I Feel Like I'm About to Fly

Over the next period of time, Mu Yang continued testing his speed and explosive power, and the data he obtained left him pleasantly surprised. Although he wasn't yet very skilled at controlling this body, its physical qualities far surpassed those of his previous life, and this result already satisfied him.

"Anyway, this body's qualities are terrifyingly high," Mu Yang thought cheerfully.

"Hm?" Suddenly, his brow furrowed as a sharp, piercing pain began to spread, his brain feeling like a mess of churned paste.

Then, as if caught in a vortex, memories from two worlds mingled in his mind, fragmented images coalescing into different scenes that flashed through his consciousness.

These were the memories of this body.

"Mu Yang, Tianxin Style... Da Qingshan Mountains."

The Tianxin Style was located at the edge of the Da Qingshan Mountains, and further in lay a vast mountain range stretching hundreds of kilometers, home to many dangerous wild animals.

Taking some time to sort through his thoughts, Mu Yang gradually calmed down.

There was no doubt—he had crossed over. But whether it was a soul transmigration or reincarnation, he hadn't figured out yet. In any case, he had mostly absorbed this body's memories, though they were buried deep and chaotic, requiring further excavation.

For instance, his earlier slip of calling Meixia "baby" was an unconscious reflex.

After wandering around the courtyard for a while, Mu Yang returned to the house and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, trying to find something that could trigger more memories.

Unfortunately, the room was very simple, and Mu Yang found nothing useful.

But when he opened a drawer, he came across a mirror. Judging by its craftsmanship, he concluded that he wasn't living in ancient times.

Not ancient times—good. Having grown used to modern life, he couldn't stand the inconveniences of antiquity.

Making a face at the mirror, Mu Yang grinned and laughed.

The mirror reflected Mu Yang's appearance: black hair and eyes, clean and handsome features, though his face was thin and his spirit slightly listless from a recent recovery from illness. This didn't detract from his good looks, though—with proper care, he was a standard handsome guy.

"Pretty good-looking."

Mu Yang nodded at the mirror, thoroughly satisfied with his current situation.

He had decent martial skills, good looks, and was the senior disciple of a school—he had status too. With these conditions, Mu Yang felt this was a solid start. Even if he wasn't the protagonist, as long as he didn't run into a massacre or foolishly oppose the main character like a villain, he could coast through life without trouble.

But Mu Yang's ambitions weren't so limited. As a transmigrator, not stirring up some trouble would be a disservice to his identity, wouldn't it? Still, he needed to understand the world's structure first—that was when he could truly spread his wings.

"Senior brother..."

Just as Mu Yang was daydreaming about a bright future, a crisp, oriole-like call rang out, drawing closer. Mu Yang walked to the courtyard, and sure enough, Meixia's petite figure soon appeared before him, accompanied by a burly man.

The man had a thick beard, messy hair, and wore very plain clothes, but he exuded an imposing aura. His piercing eyes, sharp as an eagle's, made it hard to meet his gaze.

The moment Mu Yang saw him, memories of the man's identity surfaced in his mind.

He was the head of the Tianxin Style martial arts school, Meixia's father—Aisafu, and also the teacher of Mu Yang's current body.

"Teacher!" Mu Yang bowed slightly, greeting him with sincere respect.

Aisafu nodded at Mu Yang and asked with concern, "How are you? You just woke up—any discomfort anywhere?"

Mu Yang shook his head.

Seeing this, Aisafu pressed on various spots on Mu Yang's body. After confirming there was no serious issue, he instructed, "Your body is mostly fine, but you overexerted yourself badly before. Remember to recuperate properly. When training in the future, don't push yourself so recklessly. Our Tianxin Style emphasizes solidifying the foundation and nurturing internal energy—the body is the root."

"...Training so chaotically only goes against our core principles. This time you were lucky and only suffered physical depletion; next time, you might not be so fortunate."

Mu Yang naturally couldn't recall the essence of the Tianxin Style, but he couldn't show that in front of Aisafu, so he nodded hurriedly.

"From now on, I'll have Meixia supervise your training. Our school doesn't have many disciples, and we rely on you to carry it forward. As the senior disciple, you must set an example."

"Disciple understands." Mu Yang could only nod again, obediently accepting the lecture, while Meixia giggled on the side.

After checking on him, Aisafu told him to rest well and then left. The Tianxin Style relied on Aisafu to hold it together, and he had other disciples to guide, so he couldn't linger.

Once Aisafu was gone, Mu Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even though Aisafu had just stood there, his intense pressure had made Mu Yang's heart race.

That must be a martial artist's aura.

Raising an eyebrow, Mu Yang bit his lip and glanced back at Meixia, who was still grinning foolishly.

"Baby, you seem pretty happy?"

"What? I wasn't laughing. Senior brother, your eyes must be playing tricks on you." Meixia immediately wiped the smile off her face and said seriously.

Mu Yang gave her a few looks without responding, which made Meixia deflate a little.

"Fine, I laughed a little..."

Mu Yang snorted twice and stopped picking on Meixia.

Over the next ten days or so, Mu Yang slowly recuperated under Meixia's care. When he finally recovered, he also relearned the cultivation methods of the Tianxin Style from her.

Thanks to the scattered memories already in his mind, Mu Yang quickly grasped the Tianxin Style's techniques on his "second go."

For now, both Mu Yang and Meixia were still training in the basics. According to Aisafu, the early stages of the Tianxin Style were all about building a foundation—once the body was tempered, they could move on to deeper content. In short, it was a method that started hard and got easier.

Leveraging the foundation laid by the original body, Mu Yang didn't struggle much and soon integrated everything he had learned before.

A month later, fully familiar with his physical condition, Mu Yang began his normal training.

As a martial arts school, the Tianxin Style's disciples lived a semi-secluded life, their territory nestled in the Da Qingshan Mountains, far from the hustle and bustle of the mortal world.

Behind the Da Qingshan Mountains stretched hundreds of miles of primeval mountains, unnamed but teeming with countless dangerous creatures. The edges could serve as training grounds, but without a teacher's guidance, Tianxin Style disciples were forbidden from venturing deep into the primeval mountains.

One day, the sun was bright, the breeze gentle.

In the small courtyard.

Mu Yang, drenched in sweat, practiced his punches relentlessly, drilling the basic movements—throwing and retracting punches, lifting his legs for side kicks—and, through the constant motion, adjusted how his muscles exerted force. Each session felt like a rebirth, and the visible progress kept him tirelessly engaged.

Drops of sweat dripped from the bridge of his nose. As his body spun, it stirred up countless air currents, which clashed with the surrounding airflow, producing a series of sharp "thump, thump, thump" sounds.

Mu Yang's movement speed was also extremely fast. As he rapidly twisted his body, several blurred afterimages appeared in the air, much like the speed Meixia had shown that day. But compared to Meixia, Mu Yang seemed to be even a little faster.

After a while, Mu Yang calmed the air currents and stood still, regulating his internal energy.

The early stages of the Tianxin Style felt to him like practicing a secret martial arts manual, and he was utterly fascinated. Gradually, a warm current of energy formed inside his body.

This energy was said to be the primal force cultivated by the Tianxin Style, capable of nourishing the body and unlocking latent potential. Mu Yang didn't know how much of that was true, but based on what he'd seen so far, the Tianxin Style clearly had its unique merits. If he had been transported into a martial arts world, his current strength would already qualify him as a master.

And this was just the result of a little over a month of training; he would only grow more powerful from here.

Involuntarily, a sharp glint flashed in Mu Yang's eyes, and his gaze grew even more resolute. He felt like he was about to soar!