High Martial Arts: Enlightenment after Practices

Third, the function of the Visualization Method.

The Visualization Method is a tool for refining one’s Spirit and guiding the formation of a Heart Image. However, when choosing or creating a Visualization Method, it must align with one’s own path, or the effort will be twice as hard for half the result.

Xu Wuyi planned to briefly introduce several common approaches to Visualization Methods in his course but wouldn’t provide specific Cultivation Techniques, as those were far too personal.

Fourth, refinement through real combat.

After a Heart Image Prototype is condensed, it needs to be tested and adjusted in actual combat. The pressure of a life-and-death battle often reveals the flaws in one’s Heart Image, allowing for targeted improvements.

Of course, he wouldn’t encourage his students to take unnecessary risks, but he would emphasize the importance of "appropriate pressure."

Having written this far, Xu Wuyi paused to think.

The course would last four weeks, with two ninety-minute classes each week.

That wasn’t a lot of time. To explain all this content clearly while also leaving room for interaction and Q&A, he would need to meticulously plan the pacing.

He opened the course schedule and began assigning a theme to each week...

He wrote quickly. More than three months of reflection had already organized these insights clearly in his mind.

His fingertips danced across the keyboard as lines of text appeared. He would occasionally pause to consider his wording, ensuring his expressions were precise without being overly obscure.

The teahouse attendant came in to refill his water twice. Seeing how focused Xu Wuyi was, they moved quietly so as not to disturb him.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and the streetlights began to flicker on one by one.

Xu Wuyi finally finished the outline for the last section and let out a long breath.

The document had already grown to thousands of words. Its structure was complete and its logic was clear, but it still needed to be refined into a detailed lesson plan.

He glanced at the time. Four o’clock in the afternoon.

’Time to go home.’

After paying his bill and leaving the teahouse, Xu Wuyi walked back toward Shanshui Manor. On a winter evening, the sky darkened early, and the cold wind was a bit more biting than it had been during the day.

He pulled his coat tighter, his mind still preoccupied with the course.

’Teaching and combat are two completely different domains.’

’In battle, you only need to focus on yourself and the enemy—power, speed, timing, strategy—everything serves the purpose of victory.’

’Teaching, however, requires considering the audience’s ability to understand. You have to break down complex insights into easily digestible points of knowledge. You must guide, not indoctrinate; inspire thought, not just provide answers.’

For Xu Wuyi, this was a new challenge.

But he wasn’t opposed to it.

On the contrary, he saw it as an excellent opportunity.

’Organizing my own Martial Arts System and articulating it with words is, in itself, a process of deepening my own understanding.’

’Besides, if I can help those young Martial Artists on the verge of condensing their Heart Images and prevent them from taking a few wrong turns, then that’s a good thing, too.’

When he returned to the villa, dinner was already prepared.

Mrs. Xu had made a steaming lamb hot pot, its fragrance filling the entire living room. Father Xu was setting out the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing him return, he asked, "Did you get everything done?"

"Yeah." Xu Wuyi took off his coat. "Linjiang Martial Arts University invited me to be a guest professor next semester. I accepted."

Father Xu and Mrs. Xu exchanged a glance, both somewhat surprised.

"A professor?" Mrs. Xu put down the soup ladle. "Teaching what?"

"The condensation of the Heart Image Prototype." Xu Wuyi sat down at the dining table. "It’s a short-term course for upper-year students."

"That’s wonderful," Father Xu said, a smile spreading across his face. "My son is a professor now."

Mrs. Xu, however, was a little worried. "Do you... have any experience? Teaching isn’t the same as fighting, you know."

"That’s why I have to prepare lessons." Xu Wuyi picked up his chopsticks. "I’ve already written a first draft of the lesson plan. I’ll finish it up tomorrow and submit it to the university for review."

"Oh, good." Mrs. Xu finally relaxed and placed a piece of lamb in his bowl. "Eat up. You need to keep your strength."

After dinner, Xu Wuyi didn’t go straight to the Cultivation Room. Instead, he watched some TV with his parents.

The news was reporting on the preparations for the Federation Youth Martial Arts Tournament. This year’s event was larger than in previous years, with a higher prize pool, attracting the attention of countless young Martial Artists.

Looking at the energetic faces on the screen, Xu Wuyi recalled the time he had participated in the youth tournament.

It was only a little over two years ago.

’Time really flies.’

"Oh, right," Father Xu suddenly remembered something. "Zhou Heng called this afternoon. He said Weiwei is pregnant."

Xu Wuyi turned his head, a little speechless. "Really? That guy works fast..."

Zhou Heng was the same age as him; he would only be twenty-three after the New Year. In this day and age, that was considered getting married and having children early.

"Mhm, they just found out. She’s two months along," Father Xu said with a smile. "That kid Zhou Heng was so happy he was practically incoherent. Said he’s going to be a father after the New Year."

Mrs. Xu laughed as well. "We’ll have to prepare a big red envelope for them."

Xu Wuyi nodded, feeling happy for Zhou Heng in his heart.

’The life of an ordinary person—getting married, having children, working, raising a family... these seemingly common milestones are sometimes a luxury for frontline Martial Artists.’

He was already content just to have this period of peace, to be by his parents’ side, and to watch his old friend enter a new stage of life.

A little after nine, Xu Wuyi returned to his room.

He didn’t rest right away. Instead, he opened his terminal, pulled up the course outline he had written that afternoon, and began refining it into a detailed lesson plan.

The theme for the first week’s classes was "An Overview of the Heart Image and Self-Awareness."

He needed to prepare explanations of some fundamental theories, but more importantly, he had to design interactive segments to guide the students to reflect on their own paths in Martial Arts.

Xu Wuyi added a few questions to the document:

Why do you practice Martial Arts?

What kind of Martial Artist do you hope to become?

What is the Mental Realm you have currently comprehended? What does it mean to you?

What do you believe are your spiritual characteristics? (e.g., tenacious, agile, tolerant, sharp...)

These questions had no standard answers; their purpose was to make the students begin to examine themselves.

Next, he planned to use two case studies to aid his explanation.

The first case study could be Flame Venerable’s path of "I am the Flame." This path was extreme and pure, involving the complete fusion of oneself with the Flame Realm to achieve the rank of Grandmaster.

The second case study could be his own path of the "Golden Crow Carrying the Earth." Using the body as the earth to bear the Flame, the two elements complement each other.

The two cases represented two different approaches to constructing a Heart Image.

He continued writing, detailing the time allotted for explaining each point, planning the time for class discussions, and even considering potential questions and how to answer them.

Before he knew it, the night outside had grown deep.

Xu Wuyi checked the time. One in the morning.

He had already completed the detailed lesson plan for the first two weeks, and the outline for the latter two weeks was also further refined. He saved the document and closed the terminal.

’Time to rest.’

As he lay down in bed, Xu Wuyi’s mind was still replaying the course design.

’This whole teaching thing is more complex than I imagined, but it’s also more interesting.’

’Taking the principles learned in life-and-death battles, the experiences gleaned from solitary Cultivation, organizing them into systematic knowledge, and passing it on to those who come after... ’

’Perhaps this, too, is a form of cultivation.’

Outside, Red River City fell into a deep slumber, with only a few scattered lights twinkling in the winter night.

Xu Wuyi closed his eyes, his breathing gradually steadying.

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