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Shen Jiu grits his teeth as he struggles to keep himself from face planting to the ground like his shizun who is lying a few feet away bleeding out. He lifts his head, glaring as he meets the eyes of the person they tried to rob.

The man smirks down at him with a relaxed stance, as though he doesn't deemed him as a threat. Like a tiger finding amusement in their prey. “Hmmm....”

It was all Wu Yanzi's fault.

Earlier they were heading to the Immortal Alliance Conference, planning to sneak in to rob and kill amateur cultivators at the event. On the way they saw a man in fine quality clothes assumed to be a noble, unarmed leisurely walking without another person in sight.

An easy target or so they thought.

The man easily trounced them. He doesn't have a sword nor any other weapons on him to defend himself. He uses his qi to attack with precision and accuracy, qi that can cut through air and break hard surfaces. With only a few moves both Shen Jiu and Wu Yanzi are down. The man didn't even break a sweat or out of breath, his qi reserves are probably not even depleted.

The man tilts his head. “Are you not going to beg for your life?”

“Do you want me to beg?” Shen Jiu snarls. “Does it matter when my fate is in your hands?”

“Indeed,” the man muses, his head tilts as he's assessing Shen Jiu. “You manage to stay standing much longer than that master of yours, lasting seven more moves than him. And just by your stance and technique alone, it doesn't look like you have any sort of formal training but not hopeless.”

A small part of Shen Jiu feels giddy that he managed to outlast Wu Yanzi, only to squash that feeling immediately. What's the use of praise when he's at the hands of this man's whimsy.

“You also managed to cut off the hem of my robes,” the man points to the bottom part of his robes that was slashed by Shen Jiu's dagger. “No one has ever come close. You have caught this venerable one's attention.”

Shen Jiu quickly straightens up. Although the man doesn't give any indication of ending his life, he is still on guard and wary, keeping his distance and ready if he needs to act. “What do you want?”

“You showed signs of potential if not wasted under that master of yours,” the man replies. “This venerable one is feeling generous and would like to offer you a chance to follow under my tutelage.”

Shen Jiu narrows his eyes. “Are you going to kill me if I were to decline?”

“Why should I kill you? Whether you accept or not, is your life worth anything for me to take?”

Shen Jiu bites the inside of his cheek. This man is much stronger than Wu Yanzi and is leagues above the average cultivator. But it seems this is what his luck has lead to, following morally dubious men on empty promises of fame and power.

There was movement behind the man that had Shen Jiu instinctively move. But in a blink of an eye the man had reacted the attack from behind before Shen Jiu can shout. Wu Yanzi on his last bit of strength had tried to sneak attack only to be thrown and smashed into a tree a good distance away.

The man lowers his hand, it only took one move to take down the rogue cultivator. “Are you not going to beg to spare your master's life?”

“Would my begging be of any use for you to spare him?” Shen Jiu retorts.

“Probably not,” the man idly picks up a sharp piece of copper from the ground, twirling it between his finger. A vestige of Shen Jiu's pitiful attacks. “And it's not worth begging if the disciple is better than his shizun.”

“He didn't teach me that,” Shen Jiu corrects him, on the sharp material in his hand. “I learned that on my own...”

The man raises an eyebrow, intrigue.

For a while there weren't any words exchanged before the man tosses the sharpen material aside and walks away. The man kept walking even though Shen Jiu isn't following him until he tilts his head. “Well, aren't you coming?” he says even with his back turned.

Shen Jiu looks at the man's direction before turning his head to where Wu Yanzi lies. With an attack like that he doesn't even know if the man is still alive. And in that same direction was the Immortal Alliance Conference. The direction the man is going is away from all the sects.

Away from Yue Qi's bones.

What more does he have to lose?

Shen Jiu runs to catch up to the mysterious man. The man's strides are long, he's barely keeping pace due to exhaustion and injuries he sustained from fighting him. The man only glance once at him to see if he's still following.

“I don't know your name,” Shen Jiu says.

The man smirks, a gleam in his eye. “Are you even worthy to know my name yet?”

--

Although the man decides to allow Shen Jiu to follow him, he still has not earned the privilege to call him shizun nor even know his name yet.

They didn't stop for rest nor stop to determine their direction. The man moves with purpose, without any hesitation of where he's going. Shen Jiu only asked one question of where they are going before the man gave him a look that had him shut his mouth. He doesn't ask anymore, just following along.

Eventually they finally stop to purchase a carriage for the journey and by then Shen Jiu realizes how far away they were from the major sects.

“This is your last chance,” the man says as he sets up his ride. “We will be going far away and unlikely to return.”

There's nothing left keeping him.

A beat later Shen Jiu gets in the carriage without fanfare and finally he is deemed worthy to know the man's name.

The man calls himself Yan Wushi. An arrogant name for an arrogant man.

Another demonic cultivator. At this point with his luck Shen Jiu feels he shouldn't be surprised anymore. But Yan Wushi is knowledgeable and doesn't mince words for the truth. Such as when he evaluates Shen Jiu's condition.

“Your meridians are a mess,” Yan Wushi retracts his hand. “I'm surprised you managed to get this far. Any longer and it'll be harder to cultivate a golden core.”

Shen Jiu grits his teeth at the thought. When he first met Wu Yanzi, he was praised for having the perfect condition to cultivate. It was only after experiencing a qi deviation and burning down the Qiu Manor that he ended up in this state. The man had exaggerated and his condition must have gotten worse. On top of the demonic cultivation Wu Yanzi has pushed onto him, he suspect it would have lead him to ruins.

“So it's too late for me.”

“I did not say that,” Yan Wushi crosses his arms over his chest. “But I will say that your path will not be easy and it will all depend on you.”

Shen Jiu raises an eyebrow. “So it's not because I'm too old to cultivate or anything.”

“I wouldn't say that,” Yan Wushi scoffs. “Unless you have the aptitude and drive, age doesn't matter but it's best to start early to build a foundation otherwise as you get older you will be stuck in your ways and past the optimal time. It is a common knowledge but often misinterpreted and is something those stuffy cultivators used to gatekeep others. But as martial practitioners, we always strive to get to the next level no matter the age.”

Shen Jiu tilts his head at the thought. “You don't like the great four sects.”

This had Yan Wushi snort. “What's so great about them. I came from far away just to see what's so good about them. Only to realize their reputations exaggerate and not worth acknowledging. Their attitude and aptitude are laughable. Thankfully you hadn't join their sect, otherwise I will return to my sect empty-handed.”

This had Shen Jiu curious. “If you don't mind me asking, what's your opinion about them?”

“Where to start,” Yan Wushi muses with a hand under his chin. “Tian Yi Overlook; a bunch of pacifist and bystanders, their aptitude not worth mentioning. Zhao Hua is filled with a bunch of bald donkeys only interested in preaching but not practicing when it really matters. Huan Hua are a bunch of pompous peacocks, the gold couldn't hide how lacking they are. And Cang Qiong likes to act lofty, like they are above such mortal perils, a bunch of hypocrites. And the smaller sects are not worth mentioning.”

“And you think your sect is much better?”

“Of course. This venerable one is the sect leader.”

It was no wonder why Yan Wushi could be so arrogant. And... that makes a lot of sense.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, occasionally stopping to rest or fight off bandits. Yan Wushi doesn't waste his time with those he deems lower than him, barely wasting his energy before getting back in the carriage and go on his way.

It took a long while to get past the mountain ranges before they finally see signs of civilization. During their journey Shen Jiu learns that the Huanyue Sect, the sect that Yan Wushi leads, was part of the Riyue Sect of the Fenglinzhou before it was disintegrated and splintered into three other sects. These sects are constantly in disagreement and fighting amongst themselves.

Many of the sects in jianghu have their own cultivation practices and doctrines that might not agree with one another. But when asked about his own sect, Yan Wushi only shrugs.

“Why should I limit myself and others to follow what they deemed is righteous,” Yan Wushi scoffs. “We are labeled as demonic because we don't follow their orthodox method even though its all one in the same. Pursuit of satisfaction, that is the demonic sects core of thinking. Nothing is taboo.”

The sects back where Shen Jiu is from would have spit up blood if they have Yan Wushi in their midst. The same might be true for where they are heading.

The journey was tenuous and long, Shen Jiu's mind forces himself to keep awake, fear of the unknown. On occasion it felt like the air he breathes is empty and dull. Probably from the high mountain ranges they have to cross. They finally descended from the mountain tops and after traveling a while stopped at a compound, Yan Wushi gets out with Shen Jiu straggling along.

Not long after, a boy that looks close to Shen Jiu's age rushes to greet them. “Welcome back from your long journey, shizun. Per your instructions, everything has been prepared to your specifications.”

Shen Jiu looks at the boy curiously, he looks well put together and neat. When the boy meets his curious gaze Shen Jiu automatically straightens up, self conscious of his appearance all due to Yan Wushi's generosity. On their journey they stopped at an inn for Shen Jiu to get himself thoroughly clean. For most of the journey they will have to stay in the carriage together and Yan Wushi is a clean freak who couldn't tolerate his stench. He was also given new clothes but they were ill-fitting as Yan Wushi doesn't want to waste unnecessary time waiting for the tailor to make the adjustments when he will soon get his disciple uniforms.

“Bian Yanmei, this is Shen Jiu, your new shidi,” Yan Wushi introduces. “I trust you also made the necessary arrangements for him.”

Bian Yanmei nods. “Yes shizun.”

It was so much more than he ever expect or ask for. From a street kid to a slave, to a rogue and now a disciple. It all felt surreal and too good to be true.

“Welcome to the Huanyue Sect.”

