Mrs. Xu packed a bag of washed fruit for him and reminded him again to take care of his health.
Xu Wuyi agreed, hugged his mother, said goodbye to his father, and then turned to leave.
The door closed behind him.
Xu Wuyi stood in the hallway, pausing for two seconds before heading downstairs.
At 10:20 AM, the subsonic aircraft to Yuntai City took off on ti.
Xu Wuyi sat in a window seat, watching the silhouette of Red River City below shrink until it was finally covered by clouds.
The cabin was quiet. Most passengers were either resting with their eyes closed or using their personal terminals.
Outside the window, the sea of clouds was pure white, and the sunlight was dazzling.
At 1:00 PM, the aircraft landed at the Yuntai City airport.
He hailed a driverless taxi and gave the address for Star Martial University.
Twenty minutes later, the iconic silver gates of Star Martial University appeared in his view.
There were many people coming and going at the school gate, mostly students, but also so visitors.
Xu Wuyi showed his student ID, passed through the security check, and walked onto campus.
At Star Martial University in September, the trees lining the roads were beginning to be tinged with gold.
Faint shouts and the roar of Qi and Blood could be heard from the direction of the training grounds, while the library area was much quieter, with only a few students coming and going.
Everything seed unchanged.
But Xu Wuyi knew the change was within himself.
He returned to Hidden Dragon Garden and entered his personal Cultivation Room—a familiar, pure white space with simple equipnt, a constant temperature, and a stable energy concentration.
After putting down his luggage, Xu Wuyi didn’t imdiately begin to cultivate.
He walked to the center of the room and stood there quietly for a mont.
Then, he grasped the standard-issue long spear leaning against the wall and assud the Starting Form of the Wind-Settling Spear, the Army Stabilization Form.
Feet planted firmly, back straight, he gripped the spear with both hands.
He had practiced this stance thousands upon thousands of tis; it was already carved into his very bones.
But today, the mont he held the spear and sank his center of gravity, an unprecedented feeling washed over him.
It wasn’t unfamiliarity, but... clarity.
It was as if he had been viewing this Spear Technique through a thin mist before, but now the mist had lifted, and everything was perfectly clear.
The "Immovable Mountain" aspect of the Army Stabilization Form wasn’t just about standing firm; it was about one’s breath, Qi and Blood, and Spirit becoming one with the Earth, forming a truly unshakable foundation.
The ultimate control over his body, which Xu Wuyi had honed through years of practicing the Basic Body Refining Technique, rged perfectly with the Spear Technique at this mont.
He could even "hear" the subtle sound of his Qi and Blood circulating through his waist and legs. He could perceive the complete path of power rising from the soles of his feet, passing through his hips, spine, shoulders, and arms, and finally channeling through to the spear’s tip.
A realization ca to him naturally.
Maintaining the Army Stabilization Form, his consciousness sank into his sea of consciousness.
The ancient Bronze Scroll floated quietly. With a thought from Xu Wuyi, a panel unfolded.
[Martial Arts Diligence Record]
[Martial Arts: Wind-Settling Spear]
[Current Realm: Great Success (100%)]
[Martial Arts Traits: Silk Binding Force]
[Evaluation: Spear Technique is complete. Intention is ford.]
His proficiency in the Great Success Realm had, at so point, reached its peak.
Xu Wuyi withdrew from his sea of consciousness, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
Without hesitation, he flicked his spear, shifting from stillness to motion.
Cloud-Breaking Stab!
The spear tip thrust out. There was no whistling wind, no sharp shriek, only a line as straight as if drawn with a ruler.
Its speed didn’t seem fast, yet it gave off an unavoidable feeling, as if wherever the spear tip pointed was its inevitable destination.
At the end of the thrust, the spear tip didn’t waver in the slightest.
He retracted the spear, then thrust again.
A second thrust, a third...
Xu Wuyi was completely imrsed in the world of his Spear Technique.
