Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 44: Spirit Exchange (1)

The spark of discussion seemed to ignite the entire conference room, and the air was filled with tension and curiosity. Li Muyun's fingers gently tapped the ancient book, and each tap seemed to hit everyone's heart, making it impossible for people to ignore the evidence he presented.

Teacher Qin Ming stared at the yellowed pages of the book with his eyes fixed on them, his brows furrowed, as if he was trying hard to digest this sudden information.

The three education committee members around were either surprised or confused, and they exchanged glances. Although there was no discussion, the suppressed commotion was clearly felt.

Xue Qinghe sat aside, her eyes flickering. She had never heard of this secret history, and she couldn't help but feel a little more awed by the depth and complexity of the Spirit Hall. She secretly looked at Li Muyun, and her determination and confidence made her feel both strange and familiar, as if she saw a warrior who was not afraid of authority and was brave enough to explore.

As the minute hand slowly moved, the atmosphere in the conference room gradually changed from tense to deep thought.

Meng Shenji, the education committee member, stroked the beard on his chin, his eyes deep and distant, as if he had penetrated the barrier of time and saw the future of the martial arts world.

He stood up slowly and looked around. Different emotions were written on everyone's face. Some were confused with frowns, some were thoughtful with flickering eyes. Teacher Qin Ming and Li Muyun seemed to have experienced a fierce battle of souls. There was respect and unfinished competition in their gazes towards each other.

The voice of Meng Shenji Education Committee member seemed particularly clear and solemn at this time. He gently patted the information in his hands, his eyes flashing with a thoughtful light.

“Today’s discussion is a great honor for Tiandou Royal Academy. Whether it is Professor Qin Ming’s defense of Master Yu Xiaogang’s theory or student Li Muyun’s brave questioning of the unknown field, they all let us see the infinite possibilities of academic exploration.”

The words of Meng Shenji Education Committee were like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through the tense atmosphere of the conference room, bringing a touch of relaxation and deep thought.

He walked slowly to Li Muyun's side, his eyes full of encouragement and understanding, and gently patted Li Muyun's shoulder. His voice was gentle but full of power: "My friend Muyun, your doubts today are like bright stars, illuminating the dark corners of the martial arts world. But please remember, a true scholar does not depend on whether he completely agrees with his predecessors, but on whether he can draw nourishment from criticism and open up new paths in questioning."

As he spoke, he turned to face the crowd and waved his hand, as if brushing away the dust of history and revealing a broader vision: "In fact, what young friend Muyun is worried about is exactly what all of us should face up to. Master Yu Xiaogang's martial spirit theory has been controversial since it came out."

"Although it is like the dawn, leading to a new trend of thought in the spirit master world, there are indeed many mysteries to be solved. In Tiandou Royal Academy, and even in the entire Douluo Continent, there are very few people who truly accept its theory. The reason why we discuss it is because it inspires our desire to explore the unknown, rather than blindly follow it."

Upon hearing this, Li Muyun moved slightly, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly to Meng Shenji, the Education Commissioner, with a gleam of sudden enlightenment in his eyes.

He nodded slightly, as if at this moment, all his confusion and doubts had found a new outlet. The light in the conference room shone on his resolute face, outlining an indescribable firmness and maturity.

"Mr. President, your teachings are correct. Muyun has learned a lot." His words were steady and powerful, and every word seemed to be spoken after careful consideration.

"What the president said is that people should make bold assumptions and verify them carefully. Perhaps we can verify it based on Yu Xiaogang's martial arts theory instead of blindly believing him."

Meng Shenji nodded with satisfaction. His gaze stayed on Li Muyun for a moment, as if he saw a rising star in the future of the martial arts world.

He walked gently to the other end of the conference table, his fingers gently stroking the yellowed ancient book on the table, as if he was also feeling the inheritance and exploration that transcended time and space.

Then he turned around and looked at everyone present, his eyes shining with infinite longing and expectation for the future.

