High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

The third training hall is an oval building with a very large area.

The exterior walls are made of special psionic glass.

From the outside, one can see the faint, shimmering spiritual energy emanating from inside the building.

At the entrance of the museum.

Several teachers on duty had already received a notification from Vincent Fang and were standing nervously at the door waiting.

Leading the group was a middle-aged female instructor dressed in a white training uniform, with the cultivation level of an early Martial Venerable. She was none other than Su Wanqing, Lin Mengyao's instructor.

Behind her stood three younger mentors, all of whom had tense expressions.

"Sister Su, Principal Fang was being so mysterious just now. Who exactly is that important person he was talking about?" a young male instructor asked in a low voice.

"The principal personally accompanied them; this is such a high level of treatment."

Su Wanqing glared at him: "Stop asking questions, just stand still."

She was actually feeling uneasy.

Fang Wenshan's tone in the communication loop was so serious that it made her a little flustered.

She had been teaching at Luoyang Martial Arts University for so many years, and she had never seen Principal Fang speak in that tone before.

Just then.

A group of people appeared on the tree-lined path in the distance.

Fang Wenshan walked to the side and slightly ahead.

She walked with a slight bow, her smile as bright as a chrysanthemum.

Behind him stood a young man dressed casually, with a handsome face and a calm demeanor.

Behind them were eleven guards dressed in black suits, standing ramrod straight.

Su Wanqing's pupils contracted sharply. That face... everyone in the entire Great Xia Kingdom recognized it.

"It's Chief Instructor Chen!" the young male instructor behind him exclaimed, his voice trembling, "The Guardian God!"

The students coming in and out of the training hall also witnessed this scene.

A girl holding a training uniform stood frozen in place, the uniform falling to the ground with a "thud".

Her companion's mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

"Chen...Chen the Divine Lord?"

"It really is Lord Chen! I've seen him on the news!"

"Oh my god, God Chen is here at our training gym!"

The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Third Training Hall.

Students who had been sweating profusely in the various training rooms inside the venue rushed out, and the corridors, staircases, and halls were packed with people.

The young faces were filled with excitement and admiration.

These students are all top geniuses selected from all over the Great Xia Kingdom and even the entire Blue Star. Any one of them is an outstanding individual among their peers.

Normally.

They were all incredibly arrogant.

But in front of Chen Yuan, that bit of arrogance had long since vanished.

A twenty-year-old national guardian deity, the strongest warrior on Blue Star at the peak of the Martial God realm, who single-handedly killed a god-king of the Divine Race and quelled the Heavenly Cave riots... His achievements are too numerous to count!

Their talent is nothing compared to Chen Yuan's!

Su Wanqing quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Su Wanqing, the instructor on duty at the Third Training Hall, welcomes Director Chen!"

The three mentors behind him bowed in unison: "Welcome, Chief Chen!"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

Su Wanqing quickly replied, "No, no, please come in, sir."

The surrounding students automatically made way for Chen Yuan, and everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

One of the girls was so excited that her eyes welled up with tears, and she gripped her companion's arm tightly: "Chief Chen spoke to me! No, he looked at me! He just looked at me!"

His companion rolled his eyes: "He's looking at the pillar behind you."

Seeing this, Fang Wenshan couldn't help but sigh, "Chief Chen, your reputation is too great. This wasn't something I arranged on my own."

He glanced at the students around him, their faces filled with admiration. "All the geniuses and prodigies of Luodu Martial Arts University take you as their role model."

He paused, then added, "No, not just at our Luodu Martial Arts University, but all the geniuses and prodigies on the entire Blue Star take you as their role model."

Chen Yuan smiled faintly, his gaze sweeping over the excited faces around him, and casually waved his hand.

"Alright, everyone disperse. I have other business to attend to today; I'm not here for an inspection."

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Although the students were reluctant to leave, they dared not disobey Chen Yuan's words and could only reluctantly disperse, making way for Chen Yuan.

However, even though they dispersed, their eyes remained fixed on Chen Yuan, unwilling to look away.

Chen Yuan stepped into the training hall, his divine sense spreading out in an overwhelming manner.

The structure of the entire third training hall clearly appeared in his mind.

It has three floors above ground and one floor below ground, with hundreds of training rooms of various sizes.

The strength of the spiritual energy fluctuations, the location of the personnel, and the scenes in each training room were all clearly visible.

He quickly found Lin Mengyao's scent.

Third floor.

