"That's the fifth disciple of Shuihua Peak."

"I heard that he's only 16 but has already stepped into the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment. What a genius, a talented young man! Immortal Tian chose correctly."

Fei Qianchi listened to the voices around him, but he didn't say anything nor did he make any reactions. He sat on the chair, looking down at the stage. By him, Hou Mengshu, Zhang Bingmei, and Tian Sichan were also seated. Fu Huayan and Zhang Zaifan were still within Henhe Realm with other disciples of Fushui Sect, thus it was unknown when they would return.

As Fei Qianchi looked down at the stage, where two people were fighting, Tian Sichan held a fan in his hand.

Hou Mengshu turned to Fei Qianchi, "These disciples have just begun cultivating at the sixth layer of Qi Refinement. They are outer disciples so their cultivation is a bit slower, but they are still quite talented. Next, many of the inner disciples will duel one another. The personal disciples will be called at random, but there is no need to worry. With your current cultivation, there is no one who can rival you." Hou Mengshu's gentle eyes peered towards the stage as he said these words to Fei Qianchi.

Fei Qianchi nodded his head, a light smile on his face, no sign of worry. "This Junior Brother understands."

Off to the side, Zhang Bingmei looked down in boredom. "This is so slow... it will take forever. I estimate that it'll take a while before we can take our turns, Senior Brother." Her long hair waved in the air.

Fei Qianchi shook his head lightly as Zhang Bingmei leaned forward in her chair. His pale eyes gazed down at the stage, to the figure of a green-clothed male holding a sword and the other male, who used no weapons but merely his Qi. His eyes carefully examined the scene, his face like sculpted jade.

"Your cultivation speed is truly fast. At this speed, it won't take long for you to become an immortal." Tian Sichan cocked his brow.

"Your cultivation speed is too fast! You're going to surpass me so soon..." Zhang Bingmei pouted, "How can I be called a genius when you're the true genius?"

Hou Mengshu laughed at her antics, "Junior Brother is different from us. He is born with pure ice roots, thus he will be able to cultivate much faster. Your secondary lightning roots are rare roots that take a while to cultivate, just like Junior Brother Zhang." Hou Mengshu was very patient as he explained this.

Zhang Bingmei stuck her tongue out, "But still, Junior Brother, you're too scary. Once you break out of Foundation Establishment, many will try to take you out of our Shuihua peak."

"As if, they have to deal with me first." Tian Sichan snorted.

Fei Qianchi could only laugh at their words. Truth be told, his cultivation speed was only so fast because of the dark voice within him. Although it was rather scary at times, the voice still helped him cultivate. Fei Qianchi understood that his cultivation speed was much too fast, but he didn't try to slow it down. What he needed most was power...

Fei Qianchi focused on the stage, picking up a cup of tea with his pale fingers. As he sat so silently, he was calm and elegant. A jade hairpin held his long white hair together, dressed in his white and blue robes.

Sitting above the stage, Fei Qianchi looked around him, catching the sight of a man looking at him. The man had pure purple eyes, and as soon as Fei Qianchi looked at the man, his eyes turned to another man by his side, who also had the same purple eyes as him.

Fei Qianchi tilted his head, not knowing why the man had turned away with such a cold face.

"Master, who is that man from across us?" Fei Qianchi brought up, not recognizing the man.

Tian Sichan turned his eyes to Fei Qianchi's line of sight, and seeing the two men he was speaking of, Tian Sichan replied, "Oh, them? They are the Zhu siblings. That man dressed in purple is Zhu Luishui, Lord of Suzhou, currently 564 years old. He has been an elder at Fushui Sect for a long time now, and is currently at the first layer of Immortal Lord. In the sect, he is considered the second most powerful man."

"The man dressed in a white is his younger brother, Zhu Longwang, 554 years old. Zhu Longwang is generally outside of the sect often, hence many don't know of his identity. All I know is that he is currently at the eighth layer of Golden Immortal." Tian Sichan explained quickly, not seeming to mind Fei Qianchi's question.

