Martial Arts Guiding

As someone at the peak of qi cultivation, my dantian is already brimming with liquefied qi, ready to break into the next realm at any moment. But my body needs rest. The foundation is solid, though. There's no rush.

With about seven months left until classes end, the month of academic training with Tang Xuěméi wrapped up. She's sharp—picked up everything I taught her without much fuss. Today, though, she was practically buzzing with excitement.

She finally delivered the information I asked for, and now she's eager to start her martial training under me, the "mysterious guy."

I flipped through the documents she handed me. Most of it was the same old stuff—Yue Family business dealings, their members' activities, the usual. But then I stopped at Yue Lan's profile. She's leading the company at such a young age while juggling her studies. Impressive. Her mother's from the Yue Family, but her father isn't. According to the records, she's two years older than me.

I set the papers aside and returned to reality. Tang Xuěméi had instructed me to meet her after class. She'd rented out a martial training hall just for this.

"You rented a whole hallway for a month?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "What about the owners?"

She waved a hand dismissively. "They'll survive. A month without training won't kill them. Besides, they were more than happy to curry favor with the Tang Family."

I didn't argue. After class, I waited at the school exit as instructed. A black sedan pulled up, and I slid into the backseat. Tang Xuěméi followed, her excitement barely contained.

As the car rolled forward, I noticed Zhao Lin and Xue Qing near the entrance. Silently witnessing and most possibly misinterpreting the situation. Further back, a group of three lingered in the shadows—two martial artists at the dark jin level and a beginner, a boy around 18, glaring at me with a mix of hatred and jealousy.

His emotions were practically oozing out—anger, resentment, and a bubbling infatuation for Tang Xuěméi under Han Chen's spiritual sense.

"Tang girl," I said, leaning back in my seat, "I can train you, but I won't interfere in your love life or act as your boyfriend guardian. So, if you could kindly clear things up with your admirer over there—" I pointed to the side of the road, about 300 meters ahead,

"—it'd make things easier for everyone."

She squinted out the window. "What are you talking about? I don't see anyone."

"Just trust me. Driver, stop the car suddenly over there."

The driver hesitated but complied, pulling over near the group's hiding spot. Tang Xuěméi soon stepped out, following my gesture, and quickly spotted the three figures.

"Oh, and one more thing," I called after her. "If he asks about us and you decide to say something along, 'He's my boyfriend, what about it?' just to make him jealous, I'll stop the training immediately. No second chances. Just tell him the truth. Deal?"

She shot me a look but didn't argue. Possibly, getting along with me during these days raised her immunity to my harsh words.

On the other side, the trio hesitated before stepping out of the shadows.

"Chen Yifan," Tang Xuěméi said, crossing her arms. "Why are you stalking me?"

The boy, Chen Yifan forced a smile. "Miss Xuěméi, I was just passing by. I've been worried since you transferred to this school. I just wanted to check everything okay on you."

"Passing by? With your little entourage? And I've told you not to call me Xuěméi."

Chen Yifan's smile faltered. He glanced at the car. "Is that gentleman with you… your boyfriend? Is that why you changed schools?"

Tang Xuěméi opened her mouth, then paused. Damn, he actually predicted this. "No," she said firmly. "He's not my boyfriend. He's good at academics, so I asked him to tutor me. I'm taking him out for a meal. That's it. And don't even think about messing with him. This is my decision. Now, leave."

Chen Yifan's smile turned brittle. "Of course, Miss Tang. I believe you." Yeah, right. Only a ghost would believe in you. You are scared I would mess with him, right?

She climbed back into the car, irritation written all over her face.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she snapped.

"No, it's not. That guy's going to cause trouble for me. Our deal doesn't cover this, so you'd better handle it."

She glared at me. "You're heartless, can't you fight them back if needed?"

"Maybe. But I'm also practical. If I fight him, his goons will come after me. Then his friends, their fathers, their grandfathers, and eventually the police. It's a never-ending cycle. I'd rather avoid it."

The driver chuckled. "So practical."

You heartless bastard. But it is possible. I should arrange some bodyguards next to me when going for the training and then dropping of him? She argued in mind.

We arrived at the training center, an empty space with only the two of us. I scanned the area with my spirit sense and immediately spotted the CCTV camera in the corner.

"I thought I said no monitoring," I said, pointing it out.

She sighed and disabled it.

Before we began, Tang Xuěméi squared up. "I need to know your strength."

