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The arena was alive with excitement, filled with the sounds of clashing weapons and the shouts of spectators. In one corner, Chen Si faced off against Ruo Nan. The two were engaged in a fierce exchange, their movements fluid and precise, drawing the attention of everyone around them. However, there was a noticeable absence of Move Against from Chen Si, leaving many in the audience puzzled about the situation.
Who was Chen Si? Many had never heard that name before; he seemed like an ordinary student from a humble academy. What gave him the courage to challenge Ruo Nan? The two appeared to be discussing something, but it was clear that Move Against was lacking. Did Ruo Nan have any reservations about him? It seemed unlikely; no one had ever mentioned such a figure in the Outer Court.
As the crowd's confusion grew, the two finally began to engage seriously.
Chen Si wielded the Guarding Heart Sword, a weapon provided to every student at Mok Ming Academy. The onlookers, particularly the Outer Court Disciples, nearly spat out their drinks in laughter. The mockery rained down like a chorus of clucking hens claiming to be phoenixes.
Yet, Chen Si remained unfazed. He understood that the jeers stemmed from his perceived weakness. If he possessed skills like those of his Junior Brother, perhaps he wouldn’t be in this position. He had never aspired to compete for a title like True Disciple. Instead, he wanted to show everyone that Ruo Nan did not deserve to stand in that position.
Perhaps even Gu Ping would not have anticipated that after just a few months, Chen Si had genuinely come to regard him as his own Junior Brother. In the world of cultivation, time could erode familial bonds and friendships, even deep affections. No one knew how long they could accompany each other on this path; only their sect could provide a lasting home.
This was the essence of inheritance. Some people lived and died alone without ever finding a place to belong, their lives passing by in haste. But for cultivators, a sect represented a home—a harbor where no matter where they went, there would always be a place they cared about and could return to for rest.
The Daoist Sect united those with shared ideals and goals, bringing together individuals who sought revenge or justice. Together, they worked hard, and the sect offered support to every believer in its Dao Tradition, fostering unity among them.
A cultivator’s parents and elders would soon grow old and fade away into the vastness of time, becoming mere memories lost in the Dust Realm. Yet, fellow disciples could accompany a cultivator far along their journey; within the realm of cultivation, there were always fellow practitioners.
What did it matter if he wielded the Guarding Heart Sword or practiced the most basic Nourishing Sword Technique? For over thirty years, he had harbored grand ambitions. Today, he sought to be that challenger—to make everyone aware that it was his Junior Brother who deserved to stand there; no one else could take that place.
Ruo Nan felt a surge of anger. For three years she had been held in high regard; she never imagined that one day she would find herself being compared to a newcomer from the Outer Court. She had been the leader for three years and was recognized as the true number one among her peers. Why should this young newcomer, who had only been here for a few months, be able to compare himself to her? At that moment, she wanted to ask Chen Si: by what right?
The two moved with relentless determination. Without any weapons at her disposal, how could Chen Si, who was at the late stage of foundation building, possibly match her? Yet she refrained from making him feel embarrassed; instead, she fought him as if she were a senior sister guiding him through their sparring session, occasionally offering pointers on his techniques. She wanted everyone to know that she, Ruo Nan, deserved her place at the top.
I truly pity myself. Chen Si has fallen once again, defeated by Ruo Nan, and even his sword was knocked aside. He knew that ultimately, it wasn't Nuo Ran's fault; the gap between them was simply too vast.
Mo Qiu continued to babble nonsense, and sensing that Ruo Nan had not truly lost her temper yet, he hurriedly made his way to the east. Even a clay statue has its temper. Ruo Nan, having been humiliated like that, felt a surge of anger rising within her, despite her efforts to suppress it. She wanted the disciples of the Outer Court nearby to know that she was indeed a qualified senior sister.
If only Junior Brother were here, she thought, I might not even be able to withstand one of his moves. If Junior Brother were here, he certainly wouldn't hold back his anger. If Junior Brother were here, that group of ruffians wouldn’t dare to make such a racket. Laughing to himself, Chen Si picked up his sword and walked towards Taitung.
Seeing Chen Si's retreating figure, Ruo Nan realized that today's tournament would likely not be easy. Just before the match, she hadn’t even known that the newly arrived Junior Brother had already formed such deep friendships in the Outer Court. Was he really that well-liked?
Indeed, just as Chen Si stepped onto the stage, someone approached. Ruo Nan felt a sense of recognition; it must be that guy who was close to Chen Si. Their relationship seemed quite intimate—could it be because of this Junior Brother?
His name was Wang Junbao, and everyone liked to call him Baby. His master had given him a title, Dao Bao, hoping that he would possess many treasures in the future so he wouldn’t be bullied anymore. As for why he came to the stage? Like that previous guy, he felt he didn’t deserve to be in such a position.
Ruo Nan no longer wanted to argue with Wang Junbao; after all, public opinion would side with her. As for that Junior Brother? He could talk once he survived Yin Wind Gorge. Two months could feel too short for some people and too long for others. Time can indeed change many things; at least she had never thought otherwise.
With techniques like Guarding Heart Sword and Nourishing Sword Technique, Wang Junbao’s moves were far more aggressive than Chen Si’s. It was evident that Wang Junbao had a more solid foundation than Chen Si. Many flaws that had appeared in Chen Si's performance were absent in Wang Junbao's display. However, for Ruo Nan, who aspired to challenge the most outstanding disciples of the Outer Court, there was an undeniable difference between them.
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