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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nIn a small room, around a round wooden table, sat four men.

nThe tip of Xiao Qixiu’s sword rested on the floor. Xiao Qixiu frowned at Elder Sang as his fingers stroked his sword’s hilt. “Are you really going to take Xu Xiaoshou as your disciple?”

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n“That’s right,” said Elder Sang after taking a sip of wine. “The fates willed it so. It was decided when he ate the first Infernal Fire Seed and lived. You knew then, didn’t you?”

nElder Sang was talking about the Windcloud Competition’s preliminaries, when Xu Xiaoshou had barged into the arena and begged Xiao Qixiu to save him.

nXiao Qixiu fell silent.

nHe’d been tempted to take Xu Xiaoshou as his disciple when the latter had revealed his Innate Stage Sword Will.

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nBut, when he recalled the young man’s eccentric and bizarre antics, as well as the way he spoke, which was absolutely infuriating…

nHe’d concluded that there was every chance that Xu Xiaoshou might turn out to be an absolute disaster and danger to the rest of humankind. He couldn’t give in to impulse and risk that.

nHe hadn’t expected Elder Sang to take the young man as his disciple!

n“Xu Xiaoshou…” he trailed off, deliberating for a long moment before settling on a particular description. “…is quite the character.”

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n“Are you worried?” Elder Sang scratched his head. When he remembered his huge bathtub, his lips twitched.

n“It’s good to have character. Anyway, he’s not going to cause any trouble on my watch.”

n“He’s not going to be a problem.”

nQiao Qianzhi burst into laughter, and he smacked Xiao Qixiu on the shoulder. “Didn’t I tell you to make your move before it was too late? Look, someone got ahead of you!”

nXiao Qixiu snorted. “I have no intention of taking him as my disciple. I’ve got my hands full with Su Qianqian.”

n“Honestly, Xu Xiaoshou’s not that bad. Why don’t you like him?”

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nQiao Qianzhi tried to recall what he knew of the young man. The memories that came to mind were of a young man, always alone, training with his sword by Goose Lake.

nTwo or three years ago, every time he’d gone to Goose Lake to pick up his fat geese to prepare a good meal, he would see the young lad training diligently.

nThat was how they’d gotten to know each other. He had treated the young man to cooked goose!

nQiao Qianzhi gave everyone in the Spiritual Affairs Division a taste of his caustic wit—everyone but Xu Xiaoshou. That was because he knew how hard the young man worked.

nHis diligence and hard work had paid off.

nAfter three years of training that had led to little progress in his swordsmanship, Xu Xiaoshou had acquired an Innate Stage Sword Will and clinched the championship in the Windcloud Competition. There was no question that his achievements had everything to do with the hard work that he’d poured into his training!

nBut, if he were being honest,

nQiao Qianzhi had watched two of Xu Xiaoshou’s matches. His fighting style had become flashier…

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nHe was unpredictable and excitable. But one could attribute those qualities of his to his adorable, lively personality!

nAt this thought, Qiao Qianzhi burst into laughter again. What he wouldn’t give to be young again!

n“Hahahahahahaha!”

n“Come on, let’s drink!” Qiao Qianzhi raised his cup, but Elder Sang was the only one to return his toast. He eyed Ye Xiaotian. Why did the latter look so worried?

n“Why aren’t you drinking?”

nHe understood why Xiao Qixiu didn’t drink. The man was a swordsman. But why was Ye Xiaotian pretending that he couldn’t drink?

nYe Xiaotian glanced at him unhappily. A man of few words, he didn’t say anything as he patted his arm.

nElder Sang laughed. “He just got that reattached. He has to stay away from alcohol.”

n“Hahahaha!” Qiao Qianzhi gave Ye Xiaotian’s arm a hard pinch. “That’s karma for you!”

nYe Xiaotian jumped in pain and yanked his arm back. He watched the two men drink. He could still hear the deafening thunder of the two explosions that had gone off in his head. “Are you really sure that everything is alright?”

nElder Sang grabbed a slice of roasted goose, shoved it into his mouth, and began to chew loudly. “Don’t worry about that. It’s just Xu Xiaoshou cultivating the Infernal Fire Seed. He should be in the middle of refining it.”

n“Don’t panic. I’ve done this before. I know how this goes!”

n“Come on, cheers!”

