《The Dynasty of Cultivating Immortality》


 Chapter 1

    C1 ¨C The Young Man of the Ni Family


    This year is a leap year.


    In the traditions of the Croburg Kingdom, when a leap year urs, all 16-year-old men and women ascend the sacrificial altar on their birthday to undergo a test of their aptitude for cultivation. This test determines whether they possess the requisite talent to be immortal cultivators.


    For many, particrly children from impoverished families, the once-every-four-years cultivation talent test represents a second chance bestowed by the heavens.


    While the great families may retain their talented members, ordinary individuals identified as having talent are conscripted by the local authorities for selection and employment by the Imperial Court.


    Over the past few decades, the most renowned individual chosen was the current Prime Minister of the Croburg Kingdom ¡ª Xue Gui. Xue Gui came from a destitute family but managed to self-cultivate to the second level. At the age of 16, he was discovered to have a top-grade, level six cultivation talent. The emperor took notice of him, and from that point on, he rose to be the Prime Minister.


    This is the renowned ¡°Leap Test¡± of the Croburg Kingdom.


    The Leap Test solely assesses an individual¡¯s talent. If someone is found to possess a grade talent during the Leap Test, they might be selected by the emperor or an official to be their disciple. Such individuals are ced in the Imperial Pce for study and can be officials after three years.


    The number of people with cultivation talent is limited, especially those with high-grade talent. Including the great families, on average, less than a thousand people have been selected each year over the past decade.


    Out of these thousand, only about a hundred are ultimately chosen.


    Those who do not pass the test but still possess cultivation talent are arranged to study at the local government offices. Sometimes, they are dispatched to the frontier to lead soldiers on missions.


    Today is June 24th.


    For the Ni family of the Croburg Kingdom, this is a day of celebration. This year, three family members are eligible for the test.


    If even one of them demonstrates sufficient talent and is selected by the Imperial Court, the Ni family could see a return to prominence in theing years.


    Otherwise, they must wait for the next leap year.


    Currently, the Ni family is gathered in their grand hall.


    The current patriarch of the Ni family, Ni Xianjian, was a man in his forties with a hint of grey at his temples. Seated at the head of the table, he exuded a powerful andmanding presence. Ni Shanshan approached with the criminal records of three children for the year, her long eyshes casting a shadow as she seemed to hesitate, clearly troubled by something on her mind.


    Ni Xianjian gave her a brief nce before setting the documents aside with a casual flick of his wrist.


    ¡°Have they all arrived?¡±


    ¡°Ni Shang, Ni Yirong, and Ni Yong are all waiting in the ancestral hall.¡±


    ¡°Good¡­¡±


    ¡°Big brother, there is one more¡­¡±


    ¡°Who?¡±


    ¡°Ni Huibo has also turned sixteen this year. His birthday falls on June 24th.¡±


    ¡°Ni Huibo?¡± Ni Xianjian tapped his fingers lightly on the table, murmuring to himself for a while before finally letting out a sigh, ¡°He doesn¡¯t need toe for now.¡±


    ¡°Big brother, even though he bears no guilt, our generation¡¯s feuds should not extend to the younger ones.¡±


    Ni Xianjian seemed to ignore her plea.


    Undeterred, Ni Shanshan persisted, ¡°Big brother, what if the child possesses a once-in-a-thousand-years talent? Like his parents¡­¡±


    ¡°If that¡¯s the case, it would simply mean the Ni family is not fortunate enough to benefit,¡± Ni Xianjian replied, his tone even but his stance resolute.


    ¡°Big brother¡­¡± Ni Shanshan attempted to continue, but ultimately, she let out a sigh and remained silent. She gave a slight bow and turned to leave, her gaze hardening with determination.


    ?After exiting the hall, she made her way to a courtyard etched in her memory.


    ?The courtyardy at the very back of the expansive Ni family estate, a testament to their ancestors¡¯ once-glorious legacy. Neglected over the years, the estate had fallen into disrepair.


    This was especially true for the back courtyard. The surrounding walls were iplete, and several roof tiles had slipped from their ces. The only sign that someone lived there was the well-tended, thriving nts.


    ?A young man in simple attire was diligently sweeping the eaves and rooms within the courtyard. His every action was meticulous, his expression one of intense focus. He cleaned with the precision of someone treating each speck of dust not as grime but as an imperfection on a masterpiece. He moved from the inner rooms to the outer ones, and then to the courtyard. Only when he was certain that not a trace of dust remained did he allow himself a moment of satisfaction with the job well done.


    He looked up at the spot where the tiles had fallen, estimating that if he didn¡¯t repair it soon, the roof would only get worse. He fetched a woodendder from the side room and propped it against the wall. With a wooden bucket full of soft mud in hand, he carefully ascended. Once on the roof, he wedged a corner of the bucket into a groove between the tiles and stered it with mud to keep it from slipping. Only then did he feel secure enough to climb onto the roof.


    Mending the leaks with mud wasn¡¯t the hard part; the challenge was standing firmly on the steep roof without falling off.


    Luckily, Ni Huibo was well-practiced in these tasks. As he reached the top, he straightened up naturally. His eyes scanned the roof, assessing the areas in need of repair. Bending down, he lifted the bucket and made his way step by step toward the damaged sections¡­


    Ni Huibo had been orphaned at a young age. He had spent his entire life in this small courtyard, rarely venturing beyond its walls. The furthest he had ever been was a nearby shrine.


    For over a decade, he had grown ustomed to solitude, mastering the arts of cooking,undry, pest control, and patching leaks¡ªthere wasn¡¯t a chore he hadn¡¯t tackled. He had even learned a bit about treating illnesses through trial and error.


    Continuing across the roof, Ni Huibo stopped at a particrly bad leak. His gaze inadvertently drifted to the newest addition to the Ni familypound¡ªthe ancestral hall where his ancestors were honored.


    From his vantage point, he could see a crowd gathering there, signaling some significant event. But no matter the asion, it was of no concern to him. After a brief nce, he bent down to his task, scooping and spreading mud with practiced ease to seal the gaps in the tiles.


    About half an hourter, the roof was finally watertight. The mud had been just enough. Ni Huibo wiped the sweat from his brow, walked back to the edge of the roof, and carefully descended thedder.


    At that moment, the silence of the courtyard was broken by a series of knocks at the door..

 Chapter 2

    C2 ¨C I Just Want to Live Well


    Was it his uncle at the door?


    No, the knock was neither forceful nor gentle, neither hurried nor leisurely. This wasn¡¯t like his uncle¡¯s approach at all.


    Ni Huibo remembered his uncle as a stern, upromising, and somewhat brutish man. His uncle would typically barge in without knocking. He was always exceedingly strict with Ni Huibo. Aside from living in a slightlyrger space, the provisions he received from his uncle were inferior to those of a servant. Of course, Ni Huibo had never experienced the privileges due to a member of the Ni family bloodline. Over the years, he had grown ustomed to this and harbored no resentment.


    Yet, there were things that puzzled him. Why was he the only one in the Ni family confined to his courtyard, forbidden from stepping out on his own? Where were his parents? He had heard they died, but how? Where did they die? And why couldn¡¯t he visit their graves?


    He never received answers to these questions; no one in the Ni family would discuss such matters with him. As a result, Ni Huibo became reticent, preferring to immerse himself in his own world of books or daydreams.


    His room was filled with many old books, gifts from his auntst year. His aunt, Ni Ruiyuan, would arrive punctually every year. Each visit, she brought a stack of books and instructed him on which one to start with. Upon her departure, she would collect the old books from the previous year.


    This ritual had continued for nearly a decade. Yet, it wasn¡¯t time for the annual exchange of books. He had only carefully read through the books twice in thest six months and still couldn¡¯t recall many details. He needed to read them a few more times. So, what brought his aunt here now?


    He dried his hands and opened the door to find Ni Ruiyuan indeed standing there.


    He greeted her respectfully.


    ¡°Let¡¯s talk inside.¡±


    Ni Ruiyuan quickly entered and beckoned Ni Huibo toe to her. She looked at him intently and asked, ¡°Do you want to leave?¡±


    ¡°Leave?¡±


    Ni Huibo was momentarily taken aback. Where would he go if he left? Was he to leave the house or the Ni family altogether? Was it to be a temporary departure or a permanent one, never to see them again?


    ¡°You must never return to the Ni family once you leave.¡±


    Ni Ruiyuan spoke with a gravity that Ni Huibo had never sensed from her before. He pondered the reason.


    ¡°You want to know how your parents died, don¡¯t you? And you¡¯re curious why the entire Ni family treats you the way they do, correct?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡± Ni Huibo reflected seriously, as if he hade to an understanding. He then added, ¡°But it¡¯s okay if I don¡¯t know. I have no desire for revenge. The books say that if a person seeks vengeance, waiting ten years is not toote. But they also say, if people continue to retaliate against each other, when will it ever end?¡±


    Ni Ruiyuan was taken aback.


    Was this the mindset expected of a sixteen-year-old? Or was it that hecked any concept or feeling for his parents? Was it that he harbored no thoughts of revenge, or was he deliberately speaking such words?


    In a sh, Ni Ruiyuan considered many possibilities. It was only when she gazed into the youth¡¯s bright, profound, and earnest eyes that she realized how mistaken she was.


    He was merely an innocent young man, a nk te. Unexposed to the world, he was unaware of the depths of human cruelty. Could it be that he was incapable of harboring such sinister thoughts? His words must surely reflect his true feelings.


    ¡°Do you then wish to step out of this yard, to leave the Ni family behind?¡± Ni Ruiyuan repeated her earlier question, this time with utmost care, fearing that a loud voice might startle him.


    ¡°I do not.¡±


    Ni Huibo¡¯s response surprised Ni Ruiyuan once again.


    ¡°Why not?¡±


    ¡°Because I want to live.¡± He paused, perhaps content with his present circumstances. A smile slowly formed on his face as he said, ¡°I want to live just as I am now.¡±


    Croburg was a tiny nation on this vast continent. Croburg was the ant among the Central ins¡¯ elephants. With so many cultivators already here, one could only wonder how many there were in therger Central ins.


    This was beyond the imagination of ordinary people and even cultivators like Ni Ruiyuan in such a small country. Could an unarmed mortal, venturing into a world he had never encountered in sixteen years, survive safely?


    He likely couldn¡¯t.


    Ni Ruiyuan was acutely aware of the harshness of the cultivation world, and she understood all too well how cultivators viewed ordinary people as beneath them. At times, thew only targeted the weak. For instance, in any dispute between cultivators andmon folk, the authorities would invariably favor the cultivators. Even if a cultivator killed an ordinary person, under thews of Croburg, it was hardly considered a crime.


    Her anxiety had clouded her judgment, and she hadn¡¯t considered these facts.


    ¡°What is it that you want?¡± Ni Ruiyuan inquired once more.


    ¡°I want to cultivate!¡± Ni Huibo dered, his usually cid eyes now sparkling with intensity. He recalled the flying cultivators from the stories he¡¯d read, and his gaze intensified with fervor. ¡°Aunt, can you teach me how to cultivate?¡±


    ¡°No!¡± Ni Ruiyuan replied resolutely, shaking her head.


    Ni Huibo was puzzled but didn¡¯t question her. Given Ni Ruiyuan¡¯s affection for him, she would have instructed him already if it were possible.


    She must have her reasons for refusing; otherwise, she wouldn¡¯t have acted this way.


    Noticing Ni Huibo¡¯s slight disappointment, Ni Ruiyuan remained silent. Before departing, she handed him a hefty bag of money.


    Holding the bag, the passionate look in Ni Huibo¡¯s eyes began to wane, his expression turning stoic. His grip tightened, warping the coins inside the bag. Eventually, he tossed the bag aside, near the base of a wall.


    Momentster, he stiffened, breaking into a cold sweat as the realization of what had just urred dawned on him.


    ¡°I¡¯ve lost control again,¡± he murmured, furrowing his brow and ncing at his hands.


    ?Feeling a pang of guilt as he gazed at the ttened money bag, he went over, picked it up, and tucked it into his pocket.


    Atst, he rushed inside and firmly shut the door behind him.

 Chapter 3

    C3 ¨C As a Chef


    Leaving the courtyard, Ni Ruiyuan arrived at the ancestral hall.


    A young man and two girls knelt on the ground, following the resounding call of the Ni family¡¯s men, they meticulously kowtowed and prayed for blessings from their ancestors.


    nking the ancestral hall stood the Ni family¡¯s most influential members, led by Ni Xianjian. The group ranged from the elderly, some over seventy, to the youth, with the youngest being only twenty.


    This diversity in age was a reflection of their varying levels of cultivation. Ni Xianjian, the family¡¯s most powerful figure, had reached thete period of the second level at the Mystic Gate. He was on the cusp of advancing to the third level and earning the title of a minor sect master.


    ?The twenty-year-old was Ni Situo, a standout among the Ni family¡¯s younger generation and also Ni Xianjian¡¯s son. At eighteen, Ni Situo¡¯s talent was assessed as first stage medium grade, yet he was overlooked by the Imperial Court. Upon his return, he was assigned to the Immortal Cultivation Hall in Mightcairn as a deacon. He has since reached the early period of the second level, the stage of the Taoist Hall.


    Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Ni Situo could, in about a decade, take over as the Ni family¡¯s premier cultivator from his father, Ni Xianjian.


    ?As the incense stick finished burning, the men directed the three children to stand and offer their bows to Ni Xianjian and the other elders.


    ¡°Great blessing!¡±


    With a loud promation, the men passed a white porcin bottle containing ¡°Immortal Dew¡± to Ni Xianjian. A supple willow twig was inserted into the bottle, its tip gently drooping. Ni Xianjian, with practiced ease, dipped the twig into the ¡°Immortal Dew¡± and anointed each of the three individuals before him.


    The trio spoke in unison, ¡°Thank you, Mystic Gate!¡±


    Mystic Gate referred to Ni Xianjian¡¯s realm.


    This was indeed a blessing.


    From emperors tomoner leaders, it was customary to use this method to represent the deities and bestow divine grace upon those of a lower status and realm.


    With the ceremonyplete, the blessing came to an end. Next, Ni Xianjian himself would escort the three test participants to the Immortal Cultivation Sacrificial tform, hundreds of miles away from Mightcairn. The round trip was expected to take about a month.


    ¡°Situo,e here.¡± At the doorway, Ni Xianjian suddenly remembered something and gestured for Ni Situo, who was following behind him, to approach.


    ¡°Father.¡± Ni Situo bowed respectfully. d in white, his presence wasmanding, bearing a resemnce to Ni Xianjian.


    ¡°There¡¯s no need for you to apany us this time. Just look after the household. Remember¡­¡± Ni Xianjian leaned in, whispering a few words into Ni Situo¡¯s ear.


    Ni Situo¡¯s demeanor became stern, and he nodded, saying, ¡°Father, you can count on me.¡±


    ¡°Depart!¡±


    At the men¡¯s call, the Ni family embarked on their majestic journey.


    Ni Ruiyuan watched the procession depart, then turned to walk back but was stopped by Ni Situo.


    He bowed and inquired, ¡°Aunt, is he doing well?¡±


    Ni Ruiyuan nodded, ¡°He¡¯s unchanged.¡±


    Ni Situo smiled with relief. ¡°That¡¯s reassuring. Father instructed me to stay behind, and I believe you understand his reasons, so¡­¡±


    ¡°Do you fear I might release Huibo?¡± Ni Ruiyuan interjected.


    Ni Situo quickly rified, ¡°Aunt, that¡¯s not what I¡¯m suggesting¡­¡±


    Ni Ruiyuan reassured him, ¡°Worry not, I assure you he won¡¯t step outside the Ni household.¡± With those words, she turned and departed.


    Watching Ni Ruiyuan¡¯s retreating figure, Ni Situo was lost in contemtion.


    He pondered the implications of her words.


    His aunt had obviously spoken with Ni Huibo, but why was she so certain he wouldn¡¯t leave?


    A young man confined for sixteen years, presented with such an excellent chance, wouldn¡¯t he naturally consider exploring the outside world or taking steps towards gaining his freedom?


    Was he like a spirit animal that had been tamed? No matter how fierce his wild nature, after more than a decade, had he sumbed to despair?


    Or was this merely a tactic of his?


    Ni Situo was eager to inquire about the reasons from Ni Ruiyuan, yet he feared that such a direct approach would be impolite and unbing of the poise expected of the Ni family¡¯s future heir.


    He nced toward the small courtyard and ultimately resolved to see for himself.


    ¡­¡­


    In the courtyard, a young man sat cross-legged on a bed.


    His expression was serene, but his forehead, nose tip, cheeks, and neck were coated with a sheen of fine sweat. The droplets merged and streamed down, quickly drenching his clothes.


    The young man¡¯s body quivered slightly. The tremors were subtle, yet they betrayed the intense pain he was enduring.


    For about ten years, his body would periodically perform strange, uncontroble feats. His strength, for instance, would surge, allowing him to tten coins with ease. He could leap from the ground to the roof, only snapping out of it when the cool breeze hit him.


    These uncontroble episodes were brief, but their impact was profound. Each time, a searing heat would erupt within him, radiating from his core andsting roughly two hours before settling down.


    Now was such a moment, the heat coursing through him. He sat on the bed, attempting the cultivation techniques he¡¯d read about, trying to use sheer willpower to subdue the energy, but to little avail. He had yet to discover the path to true cultivation and remained a mere mortal. His prior plea to Ni Ruiyuan for guidance was driven by a desire to master control over his body at all times.


    Four hours flew by, and his sweat poured like rain. He rose, visibly exhausted. The frequency of these uncontroble episodes was increasing, and he dreaded what might eventually transpire if they persisted.


    For the first time, he experienced a sense of unease about his own body.


    However, this feeling of uneasiness quickly faded away. He returned to his usual self, changed into clean clothes, and began to heat some water, looking forward to a refreshing bath. Afterward, he harvested vegetables from his garden and cooked a hearty meal.


    The aroma of the food drifted outside and caught the attention of Ni Situo, who had just arrived.


    He lingered at the door, inhaling deeply. Drawn by the enticing scent, he leaned in for a closer sniff through the crack in the door. It was, without a doubt, delicious.


    He didn¡¯t n to enter. Instead, he peered inside and saw Ni Huibo bringing out dishes, arranging them meticulously on the stone table in the courtyard. The source of the tantalizing aroma was these very dishes.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s cooking skills were exceptional. It seemed that in this lifetime, he might well be destined to be a chef.


    Ni Huibo had missed the opportunity to participate in this year¡¯s talent test. His next chance wouldn¡¯te until his birthday in four years. But the question lingered: would an opportunity present itself then?


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 Chapter 4

    C4 ¨C Don¡¯t Embarrass the Ni Family


    If given the opportunity, his father would have started teaching him the art of cultivation many years ago. The talent test was merely a pathway to fame and recognition, a chance to be remembered by the elite, but it was never the only means to enhance one¡¯s abilities.


    Take the true noble families, for instance; they likely viewed the so-called talent test with indifference. Their participation was often out of respect for the Imperial Court rather than genuine interest.


    Now, Ni Huibo found himself without options.


    No one to teach him cultivation.


    No one to allow him to take the talent test and receive guidance from the Imperial Court.


    His only choice was to lead an ordinary life.


    Such is the nature of fate. Ni Situo had learned at a young age that his second uncle was a prodigy, the most gifted individual the Ni family had seen in a century, surpassing even his own father.


    But to what end?


    Now, the son of a genius was aimlessly lingering in the Ni family. Second Uncle, can you see this from heaven? And if so, what are your thoughts?


    Peering through the door crack at the young man enjoying his idyllic life in the courtyard, Ni Situo departed with ease. His smile grew wider as he walked, eventually breaking intoughter.


    ?Ni Huibo, who had been eating, nced toward the door, wondering if someone had overexerted themselves in their training to the point of madness. He shook his head and resumed his meal.?


    ¡­¡­


    Time flew by, and before he knew it, more than ten days had passed. Ni Ruiyuan had visited once, bringing people to help Ni Huibo fix up his house, ensuring he wouldn¡¯t have to endure the biting cold windse winter.


    Aside from that, his life remained as uneventful as ever, nd as a ss of in water.


    However, one afternoon, the Ni household buzzed with activity. Ni Huibo overheard the servants talking; a theft had urred at the City Hall in Mightcairn. A valuable treasure had been stolen, and the authorities had yet to apprehend the culprit. But they had discovered traces of the thief just outside the Ni family¡¯s courtyard walls.


    At this moment, the group at the Ni family¡¯s home were bailiffs dispatched by the authorities, many of whom were colleagues of Ni Situo.


    As a deacon of the Immortal Cultivation Hall in Mightcairn and a member of the Ni family, Ni Situo was deeply invested in the situation. To demonstrate the Ni family¡¯s innocence, he instructed them to open their doors wide and cooperate with the government¡¯s investigation.


    The gate to Ni Huibo¡¯s courtyard was forcibly pushed open by several servants who entered with little regard for decorum. They ryed Ni Situo¡¯s instructions for him to remain in the courtyard and not to venture elsewhere.


    For the past sixteen years, Ni Huibo had seldom left his small courtyard, rarely even having the chance to open the doors as he did now. Initially, his uncle forbade him from going out, butter, it was Ni Huibo himself who chose to stay secluded.


    A person so detached from the outside world rarely encountered strangers, let alone a crowd of them. Thus, when Ni Huibo saw a group of uniformed individuals approaching his courtyard, he instinctively stepped out to the threshold and watched them approach.


    ¡­¡­


    The City Hall staff conducted their work with swift decisiveness, thoroughly searching the entire Ni family estate without uncovering any sign of the thief.


    ¡°How could the Ni family be involved with a thief? Surely the culprit saw this expansivepound and snuck in to hide. Now that you¡¯vee to search, he¡¯s likely been frightened off,¡± Ni Situo suggested as he led the group.


    Walking alongside him was a young man of simr age, dressed in the same attire as Ni Situo.


    Upon hearing Ni Situo¡¯s remark, the young man chuckled and gestured towards the back row of courtyards in the Ni estate. ¡°There¡¯s no hurry, let¡¯s check over there first.¡±


    Ni Situo¡¯s face soured at the suggestion.


    This man was Ji Fanwei, the deacon responsible for investigating the theft. Within the Immortal Cultivation Hall, Ni Situo often found himself at odds with Ji Fanwei, and their rtionship had deteriorated. Recently, rumors had circted that Ji Fanwei had caught the eye of the deputy governor¡¯s daughter, which might lead to a promotion. As a result, Ji Fanwei had begun to disregard Ni Situo.


    A thief¡¯s tracks were spotted near the Ni family¡¯s property, and Ji Fanwei was sure to seize the chance to mp down on them.


    Ni Situo trailed behind him, heading straight for the open courtyard.


    A young man stood by the courtyard gate, one hand resting on the door as he peered out. His gaze settled on them from a distance, brimming with envy, longing, desire, and admiration among other emotions.


    Upon spotting Ni Situo, he averted his eyes, nodded slightly, and greeted him with a respectful bow, addressing him as ¡°Brother.¡±


    Why was he standing at the gate? Didn¡¯t he feel ashamed?


    Ni Situo remained silent, his expression souring instantly. It worsened when he caught Ji Fanwei eyeing the young man with a smirk. His face turned an even deeper shade of green.


    ¡°I never expected to encounter the Ni family¡¯s legendary second young master here. What a fortunate surprise,¡± Ji Fanwei said with a light chuckle, pausing deliberately and turning to Ni Situo. ¡°But Brother Ni, that¡¯s not very kind of you. He greeted you with such respect, and yet you didn¡¯t respond. Are you afraid that others will find out you have such a brother?¡±


    Ni Huibo¡¯s reputation had been known to many in Mightcairn for over a decade. Gradually, everyone came to know of the Ni family¡¯s second young master, whose intellect wascking. Ni Xianjian had confined him to the back of the house since childhood, and he hadn¡¯t set foot outside the Ni family¡¯s domain for many years.


    Rumors suggested the second young master was reticent by nature. Though he was the biological son of Ni Xianjian, he didn¡¯t quite measure up to Ni Situo¡¯s excellence.


    Many spected that this so-called second young master wasn¡¯t actually Ni Xianjian¡¯s biological child. It was widely believed he might be the progeny of a dazzling genius from Mightcairn from over a decade ago. This theory seemed to exin the stark differences in the paths of two simrly aged children.


    Yet such rumors remained unconfirmed, with the Ni family members tight-lipped on the matter. Over time, public curiosity waned.


    In response to Ji Fanwei¡¯s remarks, Ni Situo gave a cold smile. ¡°Whether or not I acknowledge him is none of your concern. You¡¯re merely here on City Hall¡¯s orders to conduct an investigation. Stick to your own business. The affairs of the Ni family are certainly not for outsiders to fret over!¡±


    Ji Fanwei was not upset. He simply smiled, nodded, and remained silent. As he walked past Ni Huibo, he gave a quick once-over to the young man in in clothes who was too timid to speak up. Shaking his head, he continued on his way inside.


    Lingering at the back, Ni Situo turned to Ni Huibo and remarked, ¡°The Ni family publicly acknowledges you as my own younger brother. Though I¡¯m not privy to their reasons, the Ni family has extended you considerable respect, and in turn, you should uphold the family¡¯s dignity. I expect not to witness a repeat of what just transpired.¡± With that, Ni Situo entered the building.


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 Chapter 5

    C5 ¨C This¡¯s My Written


    Ni Huibo stumbled and nearly fell. He steadied himself against the doorframe, his brow furrowed in confusion.


    What had just happened?


    Had he done something wrong?


    And what was Ni Situo implying? His father was the second brother of his eldest uncle, wasn¡¯t he? Why was the Ni family telling everyone that he was the second son of Ni Xianjian? It seemed he was the only one in the dark about this.


    Ni Huibo couldn¡¯t make sense of it all. He considered asking Ni Situo for rification but then remembered his recent words and decided against it. Instead, he turned and retreated to his room.


    He chose to avoid the issue.


    That way, he wouldn¡¯t invite any new problems.


    But after a short while, the people from the main hall followed him to his room.


    Ni Huibo looked up from where he was starting a fire; his hands and face smeared with soot, he resembled a chef.


    At the sight, someone couldn¡¯t suppress a chuckle.


    Ji Fanwei wore a smirk and even stepped forward to wipe the soot from Ni Huibo¡¯s cheek, much to Ni Situo¡¯s irritation.


    Suddenly serious, Ji Fanwei gestured for someone to bring a piece of calligraphy and ced it before Ni Huibo, asking, ¡°Did you write this?¡±


    Ni Huibo gave it a look and nodded.


    ¡°Are you certain?¡± Ji Fanwei held up the scroll, leaning in to scrutinize Ni Huibo. ¡°If I¡¯m not mistaken, the prime minister once penned a famous poem before his talent test, but the original has been lost for ages. You im you wrote this? Yet, why do I feel it might actually be the prime minister¡¯s authentic work?¡±


    Many were taken aback by Ji Fanwei¡¯s words. Could this calligraphy be the prime minister¡¯s original work? It did possess a certain saintly quality at a nce! But how could such a treasure end up with an ordinary person?


    Ni Situo also frowned, sensing that something was amiss.


    As expected, Ji Fanwei¡¯s next remark wasced with derision.


    ¡°This is unmistakably the prime minister¡¯s creation. Yet you have the audacity to assert it¡¯s your own work, even brazenly affixing your name to it. Can it be that the esteemed Second Young Master of the Ni family indulges in such childish and shameless antics? Or perhaps, you are as simple-minded as the rumors suggest?¡±


    ?The search by officials from the City Hall and the Immortal Cultivation Hall turned up nothing in Ni Huibo¡¯s room. Of all the rooms in the Ni family estate, his was the most spartan, furnished with just a table, a chair, a bed, a water tank, and a stack of books. There seemed to be no conceivable hiding ce for a thief.


    Yet, Ji Fanwei¡¯s visit was not fruitless.


    The Prime Minister was a figure of legend in the Croburg Kingdom, held in high esteem by all. His works were exceedingly rare and highly valued, particrly those from before his ascension to the Prime Minister¡¯s office, which were considered beyond price. The ¡°Castle Wave¡± was among his most renowned pieces. Sadly, it had been lost for years, and the world thought it would never be seen again.


    To Ji Fanwei¡¯s astonishment, the long-lost ¡°Castle Wave¡± had surfaced in the residence of the Ni family¡¯s second son. The discovery thrilled him. But his excitement turned to ire when he saw that the signature on the painting was not Xue Gui¡¯s, but Ni Huibo¡¯s.


    As a cultivator and a schr, Ji Fanwei cherished the schrly temperament above all else. Ni Situo, despite his high status, was known for his love of fame and his ruthless nature¡ªtraits Ji Fanwei despised. What shocked him even more was that Ni Situo¡¯s younger brother, seemingly untouched by worldly desires, appeared to be cast from the same mold. They were cut from the same cloth, indeed.


    The thought of the Prime Minister¡¯s original work in the hands of such a person seemed to Ji Fanwei a desecration. He instructed his scribe to secure the painting, dering that the Prime Minister¡¯s work should not be left tonguish in obscurity. He intended to take it to City Hall for the mayor to decide its fate.


    Ni Situo, naturally, objected. The painting was a Ni family possession, and if it were to be presented to City Hall, it should be by his own hand. Ji Fanwei had no right to intervene. Ni Situo reached out to reim the painting.