"Then they must be very powerful." Fei Qianchi concluded. His eyes wondered back up again, gluing at Zhu Longwang, the rigid man. Even though the man was so rigid, it didn't change the fact that his face was still very elegantly crafted.

"Of course. I am considered powerful, but I am only at the sixth layer of Scattered Immortal. Those two, they have a long history with Fushui Sect." Tian Sichan didn't know much, hence he could only say this to Fei Qianchi.

"Hmm, I don't think I've ever seen that man before either. I've been at this sect for eight years but this is my first time seeing him. Master, how do we address him?" Zhang Bingmei also pointed out.

"Simply address him as his title, Immortal Zhu." Tian Sichan replied.

"I believe that this is the first time Immortal Zhu has returned to the sect. Back then, twenty years ago, he had left to seek enlightenment." Hou Mengshu also spoke about what he knew.

Fei Qianchi nodded his head as he listened. He has never heard of Zhu Longwang's name before, but he has heard a bit about Zhu Luishui, Lord of Suzhou. Zhu Luishui had become known as the Lord of Suzhou when he was only 24 years old. Ever since then, that title still belonged to him. Fei Qianchi has heard about Zhu Luishui, that the man did not accept disciples and lived a life in seclusion along with his brother, Zhu Longwang.

Taking another quick glance at Zhu Longwang, Fei Qianchi looked away, refocusing on the stage and the people that were fighting one another. Weird... it felt like he knew this man. But Fei Qianchi didn't give another thought at this short fleeting feeling in his heart.

"Junior Brother, it seems like it will soon be your turn." Zhang Bingmei was smiling brightly towards Fei Qianchi.

Fei Qianchi also lightly smiled in turn, "It seems like so."

"Don't worry. In competitions like this, casualties are hard to avoid. I believe that the rewards for placing first will be beneficial for you so go all out." Tian Sichan didn't seem to give a care as he said this.

"Yes, Master." Fei Qianchi nodded after listening to his words.

Fei Qianchi continued to watch as many disciples came and left, some lasting longer while others were shorter.

He bid his time, using this time to study everyone's movement.

"Out of everyone, the only who may be a bit troublesome to deal with is Qin Xiaohe. Qin Xiaohe is the Sect Leader's personal disciple. He entered this sect at the same time as you, but he has known the Sect Leader for a while now. His cultivation is currently at the fourth layer of Foundation Establishment. I believe that he is 17 years old, a year older than you." Hou Mengshu brought up, his eyes still looking down at the stage.

Fei Qianchi listened to Hou Mengshu's words. He nodded his head. "I understand."

At his words, Hou Mengshu and Zhang Bingmei both smiled.

"Hah, it sure feels nice to have a junior brother." Zhang Bingmei's eyes curved, playfully sticking out her tongue.

Tian Sichan raised a brow, "What about your brother?"

Zhang Bingmei scowled, "He's already my younger brother, that's enough. Not to mention, he and I are like cats and dogs."

Fei Qianchi lightly chuckled. Then, his eyes turned around. Again. He had felt someone staring towards him, but it was also gone just like that.

From the stage, there was a loud round of applause. A voice announced, "'Fei Qianchi of Shuihua Peak and He Lianyu of Wutian Peak, please come on down."

Fei Qianchi looked around, trying to see who his opponent was. Seeing no one, he didn't mind.

"Let's go, Junior Brother!" Zhang Bingmei cheered.

Hou Mengshu and Tian Sichan nodded their heads as Fei Qianchi turned to look at them.

Fei Qianchi looked down with a smile, and from the building above, he jumped down.

Fei Qianchi's body gently floated down, his Qi circulating around him. His robes fluttered, his long white hair flowed gently, the wind brushing past. There was a smile that lingered on his lips, his blue eyes gentle.

