Binh An's master always wanted to reward him for his diligence, but Binh An was in the midst of a fulfilling, velvet life, never seeming to be deprived of anything. Once, his master happened to notice the jade pendant tied on his belt and asked curiously.

This jade turned out to belong to his mother, an heirloom treasure provided by his grandmother as an amulet to help fend off bad luck and bring good luck to the host. Because there was no daughter to pass it on to, Binh An's mother immediately gave it to him, instructing him to give it to her future daughter-in-law as a dowry gift for the bride. This jade pendant had a very significant spiritual value to him, therefore he only took it off and stored it in a safe place when he really needed to, otherwise, he kept it near to his body, reminding him that his mother was always by his side.

Hearing this, the master could not help but be moved, he immediately informed the elders, requesting permission to allow Binh An to leave the mountain for a short time to visit his mother, as exchanged letters could not possibly replace the warmth of a real person. Finally, the master's wish was granted, and the two hurriedly returned to the mansion where he was born.

Despite the fact that he could only stay for one day, it was the happiest day of his life. They hadn't seen each other in a long time, so when the mother and son were reunited, they couldn't help but hug and cry. Binh An saw that, despite being thinner and aged, she was still as radiant and beautiful as ever. They didn't stop talking to each other all day, not even for a second to breathe. He had so many detailed stories to tell her. Included in this were the dignified welcoming party, the mighty sword presented, his room, his pet, the classroom, the teacher, and his peers.

The lady listened intently without missing a word, her face's tone changing constantly, sometimes enthusiastic, sometimes apprehensive, but in the end, there was always a reassuring smile on her lips. Her youngster was very well-treated. Given that the boy was well-educated and had developed a good sense and vision, he would undoubtedly go down in history as a great figure. How could you not be pleased as a mother? Despite all of her son's achievements, she had never had a change of heart since the very beginning, but she knew that this child would not give up that place for her.

The day ended very quickly, the mother who had only recently reconciled with her son, was now forced to watch him and his teacher leave together. She maintained her composure and stood there, in a vast windy space, in the emptiness and loneliness, watching his back and silhouette getting smaller and smaller; until the night slowly swallowed every part of the mansion and fully engulfed the small and distant figure of her son, at which point she couldn't help but fall down, she sobbed, tears streaming down of her cheeks, her cry was loud and sorrowful, luckily, she was able to hold herself long enough so that her son was out of reach and the boy was able to leave with a smile on his face.

Binh An embraced the aspiration to become even stronger after returning to the Golden Flower sect, despite the fact that he could be considered almost the best of the sect at such a young age, even more gifted than those who had already cultivated for twenty years of their lives. That, though, was still not enough for him. Only when no one else could fight him, could he be termed a cultivator's success, and only then could he bear the burden of saving the planet.

Seeing his mother's pride, he desired to be remembered as the greatest cultivator of all time in history books. When that happened, he would construct a grand structure for his mother to live in, providing her with a fulfilling and carefree life; gold, jade, and silk will never be in short supply, food and drink must be plentiful, they would then travel together to enjoy the beauty of the world.

He was resolute after setting goals for his life, making use of every hour and minute, practicing nonstop. Despite his exceptional qualities and unrivaled roots, his training route was far more arduous than that of his peers. Because he had been identified as not being an ordinary person, he would grow up to be a savior, and hence the martial art he practiced was not one that regular people could practice.

It's the most sought-after martial arts secret, and it was one of the most powerful types of martial arts, with incredible attack damage and attack speed that regular people couldn't even approach. Even the most enlightened cultivators could not engage in the practice of this kind of martial arts; it could only be practiced by a deserving individual. Because, although being highly powerful, these secrets were unpredictable transformations and exceedingly difficult to manage; Your existence might become as insignificant as a glimmer in front of the breeze due to the unforeseen shifts, leaving serious consequences if you were not careful enough.

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Success would result from diligence.

He has advanced past the second stage of the secret since that time, and his spiritual power has also greatly risen. So he decided to put himself to the test to determine where he stood.

The friendly competition between the disciples in the sect, which is often held once a month but is not a significant event, was when the disciples had the chance to exchange, learn, and enhance their competitive spirit. Instead of writing on paper, they drag each other out to a field where they engage in martial arts competitions. This might also be seen as an exam to rank disciples.

Right in the center of a vast arena divided into many smaller pieces, with low-to-the-ground ropes connecting one side to the other. Anyone contesting within was ejected out of its region, and the rope immediately lit up, announcing that the contestant had lost. Large boards lined the four sides of the arena, recording the outcomes of these battles until there was only one name remaining on the board, who was also the faction's greatest disciple.

Binh An had lived here for eight years, but he had only entered a few events because he didn't need to prove anything; everyone knew his talent.

He emerged among a group of disciples, remarkable in every way, from looks to disposition. However, everyone was feeling uneasy because, with him, none of them could claim the number one spot.

Binh An didn't even bother to fight in the outer rounds, he didn't feel it was worth it. He was right, though. The students who were eliminated from the first round were really weak, they were defeated after only a few moves. He waited until there was only one name on the board and finally came out to challenge that person.

That person's name was Hoang Dat, who was a long-time practitioner here, his qualifications and foundation were also outstanding, and he was one of the most proficient disciples of the sect. Before, he was also favored by many seniors whom contested each other to gain him as their own disciple.

He was twice his age and a head taller, but nothing about his opponents looked oppressive to Binh An; on the contrary, confronting Binh An made Hoang Dat appear tremendously tense and anxious. Apparently, this macho individual finally broke through his prior record, defeating the previous month's winner, and had the opportunity of taking over the top spot this month, if he was able to defeat Binh An, that is.

Before the final match, the elders replenished Hoang Dat's spiritual power, healed his wounds, and restored him to his former state when he had not lost strength due to the rounds. This was a matter of fairness in games with multiple rounds.

Sure enough, the results were as expected, Binh An’s martial skills were extraordinarily powerful to the extent of cutting apart mountains and directing the flow of wind. He could feel the spiritual strength rising up and overflowing inside his body indefinitely as if he could hold the entire planet in his one palm.

His opponent, Hoang Dat, an exceedingly excellent individual with a reputation in the sect, had a body twice his size, and yet he was knocked out in a few moves, lying on the ground, writhing in pain.

His strength not only increased by one level but jumped dozens of steps compared to other disciples, even Binh An, himself felt extremely surprised.

Another group of disciples quickly ran over to assist Hoang Dat, then turned to look at him, only to notice that he was looking at his hand, which was rolling with spiritual force and flashing an exceedingly frightening wicked smile; their faces turned pale with goosebumps shivering across their bodies. Even the elders on the outside, who were witnessing the whole affair, couldn't help but close their eyes and turn to discuss discreetly with each other.

Some of his admirers, though, couldn't help but shout with delight when they witnessed their idol had performed so well. They gathered around him to celebrate. Binh An, however, didn't bother to pay much attention to others' faces, since he was so pleased with the outcomes, he immediately sought Thanh Hien in the crowd.

The girl was standing next to her brother, who had also just finished third on the leaderboard; her face was flushed with joy, and her hands were applauding enthusiastically. She really wanted to walk over there and congratulate him, but she was scared her brother would lose it, so she had to remain standing on the spot. As for her brother, seeing the ridiculous scene, he felt uncomfortable, and finally, unable to stand for another minute, he pulled his sister and his friends away and they all left.