    Ji Fanwei had anticipated this reaction. Blocking Ni Situo¡¯s path, he smiled and said, ¡°I am authorized to conduct this investigation. I have the right to take any item from the Ni family to City Hall for examination. Are you attempting to obstruct justice? As a member of the Immortal Cultivation Hall, you surely understand the gravity of such an action.¡±


    The City Hall indeed had such a regtion, but as a cultivator, Ni Situo was acutely aware of the value of the Prime Minister¡¯s genuine work. If he could present the authentic work to the Mayor, his prospects would be boundless. Thus, for Ni Situo, this was not just about the artifact; it was about his future.


    Neither party was willing to yield, and the tension escted.


    Without warning, Ni Situo made his move. With a single step, he transformed into a blur, materializing behind Ji Fanwei. Regrettably, he couldn¡¯t stabilize his stance before Ji Fanwei spun around and delivered a heavy kick to Ni Situo¡¯s hand.


    Ni Situo evaded with swift agility. Once again, he executed his movement technique, darting behind the scribe at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, with Ji Fanwei in hot pursuit. Then, in an unexpected twist, Ni Situo halted and retreated a step, dodging Ji Fanwei and seizing the opportunity to snatch the painting.


    Ji Fanwei, taken aback, spun around and lunged forward, also grasping the painting. As he tugged it back, he realized Ni Situo¡¯s grip was firm. Concerned that the Prime Minister¡¯s authentic work would be irreparably damaged if he didn¡¯t release it, Ji Fanwei was caught off guard when Ni Situo yanked the painting away.


    Both men staggered backward. Ji Fanwei could only watch in dismay as the Prime Minister¡¯s authentic work tore in two before his eyes. Staring at the fragment in his hand, he was momentarily stunned.


    Ni Situo, too, was taken aback. He had anticipated Ji Fanwei would be the first to release his hold, which is why he had applied force.


    ¡°Ni Situo, this is the Prime Minister¡¯s authentic work!¡± Ji Fanwei eximed, his face losing its usual smile for the first time.


    With a sneer, Ni Situo retorted, ¡°This belongs to the Ni family; it cannot be taken from you.¡±


    ¡°I will report this to the Mayor!¡± dered Ji Fanwei, shooting a fierce re at Ni Situo before storming off.


    Ni Situo sneered again and followed. He was convinced he had done nothing wrong. The room fell into a sudden hush.

 Chapter 6

    C6 ¨C A Thief


    Ni Huibo followed the others out of the room, pausing at the courtyard gate. He watched their retreating figures, unsure of what to say. He might not have known the full value of the prime minister¡¯s works, but he was aware that over the past few centuries, the prime minister¡¯s mastery in painting was unparalleled in the Croburg Kingdom. Whenever he read, he often found himself drawn to sections about Xue Gui.


    One day, sparked by sudden inspiration, he noticed after a calligraphy session that his own writing bore a resemnce to the prime minister¡¯s. With each new attempt, the simrities grew until he could replicate the prime minister¡¯s script perfectly. He selected the most simr piece and stamped it with his seal to differentiate the real from the fake. He hadn¡¯t anticipated that it would lead to such a misunderstanding today.


    Why were they so reluctant to let him exin first?


    Well, let them scramble over it.


    They can covet my possessions all they want. As for theirs, I can neither see nor touch them.


    Even with their diligent cultivation, they eventually showed their true colors as thieves, brazenly trying to take his calligraphy.


    What good did it do?


    With these thoughts, Ni Huibo turned back and entered the main house. He gathered his writing materials, ground the ink, and smoothed out a sheet of paper on the table. After contemting the sixteen characters with his eyes closed, he opened them and began to write.


    The sixteen characters sprang to life on the paper in an instant.


    If Ji Fanwei were here, he would be astonished to see that the young man¡¯s every gesture exuded the air of a master. He would be even more amazed to discover that this piece was identical to the one Ni Situo had torn in half, indistinguishable from the original.


    Indeed, both pieces were by the same hand, just not Xue Gui¡¯s.


    ?Ni Huibo set down his brush and gently blew on the ink. He then picked up the paper, gave it a few shakes, and stored it away contentedly. He nned to hang it on a hook on the wall, thinking that if anyone else came to im it, he would simply hand it over to avoid the heartache of it being damaged in a tussle.


    ¡°What exquisite calligraphy!¡±


    At that moment, a sincere exmation broke the silence of the room, startling Ni Huibo.


    ¡°Such remarkable calligraphy! To grasp the essence of Xue Gui¡¯s style to this extent is truly unparalleled in this world! I never imagined I¡¯d find such a prodigy in this humble, dpidated dwelling. This is indeed a rare find.¡±


    Who was this person?


    Ni Huibo abruptly looked up, catching a glimpse of a figure d in ck. Before he could get a better look, the figure swiftly descended andnded behind him. With a swift motion, the stranger struck the back of Ni Huibo¡¯s head.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s head mmed into the table before he could react, and he copsed, still and silent.


    The man in ck stepped forward, his full silhouette now visible. His face was masked, his attire that of a night prowler, his stature short, his head somewhat balding. He nced at Ni Huibo, yet his words remained admiring.


    ¡°Indeed, he is a genius, barely eighteen, I presume? Nevertheless, in light of your exceptional talent, I shall spare your life.¡± He then pocketed the freshly written calligraphy Ni Huibo had been working on, scanned the surroundings, and prepared to make his exit.


    Suddenly, an intense sense of danger surged within him!


    The man in ck spun around to find the youth who had been prone on the table now standing erect. Ni Huibo faced him with an impassive stare, steadily advancing.


    ¡°You¡­¡±


    His surprise was palpable. The blow had been substantial. He had struck Ni Huibo lightly, confident that he was no more than an ordinary person, an attack meant to render him unconscious for half an hour. Yet, the young man seemed utterly unaffected.


    Could there have been an error in his strength? Impossible! A cultivator at the second level would never misjudge their own force.


    What then was happening?


    Ni Huibo remained silent. From the moment he rose from the table, his gaze never wavered from the man in ck. His expression had turned even colder than before, exuding an air of aloof superiority.


    Despite his shock, the man in ck was dismissive. No matter how extraordinary Ni Huibo seemed, he was still just a mortal. Even if Ni Huibo had surprised him on several asions, to challenge a cultivator at the second level was a fool¡¯s errand. Not waiting for Ni Huibo to approach, he moved forward, intent on striking first. Previously, he had refrained from delivering a fatal blow out of respect for Ni Huibo¡¯s talent. But should Ni Huibo dare to obstruct his path, he would not hesitate to im another life.


    Ni Huibo moved at a leisurely pace, while the man in ck swept toward him like a swift gust of wind. In a mere moment, he was face-to-face with the young man,unching a punch that was incredibly fast and shimmered with a faint glow, likely imbued with spiritual energy.


    Yet the young man with the icy demeanor seemed oblivious. He kept walking, showing no signs of pausing or attempting to evade.


    ¡°Mortals will be mortals. Even a cultivator of the first level wouldn¡¯t dare to take this punch head-on, and yet you stand there, utterly indifferent. Do you truly believe I can¡¯t harm you?¡± the man in ck thought to himself, his inner sneer turning into a surge of force. He intensified his punch and, like lightning, was upon Ni Huibo, unleashing his attack.


    The energy reached its target in the blink of an eye. It was then that a subtle change flickered across Ni Huibo¡¯s stoic face¡ªa glint of excitement in his eyes. He remained stationary, then abruptly stepped forward, perfectly timing his hand to meet the oing energy with a counterpunch.


    The energy and fist met.


    The fist stood unyielding.


    The energy scattered in every direction.


    A recoil formed at the center, hurtling back faster than it had arrived, striking the man in ck in the abdomen and catapulting him into the courtyard.


    Puff!


    It all unfolded too swiftly for the man in ck to grasp what had just urred before he found himself sprawled on the ground, blood spraying from his lips.


    Struggling to rise, the man in ck propped himself up and looked up at Ni Huibo with eyes wide with terror.


    ¡°Who are you? I don¡¯t recall the Ni family having anyone of your caliber.¡±


    He fell silent mid-sentence, copsing once more.


    His fate, whether dead or alive, remained unknown.


    Ni Huibo watched the man in ck now lying motionless in the courtyard. His expression, once cold, softened to normalcy. Withdrawing his fist, he wiped the sweat from his brow and whispered to himself, ¡°I¡¯ve lost control again¡­¡± He furrowed his brow in concern.


    This unsettling sensation had first emerged just half a month ago. Little did he expect that in barely ten days, it would resurface, lingering even longer than before.


    What was happening?


    Ni Huibo scratched the back of his head, feeling a mix of relief and concern.


    He made his way into the courtyard and retrieved the items from the embrace of the man in ck. He intended to return to the house to address the unease in his body when a crimson box tumbled from the man¡¯s grasp and came to a rest by his feet.


    ¡°What¡¯s this?¡±


    The box immediately caught Ni Huibo¡¯s attention.


    It was extraordinarily ornate. As he stooped to pick it up, he was met with a sensation of chill and weightiness.


    A thought struck him about an item reported missing from the City Hall, rumored to be a treasure resembling a bead. Could it be that this box contained the very item the City Hall was searching for?

 Chapter 7

    C7 ¨C The Spiritual Bead Entered My Body


    Ni Huibo held the intricately carved box up to his eyes. The lifelike phoenix and the simple patterns etched into the wood suggested an ancient origin. Despite his efforts, he couldn¡¯t manage to open it. Treasures from City Hall were bound to be exceptional, and he was certain this box was no exception.


    Was the treasure inside truly from City Hall? If so, it had to be of great significance. Should he turn in both the box and the thief? Yet, Ni Huibo quickly dismissed the thought. Having lived in solitude for sixteen years in this small courtyard, with no one to guide him in the ways of cultivation, how could he possibly apprehend a thief?


    Doing so would mean he could no longer live peacefully here. But if he didn¡¯t turn in the thief, how would he return the treasure?


    ?As Ni Huibo gripped the treasure box, his hand clenched involuntarily, the pain snapping him back to reality. His unusual strength could bend a silver coin, yet this wooden box remained unscathed, even injuring him instead. Blood seeped from his hand onto the box, and a sudden red glow emanated from the eyes of the carved phoenix. To his astonishment, the box sprang open on its own!


    A brilliant white light spilled from the opening, and as the box fully opened, a bead the size of a thumb materialized before him. The air around it whirled into a cyclone centered on the bead¡ªa sight that would have astounded any cultivator, for it wasposed of spiritual energy.


    Could this be the lost treasure of City Hall, brimming with spiritual essence?


    In that moment, a sh of red crossed Ni Huibo¡¯s eyes. Compelled as if by a spell, he extended his bleeding finger toward the box, allowing a drop of blood to fall onto the Spiritual Bead. Upon contact, the bead burst into a ze of fire and surged into Ni Huibo, settling in his dantian.


    Startled, Ni Huibo dropped the box to the ground. A sensation akin to a fierce fire engulfed his belly. The bead seemed to harbor a power capable of apocalyptic destruction as it roamed freely within Ni Huibo¡¯s dantian.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s blood vessels and meridians felt like cotton scorched by an inferno. Within minutes, his body seemed to be burning chaotically, the pain causing him to convulse and tremble uncontrobly.


    The excruciating pain radiated from his abdomen throughout his body, making him wish for death toe swiftly.


    Ni Huibo couldn¡¯t help but let out a low roar as the pain intensified.


    As the Spiritual Bead absorbed the surrounding Spiritual Qi, the searing agony escted. Ni Huibo¡¯s pain worsened, his blood vessels threatening to burst at any moment. His expression twisted into a terrifying grimace, his body swelling like a balloon, resembling a demon from the depths of hell. His hands pounded and wed at the earth in a futile attempt to alleviate his suffering.


    On the brink of copse, a ze ignited within his Spiritual Sense, and a fiery phoenix burst forth, taking its ce protectively behind him.


    In that moment, Ni Huibo¡¯s eyes snapped open, his expression turning to one of icy detachment.


    His hands moved in tandem with an unfamiliar voice in his mind, forming a seal he had never known. Simultaneously, a familiar heat surged from his dantian to the Spiritual Bead, which seemed to be consciously thrashing in an attempt to break free.


    Soon, the Spiritual Bead¡¯s energy mellowed, aiding in the repair of Ni Huibo¡¯s damaged blood vessels and meridians. They rejuvenated like parched trees finding water in the desert, filling out and revitalizing. His scorched muscles, bones, and organs began to mend. The Spiritual Bead¡¯s energy not only healed his injuries but also fortified his previously malnourished body. The once constricted blood vessels and meridians were now restored, amplifying the energy within him manifold.


    When Ni Huibo fully recovered, a vivid red mark briefly illuminated his forehead. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze falling on the box thaty on the ground, a residual fear lingering in his heart.


    What had just transpired?


    Why was he losing control over the energy within him? That force had dominated him for far too long. Why had the bead surged into his abdomen? Whose gentle voice echoed in his mind? How had his parents died, and why had the Ni family treated him so cruelly? A flurry of questions swirled in his mind, leaving him in a state of turmoil.


    Now was not the time to dwell on such matters. The pearl lost by City Hall was now inside him, and extracting it would mean cutting open his stomach and certain death. He couldn¡¯t allow that¡ªhe wanted to live a full life.


    Should he confide in his uncle and aunt? His uncle was practically a stranger, unlikely to have his best interests at heart. But his aunt¡ªwhat would she do? He alone had discovered the thief tonight. For a moment, he considered keeping the incident to himself, but then he remembered the Ni family had taken him in. He owed it to his aunt to tell her.


    But where had the thief gone?


    Ni Huibo sprang to his feet and searched the area, but the thief was nowhere to be found. He had definitely knocked the thief unconscious, which sent a chill down Ni Huibo¡¯s spine. When had the thief regained consciousness and escaped? Had he witnessed the incident with the pearl?


    Lost in thought, Ni Huibo also felt a twinge of fear. Had the thief attacked while the Spiritual Bead was merging with him, he would be dead. He regretted not securing the thief when he had the chance.


    After a fruitless search of the room, Ni Huibo slumped into a chair, feeling helpless. He could only hope that the thief wouldn¡¯t be caught; otherwise, he might reveal the disappearance of the treasure, or worse, the pearl¡¯s location inside him.


    ncing down at his blood-stained clothes, Ni Huibo quickly changed into a fresh set. Once he was cleaned up, hey down on the bed, expecting sleep to elude him. Yet, to his surprise, he drifted off quickly. Meanwhile, the Spiritual Qi in the air began to seep into the Spiritual Bead within his dantian, circting through his meridians.

 Chapter 8

    C8 ¨C Transformation


    At five in the morning, the sun was already high in the sky. Ni Huibo rose early, neatly folding his bedding and methodically arranging the books scattered across the floor. His room was stark in its simplicity, sparing him the need for extensive tidying.


    After tidying up, Ni Huibo stepped out into the courtyard, his eyes briefly scanning a corner. He fetched a few bundles of firewood from that corner and began to chop. As always, his daily routine revolved around two essential activities: reading and cooking.


    He had purposefully pushed the previous night¡¯s events from his mind.


    ?The rhythmic sound of splitting wood echoed through the courtyard. After a few chops, Ni Huibo paused, his gaze fixed on his muscr arms. His skin had always been fair, but now it seemed even paler, his muscles brimming with newfound strength. With only half his usual effort, he had managed to make a dent in the damp log.


    Surprise flickered in Ni Huibo¡¯s heart.


    To make sure he wasn¡¯t seeing things, he promptly set another log on the chopping block and gripped the axe firmly. The de, sharp and curved, caught the sunlight, casting a cold gleam. He swung the axe down with force, and the log split cleanly in two, the axe¡¯s momentum carrying it deep into the block.


    Ni Huibo was astounded. He had been chopping wood since he was five or six years old, a chore he had performed for over a decade. Yet today, the task seemed effortless. His strength felt greater than ever, and he sensed he could chop wood all day without fatigue. He positioned a second log on the block and, after a moment¡¯s thought, used just 30% of his usual strength. Once again, the wood split down the middle.


    ?Ni Huibo stood in stunned silence, contemting the possible exnations for this unexpected change.


    Could the bead be responsible for this?


    Yesterday, when the bead entered Ni Huibo¡¯s body, he sensed an incredibly terrifying energy within it. Initially, this energy roamed uncontrobly within him, causing severe injuries. However, as he neared death, a cryptic chant seemed to echo in his mind. Desperate, he followed the chant, which alleviated his suffering.


    Practicing the chant led to a miraculous healing of his wounds. It¡¯s no surprise he awoke this morning brimming with vitality, his vision clear and sharp. He felt as though he possessed boundless strength, all thanks to the bead.


    Is this a sign that he¡¯s destined to be a cultivator?


    Ni Huibo was well-acquainted with the concept of a cultivator. Since childhood, he had yearned to pursue cultivation, knowing it was the only path to gaining the strength he craved. Only as a cultivator could he do what he desired. Yet, within the Ni family, he was less than a servant, with no opportunity to even brush against the world of cultivation.


    He remembered, just days ago, his aunt questioning whether he wished to leave the Ni family and if he was curious about his parents¡¯ demise. He had responded with disinterest in both leaving and in the cause of their deaths. But how could he truly be indifferent? Even if he had shared his true feelings, his aunt might have withheld the truth. The memory of his uncle¡¯s reaction when he was younger was etched in his mind: the tight grip on his arm, the intense gaze for long seconds before abruptly letting go and walking away without a backward nce. The bruises on his arm had terrified him, a fear that lingered for years.


    These experiences had taught him to remain silent about his parents.


    Yet, silence didn¡¯t equate to forgetfulness.


    Whenever he had a moment to himself, his thoughts would inevitably drift to these matters. He desperately wanted to know the truth about his parents¡¯ deaths and to escape the Ni family. He longed to break free from the courtyard that had been his prison for sixteen years. Now, with the prospect of bing a cultivator before him, he was determined to grasp this chance to grow stronger and unravel the mysteries that haunted him. He refused to live in ignorance any longer.


    As he pondered, a series of knocks echoed through the silent courtyard.


    Three deliberate knocks, neither too soft nor too forceful, unhurried. His aunt had just visited the day before; why was she back again today? Was it because ofst night¡¯s incident?


    Ni Huibo collected his thoughts and rolled up his sleeve. After straightening his attire, he opened the door.


    Indeed, it was Ni Ruiyuan.


    As he had done previously, he greeted her with respect and invited her inside.


    Ni Ruiyuan stepped into the courtyard, her gaze falling on the firewood strewn across the ground. ¡°Haven¡¯t you eaten yet?¡± she inquired.


    ¡°I haven¡¯t eaten. Would you like to join me? I¡¯ll start cooking the noodles right now,¡± Ni Huibo responded promptly.


    ¡°There¡¯s no need to go to any trouble.¡±


    Observing the axe marks on the chopping block and the knife resting atop it, Ni Ruiyuan arched an eyebrow. ¡°Stay put for the next few days, and don¡¯t venture out. Until the stolen treasures from City Hall are recovered, the Immortal Cultivation Hall won¡¯t rest. The thief¡¯s whereabouts are currently unknown, so you must remain vignt at all times.¡±


    Ni Huibo looked at her, words on the tip of his tongue, but he held back.


    With a smile, Ni Ruiyuan advised, ¡°Be frugal with the silver coins I brought you yesterday. Keep that money hidden and be cautious¡ªdon¡¯t draw unwanted attention.¡±


    She left the courtyard swiftly, not waiting for Ni Huibo to respond.


    Once outside, Ni Ruiyuan¡¯s brow furrowed with concern. She was aware that the Immortal Cultivation Hall had searched Ni Huibo¡¯s ce the previous day. Worried for him, she made her way to his courtyard, only to discover Ni Huibo sitting on the ground, drenched in blood. Behind him, a figure d in ck was channeling spiritual energy into his palm, poised to strike down on Ni Huibo¡¯s head. Startled, she instantly gathered all her spiritual energy andunched it at the assant¡¯s hand.


    The thief, sensing the imminent threat, fled without a backward nce. Ni Ruiyuan rushed to Ni Huibo¡¯s side, relieved to find that despite the blood, his breath was steady and strong. Spiritual energy swirled around him, forming a vortex¡ªa phenomenon exclusive to those immersed in the art of cultivation.


    Ni Ruiyuan was utterly astonished at the time. How had Ni Huibo acquired the cultivation method? The hand seals he was forming were certainly not those taught by the Ni family. They were exceedingly intricate, to the point where even she struggled toprehend them. Moreover, the purity of the spiritual energy surrounding him was unlike any ordinary spiritual energy!


    At that moment, Ni Ruiyuan had a hunch¡­


    Everyone has their secrets, and she couldn¡¯t help but think that this child¡¯s life had been anything but easy.


    Her elder brother forbade Ni Huibo from pursuing cultivation, wishing for him to live an ordinary life forever. But how could she stand by and allow that? After all, what if Ni Huibo possessed a rare talent like his father? To deny him would be grossly unfair.


    Looking at Ni Huibo¡¯s youthful face, Ni Ruiyuan feltpelled to question him about it, but ultimately, she chose to walk away.


    If the heavens themselves couldn¡¯t prevent Ni Huibo from following the path of cultivation, then she, as his aunt, had no right to either.


    She would act as though she had never visited the night before.


    She would act as though she knew nothing at all¡­

 Chapter 9

    C9 ¨C Trapped


    Ni Huibo watched Ni Ruiyuan stride out of the courtyard, biting back the words he wanted to say.


    Usually, Ni Ruiyuan was very attentive to him. Just moments ago, he nearly divulged the events of the previous day to her. But recalling her firm rejection of his request to pursue cultivation, he let out a resigned sigh.


    What, though, did his aunt mean by her parting words? She had given him silver coins before without any special instructions. Why the sudden change this time? Ni Huibo walked to where his aunt had been standing and surveyed the nearby items. His eyes settled on the chopping block, and he paused.


    He stepped forward quickly, running his fingers over the marks. These were the marks he had made while chopping wood.


    Did his aunt know everything?


    Was she hinting that he should be careful with the Spiritual Bead, to keep it hidden from others?


    Ni Huibo¡¯s brow furrowed slightly.


    After carrying the firewood to the stove and finishing his meal, Ni Huibo grabbed a book and settled under the shade of a tree to read.


    Before long, he drifted off to sleep. Yet, within him, the Spiritual Bead in his dantian tirelessly spun, drawing in Spiritual Qi which flowed through the bead, purifying the air¡¯s impurities before circting through Ni Huibo¡¯s twenty-four main meridians.


    Time passed swiftly, and the tranquil moon bathed thend in silver. Ni Situo had no leisure to enjoy the night¡¯s beauty, sitting quietly on a stone bench, seething with anger.


    That morning, on his way to the Immortal Cultivation Hall, he noticed that the Ni mansion was still under watch. He was certain Ji Fanwei had arranged for the guards. Ji Fanwei was deliberately trying to provoke him!


    Ni Situo¡¯s fists tightened.


    But what if the thief was actually inside the Ni mansion?


    The thought struck him unexpectedly.


    Ni Situo rose immediately, turned to his attendant with a set of quick instructions, and then hurriedly left the area.


    Except for the guards, everyone in the Ni mansion had retired for the night.


    Meanwhile, a man dressed in ck, hidden in the servants¡¯ quarters, listened intently to the sounds around him. He moved without a sound, swiftly exiting the room and scanning his surroundings. Noticing the guards dozing against the wall, he recognized a perfect opportunity.


    The man in ck stealthily approached the guard from behind, reaching out to grab his neck. However, the guard sprang forward, unleashing several short des from his hands. Imbued with spiritual energy, the des flew swiftly. By the time the man in ck attempted to dodge, it was toote.


    With no other option, the man in ck fled. But Ni Situo, who had been on watch all night, was not about to let him escape. Indeed, the guard was none other than Ni Situo himself. At hismand, the Ni mansion¡¯s guards swiftly encircled the man in ck.


    ?Enraged, the man in ckmented his situation. After years of sessful thievery, he found himself trapped! Upon awakening, he discovered the stolen treasure had vanished, leaving him with a seething rage that made his heart throb. He had exerted so much effort to infiltrate the City Hall and had been outwitting his targets for so long, only to be outsmarted in return.


    Spotting the dragon and phoenix treasure box opened by the youth, the man in ck tried to muster his dantian energy for an attack. But before he couldy a finger on the youth, he was blindsided by an ambush from a woman. The Ni family was truly thwarting his every move!


    ¡°Are all members of the Ni family so despicable and shameless?¡± he yelled in frustration.


    Ni Situo overheard and quickly shot back, ¡°There¡¯s no need to question the integrity of the Ni family. You are the one who is despicable and shameless. You dared to sneak into the Ni mansion and nearly tarnished our good name. Had I not been vignt, you might have actually gotten away!¡±


    The man in ck, realizing the urgency of his situation, retorted with a snort, ¡°I have no time to debate with you. You¡¯re after the treasure from the City Hall, aren¡¯t you? Too bad it¡¯s not with me!¡±


    Ni Situo, hearing this, let out a coldugh. ¡°Then why did the treasure disappear after your visit to the Ni family? Are you trying to nder our family¡¯s honor?¡±


    Cornered, the man in ck struggled to defend himself. ¡°You won¡¯t believe me anyway. If it weren¡¯t for the injuries inflicted by the Ni family, you wouldn¡¯t have been able to capture me.¡±


    Ni Situo wasted no more words. With a signal to his guards, they tightened their circle around the man in ck. Channeling his spiritual energy, Ni Situo delivered a powerful palm strike. The man in ck, already gravely wounded, engaged in a desperate counterattack. But the impact to his abdomen, where Ni Huibo had struck, caused his spiritual energy to falter, and he uncontrobly coughed up blood.


    The man in ck faced Ni Situo with a mockingugh. ¡°The word around Mightcairn City is that Ni Situo is a standout among the Ni mansion¡¯s younger generation. I find the rumors to be greatly exaggerated!¡±


    ¡°Yet you were still bested by me, weren¡¯t you?¡± Ni Situo retorted with a cold snort. To him, the man in ck was nothing more than a vanquished foe.


    ¡°Had I not been seriously injured, you wouldn¡¯t have stood a chance at capturing me with your level of cultivation. You don¡¯t hold a candle to that young man under eighteen in the rundown courtyard. His cultivation method is bizarrely effective; you¡¯re not fit to even bepared to him. The treasures I¡¯ve stolen are far more suited to someone like him!¡± The man in ck shot back with biting sarcasm, while inwardly relishing the thought of the Ni family¡¯s infighting ying to his advantage.


    A rundown courtyard?


    Not even eighteen?


    Ni Huibo?


    That¡¯s impossible! There¡¯s no way his father and aunt would have imparted the cultivation method to Ni Huibo. Even if his second uncle was a once-in-a-century prodigy within the Ni family, what of it? His son was still nothing but a mere mortal. Who in the Ni family could match his own talent for cultivation? Ni Huibo, that good-for-nothing, was only fit to be a cook in that decrepit courtyard.


    ¡°Do you not realize you¡¯ve just told a joke?¡± Ni Situo certainly didn¡¯t believe a word of it.


    ?How could someone who had never practiced cultivation manage to injure someone with a higher cultivation level than his own? It had to be a ruse; the man in ck was surely trying to divert his attention.


    ?Once he apprehended the man in ck, the truth woulde to light.


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 Chapter 10

    C10 ¨C Immortal Cultivation Hall Debate


    Ni Situo seized the opportunity as the ck-clothed man spat out blood, severely wounded, channeling his spiritual energy into his fingertips to seal several of the man¡¯s acupoints. With the man¡¯s spiritual energy unable to flow, escape was no longer an option.


    Ni Situo felt a surge of quiet tion. He had suspected Ji Fanwei of intentionally causing him trouble, but if Ji Fanwei had managed to apprehend the thief at the Ni family, how would he ever be able to hold his head high at the Immortal Cultivation Hall? Ji Fanwei would surely use the incident to undermine him in the future.


    Thankfully, it was he who had captured the thief. By turning the thief over to the Immortal Cultivation Hall, along with the half of the prime minister¡¯s authentic work he had retrieved from Ni Huibo¡¯s room, he was confident the mayor would think highly of him.


    Ji Fanwei was in no position to challenge him!


    Still, the thief¡¯s im that the treasure was in Ni Huibo¡¯s possession couldn¡¯t be overlooked. With the prime minister¡¯s works at Ni Huibo¡¯s, nothing was beyond the realm of possibility. It appeared that after delivering the thief to the Immortal Cultivation Hall, Ni Situo would need to thoroughly question Ni Huibo.


    Should Ni Huibo prove to be problematic, Ni Situo was resolved to escort him to the Immortal Cultivation Hall himself, regardless of their familial ties.


    Without dy, Ni Situomanded his guards, ¡°We¡¯re heading to the Immortal Cultivation Hall.¡±


    The Ni family entourage departed from the Ni mansion, and Ji Fanwei¡¯s men, having witnessed the capture of the ck-clothed man, hurried to City Hall to inform Ji Fanwei.


    Before long, the Immortal Cultivation Hall was abuzz with two factions.


    Ji Fanwei, his earlier smile vanished, stood to the side with furrowed brows, deep in thought. Ni Situo, on the other hand, was visibly satisfied, asionally casting provocative nces at Ji Fanwei.


    ¡°Exin yourself, what happened here?¡± inquired an elder in his sixties, presiding over the hall. He scrutinized the two men with narrowed eyes, puzzled by the day¡¯s events. He had given Ji Fanwei the authority to inspect the Ni mansion, yet it was Ni Situo who had apprehended the thief.


