Decades ago, several great demon kings gathered their forces in East Wilderness, at the junction of the two realms, eyeing the cultivation world covetously.
The East Wilderness area was guarded by the Sword Sect. When news arrived, the Sword Sect sent people to resist the demon race’s attack.
But this time, the demon realm came with overwhelming force, unlike anything before. The Sword Sect members who reached East Wilderness engaged in battle, suffering many casualties, and the East Wilderness area was nearly lost.
The situation was critical, and other immortal sects in the cultivation world offered assistance, sending elders and disciples to help resist the demon race together.
At noon, fine rain like thousands of cold needles fell, bringing coldness to the martial arts plaza.
At this time, many cultivators had arrived at the plaza.
Thousands of Sword Sect disciples occupied the left side, while various other sects stood on the right. The space in the middle was reserved for the other two immortal sects.
The rain drizzled down, cold wind howled in the sky, and it grew increasingly cold.
Hundreds of young-faced disciples stood at the back of the plaza, appearing to be only twelve or thirteen years old. Unlike the calm and solemn senior brothers and sisters at the front, these disciples whispered to each other, their faces showing various expressions of excitement or timidity.
“I heard that Elder Liu was captured for less than half a day, and when found, only a pile of remains was left. Demon beasts eat humans and are extremely cruel. Even the elders are no match for them. If we go, we’re simply going to our deaths.”
The speaking youth held his sword, his face full of unease and fear, his eyes scanning around, trying to find others who agreed, to prove he wasn’t the only one afraid.
But before he could find any, a brocade-clothed youth at the front snorted coldly, turning back with a sneer: “With a great battle approaching, it’s the perfect opportunity to make a name for oneself. I truly disdain to associate with cowards like you.”
As soon as the youth finished speaking, sounds of agreement immediately arose around him.
“Xue Chuan is right. As people of the immortal sects, how can we fear the demon race? It’s shameful.”
“Xue Chuan is indeed worthy of being the young sect master, truly having the demeanor of the sect master.”
“In this battle with the demon race, the young sect master will surely make a name for himself and shine brilliantly. Otherwise, the cultivation world will only know of the world-shocking talent Fang Zhongqing from Qinglin, and not our young sect master Xue Chuan.”
Everyone chattered, making Chen Yin, who had spoken earlier, turn alternately red and pale. He glanced at the various magical tools on Xue Chuan’s body and secretly spat, thinking that if he had the guts, he should throw away the life-saving magical tools given by the sect master before making such boasts.
Being mocked by those surrounding Xue Chuan, Chen Yin felt indignant. He looked around and found a disciple who wasn’t participating.
“Hey! Yu Fusheng, tell me honestly, are you afraid or not?”
The disciple called Yu Fusheng had quite an outstanding appearance.
The youth had tied up his black hair, with handsome eyebrows and a straight nose. Though his features were not yet fully developed, they already showed a handsome face. However, he wore ill-fitting old robes, held a low-grade spirit sword, and had no other magical tools on him, not even a storage pouch-utterly poor.
His attire, like his cultivation, symbolized his bottom-tier status in the Sword Sect, where anyone could step on him.
Suddenly called upon, Yu Fusheng’s fingers tightened on his sword, and he said: “I have never faced demon beasts in battle, but according to my master’s teachings, when facing vicious demon beasts, the moment fear arises in your heart, you have already half lost.”
This response completely contradicted Chen Yin’s intentions, and it even sounded like a lecture. He sneered: “It’s fine for others to say such things, but you, Yu Fusheng, ranked last in the sect’s entrance trial, barely qualifying to enter the Sword Sect with your weak cultivation. Even if I’m afraid, I still have the strength to fight demon beasts. You, even if fearless, are still destined to fail, sooner or later becoming food in a demon beast’s belly.”
Yu Fusheng lowered his long eyelashes, his gaze falling on his sword, pressing his lips together without speaking.
Seeing his demeanor, Chen Yin found an outlet for the frustration he had suffered from Xue Chuan. He snorted coldly and continued: “Elder Wu is kind-hearted, willing to accept a useless disciple, but don’t forget your place. Don’t use Elder Wu’s words to show off. If you rank last again in the next assessment, Elder Wu won’t be able to bear the shame and might expel you from discipleship!”
Yu Fusheng’s face paled, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly, his expression showing dejection.
Those who could enter the Sword Sect all had exceptional talent, but he was different. He knew that with his aptitude, entering the Sword Sect was already fortunate, and becoming a disciple under an elder was even more so, like having several lifetimes of good luck.
But as he cultivated in the sect, the gap between him and his fellow disciples grew larger. Despite practicing day and night, being ten or a hundred times more diligent than others, he still ranked at the bottom in the sect’s assessments.
Elder Wu was his master. Though strict, he occasionally showed some warmth, being the only person who had been good to him from childhood. He didn’t want to embarrass his master and feared that one day his master would also despise him, abandoning him like his parents had.
Chen Yin’s words cut to the heart.
Yu Fusheng remained silent, tightly gripping his sword, until he vaguely noticed that the surroundings had quieted down, and he hazily looked up.
As he raised his eyes, across the crowd, he saw a white-clothed youth on the high platform.
The eyes of everyone in the martial arts plaza, like his, were drawn to the youth standing beside the Qinglin Sect Master.
The slanting rain passed over the youth but didn’t dampen him in the slightest. With his flowing blue-black hair and eyes like ice crystals, he exuded a coldness that kept people thousands of miles away, yet the vermilion mark between his brows burned like fire.
Being able to stand alongside the masters of the three great immortal sects, the youth’s status and position were self-evident.
At once, disciples from all sects below showed envious gazes, discussing the youth on the platform.
Yu Fusheng came to his senses, hearing the name “Fang Zhongqing” from the side, and was momentarily stunned.
This name was not unfamiliar. Fang Zhongqing, a disciple of Qinglin, a youth about his age, had recently entered the Nascent Soul realm, shocking the Three Realms. Everyone knew he was a once-in-a-millennium genius in the cultivation world. Anyone of his generation would appear like a firefly before him, unable to compete with the bright moon.
Yu Fusheng looked up again, feeling ashamed and inferior, then quietly lowered his gaze, his heart full of emotions, his eyes unconsciously falling on his raised hand.
The youth’s hand was covered with calluses that didn’t match his age.
World-shocking talent… if he had even a thousandth of it, his path of cultivation wouldn’t be so arduous.
Yu Fusheng’s heart was full of envy. At that time, Fang Zhongqing was more distant to him than the moon hanging in the sky; he never imagined that one day he would be able to get close to him.
But fate occasionally favors him too.
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Starting to publish extras now!!
Order:
1. Fang Zhongqing X Yu Fusheng (Fang Zhongqing is Liu Liu’s master!!!)
2. Modern: Shen Liuxiang X Zhou Xuanlan
3. East Wilderness: Shen Liu Liu X Little Black Dragon
4. Father Emperor’s Return (This extra is saved for last, for a reunion (￣ε(#￣))
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