A Teacher Is One Who Transmits the Way, Imparts Knowledge, and Resolves Doubts

The battle ultimately never broke out; both sides were rational and restrained.

"Charles, you can’t stop me. You can’t protect him forever."

"I’ll take every opportunity to stop you. I’ll keep a close eye on your movements. You’ll never get the chance."

After finishing their exchange of trash talk, both sides dispersed.

On the way back, Jean Grey asked, "Professor, why didn’t you tell Magneto that the Ultimate Limit Qigong might activate the X-Gene? If he knew there was such a possibility, he should abandon his plan to kill Zhan Liu."

"The problem is that this is only my guess. I have no evidence. One example, Jimmy Yang, isn’t enough. We need at least one more. Besides, we were enemies at the time, so Erik might not believe what I said. He’s a very stubborn old man."

Professor X sighed, turned to Storm, and said, "Ororo, your Chinese is coming along well enough. In a little while, go to the Martial Arts School and become a disciple."

"All right, I understand." Storm nodded, then asked, "Should I find Raven?"

Professor X hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "There’s no need. Raven’s abilities are only suited for espionage; she has no combat ability. It won’t hurt to let her study as well. Besides, if my guess is correct, I’ll still need her to pass the message to Erik."

After entering the city, Storm took a taxi straight to Chinatown, while Professor X led the others to visit some local old friends, hoping to use the opportunity presented by artificial superhumans to create a better social environment for Mutants.

Zhan Liu was quite surprised by Storm’s arrival, but he didn’t really mind. There was no discrimination in education; anyone was welcome.

She had even gone out of her way to learn Chinese, which showed her sincerity. There was no reason to turn her away.

As for the political motives hidden behind this, Professor X’s schemes, the attitudes of the human government and military, and things like that, Zhan Liu didn’t care in the slightest.

Do whatever you want. Just don’t let it fall on me. Otherwise, I’ll show you how a War God solves problems.

Although this Magnetic Lunatic of his wasn’t a particularly orthodox one and wouldn’t casually slaughter a few cities to test his skills, if he truly lost his temper, he absolutely wouldn’t care in the slightest about "collateral casualties."

Many factions sent people to become disciples and learn martial arts, trying to win over the Martial Arts School. Therefore, although the X-Men sending someone over caused dissatisfaction among many factions, it didn’t provoke a backlash from all sides.

As for the undercurrents targeting Storm’s attempt to become a disciple, Professor X took care of calming them.

After becoming a disciple, Ororo first built good relationships with several Mutants in the Martial Arts School, hoping that when they failed their assessments, she could take them back to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

She paid attention to every person in the Martial Arts School, hoping to find Mystique, Raven. Even if she didn’t expose her, she at least needed to know what was going on.

But it had to be said that Raven was truly a top-level infiltrator. If she didn’t want to reveal any flaws, it was genuinely difficult for others to discover her.

Ororo interacted with everyone, yet she simply couldn’t find anyone who seemed suspicious.

The Martial Arts School’s third disciple appeared. It wasn’t the homeless man Zhan Liu had favored, but Agent 13, Sharon Carter.

If anyone welcomed this the most, without a doubt, it was the senior apprentice-brother, Tony Stark.

"Haha, thank goodness, thank goodness. It’s a third junior sister, not a third junior brother twice my age."

Tony was beaming as he invited Sharon, "Third Junior Sister, to celebrate your successful enrollment, I’ve decided to throw a grand party tonight. Come have some fun!"

Sharon wore an obviously fake smile and politely declined. "Thank you, Senior Apprentice-Brother, but I’ve arranged to have dinner with my uncle’s family. It’s a real shame. Maybe next time."

"Oh, what a pity." Tony reluctantly gave up and walked over to Zhan Liu.

"Pepper’s Chinese is coming along well enough. I’m planning to bring her here tomorrow to become a disciple."

"Sure, anytime. Our Martial Arts School doesn’t have semesters or anything like that. You can come whenever you want and start learning immediately. The knowledge required for beginners is all the same; only their proficiency differs. Or you, as the senior apprentice-brother, could come over and act as a guest instructor, giving her some individual attention or something?" Zhan Liu looked at Tony teasingly.

"I’m very busy." Tony instinctively tried to refuse.

"Then should I arrange for a senior apprentice-brother to tutor her personally?"

"No!" Tony immediately exploded. "When it comes to understanding Qigong, who could be more thorough than me? How could I let someone else mislead her?"

"Excellent. Then I’ll leave the teaching to you." Zhan Liu patted Tony on the shoulder and settled the matter.

Ever since Peter had argued with him last time, he had never returned to the Martial Arts School.

Zhan Liu didn’t need to guess. The impact had been too great for the boy to recover anytime soon.

However, he wasn’t worried in the slightest, because Nick Fury wouldn’t give up on this henchman. He would definitely find a way to resolve Peter’s psychological problems, then manipulate him into submission again.

When that time came, he could give Peter another heavy dose.

What was true in this world couldn’t become false, and what was false couldn’t become true. Brainwashing would ultimately grow less effective as one’s life experience increased.

As long as Peter didn’t remain brainwashed for too long, let him spend more time out in the world and be beaten down by reality a few more times. If possible, he should also read more philosophy books. His worldview would naturally become more balanced and mature.

The power of a War God lay at its core in the heart.

A War God had to deeply understand their own heart, know what they wanted, know what was important to them, and know what price they were willing to pay to achieve that result.

That was why so many War Gods were willing to destroy the world for one woman or blow up a planet for one goal. Such behavior wasn’t merely a lunatic’s fit of madness. It came from understanding oneself thoroughly enough to know what mattered most.

This was enlightenment!

Without enlightenment, one couldn’t go far on the Path of the Martial God.

Enlightenment wasn’t something one was born with. It had to be achieved later in life.

Those who were good at thinking could repeatedly interrogate their own hearts, dig deep into the innermost thoughts hidden within their souls—perhaps they were bright, perhaps dark, perhaps unspeakable—and then reveal their most fundamental desires to the outside world, making them the principles guiding their actions.

Those who weren’t good at thinking could only be beaten down by society, crash headfirst into the harshness of reality, and repeat the process again and again. Eventually, after experiencing every tragedy life had to offer, they would either break out of their cocoon and become a butterfly or trap themselves within it, dying in body and soul with all their regrets.

A teacher was one who transmitted the Way, imparted knowledge, and resolved doubts.

Since he had called him Master, Peter couldn’t escape a few rounds of painful instruction.

Thanks to I Am Jerome for the reward for Apocalyptic Heaven-Slaying Evil Dragon Emperor.