he might not achieve the best results.
If Mu Yang participated in the World's Strongest Martial Arts Tournament, making it into the top eight at his age would already be extremely difficult.
Naturally, Mu Yang knew nothing of Aisafu's thoughts. At that moment, he was training alone at the practice grounds behind the mountain.
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