Chapter 3: Descent of an Unequalled Genius

The sheet circled round and descended, not towards any of the peaks, however beneath them. Decrease than the peaks, the principle physique of the mountain descended towards the valley. Barely seen within the distance even from this top, a river wound across the valley. Squinting down, Hui tried to make out his hometown, however not one of the tiny settlements seemed acquainted from above.

The primary cultivator pointed on the river. Thats the border of the sects territory. Exterior of that, there are wildlands and different sects. We go away them alone, for essentially the most half.

Hui nodded dutifully.

The peaks vanished into the clouds above. The sheet grew decrease and decrease, aiming for an open discipline amid the decrease mountains rolling sides. Youngsters about their age milled about within the discipline, possibly twenty or so of them. On the far finish of the sphere, 4 cultivators stood on a white platform, ready.

As they descended, the primary cultivator flew forward on his sword. Dismounting, he walked as much as the platform and clasped his palms in greeting to a middle-aged man with white at his temples and a stern demeanor. Disciple Lao greets Grasp Liang! Apologies for arriving late.

The person waved his hand vaguely. Is that this the final of them?

To his left, a voluptuous lady in a pink butterfly-patterned gown nodded. We despatched out 5 teams, one for every peak. All 5 have returned.

Grasp Liang nodded and stroked his trim beard. He cleared his throat.

Hopping off the sheet, Hui joined the opposite youngsters as they lined up in entrance of the stage. The opposite youngsters stood tall, straightening their backs and puffing their chests, daring glances on the cultivators on stage. Ducking his head respectfully, Hui took a peek himself. Are these the height lords?

Except for Liang and the butterfly-robed lady, a fierce younger man with an extended ponytail and a sword at his hip, and a slender lady with wild crimson hair and matching eyes stood onstage. Soot stains streaked the girl’s inexperienced robes at their slender sleeves, and the hems sported scorch marks.

Werent there 5 peaks? Hui questioned, counting the height lords once more.

Is he coming? the redheaded lady requested quietly.

The swordsman scoffed. As if the good him would descend for this.

Liang cleared his throat once more. The opposite peak lords fell silent. He turned a fatherly smile to the youngsters gathered beneath. Welcome to Starbound Sect. I’m Peak Lord Liang, lord of the Jade Backyard Peak. From right here on out, diligently domesticate to grow to be highly effective pillars of our sect. Who is aware of, maybe sooner or later you could possibly discovered the sixth peak of our Starbound Sect.

Wu furrowed his brows. Why ought to my disciple should hearken to your speech? He isnt your disciple.

Whats mistaken with this man? Hui questioned. A second later, he shrugged. A minimum of I’ve little expertise, if that crystal orb was any indication. I shouldnt have caught any peak lords eye.

Peak Lord Liang sighed deeply. He bowed to Wu. With greater than a touch of sarcasm in his voice, he mentioned, Then, if the unparalleled Peak Lord Wu would go forward.

The swordsman scoffed and rolled his eyes. The butterfly-robed lady chuckled into her sleeve. Bored, the redhead rubbed her cheek together with her sleeve and seemed startled when it got here away sooty.

Critical, Wu nodded to Liang, then stepped ahead. He solid his gaze throughout the road of youngsters, then pointed immediately at Hui. You.

Hui startled. He seemed to his left and proper, solely to search out the youngsters scooting away. He ducked to the aspect, however Wus finger adopted him. He pointed at himself. Me?

Wu hopped off the stage and drew to a halt earlier than Hui. What’s your identify, little one?

HHui. Xiao Hui, he stuttered. Is that my surname? Or was that lady calling me little Hui? I dont know. I dont have any of this children reminiscences.

Wu nodded. His face confirmed no hint of expression. I’m Weiheng Wu. From today forth, you’re my disciple. I bestow upon you the identify Weiheng Hui.

Hui nodded, then hurriedly bowed into the right expression of respect. Disciple greets grasp.

Nodding once more, Wu picked him up in a single hand. His sword flew from its sheath, and he mounted it elegantly. Turning to Peak Lord Liang, he mentioned, Chances are you’ll proceed.

A vein throbbed in Peak Lord Liangs brow. With effort, Liang maintained his composure. He pressured a smile. Thanks, Peak Lord Wu.

Hui immediately felt as if he knew the supply of most of the white hairs on Liangs temples.

Its nothing, Wu replied, with out a drop of sarcasm. With that, he turned his gaze from the platform and hurtled away on his sword.


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