The exchange between the Flying Immortal Sect and the Heavenly Dao Sect was in full swing, and the people within Xiangdao City paid close attention. This exchange was like a preview of the upcoming Ten Sects Grand Competition. Although neither sect was likely to reveal the full extent of their disciples’ strength, it was enough to catch a glimpse of which sect had the more outstanding talents.
“Did you hear? A Pill Peak disciple challenged three disciples from the Flying Immortal Sect in a row before losing only due to exhaustion of Gang Qi!”
“And a disciple from the Flying Immortal Sect used a special secret art and fought evenly with the Senior Brother of the Law Enforcement Hall, stunning everyone!”
Such news spread endlessly, stirring the hearts of everyone in Xiangdao City. Many began to imagine themselves standing proudly on the stage, showcasing their talent like those peerless geniuses.
“This is just the beginning. Only a few of the top disciples have made a move so far. The three prodigies of Snow Moon Peak, the junior disciple from the main peak, and especially the most anticipated Flying Immortal Physique—none of them have taken action yet!”
In a teahouse, a storyteller held his wooden block as he vividly described the clash between the two sects. From his tone and posture, it was as if he had witnessed it firsthand, watching the pride of the heavens contend against each other.
“This storyteller’s performance is pretty good. He even came up with phrases like heaven and earth collapsing, the sun and moon losing their light. Anyone who didn’t know better would think the elders of the sects were fighting on stage,” Yun Xi said as she offered Ling Yun a piece of pastry.
Just as Ling Yun opened his mouth to bite, a mischievous glint flashed in Yun Xi’s eyes. She quickly pulled it back and popped it into her own mouth.
Seeing her playful behavior, Ling Yun could only smile helplessly, then poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of her, just in case she choked from eating too quickly.
“Something bad’s happened! Big news!” Suddenly, someone burst into the teahouse in a panic.
The storyteller’s performance was interrupted, his hand frozen midair. The audience looked toward the door in annoyance, curious to see who dared ruin the atmosphere.
“Isn’t that Hu Zi? I heard he became an outer disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect two years ago. Why’s he so flustered now?”
The onlookers were surprised. Although Hu Zi was young, he was known for being steady and reliable. Seeing him in such panic was out of character.
“The Flying Immortal Physique from the Flying Immortal Sect… has made his move!”
With Hu Zi’s explanation, the crowd finally understood what had happened atop the Heavenly Dao Sect’s main peak.
After three days of duels, Qu Feixian finally stepped onto the stage. Before he acted, no one knew how powerful the Flying Immortal Physique truly was. But with a single move, he shocked the entire audience. The senior disciple of Pill Peak, already at the late stage of the Origin Spirit Realm, couldn’t even last a single exchange and was directly knocked off the platform.
After defeating the Pill Peak senior disciple, Qu Feixian continued fighting. Alone, he challenged numerous chief disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect’s various Spiritual Peaks. All were in the Origin Spirit Realm like him, yet none could last ten rounds against him, who was only at the early stage. The Sword Peak chief disciple barely managed to hold out for nine rounds before being forced to admit defeat.
After crushing all the Spiritual Peak chief disciples, Qu Feixian began calling out the sect’s most renowned prodigies one by one.
Faced with his challenges, the elders of the Heavenly Dao Sect naturally did not back down. After all, their proud disciples weren’t just for show. The Flying Immortal Physique was indeed strong, but still only at the early Origin Spirit Realm. How strong could he possibly be?
Unfortunately, Qu Feixian was no longer the same person as before. Once he activated the Flying Immortal Physique, he swept through his opponents like a storm. Even the three highly regarded prodigies of Snow Moon Peak couldn’t last long in his hands. And the most anticipated junior disciple of the main peak—Child of Destiny Lin Chuan—fought Qu Feixian for over a hundred rounds before ultimately losing.
After Lin Chuan’s defeat, no other disciple from the Heavenly Dao Sect dared step onto the stage.
Seeing the fear in their eyes, Qu Feixian shook his head in disappointment and finally left the arena with one dismissive phrase: “Nothing more than this.” Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping dot com.
The Sect Master of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Lin Tianyou, looked extremely displeased. Before this exchange event, he had invited many guests in hopes of showcasing the strength of his sect’s younger generation and using the opportunity to promote his illegitimate son, paving the way for him to inherit the position of sect master in the future.
He had long investigated Qu Feixian’s strength and personality and had arranged multiple backup plans for Lin Chuan. But as fate would have it, none of it worked. Looking at the current Qu Feixian, even he wondered whether the young man had been swapped for someone else.
Not only was Qu Feixian’s strength far beyond expectations, but even his temperament had completely changed. As a result, the traps that Lin Chuan had set based on Qu Feixian’s old flaws ended up backfiring, becoming the key reason for his loss.
This, in fact, explained why in one of Ling Yun’s past reincarnations, even though he defeated Qu Feixian, his life afterward in the Heavenly Dao Sect grew increasingly difficult. After all, the Sect Master had built a grand stage for his son, only for Ling Yun to walk up and tear it down, completely overshadowing Lin Chuan. It would’ve been strange if Lin Tianyou hadn’t secretly retaliated against him.
After Qu Feixian left the stage, the elders of the Flying Immortal Sect quickly stepped forward to apologize, claiming that Qu Feixian was overly arrogant and would be strictly disciplined upon return. But judging from the smiles they tried (and failed) to suppress, it was clear to any discerning eye that it was all just formalities.
At that moment, Qu Feixian had already returned to his room in secret, fully activating the isolation formation inside, then began rolling gleefully on his bed.
“I finally got to say it. I’m so, so happy…”
If there was one thing Qu Feixian remembered most vividly from those fragmented dreams, it was that mysterious figure who had beaten him to the ground, then casually wiped the blood from his lips and said coldly—”Nothing more than this.”
This time, he hadn’t been beaten. Instead, he stood on the stage and spoke those same words before countless onlookers. Only now did he realize how satisfying it felt to say them himself.
“It’s just a pity… I still haven’t met the one who beat me in that dream. Who is he really? The senior disciple of Snow Moon Peak? That’s unlikely… I heard even before his foundation was damaged, he was only at the peak of the Gang Qi Realm.”
If Qu Feixian had any regrets, it was that he hadn’t yet encountered the person who had repeatedly crushed him in his dreams. He wanted to know—if they fought now, who would truly have the upper hand?