High Martial Arts: Enlightenment after Practices

Xu Wuyi looked at his teacher and suddenly asked, "Teacher, do you think we can win?"

Han Mo didn’t answer right away.

He looked up at the simulated moon in the artificial sky, watching it for a long, long time.

"I don’t know," he finally said. "But I trust those old-timers. They’ve lived for over a hundred years and have been through tougher wars than this. Since they chose to open a Grandmaster battlefield, they must have some confidence."

"Even if the price is death?"

"Yes." Han Mo’s voice was soft. "The path of a Martial Artist has always been one of walking toward death to find life. We cultivate, we grow stronger, we fight. If we die to protect others, that, too, is a form of Perfection."

Xu Wuyi fell silent.

That night, the master and disciple spoke for a long time in the courtyard.

Han Mo spoke of his experiences as a young man. He told of how he went from being an ordinary Martial Artist to a Quasi-Grandmaster, step by step. He also spoke of the life and death he had seen on the battlefield, the betrayals he had witnessed, and the perseverance he had observed.

Xu Wuyi listened quietly, rarely interrupting.

He knew his teacher was using this moment to show him another side of the Martial Arts—that it wasn’t just about killing and growing stronger, but also about responsibility and legacy.

...

Xu Wuyi stayed in Xingjing for another ten days.

During those ten days, aside from his daily cultivation, he spent his time monitoring frontline battle reports through the military’s internal network.

But news from the Grandmaster battlefield was strictly classified. The only information available to the public were official notices like, "The battle is fierce. We ask the public to remain confident."

Until the morning of the eleventh day.

Just as Xu Wuyi finished his morning exercises, there was an urgent knock on the courtyard gate.

He opened the gate to find Zhou Zheng standing outside. The normally stern head of the Special Operations Division wore an indescribable expression, a mixture of excitement and gravity.

"Martial Artist Xu, a frontline report." Zhou Zheng handed him an encrypted tablet. "General Command has already briefed all military personnel."

Xu Wuyi took the tablet and entered his authorization code.

The battle report appeared on the encrypted tablet’s screen, presented in a concise military format.

[Report Number: AX-6041 · Top Secret]

[Date: November 2nd]

[Situation Summary: Full-scale conflict erupted between the Federation Grandmaster contingent and the Feathered People King Level contingent. After four hours and forty-five minutes of fierce battle, the Federation forces killed six Feathered King Level experts and severely wounded three. On our side, Grandmaster ’Hundred Battles’ Han Ce is confirmed to have fallen. Seven other Grandmasters, including ’Town Sea’ and Flame Venerable, have sustained injuries of varying degrees.]

[Current Status: The Feathered People Civilization has unilaterally declared a ceasefire. All frontline troops have withdrawn three hundred kilometers behind the original line of control. Energy fluctuations in the Rift Valley Star Realm and the Skywater Star Realm have stabilized. Grandmaster Level confrontations have ceased.]

[Casualty Report (Preliminary): ...]

Xu Wuyi’s gaze lingered for a long time on the line "Grandmaster Han Ce is confirmed to have fallen."

A Grandmaster had died in battle.

But six of the Feathered People’s King Level experts were dead.

From a strategic perspective, it was undoubtedly a victory—a brutal victory bought with blood.

He closed the tablet and handed it back to Zhou Zheng.

"Thank you," Xu Wuyi said.

Zhou Zheng took the device, his expression still complex. "General Command has already reported the results to all field-grade officers and above. Grandmaster Lin Shuo asked me to tell you that the war... is basically over."

’Basically over.’

The two words were spoken lightly, yet they were heavy enough to steal one’s breath.

Xu Wuyi nodded, not asking any more questions.

Zhou Zheng saluted and left, and the courtyard gate closed once more.

Xu Wuyi stood in the courtyard. The morning sun, filtering through the artificial sky, felt warm on his skin.

He looked up at the simulated blue sky and suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

’The war that lasted nearly a year... is over just like that?’