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nQiao Qianzhi was the only one who raised his cup…

nYe Xiaotian stared at the liquid in his own cup, swallowed hard, and resisted the temptation to drink it.

nXiao Qixiu was unmoved. Watching them drink was akin to an exercise in strengthening his own willpower.

nAs the rims of two cups collided lightly with each other…

nBoom!

nIn the small room, whose walls even telepathic communication could not pass, the sound of an explosion rumbled deafeningly like thunder. One could only imagine how loud the explosion would’ve been without the protection of these walls!

nYe Xiaotian turned and stared dumbly at Elder Sang. “Is that Xu Xiaoshou cultivating the Infernal Fire Seed too?”

nElder Sang’s heart skipped a beat. He had a bad feeling about this.

nThen, he remembered the array protecting the Spiritual Law Division and concluded that everything should be fine. He stubbornly replied to the other man. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing serious…I think.”

nXiao Qixiu couldn’t sit still any longer. He was the Chief Elder of the Spiritual Law Division. That had sounded like a huge explosion. His men were probably looking for him right now.

n“I’m going to take a look!”

nKnock, knock, knock!

nSomeone was urgently pounding on the door.

nThe four men exchanged looks with one another and caught the look of alarm in one another’s eyes. No one would come knocking on the door of this room unless some calamity had struck.

nXiao Qixiu rushed towards the door and pulled it open.

nStanding at the doorway was Zhao Xidong, panting heavily. His eyes fell on the four men in the room. “You’re all here. That’s great!”

n“Look at you, all flustered and in a panic!” Xiao Qixiu frowned. “What’s wrong?”

n“Of course I’m in a panic…” Zhao Xidong blurted out frantically. “We’re under attack!”

nThe other three men in the room instantly rose to their feet. An attack? When the sun had just set and night had barely arrived?

nYe Xiaotian and Qiao Qianzhi pulled a token out suddenly. It vibrated incessantly in their hand as messages came flooding in.

nThey extended their spiritual senses and understood immediately what was going on.

nZhao Xidong pulled out his token, then. Ye Xiaotian, Qiao Qianzhi, and Xiao Qixiu glanced at the token before reeling back in shock and blurting out in unison, “The Spiritual Law Division’s on fire?”

nEveryone stared at Elder Sang. His face had gone white. Just moments ago, he had reassured them that everything was fine and told them not to panic, and now…

nHad Xu Xiaoshou really gone and landed himself in trouble?

nElder Sang’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t deny that that was a very real possibility.

nYe Xiaotian’s expression darkened. “What about your tokens? Why aren’t you receiving any messages after something so serious has happened?”

nElder Sang froze. “I usually leave mine in the Spiritual Law Division…”

nXiao Qixiu stared dumbly at Ye Xiaotian. “I lent mine to someone…”

nQiao Qianzhi nearly stomped his foot in fury. “Why are we still talking? We need to get to the Spiritual Law Division immediately and find out what’s going on!”

nWhooosh!

nThe four men vanished instantly.

nElder Qiao went back to the table, squatted on the stool, and grabbed a piece of roasted goose with his chopsticks. He took a bite. It was tasteless. He threw his chopsticks down and dashed out of the room.

nSlam!

nA moment later, he ran back and pulled the door shut.

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n“Huff!”

n“Huff!”

nSomewhere in the first level of the Spiritual Law Division, Xu Xiaoshou was unleashing his Breathing Technique without restraint. With his every inhalation, he sucked in the Infernal Heavenly Flames that were burning all around him, extinguishing flames everywhere he passed.

nHe had killed the fire on the second floor. But the fire on the first floor was causing him real grief.

nHe had stopped thinking about the pain. All he prayed for was for the fire to stop and for the place to not burn down. He couldn’t afford to think about anything else.

nHe continued breathing in the flames as he silently and desperately uttered his apologies for the grave crime that he had committed.

nHe didn’t do it on purpose!

nHow could he have known that the attack he unleashed in the illusory world would be mirrored in reality too? Something wasn’t right. Everything should have been an illusion.

nFortunately, the techniques housed in the Spiritual Law Division were all protected by a defensive barrier. His feeble attack had clearly failed to breach their defenses.

nAs for the shelves…

nThey looked a terrible sight!

n“Surrounded, Passive Point 1.”

nHeavens! They weren’t wasting any time at all, were they?

nXu Xiaoshou was seized by panic. He was still in the middle of putting out the fire on the first level…

nWhooosh!

nHis face twitched violently as he sucked in another deep breath. Then, suddenly, he heard something behind him.

nHe turned around to the sight of four pairs of eyes staring right at him.

nIt was Elder Sang, Ye Xiaotian, Xiao Qixiu, and the judge from the first round of the Windcloud Competition…

nXu Xiaoshou’s legs turned to jelly.

nWhooosh!

nA shadow fell over him. Qiao Qianzhi had silently landed in front of him.

nLoudly and with some difficulty, Xu Xiaoshou gulped.

nSomebody, say something!

nWhy wouldn’t anybody say something? The silence was driving him mad with panic…

n“Haha…” Xu Xiaoshou mustered a faint smile on his face and said earnestly, “This isn’t what you think it is. Don’t worry, it’s really nothing serious…”

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