--

Shen Jiu was given a tour around the compound and a introductory spiel of the sect. He was given time to settle and familiarize himself with his accommodations. The compound was even more extravagant and larger than the Qiu's. He was even given his own room and a proper bed, something he's never had in his entire life before. Anything he needs, he could ask Bian Yanmei or any of the servants, and they will be able to provide for him. Bian Yanmei mentions bringing Shen Jiu to a tailor later to get more fitting clothes for him.

There aren't a lot of servants around, most are busy with their own tasks but they look kind and greeted Shen Jiu with respect. There also aren't many disciples at the compound either. Often it feels like only Bian Yanmei and him are the only disciples around. When asked Bian Yanmei only shrugged. It wasn't that long ago the sect was splintered and the other outer disciples probably have duties to attend. They are still stabilizing their position in jianghu.

Bian Yanmei is polite and knowledgeable. He is accommodating to provide Shen Jiu's needs and happy to explain things to him. He also manages sect and court matters with Yan Wushi, having responsibilities that might be overwhelming for someone his age. But there's this sort of air to him that tells Shen Jiu he shouldn't be underestimated. There's more than meets the eye with this Bian Yanmei.

He hasn't seen Yan Wushi since he left him with Bian Yanmei. As a sect leader, Yan Wushi is busy not only managing his sect but also the court and jianghu's politics. But that doesn't mean that he abandoned his disciples.

Shen Jiu didn't start learning cultivation right away. Yan Wushi had prescribed him medical concoctions to fix and re-straighten his meridians and qi and improve his overall health. Pricey medical concoctions that a master wouldn't splurge on a slave. He was also given instructions to meditate and center himself to make his recovery faster. Occasionally Bian Yanmei would come over to help pass along his qi to restore proper channels of his meridians. The feeling has him shuddering every time.

Yan Wushi had also assigned him a tutor to improve his reading and writing skills. A slave's education is lacking, even on par with the common folk. Though his skills might be a little higher due to Qiu Jianluo's generosity, even his mathematician skills are above an average commoner. He was glad and relieved that Yan Wushi didn't make a snarky comment about his illiteracy.

He was glad neither Yan Wushi nor Bian Yanmei asked about his past. Neither any of the other servants or disciples running around the sect. He was glad he never has to put up a front.

He's never had anyone done so much for him in such a short amount of time. To provide for his needs and rectify any issues without him having to ask or beg for it. To even improve upon the current status of things. Inwardly he feels grateful along with the feeling of unease.

If he could ever be worthy to belong here.

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Shen Jiu is diligent in his studies, earning the approval from his tutor as the difficulties of his lessons increased. His vocabulary is advanced enough to read the sect’s literature and records without any difficulty. His skills in arithmetic are now on par with the merchants and emperor’s scholars.

Shen Jiu is also diligent with his health regiment. Routinely taking the medical concoctions prescribed to him and having his meridians cleansed by Bian Yanmei even if it causes him discomfort. If Bian Yanmei isn’t available, Shen Jiu would meditate quietly to circulate his qi. He has also been exercising and training his body so that his body will be ready to handle cultivation. Not hard to do for his past as a beggar, slave, and Wu Yanzi’s gopher.

When he’s not studying or training, he goes around the sect to familiarize himself. Sometimes he helps out with Bian Yanmei’s workload as his own way of saying thanks. This allows him to take a glance at the sect’s inner workings to better his understanding. It’s more complex than he realizes and what he gleams is barely the surface.

Six months have passed just like that within the sect. Yan Wushi checked his progress, humming in approval of his meridians in a restored state, he’s finally allowed to practice cultivation.

Yan Wushi gave a brief explanation of the sect's well known techniques and demonstrates two of them; the Phoenix Descending and Spring Water Fingering (author note: I'm not making this up I swear). The control and power Yan Wushi display has him in awe. But that awe was quickly replaced with surprise when Yan Wushi tossed a beginner's cultivation manual at him and left abruptly. When Shen Jiu presses for more instructions, Yan Wushi just gave him an irate look.

“Do you expect me to hold your hand? If you don't expect to work for it, then you can just leave. I don't need a useless disciple.”

When Shen Jiu recounts to Bian Yanmei he only receives a shook of the head, that is just how Yan Wushi operates. Most disciples at the sect never receive such attention from their sect leader and only have their cultivation manual to rely on. This type of teaching is common, practically everywhere.

Bian Yanmei explains that unlike orthodox sects that rely on the higher ups like hall masters for instructions and following their teachings by the book, demonic sects are much known for their independent studies. It allows them to have the freedom to cultivate at their own pace and flexibility to improve their own techniques unique to themselves.

Yan Wushi is a sect leader, not a hall master. He doesn’t have to do something menial as teaching disciples.

This wasn't what he expects of a demonic sect. Back where he was from, anything demonic related is... well demonized. In this sect, there is nothing demonic about it. In fact, their practice is more flexible and less rigid than an orthodox sect.

He was disappointed that is all he received from Yan Wushi, after all he is supposed to be his shizun. Rumor has it that if a disciple proves themselves, there is a possibility that Yan Wushi will give his personal guidance. To reveal advance cultivation techniques of reaching the next level. The possibility of receiving Yan Wushi's personal guidance lights a fire within him.

He watches other disciples train with those techniques. Some of them move fluidly and smooth while others are rough and rely on strength. They deviate from the basic but the core of the technique is still the same.

He studies and cultivates. He trains and meditates. Time passes by fast that soon it became a year since he steps foot in this sect.

And receives his first test.

“By now you should have reached the first level in the cultivation manual,” Yan Wushi states with hands behind his back. “Let's see your progress with a spar against Bian Yanmei.”

“Understood!” Both Shen Jiu and Bian Yanmei saluted.

They took their positions and as the first leave falls to the ground Shen Jiu charges straight at Bian Yanmei. He shoots and strikes at Bian Yanmei with the basic spring watering technique, palms encased with qi, Bian Yanmei counters and dodges them all though there were a few close calls.

Shen Jiu grits his teeth as he recomposes himself. He knows he's at a disadvantage due to their power level and experience. Bian Yanmei is at mid-level three of the Phoenix Descending technique while he recently reached level one.

This is only a spar to see their progress but he has to win. All that time, energy, and money Yan Wushi has invested in him has to pay off. To show he isn't a mistake that Yan Wushi had picked up from the trash. He doesn't want to be kicked out from the only place he's ever felt comfortable in.

With renew vigor, Shen Jiu once more charges at Bian Yanmei. But his strikes and power are much heavier that even Bian Yanmei had noticed with a surprised look on his face. His body even reflexively move with crasser techniques back when he was on the streets and on the run with Wu Yanzi.

“Shidi, take it easy,” Bian Yanmei says, barely dodging the strike aiming for his head. “This is only practice. You shouldn't exert yourself.”

But the blood rushing and adrenaline has Shen Jiu ignore his advice. His body is too high strung to relax, his mindset as though he's fighting for his survival. In a way he is. Especially when Yan Wushi is watching their fight.

In a subtle move he tripped Bian Yanmei and has him land on his back. He steps on his shoulder to prevent him getting up with a palm encased with qi readied above him. “Do you yield?”

Bian Yanmei winces at the impact on his back, nods assenting to his defeat. Shen Jiu steps back with a breath and helps him up. He turns his head to Yan Wushi for approval on his victory.

Only to see him frowning.

“I don't believe your cultivation manual has what you displayed,” Yan Wushi's voice took a dangerous tone.

Shen Jiu gulps in nervousness. Did he mess up somewhere?

“Perhaps a proper demonstration is in order.”

That was all the warning he gets when Yan Wushi shoots qi straight at him. Shen Jiu quickly dodges and the qi hits straight into a tree behind him. When he turns his head, Yan Wushi is right next to him aiming for his head. Shen Jiu jumps back and charges, with his hand raised to shoot qi with the spring water fingering technique. But Yan Wushi slaps his arm away like swatting a fly, redirecting his attack, a qi palm aims at his face that he couldn't block at his level has him flung away to the other side of the training field.

“When this venerable one accepted you as my disciple, I thought I picked someone whose potential isn't bad,” Yan Wushi approaches idly with hands behind his back, but his expression is the opposite. “But compared to how you fought back then and now, I may have been mistaken. You fought like a beggar who hasn't eaten in days. Dirty and sloppy.”

Shen Jiu shouts in frustration, charging at Yan Wushi once again. He shouldn't let Yan Wushi's words get to him but it hits close to home. Close to his bones that he is nearly blind to rage.

“You don't know what its like!” Shen Jiu spats, wiping the dirt from his face with the back of his hand. “Wanting everyone to go with your standards, even though there is nothing else that people like me can rely on but our basic instincts!”

“Why should I know what it’s like?” Yan Wushi's voice has taken a dangerous tone. “Are you saying that it is this venerable one's fault? Then as your shizun I should rectify it.”

Yan Wushi attacks, more vicious than before. Even their fight back then with Wu Yanzi is nothing compared to now. It leaves Shen Jiu breathless and stumbling but his eyes is all on Yan Wushi's ferocity and movements. Eventually Yan Wushi flips Shen Jiu on his back, the same move Shen Jiu used on Bian Yanmei.

“You let your emotions get the best of you, making incorrect decisions leaves you with regretful consequences,” Yan Wushi comments, his foot presses down on Shen Jiu's shoulder like what he did with Bian Yanmei. “Your face is too expressive that even a child can see your next move. If you can't control your emotions shown on your face, then cover it. Otherwise don't show your face at all.”

Shen Jiu glares up at Yan Wushi, breath heavy from the humiliation and beatdown. His arms and body are exhausted, he can barely move.