But it was only the war with the Feathered People Civilization that had concluded. On the Star Realm Battlefield, countless other alien civilizations were still watching like hungry tigers.

Two hours later, Han Mo returned to the small courtyard.

This time, he had changed into clean casual clothes. The fatigue on his face had lessened, but his eyes were still bloodshot.

"Did you see the report?" Han Mo asked.

"I did." Xu Wuyi poured him a cup of tea. "Grandmaster Han Ce..."

"He chose to take a Feathered King down with him." Han Mo sat on the stone stool, his voice a little hoarse.

"The report didn’t include the details, but Grandmaster Lin Shuo told me privately. At the time, three Feathered Kings were surrounding Grandmaster ’Town Sea’. Grandmaster Han Ce burned his life-source to forcibly hold one of them back, creating an opportunity for the others to land a killing blow."

Xu Wuyi was silent.

’Burn your life-source to ensure mutual destruction.’

’That is the resolve of a Grandmaster.’

Han Mo took a sip of tea, his tone gradually lightening. "The Feathered People lost six King Level experts; it’s a crippling blow. They’ll need at least twenty years to recover their strength. During this time, the Federation can focus on development and cultivating a new generation of Grandmasters."

He looked at Xu Wuyi. "The fighting is basically over. All that’s left are negotiations, troop withdrawals, and establishing a buffer zone. You can think about going home."

’Home.’

Xu Wuyi was slightly taken aback.

"Dongjiang Province, Linjiang City." Han Mo smiled. "Your parents are still there, right? Go back and see them. The war is over. It’s time to live a few normal days."

Xu Wuyi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just nodded.

"What about you, Teacher?"

"Me?" Han Mo stretched. "I’ll stay in Xingjing for a few days, then it’s back to Star Martial for me."

He said it casually, but Xu Wuyi could detect a faint sense of loss in his voice.

Teacher Han Mo was originally a professor at Star Martial. He went to the battlefield this time in response to the Federation’s call to arms, but also to avenge his own teacher, Grandmaster Yue.

Now, with the Celestial Wolf Civilization on the brink of annihilation and the Feathered People Civilization crippled, his revenge was mostly complete, leaving him feeling somewhat adrift.

It wasn’t just Han Mo; Xu Wuyi felt the same way.

Han Mo stood up and patted Xu Wuyi’s shoulder. "Go back, get some good rest, and spend time with your family. The Military Department will notify you later about commendations and medals."

"Yes, sir."

Han Mo left.

Xu Wuyi sat alone in the courtyard for a long time.

Until his personal terminal vibrated.

[Federation Military Department · Personnel Allocation Division: To Martial Artist Xu Wuyi. In accordance with the frontline situation and Federation Resolution 7743, all your wartime conscription duties are hereby terminated. Effective immediately, you are free to choose your own path. A dedicated liaison will contact you regarding subsequent commendations, medals, and the redemption of merits. We wish you fortune in your Martial Arts journey.]

Xu Wuyi looked at the final phrase, "We wish you fortune in your Martial Arts journey," and let out a soft breath.

’It’s over.’

’It’s really over.’

...

「Two days later, at the Xingjing Civil Spaceport.」

Xu Wuyi stood in the departure lounge, a simple pack on his back.

He wasn’t wearing a military uniform or combat fatigues, just a plain black tracksuit. He looked like a recent college graduate.

People milled about, most of them military personnel. Some were being redeployed, others were on leave, heading home.

The atmosphere was much more relaxed than a few days ago. Many people had smiles on their faces, quietly discussing news from the front.

"Did you hear? The Feathered People are withdrawing their troops!"

"Really? Is that true?"

"Of course it’s true! My cousin works at General Command. He said negotiations are already underway. In a month at most, all our forces will be pulled back to our home territory."

"That’s great... This war is finally over."

"Yeah, my son just turned one month old, and I haven’t even held him yet..."

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