    Ji Fanwei seemed to grasp the elder¡¯s point and addressed the deputy governor, ¡°Although Ni Situo apprehended the thief tonight, the Ni family has long harbored thoughts of rebellion. They are in league with the thieves.¡±


    Ni Situo let out a cold snort, countering, ¡°How could the Ni family possibly conspire to rebel? Our family¡¯s century of service to Mightcairn City isn¡¯t something that can be besmirched so casually!¡±


    A smirk yed across Ji Fanwei¡¯s face as he produced a piece of calligraphy from his sleeve, dering, ¡°This is the ¡®Cann Poem,¡¯ painted by a young Prime Minister Xu. It was discovered in the room of Ni Situo¡¯s younger brother. Furthermore, inscribed in the lower-left corner are the words ¡®Ni Huibo.''¡±


    Passing the calligraphy to Ni Situo, Ji Fanwei pressed him, ¡°Deacon Ni, you use me of ndering the Ni family, so how do you exin this painting? If there¡¯s no collusion with the thief, how did Prime Minister Xu¡¯s original work end up in the Ni mansion? And why would the thief hide the City Hall¡¯s treasures there?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t spout such nonsense!¡± Ni Situo erupted in anger.


    ¡°Perhaps we should consider the deputy governor¡¯s perspective,¡± Ji Fanwei suggested with a coldugh, turning away.


    ?The deputy governor examined the handwriting, growing increasingly astonished by its authenticity. Regaining hisposure, he questioned Ni Situo, ¡°Let¡¯s set aside the issue of the thief¡¯s refuge in the Ni mansion for a moment. Shouldn¡¯t you surrender the stolen treasures first? And how do you ount for the presence of this genuine work by the prime minister in your home? Could it be a secret acquisition by the Ni family? I recall this painting was rumored to have been stolen. What¡¯s your exnation?¡±


    ?Ni Situo, seething with anger, presented another piece of calligraphy to the deputy governor, ¡°This calligraphy might be connected to myte second uncle, Ni Chunwen, whose talent for cultivation was exceptional. At twenty, he embarked on travels to dedicate himself to his practice, but sadly, he passed away prematurely. It¡¯s likely that he found this painting during his journeys. I ask you to pardon my younger brother. The City Hall¡¯s treasure was not on the thief, and the Ni family would never conspire with criminals. Moreover, if we had indeed taken the City Hall¡¯s treasure, how could we continue to reside in Mightcairn? The Ni family would never engage in such actions.¡±


    ¡°Deacon Ni, we¡¯ve only heard one side of the story. Tonight, I will conduct a thorough search of the entire Ni mansion and interrogate Ni Situo¡¯s younger brother,¡± Ji Fanwei dered. He was determined that even if he couldn¡¯t bring down the Ni family today, he would at least ensure Ni Situo could no longer show his face at the Immortal Cultivation Hall with dignity. For instance, Ni Situo¡¯s brother had the audacity to brazenly affix his personal seal on the prime minister¡¯s authentic work. Should this scandal be public, how would the disciples at the Immortal Cultivation Hall react?


    ¡°Sir, the Ni family¡¯s loyalty remains unwavering. If the treasures from City Hall were indeed found within our residence, it would only be because someone has set us up,¡± Ni Situo responded icily to Ji Fanwei. ¡°If we truly lusted after the treasures, why would we deliver the thief to the Immortal Cultivation Hall? Had we intended to steal the treasures, we could have simply killed the thief, erasing any trace of his presence in our home. Why would we bother with such unnecessary actions?¡±


    The deputy governor nced at Ni Situo and Ji Fanwei, then spoke, ¡°Both of you, apany me to City Hall. The reappearance of the prime minister¡¯s relics and the theft of the treasures are matters of grave concern. I must report to the mayor immediately and decide on our next steps.¡±


    He ordered the arrest of the man in ck and secured the calligraphy piece. Then, the trio promptly set off for City Hall, which was a short distance from the deputy governor¡¯s office. A striking red door marked the entrance, leading to a small yet meticulously maintained garden, beyond whichy the mayor¡¯s usual ce of respite.


    The mayor, a venerable gentleman beyond his sixtieth year, was tending to his nts with a gourd scoop when they arrived. Were it not for the grandeur of the surrounding estate, the most opulent in all of Mightcairn, many might mistake him for a simple elder farmer.


    Approaching with due reverence, the deputy governor bowed and addressed him, ¡°Mayor, the thief responsible for the treasure¡¯s theft has been apprehended at the Ni residence and is now detained. However, the treasure itself remains unfound, likely concealed by the thief. We will conduct a thorough interrogation to ensure the treasure is recovered and returned to you promptly. Additionally, we have located the prime minister¡¯s missing original work at the Ni mansion.¡±


    ¡°The original work of the prime minister?¡± The mayor appeared uninterested in the unfound treasure, but when he heard mention of the prime minister¡¯s original work, he paused his watering. He dried his hands and feet, rolled up his pant legs, and gestured towards the main hall, ¡°Come, let¡¯s discuss this in the main hall.¡±


    Once inside the main hall, the deputy governor promptly spread out the work on the table.


    The mayor, captivated by the piece, dered, ¡°Indeed, this is the prime minister¡¯s original work. Observe how the characters transform¡­¡±


    But something was amiss.


    It must be a forgery¡­


    The mayor had a lifelong passion for calligraphy, particrly that of the prime minister. Given the prime minister¡¯s profound spiritual energy and the way he infused his cultivation insights into his writing, an original work should exude an ethereal quality. Yet, this calligraphy seemed far too mundane. Had the creator¡¯s cultivation level been lower, the mayor might not have recognized the discrepancy.


    The calligraphy had nearly fooled him.


    ¡°Who penned this?¡± The mayor nced at the signature and then at the three individuals standing by. He inquired, ¡°The calligraphy bears the name Ni Huibo. Who is this Ni Huibo?¡±


    Upon hearing the question, Ni Situo quickly responded, ¡°Ni Huibo is my younger brother. His yful nature blinded him to the value of the prime minister¡¯s original work, leading him to affix his personal seal. I assure you, he will face strict punishment upon my return.¡±


    The mayor couldn¡¯t help but chuckle, a newfound curiosity about the individual stirring within him, ¡°There¡¯s no need for that. Simply have Ni Huibo brought to City Hall tomorrow.¡±


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 Chapter 11

    C11 ¨C Meeting


    Ni Situo stepped out of City Hall and made a beeline for Ni Huibo¡¯s courtyard. He confronted Ni Huibo directly, ¡°Ni Huibo, who did you encounter here in the courtyard after we leftst night?¡±


    Ni Huibo felt a twinge of wariness. Had the man in ck been caught? He answered, ¡°I didn¡¯t meet anyone.¡±


    Ni Situo scrutinized Ni Huibo¡¯s demeanor, finding no signs of deceit. He pressed on icily, ¡°You¡¯d better be honest. I shed with the treasure thiefst night. During our encounter, I sensed his spiritual energy was weak. He imed that he was wounded in a fight with you yesterday, and that you took the treasure.¡±


    Ni Huibo shook his head, ¡°You¡¯re aware that our uncle has forbidden me from practicing cultivation methods. Who would defy his orders and secretly teach me? Thieves are hardly honorable men; their words are not to be trusted.¡±


    Ni Situo, however, doubted Ni Huibo¡¯s capability to best the man in ck. Having engaged the man himself, Ni Situo knew the thief¡¯s cultivation was far from inferior and unlikely to be bested by Ni Huibo.


    Casting another nce at Ni Huibo, Ni Situo considered another possibility. Even if Ni Huibo didn¡¯t possess the treasure, what if the thief, noting the dpidated state of the courtyard, had hidden it here, hoping it would go unnoticed? With this in mind, he issued a warning.


    ¡°Ni Huibo, from birth, every member of the Ni family is ingrained with a sense of duty, never daring to forget the family¡¯s benevolence. Even if we can¡¯t contribute to the family¡¯s prosperity, we certainly won¡¯t tarnish its reputation. If you do have the treasure, hand it over immediately. Should your actions bring the mayor¡¯s displeasure upon me and hinder my career, or if they impede the Ni family¡¯s standing in Mightcairn City, I fear you won¡¯t be able to redeem yourself even in death. Remember, without the Ni family, you wouldn¡¯t be here today.¡±


    Ni Huibo responded withposure, ¡°Yes. I am well aware of the Ni family¡¯s generosity.¡±


    ¡°Right, someone from City Hall will escort you there tomorrow. That thief insisted he visited your courtyard that night, so just answer the mayor¡¯s questions truthfully. And regarding the prime minister¡¯s original work found in your house, you¡¯ve got some nerve. You even dared to deface the prime minister¡¯s original work. The mayor adores the prime minister¡¯s calligraphy, so don¡¯t make City Hall resent the Ni family. Own up to your actions.¡± With that, Ni Situo didn¡¯t spare Ni Huibo a nce and quickly left the courtyard, as if staying any longer was an affront to him.


    Ni Huibo, however, was taken aback.


    The prime minister¡¯s original works? He had actually written them himself. There was even another piece in the room! Could it be that not even the mayor could tell the difference?


    It seemed he would have to take the calligraphy he had copied that night and exin things thoroughly to City Hall. Exining the prime minister¡¯s original work should be straightforward, but as for the treasures stolen from City Hall¡­


    The treasure was now within him. If the mayor held the Ni family responsible, he wouldn¡¯t stand idly by. The Ni family had raised him, and he would do anything for them¡ªeven if it cost him his life¡­ No, he wanted to live. He was determined to uncover the truth behind his parents¡¯ deaths.


    Tossing and turning with thoughts of the pearl, Ni Huibo struggled to sleep, finally drifting off around midnight.


    The next day arrived in a sh, and the City Hall guards came to Ni Huibo¡¯s courtyard to take him to City Hall.


    ¡°Ni Huibo, the mayor has sent me to bring you to him. Just follow this path straight ahead to meet the mayor. Remember, don¡¯t lie when he questions you,¡± the guard instructed, pointing down the path.


    ¡°Alright, I¡¯ve got it.¡±


    Ni Huibo proceeded along the path, which stretched about forty meters long and twenty meters wide, paved with cobblestones. A variety of flowers and nts lined the path, including edelweiss, roses, and others, all vying for attention. As a gentle breeze wafted by, the delightful scent of the flora enveloped the surroundings.


    Nestled among the lush flora, an elderly man with a straw hat was intently nting flowers, his back straight. His beard peeked out from beneath the hat, silver-white and as long as a handspan. He was dressed in a shirt of an indistinct color, neither gray nor yellow, and his trousers were rolled up past his knees, showcasing his sturdy calves.


    Ni Huibo had reached the end of the small path without catching sight of the mayor. Had the guard given him the wrong directions? Approaching the old man, Ni Huibo squatted down and inquired, ¡°Excuse me, do you know where I can find the mayor? I need to see him about an important matter.¡±


    ¡°Are you Ni Huibo?¡± the old man asked, lifting his head slowly to offer a benevolent gaze upon the young man.


    ?To his surprise, the old man observed a continuous flow of spiritual energy converging towards Ni Huibo¡¯s core. It seemed to be the work of the Lifedrinker Orb. Could it be that the stolen Lifedrinker Orb had voluntarily epted a new master?


    The old man had possessed the Lifedrinker Orb for nearly a decade, yet despite his efforts, he¡¯d never managed to unlock the box containing it. It was astonishing that this young man, not yet eighteen, had such fortune.


    Resigned, the old man decided to consider it a gift to Ni Huibo, fostering a bond of goodwill between them.


    Hearing the old man¡¯s words, Ni Huibo observed that despite his ordinary appearance, the elder¡¯s gaze and demeanor were extraordinary.


    With due respect, Ni Huibo spoke up, ¡°My name is Ni Huibo. The deacon from the Immortal Cultivation Hall found a piece in my room, but it was not an authentic work of the prime minister. It was a copy I made from his writing style, and I never anticipated it would lead to such a misunderstanding. I have another piece of calligraphy with me; perhaps the mayor would be willing to examine it.¡±


    After finishing his exnation, Ni Huibo promptly presented the additional piece of calligraphy to the old man.


    The old man, intrigued, asked, ¡°How did you deduce that I am the mayor of Mightcairn? By my looks, do I really seem like just another one of the mayor¡¯s aides?¡±


    Ni Huibo shook his head. ¡°It feels different.¡±


    The mayor¡¯s eyes sparkled with interest. ¡°What do you feel?¡±


    ¡°I can¡¯t describe it,¡± Ni Huibo admitted.


    Upon hearing this, the mayor¡¯s face broke into a smile. He wiped his hands and took the piece of calligraphy from Ni Huibo, examining it closely. It was indeed identical to the one from the previous night.


    The mayor sensed that Ni Huibo possessed a natural affinity for cultivation, and his talent for calligraphy was also noteworthy. Could he possibly be the next prime minister?


    ¡°Your calligraphy has depth, sometimes reserved, sometimes sharp. It¡¯s impressive,¡± the mayor said, stroking his beard. ¡°Reading one¡¯s writing can be like understanding the person ¨C you¡¯re neither arrogant nor rash, neither servile nor haughty. And your level of cultivation is quite high among your peers.¡±


    Ni Huibo¡¯s cultivation was high?


    Did that mean he had already joined the ranks of the cultivators?


    Surprised, Ni Huibo quickly responded, ¡°I¡¯m sixteen this year. Could you share some basic knowledge about cultivation with me?¡± Wanting to ensure the mayor didn¡¯t misunderstand his eagerness, he added, ¡°I¡¯m a bit slow, and I don¡¯t want to hold back my family¡¯s progress. I¡¯m not very familiar with cultivation practices.¡±


    After a moment¡¯s thought, the mayor pulled a book from his sleeve and tossed it to Ni Huibo. ¡°I¡¯ve been cultivating for decades, and in theter stages, it¡¯s mostly aboutprehending the Heavenly Dao. This is the only book on cultivation I carry; it should clear up most of your questions.¡±


    ¡°Have you turned sixteen yet? How did your Leap Test go?¡± the mayor inquired further.


    Ni Huibo was taken aback, puzzled by the term ¡®Leap Test.¡¯


    Seeing Ni Huibo¡¯s confused look, the mayor chuckled. ¡°Whether or not you take the Leap Test doesn¡¯t really matter, since the Lifedrinker Orb has already chosen you as its master. The Leap Test is simply a pathway for cultivators to enter officialdom.¡±


    Ni Huibo barely registered the rest of the mayor¡¯s words; his mind fixated on the mention of the Lifedrinker Orb.


    It seemed the mayor had known about the orb in his possession all along.


    Ni Huibo bowed quickly, eager to exin himself, but as he opened his mouth to speak, the mayor gestured for him to stop.


    ¡°The Lifedrinker Orb has chosen you as its master, and therefore it is rightfully yours. You shouldn¡¯t concern yourself with the opinions of others,¡± the mayor said, smiling.


    Ni Huibo responded with heartfelt gratitude, ¡°Thank you, Mayor. May I inquire about the nature of the Lifedrinker Orb?¡±


    The mayor chuckled and replied, ¡°The Lifedrinker Orb has the ability to absorb cosmic energy, making it an invaluable asset to any cultivator. Return home now, and remember, do not speak of the Lifedrinker Orb to anyone.¡±


    Although Ni Huibo¡¯s face remainedposed, his eyes sparkled with unspoken excitement. He bowed deeply and said, ¡°Thank you, Mayor. I will hold your advice close to my heart.¡±

 Chapter 12

    C12 ¨C Cultivating Immortality


    After parting ways with the mayor, Ni Huibo clutched the book in his trembling hands. It was the first tome on cultivation he had received in sixteen years.


    Ni Huibo bid farewell to the City Hall guards and made a beeline for the Ni family estate.


    The Ni family guards were taken aback upon seeing Ni Huibo. Earlier that day, he had been escorted away by City Hall guards, and rumors had quickly spread that Ni Huibo had vandalized the prime minister¡¯s artwork and stolen a treasured item from the City Hall.


    ?Given Ni Huibo¡¯s frail condition, the guards found it hard to believe he wouldmit theft. Yet, the evidence of his destruction of the prime minister¡¯s work was irrefutable. Considering the mayor¡¯s well-known love for calligraphy, why would he release Ni Huibo?


    Amidst the guards¡¯ stunned stares, Ni Huibo strode through the main gate with aposed demeanor and headed straight for the small courtyard.


    Back in his room, he sank into a chair, took a deep breath, and with shaking hands, turned to the first page of the book.


    ?The opening page detailed the different talent levels for cultivators: low grade, medium grade, and top grade. Ni Huibo was immediately eager to discover his own level of talent.


    ?The book went on to describe the Leap Test and the hierarchy of cultivator stages, ranking them from the lowest to the highest: Three Qi Stage, Luminary Stage, and Blessed Stage, with a particr focus on the distinctive traits of the initial stages.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s excitement grew as he read. ording to the book, he had already reached the Three Qi Stage at the age of twelve or thirteen! Since then, he had been impervious to extreme temperatures, his appetite had decreased, and he was brimming with vitality, never feeling fatigued.


    He had been an Immortal Cultivator all along without realizing it!


    ?Curious about his current stage, Ni Huibo was engrossed in the book when a loud knocking at the courtyard door jolted him back to reality.


    He swiftly concealed the book in his sleeve and hurried to answer the door, only to be greeted by the ashen face of Ni Situo.


    Ni Situo didn¡¯t give Ni Huibo a chance to sidestep; he pushed him forcefully and demanded angrily, ¡°Ni Huibo, how could you conceal such a valuable treasure? Aren¡¯t you worried about endangering the Ni family? And if you¡¯re in possession of the treasure, why haven¡¯t you handed it over to me?¡±


    ?In that moment, Ni Situo¡¯s resentment toward Ni Huibo was so intense he felt like striking him dead. If it weren¡¯t for Ni Huibo, Ji Fanwei wouldn¡¯t have the opportunity to ridicule him. If only Ni Huibo would give him the treasure to present to the mayor, he would earn the mayor¡¯s esteem!


    ?Ni Huibo faced Ni Situo, genuinely surprised to find him so devious. He exined calmly, ¡°The treasure you¡¯re referring to isn¡¯t in my possession. Besides, if I were to give it to the mayor, it would surely bring punishment upon the Ni family.¡±


    ?Ni Situo found himself at a loss for words. This issue had made him increasingly vtile over thest few days. If Ni Huibo were to surrender the treasure to the mayor, the mayor would undoubtedly suspect the Ni family of foul y.


    Was it possible that the thief had stashed the treasure in City Hall and, unable to withstand the Immortal Cultivation Hall¡¯s interrogation, revealed its hiding ce?


    ¡°Did the mayor not punish you for ruining Prime Minister Xu¡¯s creation?¡± Ni Situo inquired.


    With a sense of resignation, Ni Huibo replied, ¡°Brother, I¡¯ve already told you that the writing was mine. I was merely copying Prime Minister Xu¡¯s style out of boredom. I¡¯ve exined the whole situation to the mayor. You have nothing to worry about.¡±


    ¡°What? You¡¯re iming you wrote that?¡± Ni Situo¡¯s anger turned to astonishment. ¡°Are you telling the truth?¡±


    ¡°Just ask the mayor,¡± Ni Huibo responded, standing his ground with confidence.


    ¡°Keep living in your fantasy! As if you could produce such exquisite calligraphy. You¡¯re deceiving me! Whatever you did to avoid the mayor¡¯s reprimand, remember this¡ªif your actions threaten the Ni family, I will not let you off easily!¡±


    With those words, Ni Situo turned to leave. But as he did, something caught his eye. In Ni Huibo¡¯s hand was a book that appeared to bear the words ¡®Immortal Cultivation.¡¯


    A chill ran through Ni Situo. Instinctively, he channeled his spiritual energy and reached out to snatch the book.


    Sensing danger, Ni Huibo instinctively moved quickly backward.


    Ni Situo spoke with anger, ¡°Ni Huibo, how dare you disobey our father¡¯smand and cultivate on your own! Tell me, who taught you the secrets of cultivation? And who gave you that book on Immortal Cultivation? Did Aunt give it to you?¡±


    Ni Huibo let out a silent sigh. He hadn¡¯t expected his secret practice to be discovered so soon.


    But it was of no consequence.


    ¡°The book on the basics of cultivation was a gift from the mayor. Aunt would never defy Uncle¡¯s orders. Do not falsely use her.¡±


    The mayor had given it to him!


    Ni Situo was astounded.


    Did this mean the mayor admired him?


    Uneptable! The future of the Ni family was his destiny. He was the only viable heir! He would not tolerate anypetition for his rightful ce!


    There was only one solution: to destroy Ni Huibo¡¯s cultivation, bind him, and leave him for their father to discipline upon his return!


    Ni Situo harbored these malicious thoughts as he clenched his fist and unleashed his spiritual energy at Ni Huibo.


    Ni Huibo perceived his cousin¡¯s intent. He had no desire to engage inbat. His only option was to channel spiritual energy into his feet, as he had done before, and evade the iing punches.


    Ni Situo and Ni Huibo battled for a considerable time, yet Ni Huibo remained unscathed.


    To expedite Ni Huibo¡¯s defeat, Ni Situo drew several des from his garment andunched them at Ni Huibo. Mid-flight, the des were suddenly deflected by a powerful gust of wind.


    A voice thundered from outside the courtyard.


    ¡°Stop, both of you! Since when is infighting permitted in the Ni family?¡±


    Both men turned to see Ni Ruiyuan approaching.


    Ni Situo reluctantly ceased his attack and bowed, ¡°Aunt, Ni Huibo has been secretly cultivating. I intend to apprehend him and await our father¡¯s judgment.¡±


    Ni Ruiyuan fixed her gaze on Ni Situo, ¡°Do you think I didn¡¯t recognize that lethal move? Are you willing to breach the Ni family¡¯s code? I will discuss Ni Huibo¡¯s actions with your father when he returns.¡±


    Without giving Ni Situo a chance to speak, she turned to Ni Huibo and dered, ¡°Starting today, you are to remain within this courtyard. You must not leave, not even by half a step.¡±


    Understanding that his aunt was safeguarding him and having no desire to sh with Ni Situo, Ni Huibo quickly responded, ¡°Understood.¡±


    Ni Situo clenched his teeth in frustration, yet he had no choice but toply with her directive.

 Chapter 13

    C13 ¨C The Return of the Patriarch


    A month had flown by in the blink of an eye.


    Ever since the confrontation between Ni Situo and Ni Huibo, thetter¡¯s name had be a frequent topic among the Ni family members. Ni Situo was renowned for his soul cultivation talent, a standout in the Ni family¡¯s younger generation. Yet, Ni Huibo managed to hold his ground, undefeated after numerous exchanges with Ni Situo, leaving the family in astonishment.


    It wasmon knowledge that due to the edict set by the family patriarch, Ni Huibo had been barred from practicing soul cultivation from a young age. But now, against all odds, he possessed impressive cultivation skills! And at just sixteen, Ni Huibo was two years Ni Situo¡¯s junior. One could only imagine that by the time he turned eighteen, his cultivation level might surpass that of Ni Situo.


    Truly, he was the heir to the Ni family¡¯s once-celebrated genius!


    Most were ted by this turn of events. Their joy stemmed not from petty reasons but from Ni Situo¡¯s less-than-ster reputation among his peers. His arrogance and conceit, bolstered by his father¡¯s status as the patriarch, often led him to lord over the others. With Ni Huibo now emerging as a formidable challenger to Ni Situo, the family felt a sense of immense satisfaction. They preferred the prospect of admiring Ni Huibo over being subjugated by Ni Situo.


    Ni Situo couldn¡¯t escape the whispers of the Ni family, which only added to his growing frustration. He was well aware of the murmurs that he couldn¡¯t measure up to Ni Huibo. Were it not for the family¡¯s strict rules and his respect for his aunt, he would have forced Ni Huibo to kneel and beg for mercy. He had no intention of allowing him to outshine so brightly.


    But no matter, his father was due to return soon. Once his father, the patriarch, arrived, Ni Situo was determined to ensure Ni Huibo faced dire consequences.


    ¡°Young Master, the Patriarch has returned,¡± Ni Situo¡¯s attendant reported promptly upon receiving the news.


    Ni Situo¡¯s mood had been unpredictabletely. Just yesterday, he berated his attendant over tea that was served too hot. The servants simmered with resentment but kept silent, suspecting that Ni Huibo was the root of their young master¡¯s erratic behavior. How had that so-called waste dared to stand up to Ni Situo?


    The servants¡¯ discontent with Ni Situo quickly transferred to Ni Huibo. They were all eager for Ni Xianjian to severely discipline Ni Huibo upon his return. They believed that only then would Ni Situo feel vindicated, and their own lives would improve.


    ¡°Alright, you may leave now!¡± Ni Situo said, his fists clenched in anticipation as he rose to make his way to the main hall.


    In the hall, Ni Xianjian, who was usually stern, now wore a look of joy, clearly indicating that good news had arrived.


    The Chief Elder, ever the impatient one despite his fifty-plus years, was like an excited child. He eagerly pressed Ni Xianjian, ¡°Patriarch, what are the results of the children¡¯s Leap Test? Please, share with us quickly!¡±


    ¡°Seeing the Patriarch¡¯s beaming smile should give you a hint. But at least offer him a drink of water first,¡± the second elder teased, watching the Chief Elder with amusement.


    ¡°Ni Yirong has a fifth-stage medium grade talent, the highest among the three. Ni Shang possesses a second-stage medium grade talent, and Ni Yong has a third-stage,¡± Ni Xianjian announced. He then fixed his gaze on the three young people before him, adding, ¡°Remember, your soul cultivation talent is merely a starting point. The heights you can reach will depend on your perseverance and effort. Do not becent.¡± His tone was firm and serious.


    The three bowed their heads in acknowledgment, replying in unison, ¡°Yes, we will take your words to heart.¡±


    Once the children had departed, the Chief Elder burst into heartyughter. ¡°Who would have thought that all three Ni family children would possess medium grade talents! This puts my mind at ease!¡±


    The rest of the Ni family joined in theughter, sharing in the joy.


    In Mightcairn City, having a fifth-stage medium grade talent was quite impressive, a rarity even among the other two families.


    And the Ni family boasted not just one, but also individuals with second and third-stage medium grade talents!


    No longer did they have to fear for the Ni family¡¯s resurgence.


    A celebratory mood filled the Ni family hall.


    After the festivities, Ni Xianjian stood and gestured towards a man in his thirties with short hair, who was strikingly handsome.


    Everyone followed Ni Xianjian¡¯s gaze to the neer. Ni Xianjian introduced him, saying, ¡°This is a dear friend of mine, Teng Junlu, whom I¡¯ve known for many years. Junlu is the examiner sent from the capital to oversee the Leap Test. The youngdy beside him is Junlu¡¯s daughter, and you might say she¡¯s like a niece to me. You can call her Feimei. Feimei is now a disciple of Xue Gui! Her potential is truly boundless!¡±


    The Ni family members were astonished to learn that Teng Junlu was the chief examiner for the Leap Test in Mightcairn. Their surprise only deepened upon discovering that Teng Feimei was a disciple of the prime minister. Could this young girl truly be the disciple of the prime minister of the entire Croburg Kingdom?


    ?The youth in the council hall all turned to gaze at Teng Feimei, unable to take their eyes off her.


    The girl appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen, exuding a fresh elegance and extreme charm.


    The Ni family¡¯s disciples watched her intently, amazed that someone so young was already a disciple of the renowned prime minister. It was clear that her future achievements would be remarkable, and to add to that, she was incredibly beautiful.


    How could such a perfect girl exist?


    Ni Xianjian caught Ni Situo¡¯s attention from the corner of the hall and gestured to him meaningfully, ¡°Ni Situo, Feimei is new to Mightcairn. Make sure you take good care of her and don¡¯t let her feel neglected.¡±


    In truth, Ni Xianjian¡¯s eyes had been drawn to her the moment she entered, and he had scarcely looked away since.


    She was undeniably beautiful, her looks unparalleled among the young generation of Mightcairn. And with her prestigious identity, if Ni Situo could win her favor, his future would be set.


    With this in mind, Ni Situo¡¯s thoughts sprang to life. He set aside the issue he had nned to discuss and said with a smile, ¡°Feimei has traveled a long way. I¡¯ll make sure she¡¯s well looked after. If she needs anything, she need only ask.¡±


    Teng Feimei responded with a polite smile, ¡°Thank you.¡±


    Ni Xianjian gave a subtle nod of approval, then addressed the assembly, ¡°Well then, if there¡¯s nothing else, you¡¯re dismissed.¡±


    After the meeting, the elders led the younger members out of the hall, leaving only Ni Xianjian, Ni Situo, Teng Junlu, and Teng Feimei behind.


    ¡°Xianjian, your son must be eighteen now, right? His soul cultivation skills are quite impressive among his peers,¡± Teng Junlu remarked, eyeing Ni Situo.


    Ni Xianjian responded with a smile, ¡°Junlu, Situo is indeed two years older than Feimei. However, when ites to soul cultivation talent, he still falls short of her. Feimei¡¯s talent is a top grade fifth level, and she¡¯s already in the middle period of the second level. Her progress is incredibly fast!¡±


    Ni Situo bristled at this. The three participants in the Leap Test all had superior cultivation talentspared to his, which was disheartening. Moreover, the recent family discussions about Ni Huibo had only added to his frustration. Now, with Teng Feimei outshining him, he thought that if he could win her over, all her aplishments would be his.