“If you were to fight against an orthodox sect disciple with your moves, you would only cement the fact that demonic sects are nothing but thugs,” Yan Wushi lifts up his foot and steps away. “Even if you win, no matter how fair the fight is, they will only cry foul because of how you fight.”

Bian Yanmei moves to help Shen Jiu get up. But Shen Jiu doesn't accept his help, swatting his hand away as he struggles to get up on his own. His hands clenches to his side and his fingernails digged into the palm his hand, trying to keep the tears threatening to escape.

Yan Wushi turns his back to them. “Are you even a disciple of the Huanyue sect? Don't bother staying if you can't follow even the basic steps a beginner can do. Although nothing is taboo, I will not allow deviation of the basic foundation of the sect's technique. Especially that horrid display. Otherwise there is no use in teaching you.”

The words were harsh that Shen Jiu bows his head, to avoid anyone seeing the ugly expressions he's making. He sharply tugs his arm away from Bian Yanmei's grip and storms away.

Shen Jiu didn't return to his room, nor went to the mess hall when the meal bell rang. Instead he's at the far edge of the Huanyue Sect's compound where there’s no one around. A perfect spot to train and a place with peace and quiet. But currently there is no peace as all he can hear is the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.

He messed up and has been humiliated by his shizun the sect leader because he couldn’t keep his emotions in check. His desperation in trying to win, to receive acknowledgement from his shizun. And being dismissed just like that, will he be forced to leave the sect?

“There you are, shidi.”

It was Bian Yanmei, looking sweaty and relieved at the sight of Shen Jiu.

“You weren’t at the dining hall or at the dorms so I got concerned,” Bian Yanmei says as he catches his breath. “To think that you were here all this time… There should be some food left if we hurry back.”

“I’m not hungry,” Shen Jiu mutters, turning his head away from Bian Yanmei.

He doesn’t want to go. Although at the training grounds it was only him, Bian Yanmei, and Yan Wushi, word might have travel fast about what had happened. He doesn’t want to face the whispering jeers.

Bian Yanmei moves to sit next to Shen Jiu but made sure there is space between them. “Shidi, please don’t take it to heart what shizun said,” he says comforting. “Shizun may be strict and harsh with his words but he cares about us in his own way.”

Seeing Shen Jiu didn’t retort or move away, Bian Yanmei continues. “I was actually part of the Ri Yue sect for only a few weeks before it got dissolved. But I can tell you it wasn’t that good. I admired Yan Wushi not just his strength and intellect, but his character even though it doesn’t seem like it. Out of all the disciples and sects that got splintered from the Fenglinzhou, he is the most decent one.”

That raises an eyebrow from Shen Jiu. Yan Wushi being the one with the most decent character is an absurd thought. Though he can’t really judge his character since he doesn’t interact with him that often. Unless the disciples from the Fenglinzhou were psychopaths, the bar is set really low.

“I was glad he allowed me to follow him and I have been Yan Wushi’s inner disciple ever since,” Bian Yanmei continues. “My cultivation is low but shizun never told me to leave the sect. He still has use for me yet!”

The attempted joke didn’t land well since Shen Jiu barely reacted other than a scrunched look on his face. Bian Yanmei sighs. “What I meant is that don’t let shizun’s words get you down. To be honest, I’m envious of you for being chosen by shizun and he has never brought anyone before. I heard you fought with shizun when you first met. I would have been scared sparring with shizun, let alone lasting that long against him. And the fact you managed to impress him to take you in is amazing!”

Shen Jiu doesn't want to correct him that they were fighting when they first met was a one-sided beating and that he didn't have a say in the matter. “I don’t think I impressed him anymore.”

Bian Yanmei shakes his head. “Shidi, the fact that shizun lectured and fought you means that he still cares about you. He never does that for anyone. I can’t even get him to make more than 5 moves before being beaten by him.”

Bian Yanmei gets up and offers Shen Jiu a hand. “There is a reason why we refer to him as shizun while everyone else refers him as the sect leader.”

Shen Jiu looks up at the hand offered to him consideringly before deciding to take it. With hand in hand they left. “Come. The mess hall might not have anything left but let’s go to the village below and get some food. My treat.”

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It takes a few days of calming down before Shen Jiu apologizes to Yan Wushi for his behavior. To which Yan Wushi accepts it with a shrug.

“Words have no meaning if not followed through,” Yan Wushi had said. “My expectations may be too high so I shouldn’t have expected much to begin with.”

How anticlimactic.

It left Shen Jiu frustrated about the feeling of being dismissed but all he can do is practice and improve himself so that he can show Yan Wushi he did not make a mistake. But most of all, he wants himself to be better.

Which is why it becomes frustrating when he stumbles into an issue when he tries to practice a move on the Phoenix Descending technique. He couldn’t execute the move properly and his qi feels hot as it courses through his meridians as though burning them. After having the move blew up in his face too many times, he shouts his frustration in the air.

“Shidi, are you alright?” Bian Yanmei arrives to the scene of seeing Shen Jiu flopped on the grass with his face covered in soot. “Ah… first time with the flare technique? You’ll get it.”

Shen Jiu glare at Bian Yanmei was cut off by a handkerchief plopped on his face to wipe the soot from his face. He didn’t have time to deny Bian Yanmei from sitting next to him.

“It took me months to finally execute that technique,” Bian Yanmei muses. “I was honestly afraid that my eyebrows would never grow back. It took too long that I even forgot how it looks like when shizun demonstrated the technique the first time. But you’ll get it, I believe in you.”

“I feel like I’m having heartburn,” Shen Jiu groans. “And my head feels dizzy.”

“Ah… that’s the drawbacks…”Bian Yanmei sagely nods. “Get up, I’ll help circulate your qi.”

Shen Jiu reluctantly sits up facing away from Bian Yanmei who gets into position behind him. A second later he feels palms behind his back and his qi circulates throughout his body, washing away the heat. Back when Shen Jiu has qi circulation sessions with Bian Yanmei for fixing his meridians, the sessions felt weird and bizarre. Now it feels like a relief.

“Thanking shixiong for his help.”

“It’s no problem,” Bian Yanmei says. “The demonic core’s foundation comes from the elements of nature. The Phoenix Descending technique uses fire so that’s why it feels hot. Our unorthodox’s cultivation is considered the hardest compared to others.”

Shen Jiu tilts his head. “I still don’t know anything about other demonic and daoist sects. Are the other demonic sects similar to ours?”

“No,” Bian Yanmei immediately says. “Although the cultivation of the core is inherently the same for both daoist and demonic, the demonic sects are vastly different from each other. One of the reasons why the Riyue Sect of the Fenglinzhou got splintered into three is because of a disagreement of practicing cultivation techniques. It was chaotic and a lot of infighting that eventually it was better to split up.”

“Our Huanyue Sect is one of those sects that was split from the original Riyue Sect,” Bian Yanmei continues to explain. “The Fajing Sect is another splintered sect who specializes in mirror and music cultivation. Our sect has tolerable relations with them. But the Hehuan Sect is one we should avoid if we could help it. They’re the most infamous and ambitious of the three demonic sects. They’re proficient in enchantments, manipulation, and most notably… dual cultivation. Even if the other party is unwilling.”

Shen Jiu inwardly shudders. Back where he was from he heard the term tossed around by cultivators near brothels. He could infer what it is and his understanding was cemented from the readings he did in the sect.

“The Hehuan Sect has major influence in the Qi country,” Bian Yanmei puts his hands down, done with qi circulation. “The opposing country to the Northern Zhou. We’re trying to get a foothold in the emperor’s court so that we have a way to counter and oppose them. That’s why shizun has been busy out of the sect.”

Shen Jiu nods he takes all the information in, turning to face him. “Then is that why you are also busy?”

“Yes,” Bian Yanmei agrees. “On top of managing the sect shizun wanted me to learn and understand the court politics to benefit the sect. It’s honestly annoying and frustrating that a bunch of officials spent most of the day arguing with each other, getting nothing done. If you reach level 4 of the Phoenix Descending, shizun will take you along as well.”

Shen Jiu’s eyes widen. “Wait really? Isn’t that very important?”

“And dangerous,” Bian Yanmei replies. “Shizun wants us to at least be able to defend ourselves before bringing us along. Even if its with the emperor, there are hidden dangers lurking every corner. There are also other sects trying to get a foothold there as well.”

The idea of it feels so daunting and intimidating. Shen Jiu looks at Bian Yanmei carefully, noticing the eyebags underneath his eyes. Bian Yanmei is not that older than him but he has a lot of responsibilities within and outside the sect.

A very small part of him is cussing out at Yan Wushi for leaving all of his work to Bian Yanmei to deal with.

Shen Jiu places a comforting hand on Bian Yanmei’s shoulder. “You worked very hard.”

Bian Yanmei smiles. “That means a lot coming from you, shidi. Hurry up to be level four so that you can help me.”

“I’m still stuck on this technique,” Shen Jiu sighs. “Do you have any advice?”

Bian Yanmei tilts his head in thought before shaking his head. “It’s been so long that I forgot how I achieve it in the first place. Maybe you can ask shizun? He’s in today.”

Shen Jiu scrunches his nose at the suggestion causing Bian Yanmei to snicker. Asking that pompous sect leader for help? His pride bristles at the thought.

“Shizun is very knowledgeable,” Bian Yanmei sagely nods. “He created the Spring Water Fingering technique to defend ourselves in case we are without weapons. He would surely have the solution to your issue.”

Bian Yanmei is right but asking Yan Wushi for advice is like pulling teeth, especially with that beatdown he recently received. Still, if he wants to advance his cultivation, asking Yan Wushi is his best bet.