He no longer deliberately pursued the "standard," but instead followed his body’s instincts, surrendering to that feeling of clarity.
Every thrust was natural, yet terrifyingly precise.
Ten tis, thirty tis, fifty tis...
Sweat began to bead on his skin, and his arm muscles signaled their aching protest, but Xu Wuyi seed not to notice.
His Spirit was exceptionally focused, his entire Heart and Spirit bound to the long spear in his hands.
One hundred tis.
The mont he completed the final Standard Action, a familiar feeling descended.
[Today’s effective cultivation has reached one hundred repetitions. You have obtained one "Enlightennt."]
A cool torrent of understanding swept over him, but this ti, it carried not fragnted insights and concepts, but a complete "Intention."
The Intention of the Wind-Settling Spear.
Immovable Mountain is the foundation, the bedrock that supports everything.
Raging like fire is the cutting edge, the resolve that tears through all obstacles.
And between these two was a continuous, coiling "force"—the Silk Binding Force.
It was like the mist in the mountains, seemingly soft, yet able to seep into the tiniest cracks; like magma deep within the earth, accumulating explosive power beneath a stable surface.
Xu Wuyi "saw" that these three were fundantally one and the sa.
Only because the mountain is still can the fire have a base to burn upon; only when the fire rages can the mountain display its firmness. And the Silk Binding Force is the bridge connecting mountain and fire, the most intricate network for the circulation of Qi and Blood and the transmission of power.
The epiphany was like a lamp lighting up the darkness.
When he erged from the state of Enlightennt, the long spear in his hand naturally traced a circle.
The circle was not fast, even sowhat slow, but where the spear tip passed, the air seed to be pulled and distorted by an invisible force, letting out a low moan.
Around the spear’s shaft, faint, thread-like traces, like spiraling air currents, were vaguely visible.
At the sa ti, the Martial Arts Diligence Record in his sea of consciousness flashed faintly.
[Martial Arts: Wind-Settling Spear]
[Current Realm: Perfection]
[Martial Arts Traits: Silk Binding Force]
[Evaluation: Spear Technique at Perfection. Intention is self-generating.]
’I broke through.’
From his return from the rift battlefield in Red River City to this enlightennt during spear practice, no more than three days had passed.
Yet in this short ti, the Wind-Settling Spear had crossed the threshold between the Great Success and Perfection Realms, officially reaching the Perfection Realm.
Xu Wuyi retracted his spear and stood tall, a smile gracing his lips.
’The spear in my hands feels different.’
’No, the spear is the sa.’
’I’m the one who’s changed.’
As a C-level Martial Arts, the Wind-Settling Spear still fell into the category of "Martial Arts," which was not directly related to the Spirit. Yet, this was precisely where he had gained the most insight this ti.
He had successfully integrated his own two True Intentions into the "Silk Binding Force."
One could say that before, he was rely learning this Spear Technique. Now, however, he was "using" it—using the Spear Technique to express his own "Intention."
The difference between learning sothing and truly making it your own was the gap between the Great Success and Perfection Realms.
Xu Wuyi felt as if he had co to a realization.
The afterglow of the breakthrough lasted the entire afternoon.
Xu Wuyi did not leave the Cultivation Room, instead continuing to consolidate his new Realm.
At the Perfection Level, every move and form of the Wind-Settling Spear held a deeper aning.
The originally concise three forms could now be evolved into nurous variations in his hands, yet they never strayed from their core principles.
Two days later, a notification regarding the settlent of his Federation rit Points arrived on Xu Wuyi’s communicator right on ti.
He was in the Cultivation Room practicing the Wind-Settling Spear when Anna’s notification tone interrupted his rhythm.
"Xu Wuyi, you have an encrypted ssage from the Eastern River Branch of the Federation Martial Arts Hall regarding the settlent of rit Points. The clearance level is ’Martial Artist·Combat Preparation’."
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