    ¡°Don¡¯t give Feimei too much praise, Xianjian; it might make her conceited. Our Ni family¡¯s youth are exceptionally talented this year. The three candidates in the Leap Test have remarkable abilities. They¡¯re sure to be the mainstays of our n,¡± Teng Junlu said, ncing at his usually yful daughter with a sense of resignation.


    They caught up with each other until it was time for dinner.


    After the meal, Ni Xianjian summoned Ni Situo to his room. He had noticed during the meeting that Situo seemed eager to speak but held back. Now was the perfect time to hear what his son had to report about the recent significant events in the family.


    Ni Situo hurried to his father¡¯s room.


    After bowing to his father, Ni Situo spoke with a tinge of irritation, ¡°Father, while you were away, several major incidents urred within the family, all involving Ni Huibo. The first incident was the theft of treasures from the City Hall. The thief had been hiding out in our family¡¯s estate and was injured and robbed of the treasures by Ni Huibo. Initially, I was skeptical; you had strictly forbidden the family from providing Ni Huibo with any soul cultivation resources, leading everyone to believe he was just an ordinary person. But a month ago, I sparred with Ni Huibo and found his cultivation to be quite advanced. He managed to hold his own against me for over ten exchanges without sustaining a scratch.¡±


    After speaking, Ni Situo quickly concealed his expression, wary that Ni Xianjian might perceive his intentions.


    Ni Xianjian was tapping the table with one hand while gripping the other so tightly that his nails left deep indentations in his palm, though he was oblivious to it. With a furrowed brow, he said, ¡°What other significant matters are there? Tell me everything.¡±


    Ni Situo was pleased with Ni Xianjian¡¯s response and went on, ¡°Father, the second issue is that Ni Huibo possesses an authentic work by the prime minister! Moreover, he audaciously stamped his personal seal on the calligraphy. Ji Fanwei and I discovered this and delivered the artwork to the City Hall. Subsequently, the mayor summoned Ni Huibo. For some reason, the mayor didn¡¯t fault Ni Huibo for defacing the prime minister¡¯s original work and even provided him with soul cultivation texts. I suspect Ni Huibo may have offered something detrimental to the Ni family in exchange for his release. Father, why don¡¯t we seize Ni Huibo tonight, strip him of his cultivation, and thoroughly interrogate him?¡±


    ¡°There¡¯s no rush,¡± Ni Xianjian replied, his frown deepening due to his concerns about Ni Huibo and his dissatisfaction with Ni Situo¡¯s attitude.


    Ni Xianjian, as Ni Situo¡¯s father, had long recognized his son¡¯s strong utilitarian and envious nature. Ni Situo struggled to ept anyone being superior to him. Without proper guidance, Ni Situo was bound to stray. Ni Xianjian had left him in charge of the Ni family¡¯s affairs as a test, but it appeared the results were not promising.


    After some contemtion, Ni Xianjian advised:


    ¡°Situo, today in the council hall, while conversing with Junlu, I noticed your demeanor. Ni Huibo and Ni Yirong are your kin. Their talent for cultivation ismendable, and you should be pleased. They are the future pirs of our family. If you believe the family¡¯s prosperity rests solely on your shoulders, you are gravely mistaken.


    ¡°There are many in this world with greater cultivation talents than you. If you think talent alone dictates one¡¯s life, how can you aspire to transcendence? Even with the prime minister¡¯s exceptional talent, without humility, he would not have achieved his current status. Remember, talent for cultivation merely sets the baseline; it is diligence that defines the pinnacle. It¡¯smendable to seek improvement, but take care not to lose your way.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t get involved with Ni Huibo¡¯s affairs. You may leave now.¡±


    Ni Situo was taken aback by Ni Xianjian¡¯s words. For a moment, he was at a loss. Had he made a mistake? Hadn¡¯t his father forbidden Ni Huibo from pursuing soul cultivation? He had strived to advance, yet in his father¡¯s eyes, was he on the wrong path?


    ¡°Leave now,¡± Ni Xianjian instructed, supporting his forehead with his left hand and dismissively gesturing with his right.


    ¡°Yes, Father.¡± Despite his frustration, Ni Situo dared not contradict him. With no choice but toply, he quietly withdrew.

 Chapter 14

    C14 ¨C First Meet


    Watching Ni Situo depart, Ni Xianjian¡¯s frustration deepened. He had always been preupied with the minor concerns of the n, neglecting to invest more effort in Ni Situo. Now, as Ni Situo had taken a troubling turn, Ni Xianjian realized he bore much of the me.


    The Ni family, along with the Lee and Xu families, had been prominent in Mightcairn for a century. Recently, the Lee and Xu families seemed to be forming an alliance, escting tensions with the Ni family. Life for the Ni family in Mightcairn had be increasingly challenging, as the younger generations of the Lee and Xu families surpassed the Ni family in cultivation talent. If this trend continued, the Ni family risked being relegated to second-rate status.


    To spur the Ni family members to greater heights, Ni Xianjian had been emphasizing the importance of their cultivation more with each passing day. Now, he recognized his error. If someone chose a dishonorable path, their level of cultivation was irrelevant.


    It was clear that Ni Xianjian needed to keep a closer watch on Ni Situo. He was determined to prevent him from straying further.


    But the situation with Ni Huibo was even more perplexing.


    Ni Xianjian silently approached the window, gazing toward Ni Huibo¡¯s courtyard, his thoughts drifting to his younger brother. His brother had wished for Ni Huibo to live an ordinary life, but s, Ni Huibo had embarked on the journey of cultivation.


    ?Ni Xianjian had been distant from Ni Huibo for sixteen years,forted by the knowledge that Ni Ruiyuan would look in on him from time to time. He had concealed the truth about Ni Huibo¡¯s parents, fearing that his brother¡¯s enemies would discover Ni Huibo¡¯s existence. He had forbidden Ni Huibo from pursuing cultivation to protect him from those very enemies.


    ?With these considerations weighing on him, Ni Xianjian felt increasingly torn. Was he truly expected to destroy Ni Huibo¡¯s cultivation? He had watched Ni Huibo grow and hade to love him as his own child. Now, with Ni Huibo¡¯s father missing and his only son having stepped onto the path of cultivation, Ni Xianjian questioned whether he couldmit such a cruel act.


    He couldn¡¯t do that!


    He hadn¡¯t yet avenged his younger brother, and with his current level of strength, it was utterly impossible! His only option was to entrust this hope to the younger generation.


    Ni Xianjian was lost in memories of the past. Meanwhile, in the decrepit courtyard, Ni Huibo sat quietly on his bed as spiritual energy wildly surged into his dantian. Following the mantra in his mind, Ni Huibo channeled the spiritual energy within him. A fiery phoenix stood silently behind him, growing more vivid as increasing amounts of spiritual energy amassed in his body. His forehead veins throbbed, and sweat cascaded down like rain. The phoenix¡¯s eyes snapped open, and the uncontrolled spiritual energy began to circte spontaneously within him. Ni Huibo thought he could hear the sound of something cracking.


    As the spiritual energy flowed through Ni Huibo¡¯s body, he became increasingly absorbed in the vast ocean of cultivation, unaware that a girl was making her way toward his room, step by step.


    Teng Feimei had just arrived in Mightcairn and found everything incredibly new and exciting. She was eager for her father to show her around, but he was currently engrossed in conversation with the Ni family and couldn¡¯t step away. Left with no choice, she snuck out on her own.


    Perhaps she could explore Mightcairn¡¯s night market or pay a visit to the old mayor at City Hall? As Teng Feimei was about to set out, she caught a glimpse of a fiery red light that shed and vanished. Immediately, a torrent of spiritual energy rushed toward the source of the light.


    Her eyes wide with astonishment, Teng Feimei wondered who could possibly gather such an immense amount of spiritual energy. Driven by intense curiosity, she headed in that direction and soon came upon a run-down courtyard.


    ?Judging by the thick concentration of spiritual energy, the cultivator inside must have a level of cultivation not inferior to her own. But why would he be living in such a shabby ce? And why would the Ni family treat him this way? Teng Feimei¡¯s curiosity deepened. She decided to enter and discover what was happening.


    Channeling her spiritual energy, Teng Feimei stepped into the courtyard and approached the room emanating the red glow. She stooped slightly and gently pushed the door open, only to be met with a sight that took her by surprise.


    There, before her, was a bed.


    On the bedy a young man.


    He appeared to be around her age, with glossy ck hair and pale skin, his nose prominent and straight.


    Yet, it wasn¡¯t these features that halted Teng Feimei in her tracks; it was the extraordinary phenomenon manifesting behind the young man!


    A phoenix!


    How could this be?


    Ordinary people didn¡¯t exhibit such phenomena during cultivation. Even her master had never witnessed such a thing. Who was this young man? And why couldn¡¯t she discern his level of cultivation? Could it be that his skills surpassed her own?


    She resolved to question him once he awoke.


    With that thought, Teng Feimei squatted down, resting her chin in her hands, and watched Ni Huibo intently. Time slipped by, and she began to feel drowsy. A yawn escaped her, and she drifted off to sleep.


    When Ni Huibopleted his cultivation, he was brimming with vitality. But upon opening his eyes, he was surprised to find a girl leaning against his bed.


    Who was she?


    How did she end up in his yard?


    Ni Huibo contemted waking her, but instead, she shifted and stretched out on his bed.


    At a loss for how to handle the situation, he decided to let her sleep in the room.


    He stood and carefully moved the girl to the center of the bed. As he was about toy her down, her hand inadvertently found its way to his neck, and, seeking warmth, she nestled her head against his chest. Atst, she settled into afortable position and rxed.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s cheeks flushed. This was likely his first close encounter with a girl his age. She seemed so young, her delicate cheeks tinged with a soft blush, enhancing her beauty.


    His heart raced. He gently ced the girl on the bed, tucked her in with the nket, and swiftly left the room.


    Standing in the courtyard, Ni Huibo touched his warm ears and cheeks.


    He sshed his face with cold water to steady himself.


    He¡¯d wait for her to wake, then ask her to leave.


    Leaping onto the roof, Ni Huiboy back, cradling his head in his hands, and gazed up at the night sky.

 Chapter 15

    C15 ¨C Feimei Disappeared


    In the Ni family¡¯s main hall.


    After dinner, Teng Junlu struck up a conversation with the Chief Elder about Xue Gui.


    Teng Junlu regarded the Chief Elder with a sense of helplessness. The elder, in his fifties with graying hair, lit up at the mention of the prime minister as if he were a child who had just received his favorite candy.


    The Chief Elder rubbed his hands together and inquired, ¡°Junlu, your daughter is the prime minister¡¯s disciple, isn¡¯t she? Have you ever met the prime minister? What does he look like?¡±


    Teng Junlu responded, ¡°Feimei turned sixteen this year. She participated in the Leap Test in June. Thanks to hermendable performance, she was taken on as a disciple by the prime minister. At the time, I was so concerned about Feimei getting hurt in thepetition that I didn¡¯t pay much attention to anything else.¡±


    ¡°What a shame. I¡¯ve lived all these years and have yet toy eyes on the prime minister. I don¡¯t know when I¡¯ll get the chance to meet him. If I could just see him once, I could die content,¡± the Chief Eldermented.


    Indeed, the Chief Elder seemed very much like a child at heart.


    Teng Junlu scanned the hall. Where had Feimei gone?


    His wife was the epitome of grace and tranquility, and he himself was understated andposed. Their daughter, however, was spirited and energetic.


    Yet, there was no cause for concern. Those with lesser abilities couldn¡¯t intimidate her, and she was wise enough not to provoke those more powerful. He resolved to retire to his room for some rest.


    After a restful night, Teng Junlu checked the time; it was already seven in the morning. Usually, Feimei would be the one to wake him. Her absence today felt unusual.


    Teng Junlu sent his maid to fetch Feimei. Shortly thereafter, the maid hurried back, eximing, ¡°Lord Teng, Miss Feimei is not in her room, and her bed is made up perfectly. Her personal maid mentioned she hasn¡¯t seen her sincest night.¡±


    A wave of panic washed over Teng Junlu, and he immediately demanded, ¡°Where is Brother Xianjian at this moment? Take me to him quickly.¡±


    ¡°The Patriarch is currently attending to affairs in the main hall. I¡¯ll lead you there right away,¡± the maid replied, visibly distressed. The maid who attended to Miss Feimei was her own sister.


    If Miss Feimei were to be in trouble, her sisters wouldn¡¯t know what fate might befall them.


    Ni Xianjian, noticing Teng Junlu¡¯s unease, quickly inquired, ¡°Junlu, what¡¯s the matter?¡±


    ¡°Brother Xianjian, Feimei has been missing sincest night. You¡¯ve lived in Mightcairn your whole life; you know this ce inside out, so I have no one else to turn to but you. You must find Feimei,¡± Teng Junlu urged.


    ¡°Situo, take a team and search for Feimei immediately. Report back to me with any news,¡± Ni Xianjianmanded Ni Situo upon hearing the news.


    ¡°Yes, I will ensure sister Feimei¡¯s safe return. Rest assured,¡± Ni Situo assured as he led a group swiftly out of the hall.


    Within fifteen minutes, the Ni mansion had been thoroughly searched, yet there was still no sign of Teng Feimei.


    ¡°The Ni family¡¯s gates were locked tight all night. Where could she have gone?¡±


    Ni Situo mulled it over for a moment. Could she have gone to Ni Huibo¡¯s quarters?


    That was the only ce left unchecked.


    Ni Situo and his team made their way to Ni Huibo¡¯s courtyard and barged in to begin their search. As they approached Ni Huibo¡¯s room, a shadow descended from the rooftop,nding squarely in front of Ni Situo.


    It was Ni Huibo himself.


    Ni Huibo had been restless the previous night and had only just managed to catch a bit of sleep when he was disturbed by themotion in the courtyard. He recognized Ni Situo, knowing all too well that his visits usually resulted in considerable damage to the courtyard¡¯s belongings.


    With a frown, Ni Huibo thought of the girl still asleep in his room, determined not to let these men catch a glimpse of her. He positioned himself firmly in front of the door, blocking Ni Situo¡¯s path, and challenged, ¡°Brother, what are you doing?¡±


    Ni Situo let out a cold huff, ¡°Ni Huibo, don¡¯t you dare obstruct me. I¡¯m acting on father¡¯s orders.¡±


    Ni Situo didn¡¯t wait for a response; seizing a moment when Ni Huibo was distracted, he pushed the door open. His gaze immediately fell upon a girl lying in the bed ¨C it was Teng Feimei!


    ¡°Ni Huibo, how could youmit such an atrocious act! You are a disgrace to the Ni family!¡±


    Ni Situo was both anxious and furious. He had resolved to im Teng Feimei for himself, yet to his surprise, Ni Huibo had already made her acquaintance. Worse still, they might have engaged in scandalous activities¡­


    ¡°Your cunning knows no bounds, doesn¡¯t it? First, you aimed to ingratiate yourself with the mayor, and now you¡¯re cozying up to Teng Junlu and even the prime minister. I¡¯m eager to see how you¡¯ll exin yourselfter!¡±


    With augh born of rage, Ni Situo quickly whispered instructions to an attendant, who then hurried off toward the hall.


    Inside the hall, Teng Junlu was present as well.


    Upon receiving Ni Situo¡¯s servant¡¯s report, Ni Xianjian¡¯s brows knitted together in a severe frown. Turning to the visibly distressed Teng Junlu, he said, ¡°Junlu, we¡¯ve located Feimei. Let¡¯s go and assess the situation. Should the Ni family be at fault, I assure you, they will face strict punishment.¡±


    ¡°Feimei might not be in any trouble. I¡¯ll apany you. Perhaps she simply mistook the room,¡± Teng Junlu said, a hint of relief in his voice upon hearing news of Feimei.


    They hurried to Ni Huibo¡¯s quarters. Ni Xianjian bypassed the two individuals confronting each other at the door and immediately instructed a maid to awaken Feimei.


    Teng Feimei was jarred awake by the irritating noise. Disoriented, she rubbed her eyes and sat up, taking in her surroundings. This was the young man¡¯s room. She hadn¡¯t expected to fall asleep, and to her astonishment, she had slumbered so peacefully in the home of someone she barely knew.


    The maid, seeing Feimei awake, quickly recounted the events from her disappearance to their discovery of her. She then urged, ¡°Feimei, we should hurry and get ready. There¡¯s quite amotion brewing outside.¡±


    Realizing the extent of the trouble she might have caused, Teng Feimei worried about her father¡¯s potential punishment. She hastened to prepare herself and stepped outside.


    As she emerged, her eyes immediately met those of the young man from the previous evening.


    Teng Feimei offered him a sheepish smile, about to speak, but Ni Situo cut her off abruptly.


    ¡°Feimei, your father was beside himself with worry when he learned you had gone missing. What happened to youst night? If he abducted you, don¡¯t be scared. The Ni family won¡¯t let him get away with it.¡± Ni Situo couldn¡¯t wait to bring Ni Huibo to justice as soon as he saw Teng Feimei emerge. He pointed at Ni Huibo, using him before Teng Feimei even had a chance to speak.


    Could there have been some misunderstanding here?


    Teng Feimei didn¡¯t look at Ni Situo. Instead, she turned to her father and Ni Xianjian, expressing her regret, ¡°It was my mistake. I was exhaustedst night, and this house seemed so dpidated that I assumed it was abandoned. I decided to spend the night here, never anticipating the great misunderstanding my actions would cause¡­¡±


    Teng Junlu breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that she was unharmed.


    ¡°Feimei, I was so worried when you didn¡¯te home all night! Xianjian, please attend to the household matters. We haven¡¯t caught up in years, so let¡¯s save our conversation forter.¡± Teng Junlu gave a respectful gesture and quickly led a reluctant Teng Feimei away.


    He had taken in the scene in the courtyard. Ni Huibo¡¯s gaze was clear, not that of a viin. Ni Situo clearly harbored a strong dislike for the young man, and it was evident their disagreement ran deep. However, as an outsider, it was not his ce to meddle in family affairs. Departing now was the wisest decision.


    Ni Xianjian nodded and replied, ¡°Alright, we¡¯ll reconnect another time.¡±


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 Chapter 16

    C16 ¨C Ni Huibo¡¯s Father


    After Teng Junlu departed, Ni Xianjian furrowed his brow and addressed the remaining individuals in the courtyard, ¡°You all may leave now.¡±


    Soon, only Ni Situo and Ni Huibo remained. Ni Xianjian turned to Ni Situo with a stern gaze and reminded him, ¡°Ni Situo, remember what I told youst night. You are to copy the n rules fifty times once you return.¡±


    Ni Situo opened his mouth to respond, but the sight of Ni Xianjian¡¯s furious expression silenced him. With a heart full of bitterness, he left.


    ¡°Ni Huibo,e with me,¡± Ni Xianjian beckoned as he headed into the house. Settling into a chair, he questioned Ni Huibo, ¡°Who taught you the cultivation method? When did you begin your practice?¡±


    Ni Huibo internally sighed. Since Ni Situo had discovered his secret cultivation, he had anticipated this confrontation. His uncle had cared for him for sixteen years, and Ni Huibo was reluctant to deceive him. Moreover, iming that someone had covertly taught him would only raise his uncle¡¯s suspicions,plicating matters further. Thus, he opted for honesty.


    ¡°Uncle, I¡¯ve had no mentor for the cultivation method. It was only after perusing the books from the mayor that I realized I had reached the Three Qi Stage at the age of thirteen. I¡¯ve also been experiencing an uncontroble power within me that has grown increasingly wild with age, with shorter intervals between its surges.¡±


    Before Ni Huibo could finish, Ni Xianjian interjected, ¡°You have an untamed power inside you? And the frequency of its emergence is increasing ¨C does it harm you?¡±


    A surge of warmth filled Ni Huibo¡¯s heart, sensing his uncle¡¯s concern. He quickly replied, ¡°Uncle, I¡¯ve tried to master this energy during my cultivation. So far, it hasn¡¯t harmed me, but it doespel my body to perform extraordinary feats, like suddenly gaining immense strength or leaping from the ground to the rooftop.¡±


    This was evidently a manifestation of Ni Huibo¡¯s inability to control the spiritual energy within him.


    Upon hearing this, Ni Xianjian was deeply moved. Ni Huibo truly was his younger brother¡¯s son; his ability to absorb spiritual energy and cultivate from a young age was nothing short of genius.


    Ni Huibo went on to exin, ¡°A month ago, someone whispered a chant to me, which turned out to be a cultivation method. Since I¡¯ve been practicing it, I¡¯ve managed to gradually control the energy within me.¡±


    ¡°I need to check if your spiritual energy is circting properly,¡± Ni Xianjian said, concerned that the person who taught Ni Huibo might have had ulterior motives. He took Ni Huibo¡¯s hand, carefully channeling his own spiritual energy into the younger man¡¯s body, ensuring it flowed to every part. Only when he was satisfied that everything was in order did he breathe a sigh of relief, his forehead dotted with sweat and his hands shaking from the effort.


    The idea that someone had imparted a cultivation method to Ni Huibo made Ni Xianjian wary of potential foul y. After a thorough examination revealed no issues, he rxed slightly, considering the possibility that the mysterious instructor might be a hermit of great skill who recognized Ni Huibo¡¯s exceptional talent. As long as their intentions were pure, that was all that mattered.


    What concerned Ni Xianjian most now was Ni Huibo¡¯s level of attainment.


    Watching Ni Huibo, Ni Xianjian¡¯s fists were clenched. His trembling was not just from the depletion of his spiritual energy, but from the shock of Ni Huibo¡¯s current level. He had not anticipated such prodigious talent; at only sixteen, Ni Huibo¡¯s cultivation had already reached thete stage of the second level.


    It seemed likely that Ni Huibo¡¯s spiritual energy was overflowing because he had just achieved a breakthrough to thete stage of the second level the previous night.


    Ni Huibo was rapidly approaching Ni Xianjian¡¯s own level and was even two minor realms above Teng Feimei, who possessed a top-grade first-level talent. Even more astonishing was the fact that they were peers.


    ?Ni Huibo¡¯s talent was evidently even greater than Teng Feimei¡¯s.


    With this realization, Ni Xianjian fell silent.


    It took a while before he managed to settle his mix of shock and excitement. He pondered whether he should disclose his second brother¡¯s story to Ni Huibo.


    Given Ni Huibo¡¯s remarkable talent, it was inevitable that he would one day venture beyond the borders of the Croburg Kingdom in search of his father¡¯s whereabouts.


    If Ni Xianjian chose to tell him, Ni Huibo would surely dedicate himself even more fervently to his cultivation. Yet, there was also the risk that such knowledge could distract him and potentially halt his progress.


    At the moment, Ni Xianjian found himself unable to decide.


    He thought better of it and decided to let Ni Huibo make his own choice.


    He chose not to influence Ni Huibo¡¯s thinking, curious to see whether he would settle for a life of obscurity or aspire to traverse the vast world.


    ¡°Huibo, you once asked me as a child how your parents died. Do you still wish to know?¡±


    Ni Huibo remainedposed.


    It was only upon hearing this question that a subtle shift urred in his gaze and demeanor.


    He had already discussed his cultivation with his uncle, and the fate of his spiritual energy hinged on his uncle¡¯s whim. It seemed prudent to seek rity now. Should his uncle choose to strip him of his cultivation and confine him to the Ni family, Ni Huibo was determined to escape eventually. He refused to live a life devoid of purpose. Above all, he was intent on uncovering the truth behind his parents¡¯ demise.


    If his uncle spared his cultivation, all the better for him.


    Ni Huibo looked up resolutely and dered, ¡°Uncle, I want to know. There hasn¡¯t been a moment when I haven¡¯t.¡±


    Ni Xianjian breathed a sigh of relief at Ni Huibo¡¯s response, his eyes brimming with emotion.


    ¡°Your father was Ni Chunwen, my younger brother. His cultivation talent made him the envy of many in Mightcairn City. He was the second individual in the Croburg Kingdom to attain the fifth level of top-grade talent, second only to Xue Gui. In his youth, your father joined Prime Minister Xu on military campaigns. Butter, he devoted himself to the pursuit of cultivation, resigning from his court duties to travel with your mother. A yearter, he returned, bloodied, cradling you in his arms. He was fleeing from his adversaries, and your mother was no longer with him. He entrusted you to my care before vanishing the following day.¡±


    At that point, Ni Xianjian let out a sigh. ¡°I kept these things from you because your father instructed me not to tell. The enemy pursuing your father is incredibly powerful, and he would rather you live an ordinary life than risk you losing it.¡±


    Ni Huibo stood there, stunned.


    What about his mother? Where had she gone?


    Was it possible that his mother was truly dead? Had his father disappeared to avenge her?


    Tears filled Ni Huibo¡¯s usually cid eyes, and rage surged within him. ¡°Uncle, who is my father¡¯s enemy?¡±


    Ni Xianjian ced aforting hand on Ni Huibo¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Even if you ask me now, I can¡¯t tell you. Your father¡¯s adversary is so formidable that not even the full might of the Ni family could make a dent. Once you top the Leaderboard,e and ask me again. Then, I will exin everything to you.¡±


    The Leaderboard!


    The Leap Test assessed the cultivation talents of sixteen-year-old youths. Talented youths would join various sects to learn the ways of immortal cultivation. A yearter, a martial examination would be held in the Croburg capital, with the top hundred contenders earning a spot on the Leaderboard.


    The Leaderboard recorded names up to the age of twenty-five.


    After that, individuals were automatically removed from the list.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s fists were clenched tight. He had resolved to im the top spot on the Leaderboard within a year. With his father gone without a trace, he couldn¡¯t afford to lose a moment.


    ¡°If your father were here, he would be so proud,¡± Ni Xianjian mused, his thoughts lingering on his younger brother. ¡°Always remember, in front of anyone else, you are my son. Never reveal your true heritage.¡±


    ¡°Yes, Uncle,¡± Ni Huibo acknowledged, understanding his uncle¡¯s intent to protect him.


    ¡°What¡¯s this about the theft of the City Hall¡¯s treasure and the prime minister¡¯s genuine works?¡± Ni Xianjian asked, his mood settling as he recalled the issue Ni Situo had mentioned.


    ¡°The City Hall¡¯s treasures should have been recovered by now,¡± Ni Huibo began, pausing guiltily before continuing, ¡°As for the prime minister¡¯s genuine works, I had been practicing my calligraphy and one day realized my handwriting closely resembled his. So, I decided to create a copy. I never imagined it would lead to a misunderstanding with the Immortal Cultivation Hall.¡±


    ¡°Given your exceptional talent for cultivation, it¡¯s no surprise that your skills rival those of the prime minister. Should you have any questions about your practice in the future, feel free toe and ask me.¡± Ni Xianjian gazed into Ni Huibo¡¯s clear eyes. He had intended to encourage Ni Huibo to show more leniency towards Ni Situo, but the words wouldn¡¯te. After a moment¡¯s contemtion of Ni Huibo¡¯s youthful visage, he turned and left the courtyard.


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 Chapter 17

    C17 ¨C Martial Hall


    Ni Huibo observed his elder uncle and couldn¡¯t help but think that he seemed to have aged a decade in an instant.


    The matter he had left unspoken must be concerning Ni Situo, right?


    From their several altercations, it was clear to Ni Huibo that Ni Situo harbored some unfriendliness towards him.


    He was puzzled by Ni Situo¡¯s cold demeanor, as he couldn¡¯t recall any wrongdoing on his part, especially not recently.


    Maybe Ni Situo simply took a disliking to him?


    Could it be because he spent his days idly in the small courtyard, like a good-for-nothing?


    If that were true, then he had only himself to me.


    With these thoughts, Ni Huibo resolved to make a change.


    Should any future conflicts with Ni Situo arise, he vowed to step aside proactively, primarily to ease his elder uncle¡¯s worries.


    After securing the courtyard door, Ni Huibo retreated indoors and shelved these concerns for the time being.


    His mind was preupied with more pressing questions: Was his father alive or dead? Had his mother fallen victim to his father¡¯s enemies? If his mother had indeed passed, where was sheid to rest? And just how formidable was his father¡¯s nemesis, who seemed unshakeable even by the Ni family¡¯s standards?


    These urgent curiosities gnawed at him, but he knew that his immediate priority was to grow stronger. To seek justice for his father, to proudly im his heritage, and to witness his father living a safe and healthy life, he had to gain power.


    ?Determined, Ni Huibo left the courtyard and approached a servant.


    ¡°Could you tell me where our nsmen go to train?¡± he inquired.


    Despite hisposed facade, Ni Huibo¡¯s clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil.


    ¡°The Martial Hall is the usual ce. It¡¯s centrally located within the Ni mansion, and it¡¯s quite popr. I¡¯ll show you the way,¡± the servant replied.


    Recognizing Ni Huibo¡¯s status from the courtyard he¡¯d emerged from, the servant promptly led the way.


    They arrived at a grand courtyard entrance.


    The servant excused himself and departed, his expression one of admiration.


    Ni Huibo gazed up at the expansive and impressive courtyard before him, noting therge que hanging prominently above the entrance, inscribed with the words ¡°Martial Hall.¡±


    Two guards stood at attention on either side of the entrance to the Martial Hall, tasked with barring entry to those without the proper qualifications for cultivation.


    As Ni Huibo approached the door, the guards promptly raised their hands to halt him. ¡°Identify yourself. Without the n head¡¯s permission, you may not enter.¡±


    It seemed they had not met him before.