Everyone watched in awe as Fei Qianchi gently landed on the stage.

Fei Qianchi watched as his opponent, He Lianyu, stepped forward.

Fei Qianchi looked at him, cupping his fist as he said in a respectful tone. "This one's name is Fei Qianchi, the fifth disciple of Shuihua Peak."

"He Lianyu, the tenth disciple of Wutian peak." He Lianyu was a smaller boy. His build leaned on the smaller side, his face was not one that would send people marveling but his smile was bright.

Fei Qianchi looked at him, estimating the boy to be a year older than him.

There was a voice around them. "You may begin."

As Fei Qianchi heard this, a sword appeared in his hand. Fei Qianchi held Baihe in his right hand, the sword gleaming with a blue light.

"Isn't that..."

"That is Chu Fengzhuang's sword!"

Fei Qianchi was as elegant and graceful as ever, a bright light in his eye as he looked at He Lianyu, whose eyes were wide.

"Amazing." He Lianyu whispered in awe, eyes shining as he looked towards Fei Qianchi. In his hand, two twin swords appeared. The swords were cloaked black, a menacing energy came from the swords.

Fei Qianchi smiled, "Please make the first move."

He Lianyu nodded his head at Fei Qianchi's words, taking in a deep breath. As his eyes opened, a bright light descended, his hands moved quickly in the air, his body moving towards Fei Qianchi.

Fei Qianchi's eyes grew focused, watching as He Lianyu made his way towards him. His hand clenched tightly around Baihe, taking in a deep breath as He Lianyu appeared before him. Baihe shivered with a light and Fei Qianchi swung the sword up, a strong wave of Qi bursting from the sword, smacking into one of He Lianyu's twin swords.

He Lianyu didn't grow flustered, his left hand brought up the other sword.

Fei Qianchi caught sight of that, his left hand flying up as a bright light flew from his hand, like a ray of light, smacking into the sword.

Fei Qianchi used all his energy as Baihe smacked and swung the other sword away, recollecting himself as his fingers made a quick but complicated seal.

"That!?"

"One Hundred Blades, one of the most renowned skills for sword cultivators. I believe that he is only 16, but he has already understood the art of sword cultivation to such lengths..."

Sitting above the stage, many elders were looking down in awe and amazement.

Fei Qianchi could hear the whispers, could feel the piercing gazes but he paid no attention to that. Instead, he had just finished setting up the array.

Baihe flew into the air, and at that moment, an array lit up as He Lianyu was sealed, unable to move. His brows knitted as he struggled.

Fei Qianchi's eyes were gloomy, his fingers moving quickly as Baihe began splitting itself. In the sky, one hundred swords were seen, a blue light shining through.

Fei Qianchi watched as He Lianyu's eyes widened, noticing his situation.

Fei Qianchi's eyes held a dark light within, and then, he put down his fingers. At that exact moment, the swords pointed toward one target, He Lianyu, who was unable to move an inch.

Fei Qianchi felt a burst of energy from within him as the swords began moving at a fast speed towards He Lianyu.

"I concede!" He Lianyu screamed out as the swords rushed towards him.

Everyone watched in silence as the swords rushed at a fast speed, a mirage as they rushed towards He Lianyu.

But at the sound of He Lianyu's voice, the swords stopped, merely a split of a hair from harming him.

Fei Qianchi's body was highly alert. As soon as he heard He Lianyu's voice, he immediately called back the spell. Soon enough, the other swords disappeared, leaving only Baihe behind. Fei Qianchi stuck out his hand as Baihe flew into his hand and He Lianyu took in a deep breath as he was finally able to move.

It was too fast, Fei Qianchi had completely overpowered He Lianyu. Not to mention, he had Baihe, Chu Fengzhuang's sword, a sword that was famous in their Jianghu world.