"You can try to estimate it yourself," I said, closing my eyes.

She moved in a flash, her fist aimed at my side. I blocked it with a single finger, dissolving the impact without moving an inch. She didn't stop, launching into a series of bajiquan techniques—sharp, precise, and full of power. I redirected each move effortlessly, my eyes still closed.

When she finally stepped back, breathing hard, she looked at me with a mix of awe and fear.

 Based on this, shouldn't it be possible for him to kill that guy, and he fooled the guys at CSMA too. dangerous. Seeing the intents and emotions coming from her Han Chen told her. " Yeah, it was me. So, I believe you would keep this with yourself... isn't that so?" 

" Yes." she said genuinely in fear. She felt him a dozen times stronger than her own grandpa.

"But worry not, we are friends" he smiled to her for the first time. " Now since you show me the technique, I have a basic idea about it. I changed somethings and added something. Don't go and show over these to your grandpa it would only harm him.

You are born with a different physique suitable for extreme martial arts. That means your internal energy refinement need to happen beyond the key routes and it will adapt faster too. Now up."

Over the next three weeks, I somewhat refined and shown her techniques, adding details and adjustments tailored to her physique solved some of her doubts. She was respectful and had no pretense of thinking that the person helping her was just her fellow classmate. Absorbed it all like a sponge, her progress rapid. By the end, she'd stepped into the late ming jin stage, her excitement palpable.

As for Chen Yifan, he never bothered me again. Maybe her family's bodyguards handled it. Either way, I didn't care. Her family had their doubts about her training with me, but after seeing her progress and knowing about my behavior, they stopped complaining. The result is justifiable and not too out of the common conception either.

She was excited and wanted more training, but he refused. Anyway, a month has passed, and he believed it was time for his next training.

Night draped the outside world in a cloak of stillness. In his room, he set-up a trigger rune to the door, linked to the talisman on hand and entered the small world only to be brought to brightness again.

Han Chen stood atop a jagged mountain peak facing the ever-present star construct made of immortal law of fire and yang, the final scroll from his Tang family apprentice clutched in his hand.

The information on the Yue family was thorough, but it was nothing he didn't already suspect except the mention of a new guy, Qin Jianwei. This person has been seeking some business exchanges with Tang family recently which didn't happen in previous life. I need to look into this guy a little further.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the scroll aside, watching it disintegrate into ash before it even touched the ground.

He sighed, his gaze sweeping across the vast expanse of his own creation. This small world—crafted in a previous life is a marvelous artifact for carrying consciousness, preserving, hiding from the sense of similar beings , carrying a world of its own. If the reincarnation failed, it would grow flesh for him, to reborn at the expense he set.

Yet, in his current state, its intricacies felt like a puzzle missing half its pieces. He could remember the act of its creation, the meticulous weaving of divine dao laws, but the how of it eluded him. It was as if a low-dimensional being were trying to grasp the architecture of a higher-dimensional construct. The thought amused him.

The small world was a self-contained universe, a hollow sphere rich with immortal qi denser than even the standard immortal realms. At its heart lay a sprawling palace complex, surrounded by cultivation towers, alchemy pavilions, and gardens teeming with spiritual herbs. A river, artificially carved, snaked through the landscape, its waters shimmering with condensed spiritual energy.

Beyond the palace grounds stretched a qi-forbidden zone, dominated by a towering prison. Its lower floors housed demons and even souls of enemies and even some protagonists undergoing refinement, their cries muffled by layers of suppression arrays confining even luck and fate. At his current strength, Han Chen avoided the upper floors; even in his prime, they had been nuisance for him.

Further out, the terrain shifted into mountains and valleys that spanned over 10,000 miles. Dense forests teemed with demonic beasts and sentient life forms, their existence sustained by the world's abundant energy. True Immortal qi. At the very core of the hollow sphere lay a massive array structure, designed to stabilize the realm during chaotic void travel. Five crafts rested there—two for warfare, three for leisure. He couldn't recall why he'd built the latter. Perhaps it had been a whim.

The storage rooms within the palace were a treasure trove of emperor and king-grade artifacts. Saint-grade weapons, useless to him in his previous life, had been gifted or sold off, leaving behind only the most potent relics. Among them were remnants believed to be from the divine realm. Some immortal treasures are so powerful that that their self-destruction could annihilate entire dimensions.

"Packed to the brim," he muttered, a smile tugging at his lips.