    Ni Huibo was aware that his elder uncle had only just granted him permission to cultivate, and it was likely that his order had not yet been rescinded. Not wishing to cause trouble for the guards, he was about to turn back when he noticed someone hurrying toward the Martial Hall. This person bowed upon seeing Ni Huibo and whispered something to an Immortal Cultivation Hall guard before departing.


    The guard¡¯s initially puzzled expression turned to one of profound astonishment.


    Was this indeed Ni Huibo?


    The guards quickly saluted him, their minds swirling with questions. How had the patriarch suddenly allowed Ni Huibo to begin his cultivation? Hadn¡¯t there been rumors that he was no good?


    Yet they kept their musings to themselves, saying instead, ¡°Please,e in.¡±


    With a nod of thanks to the swiftly departing figure, Ni Huibo acknowledged the guards with a fist-and-palm salute. ¡°Much appreciated.¡± And with that, he crossed the threshold into the Ni family¡¯s Martial Hall for the first time.


    Inside the courtyard, Ni Huibo¡¯s gaze fell upon a vast stage constructed from numerous stone bs, which from a distance appeared as if made from a single piece. The stage was a colossal cylinder, thirty meters in radius and three feet in height.


    On the stage, a fierce battle was underway.


    The man in the ck robe appeared to be losing ground, but in a moment¡¯s notice, he exploited his opponent¡¯spse in concentration, hooking the enemy¡¯s calf with his foot. As his adversary stumbled, the ck robe¡¯s fist came hurtling towards his face.


    ¡°Thank you for the match,¡± said the man in the ck robe with a smile, offering a courteous hand gesture before leaping down from the stage.


    ¡°Ni Yong is truly formidable!¡±


    ¡°Indeed, Ni Yong¡¯s talent ranks among the top within our Ni family.¡±


    ¡°It makes sense that Ni Yang would lose to him.¡±


    A chorus of admiration quickly rose from those around.


    Ni Huibo then looked up at the young man, realizing he was Ni Yong.


    Ni Yong had returned from the Leap Test with good results, and his name had been a frequent topic of conversation within the Ni familytely. Unfamiliar with the ce, Ni Huibo decided to approach him for guidance.


    With that thought, once the crowd had dispersed, he approached and said, ¡°My name is Ni Huibo. Are you Ni Yong by any chance?¡±


    Upon hearing this, a flicker of recognition crossed Ni Yong¡¯s eyes. So this was Ni Huibo? Recently, the most talked-about topic had been the contest between Ni Huibo and Ni Situo. Ni Huibo was once considered a fool and a disgrace by the Ni family, but to everyone¡¯s surprise, he had managed to hold his own against Ni Situo.


    It was no wonder that Ni Huibo seemed undisturbed by external matters, with clear eyes and a serene demeanor. He was certainly not the failure they had described.


    Ni Yong, eager to befriend Ni Huibo, responded with a smile, ¡°That¡¯s me. What can I do for you?¡±


    Ni Huibo¡¯s opinion of Ni Yong had greatly improved. He earnestly replied, ¡°It¡¯s my first time at the Ni family¡¯s Martial Hall, and I¡¯m not yet acquainted with how things work here. Could you possibly show me around?¡±


    ¡°Of course!¡± Ni Yong replied with a smile. ¡°Just remember that the Martial Hall is where the Ni family members spar and hone their skills. On the stage, we can engage in spirited bouts, but it¡¯s crucial not to be overly harsh and endanger lives. Also, take note of the weapon racks on either side of the stage. They hold a variety of weapons, from swords and spears to sabers and halberds, suitable for both melee and rangedbat. If you don¡¯t have a preferred weapon, feel free to choose one from there.¡±


    Having covered the stage, Ni Yong gestured towards the two-story pavilion behind it and continued, ¡°The pavilion houses various martial arts secrets and techniques. There are methods for swords, des, staffs, and more. Don¡¯t assume that wielding a weapon makes you unbeatable. It¡¯s only the foolhardy who swing their weapons wildly. The intricacies of these martial arts secrets will be apparent as you study them. For now, don¡¯t rush into learning different techniques. Find a weapon that feels right for you first.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m sixteen this year, and we¡¯re about the same age, so feel free to call me by my name from now on,¡± Ni Yong said with a smile.


    ¡°Thank you, Brother Ni Yong!¡± Ni Huibo responded with an immediate nod. Ni Yong was likely the first of the Ni family¡¯s younger generation to extend such kindness to him, and Ni Huibo felt a growing fondness for him.


    Ni Yong went on, ¡°The matter I mentioned isn¡¯t of great importance. Since you¡¯ve been allowed into the Martial Hall today, the patriarch must have given you permission to practice immortal techniques. You¡¯ll understand all this in time. The secret cultivation scriptures are the legacy of every family, which is why such a book is forbidden within the Ni family. If you wish to study it, you¡¯ll need to ce in the top five in the familypetition. You¡¯re in luck; thepetition starts in two months. Train hard in these martial skills and show those who underestimated you what you¡¯re capable of!¡±


    Witnessing Ni Yong¡¯s passionate demeanor, Ni Huibo felt an even stronger sense of kinship with him.


    Having said goodbye to Ni Yong, Ni Huibo wasted no more time. He made a beeline for the weapon rack and began to select the weapons he preferred.


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 Chapter 18

    C18 ¨C The Mayor Came to Visit


    He had never encountered any of these weapons before, so he was unsure which one would suit him best.


    Ni Huibo tested each weapon, gauging their heft before swinging them through the air. Ultimately, he found the light and sharp long sword to be the most fitting for his style.


    Armed with the right sword, he set out to find a martial skill that matched his needs. He intended to dedicate the next two months to mastering it, aiming to give his all in the Ni familypetition. If he couldn¡¯t secure first ce within his own family, how could he hope to avenge his father¡¯s enemies?


    Descending to the ground floor, Ni Huibo¡¯s presence transformed the once tranquil pavilion into a hub of activity. The people there, familiar with his sh with Ni Situo, were taken aback to see him enter the Martial Hall and began to murmur among themselves. Even those who didn¡¯t recognize Ni Huibo joined in, their voices growing louder by the minute.


    ¡°This is a ce of practice, not for noise. Should you continue to disturb the peace, I will challenge you myself,¡± dered the third elder of the Ni family. At around fifty years of age, he held a book and surveyed the crowd with a stern gaze.


    The chatter ceased instantly, and the pavilion returned to its former silence.


    Ni Huibo nodded in thanks to the third elder, who responded with a warm smile.


    Surveying the pavilion¡¯syout, Ni Huibo noted the various martial skills organized on the shelves. Ignoring the other volumes, he headed straight for the section on swords.


    The array of books was overwhelming. The sheer number of sword techniques was a testament to the Ni family¡¯s rich legacy.


    Which one should he study? As Ni Huibo¡¯s eyes scanned the shelves, a book tucked between them caught his eye. He picked it up and thumbed through it, his brow furrowing. The book posited that the more thoroughly one forgets the moves, the more potent the swordy bes.


    But if he forgot all the techniques, how would he face his adversaries inbat?


    Shaking his head, he was about to return the book when a sudden impulse seized him, and he swiftly drew his hand back.


    This book!


    Having decided, Ni Huibo immediately sat down cross-legged and delved intoprehending the book.


    Engrossed in his reading, Ni Huibo was unaware that the Ni family was currently in turmoil due to someone¡¯s arrival.


    ¡°The mayor is here?¡±


    Ni Xianjian looked at the guard and repeated, ¡°Are you certain?¡±


    The guard quickly responded, ¡°The mayor himself sent me to report.¡±


    Ni Xianjian gestured for the guard to leave, then swiftly straightened his attire and went to the Ni family¡¯s gate to greet the mayor.


    He was quite puzzled at the moment.


    Why would the mayor make an unexpected visit to the Ni family?


    Could it be rted to the stolen treasure Ni Situo mentioned, or perhaps due to the calligraphy Ni Huibo had written?


    He would understand once he met the mayor.


    Ni Xianjian hastened his pace and soon spotted a sprightly elder with a smile on his face, who said, ¡°I hope you¡¯re well.¡±


    Having met the mayor a few times before, Ni Xianjian promptly bowed and greeted, ¡°Hello!¡±


    The elder chuckled and gestured dismissively, ¡°No need for such formalities.¡±


    Ni Xianjian quickly invited him in, ¡°Mayor, please,e inside!¡± He also nced behind the mayor, noting two individuals following him. One appeared to be in his sixties, showing signs of age, and was the deputy governor from the City Hall. The other, a man in his twenties, was Ni Situo¡¯s colleague¡ªJi Fanwei.


    Once in the main hall, Ni Xianjian ensured the mayor wasfortably seated before taking tea from a maid and cing it on the tea table next to the mayor. He said, ¡°If there¡¯s anything you need, you could have just sent for me. There was no need for you toe in person.¡±


    The mayor stroked his beard and offered Ni Xianjian a smile, ¡°Please, take a seat and rx. I¡¯m not here on any pressing matters. I simply admired Ni Huibo¡¯s calligraphy when I saw it a month ago and wished to discuss our thoughts on the art today.¡±


    Taken aback, Ni Xianjian turned to summon Ni Huibo but caught sight of Ni Situo and immediately instructed, ¡°Ni Situo, go fetch Ni Huibo and bring him to the hall at once.¡±


    He turned to the maidservant standing nearby and instructed, ¡°Go fetch the ink, paper, and inkstone from my room.¡±


    Ni Situo was taken aback when he heard that the mayor had personally visited the Ni mansion. He saw it as an opportunity to make an impression on the mayor. But he was stunned by the mayor¡¯s words. How could Ni Huibo possibly be a friend of the mayor?


    Ni Situo was determined to unmask Ni Huibo!


    Ni Xianjian wasn¡¯t the only one shocked; Ji Fanwei was equally astonished upon hearing the news. Those whom the mayor referred to as friends were all formidable individuals.


    It simply couldn¡¯t be true!


    Ni Situo searched Ni Huibo¡¯s courtyard but found no trace of him. He wondered if Ni Huibo had fled upon hearing the news. As he was about to report back to the main hall, he overheard a conversation nearby.


    ¡°Is Ni Huibo really at the Martial Hall? The patriarch forbade him from going there.¡±


    ¡°I was at the Martial Hall this morning looking for a sword skill book when I saw Ni Huibo searching for one too. I was so startled I nearly dropped the book I was holding. After speaking with the Martial Hall guards, I learned that the patriarch has now permitted him to pursue cultivation.¡±


    Upon hearing this, Ni Situo immediately interrupted the two and grabbed the informant. ¡°Are you certain you saw him at the Martial Hall?¡±


    The man quickly confirmed, ¡°Yes, I saw it with my own eyes. Ni Huibo was still selecting martial skills when I left.¡±


    Without another word, Ni Situo sprinted towards the Martial Hall.


    The informant nced at the red, swollen marks on his hand and spat in the direction Ni Situo had run off, grumbling, ¡°Does he think he can bully people just because of who he is?¡±


    ?The other person hastily covered hispanion¡¯s mouth, cautioning, ¡°Don¡¯t speak carelessly. Everyone in the Ni family is aware of Ni Situo¡¯s temperament. He believes he¡¯s the most gifted in the n. Now that his brother, whom he deemed worthless, canpete with him, can you imagine how he must be feeling?¡±


    ¡°You¡¯re right. He¡¯s infuriated me!¡±


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 Chapter 19

    C19 ¨C Shock Everyone


    Upon overhearing their conversation, Ni Situo hurried to the Martial Hall.


    Ni Huibo was in the Martial Hall! His father had actually allowed Ni Huibo to go there!


    Ni Situo was seething with anger. He had always regarded Ni Huibo as nothing more than a waste, but now he realized he had been mistaken. He couldn¡¯t fathom how Ni Huibo had deceived the mayor. And why had his father, who had once strictly forbidden Ni Huibo from pursuing cultivation, suddenly permitted him to enter the Martial Hall?


    Ni Huibo was a cunning individual!


    But what good would Ni Huibo¡¯s cunning strategies do now? With the mayor taking such a keen interest in his calligraphy, what was Ni Huibo to do?


    If Second Uncle found out about all this, he would surely be infuriated to death by Ni Huibo.


    In no time at all, Ni Situo arrived at the Martial Hall and made his way swiftly to the book room in search of Ni Huibo. He spotted him immediately.


    Ni Situo reached out to grab Ni Huibo.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s keen awareness allowed him to snap his eyes open and swiftly evade the grab. Looking up, he realized it was Ni Situo.


    With a frown, Ni Huibo inquired, ¡°What do you want?¡±


    ¡°Come with me and you¡¯ll find out. Father has called for you in the great hall; there¡¯s a wonderful opportunity awaiting you,¡± Ni Situo said mockingly, a sneer stered across his face.


    ¡°The big uncle wants to see me?¡± Ni Huibo, upon hearing this, carefully ced his book aside and followed Ni Situo out.


    As Ni Situo and Ni Huibo entered the hall, they were immediately noticed by the mayor.


    ¡°Ni Huibo, I¡¯ve been admiring the two pieces of calligraphy you wrote these past few days. The more I look at them, the more I enjoy them. I even tried my hand at a few pieces, but they¡¯re quite poor inparison. Come, write some more for us,¡± the mayor said, beaming with joy as he stood and approached Ni Huibo.


    It was only then that Ni Huibo realized the mayor had arrived. He quickly stepped forward and performed a respectful bow, saying, ¡°If you insist, I will certainly oblige.¡±


    The mayor chuckled heartily, ¡°Excellent, the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone are all yours to use!¡±


    Ni Huibo approached the mayor and epted the brush handed to him. Closing his eyes, he reflected on all that he had encountered in the recent days. With a clear mind, he channeled the insights he had gained into his calligraphy with fervor.


    ?The mayor observed Ni Huibo¡¯s posture and aura as he wrote, and upon examining the finished characters, he was once again astonished. After a moment of contemtion, he expressed his admiration, ¡°Such exquisite calligraphy! Previously, your workrgely echoed the style of the prime minister. Now, you¡¯ve infused your own understanding into your writing, bringing it to life. You may very well reach the prime minister¡¯s level one day!¡±


    ?The mayor¡¯s words left the audience in disbelief. Wasn¡¯t this the moment when the mayor should have exposed Ni Huibo¡¯s deception and held him ountable?


    ?Ni Situo stepped forward, scrutinizing the calligraphy in the mayor¡¯s hands. As a cultivator, he was familiar with the prime minister¡¯s script. The resemnce shook him to his core. Could this truly be Ni Huibo¡¯s own writing? Ni Situo looked up at Ni Huibo, his eyes filled with incredulity. Ni Huibo had been concealing his true abilities!


    ?¡±Ni Situo, step back. The mayor is present, and such disrespect will not be tolerated,¡± Ni Xianjian interjected, rmed by Ni Situo¡¯s behavior. He quickly pulled Ni Situo away, well aware that Ni Situo¡¯s intent was to embarrass Ni Huibo.


    ¡°Mayor, please ept my apologies for my son¡¯s impertinence. I assure you, he will be disciplined,¡± Ni Xianjian said, his voice tinged with embarrassment.


    The mayor, with a discerning gaze, considered the visibly upset Ni Situo. As the son of the patriarch, why did Ni Situo seem to harbor such animosity towards Ni Huibo?


    With a smile, the mayor spoke, ¡°Ni Huibo is my friend. I trust you will look after him.¡±


    His tone was mild, yet it carried an implicit warning. Ni Huibo was the sole heir of his second brother; the mayor would not allow him to be wronged. The mayor¡¯s words were a clear expression of his displeasure with Ni Situo. Ni Xianjian quickly reassured him, ¡°Mayor, rest assured. Huibo is my child as well, and I will take good care of him.¡±


    ¡°Some people seem skeptical that Ni Huibo can mimic the prime minister¡¯s handwriting. Come take a good look,¡± the mayor said as he disyed the items on his desk. The crowd pressed in for a closer view.


    Ji Fanwei, who had been restless with impatience, rushed to the table only to be struck speechless. Had he not witnessed Ni Huibo writing with his own eyes, he would have sworn the calligraphy was the prime minister¡¯s original work.


    Ni Huibo, a mere sixteen-year-old, possessed such remarkable talent for calligraphy. What heights could he reach in another decade, two, or even three? His potential was boundless.


    It¡¯s no surprise that the mayor himself suggested Ni Huibo might one day rival the prime minister¡¯s achievements¡­


    ?The mayor was clearly pleased with everyone¡¯s reactions today. His visit wasn¡¯t just about discussing calligraphy with Ni Huibo; he intended to show the Ni family that Ni Huibo was a calligraphic prodigy, a talent he held in high regard. Those plotting against Ni Huibo would now have to think twice, considering the mayor¡¯s esteem for the young man.


    After the mayor and Ji Fanwei departed, only Ni Xianjian, Ni Situo, and Ni Huibo remained in the Ni family hall.


    Ni Xianjian turned to Ni Situo and bellowed, ¡°Ni Situo, kneel down! It appears you didn¡¯t heed a word I said the other night. What grudge do you hold against Ni Huibo to frame him so?¡±


    ¡°I feared he would deceive the Ni family, that he would bring us trouble!¡± Ni Situo retorted defiantly.


    Enraged, Ni Xianjian hurled his teacup at Ni Situo¡¯s head, eximing, ¡°The mayor¡¯s wisdom runs deep. Do you really think Ni Huibo could fool him? Your pettiness knows no bounds. I refuse to let the Ni family fall to ruin at your hands. Today, I will inform the n that your position as the young patriarch is revoked. I hope you learn to be more magnanimous in the future!¡±


    Ignoring the blood trickling down his forehead, Ni Situo fixed a furious gaze on Ni Xianjian.


    ¡°Get out!¡± Ni Xianjian¡¯s voice wasced with extreme disappointment. He was well aware of the mayor¡¯s true intentions for visiting, which only intensified his anger towards Ni Situo¡¯s behavior.

 Chapter 20

    C20 ¨C Longevity Sword


    Ni Xianjian sat silently in his seat for an extended period, casting nces at Ni Huibo, who stood by his side. He attempted to speak several times but found himself at a loss for words.


    ¡°I¡¯m deeply remorseful about how I¡¯ve treated your father, and I feel the same towards you. I never imagined that Ni Situo would harbor such resentment towards me,¡± Ni Xianjian said, looking into Ni Huibo¡¯s clear eyes, his own sense of guilt intensifying. After a moment, he exined, ¡°Ni Situo is my only son. His mother passed away when he was very young, and I was often absent from his life. Servants and guards were his onlypanions over the years, which led to his arrogant demeanor. I truly owe him a great deal. I stripped him of his title as junior family head in hopes of reshaping his character while he¡¯s still young. So, Huibo, please don¡¯t dwell on it.¡±


    Ni Huibo could sense the disappointment and guilt weighing on Ni Xianjian¡¯s voice and quickly responded, ¡°Uncle, you haven¡¯t failed to honor my father¡¯s trust in you. I¡¯ve felt your care and concern for me. I once believed you disliked or even hated me, thinking perhaps my parents had wronged the family, which is why you avoided discussing them. I never realized there was such aplex story behind it all. You¡¯ve considered my father¡¯s and my welfare so thoroughly. You¡¯ve lived up to my father¡¯s trust.¡±


    Ni Huibo went on, ¡°My brother¡¯s misunderstanding stems from ourck of interaction; he simply doesn¡¯t know me well. Given the chance, I hope to clear things up with him in the future.¡±


    At this juncture, Ni Huibo felt a tinge of envy towards Ni Situo. Regardless of a child¡¯s misbehavior or the gravity of their mistakes, a father¡¯s instinct is to first question his own shorings, believing he has failed in their upbringing and that the child is not to me. This mindset proved difficult to escape, even for his uncle, a man known for his logical and cool demeanor.


    Ni Xianjian nodded, then steered the conversation in a new direction. ¡°Huibo, after our discussion about your father this morning, I remembered he left a sword for you when he entrusted you to my care. Come with me to my room; today, I will formally present the sword to you.¡±


    ¡°The sword my father left behind?¡±


    Upon hearing Ni Xianjian¡¯s words, Ni Huibo shuddered. ¡°My father left a sword for me?¡± he pondered.


    Ni Xianjian led Ni Huibo to his room, where he retrieved a box, roughly three feet in length, from beneath the bed.


    Opening the box, Ni Xianjian gently caressed the cool de and said to Ni Huibo, ¡°I had always thought this sword would remain hidden in this box until my dying day. I never anticipated that it would be brought out again on your sixteenth birthday.¡±


    ¡°Your father was extremely fond of swordsmanship. However, the sword he wielded at twenty wasn¡¯t this one. I¡¯m not sure where he found this sword, but when he departed, the only thing he left you was this very sword. He must have held it in high regard.¡± Ni Xianjian¡¯s voice wavered silently as he spoke of Ni Chunwen.


    After a brief pause, Ni Xianjian lifted the sword from the box and handed it to Ni Huibo.


    With hands quivering, Ni Huibo epted the sword. ¡°Is this truly the sword my father bequeathed to me?¡± he wondered silently. He tenderly ran his fingers over every inch of the sword, which had once been his father¡¯s constantpanion. Now, with the sword by his side, it felt as though his father was still with him.


    Ni Huibo drew the sword and examined it closely.


    The sword measured approximately two feet and six inches, forged from ck iron, both light and slender. It was adorned with diamond-shaped patterns that lent it an air of mystery. Unlike other swords, its de was not perfectly straight; the spine was sharply defined, with the widest part situated about half a foot from the tip, tapering into an inward curve before bulging out again towards the pointed end. The entire de glowed with a cyan hue, signaling its keen edge.


    Upon closer inspection, Ni Huibo noticed an inscription on the hilt. He moved the sword into the candlelight and discerned two characters: Longevity. ¡°Were these words etched by my father, or by a previous owner of the sword?¡± he mused.


    Without dwelling on it, Ni Huibo decided not to ponder over a name for the sword. Given the inscription, he resolved to call it the Longevity Sword.


    The Longevity Sword was Ni Huibo¡¯s first weapon, and he shared his father¡¯s fondness for swordsmanship. Ni Xianjian wondered if this shared passion was the subtle bond between father and son.


    Ni Xianjian watched with joy as Ni Huibo lovingly caressed each part of the sword. His thoughts drifted, ¡°Second brother, I¡¯m entrusting your sword to Ni Huibo today. I hope it will guard him well and that together they will carve out a legacy as illustrious as yours once was in the Croburg Kingdom.¡±


    ¡°Ni Huibo, I once forbade you from pursuing cultivation so you could live a peaceful life like any other person. But now that you¡¯ve embarked on the path of cultivation through your own diligence, it¡¯s time for a detailed discussion. Mightcairn City is home to three prominent families: the Lee family, the Xu family, and our own Ni family. These families host a martial arts contest every December.


    ¡°In the Croburg Kingdom, strengthmands respect. Lesser families and powers align themselves with the mighty. Each family selects their strongest member topete. Thus, every September, the Ni family holds apetition for those under eighteen, and the top five are chosen.¡±


    ¡°The five champions gain ess to the Martial Hall¡¯s sacred grounds, where they can seek and train in the advanced cultivation methods left by our ancestors. I want you to im first ce in the martial arts contest. If youck even this basic skill, how will you ever seek vengeance?¡±


    Ni Xianjian observed Ni Huibo¡¯s reactions closely as he spoke.


    He had two reasons for encouraging Ni Huibo to enter the three-familypetition.


    Firstly, Ni Huibo¡¯s participation could inspire ambition in the Ni family¡¯s youth. The Ni family¡¯s standing in Mightcairn was perilously close to decline, and a loss now could lead to their downfall¡ªa prospect Ni Xianjian dreaded.


    Secondly, the adversary of his second brother wielded overwhelming power, rendering the Ni family insignificant inparison. If Ni Huibo couldn¡¯t make a significant impact in Mightcairn, Ni Xianjian would have to quash any hopes of avenging his brother. Under no circumstances could he allow Ni Huibo to rush headlong into certain death.


    ¡°Uncle, I will definitely take first ce,¡± Ni Huibo dered, his fists clenched tightly with resolve.


    He couldn¡¯t possibly give up this chance. Fear was not an option for him; his uncle was the only lead to discovering his enemy¡¯s identity. He was aware that missing out on this opportunity would mean never learning his foe¡¯s name for the rest of his life. Without that, he would lose all hope of finding his father.


    ?¡±I¡¯ve informed the entire family that you¡¯re permitted to practice the cultivation method,¡± Ni Xianjian advised. ¡°Don¡¯t rush for quick sess. It¡¯s essential to build a solid foundation step by step. The Martial Hall is an excellent ce for honing your martial skills, as you currentlyck realbat experience. Spend time there observing and learning. If you have any questions about your training, feel free to ask me or your aunt. For the sake of our family¡¯s safety, I¡¯ve kept your father¡¯s situation from your aunt, and I¡¯d like you to do the same.¡±


    ¡°Uncle, I went to the Martial Hall today hoping to deepen my understanding of cultivation, but instead, I realized the power of each martial skill,¡± Ni Huibo said earnestly. ¡°I¡¯mcking in both skills and experience. But rest assured, starting today, I¡¯ll dedicate myself to training and won¡¯t disappoint you.¡± He then thought of his aunt, who had always shown him silent support. ¡°My aunt has been so kind to me. While I don¡¯t like keeping secrets from her, I can¡¯t risk putting her in danger. I¡¯ll keep my father¡¯s matters to myself.¡±


    Ni Xianjian nodded, his face showing a mix of pride and relief. ¡°Alright, go on now,¡± he said with a dismissive wave.


    Ni Huibo nodded in acknowledgment, bid his uncle farewell, and departed.


    ?Back in his room, Ni Huiboy on his bed, his mind buzzing with an exhrating sense of purpose. Armed with some knowledge of his parents, iplete as it was, he knew that fulfilling his uncle¡¯s request would unlock the remaining secrets.


    Now, with the ability to cultivate and master various martial skills, he was embarking on a journey he hadn¡¯t dared to dream of in sixteen years. Ni Huibo caressed the Longevity Sword lying beside him and was lost in contemtion.


    ?The Longevity Sword by his side was the sole legacy his father had left behind. Holding it in his hands, he felt a profound sense of security.


    He was determined to take part in every event, be it the Ni family¡¯s internal elections or the grandpetition among the three major ns.

 Chapter 21

    C21 ¨C Goodbye to Teng Feimei


    The next day, Teng Feimei got dressed up and dashed to Teng Junlu¡¯s room. She took his hand and pleaded with a pout, ¡°Dad, will you take me out today? Yesterday, you were off visiting a friend. If you make me stay in and practice like yesterday, I¡¯m going to tell Mom. You don¡¯t love me at all anymore.¡±


    The day before, Teng Junlu had been away from the Ni family residence when the mayor visited, missing the chance to speak with him. He was contemting a visit today, but given the current circumstances, it seemed unlikely.


    ?With a resigned shake of his head, Teng Junlu replied, ¡°We¡¯ll head to the main hall first. We¡¯ll discuss your outing with the Ni family patriarch before deciding.¡±


    ¡°Oh,¡± Teng Feimei responded, yfully sticking out her tongue.


    ?In the Ni family¡¯s main hall, Ni Xianjian noticed Teng Junlu and Teng Feimei¡¯s arrival and promptly instructed his staff to prepare the meal. Meanwhile, Teng Feimei was animatedly chatting and tugging at Teng Junlu¡¯s hand, who kept shaking his head in response.


    ?Ni Xianjian inquired, ¡°Junlu, what¡¯s the matter?¡±


    Teng Junlu gestured towards Teng Feimei and exined, ¡°I had nned to visit the Mightcairn mayor today, but my daughter is adamant that I take her out to the streets to y.¡±


    Ni Xianjian chuckled and offered a solution, ¡°Why worry? It¡¯s certainly not ideal for you to take the youngdy out. How about I have some girls her age from my family apany her instead?¡±


    Teng Junlu¡¯s face brightened, ¡°That¡¯s an excellent idea. Feimei, I do have important matters to attend to today. We¡¯re not yet acquainted with Mightcairn. Mr. Ni and his family have lived here for years; they know all the best spots for food and fun. It would be better for you to join them.¡±


    Teng Feimei sulked for a moment but then her expression quickly turned to delight. ¡°Mr. Ni, is Ni Huiboing along?¡±


    Ni Xianjian paused, then burst intoughter, ¡°Certainly! I¡¯ll have Ni Huibo apany you. He¡¯s a boy and might not know what you girls like, so I¡¯ll also call Ni Shang and Ni Yirong to join you.¡±


    After dinner, Ni Xianjian summoned Ni Huibo, Ni Shang, and Ni Yirong. ¡°Today, you¡¯ll apany Feimei on a walk. Look after one another and ensure there are no mishaps.¡±


    ¡°Yes,¡± the trio responded in chorus.


    Ni Huibo alone was taken aback.


    Was this not the youngdy from the other night? Was she still with the Ni family?


    Unable to resist, Ni Huibo nced up only to catch Feimei¡¯s gaze. She winked at him, causing Ni Huibo to quickly avert his eyes, his cheeks and ears flushing a deep red.


    Teng Feimei chuckled. She seemed quite amused by Ni Huibo¡¯s difort.


    They ventured out from the mansion, wandering aimlessly.


    The Ni sisters had spent their lives in Mightcairn. They appeared more curious about Teng Feimei and Ni Huibo than in their own amusement, peppering them with questions as they walked.


    Having scarcely left the mansion in sixteen years, Ni Huibo found everything fascinating. However, being naturally reticent, he struggled to engage in conversation with the Ni girls, merely responding to their inquiries.


