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As the thick fog parted before him, Tan Siyuan excitedly ran to Gu Ping's door and knocked. "Chief Senior Brother, we need to be at the mountain tomorrow."
It's happening, it's happening.
Listening intently as he stared at the door, Tan Siyuan wondered if Gu Ping would dress more elaborately for the important occasion tomorrow. He felt a hint of anticipation.
Bu Luo looked on with some concern, as Gu Ping had not changed his attire at all. Since arriving at the base, he had been wearing the same long robe from the academy, showing no signs of switching it up. Although cultivators could use cleansing techniques to clean their clothes, who would wear the same outfit without ever changing?
Tan Siyuan thought for a moment and recalled that Liu Lao Jiu had also been wearing the same shabby outfit since arriving at the base. The two seemed quite familiar with each other; perhaps Liu Lao Jiu had influenced Gu Ping's choices.
"Is Senior Brother really going to wear that tomorrow?" Tan Siyuan emphasized, hoping Gu Ping would take it seriously. However, Gu Ping’s nonchalant attitude made him feel a bit exasperated.
Ah, it seemed that Bu Luo might have a decent outfit somewhere. Gu Ping pondered for a moment and then nodded solemnly, repeating that he indeed had one decent piece of clothing; everything else was made of fur.
Fur?
Tan Siyuan felt puzzled but didn't want to dwell on it any longer. There was no time to prepare a suitable outfit for Gu Ping now; they were about to board the academy's flying ship to head to the mountain.
She could never have imagined how Gu Ping survived in the Flowing Cloud Realm. Sometimes in survival situations, beasts often held an advantage over humans because in the dark jungles, the food chain's survival rules were far more useful than any sense of morality or ethics.
Among those Yuezi in the Flowing Cloud Realm, Gu Ping had completely regarded those spirit beasts as his teachers. Everything he learned, including combat techniques, came from observing those beasts. The insights gained from real battles were far more practical than any flashy techniques found in books.
Standing at the front of the spaceship, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang, once again counted the number of Yi Dong people: Wen Tian, Qin Jun, Xiazhi, Tan Siyuan, Gu Nian, Yuda Zhi, Hu Yang, Wang Yu, Gao Gong, and Chu Hantian.
In total, there were eleven people under Tenglan's command. However, all the disciples stationed there were focused on those eleven individuals. It wasn't that they thought eleven was a small number; it was just that among them stood a Jin Qi cultivator and a Source Rock Over-Age Human Cultivator Divine Period Cultivator. No one doubted that these eleven were the strongest participants from Mok Ming Academy in the Eastern Peak Demonstration. With Tenglan's Divine Period cultivator and Gu Ping, who could defeat Divine Cultivators, their strength was undeniable.
Among those eleven, Xiazhi had always kept a low profile and Wen Tian rarely made an appearance. Yet everyone believed that this time at the Eastern Peak Demonstration, the academy would surely emerge as the biggest winner.
"Am I not going with them?" Gu Ping asked Liu Lao Jiu.
"No," Liu Lao Jiu replied. "The base cannot be left unattended. We need someone to guard it. If anything comes up, just send a message through the Jade Token."
Liu Lao Jiu was tasked by the Sect to guard the base. Although he was not at the level of Golden Cultivation, guarding a small Chen Kingdom was sufficient. Anyone with sense wouldn't provoke the massive Mok Ming Academy for no reason.
"Everyone, it's time to depart."
With Tenglan's command, those attending the Demonstration boarded the spaceship. Gu Ping leaned against the side of the ship and waved goodbye to Liu Lao Jiu.
Three years ago, their parting had no sentimental words; it was merely a brief escape. Three years later, they said goodbye again—another hurried meeting and hasty farewell. Gu Ping didn't know when he would return or if he would fight alongside the somewhat disheveled Stubbled Uncle again.
"Chief," he asked playfully, "have you heard about my good finds at the Star Picking Auction? Why not share some with my fellow brothers? Wouldn't that seem too stingy?"
Wen Tian grinned as he patted Gu Ping's shoulder. At that moment, they could no longer see the base of Fairy Market. Gu Ping swiftly drew his sword and pointed it at Wen Tian's neck, startling him into a cold sweat.
In response to that sword draw, Wen Tian could only describe it with one word: fast. He had never seen such a quick sword before; even Tenglan couldn't give him any time to react as Yi Dongzi subdued him effortlessly.
But that sword strike, he hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Gu Ping’s movements before being subdued. How could this be? Wen Tian truly found it hard to believe.
"How was that sword strike? Do you want to learn it?" Gu Ping turned around and asked. Seeing Wen Tian's dazed expression, nodding like a chick pecking at grains, even Xiazhi couldn’t help but laugh.
"Wen Tian, Shi Xin is really amusing, and Bu Luo is quite the sword enthusiast too."
For Wen Tian, the sword in his hand represented everything—his ideals, his cultivation, even his entire life. He had long entrusted all of that to the sword he wielded, and it would never change.
Hearing Xiazhi's words, Wen Tian shook his head. He was still deeply immersed in Gu Ping’s earlier sword strike, unable to extricate himself. That strike had genuinely astonished him; for him, it was a different kind of beauty—a beauty that reached an extreme, making him feel the sword's other realm.
"What was that sword strike?"
The Flowing Light Sword—it was the name he had given it, like a streak of light flashing through the World of Mortals.
"Show us your sword technique again, junior brother."
Wen Tian put away his smile and began to take things seriously. For him, anything related to the sword was sacred and deserved earnest attention.
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