Fei Qianchi held Baihe, his face was the same as always. He nodded his head, a smile on his face, his blue eyes shining. "This will be my victory then." His voice was very respectful, not at all haughty.

He Lianyu could only say, "This is your victory, you truly are a genius." He Lianyu shook his head.

"No, I am still far behind." Fei Qianchi refuted.

"Winner, Fei Qianchi from Shuihua Peak."

At this sound, Fei Qianchi knew that he could return. And so, Baihe disappeared back into his storage ring and Fei Qianchi jumped, his body moving with the help of his Qi, leading him towards Tian Sichan.

"Good job." Tian Sichan congratulated him.

"Thank you, Master." Fei Qianchi replied back, his blue eyes held a hint of happiness within them.

"So fast! You completely overpowered him." Zhang Bingmei's eyes shone as she praised Fei Qianchi.

"Junior Brother, that was a great job done. Though you have not been here long, you are exactly like one of us." Hou Mengshu's smile was as gentle as ever.

Fei Qianchi felt a warm feeling in his heart at their words. Ever since losing his mother, Fei Qianchi had never accepted the love of another. Journeying across and spending most of his time wandering many different realms, Fei Qianchi worked to make himself stronger. In front of these people, Fei Qianchi found a peace within him.

Fei Qianchi's eyes brightened, his smile bright and beaming, "Thank you, Senior Brother and Sister."

"It seems like you have completely mastered One Hundred Blades in the short amount of time you were given. It seems you really are a genius, almost too frightening." Tian Sichan shook his head.

Fei Qianchi took a seat by Zhang Bingmei, across from Tian Sichan. "I was able to comprehend it quite fast. I believe that Baihe fits well with my ice roots, hence why it is easier to comprehend such skills."

Zhang Bingmei slouched over, not caring about her image as she pouted, "I don't understand! Your cultivation is increasing so fast and you are also able to gain enlightenment at such a fast rate, I'm scared. If you were born when I was, I would be defeated if I ever faced you as an opponent."

"Junior Brother is gifted and talented. If he was born earlier, by now, he would be a figure that everyone respects." Hou Mengshu shook his head, sighing.

"Unfortunately, I would have had to face many other figures. Master is also a genius too." Fei Qianchi smiled as he refuted their words, rebuking it.

Fei Qianchi watched as Tian Sichan cocked his brow, his hazel eyes gleaming.

"At the speed of your cultivation, even if you face some problems, it won't be long before you become an immortal. So long as you focus, you will continue to cultivate at a fast rate." Tian Sichan closed his fan, placing it onto the table as a man walked up to them.

Fei Qianchi looked at the man. The man was dressed in a white robe, his black hair held in a crown. There was a jade amulet hanging from his waist, a white horsetail whisk in his arm. The man had gentle eyebrows and red lips. His eyes were soft and gentle, but there was also an undeniable strong glint in his eyes. There was a very light smile on his face, his crimson eyes were bright.

Fei Qianchi knew who this man was. There was only one man who could have such bright crimson eyes in Fushui Sect. This man was Su Fuwen, the Sect Leader of Fushui Sect.

Fei Qianchi knew the information passed from long ago.

556 years ago, the past Sect Leader was Su Fuchen, Su Fuwen's older brother. Unfortunately, Su Fuchen had fallen under demonic energy and had helped many of the demonic cultivators in destroying the righteous sects. At that time, Su Fuwen had used all his power to fight against his brother, ultimately killing his older brother.

After that, Su Fuwen took the position of Sect Leader at the age of forty, to which he was still in this role even today. Su Fuwen was currently on the fifth layer of Immortal Lord, one of the strongest cultivators alive.

"Sect Leader, is there a reason as to why you have come here?" Tian Sichan raised a brow even as he stood up.

Su Fuwen merely smiled, his eyes looking over at Fei Qianchi.

Fei Qianchi didn't meet his gaze, looking down. Somehow, why did he have such a foreboding feeling?

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