    Teng Feimei, with the curiosity of a child, was drawn to anything novel and entertaining. Spotting a candy sculptor¡¯s stall, she excitedly dragged Ni Shang over.


    ¡°Sir, could you craft four sugar figures in our likeness?¡± Teng Feimei said, promptly paying the craftsman before Ni Shang or the others could offer their coins.


    The old man, never before graced by such a lovely patron, joyfully epted and set to work on the sugar figures.


    Ni Huibo had little interest in such trinkets. He scanned the surroundings, his attention captured by a nearby gathering crowd. What could be drawing such a throng?


    Once the sugar figures wereplete, Teng Feimei expressed her gratitude to the craftsman. Noticing Ni Huibo¡¯s fixed stare, she followed his gaze to the crowd. Was there some spectacle drawing their attention?


    Ever eager for excitement, Teng Feimei dashed towards the assembly, with Ni Huibo reluctantly trailing behind her.


    ¡°Lee Yayue?¡±


    Ni Yirong and Ni Shang exchanged a nce, both detecting the mutual distaste for the individual in question.


    Lee Yayue, the youngest daughter of the Lee family, had been coddled and indulged from a young age, resulting in her capricious nature. It was apparent she had gotten into another altercation. Regardless of whether Lee Yayue was in the right or wrong, the other party involved was undoubtedly in for a heap of trouble.


    ¡°You bumped into me. Why haven¡¯t you apologized?¡± Lee Yayue demanded loudly.


    The man, recognizing Lee Yayue¡¯s status, was visibly terrified as he stammered, ¡°Miss, I did apologize to you already. I was in a rush today and identally bumped into you. I truly hope you can forgive me.¡±


    ¡°Are you suggesting I¡¯m deaf? You clearly haven¡¯t apologized, and yet you have the audacity to argue here in front of everyone.¡± Lee Yayue, unustomed to being contradicted, especially publicly, felt her face flush with anger. ¡°Teach him a lesson,¡± shemanded.


    A burly man stepped forward from behind her, approaching the used.


    ¡°Miss, please forgive me¡­¡± The man¡¯s plea was cut short as the burly man delivered a kick, using only half his strength but enough to potentially break his leg.


    ¡°This is utterly uneptable,¡± Teng Feimei remarked, ready to intervene, but Ni Shang quickly held her back.


    ¡°Miss Feimei, you mustn¡¯t go. If you defend that man now, it will only infuriate Lee Yayue further. She¡¯s only broken his leg so far. If you intervene, his life could be at risk,¡± Ni Shang cautioned, her eyes zing with indignation.


    ¡°Are we to just let her continue this tyranny?¡±


    Teng Feimei, having heard Ni Shang¡¯s words, reluctantly contained her fury. She was only visiting Mightcairn for a few days. While she could seek justice for the man and then return to her tranquil life at home, he would no longer be safe to remain in Mightcairn.


    Lee Yayue sneered at the sight of the man now unconscious from pain. As she turned to leave, her eyes caught sight of two figures in the distance.


    ¡°Aren¡¯t those the twin sisters from the Ni family? I¡¯ve heard you both did quite well on the Leap Test. I¡¯m curious to see how you¡¯ll fare in thepetition among the three great families. Or perhaps you won¡¯t even qualify topete? It would be such a shame if you were knocked out during the Ni family¡¯s own contest.¡± She nced at the sisters¡¯ expressions and, with a smile, continued on her way to the rouge shop with her entourage.


    ¡°Sister, why did you stop me? I wanted to give her a piece of my mind. Without the Lee family backing her, she wouldn¡¯t stand a chance,¡± Ni Yirong grumbled in frustration.


    ¡°We don¡¯t need to stoop to her level. I¡¯ll silence her during the martial arts contest of the three great families,¡± Ni Shang replied, her fists clenched and eyes zing with fury.


    In that moment, Ni Huibo took note of Lee Yayue.


    He wondered if perhaps he, too, should make her face some consequences.

 Chapter 22

    C22 ¨C The Power of the Longevity Sword


    Ni Huibo stood alone in his courtyard, the Longevity Sword in hand. Strands of spiritual energy coursed through his body, converging into the de.


    ¡°This High rity Mantra is truly bizarre. I¡¯ve practiced it for so long with no apparent benefits.¡±


    Since returning home, Ni Huibo had dedicated himself to mastering the sword technique, driven by a relentless desire to grow stronger. From the moment he began his cultivation journey, this urge had propelled him, leaving no room for pause. Yet, the first sword technique he had chosen proved to be a formidable challenge.


    The High rity Mantra¡¯s moves could infinitely vary, posing a significant challenge for him, particrly the requirement to forget his moves in battle. In such critical moments, forgetting could mean defeat, or worse.


    Ni Huibo thrust his long sword against the worn courtyard wall.


    ¡°The book must have its reasons for this approach,¡± he mused, eyeing the faint marks on the wall with a hint of dissatisfaction.


    ?Closing his eyes, Ni Huibo expelled all thoughts from his mind. Clutching the Longevity Sword, it began to emit a subtle green glow, barely perceptible unless closely observed.


    The emergence of the green light unleashed a powerful force that surged in all directions, causing the courtyard¡¯s greenery to sway violently.


    Completely absorbed in a state of rity, Ni Huibo reveled in the celestial music that seemed to whisper in his ears. His body rxed, filled with vitality, as an unseen strength gathered in his hand.


    Then, he acted.


    With a mere flick of his wrist, the Longevity Sword cut through the air, trailing a streak of green light. This ethereal light, seemingly delicate enough to dissipate with a breath, struck the old wall.


    ?A soft noise followed, and a palm-sized fissure appeared where the light had touched, its edges smooth as ss.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s eyes fluttered open, his mind foggy as if emerging from a deep slumber. He stretched, working through the stiffness that enveloped him.


    ¡°What just happened?¡± he murmured, eyebrows knitting in confusion. He recalled letting go of all tension, clearing his mindpletely, then feeling an overwhelming power coalesce in his hand, his being enveloped by an ocean of spiritual energy.


    ¡°Longevity Sword!¡±


    Ni Huibo¡¯s heart skipped a beat. He quickly raised his right hand to inspect it. The de of the Longevity Sword still shimmered with an odd light, and the surrounding spiritual energy was converging towards it, albeit at a snail¡¯s pace, barely perceptible.


    He gazed at the Longevity Sword for a while, pondering in silence.


    The sensation he had experienced was peculiar. In that instant, he had lost all awareness of the technique he was practicing. He had nearly forgotten himself.


    It was as though he had merged with the universe, with the Longevity Sword in his grasp dictating everything.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s eyes were fixed on the long sword, his expression grave.


    His uncle had mentioned that his father was once a top-tier prodigy. Given that the Longevity Sword was his father¡¯s chosen weapon, it surely held some extraordinary secrets.


    With this thought, Ni Huibo lifted his head and looked ahead.


    A gap had appeared in the gray-white wall. Ni Huibo stepped forward and touched the gap with his left index finger, feeling a surge of astonishment. Such a clean cut was beyond the capabilities of his current skill level.


    Lost in thought, he was jolted by a sudden loud noise.


    The courtyard door was forcefully kicked open, and several young men strode in. They appeared to be about Ni Huibo¡¯s age, yet they carried themselves with an air of haughty arrogance.


    Ni Huibo watched them with a hint of confusion. These were fellow n disciples who usually paid him no mind. Since Ni Huibo had always stayed in this courtyard, they had seldom even seen him.


    He bore no grudges against them, so what brought them here?


    With this question in mind, Ni Huibo straightened his clothes and approached them. He was about to inquire when they preempted him.


    The one leading the group was a youth who looked slightly more mature. If Ni Huibo¡¯s memory served him right, this individual was slightly older than Ni Situo. He had encountered him once before; his name was Ni Zongzhao.


    ?¡±Ni Huibo, I¡¯ve heard you¡¯ve been receiving quite favorable treatmenttely,¡± Ni Zongzhao remarked, his voice even but his face etched with mockery. The other youths behind him stepped forward, surveying the small courtyard with evident curiosity.


    ¡°The Chief has taken quite a liking to himtely.¡±


    ¡°I¡¯ve heard as well that Ms. Teng has been spending a lot of time with him.¡±


    Ni Huibo cocked his head, a bit puzzled. He responded promptly, ¡°Gentlemen, I¡¯ve merely been fortunate.¡±


    ¡°Who are you calling ¡®gentleman¡¯? You¡¯re not in a position to say that.¡±


    As soon as these words were spoken, the group¡¯s brows furrowed, particrly Ni Zongzhao, who was leading them. A look of distaste crossed his face. He gave Ni Huibo a disdainful nce and said with a coldugh, ¡°You¡¯re nothing but a waste. It would be in your best interest not to cross us!¡±


    Ni Huibo¡¯s brow creased slightly.


    He was unclear about their intentions, but he was not about to tolerate such disrespect.


    ¡°Gentlemen, it¡¯s rather chilly here. Perhaps it¡¯s best if you leave soon.¡±

 Chapter 23

    C23 ¨C Little Courtyard Competition


    ¡°Ni Huibo, what do you mean by that?¡±


    The words had barely left his mouth when a young man standing to the side suddenly shouted and advanced two steps. But he was promptly intercepted by Ni Zongzhao.


    ¡°With the patriarch backing you, you¡¯ve grown quite bold. You don¡¯t even take us into consideration anymore.¡±


    Ni Zongzhao then slowly approached, his gaze fixed icily on Ni Huibo. His presence was subtly palpable, exerting an invisible pressure on Ni Huibo.


    He towered over Ni Huibo, his height advantage adding to his imposing demeanor. Yet, regardless of his frosty stare or the palpable aura emanating from him, Ni Huibo¡¯s expression remained unchanged.


    ¡°Just as Big Brother Ni Situo predicted, this kid must have studied the ways of cultivation. How else could a mere mortal remain soposed in such a situation?¡±


    Ni Zongzhao mused internally, his face growing sterner. He was there on Ni Situo¡¯s implicit orders. Even though Ni Situo had been stripped of his title as the young patriarch, he was still the patriarch¡¯s son. Ni Huibo, on the other hand, was an outsider. Ni Zongzhao was clear about where his loyalties should lie.


    ¡°After this is resolved, Ni Situo will surely see me in a new light. My status within the n is bound to rise.¡±


    Despite being older, he still referred to Ni Situo as ¡®big brother¡¯ out of respect for his seniority and direct lineage. Many in their generation were staunch supporters of Ni Situo. Ni Huibo had been drawing attentiontely and was even responsible for Ni Situo¡¯s loss of the young patriarch title. They certainly wouldn¡¯t stand idly by. Unlike Ni Huibo, who had grown up outside their traditions, they had been steeped in the secr world from a young age and ced great importance on power and influence.


    Now, Ni Huibo presented himself as an excellent stepping stone for Ni Zongzhao¡¯s ambitions.


    With this thought, a shadow of cunning flickered in Ni Zongzhao¡¯s eyes. He suddenly extended his left hand, resting it on Ni Huibo¡¯s shoulder.


    ¡°A person should be aware of their limitations. Trash will always be trash. Don¡¯t delude yourself with thoughts of advancement. Someone like you belongs in this decrepit courtyard for life, understand?¡± He spoke nonchntly, all the while covertly channeling spiritual energy within. The energy flowed steadily into his hand, the force behind his grip intensifying.


    ¡°What are you implying?¡±


    Ni Huibo¡¯s brow creased slightly as he felt the pressure on his shoulder intensify. He couldn¡¯t help but let out a stifled groan. He sensed that his opponent¡¯s cultivation was somewhatckingpared to his own. However, he refrained from taking action out of respect for the nurturing he had received from his family over the years, not wanting to upset his eldest uncle.


    A smirk slowly spread across Ni Zongzhao¡¯s face upon hearing the groan, his lips curling into a sneer. He believed Ni Huibo was too weak to withstand his force, considering his strength to be mediocre. Perhaps Ni Huibo had employed some trick to curry temporary favor with the n leader.


    His hand gradually withdrew, acting as though nothing had transpired. The slight concern he had previously felt, prompted by Ni Situo¡¯s warning, faded away.


    ¡°Ni Huibo, I¡¯ve heard you¡¯ve been practicing your swordsmanshiptely?¡± Ni Zongzhao abruptly shifted the conversation.


    ?¡±Yes,¡± Ni Huibo responded, nodding. A strand of spiritual energy coursed through him, soothing the soreness in his shoulder caused by Ni Zongzhao.


    ¡°Excellent. I¡¯ve studied sword techniques myself. How about a friendly match?¡±


    Having gauged Ni Huibo¡¯s average cultivation, Ni Zongzhao dropped the verbal jabs and proposed a duel. The secluded courtyard left Ni Huibo with little choice but to ept. Ni Zongzhao nned to ¡®identally¡¯ leave Ni Huibo incapacitated¡­


    The Ni family prohibited violence among kin, yet sparring for progress was eptable. idental injuries during such exchanges were not umon. Should the matter escte to the patriarch, there would be little to say; what¡¯s done is done.


    A gleam of anticipation shone in his eyes at the thought. Crippling Ni Huibo would surely elevate his status within the Ni family, especially once the patriarch reinstated Ni Situo¡¯s identity.


    The young men with him also perked up at the prospect. They were ustomed to following Ni Situo¡¯s lead.


    ?With this in mind, they subtly formed a half-circle, effectively blocking the doorway. To them, Ni Huibo was like amb to the ughter.


    ?¡±Alright,¡± Ni Huibo agreed, much to their surprise.


    Ni Zongzhao was ted. Though he had been prepared to coerce Ni Huibo intopliance, this turn of events would undoubtedly spare him considerable hassle.


    ¡°You¡¯re quite astute. I¡¯ll be sure to go easy on youter.¡±


    A sinister smile crept across Ni Zongzhao¡¯s face as he stepped back and slowly drew the long sword from his waist.


    The sword, forged from fine steel, gleamed with a chilling light, its de etched with several unusual patterns¡ªa clear mark of a master craftsman¡¯s hand.


    Gripping the sword in one hand, Ni Zongzhao lowered his stance slightly, the tip of the de glinting coldly as he aimed it directly at Ni Huibo.


    ¡°Don¡¯t use me of bullying you. You make the first move.¡±


    Buoyed by the thought of Ni Situo¡¯s promise once this was settled, Ni Zongzhao couldn¡¯t help but feel upbeat, and he spoke with a clear, confident voice.


    Ni Huibo arched an eyebrow, casting a nce at Ni Zongzhao before inspecting the Longevity Sword in his grasp. He nodded faintly. His willingness to engage in this duel stemmed primarily from a desire to gauge his own strength and to practice the High rity Mantra. Indeed, without the test of actualbat, it was challenging to grasp such sensations.


    ¡°Take care.¡±


    With a slight bow, Ni Huibo offered a word of caution.


    No sooner had the words left his lips than the spiritual energy within him surged to life, coursing wildly through his limbs and body.


    In that instant, Ni Huibo¡¯s movements became more fluid, his Longevity Sword shimmering with a barely perceptible glow. He lunged forward, his de tracing a bizarre arc as it sped towards Ni Zongzhao.


    With a coldugh, Ni Zongzhao, who had been readying himself, reacted. His torso arched back sharply in an attempt to evade Ni Huibo¡¯s strike, while his own sword swept forward, targeting Ni Huibo¡¯s abdomen with lethal precision. His response was swift, his de exceedingly sharp.

 Chapter 24

    C24 ¨C Teng Feimei Came


    He had sorely underestimated Ni Huibo.


    The Longevity Swordcked a fierce killing aura and an overwhelming presence; it seemed utterly harmless.


    But that was merely Ni Zongzhao¡¯s perspective.


    As he leaned back, the Longevity Sword came to an abrupt halt, then veered in a new direction and lunged at him once more. This caught him off guard, as if Ni Huibo had anticipated his dodge, controlling the situation with ease.


    Changing direction mid-attack with the Longevity Sword was a formidable challenge without prior preparation. This wasn¡¯t a routine training session; altering course on the fly required exceptional mastery over Spiritual Qi.


    ¡°Hasn¡¯t Ni Huibo only just begun to learn the ways of cultivation? How could he manage this?¡±


    Ni Zongzhao was both stunned and infuriated. Despite his confidence in his own attack, if the battle continued in this vein, he was bound to be struck by the Longevity Sword. With no other options, he lunged forward, his body losing all bnce, and crashed heavily to the ground.


    Luckily, the courtyard, though somewhat dpidated, had a path that Ni Huibo kept impably clean, sparing Ni Zongzhao from a dusty downfall.


    The Longevity Sword whizzed past Ni Zongzhao, who narrowly escaped its edge.


    ¡°Your footwork is quite impressive,¡± Ni Huiboplimented with genuine admiration.


    It was rare for someone to react so swiftly in such a critical moment. Ni Huibo himself doubted he could have devised a better response.


    Yet, Ni Zongzhao took it as mockery.


    His expression darkened instantly.


    He had assumed victory was in his grasp, even allowing Ni Huibo the first move. He hadn¡¯t anticipated this turn of events, which to him was an utter disgrace. Moreover, Ni Zongzhao¡¯s words only fueled his rage.


    Spiritual energy surged within him as the surrounding youths exchanged nces and discreetly stepped back, their eyes betraying a hint of schadenfreude.


    ¡°Ni Zongzhao is truly enraged. Ni Huibo is in for a lesson,¡± one murmured.


    ¡°Not even Big Brother Ni Situo could defeat him with ease,¡± another added.


    ¡°How many more moves do you think Ni Huibo can withstand?¡±


    The bystanders showed no inclination to intervene. To them, the worse Ni Huibo fared, the better. They spected that Ni Situo might be pleased with such an oue and possibly reward them for it.


    Just then, a figure silently materialized at the courtyard entrance. She was tall and slender, a gentle breeze ying with a strand of hair resting on her brow.


    ?¡±Teng Feimei?¡±


    Ni Huibo was quick to notice her, especially since he was already facing the door. Puzzlement flickered across his face, but before he could voice his questions, Ni Zongzhao, in a fit of rage, lunged at him with his sword. Ni Huibo had no choice but to swiftly evade the attack.


    Teng Feimei stood at the threshold, surveying the scene with a slight furrow in her brow, yet she remained silent. Her sharp intellect allowed her to immediately discern the intentions of those present, and she felt no urgency to interfere. Instead, she saw this as an opportunity to gauge Ni Huibo¡¯s capabilities.


    Teng Feimei had immense confidence in his abilities and was ready to step in should the unexpected ur.


    The skirmish within the courtyard raged on. Though it was merely a sparring match, Ni Zongzhao¡¯s frustration at his earlier losses fueled his fury, driving him to strike with merciless intent.


    ?Ni Huibo was entirely focused on dodging Ni Zongzhao¡¯s relentless assault. A misstep could result in a serious wound from the sword. His spiritual energy surged around him as he evaded and simultaneously delved into the nuances of the High rity Mantra. His strikes were effortless, as he aspired to master his techniques to the point of instinct. Yet, the challenge was daunting.


    A faint sound signaled a near miss as Ni Zongzhao¡¯s long sword grazed Ni Huibo¡¯s clothing, barely missing his abdomen.


    Ni Zongzhao had approached the duel confident of victory, but his prolonged, fruitless onught was eroding his sanity. His intent had escted beyond merely maiming Ni Huibo; given the chance, he would not hesitate to end his life.


    ¡°This is bad.¡±


    The concern was evident among the young onlookers as they recognized the dangerous shift in Ni Zongzhao¡¯s demeanor.


    They were also keen to curry favor with Ni Situo, but at most, they were prepared to give Ni Huibo a stern reprimand. They weren¡¯t brave enough to take a life. After all, they were just a bunch of teenagers with no blood on their hands. Besides, Ni Huibo was quite favored by the n leader.


    ¡°Brother Ni Zongzhao wouldn¡¯t actually kill Ni Huibo, would he?¡± one of them said anxiously, contemting whether to intervene.


    ?If Ni Huibo were to die, the patriarch would be enraged, and they would certainly not escape me. The group was growing restless, ready to intervene at a moment¡¯s notice.


    Meanwhile, Teng Feimei, who had been silently observing from the doorway, was discreetly gathering her spiritual energy. Ni Huibo was currently being overpowered, and she was unaware that he was trying to master the Clear Qi Method. Should he find himself in peril, she was prepared toe to his aid, given her favorable impression of him.


    Just then, the dynamics of the confrontation took an unexpected turn.


    ¡°I¡¯ve worn these clothes for many years,¡± Ni Huibo said, as he suddenly leapt backward, his gaze fixed on his garment with a grave look.


    ?He had been in this small courtyard for far too long, intimately acquainted with every de of grass and tree within it. These clothes, in particr, had been with him for years. Despite the changes in his status within the n, he had never wanted to part with them.


    The clothes were somewhat worn but impably clean.


    ?¡±You really are worthless, getting sentimental over some tattered clothes!¡± Ni Zongzhao halted his assault, his voice dripping with scorn. ¡°Your father would be so disgusted by this sight; it would kill him!¡±


    ¡°What did you say?¡± Ni Huibo¡¯s head shot up, his brow furrowed in anger.?

 Chapter 25

    C25 ¨C Teng Feimei¡¯s n


    ¡°I suspect your father would be absolutely livid if he witnessed this!¡± Ni Zongzhao¡¯s face twisted into a snarl as he forced the words through clenched teeth, his eyes brimming with scorn.


    The moment his voice faded, an unsettling silence fell over the courtyard.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s eyes narrowed, his body¡¯s spiritual energy surging to life. The Longevity Sword in his grasp glowed more fiercely, radiating an enigmatic and arcane aura.


    Then, he made his move.


    In a blur, Ni Huibo appeared before Ni Zongzhao. With no sign or borate technique, he swung the Longevity Sword with overwhelming force.


    His speed was astonishing. By the time Ni Zongzhao registered the danger, the sword was already upon him. Wisps of spiritual energy spilled forth, transforming into a crushing tide that bore down on him.


    Shocked and enraged, Ni Zongzhao had no time to evade. He hastily positioned his long sword above him, bracing his hands beneath its de to withstand the iing blow.


    A subtle ripple of spiritual energy emanated from where the two weapons met, dispersing outward. Ni Zongzhao coughed up blood violently, his body hurtling away like a kite severed from its string. He collided with the young men who had arrived with him, knocking them down in a heap.


    With a calm demeanor, Ni Huibo stood holding the Longevity Sword in one hand, his gaze fixed ahead.


    As the young men hit the ground, they inadvertently revealed Teng Feimei standing at the doorway. Their eyes locked.


    Surprise flickered across Teng Feimei¡¯s features. She nced from Ni Huibo to Ni Zongzhao, now prostrate on the ground. A subtle smile graced her lips, dimples punctuating her contemtion.


    ¡°Ni Huibo!¡±


    The youths on the ground scrambled to their feet. Two of them helped Ni Zongzhao, who was clearly struggling to maintain his bnce.


    ¡°Ni Huibo, you dare to injure our own kin? We¡¯ll report this to the patriarch immediately!¡± they bellowed, their faces a mix of anger and fear. Witnessing Ni Zongzhao¡¯s defeat, they were not only shocked but also eager to use Ni Huibo.


    However, before Ni Huibo could respond, Teng Feimei approached with measured steps.


    ¡°Hecked the skill to beat Ni Huibo. Now, after his defeat, he wants to weasel out of it? I saw everything,¡± she said with a hint of contempt to the group of young men. She had little respect for those who,cking in strength, resorted to framing others.


    Upon hearing her words, the youths froze in ce. When they turned and recognized Teng Feimei, they choked back their retorts. With Teng Feimei¡¯s father being close to the Ni family patriarch and her being a disciple of the prime minister, she was not someone they could provoke. Besides, they were in the wrong from the start.


    Reluctantly, they shrank back, not daring to talk back. They shot Ni Huibo a resentful look before awkwardly helping Ni Zongzhao away from the scene.


    ¡°These cowards, they only bully those weaker than themselves. Now that I¡¯m here, they¡¯re suddenly silent,¡± Teng Feimei remarked disdainfully as she watched them leave. Then, turning to Ni Huibo, who remainedposed, she looked at him with curiosity. ¡°Why aren¡¯t you reacting? They were really pushing you around.¡±


    ¡°It was merely a contest,¡± Ni Huibo replied, shaking his head gently. He then took a moment to observe Teng Feimei.


    Her light purple chiffon dress billowed softly, revealing her graceful figure. She stood with her long legs straight, hands sped behind her back, and a mischievous smile on her face that made her quite endearing.


    A blush crept onto Ni Huibo¡¯s cheeks as he remembered the time Teng Feimei had slept in his bed. But he quicklyposed himself and walked to the edge of the room.


    Several potted nts were haphazardly scattered about, some toppled over with soil and broken pottery strewn across the floor. He bent down to pick up the Longevity Sword and leaned it against the wall before starting to tidy the disarray. The intense aura he had emitted with his earlier sword strike had vanished, and in its ce was a young man of gentle demeanor, as ordinary as any other.


    There were numerous shattered pieces, and he handled them with great patience, carefully picking them up one by one and setting them aside.


    In the center of the courtyard stood Teng Feimei, observing Ni Huibo as he meticulously arranged the porcin fragments. A yful smirk crossed her lips before she bounded over to him with a spring in her step. ¡°If you¡¯re so much more capable than those others, why not give them a proper lesson?¡±


    ?¡±It was merely apetition,¡± Ni Huibo responded with a stern face and a tone of conviction. Teng Feimei couldn¡¯t help but chuckle at his serious demeanor, but herughter was short-lived. As she took in his earnest profile, an impulse struck her, and she gathered her sheer skirt to squat beside him.


    ¡°You¡¯re such a good person. Why didn¡¯t you step in and teach Lee Yayue a lesson that day?¡±


    ¡°The others are right; the familypetition is a more suitable venue for our match.¡±


    Ni Huibo spoke with unwavering seriousness, perhaps out of nervousness or simply habit. Teng Feimei gave him a thoughtful look, batting herrge eyes before pressing on, ¡°But what if you don¡¯t face her? The familypetition has its own set of rules. At best, you can defeat her, but you can¡¯t avenge me.¡±


    ¡°And you might not even encounter each other.¡±


    ¡°So, what should I do?¡±


    Finally, Ni Huibo looked up, cing thest porcin shard to the side. Until now, he hadn¡¯t considered these issues; his time secluded in the small courtyard hadn¡¯t lent itself to such strategic thoughts.


    A triumphant smile yed at the corners of Teng Feimei¡¯s mouth, as if she had just won a significant victory. She nced around before leaning in close to Ni Huibo, whispering her n into his ear.


    Her subtle scent filled the air, and a gentle lock of hair brushed against Ni Huibo¡¯s cheek as it floated on the breeze.


    Ni Huibo felt the warmth of her breath and the softness of her voice by his ear, causing his cheeks to flush once more. Fortunately for him, Teng Feimei was engrossed in detailing her ¡°n¡± and didn¡¯t catch his reaction.


    ¡°So, what do you think?¡± she concluded.


    With a casual toss of her head, Teng Feimei¡¯s hair cascaded back over her shoulders, leaving a trace of her fragrance in the air.


    ¡°Alright!¡±


    Ni Huibo was momentarily taken aback, then quickly nodded in agreement. But no sooner had he done so than he regretted it; his attention had been elsewhere, and he hadn¡¯t listened carefully. As he was about to ask for rification, Teng Feimei bounded out of the courtyard, leaving only her graceful silhouette behind.


    ¡°What should I do now?¡±


    Ni Huibo¡¯s brow furrowed in frustration.


    ¡°I was somewhat distracted earlier. I only caught her mentioning something about taking covert action,¡± he mused, rooted to the spot. After a long deliberation, he gritted his teeth in determination. Casting a nce at the Longevity Sword beside him, he picked it up and stepped out of the courtyard.

 Chapter 26

    C26 ¨C Steal the Fight


    Ni Huibo and hispanions had taken quite a beating from Ni Zongzhao, but with Teng Feimei present, they were forced to abandon any thoughts of retaliation. As a result, Ni Huibo¡¯s journey out was uneventful, as if the confrontation had never urred. Yet, the gazes of several young members of the n had noticeably changed when they looked at him¡ªsome were surprised, others fearful, clearly aware that Ni Zongzhao had been bested by him.


    ?With a nonchnt air, Ni Huibo left the Ni family residence. However, the moment he crossed the threshold, he stopped dead in his tracks, realizing he had no idea where Lee Yayue might be.


    He nced around, and the young members from the various families met his gaze before quickly moving away. The youth who was once scorned by all had, without their noticing, be formidable, inspiring a sense of fear with his growing list of feats.


    ¡°It looks like I need to prepare a bit,¡± Ni Huibo mused, shaking his head. He had indeed been too hasty and overlooked these details. His cheeks flushed slightly as he recalled the recent events, the scent still seemingly lingering at the tip of his nose.


    ?Just then, he felt something move in his hand. Ni Huibo looked down to see a child stealthily standing next to him, who had just slipped a small paper ball into his palm before darting off without a trace.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s eyebrows lifted in contemtion. He unfurled the paper ball and read the message.


    ¡°Uprai Tea House.¡±


    ?The words on the paper made everything clear. Ni Huibo was far from foolish; he immediately deduced that the message was from Teng Feimei. With her skill, tracking someone¡¯s movements was hardly a challenge.


    Without hesitation, he set off briskly in a specific direction.


    The Uprai Tea House was well-known in the city, particrly among the nobility. Despite its name, it was a ce of refinement with steep prices, favored by the elite members of prominent families and wealthy young heirs. It was, in essence, a hub for the affluent and influential.


