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Suddenly, Lucas called out to the disciples of Four Trial Ancestry. The disciples of the Four Trial Ancestry were stunned when they heard it and spun around to look at Lucas, puzzled.

In fact, there were probably only three disciples in his family that shared Gerald’s level of strength! However, those disciples were only able to get to their current level of cultivation due to the help of the best pellet supplements that the cultivation realm had to offer, as well as his guidance to help them master the family’s top techniques. With that in mind, had they started their journeys the way Gerald had, none of them would’ve been able to come even close to how strong Gerald currently was. Hell, nobody in his family would’ve been able to get to how strong they currently were! Walter’s train of thought was cut short when the puzzled Gerald asked, “…Fine…?”

His expression was unreadable but proud, steady, grounding her. “I realized discipline isn’t about punishment, it’s about structure. It’s about showing up even when it’s hard, even when no one believes you can. And passion… passion is what makes that structure worth it. Without passion, discipline is just routine. Together, they can push you beyond what you think you’re capable of.” Her voice grew stronger as she continued, her words flowing more naturally. “And I want to share something with you. Some of you may know me not as Olivia Bennett, the student, but as the voice behind a podcast called Grounded and Growing.”

He tightened his fists and said, “Formal disciples are only for those who are in the ultimate god-level. As for the informal disciples, they are at the true god level. As for those in the semi-god level. Haha… They can only become normal disciples!” It was obvious that these people had a high above expression on their faces after they spoke of their position. They were considered rare geniuses in their pavilion. Although they were not alike the true geniuses, disciples like Rowan would still attract lots of disciples fawning over her when they walked into the pavilion.

Their lives became a tribute to the transformational power of true discourse, reminding the world that even the most mundane discussions may ignite the flames of potential and leave a legacy that will last for centuries. Inspired by the transforming power of talk, Lucian and Ravena launched a new venture in Crestwood: a center for discourse and personal improvement. They transformed an old, derelict structure into a dynamic center where people from all walks of life could come, communicate, and engage in meaningful conversations.

They recognized that growth often required letting go of the familiar and venturing into uncharted territory. Matthew spoke with enthusiasm, his eyes shining with determination. "New beginnings hold immense potential for growth and transformation. They invite us to step outside our comfort zones, challenge ourselves, and discover hidden strengths. Let us embrace these opportunities with open arms and the belief that we are capable of more than we can imagine."

He had been intoxicating, destructive, and impossibly magnetic. And yet… he no longer controlled me. I had taken that power back—not through confrontation, not through vengeance—but through clarity. Through discipline. Through mastering the art of choosing what mattered and letting go of what did not. The mentorship program had blossomed into a global initiative, connecting hundreds of ambitious women across industries, countries, and cultures. The leaders I had nurtured were now shaping their own paths, carrying lessons of resilience, integrity, and strategic thinking that would ripple far beyond my own reach.

A third added, “Disciplined.” Daniel spoke last. “Predictable in volatility.” Ethan nodded slightly. “All accurate.” Silence. “But incomplete,” he added. — Later, alone with Daniel, he explained. “We built strength by resisting distortion.” “Yes.” “We matured by distributing authority.” “Yes.” “And we protected identity by declining unnecessary capital.” Daniel folded his arms. “So what’s missing?” “Intention beyond defense.” Daniel studied him carefully. “You’re not in defense anymore.” “No.” “Then what phase is this?”

replied the old man, clearly warning the woman. The woman who heard the old man's words understood what he meant. Whether the old man had a grudge or some other connection, she really couldn't say it was appropriate for her to interfere. Now she no longer explained anything and just looked around for good seeds that might be suitable to become disciples at the peak. "Are you looking for good disciples?" the old man asked the woman. "Yes, but I don't see any good ones among them. Although many of them have high cultivation at such a young age, it's a pity that they are all strong because of pills and medicine!" she replied with a sigh as she looked at all the disciples outside the gate.

Because the disciples' performance was just too embarrassing! Craneweaver clenched his hand and went to see Mystic Vale. After all, he was the acting leader now, so it was up to him to handle it. Mystic Vale was pretty shameless too. He looked at the already crazy Liran: "Some disciples were sent to the sect, and we always tried our best to train them just to give them a chance. But everyone has their own weaknesses. Even if someone had amazing talent, after entering the formation, the desire to survive might make him forget all the rules."