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"Recently, a prodigy has emerged from the Dharma Gate, using Qi Training to refine Golden Elixirs and collect Nascent Souls. I wonder if you are the talented individual everyone is talking about?"
The speaker was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a crown of jade, with sword-like brows and fierce eyes. His figure was tall and well-proportioned, adorned in a robe of purple and gold that exuded an aura of spiritual energy, far surpassing that of ordinary robes.
Even Zuo Dao couldn't help but admire him: a fine lineage, indeed. However, upon seeing the arrogant expression on the young man's face, he sighed inwardly; he was just a bit lacking.
At that moment, Nan Xinyuan stood proudly close to Zuo Dao. As the third heir of the Southern New Family, pride was essential for him, which was a common trait among Hidden Sect members and aristocratic families.
Suddenly, someone appeared above them, and he felt a surge of discontent. In their minds, only they were the true masters of Moling Star; they believed it was their place to stir up the winds and clouds, not some obscure figure.
Looking at the Lean Youth before him, dressed in low-grade robes, Nan Xinyuan's expression shifted to one of superiority as he brushed off nonexistent dust from his attire.
"This junior brother," he began, but was interrupted by a voice in front of him.
"Senior Brother, do you know this person?"
"I don't know."
"Not familiar."
"Who is this?"
...
"Young man, do we know each other?" Zuo Dao asked without looking up.
"You..." Nan Xinyuan felt an inexplicable flame rising from his heart. Yet, the upbringing of an aristocrat allowed him to maintain control over his emotions.
"Young Master Zuo, I am Nan Xinyuan from the Southern New Family. I have recently heard of your numerous remarkable achievements and feel deeply honored to meet someone of your caliber. I humbly seek your guidance, if you would be so kind."
This was flattery, a way to elevate Zuo Dao to a significant height only to bring him back down to earth. At this moment, Nan Xinyuan's demeanor was exceedingly modest, entirely adopting the posture of a junior seeking advice from a senior.
Zuo Dao noticed the hint of pride in his eyes.
"Young Master Nan, you come from a prominent family; what kind of monsters haven't you encountered? I merely had some good fortune. What the world believes is not always true, and I dare not offer guidance."
You may be modest, but I'm even more so. When it comes to cunning, Zuo Dao had never feared anyone.
"That’s not quite right, Young Master Zuo. According to your reasoning, if everyone is deceiving each other, do you believe that no one can be trusted?"
"Young Master Nan, if you insist on this line of questioning, then there’s nothing I can do. I've long heard that the Hidden Aristocratic Family is profound and wise in handling matters. Now that I've met you in person, it seems to be true. However, it’s not that everyone is untrustworthy; rather, it’s that the world itself is untrustworthy."
One asked sharply while the other answered smoothly, causing some antiques present to feel a twinge of apprehension about the younger generation.
"Though I am a young master, I am not considered a top figure within my family. My elders often remind me to reflect on myself three times. Now that I have encountered someone like you, if I don’t seek your counsel, I fear I will be lectured upon my return to the Clan."
"You are a remarkable young talent of this era; surely you wouldn’t let me return home empty-handed?"
"Since Young Master Nan insists so much, I cannot refuse any longer. How about this: today is a grand occasion for our family; we shouldn’t overshadow the main event. Let our followers have a friendly competition instead."
As soon as these words were spoken, the guests in attendance were caught off guard—some choked on their drinks, others froze with chopsticks suspended in mid-air, and those with food in their mouths found themselves unable to swallow. A few beautiful ladies even covered their mouths and stifled laughter.
Nan Xinyuan's face turned crimson as he stood there, unsure whether to agree or decline.
In truth, everyone understood that seeking guidance was just an excuse; saving face was the real intention. They simply hadn’t expected Zuo Dao to be so audacious. The Followers at Moling Star were a powerful force—not just as followers but as an entity unto themselves.
"Follower" is a term that can be understood as a form of devotion. Many outstanding disciples from various sects have such followers under their command. Their presence highlights the disciples' strength, connections, and character, serving as a testament to their abilities. After all, if you lack a certain foundation, who would choose to follow you?