    In that ce, individuals could mingle with many others who shared simr backgrounds, making it an ideal spot for expanding one¡¯s social circle. Consequently, it was exceedingly popr among the youth.


    Ni Huibo approached the Uprai Tea House, his gaze sweeping over the opulent decor without a flicker of interest. Such ces held no appeal for him; he found them lessfortable than his own modest courtyard.


    Surveying the area, he promptly chose a secluded corner to settle into, quietly observing the passersby on the street.


    ¡°Miss Lee, take care. I won¡¯t see you out.¡±


    ¡°Miss Lee, take care.¡±


    Some time passed before a sudden uproar erupted at the entrance of the tea house. Ni Huibo arched an eyebrow and turned his attention to the source.


    At the doorway stood a woman d in a white robe, exuding an air of haughtiness. Several men were bowing and bidding her farewell with utmost respect.


    ¡°That will be all, you may return. I shall convey your regards to my father,¡± dered Lee Yayue. Her father¡¯s stature within the Lee family ensured that the younger generation was eager to curry favor with her. Their eagerness to serve her brought her great satisfaction, a look of contentment gracing her features.


    The men¡¯s faces lit up with delight at her words. They expressed their gratitude once more before watching her carriage head in the direction of the Lee mansion.


    Ni Huibo cast a nce at the men and shook his head, choosing to remain silent as he discreetly followed the carriage. He found Lee Yayue¡¯s arrogance distasteful, but it was not his ce toment on the affairs of others. Yet, he could not overlook the incident where Lee Yayue, in a fit of displeasure, had broken someone¡¯s leg.


    Having spent most of his time secluded in his courtyard, Ni Huibo was unustomed to such behavior and had already resolved to reprimand her.


    The carriage proceeded at a leisurely pace, with Ni Huibo trailing quietly behind. It wasn¡¯t until they reached a deserted street that he suddenly quickened his steps and surged forward.


    It wasmon knowledge that Lee Yayue, as the eldest daughter of the Lee family, was audacious by nature. She traveled without a guard, which conveniently simplified matters for Ni Huibo.


    His speed was remarkable, and in no time, he was alongside the carriage. The coachman had no chance to react as Ni Huibo delivered a swift strike to the nape of his neck.


    Silently, the driver copsed.


    Ni Huibo cast a wary nce around him, ensuring they were alone before he slowly retrieved a ck coarse cloth sack from his waist, a recent purchase from the street.


    He eyed the opulent carriage and entered with a stern look on his face.


    ¡°Who are you?¡±


    In the courtyard, Teng Feimei watched Ni Huibo as he quietly watered the nts, then burst intoughter.


    Holding her stomach with one hand and pointing at Ni Huibo with the other, she finally managed to say between chuckles, ¡°I asked you tounch a surprise attack on Lee Yayue, to give her a taste of her own medicine. And you actually bagged her up in a sack and gave her a thrashing!¡±


    Teng Feimei stepped forward, resting her hand on Ni Huibo¡¯s shoulder, herughter ringing out.


    Since she had made that suggestion to Ni Huibo the day before, the city had been abuzz with news of Lee Yayue¡¯s beating.


    Rumor had it that the head of the Lee family was furious, offering a hefty reward for the apprehension of the assant. Yet, the incident had urred in a secluded alley with no witnesses.


    Spection was rampant about who could be responsible, with reactions ranging from outrage to quiet approval.


    Little did anyone suspect that the perpetrator was the seemingly gentle young man standing in the courtyard.


    ¡°They say Lee Yayue is now too scared to even step outside, her face covered in bruises. Did you focus on her face?¡± Teng Feimei inquired, barely suppressing her mirth.


    Ni Huibo stopped watering for a moment and nced at Teng Feimei before replying gravely, ¡°She¡¯s a woman; it wouldn¡¯t be right to touch her anywhere else.¡±


    After a brief silence, Teng Feimei picked up another watering can and began to water the nts, mimicking Ni Huibo¡¯s earlier actions.

 Chapter 27

    C27 ¨C Genius Young Man


    ¡°The Dark Orchid is somewhat delicate; you need to water it gently,¡± Ni Huibo remarked, tending to the potted nt before him without ncing back.


    Teng Feimei was taken aback. She clumsily grabbed the spray bottle and began to mimic his actions. As the prime minister¡¯s disciple, her focus was typically on her cultivation, and she had never delved into horticulture. However, she quickly grew more adept. Curiosity piqued, she turned to him and inquired, ¡°Do you spend your days studying these flowers and nts?¡±


    Pausing his work, Ni Huibo set the watering can aside and replied, ¡°My aunt sends me quite a few books each year, so I read whenever I find the time.¡±


    ¡°What about your cultivation?¡± Teng Feimei asked, puzzled.


    She had witnessed Ni Huibo¡¯sbat prowess the day before. He had effortlessly defeated Ni Zongzhao, a first-levelbatant, with a single strike. Ni Huibo was certainly at thete period of the first level, if not already advanced to the second level. It was astonishing that someone of his caliber spent his days engrossed in books and flowers.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s brow furrowed slightly as he pondered her question. ¡°I haven¡¯t focused much on cultivating before. It¡¯s only recently that I¡¯ve embarked on the Immortal Path.¡±


    ¡°You haven¡¯t cultivated much? What realm are you at now?¡±


    ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± he admitted.


    ¡°You don¡¯t know?¡± echoed Teng Feimei, her surprise evident.


    If Ni Huibo hadn¡¯t maintained such a grave demeanor, she might have thought he was deceiving her and reacted angrily.


    For those on the Immortal Path, their cultivation realm is as vital as life itself. Every practitioner monitors their progress closely, cherishing even the slightest advancement in their realm.


    In this age of survival of the fittest, personal power is synonymous with status. Yet here was Ni Huibo, seemingly unaware of his own level.


    ?¡±You¡¯re definitely hiding something. How can you be oblivious to your own strength?¡± Teng Feimei challenged, scrutinizing Ni Huibo as if trying to discern the truth in his expression.


    Ni Huibo met her gaze and asserted firmly, ¡°I¡¯m telling the truth.¡±


    Seeing his serious expression, Teng Feimei couldn¡¯t help but burst intoughter. After her giggles subsided, she extended her palm and said, ¡°Just let me touch your hand, and I¡¯ll be able to gauge your strength.¡±


    She then shed a yful grin.


    Ni Huibo expressed his skepticism, ¡°I¡¯ve read extensively. You won¡¯t fool me.¡±


    With a hint of resignation, Teng Feimei exined, ¡°This is a technique my master taught me. At a lower cultivation level, a simple touch is enough to sense the Spiritual Qi in someone¡¯s body and determine their level.¡±


    ¡°Your master?¡±


    ¡°Yes, the current Prime Minister,¡± Teng Feimei said, her yful demeanor giving way to a look of reverence.


    Ni Huibo nodded, recognizing the name Xue Gui, the prime minister. He rxed and ced his right hand in Teng Feimei¡¯s.


    Her hand was pleasantly warm, and touching it felt soothing. Ni Huibo¡¯s face flushed the moment their hands met, but his curiosity about his own realm overcame his embarrassment, and he kept his hand steady.


    As he fought the impulse to withdraw his hand, a soft voice pulled him from his internal struggle.


    ¡°You¡¯ve reached thete period of the second level?¡± Teng Feimei¡¯s expression shifted from puzzlement to astonishment as she stared at the schrly-looking young man before her, her eyes wide with disbelief.


    ¡°How can that be? I¡¯ve diligently practiced under my master¡¯s guidance every day, and I¡¯ve only reached the middle period of the second level. Yet you, spending your days here tending to the garden and reading, have a higher cultivation level than I do?¡±


    Her cultivation level had always been a source of pride for both her and her father, and even her demanding teacher couldn¡¯t fault her progress. Reaching the middle period of the second level at such a young age made her a prodigy in all of Croburg. And now, she was being outdone by someone who seemed to barely practice at all.


    ¡°Second level,te period?¡± Ni Huibo repeated to himself. By now, he had a preliminary grasp of what the realms signified.


    Teng Feimei fixed a stern gaze on Ni Huibo and demanded, ¡°Be honest with me, what grade is your talent?¡±


    Gone was her usual gentle demeanor, reced by the fiery spirit of a girl who refused to be outdone. She couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that something was amiss. How could someone who hardly practiced have such an advanced realm, even surpassing her own? If his talent was truly that extraordinary, the Ni family would surely have made him a priority.


    Ni Huibo nced at her, his face marked by hesitation.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know either.¡± Being new to the Immortal Path and having never participated in the Leap Test, he had only a rudimentary grasp of such matters and waspletely unaware of his own talents and level of cultivation.


    Teng Feimei pointed at Ni Huibo, her expression one of stunned silence. She seemed on the verge of speaking, but then she quickly recalled what she knew of the young man, which led her to slump in defeat, her arms falling limply to her sides as she murmured, ¡°That makes sense. You¡¯ve been cooped up in this courtyard all day, so of course you wouldn¡¯t know anything.¡±


    Over the recent days, she had pieced together bits of Ni Huibo¡¯s story from conversations with those around her. For reasons that remained murky, he had been out of favor with his family, virtually confined to this courtyard, so his ignorance was to be expected.


    Seeing that Teng Feimei remained silent, Ni Huibo walked over to a corner of the courtyard and began to sweep away the residual dirt with a broom.


    His movements were slow and gentle, yet each sweep of the broom efficiently cleared the ground, leaving not a trace of dust, a testament to his proficiency.


    Teng Feimei watched his sweeping, appearing torn about whether to speak. After a long pause, she gave him a profound look and then left the courtyard.


    Once again, the quiet little enve settled back into its usual tranquility, a state it had maintained for over a decade, with only the soft sound of sweeping drifting through the air.


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 Chapter 28

    C28 ¨C Disaster


    ?As dusk settled over Mightcairn, the city came alive with light. Mansions sparkled, streets glowed, and the atmosphere buzzed with the energy of a daytime market. Girls in vibrant attire mingled with the kaleidoscope ofnterns, while vendors hawked their wares, creating a tapestry of prosperity.


    The Ni family¡¯s estate was no exception to the city¡¯s festive mood. With Teng Si¡¯s departure scheduled for the next day, the household was abuzz with preparations for a grand farewell banquet in his honor. The celebration was as much a testament to his standing as it was to his close rtionship with the family patriarch.


    In addition to the feast, abat exhibition was nned for the evening, allowing onlookers to witness a thrilling spar. Thebatants, all experts at the Great Perfection of the second level, had honed their skills for years and stood on the cusp of advancing to the third level. Such high-caliber battles promised profound insights for those watching, with the potential for epiphanies that could be considered a tremendous gain.


    Among the audience was Ni Huibo, whose eagerness for the sh was palpable. Having spent years in seclusion, his cultivation was respectable, and his knowledge vast from extensive reading. Yet, hecked practicalbat experience. Now, fully aware of his own abilities and having recently advanced to thete period of the second level, he recognized the gap between himself and those at the pinnacle of the Great Perfection. But as they shared the same realm, Ni Huibo knew that careful observation of the duel could yield invaluable lessons, catapulting his prowess to new heights.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s outlook had subtly shifted over the past decade. Embracing the path of cultivation meant he could aspire to follow in his parents¡¯ footsteps. Determined, he refused to let any chance to grow stronger slip by. His ambition was to gain strength, venture beyond his current confines, and ultimately, to trace the path his parents had taken.


    The Ni family¡¯s hall was set for the asion, bathed in the warm glow of candlelight that left no room for shadows. The family¡¯s younger members took their seats at the far end, their focus on the impending battle. Above them sat the esteemed elders from various families, individuals of significant influence, gathered to partake in the night¡¯s events.


    Teng Si and Ni Xianjian were seated at the forefront, engaging in light-hearted conversation over drinks. Teng Feimei sat beside them, listlessly. As a guest, she was given a prominent seat at the front, yet she found herself amidst a circle of elders, rendering her speechless. She could only nce around, seemingly in search of something or someone.


    The initial pleasantries had been exchanged, and now was the time for lively banter and toasting. Despite being guests, the Ni family members maintained a certain reserve, but the hall still buzzed with chatter.


    sses were raised, and toasts made, with asional spills of wine slightly obscuring Teng Feimei¡¯s view. Her demeanor was unusually pleasant as she craned her neck now and then, peering through the crowd.


    ¡°Teng Feimei,¡± Teng Si, positioned at the head of the table, called out gently upon noticing his daughter¡¯s actions, a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.


    She turned, only to find both Teng Si and Ni Xianjian watching her, which brought a flush of color to her cheeks. She quickly bowed her head to mask her difort.


    ?¡±This child,¡± Teng Si said, shaking his head with a smile as he turned to Ni Xianjian. ¡°She¡¯s ustomed to her Master¡¯s training and isn¡¯t used to such gatherings. She¡¯s a bit shy.¡±


    ?¡±Is that so? I beg to differ. It seems her mind is simply elsewhere, not on this feast,¡± Ni Xianjian replied with a twinkle in his eye. He then lifted his ss, proposing, ¡°Brother Teng, let¡¯s enjoy our meal and drink, and then we can resume our friendly rivalry.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s precisely my intention!¡± Teng Si responded with enthusiasm.


    Overhearing Ni Xianjian¡¯s remark, Teng Feimei¡¯s cheeks reddened further. She stole a quick nce at them before slipping away quietly.


    ?¡±Mr. Ni always finds a way to tease me,¡± she murmured to herself, feeling the corridor¡¯s breeze as she drew in a couple of deep breaths.


    ¡°Where on earth could Ni Huibo be? I¡¯ve been looking for him for ages and still no sign,¡± she thought, growing increasingly frustrated. Spotting a pebble at her feet, she gave it a forceful kick, channeling a trace of her spiritual energy into the motion, a testament to her vexation.


    A distant scream pierced the air.


    Teng Feimei raised an eyebrow but didn¡¯t seem too concerned. The rage that had been simmering in her heart hadrgely subsided. She found a seat and settled down, resting her chin in her hands, lost in thought.


    The lights in the hall remained aze.


    Suddenly, a gentle tap on Teng Feimei¡¯s shoulder startled her.


    Her reflexes were lightning-quick, and she spun around, spiritual energy coursing into her hand, ready to strike. But she halted when she recognized the neer as Ni Huibo.


    Ni Huibo looked serious, a hint of displeasure on his face, and a bruise was evident on his forehead.


    ¡°Why are you here? Didn¡¯t you attend the banquet?¡± Teng Feimei asked, her surprise evident. That exined why she hadn¡¯t been able to find him in the hall earlier; he had stepped outside.


    Ni Huibo gave her a look, then nced at the brightly lit hall and shook his head. ¡°I don¡¯t enjoy these sorts of events, so I left,¡± he exined.


    Teng Feimei nodded in understanding. She shared his distaste for the hollow ttery exchanged among the scions of prominent families.


    ¡°Did you happen to see anyone around here just now?¡±


    Teng Feimei paused, taken aback.


    Ni Huibo fixed his gaze on her and spoke earnestly, ¡°I was ambushed a moment ago.¡± He gestured to the bruise on his forehead.


    Teng Feimei¡¯s mind raced, and she quickly pieced things together, recalling the stone she had kicked away earlier.


    Augh almost escaped her, but seeing the gravity etched on his face, she stifled it, her shoulders shaking with the effort.


    ¡°Are you alright?¡± Ni Huibo asked, his brow furrowing.


    ¡°I¡¯m fine. I did catch a glimpse of someone. They seemed to be heading that way!¡± Teng Feimei¡¯s eyes sparkled as she surveyed the area and pointed in a specific direction.


    ?¡±Thank you,¡± Ni Huibo said with a nod, his expression still serious as he dashed off in the direction she indicated.


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 Chapter 29

    C29 ¨C Battle


    The feast in the hall was brief, as they still had a battle ahead of them. After a short time, the attendees gradually made their way outside.


    The hall they had chosen was quite grand, opening onto an expansive area that negated the need for a distant training field.


    The Ni family¡¯s disciples, keen on witnessing the uing sh, crowded the corridor at the front of the hall, clearing the space to avoid the fray.


    ¡°Teng, I might have had a bit too much to drink earlier. Go easy on me, will you?¡± Ni Xianjian strolled to the center of the space, deftly rolling up his sleeves.


    Teng Si chuckled heartily before following suit. He positioned himself about seven or eight meters opposite Ni Xianjian and retorted, ¡°Ni, surely you jest. It¡¯s you who should show some humility.¡±


    Their banter was light-hearted, yet the air was increasingly charged withpetitive tension.


    They had been both friends and rivals for years, always vying to best one another, neither willing to concede.


    ¡°Enough talk,¡± one of them dered. ¡°Let¡¯s give it our all and show these unworthy juniors how it¡¯s done.¡±


    ¡°Exactly my thoughts!¡±


    Teng Si, no longer indulging in small talk, eyed Ni Xianjian, who was exuding a powerful aura, and charged forward. Spiritual Qi swirled around him, his presencemanding as his garments billowed without a breeze.


    As a cultivator at the Great Perfection of the Luminary Stage, his strength and speed were beyond what most could fathom.


    His clothing whipped up a gust of wind, and before the onlookers could even blink, he was confronting Ni Xianjian.


    Forgoing any superfluous techniques, he threw a straightforward punch.


    ?¡±There¡¯s no need for this kind of testing between us,¡± Ni Xianjian said quickly, wasting no time. As he concentrated his Spiritual Qi, he countered with a swift palm strike.


    A burst of Qi energy radiated outward, stirring up dust and sending a refreshing breeze toward the disciples spectating from the corridor.


    ¡°Could a mere testing blow really hold such force?¡±


    Someone gasped aloud. As they witnessed the garments of the two individuals fluttering in the midst of the arena, their faces registered sheer astonishment.


    ¡°Do you realize? Both our chief and Lord Teng are at the pinnacle of the second level, on the verge of ascending to the third level. Such a disy is effortless for them.¡±


    ¡°Absolutely. Even across the entirety of Mightcairn, our leader is among the most formidable.¡±


    A few mocked the astonished young man, yet the amazement in their eyes remained unabated. Despite the patriarch¡¯s exceptional prowess, his status typically precluded him from engaging inbat. They had never witnessed the patriarch¡¯s offensive capabilities firsthand. Thus, observing the battle at such proximity, their surprise was inevitable.


    ¡°Your skills seem to have advanced considerably in a short span.¡±


    ¡°The same goes for us.¡±


    After shing, the twobatants exchanged leisurelypliments before swiftly parting ways. Their techniques were uncanny, their steps shifting unpredictably. Before the onlookers could grasp what happened, the two had already retreated several meters apart.


    Teng Feimei lounged on a bench at the crowd¡¯s fringe, finding the ongoing battle mundane. As the prime minister¡¯s prot¨¦g¨¦, she had been exposed to numerous such confrontations. Often, Xue Gui would even use such scenarios as instructional demonstrations for her. Having grown weary of such spectacles, shecked any desire to spectate.


    As she contemted ways to entertain herself, a figure abruptly approached.


    ¡°I couldn¡¯t locate the person you mentioned.¡±


    Ni Huibo exhaled a weary sigh. He cast a nce at Teng Feimei, then looked back along the path he hade, his expression tinged with perplexity.


    He had sprinted with utmost speed, pushing himself to the limit. Yet, after an extensive chase, he found no trace of anyone by the Ni family estate¡¯s perimeter wall. Theck of discoveries by the guards along the way was frustrating.


    Teng Feimei covertly turned to steal a nce at Ni Huibo. Noticing the bewilderment in his eyes and the bruise on his forehead, she quickly averted her gaze.


    ¡°If you didn¡¯t find him, let it be. Perhaps he took a detour and escaped. We should focus on the fight between Mr. Ni and my father. It might offer you some valuable insights.¡±


    Suppressing theughter bubbling inside her, she spoke with feigned seriousness. Yet, as soon as she finished, her thoughts wandered to something else.


    This naive and gentle youth was nearly surpassing her father in strength. At such a young age, Teng Feimei¡¯s level of cultivation was already considered genius. And what of him?


    Ni Huibo failed to catch the shift in Teng Feimei¡¯s demeanor. Upon his return, he focused intently on the ongoing battle, fully aware of its significance to him without needing any reminders.


    The battle raged on. After a brief period of testing each other, bothbatants grew frustrated. However, with many disciples watching, they kept theirposure.


    ¡°I¡¯ve just fully mastered the Dividing me Palm; care to test it?¡±


    ¡°Coincidentally, my Mountain Splitting Force has also reached a new level.¡±


    ¡°Excellent!¡±


    Ni Xianjian dered, his body sinking slightly as his clothing billowed wildly. Spiritual Qi converged in his palms, sending waves of searing heat in all directions.


    Teng Si stood his ground, assuming a strong stance with fists clenched. In that moment, he resembled an unyielding mountain.


    Bothbatants yelled simultaneously, a fiery wave forming a palm print that collided with an invisible burst of energy. The spiritual energy in the arena stirred, seemingly drawn to the epicenter of their sh.


    ¡°Their power is incredible.¡±


    Ni Huibo watched the relentless exchange of attacks, deeply impressed.


    Teng Feimei nced over, her eyes sparkling. She seemed to find sce in the spectacle. ¡°Pay attention to the fluctuations of the spiritual energy,¡± she advised. ¡°Mr. Ni and my father are demonstrating for your benefit. They¡¯re merely a step away from the third level. If they were truly going at it, they wouldn¡¯t need to drag it out like this.¡±


    She had learned much from her master in the past, her insights far beyond what Ni Huibo could fathom. She spotted the ruse at a nce.


    Ni Huibo nodded, his expression earnest as he tuned into the arena¡¯s pulsating energy.

 Chapter 30

    C30 ¨C Hope


    Currently, he was at thete period of the second level. His knowledge might be limited, yet his sensitivity to the fluctuations of Spiritual Qi far surpassed that of his fellow Ni family disciples.


    If one were to liken the two attacks to mes, then the swirling Spiritual Qi around them resembled moths, ceaselessly drawn to the light.


    He perceived that the attacks themselves weren¡¯t particrly powerful, but their ability to attract Spiritual Qi had altered their nature.


    As more Spiritual Qi converged, their destructive power inadvertently increased. However, the attacks seemed to have a limited capacity to contain the energy, with excess Spiritual Qi chaotically swirling in the vicinity.


    ¡°Cultivation methods vary in quality. At this level, the superior the method, the greater the amount of Spiritual Qi it can umte.¡±


    Ni Huibo watched the two fading attacks on the battlefield, pondering to himself. This seemingly trivial information was, in fact, crucial for him. Understanding the flow of a cultivation method and the formation of attacks could significantly aid him in futurebat or during his meditations.


    He kept these reflections to himself, not voicing them aloud. After all, if Teng Feimei were to find out, she might exim in astonishment once more.


    The Spiritual Qi in the midst of battle was in utter disarray. Teng Feimei¡¯s advice to observe was an invitation to grasp the intricacies of the cultivation method¡¯s release. She hadn¡¯t anticipated that Ni Huibo would directly grasp the essence of its operation.


    The sh between Teng Si and Ni Xianjian endured as long as it takes an incense stick to burn. They employed nearly all the cultivation methods at their disposal, save for their trump cards.


    Though the fight concluded without a clear winner, the onlooking Ni family disciples were left in awe, particrly Ni Huibo. The battle had been an epiphany for him. Despite lingering questions, he had advanced in his understanding of Spiritual Qi management and the versatility of hisbat techniques.


    It was akin to someone who had always carried weapons finally mastering the art of the strike.


    Before, his cultivation was at thete second level, but hecked the know-how to wield it effectively, stifling his true potential. Now, with some practice, he could harness up to eighty percent of his power. Once he fully grasps the Clear Qi Gathering, he believes he won¡¯t be bested by anyone of equal cultivation.


    After the battle concluded, everyone on the field was left with a lingering desire for more, yet they dutifully made their way back to their quarters. Ni Xianjian and Teng Si, however, headed to the council hall.


    ¡°I haven¡¯t been active in quite some time. I feel like my body¡¯s about to rust,¡± Ni Xianjian remarked with a wry smile, feeling the weariness in his muscles. They had nearly exhausted all their cultivation methods in the fight. Despite their cultivation sustaining them, fatigue was inevitable.


    ¡°I¡¯d say you¡¯re in pretty good shape. We fought for so long and still ended in a stalemate,¡± Teng Si said, clearly not entirely pleased with the oue, but what was done was done; they couldn¡¯t very well go out and have another round.


    Exchanging nces, they both allowed a smile to spread across their faces. They took their seats at the head of the council hall, where tea was already waiting, steam rising gently from the cups.


    Without any hesitation, Teng Si took a cup. With no one else around, there was no need for the usual formalities. They both took a sip of the hot tea.


    ?¡±Good tea,¡± heplimented, then set his cup down, his demeanor shifting to one of seriousness. ¡°Brother Ni, I¡¯ll be departing tomorrow. But before I go, there¡¯s something I need to tell you.¡±


    ¡°What news?¡± Ni Xianjian inquired, taking a casual sip from his cup.


    ¡°You might have an opportunity to return to the capital.¡±


    ?¡±What?!¡± Ni Xianjian was so startled that he sprayed out the tea he¡¯d just sipped, droplets clinging to his beard, but he paid them no mind, leaning in eagerly, worried he might have misheard.


    Teng Si sighed softly and reiterated, ¡°I said, there might be a chance for you to return to the capital.¡±


    At those words, Ni Xianjian¡¯s face flushed with emotion, his hand holding the teacup shaking. His other hand gripped Teng Si¡¯s shoulder tightly, his eyes brimming with incredulity.


    The Ni family hadn¡¯t always belonged here. A century ago, they were among the prominent families in the capital, the direct line of the Ni family. But after a series of unfortunate events and losing out in a struggle for power, they werepelled to leave the capital and seek a new beginning in Mightcairn.


    Even after a century, Ni Xianjian, as the patriarch of his family, constantly yearned to lead his kin back to the capital and reim their rightful glory.


    Teng Si was well aware of this aspiration and spoke inly, ¡°I¡¯ve heard that in three years, the Ni family in the capital will host a grandpetition among the branches. The victor will earn the chance to return to the capital.¡±


    ¡°Is this information trustworthy?¡±


    ¡°Absolutely. All the Ni family branches should be aware of it by now.¡±


    Ni Xianjian paused, his eyes shimmering with emotion, nearly spilling over with tears, yet he fiercely held them back.


    ¡°A hundred years! We were forced to settle here, and all this time, we¡¯ve awaited this very day!¡±


    His demeanor was tinged with excitement, his frame quivering subtly.


    Indeed, they had clung to this hope for a full hundred years. Once a prominent family in the capital, they now resided in a lesser city,pelled to vie with inferior forces for standing¡ªa profound indignity for them.


    Teng Si observed in silence, the tea in his cup sending out ripples from where Ni Xianjian¡¯s hand rested on the table¡¯s edge.


    After some time, once Ni Xianjian had regainedposure, Teng Si spoke with gravity, ¡°Ni, take heed. From what I gather, the Ni family branches boast several exceptional individuals. Given the current climate, they will not easily stand down. Among them is a youth who, at just sixteen, has already reached the second level, and another, merely fifteen, is on the cusp of the same achievement.¡±


    His words were deliberate, for as Ni Xianjian¡¯s close friend, Teng Si took a special interest in the Ni family, possessing a general insight into the capabilities of its younger members. He knew that the most promising among them, Ni Situo, was eighteen and at the early period of the second level. Respectable as that was, he still fell short of the branch families¡¯ prodigies.


    As for the rest, like Ni Yong, too many variables were at y to predict their performance in the Ni family¡¯s branchpetition three years hence.

 Chapter 31

    C31 ¨C Agreement


    Teng Si¡¯s words were meant as a friendly warning, yet they rendered Ni Xianjian momentarily speechless.


    The main house in the capital had merely offered them a glimmer of hope. To truly earn the right to return, they would need to distinguish themselves from the numerous branches. After all, no one was concerned with whether they were the true direct lineage of the Ni family.


    Ni Situo¡¯s cultivation skills were decent, but as Teng Si had pointed out, they weren¡¯t quite strong enough. While pondering this, an image suddenly shed through Ni Xianjian¡¯s mind.


    ¡°Ni Huibo.¡±


    He whispered the name to himself and was instantly reminded of the reserved young man from the rundown courtyard. If his memory served him correctly, thest time he had sensed Ni Huibo¡¯s condition, the boy had already advanced to thete stage of the second level.


    ¡°Could it be that destiny itself is favoring the Ni family?¡±


    The spark of enthusiasm that had dimmed in Ni Xianjian¡¯s heart red up once more.


    Ni Huibo was only sixteen, yet he had reached thete stage of the second level. Not only did he surpass the offspring of the branches, but he was even slightly ahead of Teng Feimei, the prime minister¡¯s disciple. Though he had only recently entered this stage, it¡¯s important to remember that in the realm of cultivation, each minor level represents a significant hurdle.


    As these thoughts filled Ni Xianjian¡¯s mind, his face lit up with even greater delight, and he couldn¡¯t resist bursting into heartyughter.


    Teng Si watched Ni Xianjian with a mix of astonishment and confusion, but he refrained from asking questions. Instead, he calmly stated, ¡°Ni, the decision is yours to make. In three years, if you wish, we¡¯ll reconvene in the capital.¡±


    ¡°Agreed! Brother Teng, I appreciate you sharing this information with me. In three years, we¡¯ll reunite in the capital!¡±


    Teng Si¡¯s return to the capital was already set in stone, and he had made all the necessary preparations. The following morning, a carriage pulled up to the Ni family estate, nked by a retinue of guards.


