397: Chapter 397: The Heart of a Martial Artist 397: Chapter 397: The Heart of a Martial Artist “Without Doctor Fang’s attentive guidance, there would not be the Miaomiao of today.
The kindness of Doctor Fang is sothing Miaomiao will never dare to forget for as long as I live!”
Wang Miaomiao stood up, descended from the rock, and with a heart full of endless gratitude, bowed deeply to Fang Bai.
Wang Miaomiao couldn’t recall how many tis she had bowed to Fang Bai these past two days.
With every bow, the gratitude and emotion within her heart deepened a notch.
In Wang Miaomiao’s heart, although Fang Bai was not her master, the kindness he had shown her was comparable to that of a master’s.
From yesterday to today, in just a short span of a day and a night, Fang Bai had brought Wang Miaomiao a transformation akin to rebirth.
Miaomiao’s future prospects had been turned upside down as a result.
Wang Miaomiao had thought that the advancent of two minor realms yesterday was already the end of her path on the Martial Dao.
Yet, she hadn’t expected to advance even further today and to suddenly reach the realm of Yellow Level Perfection.
The realm of Yellow Level Perfection was the pinnacle for Yellow Level Martial Artists.
At the “Doctor Pavilion,” once one’s strength reached this realm, their status and identity would change, and they could truly be considered equals with several of the elders.
“Upon reaching Yellow Level Perfection, your cultivation will encounter a bottleneck.
From now on, if you wish to continue breaking through in the Martial Dao, there is not much more I can help you with; it will all depend on your own opportunities and destiny,”
Fang Bai said with a smile, looking at Wang Miaomiao, who stood before him with hands hanging down and a respectful deanor.
“Can I…
really advance even further?”
Wang Miaomiao asked cautiously, her voice trembling slightly.
A breakthrough from Yellow Level Perfection would an stepping into the ranks of Profound Level Martial Artists, a goal Wang Miaomiao had never dared to even dream of before.
“Actually…
I feel very satisfied with the achievents I have now.
Whether I can break through again isn’t important to ,”
Wang Miaomiao quickly added.
“You are wrong!”
Fang Bai’s expression beca serious, and he said solemnly, “Martial Artists must always maintain an aspiring heart, a spirit of progress, a never-say-die attitude, and a heart that never admits defeat!
I have already used elixirs to perform Marrow Cleansing on you; your foundation is now better than that of most martial artists in this world.
As long as you do not cease cultivating, you are certain to continue making progress!”
Fang Bai walked to the edge of the cliff, hands behind his back, and looked at the morning sun that had just risen above the sea of clouds.
He then said, word by word, “Always rember this: Effort does not guarantee success, but giving up ensures failure.”
The whistling mountain wind fluttered Fang Bai’s clothes and his black hair, giving off the impression that he might take flight with the breeze at any mont.
The sunlight casting upon him added a touch of holiness and mystery to his figure.
“Yes, Miaomiao will rember!”
Wang Miaomiao nodded vigorously.
At that mont, in Wang Miaomiao’s eyes, Fang Bai, bathed in the glow of the morning sun, stood tall like a towering deity, inducing an urge to prostrate in worship.
By now, the day had fully dawned, and the majority of guests attending the “World Traditional Chinese dicine Conference” had already awoken.
Seeing more and more people approaching the cliff area, Fang Bai and Wang Miaomiao did not linger any longer; they left one after the other, as if gliding away.
Accompanied by Wang Miaomiao, Fang Bai went to the restaurant for breakfast and then t up with Wen Yu, Lin Ruoxue, and others at the “Hundred Grass Residence.”
“I’m quite familiar with Hua Chun and Hua Yi from Zhongzhou’s ‘Rejuvenation Hall.’ To avoid suspicion, after I enter the conference center, I won’t sit with you all.
Don’t worry, I have a way to keep in touch with Miaomiao at all tis.
The first prize in this dical skills competition is as good as Miaomiao’s!”
After Fang Bai finished speaking, he gave Wang Miaomiao an encouraging look, exchanged a few pleasantries with Wen Yu, Lin Ruoxue, and others, then left for the conference center alone.
“Miaomiao, what did Doctor Fang teach you during the whole night you two were in the secret room?”
After Fang Bai left, Wen Yu looked at Wang Miaomiao with a smile and asked softly.
Wang Miaomiao used to be just an ordinary disciple of the “Doctor Pavilion,” not significant enough to catch the attention of higher-ups like Wen Yu.
But now, things were different.
With her connection to Fang Bai, Wang Miaomiao’s role had beco important, and the attitudes of the “Doctor Pavilion” elders, including Wen Yu, toward her were getting better and better.
Moreover, after receiving personal guidance from Fang Bai, Wang Miaomiao’s strength had improved by leaps and bounds, and her dical skills had also increased; she was no longer comparable to an ordinary “Doctor Pavilion” disciple.
“Doctor Fang asked to go over the dical skills I learned from him yesterday, and he also explained so martial arts concepts…”
Wang Miaomiao rembered Fang Bai’s words well and did not reveal a single word about the cultivation thods and dical skills he had taught her.
“Doctor Fang is very confident that you will take first place.
How confident are you yourself?”
Wen Yu smiled and asked again.
Wen Yu was not annoyed by Wang Miaomiao’s tight-lipped deanor; on the contrary, he appreciated it, thinking that the disciple was honest and trustworthy, with good character, and deserved to be nurtured.
“I will do my utmost not to disappoint the Pavilion Master and the elders, and not to embarrass Doctor Fang!”
While Fang Bai had told Wang Miaomiao that with her current dical skills, she was no less skilled than the four National Doctors of Huaxia and had a great chance of taking first place, Wang Miaomiao did not boast to Wen Yu that the first place in the dical skill competition was hers to claim.
Wang Miaomiao felt she was still too young and had much too much to learn, so she dared not harbor any arrogance or complacency.
She decided to devote herself to cultivating ancient martial arts and studying dical skills after the “World Traditional Chinese dicine Conference,” continuously enhancing herself.
In the past, Wang Miaomiao had aid to reach the level of her master Zhu Ying in terms of ancient warrior cultivation and dical skill learning.
However, after being guided by Fang Bai, her horizons were greatly broadened as she realized the existence of such miraculous cultivation thods and extraordinary dical skills in the world.
Now, Wang Miaomiao had set her sights on reaching Fang Bai’s level.
Having reached Yellow Level Perfection realm, she could now sit as an equal with several elders in the pavilion.
If it had been any other “Doctor Pavilion” disciple, they would have already been bragging to Wen Yu and the other high-levels, but Wang Miaomiao kept silent.
The cultivation thod passed down to Wang Miaomiao by Fang Bai was very special, able to conceal one’s aura well, so Wen Yu and the others did not realize for a while that Wang Miaomiao had advanced in strength again.
A mont later, the “Doctor Pavilion” disciples, led by Wen Yu, dressed in the pavilion’s distinctive white attire, and headed together for the conference center at the center of the mountaintop to participate in the dical skills comparison among the disciples of the five ancient dical sects starting promptly at eight o’clock.
The “World Traditional Chinese dicine Conference” was a prestigious event in the world of dical science, and the comparison of dical skills among the disciples of the five ancient dical sects was the highlight within the highlight, eagerly anticipated by all guests during the congress.
When Wen Yu and others arrived at the entrance to the conference center, they encountered the elders of the other four ancient dical sects arriving one after another with their disciples.
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