For the next while, Mu Yang continued testing his speed and explosive power. The results delighted him greatly. Although he was still unfamiliar with controlling this body, its physical qualities far surpassed those of his previous life. He was already very satisfied with that.
This body's physical condition is terrifyingly good, Mu Yang thought happily.
"Hm?" Suddenly, his brow furrowed. A sharp, piercing pain began to spread, and his brain felt as though it had been turned into a mangled mess.
Then it was as if he had been swept into a vortex. Memories from two worlds mingled in his mind, fragmented images gathering into different scenes that flashed through his consciousness.
These were this body's memories.
"Mu Yang, Tianxin Style... Da Qingshan Mountains."
Tianxin Style was located along the outskirts of the Da Qingshan Mountains. Farther in lay towering mountain ranges stretching for hundreds of kilometers, inhabited by many extremely dangerous wild animals.
After taking some time to sort through his thoughts, Mu Yang gradually calmed down.
There was no doubt that he had truly crossed over. But whether he had transmigrated into another body or been reincarnated, he had yet to figure out. In any case, he had absorbed most of this body's memories. They were merely buried deep and scattered in his mind, requiring further excavation.
Like how he had called Meixia "baby" without thinking earlier—it had been a subconscious conditioned reflex.
After wandering around the courtyard for a while longer, Mu Yang returned to the house and began rummaging through boxes and cabinets, hoping to find something that might trigger more memories.
Unfortunately, the room was extremely plain, and Mu Yang found nothing useful.
When he opened a drawer, however, he found a mirror. Judging from its craftsmanship, he concluded that he was at least not living in ancient times.
It was good that this was not ancient times. As someone accustomed to modern life, he could not accept that kind of inconvenience.
He made a face at the mirror, then grinned and laughed.
Mu Yang's reflection appeared in the mirror. He had black hair and black eyes, regular and clear features, though his face was somewhat thin and his spirit slightly listless from having just recovered from a serious illness. Still, it did nothing to diminish his handsome appearance. With some proper recuperation, he would be a bona fide handsome guy.
"I'm pretty handsome."
Mu Yang kept nodding at the mirror. He was immensely satisfied with his current circumstances.
He was skilled in martial arts, handsome, and the senior disciple of a martial arts school. He had status, too. With such qualifications, Mu Yang felt this was a stable start. Even if he did not have a protagonist's treatment, as long as he did not encounter a massacre of his entire school or get shoved into a villain's role and foolishly make an enemy of the protagonist, he could live comfortably without any problems.
But how could Mu Yang's ambitions be limited to that? As a transmigrator, would he not be letting down his identity if he did not make something happen? Still, all that would have to wait until he understood the structure of this world. That would be the time for him to display his ambitions.
"Senior Brother..."
Just as Mu Yang was fantasizing about his wonderful future, a clear, lark-like call came from afar and drew closer. Hearing it, Mu Yang walked into the courtyard. Sure enough, before long, Meixia's petite figure appeared before him again, accompanied by a burly man.
The man had a thick beard, disheveled hair, and very simple clothing, yet his entire body radiated an intimidating presence. Especially those bright, sharp eyes of his—like an eagle's, they made people afraid to meet his gaze.
The instant Mu Yang saw him, the man's identity immediately 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.
"Master!" Mu Yang bent slightly at the waist and greeted him with sincere respect.
Aisafu nodded at Mu Yang and asked with concern, "How are you? You just woke up. Is there anywhere you still feel unwell?"
Mu Yang shook his head.
Seeing this, Aisafu pressed several different spots on Mu Yang's body. Once he confirmed that there was no serious problem, he instructed, "There is nothing seriously wrong with your body now, but you overexerted yourself badly before. Remember to recuperate properly. When practicing martial arts in the future, never push yourself this hard again. Our Tianxin Style emphasizes strengthening the body and nurturing one's vital energy. The body is the foundation."
"...Training recklessly like this will only run contrary to our principles. You were lucky this time and only suffered physical depletion. You will not be so lucky next time."
