My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

Hearing this, Elder Huang’s small eyes narrowed. Liang Cheng reacted instinctively, his True Qi circulating as his heart skipped a beat. He had always known Elder Huang was no simple man, but only now, after breaking through to the True Qi Realm, could he truly appreciate how unfathomable the elder’s strength was.

But in the next moment, Elder Huang was calm again. "Alright, we’ll stick to the usual arrangement. Come pick up your things at the agreed-upon time. Don’t worry, I’ll keep this a secret for you. You wouldn’t have come to me for this stuff otherwise."

"Thank you, Elder Huang."

Elder Huang suddenly asked, "How many True Qi Seeds did you condense?"

"Huh?"

"The worthless are lucky to break through with a single True Qi Seed. The mediocre manage two or three. The talented form four or five, and geniuses, six or seven. A Perfect Dao Foundation requires eight or nine. So, what about you, kid?"

Liang Cheng answered without any hesitation, "Five!"

Elder Huang squinted, staring at him for a long moment, but Liang Cheng’s expression remained unchanged. "Remember to tell those old Masters at the Martial Arts Academy the same thing. Now, scram."

Elder Huang ignored him after that. Liang Cheng sheepishly rubbed his nose, bowed, and departed.

The moment he stepped out the door, he was stopped by a Steward Disciple and escorted to Mingxin Pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, Lü Bingchen and Yan Song were already waiting. The moment Liang Cheng stepped into the room, the two senior leaders of the Martial Arts Academy fixed their electric gazes upon him.

Then, both men burst into hearty, exultant laughter.

"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!"

Lü Bingchen repeated the word "excellent" three times, stepping forward to clap Liang Cheng firmly on the shoulder. Feeling the young man’s aura, as steady as a mountain, his eyes filled with gratification.

"Your True Qi is condensed and stable, your foundation as profound as an abyss. You truly have broken through! Our Martial Arts Academy has gained another True Qi Realm prodigy!"

A smile even appeared on Yan Song’s usually stern face. He nodded and said, "It’s good you’ve returned safely. The matter at Black Wind Ridge was handled cleanly and decisively. You brought glory to our Martial Arts Academy and eliminated a future threat. Very well done."

Just then, a gentle yet boundless aura, as vast as the sea, silently enveloped Mingxin Pavilion.

An elderly man in a simple gray robe, with sharp and distinguished features, appeared in the center of the pavilion as if from thin air.

Lü Bingchen and Yan Song’s expressions immediately turned solemn as they bowed. "Dean."

The Dean of the Martial Arts Academy, Bai Hong.

Dean Bai Hong’s gaze fell upon Liang Cheng, seeming to pierce through all falsehoods and see his very essence. He watched for a moment before nodding slowly, his voice calm and even.

"How many True Qi Seeds did you condense?"

"Five."

Yan Song and Lü Bingchen both jolted in surprise, and even Bai Hong couldn’t suppress a smile.

"Liang Cheng. Eighteen years old. You entered the Martial Arts Academy and have cultivated diligently without cease; you have fought opponents beyond your rank; you have ascended to a Celestial Dormitory; you have exterminated the bandits of West Mountain Black Wind Ridge; and you have broken through to the True Qi Realm."

"Your talent, temperament, perseverance, and combat prowess are all of the highest caliber."

"Today, I, in my capacity as Dean of the Martial Arts Academy, hereby accept you as a True Disciple. You shall be granted a True Disciple’s courtyard and enjoy the corresponding resources. An auspicious day will be chosen to hold the Grand Ceremony, and the news will be announced to the entire city."

A True Disciple!

The Martial Arts Academy had countless disciples, but those who could become True Disciples were a mere handful in any given generation.

It meant receiving the highest level of cultivation support from the Academy, a priority allocation of its most vital resources, and a guarantee of future influence within Lin Wu City!

In the current generation, there were only two other True Disciples, both of whom were away from the Academy on missions. This made Liang Cheng the third True Disciple of his generation.

Liang Cheng took a deep breath and gave a deep, formal bow. "I, Liang Cheng, thank you, Dean. I will not fail the trust the Martial Arts Academy has placed in me!"

Bai Hong smiled faintly. His figure slowly faded away, leaving only his voice echoing in the hall. "In three days, the Grand Ceremony will be held before the Martial Hero Hall."

The news that the Dean had personally taken a disciple—and that Liang Cheng had been named a True Disciple—swept through the entire Martial Arts Academy in an instant. From there, it spread with even greater speed to every corner of Lin Wu City.

...

「City Lord’s Mansion.」

Shen Wenyuan set down his teacup, clapped his hands, and roared with laughter. "What a kid! I knew I wasn’t wrong about him! True Qi Realm! A True Disciple! HAHAHA, that old bastard Wu Zhenshan... his face must be a priceless sight right now!"

Inside the Government Office of the Martial Preparation Hall, Wu Zhenshan sat in silence behind his desk, his knuckles drumming slowly on the tabletop.

After a long moment, he grunted. "The True Qi Realm... A True Disciple of the Martial Arts Academy... This has indeed become somewhat troublesome."

A sinister glint flickered in his eyes. ’So be it. I’ll let you enjoy your glory for a few days. We have plenty of time.’

"Someone, come! Deliver this letter to Xu Zhang of the Xu Mansion."

"Yes, sir."

...

「Xu Mansion.」

The atmosphere in Xu Zhang’s study was oppressive.

Xu Zhang sat in the Grandmaster’s Chair, his face as grim as still water. The teacup in his hand was already covered in cracks. Before him, Xu Zhi’s face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with disbelief and terror.

Xu Feng sat to one side, head lowered, his fingertips gently stroking a smooth, warm Jade Pendant hidden within his sleeve. No one knew what he was thinking.

"He’s reached the True Qi Realm... killed Tie Xiongshan... a True Disciple of the Academy..."

Xu Zhang muttered the words, his voice hoarse and his chest heaving.

He knew the conflict between him and Liang Cheng had reached a point of no return; there was no possibility of reconciliation. And now his enemy had advanced to the True Qi Realm. ’I wonder how many True Qi Seeds he managed to condense.’

"Father, what do we do?"

Xu Zhi’s voice trembled. ’Who could have imagined that the son of a mere Fisherman’s Family would become such a huge problem?’

Xu Zhang closed his eyes, then regained his composure. He didn’t answer Xu Zhi, but instead looked at Xu Feng. "Feng’Er, should anything happen to me, I’m entrusting Zhi’Er to your care. As for Liang Cheng... let’s just wait for his Grand Ceremony. I’d like to see what he can possibly do to me then!"

Xu Feng nodded slightly but said nothing.

The fisherman’s son of the past had now become a major threat.

After Xu Feng had left, Xu Zhang suddenly sighed. He took a letter from his sleeve—the one sent by Wu Zhenshan—and handed it to Xu Zhi.

After reading it, Xu Zhi’s voice became sharp with terror. "How could Wu the Treasurer just cast you aside after you’ve served your purpose? He’s leaving you to take all the blame!"

"Zhi’Er, calm down."

Once Xu Zhi had calmed down a little, Xu Zhang continued, "Listen carefully to what I’m about to say. After tonight, do not return to the Xu Mansion. You must find that item belonging to the Qiao Family as soon as possible.

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