Making his mind he goes to Yan Wushi’s abode in the sect compounds. He’s probably busy lounging around somewhere or whatever sect leaders do when they left all their duties to their disciples.

Sounds of rock breaking has Shen Jiu go to find the source of the noise. Behind the abode with big space is Yan Wushi. He’s practicing his moves every turn and wave laced with controlled qi all emitting from him. The movements are amazing as Shen Jiu had to stop himself from blinking to avoid missing it.

At the end of his move, Yan Wushi breathes out slowly putting his hands down. “Is there something you need?”

Shen Jiu froze, caught from staring when Yan Wushi didn’t even need to turn his head to know he’s there.

“I… I’m stuck on this section with the flare technique. It keeps blowing up in my face.”

Yan Wushi gives him a side eye. “Are you giving up?”

Shen Jiu quickly shakes his head. “No. I… I don’t want to give up. I have been stuck on this and… I need help… please… shizun.”

Shen Jiu waits for Yan Wushi to reject him harshly but Yan Wushi only beckons him to come over. Stunned for a moment before he hastily walks over to him. He offers up his wrist for Yan Wushi to check his qi.

Yan Wushi holds Shen Jiu’s wrist with two fingers as he injects his qi. “I see that you are continuing your meridians cleansing with Bian Yanmei, that’s good. Nothing is amiss.”

“Then why does the technique keep blowing up on me?” Shen Jiu asks. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“Show me then.”

Shen Jiu gets into position and makes the move from the book. His qi flows according to what the book says with each move until it blows up in his face, making him fall on his butt.

Yan Wushi hums in thought. “You followed what was written in the book, from the qi paths to your body… I have a theory…”

 “I can only make a guess is that your qi pathways were ruined when you were with that poor excuse of a cultivator,” Yan Wushi explains. “Your usage of qi accommodates for those ruined pathways causing the flow to not be as smooth. Even if your pathways have been healed, your flow of qi has not adapt itself to its current state. It’s different to how me and Bian Yanmei circulate our qi.”

“Then how can I fix it?” Shen Jiu asks, getting up to his feet.

“It all depends on you,” Yan Wushi shakes the stray dusts from his robes. “The control of qi comes from not just your body but also your mind. Sometimes it's not how good you are but how bad you want it. Your body can stand almost anything but it's your mind you have to convince.”

Yan Wushi gets into the first position of the flare technique and starts to move. The qi flows more visually as every movement he makes, more smooth than what Shen Jiu did. “The path you take depends on how you deal with the world,” he explains as he moves. “But when the world rejects your existence you can either resent your weakness and curse the cruelty of the world, or build your body to claw at the world to make it your own. Claw at it until eventually the world belongs to you, becoming as easy as breathing.”

Shen Jiu watches enraptured memorizing each move and committing Yan Wushi’s words into memory. With a flick of his wrist, Yan Wushi perfectly executes the flare technique.

“I don’t expect you to get the technique down right away as it takes time to get it right,” Yan Wushi puts his arms into his robes. “If everyone got it on the first try, then the world would have fallen into chaos. For many practitioners it takes years, rushing will only lead to qi deviation.”

Shen Jiu gets into the stance and practices the moves slowly with what Yan Wushi did earlier. Coming close to a certain move he slows down when he felt that pull of qi that threatens to blow up in his face. He closes his eyes as he envisions the qi, mentally clawing at it to breakthrough.

Clawing at the world for survival. Fighting for food and coins or risk starvation or death. Enduring for the beatings unwarranted for simply existing. Slashing and stabbing the abusers of the powerful and cruel. Burning the world and watching it crumble into dust.

So why should he accept this situation. He breathes and moves, he slashes and waves. He screams and cries. To fight and not to cower, ever again.

And then he could finally breathe. The air fresh from the stifling household as it burns behind him. Opening his eyes to the night sky that he seen hundreds of times and now vaster than all he could have ever comprehend.

Shen Jiu opens his eyes and with a flick of his wrist qi has flared, executing the technique to completion. His eyes widen as he exhales through his nose. He finally did it and it didn’t blow up in his face.

“Shizun… I did it,” Shen Jiu shakily smiles. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t hear anything else from Yan Wushi, finding himself alone in the courtyard. He lifts his hands palms up as though he is looking at them for the first time.

And clenches them.

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Shen Jiu’s cultivation improves by the day. He even dives deeper into the cultivation fundamentals so he can have a better understanding and avoid future setbacks.

His progress doesn’t mean there aren’t any setbacks. Although the flare technique no longer explodes in his face, it doesn’t mean the same results as the others. Some of the flashier techniques caught the hem of his robes on fire. Others made his meridians burn as qi flows rapidly through them.

It took a lot of practice to not catch anything on fire by accident again. He has to sit through multiple meditation sessions for his meridians to get used to circulate qi to not feel like its burning. He also has to use medicinal tonics to soothe his meridians in order to not rely too much on Bian Yanmei to cleanse his meridians. It was one of Yan Wushi’s comments about his meridians that he had him focus on and to improve. It took a long time to be able to circulate qi properly without hurting himself or blowing up in front of his face.

Because of his indepth study he was able to improve the Phoenix Descending technique, not only to increase the lethality but also finer control. He studies the Spring Water Fingering technique’s base to incorporate into his own. Though it still needs some adjusting before he can demonstrate it to Yan Wushi.

His progress has allowed him to move on to the next level. One day Bian Yanmei brought him to a bamboo grove behind the villa. He was given vague instructions to watch closely and pay attention in order to gain comprehension for higher level of his techniques.

And then Bian Yanmei left without showing anything at all.

Shen Jiu could tell there's something more to it than Bian Yanmei is letting on if that subtle twitch on the corner of his mouth is anything to go by. He doesn't call out Bian Yanmei on his bluff when he was left alone, giving it an hour before he acts on his hunch.

Three days after being left alone, Bian Yanmei comes to find him with a look of disbelief.

“What?! Just how -”

Shen Jiu looks up from the cultivation manual he dug up three days ago, blinking up at his shixiong innocently. “Is something the matter?”

Bian Yanmei looks like he's lost for words, unable to form complete sentences and his hand shakes as he points at the manual in Shen Jiu's hands. “H-how did you...”

Shen Jiu shrugs and his eyes return to the manual, flipping a page. “You were very clear on your instructions, even pointing at the correct stalk.”

Bian Yanmei has a ridiculous expression on his face when he tries to recall what he said to Shen Jiu. Of course Bian Yanmei didn't tell him about the cultivation manual buried there.

After an hour of being left alone he digs into the bamboo grove and found a chest containing a cultivation manual. He digs in a few more places and discovered some of them were fake before he finds the true manual under one of the trees in the third circle of the groove.

Common folks like to keep valuable things close to them whether it’s hiding it under their beds or in a discreet pot or even burying them in the backyard as a safeguard from would be thieves. It's something Shen Jiu has heard and observed from his time on the streets, able to discern and tell where valuables could possibly be buried. The raised soil and plant placement were indicators.

Of course, Bian Yanmei doesn't need to know that.

“I hope I managed to put things back where they were,” Shen Jiu thoughtfully says. “It's very orderly and symmetrical, like an array pattern.”

He hears Bian Yanmei sucks in a breath. “Then why are you still here if you found the correct manual?” he asks with gritted teeth.

Shen Jiu turns a page. “It feels refreshing out here,” he smoothly replies. “The place is quiet and tranquil where I won't be disturbed. I even brought incense to keep the bugs away.”

He doesn't know what expression Bian Yanmei makes as he hears him make a frustrated noise and stomps away. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, turning the page in the manual. Bian Yanmei will need to find a more gullible shidi than him to fall for such tricks.

That was only one of the few times he could get the better of Bian Yanmei. He doesn’t know how it started with the little banters and tricks. Though he does find Bian Yanmei to be in good spirits afterwards. Their little moments probably act as a stress reliever from all the missions and court politics he’s assigned to.

He never thought he could fall into such rhythm with someone else other than Qi ge. Bian Yanmei has the sort of big brother aura who is responsible, patient, and also indulgent. Perhaps it’s from all those cleansing sessions, his calm and patient attitude appeals him.

Bian Yanmei has already done so much for him without asking for anything in return. He occasionally checks up on him even though he’s busy, making time to take him down to the village to treat him. He even helped design and order his own uniform. If he could give a bit of reprieve even if it means playing around childish tricks he would.

“I heard you finally reached the fourth level. That was quick.”

Shen Jiu stands at attention as Yan Wushi writes something down. It wasn’t quick. Three years at the sect and only achieving level four out of ten of the Phoenix Descending cultivation. It was setback due to his health and the use of his qi to get used to the technique. He tries not to rush, rushing would lead to a qi deviation that would ruin his progress.

Even past the mental and physical block, with each new level the difficulty increases. Bian Yanmei is currently on level four while Yan Wushi is on level seven. Who knows how long they have been at those levels and they were practicing longer than he has.

“Remind me to assess your skills later. I’m sure it will be a better improvement than years ago.” Yan Wushi puts his brush down. “Tell me, what is your experience with the rich and nobility?”

Shen Jiu grimace as insults stuck at the tip of his tongue. His time on the streets where the rich and noble would turn up their noses if he were to come an inch near them. His abusive servitude under the Qius’ leaves a bitter taste that he would rather swallow his tongue than reminisce. The curses and bruises he receives for his brief tenure as a servant at the courtesan house when his travels with Wu Yanzi ran out of coin leaves little to be desire.