Naturally, Mu Yang could not remember the tenets of Tianxin Style, but he could not let Aisafu notice that. He could only nod hurriedly.
"From now on, I'll have Meixia supervise your training. There are not many people in our school, and its legacy will depend on you two. As the senior disciple, you must lead by example."
"This disciple understands." Mu Yang could only nod again and obediently accept the lecture, while Meixia giggled foolishly at the side.
After checking on him, Aisafu reminded him once more to rest and recover properly before leaving. Tianxin Style depended on Aisafu to keep it going. He still had several other disciples to instruct and could not waste time here.
Only after Aisafu left did Mu Yang finally let out a breath. Although Aisafu had merely stood there, the intense pressure he gave off had still made Mu Yang's heart pound uneasily.
This was probably a martial artist's aura.
Raising an eyebrow, Mu Yang bit his lip and turned to glance at Meixia, who was standing there with her mouth crooked in a foolish grin.
"Baby, you seem very happy?"
"What are you talking about? I wasn't smiling. Senior Brother, your eyes must be playing tricks on you." Meixia immediately wiped the smile from her face and spoke with complete seriousness.
Mu Yang glanced at her a few times without saying anything, immediately leaving Meixia somewhat deflated.
"Fine, I only laughed for a little while..."
Mu Yang snorted twice and stopped picking on Meixia.
Over the next ten days or so, Mu Yang slowly nursed his body back to health under Meixia's care. Once he had fully recovered, he relearned Tianxin Style's cultivation methods from Meixia.
Because scattered memories had already existed in his mind, Mu Yang, setting off again, quickly grasped Tianxin Style's methods.
At present, both Mu Yang and Meixia were still practicing only the basics. According to Aisafu, Tianxin Style's early training was all about laying a foundation. Only after the body had been properly tempered could one come into contact with more profound techniques later on. In short, it was a method that was difficult at first and easy afterward.
Thanks to the foundation this body had already laid, Mu Yang did not have to struggle much after taking over. He soon mastered everything he had learned before.
A month later, after thoroughly familiarizing himself with his body's condition, Mu Yang began his regular training.
As a martial arts school, Tianxin Style's disciples all lived semi-reclusive lives. Their territory lay within the Da Qingshan Mountains, far from the clamor of the mundane world.
Beyond the Da Qingshan Mountains lay the Primeval Mountains, an unbroken range extending for hundreds of kilometers. The Primeval Mountains had no specific name, yet countless dangerous creatures lurked within them. Their outskirts could be used for training, but without a teacher leading them, Tianxin Style disciples were strictly forbidden from venturing deep into the Primeval Mountains.
One day, the sun was bright and the breeze gentle.
In the small courtyard.
Mu Yang practiced his boxing forms, drenched in sweat. He repeatedly drilled the basic movements—punching and retracting his fists, lifting his legs and throwing side kicks—while continually adjusting how his muscles exerted force. Every training session made him feel reborn. The visible progress kept him endlessly engrossed.
Drops of sweat fell from the bridge of his nose. As his body spun, countless vortices of air formed at once. Friction between those vortices and the surrounding currents produced a series of booming bang! bang! bang! sounds.
Mu Yang moved incredibly fast as well. He spun rapidly, and several blurry afterimages suddenly appeared in the air. It was like the speed Meixia had displayed that day, but Mu Yang seemed to be even faster than her.
After a while, Mu Yang calmed the air currents and stood where he was, regulating the breath within his body.
Tianxin Style's early training gave him the sensation of cultivating a martial arts manual, and he was utterly fascinated by it. A warm current of energy gradually formed inside him.
This current was said to be the vital energy cultivated through Tianxin Style martial arts. It could nourish the body and break through one's potential. Mu Yang did not know how much of that was true, but judging from its effects so far, Tianxin Style martial arts clearly possessed something extraordinary. If he had transmigrated into a martial arts world, his current strength would already qualify him as a martial arts master.
And this was only the result of training for a little over a month. He would certainly become even stronger in the future.
A sharp gleam flashed through Mu Yang's eyes, and his gaze grew even more resolute. He felt like he was about to take flight!
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