The innermost single training room.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly and walked towards the stairs.

Chen Tianling, Chen Yi, and Chen Shi followed behind, while Fang Wenshan and Su Wanqing also quickly caught up.

......

Third floor, individual training room.

Lin Mengyao wore a simple white training uniform, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, revealing her fair and slender neck.

It's been months since I last saw you.

Her demeanor was much more composed than before, and her cultivation level had broken through from Grand Martial Master to the mid-stage of Martial King.

This rate of progress is top-notch even by Luoyang Martial Arts University standards.

At this moment, she is holding a silver-white longsword and practicing her movements in the center of the training room.

This movement technique was taught to her by Chen Tianling when she went to the Holy Venerable's Mansion last time. It is called "Swimming Dragon Step" and is a high-grade Holy level technique.

His footwork is elusive and agile, and when he executes it, it is like a dragon playing in the water, which is extremely exquisite.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure floated up like a willow catkin, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

It suddenly changed direction the moment it landed.

The sword moves with the body, and the body moves with the sword.

The silver-white longsword drew afterimages in the air, intertwining with her figure and making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion!

Practice it once.

Lin Mengyao sheathed her sword and stood there, a fine layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

She looked down at her hands and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"When Brother Tianling sees how much I've improved, he'll definitely look at me with new respect," she muttered to herself, a hint of pride in her voice.

Then she sighed, a hint of longing flashing in her eyes.

"I wonder when Teacher Chen will be able to personally teach me again..."

She hadn't seen Chen Yuan for a long time since the Tianku Uprising.

Every time they went to the Holy Venerable's Mansion, Chen Tianling would guide them.

Although Chen Tianling taught her very diligently, she still missed the days when Chen Yuan personally taught her.

She shook her head, banishing these thoughts from her mind, sheathed her sword, pushed open the door to the training room, and walked out.

Then she froze.

A person stood at the door. He was dressed casually, had a tall and straight figure, and a faint smile on his face.

Chen Yuan.

Lin Mengyao's mind went completely blank for a moment.

She blinked hard to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Teacher Chen?

Is that really Teacher Chen? What's he doing here?

Chen Yuan chuckled as he looked at her dazed expression.

"You did a good job with that 'Dragon Steps' just now."

"If the body transitions are smoother, you'll reach mastery."

Lin Mengyao then came to her senses, her cheeks instantly turning bright red, and she hurriedly bowed in greeting.

"Teacher Chen...Teacher Chen! What brings you here?"

Chen Yuan said casually, "I had nothing to do today, so I came to check on your learning progress."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mengyao felt an indescribable joy welling up inside her.

Teacher Chen made a special trip to Luodu Martial Arts University despite her busy schedule just to test her learning progress.

She thought that Teacher Chen had long forgotten about her, his student, in his busy schedule.

"Teacher Chen, I..." She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Chen Yuan waved his hand.

He turned to look at Vincent Fang and Chen Tianling behind him.

Fang Wenshan immediately understood and pulled Su Wanqing back.

"Director Chen, you are busy. I will take my leave."

Chen Tianling also gave Chen Yi and the others a wink, and the eleven people quickly dispersed, clearing the entire area on the third floor.

In no time, only Chen Yuan and Lin Mengyao remained on the third floor.

Lin Mengyao was somewhat at a loss when she saw this scene.

Chen Yuan pushed open the training room door and walked in, saying something without turning his head.

"Come in and demonstrate everything you've learned recently."

Lin Mengyao took a deep breath, gripped her silver-white longsword tightly, and followed into the training room.

The training room is about half the size of a basketball court, with a specially made shock-absorbing floor and defensive array patterns inlaid on the surrounding walls.

Chen Yuan stood in the center of the training room, arms crossed: "Let's start with the basics, one thing at a time."

Lin Mengyao nodded heavily, drew her silver-white longsword, and began practicing the most basic sword moves.

Thrust, flick, chop, slash, wipe, point... every move is executed with utmost seriousness.

Chen Yuan stood to the side, his gaze following her every move. Occasionally, he would offer a word or two of guidance.

"Relax your wrists, don't stiffen them."

"Don't shrug your shoulders when you thrust the sword out."

"Keep your footwork in place; the sword is an extension of your body, not something you swing out alone..."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word he spoke precisely pinpointed the shortcomings in Lin Mengyao's movements.

Lin Mengyao practiced and adjusted as she went, and quickly got into the zone.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and slid down his cheeks.