“I was thinking it might be time for you to go on missions that may involve going to the palace with me and Bian Yanmei,” Yan Wushi doesn’t wait for an answer, folding his hands in front of him. “That means having basic etiquette and manners of a nobility. The ability to discern their doublespeak and the way they communicate.”

That he can answer. “I have practice etiquette and manners of the nobility when I was younger.”

At his time at with the Qius’ he was drilled etiquette and manners on the promise of pain with every little misstep all for being the young miss’s fiancé. It was only for show and not because from their goodness from their heart. What use is table manners for a slave other than to be paraded around like a show pony?

Luckily due to his adaptability he finishes those lessons in record time, probably faster than Qiu Haitang. He also observes how the rich communicate and think, he is sure he can pick up on it.

“I also heard from Bian Yanmei that you have a keen eye and a discernment ear,” Yan Wushi noted. “Those are very useful traits no matter where you go.”

Luckily Yan Wushi never asked about his past so he inwardly relax a little. Shen Jiu couldn’t help but inwardly preen at the compliment. Yan Wushi’s praises are rare. It must be from the bamboo groove incident that Bian Yanmei blabbed about.

“But this doesn’t mean you will be following us immediately,” Yan Wushi moves the paper away to pick up a book next to him. “Although you have experience and have undertaken missions, none of them could compare to the high status of palace politics level. I will be assigning a hallmaster to help you brush up on those skills and to teach you the current political climate get you acclimate. You will also be taking on missions that involves palace politics and other sects to get you up to speed and improve. When I deemed you ready, you can accompany us.”

Shen Jiu clasps his hands in front of him and bow. “This disciple understands.”

Yan Wushi hums. “There is movement among the Tujues causing discontent in the political court. Years ago the leader of the Tujues, Hulugu, sought to invade the Central Plains but was defeated by the daoist sect Mount Xuandu’s leader Qi Fengge. He is not allowed to enter the Central Plains but that doesn’t mean the same promise would apply to his cohorts.”

Shen Jiu frowns. “Are they spying? Causing chaos?”

Yan Wushi clasps his hands in front of him. “No one knows for sure but there were reports of Kunye and Duan Wenyang, direct disciples of Hulugu, sighted in the Central Plains.” He hands Shen Jiu a folded parchment. “These are the last known locations they have been spotted at. It would be good to have a second set of eyes to figure out their plan.”

Shen Jiu unfolds the parchment and it lists all the last known sightings and the time it took place. He folds it back up and puts it in his robe. “This disciple will investigate.”

“This will be your side mission as it will take time to investigate their purpose,” Yan Wushi says. “Your main priority are those etiquette lessons so that you can accompany Bian Yanmei and me in the future.”

Shen Jiu twitches at the thought. He does not look forward to those lessons.

“I almost forgot.”

It was due to his quick reflex that Shen Jiu caught the folding fan before it can hit him in the face. He opens it to reveal a picture of a crane with a bamboo forest in the background. It looks expensive from the heaviness and quality of the fan. Sturdy too.

“I have mention this before but your expression still gives away your thoughts,” Yan Wushi says. “If you can’t control your expression, cover your face with a fan. That is a weakness that should not be exploited, especially if you have to deal with the court. Once you have master the face you make, you won’t need the fan anymore. It’s tacky.”

Shen Jiu pursed his lips at the thought before quickly schooling it. He puts the fan away and bows. “This disciple thanks shizun for his advice.”

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There is a child in front of him.

Shen Jiu blinks at him. The child blinks back at him, tilting his head to one side like a cat.

He looks around. “Did someone lose a kid here?”

“I’m not a kid!” the kid pouts.

“You’re almost half my height and you squeak when you talk. Like a little mouse.”

“Am not!”

Shen Jiu looks around again. “Is this one of Bian Yanmei’s pranks?”

Speak of the devil Bian Yanmei appears with his hands tucked behind his back. “Ah shidi, welcome back. I see you have met our newest shidi.”

“I can see that,” Shen Jiu looks at the boy carefully. “But why is he looking at me like that?”

The boy shrugs and puts his hands behind his head. “Is there a rule that says I can’t look at my new shixiong?”

“It would be impolite, especially since we do not know each other,” Shen Jiu points out.

“Oh… I’m Yu Shengyan.”

“My name is Shen Jiu.”

“I already know who you are.”

“Then why did you stare at me like that?”

Yu Shengyan shrugs again. “I don’t know. No reason.”

Shen Jiu’s eye twitches, weird kid. “When did shizun pick another disciple?”

“About three months after you went undercover at the Linchuan Institute,” Bian Yanmei answers. “And it’s not so much shizun picking him, more like him following shizun home.”

At that Shen Jiu looks at the boy again. He looks young and bright eyed, a mischievous type and would likely get under people’s skin for the heck of it.

“And shizun accepted him?”

“I guess so,” Bian Yanmei shrugs. “He’s not ugly and his talent is not bad otherwise shizun would have kicked him to the curb.”

“So why is he looking at me like that and following me?” Shen Jiu asks.

“I told him to bother someone else like finding his other shixiong,” Bian Yanmei answers like it’s the most obvious thing. “He’s good at finding things.”

“I just got back to the sect of course it’s not much of a challenge for him,” Shen Jiu rolls his eyes. “I need to report to shizun, do you know where he is?”

“Shizun left for the Fajing sect and won’t be back until tomorrow,” Bian Yanmei replies. “Do you want to have tea with us and you can tell us about your report?”

“Let me put my things down first.”

He later finds himself having tea with Bian Yanmei and Yu Shengyan in the main hall’s parlor. As the youngest, Yu Shengyan prepares the tea and snacks, pouring for all three of them.

“Shouldn’t you be practicing your cultivation?” Shen Jiu raises his brow at Yu Shengyan sitting down to join them ungracefully.

“It’s rest day,” Yu Shengyan takes a cookie to nibble on. “Can’t I know about my new pretty shixiong?”

At Shen Jiu’s surprised look, Bian Yanmei chuckles. “Let him be carefree as long as he can before he’s stuck with all the responsibilities and trappings of adulthood. Even if it means being a flirt.”

Shen Jiu sighs. “If you don’t curb his behavior he’s going to develop bad habits,” he says as he takes a sip from his tea. At least the kid knows how to brew some decent tea. “Flirt to get out of training?”

“I train everyday!” Yu Shengyan argues with his cheeks puffed. “Ask Bian Yanmei!”

“Only because shizun caught you playing hooky and had you do a horse stand for an hour while holding weights,” Bian Yanmei replies as he sips his tea. “He made me supervise your punishments and lessons. If this keeps up, you should be calling me shizun instead~”

“Shixiong no!~”

Shen Jiu huffs, amused behind his cup as Yu Shengyan sulks. Sounds like things are well with the sect in his absence. Yan Wushi has been giving him more responsibilities and missions that takes place out of the sect for a long period of time. Missions include reconnaissance, infiltration, and deliverance. He has learned and seen more than he has ever been able to.

They talk about internal and external sect matters as well as his latest mission of infiltrating the Linchuan Academy. Yu Shengyan who initially inserted himself into the meeting lost interest, idly playing with the last bit of cookies on his plate.

“Most of the disciples there are spoiled young masters,” Shen Jiu pushes his plate of leftover cookies to Yu Shengyan to enjoy. “Many don’t really use critical thinking, just following by the book and what their superiors tell them to do. But I managed to create a few relations with them who have a relative or two who are officials in the Southern Chen court.”

“I’m guessing you couldn’t wait to get out of there but this type of thinking is common,” Bian Yanmei points out. “Shizun would call them simple and boring, not worth mentioning.”

“Their techniques are also simple to learn but very effective. I can’t even try them out properly, for a bunch of spoil masters they are also nosy,” Shen Jiu complains. “I can’t run the risk of catching Ruyan Kehui’s attention. Zhan Ziqian has been trying to get me to spar with him because I accidentally beat him once.”

“Huh? How can you beat someone by accident?” Yu Shengyan asks, his interest came back.

“I don’t know either and I wasn’t trying very hard,” Shen Jiu shrugs. “I managed to play it off as plain luck or busy. Good thing too because Xie Xiang was looking my way soon after.”

“But you did such a good job,” Bian Yanmei coos, earning a scowl from Shen Jiu. “Maybe we should send you undercover to Xuandu Mountain sect next.”

“Shixiong, are you trying to set me up for failure?” Shen Jiu jokingly asks. “I can get past Ruyan Kehui since he can’t see past the end of his nose but Qi Fengge would sniff me out if I so much get within 500 feet of the sect.”

“How come?” Yu Shengyan asks.

“Xuandu Mountain is a daoist sect,” Shen Jiu explains. “They are the opposite of the demonic sects which is us. And Qi Fengge is ranked number one of the strongest martial practitioners of the central plains so his senses are highly tuned. Not to mention the sect is in seclusion and won’t accept new disciples. As such they are wary of newcomers.”

“Which you should know since it was covered in your lessons last week,” Bian Yanmei scolds, lightly slaps the back of Yu Shengyan’s head. “Did you pay attention?”

“It was boring,” Yu Shengyan whines, rubs the back of his head. “I already know the daoist sects are boring and have so many rules to follow.”

“All sects have rules,” Bian Yanmei points out. “Even demonic sects have rules. Should I send you to a daoist sect to experience their everyday life? I heard one of their punishments is to make a hand stand while writing down the list of rules upside down.”

“No!”

Shen Jiu sighs. “Moving on, I managed to find out that the Tujue’s golden lotus ring was stolen so Hulugu can’t organize the tribes to attack the Central Plains. That’s one of the reasons for Kunye and Duan Wanying’s spotted appearances. There is a possibility that someone from the Yuwen court may have an idea of where it is. I have good relations with the court officials there so we can expect invitations to their events to narrow the search. If they were smart, they would try to network with a sect who has a good distribution line across jianghu for their search.”

