Another month passed, and Chen Tianyuan's injuries healed completely. Over the past year and more, he had also grown to over 1.8 meters tall.
His Soul Power had not increased that month. Nor had he focused on cultivating it; instead, he had been studying the Body Sect's secret methods and Combat Arts...
Night had fallen over the training grounds behind the mountain. The moon shone bright, and the stars were sparse.
The entire world had fallen silent, without so much as an insect's chirp or a bird's call.
Long Aotian and Chen Tianyuan sat cross-legged on the ground as Du Busi had instructed.
Du Busi looked at the two of them, his eyes filled with satisfaction. With these two here, how could the Body Sect fail to flourish?
He asked, "Do you know why I called you out so late at night?"
Chen Tianyuan yawned. "To look at the stars?"
Long Aotian glanced up at the night sky, then his mouth twitched. "Junior brother, there aren't exactly many stars up there."
Du Busi's face darkened. Neither of them saw him move, but both felt a sharp pain at the back of their heads.
He said slowly, "The Body Sect's legacy stretches back thousands of years, and its Combat Arts are beyond counting. But there is one art that only successive sect masters have been allowed to learn. I called you out here to teach it to you."
Long Aotian froze. "Master, you just said only the sect master can learn it. Why call me here too?"
"Rules are dead; people are alive," Du Busi snapped. "Tianyuan won't be able to remain at the Body Sect all the time. He's also the Sea God Pavilion Master. When he's away, you'll be the acting sect master. Why shouldn't you learn it?"