Late that night, after everyone in the mansion had fallen asleep, Krishak opened his eyes.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting silver patterns across the floor.
For the past few years, he had focused entirely on his own cultivation.
But recently, a new thought had taken root in his mind.
If he truly wanted to change the world, then becoming strong alone was not enough.
He needed to nurture others.
He needed to create a new path.
Krishak sat cross-legged and circulated the Primordial Origin Art. A faint stream of spiritual energy flowed from his body.Combined with a small fragment of his soul, it condensed into a translucent human figure.
The figure slowly solidified.
Within moments, a young man in plain black robes stood before him.
His features were ordinary, his aura restrained, and his presence easy to overlook.
Yet the clone retained Krishak's memories, knowledge, and combat experience.
It was independent enough to act on its own while remaining connected to Krishak's main body.
Krishak nodded.
"This should be sufficient."
At his current level, maintaining such a clone consumed a small amount of spiritual energy, but the benefits far outweighed the cost.
The clone adopted the name Master Kiran.
Under the cover of night, it left the mansion and traveled to the poorer districts on the outskirts of town.
There, Krishak had often seen talented children and struggling adults who lacked guidance and resources.
Many possessed determination, but no one had shown them how to cultivate properly.
Master Kiran intended to change that.
Over several weeks, the clone quietly observed potential candidates.
Krishak established strict criteria.
His students did not need exceptional
talent.
What mattered were character and determination.
The first five students were:
1. A blacksmith's son with remarkable discipline.
2. A girl from a farming family with outstanding perception.
3. Twin brothers known for their loyalty.
4. An orphan with fierce resolve.
None of them knew Master Kiran's true identity.
To them, he was simply a mysterious teacher who appeared under the moonlight.
Master Kiran did not teach the Primordial Origin Art or the Universe Origin Body Art.
Those techniques were far too profound.
Instead, he created a simplified cultivation method based on principles from his previous life.
It emphasized:
Building a solid foundation.
Purifying spiritual energy.
Tempering the body before seeking power.
Maintaining mental discipline.
Respecting the balance between strength and character.
The students progressed rapidly.
Although their cultivation speed was slower than that of ordinary methods, their foundations became vastly superior.
As he watched his students train, Krishak felt a quiet sense of satisfaction.
This was only the beginning.
One day, he would establish a sect—or perhaps an academy-that accepted talented individuals from every background.
The goal would not merely be to create powerful cultivators. It would be to create individuals with integrity, wisdom, and compassion. People capable of reshaping Earth.
Before dawn, the clone dismissed itself and its energy returned to Krishak's main body.
Along with the energy came the memories of the night's lessons.
Krishak opened his eyes and smiled faintly.
His plan had taken its first step.
Standing by the window, Krishak gazed at the sleeping city.
Most people saw only the present.
Krishak saw centuries ahead.
The children he taught today might become the pillars of a new era.
And the academy he would one day build could become the foundation of a more just world.
For now, however, the world remained unaware.
The mysterious Master Kiran had appeared.
And with him, the first seeds of a new future had been planted.