“Why can’t they destroy the ring?” Yu Shengyan asks. “Why keep it when it’s going to be so much trouble?”

“There’s many reasons but it may not be logical. Maybe they can use it to unite the Tujues for their own use,” Bian Yanmei suggests. “One ring to rule them all. Or they want to keep it as a trophy for sentimental reasons. It’s best to keep an open mind to prepare for possibilities and eventualities.”

“Ohhhh~”

Well said, Shen Jiu thought as he sips his tea. The tea is getting cold indicating how long they’ve been chatting. His legs are cramping up for being in the same position for too long. Time passes by with how much they’ve been chatting and haven’t seen each other for a long time.

“Master Bian!”

They turn to see Ji Ying, Bian Yanmei’s servant, running towards them. He has an urgent look that has all three of them to put their teacups down.

“It’s the Hehuan sect! They’re at the front gates attacking us!”

The three share a look before they rush for the front gates. There they see Hehuan sect disciples attacking the Huanyue sect disciples. The Huanyue sect disciples are at a disadvantage for being caught off guard and under a Hehuan’s illusion technique.

Upon seeing their enraptured states, Shen Jiu makes some hand signs and gathers his qi into a concentrated center. “Kai!”

He lands at the center of battle and like shockwave disrupts the illusion and frees the Huanyue disciples. Not stopping a beat he knocks out three Hehuan disciples and pushes back two of them. His appearance has turned the tide of their helpless state.

“It’s Shen Jiu! Shen Jiu is back!”

“In your face Hehuan scum!”

Shut your mouth and concentrate on your own battles, Shen Jiu yells in his mind as he knocks another Hehuan disciple with a wave of qi from his hand. Together they corral the remaining Hehuan disciples back to the front gate with him at the forefront until almost all of them are out of the sect.

The cheering almost distracted him from a sharp spinning metal fan aiming for his head. He knocks the fan into the ground with his own fan that has a durable metal guard. Courtesy of Yan Wushi.

“Oh, I didn’t think there is someone interesting here.”

Shen Jiu tucks his fan away the man languidly steps forward to the front. All battles are staled from this man’s appearance. This man has an aura that has him wary and creeped out at the same time. He tries not to stiffen as he watches the man pick up the fan that was struck to the ground. When their eyes met, a shiver involuntarily ran down his spine.

Sang Jingxing, an elder of the Hehuan Sect.

Sang Jingxing kept his eyes on Shen Jiu. The fan he picks up taps on his open palm lazily. “Xiao Se, you need more practice.” He tosses the fan behind without looking for Xiao Se to catch it, his gaze locks on Shen Jiu.

The feeling of his gaze creeps him out, as though he’s undressing Shen Jiu with his eyes alone. He kept his voice steady and prevents his body from wavering. “Elder Sang, what business does the Hehuan sect have here?”

“Nothing in particular,” Sang Jingxing hums, his eyes doesn’t leave Shen Jiu’s face. “Is Yan Wushi here?”

“Sect leader Yan is preoccupied,” Shen Jiu answers evenly, doesn’t look away. “Whatever you want to say can be said to those of us present.”

Sang Jingxing smirks, finally shifts his eyes away. “This one just wants to check on the Huanyue sect on their condition. Is it so bad to have concern for one of the off shoots from the original Riyue sect of the Fenglinzhou? We are after all came from the same root.”

Bian Yanmei steps up to stand beside Shen Jiu, makes a show to glance at the injured Huanyue disciples and at the belligerent Hehuan disciples. “Is this how you show concern?”

“Why of course,” Sang Jingxing curls his lips. “How else can we assess Huanyue disciples of their martial prowess without a practical demonstration. After all, this offshoot was split from the original. You don’t have the original resources to maintain this place.”

“We managed just fine with what we have,” Shen Jiu keeps his composure calm. “As Huanyue sect disciples our martial prowess is more than enough.”

Shen Jiu forces himself not to waver and inwardly hopes no one rises to his bait. Sang Jingxing deliberately calls the Huanyue sect an offshoot and not an actual sect. He doesn’t know what they are here for but it can’t mean anything good. He inwardly hopes Yan Wushi comes back soon.

“Just a few matches is not enough to determine strength,” Sang Jingxing hums, his hand touches his lips in thought. “But I do see a few disciples that are… promising…”

Those words sound ominous especially coming from Sang Jingxing. In only a span of a single second, Sang Jingxing is suddenly in front of him and grabs his chin. Everyone is caught by surprise and Shen Jiu couldn’t move as he’s trapped in his tight grip.

“You. You’re not like the regular disciples,” Sang Jingxing muses, his eyes leery. “You were able to break the wide illusion technique easily. Where did Yan Wushi pick you up from?”

Shen Jiu tries to get out of his grip but Sang Jingxing traps his arm by his waist, bringing him close to his chest like a mocking embrace.

“We’re also a demonic sect,” it was Bian Yanmei who spoke. He couldn’t interfere lest triggering the Hehuan sect elder. “We are also versed in illusion and enchantment techniques. That includes enchantment breaking.”

“That is true,” Sang Jingxing muses. “But this one… there is something different about this one. My child, if you join the Hehuan sect you will want for nothing. We’ll provide you all the resources and help you’ll need to reach your… height of enlightenment.”

Shen Jiu could sense the enchantment charm laced with Sang Jingxing’s words as he spoke directly into his ears. The effects are stronger due to the proximity and Sang Jingxing’s prowess. But with control he spikes his qi inwardly to disrupt the enchantment technique.

“I decline,” Shen Jiu manages to snarl, his palm encased with qi strikes up, freeing him from Sang Jingxing’s hold.

Sang Jingxing’s lips curl as he jumps back to join the Hehuan sect disciples who look ready to attack by his command. Shen Jiu glances behind him. Many of the disciples are injured since they were caught off guard by Hehuan tricks but luckily no casualties and lethal injuries. Non-combatants have evacuated and hopefully sent word for backup.

Although they outnumber the Hehuan disciples, he doubts they can fend them off without anyone seriously getting hurt. Hehuan sect is known to be bloodthirsty and wouldn’t hesitate to go for the kill. The best he could do is stall for time and maybe to persuade them to leave.

“You said the Hehuan sect came to assess the martial prowess of the Huanyue sect,” Shen Jiu says. “How about having a one-on-one match? Your strongest disciple versus our strongest. You can assess our martial prowess properly without interference.”

“A single match hardly suffices to determine the entire sect’s martial prowess,” Sang Jingxing replies with a shake of his head. “Let’s have three matches. Do you agree?”

Shen Jiu bites the inside of his lip. “Fine. If we win the Hehuan sect will need to leave immediately. None of the sect’s disciples will be allowed to set foot in this sect.”

“Aww… how inhospitable,” Sang Jingxing mocks. “After coming all this way with such concern for our brethren, you would turn us away?” His words are meant to cause contempt but Shen Jiu’s face is stone. “But coming all this way and not taking anything is quite… wasteful. How about if we win we will be taking the sect’s name plaque.”

This causes outrage among the Huanyue Sect disciples. Taking the sect’s name plaque damages the sect’s reputation. Word will spread and the sect will have to relocate faraway to avoid the humiliation and it’ll be years before they can finally return. Luckily they didn’t ask for the Huanyue disciples’ lives or the sect treasure but those may have been preferable since a martial practitioner’s pride is worth everything.

Shen Jiu doesn’t have the authority to agree to such terms but Yan Wushi isn’t here. Only him, Bian Yanmei, and Yu Shengyan are Yan Wushi’s direct disciples. Yu Shengyan recently join and is youngest in the sect. Bian Yanmei’s martial prowess is stagnant with all the administrative responsibilities he’s been taking on. The elders of Huanyue sect are hands off on these type of dealings, not wanting the responsibility and incurring Yan Wushi’s wrath. Opportunist bastards.

He turns to Bian Yanmei whose keeping a hold on Yu Shengyan from acting out and receives a grim nod. Even Bian Yanmei realizes the pessimistic situation they’re currently in. They can only hope that Yan Wushi can get here on time.

Shen Jiu closes his eyes to compose himself for a moment before meeting Sang Jingxing’s gaze. “We accept those terms. But let’s relocate to a proper setting.”

Sang Jingxing tilts his head. “Lead the way.”

Shen Jiu takes the lead to direct them to an open valley not far from the sect. The place is often used for training regimes and battles that may not be enough room in the sect’s inner training field for an open space. There were still leftover vestige of the last spar he had with Yan Wushi before he left for his reconnaissance mission. The purpose to lead them away from the sect was to minimize the damages to the buildings and avoid casualties should the fight get out of hand. The open valley is also in the direction of the Fajing sect. Yan Wushi will be able to see them on his way back to the sect.

The Huanyue sect and Hehuan sect are divided by opposite sides, both clamoring anticipation for victory.

The man who caught the fan from Sang Jingxing, Xiao Se, steps up first. “Shishu, let me take the first match.”

Shen Jiu was about to step forward when Bian Yanmei stops him and shakes his head. “I’ll take this one. Besides, who let’s their strongest go first?”

He looks bewildered at the comment before schooling his face. “Go.”

Bian Yanmei gives a reassuring smile and steps up to the field. There was no preemptive as they both immediately went at it. Bian Yanmei’s movements are swift and fierce, weaving out of Xiao Se’s weapon fan attack. The administrative responsibilities he has does not diminish his martial skills. In the end, Bian Yanmei won the match though out of breath and the Huanyue sect disciples cheer in their victory.

