"Get out! Who allowed you to co in you pervert!" she exclaid.
BaiShe displayed an expression of confusion.
"Uh... What is going on?"
Zhi i jumped to her feet, her ample chest heaving furiously under her light nightgown. She approached him, pointing her finger at him, her Overlord-level Qi crackling erratically around her slender fingers.
"Do not play innocent with , Xuan BaiShe! I heard everything! Absolutely everything!" she shouted, anger almost preventing her from breathing. "Do you think the walls of this pavilion are thick enough to muffle your... your debauchery with that girl? So people would like to ditate in peace!"
"My dear i, are you talking about Hue Qing?" he replied with a lancholic sigh.
"She is a tornted young woman. She ca to ask for advice on her stagnant cultivation. If our discussions may have seed... animated, it is only because her Qi flow is particularly chaotic."
"Your advice? You advised her with your body, you demon!" she retorted.
"You are supposed to be the model of wisdom of the Xuan family, and yet you behave like the worst debauchee."
BaiShe approached her and placed his hands on Zhi i’s shoulders, ignoring her attempt to pull back.
"We do not have ti for these quarrels. The sect’s annual competition starts this morning. If the Dao Executor is present in this kingdom, it is there that he will manifest. Do you really want to miss the chosen one of your Temple for a simple question of noisy neighbors?"
"You are right... duty cos first," she finally said, although her gaze remained full of reproach.
"But do not think I will forget your behavior."
...
Finally on the scene many people were present. The most influential of the Purple Mist Kingdom.
And as rumors spread quickly, everyone knew that BaiShe was a person from the Upper Realm.
"Young Master Xuan, we are honored by your presence," the Elder began obsequiously. "The disciples have redoubled their ardor in training as soon as they knew you would be our judge. Would you have a few words to address to them before the hostilities begin?"
BaiShe rose slowly, his hands clasped behind his back in his usual posture.
"It is always a pleasure to see talented young people," he declared, his voice amplified by his Qi to resonate throughout the arena. "The winner of this tournant will see his wish granted by my own hand, whether in resources, techniques or influence."
...
The massive arena was filled with disciples and the most influential guests of the Purple Mist Kingdom. BaiShe was seated on the honor platform. Zhi i was also present, although her face remained icy and she refused to et BaiShe’s gaze.
After so many uneventful fights, where disciples at the Qi Condensation stage clashed with rudintary techniques, i had had enough. For an expert of her rank, this spectacle was unbearable.
"I am leaving," she said simply to BaiShe before walking away.
No one seed to stand out, until Guo Jian entered the stage.
Winning his last elimination duel, officially qualifying for the tournant final. While his opponent was being evacuated from the arena, Jian did not take ti to celebrate. He turned toward the honor platform and stared intensely at BaiShe.
The head of the Crimson Sect then turned toward BaiShe with an expression full of expectation.
"Young Master Xuan, what do you think of my disciples?" he asked.
BaiShe almost let slip the truth that they stank like shit compared to the geniuses of the Upper Realms.
"In the upper kingdom, they are certainly more powerful, but your disciples are not without potential,"
The Patriarch sighed.
"I thought so too, Young Master Xuan... Especially this Huojin."
"Huojin?"
"Before, he was just an ordinary mortal. But in just a few months, he has reached the dium stage of Nascent Soul. It is the first ti I have seen this level of talent."
"Oh, this disciple is certainly talented," comnted BaiShe.
"Indeed, he is the one who will fight our Hue Qing."
BaiShe imdiately shifted his attention to the one nad Huojin, who was standing near the fighters’ tunnel. The man exuded an aura of purity. His immaculate white hair shining under the sun.
BaiShe adjusted his monocle and discreetly activated his Third Eye Art.
[Na: Huojin
Age: 20 years (Physical) / Several millennia (Accumulated mories of the previous Executors).
Cultivation: Nascent Soul (dium)
Law: The Authority of the Dao (This law allows him to impose the will of the Dao on his environnt. He can force his opponents to bow physically or block their access to the surrounding Qi, considering himself the only legitimate judge of the world).
Physique or lineage: Body of the Chosen One (Immortal Rank): As the Dao Executor, his body is the receptacle of the heavenly will. He possesses divine regeneration and natural resistance to all forms of demonic Qi or Khao. He has inherited the experience, techniques and mories of all previous Dao Executors, making him a prodigy capable of mastering any Art in an instant.
Luck: Chosen of the Dao (100 000 points)
Title: The Dao Executor, The Heavenly Judge.]
A predatory smile slowly stretched across BaiShe’s lips.
"I have found you... The Dao Executor..."
...
Huojin advanced first. He walked with his hands behind his back, as if he were strolling in a private garden rather than preparing to face an expert at the Nascent Soul stage.
"You should give up now, Hue Qing," Huojin said in a cold tone that resonated throughout the stadium. "Destiny has already decided the winner. Do not force to dirty the ground."
Hue Qing gripped the hilt of her weapon, her black eyes darkening with sudden determination.
"I will not back down, Huojin. Even if you are a genius, I must prove my worth," she replied in a soft but firm voice.
The signal for the fight was given. Imdiately, Huojin raised a hand.
< Arts: Heavenly Blaze >
A column of scarlet flas burst from the ground, rushing toward Hue Qing.
The young woman reacted with surprising fluidity. She spun her sword, creating a whirlwind of Qi that deflected the fire to the sides.
< Arts: Fluctuating Abyss Sword >
Hue Qing lunged through the residual flas, her silhouette becoming blurred. Her movents were unpredictable, guided by a predatory instinct.
She delivered a series of rapid thrusts, but Huojin, without even moving his feet, abruptly changed the nature of his Qi.
< Arts: Eternal Ice Prison >
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