Zuo Dao's words are not wrong; the mistake lies in questioning who his followers are. And who are Nan Xinyuan's followers?
Once this was said, there was no need for further comparison. On the high platform, Yao Ming and Fire Rush were both eager to take action, which made Nan Xinyuan sweat profusely.
"Perhaps we should let them take the lead; after all, they are the main characters today. It feels inappropriate to have them step back. Young Master, why don't we give it a try?"
When Zuo Dao spoke these words, they sounded like heavenly music to Nan Xinyuan's ears—exquisite and delightful. He nodded vigorously, feeling quite pleased.
The few Golden Core True Persons who had accompanied Nan Xinyuan felt a sense of relief and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
"Truly, there are no false talents beneath a great reputation!"
With just a few words, Zuo Dao shattered the atmosphere and momentum that Nan Xinyuan had painstakingly built while also putting the young master in his debt. Truly deserving of the title "Prodigy."
As for the ensuing ruckus, the Yuan Ying Zhen Ren watched like spectators at a show. However, Zuo Dao's performance astonished everyone. They instinctively glanced at their own disciples, observing the mix of indignation, retreat, admiration, and other emotions reflected in their eyes. They couldn't help but marvel at how the Immortal Sect had produced such an extraordinary talent while simultaneously feeling an increased desire to suppress or befriend him.
What appeared to be guidance was actually a sparring session. Jiang Chuan waved his hand, and a hundred-foot stone platform emerged amidst the banquet, elevating everyone’s seats into a viewing stand for the contest.
"A simple match will suffice; do not let it harm our camaraderie." With that, Jiang Chuan made no further comments.
Both sides exchanged no more words and leaped onto the stone platform.
This leap revealed the disparity between them; those below Foundation Establishment must rely on their skills to soar into the sky, while those above could fly using their own magical powers.
Nan Xinyuan made no visible movements and simply ascended to the stone platform, while Zuo Dao had to step on his flying sword to reach the high stage.
The onlookers shook their heads, speculating about the true strength of Zuo Dao.
Nan Xinyuan, a member of the Three Heirs of the Aristocratic Families, was a formidable figure in his own right. At twenty-one years old, he had reached the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, securing his place within the family and making him a strong contender for the position of family head.
"Young Master Zuo, please."
With that, he channeled his entire magical energy. His demeanor shifted from that of a refined young gentleman to that of a warrior, radiating an aura of sharpness.
He first cast an Earth Shield around himself, then his hands glowed with intensity.
Sharp Gold Spike.
Rainbow Blade.
He unleashed them, aiming directly at Zuo Dao.
Under absolute power, everything else was rendered meaningless—a truth upheld by these established cultivation families. His strike was thunderous, devoid of any hint of underestimation; he was fully committed.
The sharp spikes and rainbow blades surged forth with the full force of his ninth-level Foundation Establishment powers.
The Sharp Gold Spike multiplied from one to ten, then from ten to a hundred, and from a hundred to thousands, instantly covering half the surface area of the stone platform. The Rainbow Blade lurked like a ghost among the golden spikes, poised to deliver a lethal blow at any moment.
As the crowd held their breath in anticipation, a sigh echoed from the stone platform.
"Fading Glory."
Zuo Dao made his move, delivering a punch.
“Fading Glory has turned to emptiness.”
As two attacks were about to land, Zuo Dao shattered them with a single punch.
The thrusts flowed away like water, and the blades melted away like snow.
At the same time, Nan Xinyuan, unable to follow up with the subsequent moves of his two attacks, found his efforts cut off like a stream that had been blocked.
“Strike of Intent!!!” Some knowledgeable spectators shouted out in unison, especially the hostile Zhenren and Ancient Ancestor present, whose eyes glinted with cold light at the sight of that punch.
Outside the arena, after Zuo Dao's strike, it felt as if a chilling wind had swept through; many Cultivators sensed a coldness rising from deep within their hearts.
Seeing this situation, Jiang Chuan let out a cold snort, and some Zhenren and Ancient Ancestor from the Immortal Sect released their own auras to suppress the crowd.
After his strike, Zuo Dao also felt the change outside the arena.
Following Fading Glory, he threw another punch into the empty space.
“After emptiness comes splendor.”
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