But she was completely unaware.

After practicing the basic sword moves, Lin Mengyao began to demonstrate her sword techniques.

She specializes in a low-grade Saint-level sword technique called "The Amazing Swan Sword Art," which emphasizes light, agile, and swift swordplay, focusing on speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

The silver-white longsword in her hand transformed into a series of afterimages, its light flashing and the sound of it cutting through the air never ceasing.

Chen Yuan watched for a while and then suddenly spoke.

"stop."

Lin Mengyao immediately sheathed her sword and looked at Chen Yuan with some nervousness.

Chen Yuan walked up to her: "Your swordsmanship is quite good, but there's a problem."

He held out his hand: "Give me the sword."

Lin Mengyao quickly handed over the silver-white longsword.

Chen Yuan gripped his sword and casually swung it.

A flash of silver sword light streaked across the sky, leaving a straight afterimage that lingered for a long time.

What is the core of the "Sword Art of the Startling Swan"?

Lin Mengyao thought for a moment: "Quickly."

"It's not just fast." Chen Yuan swung his sword again, this time even faster than before. The sword light drew an arc in the air, like a startled swan skimming across the water.

"Jinghong" refers to a wild goose that has taken flight in fright.

"When wild geese take flight, they are not only fast, but more importantly, light and agile."

He handed the sword back to Lin Mengyao.

"Your swordsmanship just now was fast enough, but too stiff. Imagine yourself as a startled wild goose taking flight. Don't consciously control the trajectory of each strike. Let your body and the sword become one, and swing them out naturally."

Lin Mengyao took the sword, seemingly lost in thought.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and resumed the starting stance.

Then, he swung his sword.

This sword strike felt completely different from before; it lacked deliberate control and possessed a more natural fluidity.

The sword light flashed through the air, and although it was a little slower than before, it already had the beginnings of a light and agile charm.

Chen Yuan nodded: "That's right, this is the direction."

"Practice it a few more times to develop muscle memory."

Lin Mengyao nodded happily and then swung her sword several more times, each strike more natural than the last.

Chen Yuan stood to the side, occasionally offering a few pointers.

The two of them, one teaching and the other learning, passed by unnoticed.

Lin Mengyao's talent is indeed remarkable; she can quickly grasp and adjust to the problems Chen Yuan points out.

of course.

More importantly, the person who guided her was Chen Yuan.

At the peak of the Martial God realm, he has fully comprehended the divine sword technique "God-Slaying Sword Art," and his understanding of the way of the sword has reached an extremely terrifying level.

Guiding a young girl at the Martial King realm is like a doctoral student teaching a kindergarten child to read; even a casual remark can greatly benefit her.

One hour later.

Lin Mengyao was soaked in sweat, but her eyes were full of excitement.

The gains she made in this one hour were more than she had in several months of hard training.

"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Chen!" She bowed deeply to Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan waved his hand: "Alright, that's enough for today."

He thought about it.

He took out a jade bottle from his infinite storage space and casually tossed it to Lin Mengyao.

"Here's a pill for you. Take it when you get back. It will help you solidify your foundation and will be helpful for breaking through to Martial Venerable in the future."

Lin Mengyao caught the jade bottle and felt a warm current welling up in her heart as she smelled the faint medicinal fragrance emanating from the pill inside.

Teacher Chen not only personally came to guide her, but also prepared medicine for her.

She gripped the jade bottle tightly and nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, Teacher Chen, Mengyao will definitely not let you down!"

Chen Yuan smiled and turned to walk out of the training room.

Lin Mengyao held the jade bottle, looking at Chen Yuan's back with eyes full of respect and gratitude.

Outside the training room.

Fang Wenshan, Chen Tianling, and others were waiting quietly.

Seeing Chen Yuan come out, Fang Wenshan quickly went to greet him.

"Chief Chen, is there anything else you require?"

Chen Yuan waved his hand: "That's all, go back."

The group walked out of the training hall.

Lin Mengyao stood at the entrance of the training room, watching Chen Yuan's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, her gaze lingering for a long time.

She looked down at the jade bottle in her hand, carefully put it into her bosom, and pressed it against her heart.

Then she turned and walked back to the training room, drawing her silver-white longsword once more.

Teacher Chen is so good to her, she can't let Teacher Chen down.

She needs to work harder and become stronger!

I'll become strong enough that one day I'll truly be worthy of being Teacher Chen's disciple!

The sword light shone again in the training room.