Xiao Se gets up from the ground and returns to the Hehuan disciples who jeers at his loss. He doesn’t collect his weapon fan that broke in their spar. He clasps his hands in front of him and bows to Sang Jingxing.

“Shishu, this disciple apologizes for the loss. Please punish me.”

“I’ll deal with you back at the sect. Yuan Xiuxiu will be disappointed,” Sang Jingxing sneers before turning to the cheering Huanyue disciples. “Bring out the next one.”

Bian Yanmei stops Shen Jiu from stepping forward again. “Not yet,” he whispers.

“Then when?” Shen Jiu hisses, gestures at the Huanyue disciples behind them. “Do you think any of them could stand a chance? I don’t see any of them volunteering.”

Just as they were arguing Yu Shengyan runs past them to go next.

“Yu Shengyan, get back here!” Bian Yanmei hisses.

Yu Shengyan shakes his head, jumps away from Bian Yanmei’s outreached hands. “Shixiong, I’m next.”

“Reckless child,” Shen Jiu whispers as he rips himself out of Bian Yanmei’s grip to take Yu Shengyan back. “This isn’t child’s play, your life may forfeit. I’ll go twice if I have to.”

“But who knows if you’ll be ok by the third match,” Yu Shengyan says, backing away to avoid Shen Jiu. “This will be my debut.”

This brave, reckless child’s life will be cut short for his stupidity. He could clearly see Yu Shengyan shaking with fear behind the false bravado. If this was any other situation he would have commend his bravery. Yu Shengyan recently joined the sect and he’s not even on the second level of the Phoenix Descending technique is an undeniable fact this will be a losing match.

On Hehuan sect’s side, a hooded man with bloodlust oozing out of his body steps forward from the group, intending to be the next opponent. He was stopped by a pretty teenage girl dressed in red. “Shixiong, allow me to take this one.”

“Oh?” the hooded man cocks his head. “Does shimei like this one?”

“He’s young so he might not make a good opponent for shixiong,” she answers, tilting her chin to Huanyue sect’s direction. “There is one more match and look who is left.”

The hooded man looks at where the she was directing and smirks. “I see. Shimei is insightful. This shixiong will allow you to take this one.”

“Thanking shixiong.”

The girl steps up to the field, she is older than Yu Shengyan but younger than Shen Jiu and Bian Yanmei. She meets Shen Jiu’s eyes and clasps her hands to greet him with a charming smile. “This one is Bai Rong. In the future, may we be acquainted.”

You cannot judge a book by its cover that even the youngest Hehuan sect disciple can be deadly. But the intense eye contact she makes with him is a slimmer hope Yu Shengyan will survive. He will take the gamble. “You will not die.”

Yu Shengyan gives a thumbs up and goes to the field and is met with the sounds of Hehuan disciples jeering at him on the other side.

Bai Rong regards Yu Shengyan with a considering look. “Just because you are young, doesn’t mean I will go easy on you.”

She then attacks Yu Shengyan without a moment notice. The attacks are fast and illusion are weaved in her technique. Yu Shengyan is able to hold his own using the first level of the Phoenix Descending technique and the basic Spring Water Fingering technique, but the lack of training and experience are his weakness. Bai Rong claims her victory to the resounding cheers from her sect.

Yu Shengyan returns to the group roughened but alive. All of the Huanyue disciples gave him a polite applause for his safe return and his display of skill. Bian Yanmei grabs hold of him in a tight hug. “Crazy brat!”

Yu Shengyan smiles and hugs him back. “I’m alive. How did I do?”

“You were lucky,” Bian Yanmei releases his hold on him and upslaps the back of Yu Shengyan’s head. “Gave me a heart attack.”

“Awww… you love me!”

“Shut up brat!”

Yu Shengyan rubs the back of his head before he gives Shen Jiu a hesitating look. Shen Jiu sighs, this kid really, and gives him a nod. “Not bad.”

The compliment perks Yu Shengyan’s spirits up. “Thanks shixiong!”

It was a bland compliment but the boy looks so happy that has Shen Jiu sigh through his nose. To be young and lucky.

On the other side Bai Rong returns to her sect’s side, stands in front of Sang Jingxing. “This disciple returns with victory.”

“Should I be impressed of an easy victory?” Sang Jingxing scoffs. “Too softhearted for a Hehuan sect disciple.”

“I swear that is not the case,” Bai Rong shakes her head. “Although he is young, he is the direct disciple of Yan Wushi. It is not something to be discounted for.”

“It matters not to me,” Sang Jingxing turns to stare at the Huanyue side. “The disciples of Hehuan sect has disappointed me enough.”

Shen Jiu could feel eyes on him at the anticipation from both sides waiting for him to move. He subtly whispers to Bian Yanmei. “How long will it take for Yan Wushi to come back?”

“He was scheduled to come back tomorrow,” Bian Yanmei replies. “I had Ji Ying send our fastest bird but it will still take some time. None of the other sects will assist us and they would rather see us fail. Our other sect branches are too far and too weak to fight against Sang Jingxing.”

Shen Jiu breathes out through his nose. “I guess we are on our own.” He then steps forward with a solemn air about him, returning Sang Jingxing’s gaze with a look of determination.

The hooded man giggles as he steps forward intending to be the next opponent when Sang Jingxing stops him. “Huo Xijing, stand back. That boy is mine.”

“Shizun!” Huo Xijing whines. “This is my match!”

Sang Jingxing sent a harsh glare at Huo Xijing who cowers and steps back. “Yan Wushi’s direct disciple… I want to see if he has the power to back up that arrogance. If he doesn’t impress me you can take his face.”

He then steps forward to the field to be the next opponent. This causes harsh whisperings all around as they weren’t expecting Sang Jingxing, the elder of Hehuan sect, to be the next fighter.

Sang Jingxing laughs at the tense expression that Shen Jiu makes. “No need to be stiff, shizi. This elder wants to see if Yan Wushi has taught you properly.”

“This exchange is supposed to be between sect disciples, not elders,” Shen Jiu replies. “It would not be a fair fight.”

“The terms we agreed to didn’t mention this exchange is only for disciples. Is shizi not confident in facing off against a Hehuan sect elder?” Sang Jingxing mocks. “Will you be forfeiting the match as Huanyue sect’s loss?”

“It was implied and it would not look good for Hehuan sect whether if it’s this match or the result,” Shen Jiu shots back with a glare. “An esteemed sect elder inserting himself into a young disciples exchange. What will it sound like back home? What will the Hehuan sect leader Yuan Xiuxiu say?”

Sang Jingxing smiles unkindly. “Fine.” He raises one hand above his head for all to see and puts it behind his back. “If you can get me to use both hands it will be your win. I won’t use any of Hehuan’s sect’s deadliest techniques. But with these concessions I make, if you lose not only will we take Huanyue sect’s plaque, but we will also take you back to our sect.”

This causes outrage from Huanyue’s side and mocking jeers from Hehuan side. This is not mercy, more of a mockery that Hehuan sect will hold over. His fate is precarious but likely to lose. There is no right path, only reluctant acceptance.

“I accept.”

“Shidi, what are you thinking?!” Bian Yanmei yells.

“Shixiong, you can do it!” Yu Shengyan cheers.

No other words were exchange. In a blink of an eye, the two had already thrown out more than a couple dozen moves. They were moving so fast that disciples of Huanyue and Hehuan sects were dazzled and had absolutely no idea what was happening. Debris from the terrain has been swept up by the movements they went at high speed. Many were impressed that Shen Jiu, a young disciple of Yan Wushi, was able to keep up with Sang Jingxing, the Hehuan sect elder.

Which is far from the truth. Sang Jingxing is using fifty percent of his martial power. Power as heavy as the mountain and as fast as the wind. Occasionally he uses more than seventy percent judging by the indents left behind by his attack. His martial prowess, strength, and experience would outweigh Shen Jiu’s.

But Shen Jiu’s studious nature is his strength. He studied the original Riyue sect’s technique’s foundation which acts as a base for all demonic sects, not just for Huanyue sect but also Hehuan and Fanjing sects. Although Hehuan’s martial techniques are unpredictable, his indepth knowledge and practice helps him see through Sang Jingxing’s moves.

His innovative mind is also his strength, able to integrate the Phoenix Descending technique with the Spring Water Finger technique. He also takes reference from other sect’s martial techniques, adding and adjusting them to his own use, making him a difficult opponent for Sang Jingxing who is used to Huanyue’s original techniques.

This has Sang Jingxing snarl as he stumbles back. He’ll up the ante as more of his attacks become ruthless, wanting to destroy Yan Wushi’s disciple for such arrogance. To break his arms and legs, to humiliate so the other person would not be carried away by the little victories he possibly had.

But he was taken by surprised when a hidden palm strikes him hard in the chest, causing him to stumble and fall to ground, catching his fall with two hands. He hadn’t even seen Shen Jiu up close to feel the attack, it was like he’s a ghost. He coughs and spits out blood.

“Shizun!” the disciples of Hehuan sect yells.

Shen Jiu stands a good distance away from Sang Jingxing, far from the close range attack earlier. His sleeves were disheveled from the forces created by the qi, the ribbon to tie his hair loosens as his hair flutters over his shoulders by the wind. He keeps his breath even and steady even though he wants to heave as he spoke loud and clear. “This match is set and done.”

The Huanyue disciple roared at the achieved victory. Yu Shengyan tightly hugs Bian Yanmei and jumps up and down with a big smile who follows suit.

