Chapter 142: A Bond of Legacy

The call ended, its message brief and to the point.

Xu Wuyi stopped in his tracks, surprised.

’Associate Professor Han Mo wants to see me alone?’

His thoughts immediately turned to the `Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace` he was practicing. He also recalled Han Mo’s profound understanding of the `Beginner Stage` of `High-Tier Body Refining Methods`, which he had just demonstrated in class.

Without hesitation, he quickly broke away from the dispersing crowd, found a quiet corner, and entered the coordinates Han Mo had provided.

A flash of teleportation light flared, and the scene before him was no longer a noisy public area, but a serene bamboo forest.

Deep within the bamboo forest stood an elegant bamboo hut. A plaque with the words "Lingyun Small Building" hung above the door.

The hut’s door was open. Han Mo was sitting on a bamboo chair, leisurely brewing a pot of virtual tea. The fragrant aroma wafted through the air, blending seamlessly with the environment.

"Teacher Han." Xu Wuyi walked to the entrance and bowed respectfully.

"Come in and sit." Han Mo glanced up at him, gesturing to the bamboo chair opposite.

Xu Wuyi did as instructed, entering and sitting down opposite Han Mo. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of nervousness and speculation.

’A private summons from a Quasi-Grandmaster Level expert would never be without reason.’

Han Mo didn’t speak right away. He simply poured Xu Wuyi a cup of tea, his calm gaze settling upon him.

Suddenly, he reached out. His hand moved with a seemingly slow but indescribable rhythm as he gently placed it on Xu Wuyi’s shoulder.

Xu Wuyi’s body tensed instantly, but he felt no forceful impact or malicious intent.

The hand seemed to possess a strange Penetration Power. A gentle yet incredibly pure and condensed aura, like quicksilver flowing across the ground, silently seeped into his shoulder blade, then instantly spread throughout his limbs and entire body.

Wherever this aura passed, Xu Wuyi felt as if his bones, muscles, meridians, and even his flowing Qi and Blood had all become transparent, leaving no secret hidden.

He was aghast. ’So this is the power of a Quasi-Grandmaster?’

The thought of resisting didn’t even cross his mind.

The process lasted only two or three seconds before Han Mo withdrew his hand, a look of understanding on his face.

"The Heart Fire of your `Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace` has just taken form, and your foundation is exceptionally well-polished—even more solid than I imagined," Han Mo said slowly, a hint of admiration in his voice.

"And... have you taken a Bone Tempering Elixir? The medicinal power is very well integrated. With both internal and external cultivation, your bones are already tougher than those of many fledgling Martial Artists."

Xu Wuyi was astonished.

’With just a single touch, he’d not only seen my progress with the `Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace`, but he even knew I’d taken a Bone Tempering Pill and understood its effects completely!’

’It’s practically a divine ability!’

Seeing the shock on Xu Wuyi’s face, Han Mo smiled faintly and addressed his confusion.

"There’s no need to be surprised. Inspecting one’s foundational constitution and Qi and Blood is a basic ability at the Grandmaster Level. I’m still not quite there yet, but for a little fellow like you, it’s more than enough."

He paused, then looked at Xu Wuyi and, in a calm tone, dropped an even more surprising piece of news.

"The reason I’ve been paying attention to you is that I received a message from Junior Brother Zhao."

’Junior Brother Zhao?’

Xu Wuyi couldn’t recall meeting any powerful expert with the surname Zhao.

Han Mo continued, "Zhao Qianjun, the head of the Battle Network in Dongjiang Province. He reported that someone purchased our Teacher’s `Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace` back in high school and was progressing with incredible speed, earning a potential assessment of A+."

"Since I’m teaching this year’s `Body Refining Basics` class, I naturally had to see for myself just what is so extraordinary about the person Junior Brother Zhao holds in such high regard."

Understanding dawned on Xu Wuyi.

’So it all came back to the `Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace` and my incredible cultivation speed. That’s what attracted the attention of Grandmaster Yue Lianshan’s lineage.’

’Zhao Qianjun is Grandmaster Yue’s disciple, and so is Associate Professor Han Mo!’

’No wonder his understanding of the `Beginner Stage` of `High-Tier Body Refining Methods` is so profound. He must have cultivated a technique of the same level himself back in the day.’

"So you’re Grandmaster Yue’s disciple, Teacher Han," Xu Wuyi said respectfully. "I was just lucky to have a few insights."

"On the path of Martial Arts, there is no luck." Han Mo repeated the words Dean He Yifeng had once said, shaking his head. "To reach the Entry Level with the `Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace` and condense the Heart Fire during the Martial Disciple Stage—that is a testament to your talent and hard work. It has nothing to do with luck."

He looked at Xu Wuyi, his eyes holding a hint of expectation.

"This Body Refining Technique that our Teacher improved is extremely difficult. It doesn’t demand exceptional comprehension from a Cultivator, but it has incredibly high requirements for one’s foundation. For you to have come this far on your own is truly rare."

Xu Wuyi was a bit embarrassed by the Quasi-Grandmaster’s praise and could only reply humbly, "You praise me too much, Teacher. I still have many shortcomings."

Han Mo shook his head slightly, but he didn’t share the detailed statistics with Xu Wuyi.

In reality, while many people could learn B-level Martial Arts in high school, very few could actually master a B-Level Body Refining Technique. Across the Entire Federation, there might not be a single one every few years.

Furthermore, the `Hundred Refinements Melting Furnace` was a technique that Grandmaster Yue Lianshan had personally improved. Its effects surpassed other Body Refining Techniques of the same tier, making it significantly more difficult to practice as a result.

Then, Han Mo changed the subject and revealed the true purpose of their meeting.

"The `Body Refining Basics` class has a limited schedule, so I can only teach general principles and address common pitfalls. However, every individual’s situation is unique, especially for those practicing High-Tier Cultivation Techniques. The problems they face are far more specific."

"From now on, every Tuesday afternoon after class, you can come here and find me if you have any questions about your cultivation. Even after the official course has ended, as long as I’m still at the university, this arrangement will still stand."

Xu Wuyi was stunned for a moment, and then his heart swelled with immense joy!

’This meant he’d be getting regular, one-on-one guidance from a Quasi-Grandmaster Level expert!’

’And this Quasi-Grandmaster practiced a technique from the same lineage as his own! He would understand his situation better than anyone, and his guidance would be the most precise and effective possible.’

’It was an unbelievable stroke of good fortune!’

"Thank you, Teacher Han!" Xu Wuyi shot to his feet and bowed deeply, his voice filled with gratitude.

Han Mo accepted the bow without fanfare and gestured with his hand. "Sit. Guiding the younger generation is the responsibility of us old-timers. What’s more, you are cultivating our Teacher’s technique. It’s all the more reason for me to watch over you, lest you go astray and tarnish our Teacher’s reputation."

His tone was light, but he had just alluded to another reason he was willing to invest extra effort—the bond of their shared lineage.

Although Star Martial University had a rule forbidding professors and instructors from taking on private disciples—to prevent the formation of exclusive master-disciple cliques—regular, scheduled guidance was still permissible, provided the instructor was willing. It was similar to how Qin Rui and Zhao Qingwei had also come seeking guidance from Grandmaster Lin Jianyi.

Xu Wuyi sat down again, his excitement subsiding a little.

He suddenly recalled several questions that had accumulated from class and his own cultivation. Seeing this as a rare opportunity, he mustered his courage and began to ask for advice.