"Okay, the discussion is over. Let's take friend Muyun and Miss Xiaoai to see the group of young seed students that our Tiandou Royal Academy has just recruited."

As Meng Shenji, the education committee member, finished speaking, the atmosphere in the conference room gradually warmed up, and an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement quietly filled the air.

Li Muyun and Xiao Ai, who was standing beside him, smiled at each other, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation for the young students they were about to meet. Meng Shenji, the education committee member, gently pushed open the carved wooden door of the conference room. Outside the door, the sun was shining brightly, spilling on the bluestone road, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to this solemn academy. He turned sideways, made an inviting gesture, and smiled: "Please follow me, both of you."

The group walked through the well-arranged paths of the college, with lush trees on both sides. Occasionally, the sound of birds chirping could be heard, interweaving with the laughter of the students training in the distant playground, forming a melody of youth.

After turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up to a vast open space. A group of energetic young students in uniform school uniforms were gathered there. Some were discussing their cultivation experiences in groups of two or three, while others were meditating alone in the sun. Their faces were filled with infinite longing for the future and thirst for knowledge.

In this vibrant open space, the figures of students are scattered in an orderly manner. A boy who is about 16 or 7 years old has a straight figure, his eyes closed and he is concentrating, gesturing gently with his hands, as if he is simulating some complex spirit skills. His brows reveal a calmness and concentration beyond his age.

Not far away, several children aged six or seven sat in a circle, their little faces full of childishness and curiosity. They were excitedly sharing the interesting things that happened in their cultivation today. Occasionally, they would giggle at some new discovery. Their clear laughter was as sweet as silver bells, adding a bit of childishness and warmth to the open space.

Meng Shenji said, "Okay, kids, come here, stand in a row, and then release your martial spirits for our guests to see. They are students from the golden generation of the Spirit Hall, and they have come here specifically to communicate with you."

Upon hearing this, the students stopped what they were doing, their faces filled with excitement and nervousness. They quickly stood in a row, keeping a proper distance from each other, their eyes flashing with curiosity and expectation about the unknown.

In the front row, the little girl, who was only 7 or 8 years old, stood at the front of the team. Her eyes shone with a light that was more mature than her age, a desire and yearning for power.

As Meng Shenji's education committee member finished speaking, he took a deep breath and stood up straight, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony.

The children around and the students in the distance held their breath and waited. They saw him slowly close his eyes, fold his hands lightly in front of his chest, and silently recite an unknown spell.

In an instant, there seemed to be a slight fluctuation in the air, and a faint blue light slowly overflowed from his body, surrounded him, and gradually condensed into shape.

The blue light gradually condensed and turned into a gorgeous crabapple flower, floating above the little girl's palm.

This crabapple flower is extraordinary. It is composed of delicate white and soft pink petals, just like a young bud blooming in the morning light, pure and full of vitality.

The petals sway gently, emitting a faint fragrance, as if they can purify people's hearts and dispel the restlessness and noise around them.

As the martial spirit emerged, a faint glow surrounded the little girl, and her eyes became brighter and more determined, as if at this moment, she was no longer that naive child, but a guardian who possessed some mysterious power.

Every petal of the crabapple flower seems to be telling an ancient and long story. They rotate slowly, releasing gentle and tenacious energy, making people involuntarily feel the tenacity and beauty of life.

Li Muyun's attention was instantly attracted by the crabapple flower floating in the little girl's palm, and a look of disbelief and shock flashed in his eyes.

It was not just a flower transformed by a martial spirit, but more like a microcosm of the spirit of nature, with each petal containing vigorous vitality and unyielding vitality. He seemed to be able to hear the subtle pulsation between the petals, resonating with the purest power between heaven and earth.

The little girl slowly opened her arms, and the crabapple flowers swayed gently with her movements. The air around her seemed to be infected by this vitality, becoming soft and warm.

Li Muyun could feel a gentle force gently brushing across his face. It was a reverence and hymn to life coming from the depths of his martial soul.

"This... Such a strong vitality, what kind of martial spirit is this?"

(End of this chapter)