But not everyone is happy about Huanyue’s victory. Many from Hehuan sect were cursing at Shen Jiu for cheating to which the Huanyue’s disciples viciously retort back. Ironic since Sang Jingxing went back on his word, using two hands to fight. Only seasoned veterans would have been able to track his fast movements and caught on to his tricks.

Shen Jiu glances at the Hehuan disciples crowding around Sang Jingxing. The martial technique for the final blow was referenced from Linchuan Institute. His palm had curled like a lotus and combines the qi control of Phoenix Descending technique. A simple yet effective technique.

The palm strike looks ordinary but he injected a fiery qi at Sang Jingxing’s chest, close to his heart that would spread through his meridians. The burning sensation in his veins is similar to what he experienced when he first practice the Phoenix Descending technique. With the number of coughs of blood, Sang Jingxing’s meridian’s are burning and his qi is out of control. He’s being attended to by Xiao Se to ease the qi deviation he’s currently experiencing.

Shen Jiu stumbles as he felt Yu Shengyan crashes into his back, clutches back to steady the them. “Shixiong is amazing!”

“Yu Shengyan, let go of him,” Bian Yanmei approaches with hands behind his back. “You’re mauling him.”

Yu Shengyan doesn’t let go and looks up at Shen Jiu with star struck eyes. “Shixiong, what kind of move is that? Will you teach me?”

Shen Jiu scoffs and tries to move Yu Shengyan away. He doesn’t budge, clutching him like a octopus. “Get to level four of the Phoenix Descending technique before you think of even asking me!”

“Is that a yes?”

“Shameless brat!”

There was a sudden shift in the air and on instinct Shen Jiu turns Yu Shengyan away and executes the Spring Water Fingering. It was Huo Xijing who sneak attack him when he let his guard down.

The attack missed his vital points, grazing his face and slashed at his hood. Huo Xijing retreats and clutches his face in horror. “My face!”

“Does Hehuan sect have such poor memory to forget the conditions of this exchange?” Shen Jiu snarls. His hand from the Spring Water Fingering technique glows with qi, ready to attack again. “Or does the word of Hehuan sect mean nothing?”

The attack has everyone on edge, weapons were drawn out and tensions are high. Bian Yanmei takes Yu Shengyan away from Shen Jiu and regards his surroundings warily. The possible consequence of their win. It was likely the Hehuan sect won’t accept their loss graciously, to go back on their word where it means nothing.

And unbeknownst to everyone, Shen Jiu can’t fight anymore. The fight with Sang Jingxing exhausted him and he has injuries beneath his clothes from the times he couldn’t dodge properly. That final attack was barely practiced so he had used more qi than he thought and the Spring Water Finger technique to defend from Huo Xijing are from his qi reserves.

“That was a most impressive display,” Sang Jinxing comments, getting up for having recovered. “This one is intrigue on how you come up with such deadly technique. Perhaps you should join our sect to teach us.”

Shen Jiu glares. “Not interested.”

“Shixiong is ours!” Yu Shengyan yells, rallying the rest of the Huanyue disciples behind him.

Sang Jingxing smiles unkindly. “Oh but I insist. Hehuan sect would also benefit from your presence.

“Is Hehuan sect’s teachings so lacking that you would want to poach a Huanyue sect’s disciple?”

That was all the warning Sang Jingxing has before he narrowly dodges the qi attack that came out of nowhere. There is only one person in the whole world who has such an arrogant air with the strength and power to back it up.

Yan Wushi touches down to the field, putting himself between the Huanyue sect and the Hehuan sect. His appearance renews cheers from Huanyue disciples and harsh feared whispering among the Hehuan disciples.

His hands are tucked behind his back, assessing the scene with a cool gaze. He meets Shen Jiu, Bian Yanmei, and Yu Shengyan’s eyes, giving them a miniscule nod before turning his attention to the Hehuan disciples.

Sang Jingxing’s lips curled upward with disdain. “Yan Wushi, we came to visit Huanyue Sect as goodwill and exchange of techniques.”

“Funny,” Yan Wushi huffs with derision. “There has been no communication of your visit but luckily my disciples were willing to accommodate and receive you by your terms. As you can see, they were quite competent to handle such a low priority task.”

Yu Shengyan’s eyes widen. “Shizun, when did you get here?”

“I’ve been watching from the start,” Yan Wushi replies. “This venerable one saw how capable your shixiongs were able to handle the situation in this one’s absence that I decided to step back and observe.”

While Yu Shengyan gazes at Yan Wushi with starstruck eyes, Bian Yanmei maintains a blank expression while cursing at the sect leader within his mind for the stress he caused.

“With this venerable one here, Huanyue sect will not falter,” Yan Wushi declares, glaring at the Hehuan disciples. “Shall this one show you out? Because it seems Hehuan is also forgetful on how to return to their sect.”

No one is spared from his tongue. Every word that comes out of Yan Wushi’s mouth would make anyone want to stab him if it were not for his prowess. That’s why Yan Wushi has a notorious reputation among the martial community and is considered one of the top ten.

Sang Jingxing snarls, his hand glows with qi. He can’t let Yan Wushi speak to him like that in front of everyone. His pride is on the line, especially his defeat at that upstart. He’ll have to-

“Sang Jingxing, what are you doing?”

When everyone turned their attention to the newcomer, a dark miasma like qi permeates and they all froze in place. The Hehuan disciples gave a wide berth for the man to pass through until he stands in front of them, facing the Huanyue sect.

The demonic sovereign of the original Riyue sect Cui Youwang.

Sang Jingxing quickly dissipates his qi and bows his head. “This disciple greets grandmaster Cui Youwang.” The Hehuan disciples seeing Sang Jingxing doing so quickly follows suit with their own greeting.

Shen Jiu glances around, many of the Huanyue disciples were nervous with the appearance of the newcomer. Bian Yanmei’s face is as white as a sheet, clutching Yu Shengyan close to him. Yan Wushi’s confident expression disappears, looking severe at the newcomer. They could easily beat the Hehuan disciples back with Yan Wushi leading the charge but the appearance of the demonic sovereign ruins the plan.

“That was an unsightly behavior, Sang Jingxing,” Cui Youwang spoke. “You should have taken your loss and left. It makes the sect look bad, worst than it should. Now I have to come out and clean up your mess.”

“Shizun –“

“You have done enough.”

Sang Jingxing bites his lips and bows his head. Cui Youwang turns to meet Yan Wushi’s eyes. “It has been a while.”

“Indeed,” Yan Wushi replies evenly. “Will you be taking them back with you?”

“I’m impressed on your disciples’ performance,” Cui Youwang says as though he didn’t hear the question. “You have done well in teaching them.”

“Coming from you that’s high praise," Yan Wushi stiffly replies.

Cui Youwang smirks. “You would have done a terrific job for our sect if the Riyue sect is still standing. But alas, it was necessary in order to get rid of the rot and the wayward branches.”

Yan Wushi narrows his eyes but he doesn’t answer. Shen Jiu can count with only one hand the times Yan Wushi ever held his tongue, not including in the presence of the Yuwen ruler. For him to not retort speaks volumes of the dire situation they are currently in.

“I admit that my disciple’s actions are uncalled for but it leaves me in a difficult position to leave things as they are,” says Cui Youwang. “It doesn’t look good for an elder to lose against a disciple who lacks in years of experience. That loss also reflects poorly on me as his shizun.”

“Are you blaming my disciple that Sang Jingxing lost?” Yan Wushi snarls and steps forward, blocking Shen Jiu from view with his body protectively.

“No one is blaming your disciple,” Cui Youwang replies with a simper, the tone raises goosebumps for those around him. “On the contrary his skills and talent intrigues me that he could one day be a top contender of jianghu. So curious that I want to fight him myself.”

The words have Shen Jiu stiffen. He can’t fight, not right now. Not even with the assistance of the revival pills sitting in his pouch. Especially not against the demonic sovereign.

And Yan Wushi feels the same, his muscles tense and he doesn’t move away from blocking Shen Jiu from view.

“May I remind you the terms that Huanyue and Hehuan sect mutually agreed on should Hehuan lose they will return to their sect without incident,” Yan Wushi says. “Don’t tell me you have forgotten, just like your disciple?”

“Ah… but I’m not part Hehuan sect,” Cui Youwang replies with a wag of his finger. “I am just a shizun who wants to rectify their disciple’s… mistake. And since I have come such a long way, it would be shame to leave without resolving such… issues...”

Shen Jiu doesn’t know whether he wants to laugh or cry. Mistakes?! Issues?! Is that what the notorious demonic sovereign calls it? What was he supposed to do? Lose against Sang Jingxing and let Hehuan take their sect plaque? Endanger the sect for his loss?

“Then as my disciple’s shizun, if you want to get to him, you will have to go through me,” Yan Wushi declares and steps forward. “With this venerable one around, no one would dare to bully anyone from Huanyue Sect. Not even… a former sect leader of a dissolved sect.”

Shen Jiu widens his eyes. No one has ever defended him like that before. To stand unwavering and to declare without hesitation that Shen Jiu is under Yan Wushi’s protection. And to redirect an enemies’ ire onto themselves.

And then Yan Wushi removes his hand from his back swiftly, revealing a sword hidden in his robes. Taihua. Yan Wushi very rarely fights with swords. Although Huanyue’s curriculum does cover swordplay, Yan Wushi doesn’t want disciples to be over reliant on only one form of weapons and techniques. They cover multiple types to allow flexibility, mastery, and opportunities on the disciples’ weapon of choice.

For Yan Wushi to bring out the sword Taihua means he’s serious. This is the first time he seen Yan Wushi wield a sword.

Cui Youwang steps forward into the field to face off against Yan Wushi. He smirks an unkind smile. “So be it.”