    At dawn, there was a knock on Ni Huibo¡¯s courtyard door. By then, he had finished his morning routine and was tending to his nts, a habit he couldn¡¯t shake despite having embarked on the Immortal Path, where cultivation should be his primary focus. Ni Huibo set aside his shears, brushed the leaf fragments from his hands, and went to answer the door.


    ?Ni Huibo swung open the door to find Teng Feimei standing erect on the doorstep.


    Sunlight spilled over her shoulders, blending seamlessly with her goose-yellow dress. Her long ck hair, slightly curled, fell casually around her, exuding an air of effortless grace.


    Caught off guard by the sight, Ni Huibo momentarily lost himself in a daze.


    ¡°What are you staring at, you fool?¡± Teng Feimei teased, covering her mouth with a giggle.


    Ni Huibo spun around, his cheeks flushing, but he quickly regained hisposure and insisted, ¡°I am not a fool.¡±


    Teng Feimei¡¯s nose crinkled as she boasted, ¡°Not a fool? Let me be honest with you, I was the one who kicked that stone at youst night.¡±


    ¡°I know.¡±


    ¡°Then why did you chase after it?¡±


    Ni Huibo lifted his head, meeting Teng Feimei¡¯s gaze, and chose to remain silent.


    ?After a lengthy pause, Teng Feimei cleared her throat and turned away first, saying, ¡°You truly are a fool, not even blinking an eye. Now, let¡¯s talk business.¡±


    No sooner had Teng Feimei finished speaking than she reached into her waistband and pulled out a jade pendant.


    The pendant was a pure, vibrant green, devoid of any impurities, intricately carved with numerous delicate patterns. At first nce, it appearedplex, but upon closer inspection, it revealed a unique and captivating beauty. Regrettably, the pendant was damaged, with a noticeable break on one side; otherwise, it would have been an invaluable treasure.


    ¡°This jade pendant is for you. If you ever make it to the capital, take it to a ce called Immortal Pavilion to find me, understand?¡±


    ¡°I understand.¡± Ni Huibo, momentarily taken aback, then epted the jade pendant, which still retained a trace of warmth.


    ¡°Alright, I must go now, or my father will start searching for me. Don¡¯t forget, when youe to the capital, be sure to look for me!¡± Teng Feimei bit her lip, attempting to look menacing, but the effect was rather endearing. Realizing this, she frowned slightly, raised her fist in a yful gesture, and then turned to leave.


    A rare smile graced Ni Huibo¡¯s face as he gazed at Teng Feimei¡¯s retreating figure, then nced at the jade pendant in his hand. He felt a mix of happiness and disappointment.


    After a moment, he carefully hung the jade pendant at his waist and returned to the small courtyard to continue caring for the flowers and nts.


    Sunlight streamed through the entrance of the courtyard, casting a warm glow on the slightly weathered red wooden door.


    A refreshing breeze wafted by, bringing with it a faint fragrance that meandered into the courtyard. Ni Huibo¡¯s hands stilled momentarily as he caught the scent, but he quickly resumed his task.


    With Teng Si¡¯s departure, the Ni family swiftly settled back into its usual pace of life.


    The imminentpetition among the three great families demanded thorough preparation. Beforehand, the urgent task for each family was to select their representatives. In the Family Competition, each family could send only five participants, making the contest fiercelypetitive.


    In light of this, all eyes were fixed on the uing Family Competition in three days. The individuals who distinguished themselves would earn the honor of representing their family in the grandpetition three monthster.


    Each family boasted numerous young members, each with varying levels of talent, making it impossible for all to receive the same opportunities. In such an environment, those with greater ess to resources would naturally progress more swiftly.


    The more talented you were, the more the family would invest in you, providing a wealth of resources to help you ascend to higher realms.


    Thispetition was designed with that goal in mind. Those who excelled would gain a chance to enter the Martial Hall¡¯s forbidden grounds, which housed an array of advanced cultivation methods amassed by the family over generations.


    This was all in preparation for the future showdown among the three great families.


    Motivated by such incentives, the Ni family had grown considerably calmer, with the younger generation striving to enhance their strength.


    Ni Xianjian, the family patriarch, was pleased to witness this dedication. Yet in his heart, the selection of the five representatives was already a foregone conclusion.


    The other family members continued to exert themselves because, to date, only four prodigies had been identified, leaving one spot open. But Ni Xianjian had already made his choice for the final candidate long ago.

 Chapter 32

    C32 ¨C Condensing the Cyclone


    Ni Huibo had been anything but idle during this time.


    Besides tending to his nts, he devoted more time to studying the book the mayor had given him.


    The book contained not only the mayor¡¯s insights from over the years but also a wealth of foundational cultivation knowledge.


    Ni Huibo was diligently absorbing the teachings of the cultivation path, eager topensate for the years he felt he had squandered.


    ¡°Thete period of the Luminary Stage, also known as the Mystic Gate, involves the formation of 365 primary acupoints within Du Aijiao¡¯s meridians,¡± he mused, gazing at the well-worn book in his hands, deep in thought.


    Even though he had reached this stage, he was clueless about it and couldn¡¯t even determine the right direction for his cultivation.


    Previously, he had no clue about the cultivation process and was baffled as to how he had attained this level.


    ¡°By forming the meridians, spiritual energy can circte within them, allowing one to approach the Blessed Stage¡¯s golden-lit door, hence the name Mystic Gate.¡±


    Ni Huibo was lost in contemtion. He hadmitted these concepts to memory; what hecked now wasprehension.


    ¡°Can I enter the Blessed Stage by passing through this golden door?¡± he whispered to himself, a hint of hope flickering in his eyes.


    The journey of cultivation was indeed enigmatic, and confusion wasmon for neers.


    Afterward, Ni Huibo set the book aside with care and sat down cross-legged, cing his palms on his legs.


    Following the instructions from the book, he attempted to channel some spiritual energy. The process went remarkably well, as the spiritual energy in the air seemed drawn into his body.


    He felt a wave of rxation wash over him, his pores opening up as the spiritual energy flowed into him and began to move slowly through his meridians.


    Clearing his mind of all distractions, Ni Huibo focused on the movement of the spiritual energy, which flowed freely until suddenly, it didn¡¯t.


    He experienced a sense of emptiness, as if he hade to a vast expanse where various types of spiritual energy intertwined in a somewhat chaotic dance.


    ¡°This is the Qihai Acupoint,¡± he quickly recognized the spot, furrowing his brow slightly.


    Over the past few years, his aunt had brought him countless books, each of which he hadmitted to memory before he could rest. Among these were introductions to the body¡¯s medical meridians and acupoints.


    ?The human body contains meridians, with acupoints situated along them. There are fourteen meridians in total, including the Twelve Standard Meridians and the Ren and Du Meridians. Energy flows among them, connecting the entire body, and naturally passes through 365 acupoints during cirction.


    ¡°Creating a Qi Meridian within the acupoints ensures that the spiritual energy is no longer mixed and flows through the meridians,¡± Ni Huibo recalled from the texts. Sensing the mixed spiritual energy within the Qihai Acupoint, he began to grasp the concept.


    He attempted to mobilize the spiritual energy within his body, guiding it along a peculiar path as described in the book.


    The once chaotic spiritual energy gradually settled. It moved at the behest of Ni Huibo¡¯s will, tracing an enigmatic path that seemed to possess an ineffable power. Ni Huibo had only guided the energy in a single loop, yet it appeared to have established a fixed trajectory.


    With caution, he withdrew his focus, but the spiritual energy remained coherent, persisting in its established path.


    ¡°Vortex.¡±


    A surge of tion filled Ni Huibo as he realized the previously disordered spiritual energy was now circting autonomously, forming the vortex mentioned in the book.


    ¡°Ni Huibo hadn¡¯t anticipated his immediate sess. As the text described, the formation of a vortex seemed to invigorate the surrounding spiritual energy.¡±


    He reflected on this while tuning into his body¡¯s transformations, yet he felt nocency.


    As he progressed, forming the vortex became increasingly challenging, particrly at crucial acupoints. Without sufficient talent, one might never advance further. Ni Huibo¡¯s initial sess with the vortex merely indicated that his talent was passable.


    With this realization, Ni Huibo steeled himself, refusing to cken his efforts. Seizing the sensation he had just experienced, he embarked on the creation of the second vortex.


    Three days flew by in the blink of an eye.


    The small courtyard within the Ni family had always been something easily overlooked. Even as Ni Huibo began to catch the attention of the younger members, changing this perception proved challenging. Nheless, he preferred it that way.


    ?During these three days, he focused intently on forming cyclones. Apart from a single visit from the patriarch, he was left undisturbed. However, upon reaching his twenty-third cyclone, Ni Huibo recognized his shorings. As a novice in this state, his umtion of spiritual energy was insufficient. Despite the Lifedrinker Orb, a gift from the old mayor, tirelessly drawing in spiritual energy within his dantian, time was not on his side.


    With inadequate spiritual energy and ack of umtion in most of his acupoints, forming additional cyclones was out of reach. Reluctantly, he had to abandon his efforts, coinciding with the onset of the familypetition.


    Previously, while Ni Huibo was engrossed in cyclone formation, the patriarch had sought him out to discuss thepetition. The significance of the event aside, the prospect of essing the Martial Hall¡¯s forbidden area was particrly enticing. The advanced cultivation methods housed there were precisely what he, with his considerable innate abilities, was missing. Yet, the forbidden area¡¯s stringent regtions meant that not just any family member, young or old, could enter without the patriarch¡¯s consent.


    Determined to earn his ce in the Martial Hall¡¯s restricted zone, Ni Huibo knew he had to distinguish himself in the uing contest.


    ?This year¡¯spetition was set to be more prestigious than ever before. The expansive Martial Hall Square was chosen as the venue, drawing nearly all the n members to witness the event. The elders took their seats on temporary stands nking the square, while the younger generation buzzed with anticipation, each vying for amendable position.


    ?Standing apart from the crowd, Ni Huibo cast a brief nce around and quickly disengaged. Now in thete period of the second level, he might havecked in cultivation methods, but his physical prowess and cultivation were unrivaled. Securing first ce, should he desire it, would be as simple as reaching into a bag.


    However, just as the thought surfaced in his mind, arge hand suddenly rested on his shoulder.


    ¡°Uncle?¡± Ni Huibo eximed, ncing at the neer before quickly bowing in respect.


    Ni Xianjian gestured dismissively and scanned the area. Noticing that they had not drawn any attention, he adopted a stern expression and spoke gravely, ¡°Ni Huibo, are you aware that you¡¯ve reached thete period of the second level?¡±


    ¡°I am aware.¡±


    ¡°Good.¡±


    Ni Xianjian nodded, fixing his gaze on Ni Huibo. He murmured a few words, his lips barely moving.

 Chapter 33

    C33 ¨C The Competition Began!


    ¡°Uncle, do you have something to say?¡± Ni Huibo inquired, a hint of puzzlement in his gaze. He looked at Ni Xianjian, unable to resist asking the question.


    Ni Xianjian nodded, fixing his gaze on Ni Huibo for a moment before letting out a long sigh. ¡°I need you to make me a promise,¡± he said.


    ?¡±Go ahead.¡±


    ¡°I want you to conceal yourte second-level strength.¡±


    ?Ni Huibo cocked his head, his eyes brimming with confusion. ¡°The reasons areplex, but it¡¯s of utmost importance to the Ni family,¡± Ni Xianjian exined, a touch of helplessness in his eyes. The situation involving the Ni family in Mightcairn and the capital was intricate, tangled up in the rivalry among the various branches. It was tooplicated to rify in a short time.


    ¡°Is it that important?¡±


    Ni Huibo murmured, his expression turning grave. He nodded earnestly and replied, ¡°Alright, I promise you.¡±


    ?¡±Good boy,¡± Ni Xianjian said, a trace of relief in his eyes. He gave Ni Huibo a meaningful look before proceeding forward.


    ¡°Patriarch.¡±


    ¡°Hello, Patriarch.¡±


    The young members of the family buzzed with excitement upon Ni Xianjian¡¯s arrival. He acknowledged them with a nod and made his way to a raised tform.


    ?Clearing his throat, he scanned the crowd beforemencing his speech. As the patriarch, it was his duty to inspire the next generation.


    While Ni Huibo listened intently, the rest of the audience, having grown ustomed to such speeches, found them dull.


    ?After concluding his address, Ni Xianjian coughed lightly to recapture the crowd¡¯s attention. ¡°I¡¯ll spare you any further ado. This Large Competition is unlike any before. I will select five exceptional individuals to represent us in the grandpetition among the three major families. Additionally, these five will earn the chance to enter the Martial Hall¡¯s forbidden area to choose a cultivation method. I¡¯m sure you¡¯re all aware of this. Now, let me outline the rules of thepetition.¡±


    ¡°The Large Competition will be determined by drawing lots. Forty contestants will enter, and when only five remain, those eliminated will have an opportunity to challenge them. Sess in the challenge means taking their ce.¡±


    After finishing his statement, he scanned the entire gathering. His voice rose sharply as he asked, ¡°Does anyone have any questions?¡±


    Silence enveloped the contest field.


    The rule might appear harsh, but it was actually quite beneficial. Those who were eliminated still had an opportunity to issue a challenge.


    Even if you were eliminated, as long as you possessed the strength, you still had a shot.


    For a moment, no one in the crowd could muster any objection.


    Seeing theck of response, Ni Xianjian nodded with satisfaction and announced, ¡°Very well, let¡¯s begin the draw.¡±


    No sooner had he spoken than two servants from the Ni family brought a wooden table before the assembly of young disciples.


    They exchanged nces, none too eager to step forward.


    ¡°I¡¯ll go first then.¡±


    Ni Situo, seeing the others¡¯ hesitation, chuckled and strode forward with an ease that betrayed no anxiety.


    He approached the table, extended his hand, and promptly picked up a ck lot. Without a nce, he hoisted it high for all to see.


    ¡°Forty.¡±


    A murmur rippled through the young disciples.


    Ni Situo¡¯s prowess was no secret; within the Ni family¡¯s younger generation, he alone had reached the second level of cultivation. Ni Shang and Ni Yirong had only attained thete period of the first level.


    This meant that facing him was almost a guaranteed defeat.


    As they eyed the ck lot in Ni Situo¡¯s hand, a wave of nervousness swept through them. After some jostling, they each drew their own lot.


    Ni Situo watched their reactions with a sense of satisfaction, a smirk ying on his lips. He nced casually at the number on his lot, then folded his arms and stepped aside.


    Ni Huibo lingered at the edge of the crowd. Once everyone had selected their lots, he calmly made his way to the table and drew thest one.


    The ck lot was longer than Ni Huibo¡¯s palm and gave off a subtle scent. In its center were two small golden characters.


    ¡°Thirteen.¡± Ni Huibo took a brief look and, unconcerned, returned to his ce.


    Ni Situo¡¯s gaze was locked onto the contest field, his eyes narrowing sharply when he spotted Ni Huibo among thepetitors.


    ¡°Ni Huibo!¡±


    His voice wasced with venom as he spat out the name, his face twisted in a snarl, eyes brimming with deep-seated resentment.


    He med Ni Huibo for his fall from grace as the young patriarch and the harsh scolding he received from his father.


    Ni Huibo, once dismissed as worthless by Ni Situo, had recently caused him repeated humiliations¡ªa disgrace he found unbearable.


    A faint crack had formed on the ck token in his hand without him noticing, but he quickly caught himself and loosened his grip.


    ¡°You¡¯d better hope we don¡¯t cross paths, or else¡­¡±


    ¡­¡­


    Ni Xianjian wasted no time in organizing the venue after the lots were drawn.


    Despite the vastness of the training ground, it was divided into only four sections to allow thepetitors to showcase their full potential.


    The matchups were simple: number one against number two, number three against number four, and so on.


    Having drawn number thirteen, Ni Huibo wasn¡¯t up for the first round, so he stepped aside to watch as a spectator.


    The expansive training ground was evenly split into quarters. Guided by the family elders, eight young disciples entered, pairing off into groups of two and taking their positions in the designated areas, their faces taut with anticipation.


    This contest was crucial¡ªit would not only decide who could ess the forbidden grounds of the Martial Hall but would also influence their future standing within the family. Given the stakes, no one dared take thepetition lightly.


    Of the four pairings, the duel between the two women in the bottom left corner captured the most attention.


    Ni Shang versus Ni Xiuying.


    Beyond their striking looks and figures, the focus was on Ni Shang¡¯s prowess.


    Her medium-grade second-level talent marked her as a leading prodigy in the Ni family, yet her preference for a low profile and dedication to her cultivation had kept many unaware of her current level.


    Ni Xiuying, already at the first level¡¯s middle period, had made a name for herself within the family. Their impending sh promised to be a highlight of thepetition.

 Chapter 34

    C34 ¨C Competition


    Ni Huibo¡¯s attention settled on the twobatants. Yet, as soon as he realized they were merely at the first level, his interest waned.


    He had reached thete period of the second level, and watching such a low-level battle was unlikely to offer him any new insights. He had already gleaned a wealth of knowledge from the old mayor¡¯s book, which was so detailed that he sometimes wondered if it had been written specifically for him.


    ?His understanding of the Immortal Path was entirely derived from that book.


    Despite hisck of enthusiasm for first-level battles, thepetition was the center of everyone¡¯s attention, so he reluctantly began to watch.


    At the judge¡¯s signal, the four pairs of opponents sprang into action.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s gaze shifted to Ni Shang. He had recently learned quite a bit about the Ni family and knew that Ni Shang¡¯s talent was well-regarded by the elders.


    Her movements were average, and her speed was not particrly fast, but she moved with a grace that reminded one of a ribbon dancing in the breeze. The wooden sword in her hand was a blur of motion.


    ?Watching them, Ni Huibo¡¯s interest was rekindled.


    Ni Shang might not have been swift, but her fluid movements made it difficult to predict her next strike. Ni Xiuying, her opponent, was clearly no pushover either.


    ?In contrast to Ni Shang¡¯s grace, Ni Xiuying¡¯s style was much more aggressive.


    Ni Xiuying brandished her wooden sword, charging forward with a direct thrust that cut through the air.


    The sh of their contrasting styles captured the attention of the spectators.


    Now fully engaged, Ni Huibo watched the duel intently.


    Ni Shang let out a fierce cry, and the wooden sword in her hand quickened, a surge of spiritual energy emanating from her.


    Most of the Ni family members were cultivators and could feel the ripple of energy. The more experienced among them immediately recognized Ni Shang¡¯s level.


    ¡°She¡¯s in thete period of the first level. It looks like she¡¯s nearing perfection.¡±


    ¡°Not bad at all. Ni Shang isn¡¯t just incredibly talented; she¡¯s also extremely hardworking.¡±


    Their conversation wasn¡¯t whispered, and many of the younger generation nearby overheard, their eyes brimming with envy.


    She had reached thete period of the first level, positioning her as one of the top five contenders.


    As anticipated, when Ni Xiuying¡¯s wooden sword shed with Ni Shang¡¯s, Ni Xiuying quickly found herself at a disadvantage.


    Startled, Ni Xiuying steadied herself. With a slight thrust from her waist, she leaned back sharply, causing her wooden sword to fly from her grasp.


    She then swiftly kicked out at Ni Shang¡¯s sword-wielding wrist with her right foot.


    Ni Shang let out a cold snort, showing no intention of dodging. With a quick twist of her wrist, she brought the hilt of her sword crashing down.


    They collided once more.


    Ni Huibo shook his head, diverting his attention.


    Ni Shang was a notch above Ni Xiuying in terms of level, so in this head-to-head battle, she wouldn¡¯t lose. Ni Xiuying¡¯s only chance of victoryy in employing some unexpected tactics. However, she seemed to underestimate the gap between herself and Ni Shang.


    Indeed, momentster, a sound echoed from the stage. When Ni Huibo looked back, Ni Xiuying had a wooden sword pressed against her neck.


    ¡°Ni Shang wins.¡±


    In the first round, aside from Ni Shang¡¯s group, the other three groups were evenly matched in strength. Despite their fiercepetition, it failed to captivate the audience¡¯s attention.


    The victors, guided by their elders, retreated to a secluded rest area to recuperate and prepare for their uing matches, while the defeated found seats among the spectators.


    The announcer scanned the crowd, signaling for silence before pulling out a booklet to read the numbers.


    ¡°For the second match, in Area 1, Ni Yaozhu versus Ni Qijian; in Area 2, Ni Nan versus Ni Cong; and in Area 3, Ni Zhenlin versus Ni Huibo.¡±


    Upon hearing his name, Ni Huibo adjusted his attire and stepped into the arena.


    ¡°Dressed in those tattered clothes, you really think you¡¯re something special?¡± jeered Ni Situo from the stands, his eyes fixed on Ni Huibo¡¯s every move.


    ¡°That¡¯s right. Let¡¯s see if he can still be soposed after he¡¯s been thoroughly beaten.¡±


    ¡°I think he¡¯s just seeking attention. Even if he does have some skill, there¡¯s no way he can beat Zhenlin.¡±


    The two onlookers exchanged thoughts as they watched the events unfold.


    Yet, Ni Situo¡¯s expression remained grim.


    He was well aware of Ni Huibo¡¯s strength; he had likely reached thete period of the first level. Ni Zhenlin stood no chance against him.


    ¡°You¡¯re lucky you¡¯re not up against me. I hope your luck continues.¡±


    ¡°Brother, please be merciful.¡±


    Ni Huibo approached the third area, gazing at the mature men before him. He bowed slightly, his expression earnest.


    Ni Zhenlin held an average position within the Ni family. Lacking exceptional talent and powerful connections, he had nheless worked hard to reach the middle period of the first level, just one step shy of thete period.


    Previously, he hadn¡¯t taken much interest in Ni Huibo. He didn¡¯t hate him, but he certainly looked down on him. It was only after Ni Huibo¡¯s status in the Ni family began to rise that he started to pay attention.


    Now, witnessing Ni Huibo¡¯s courteous demeanor, Ni Zhenlin felt a flicker of respect for him and nodded in acknowledgment.


    ¡°Let thepetition begin!¡±


    At the center of the arena, the referee, seeing that the contestants were ready, called out to start the match.


    Holding the wooden sword given to him by an elder, Ni Huibo fixed his gaze on Ni Zhenlin with solemn intensity. In the next instant, he charged forward.

 Chapter 35

    C35 ¨C Realization on the Spot


    Ni Huibo had made a promise to the n leader to conceal his true power, and as a result, he had restrained his cultivation to thete stage of the first level.


    In this situation, he was unable to utilize many of his second-level abilities. Thankfully, the first level was primarily a foundation for further cultivation and didn¡¯t offer much in the way of power; it focused more on physical prowess, so there was little cause for concern.


    What¡¯s more, he was only disying thete stage of the first level, while Ni Zhenlin was merely at the middle stage.


    Ni Zhenlin, noticing Ni Huibo¡¯s proactive stance, furrowed his brow but showed no sign of intimidation.


    The n was already abuzz with the news of Ni Zongzhao¡¯s defeat at Ni Huibo¡¯s hands. Ni Zongzhao had barely reached the middle stage of the first level, and Ni Zhenlin was confident he could defeat him with ease.


    ¡°I¡¯m not Ni Zongzhao; you¡¯d do well to be cautious,¡± Ni Zhenlin warned abruptly. His long sword traced an eerie arc as it thrust towards Ni Huibo.


    ?The attack was incredibly swift and unexpected. Caught off guard, Ni Huibo had no time to evade and was forced to quickly adapt, swinging his long sword in a half-circle to narrowly deflect the blow.


    ¡°What is this¡­?¡±


    ¡°Low-grade fifth-level cultivation method, Centrifugal Form,¡± Ni Zhenlin stated tly, pointing his wooden sword straight at Ni Huibo and thrusting it forward.


    ?The sword¡¯s path seemed straightforward, yet Ni Huibo struggled to discern it clearly. One moment he thought the sword targeted his heart meridian, the next his abdomen. The sword¡¯s pace also varied unpredictably, adding to its mysteriousness.


    ?¡±Is this the strength of your cultivation method?¡± Ni Huibo inquired, arching an eyebrow. He chose not to meet the attack directly, instead retreating several steps.


    ?¡±Perfect, this is an excellent chance to practice the High rity Mantra,¡± he mused silently, immediately quieting his mind and concentrating intently on Ni Zhenlin¡¯s sword.


    He had previously seized the opportunity to practice the High rity Mantra during his fight with Ni Zongzhao. But Ni Zongzhao¡¯s arrogance had crossed a line, and Ni Huibo, unable to tolerate it any longer, had brought their confrontation to an abrupt end.


    At that moment, Ni Huibo was presented with yet another chance to grasp the essence of the High rity Mantra.


    ¡°Forget the techniques; every stroke has the potential for infinite variation.¡±


    He mulled over the book¡¯s description, perplexed but still eager to give it a try.


    Ni Zhenlin¡¯s wooden sword came at him with an eerie frequency, and in an instant, it was upon Ni Huibo. The tip of the sword flickered ceaselessly, blurring his vision.


    Ni Huibo struck out without a second thought for Ni Zhenlin¡¯s strategy. His style was aggressive and domineering.


    Ni Zhenlin¡¯s face lit up with pleasure at the sight.


    In such close-quartersbat, wide and forceful swings were a grave mistake. Ni Huibo was exposing himself to attack; any gap could be exploited, leaving him no chance to counter.


    Ni Zhenlin gave a softugh as his wooden sword unnaturally recoiled, defying logic.


    Only after Ni Huibo¡¯s sword came crashing down did Ni Zhenlin resume his forward thrust.


    ¡°Not good! I¡¯ve made a mistake!¡±


    Ni Huibo was taken aback. Hisck ofbat experience,pounded by Ni Zhenlin¡¯s unconventional tactics, had left him unprepared.


    As his sword continued its downward trajectory, Ni Huibo had no time to evade Ni Zhenlin¡¯s piercing attack.


    Frustration creased Ni Huibo¡¯s brow as he watched the wooden sword loomrger before him. His mind raced for an escape, but the oue seemed inevitable.


    For him, still at the first level of cultivation, dodging the sword was nothing short of a fantasy.


    Yet, he refused to surrender. His thoughts whirled even faster, and to his eyes, the iing wooden sword appeared to freeze in ce.


    The sensation was fleeting, and reality snapped back into focus.


    Out of nowhere, an impulse struck him, and his sword hand instinctively twitched. The descending force of his de seemed to invert, and the wooden sword swung upwards with a fierce motion.


    Ni Zhenlin was incredibly swift, his wooden sword almost instantly at Ni Huibo¡¯s face. But Ni Huibo¡¯s responsive strike deflected it to the side, sending Ni Zhenlin¡¯s arm iling uncontrobly backward.


    ¡°What¡¯s happening?¡±


    ¡°Ni Huibo just changed his move so unexpectedly. Could it be because he has mastered the Centrifugal Form?¡±


    Spectators around the arena witnessed the scene with astonishment written all over their faces.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s ability to adapt his moves on the fly was impressive. Moreover, it seemed that Ni Zhenlin might have also been relying on the Centrifugal Form.


    The Centrifugal Form, also known as the Centrifugal Sword, is a technique specifically designed for swordsmanship. It enjoys a certain reputation within the Ni family. However, due to the difficulty of mastering it and the limited potential for advancement, it¡¯s rarely practiced.


    This technique is particrly effective at the lower levels of cultivation. Its ability to alter sword strikes can often take opponents by surprise, which has been Ni Zhenlin¡¯s main advantage.


    Just moments ago, almost everyone was convinced that Ni Zhenlin was on the verge of victory, considering they were all first-level cultivators without any unique abilities.


    Yet, to everyone¡¯s surprise, Ni Huibo was also versed in the Centrifugal Form.


    ¡°You¡¯ve actually trained in the Centrifugal Form!¡±


    Ni Zhenlin¡¯s expression grew serious. He watched Ni Huibo warily and discreetly stepped back. The numbness in his hand from Ni Huibo¡¯s recent strike suggested that Ni Huibo¡¯s cultivation might be slightly superior to his own.


    If Ni Huibo was proficient in the Centrifugal Form, he might very well be the victor.


    ¡°Is the Centrifugal Form the technique you¡¯ve been practicing?¡±


    Ni Huibo, somewhat perplexed, uttered the question and then nced at his hands.


    The events of that brief moment had left him feeling bewildered. He experienced an odd sensation that led him to instinctively execute that strike.


    He wasn¡¯t familiar with the Centrifugal Form and was certain he had never practiced it.


    ¡°Upper rity Form!¡±


    As Ni Huibo pondered, the name suddenly sprang to mind.


    ¡°I¡¯ve forgotten the moves, yet now I have a myriad at my disposal. Could it be that I¡¯ve just reached this state?¡±


    He wasn¡¯t foolish. Reflecting briefly on his recent experience, he quickly made a connection.


    He had been cornered with no moves left to counter. After racking his brain to no avail, he felt a wave of dizziness, and then, in an instant, he reversed his sword strike.


    Even if he had already swung his long sword, he was capable of changing its direction mid-strike.


    ¡°It should be so. The Centrifugal Form truly is extraordinary. I¡¯ve practiced it diligently for many days to no avail, but now I¡¯ve finally made some headway.¡±


    Ni Huibo felt a surge of happiness. Although he was uncertain if he could reach that same level again, this at least signified that he had found the right path and had taken the first step.


    Ni Zhenlin stood at a distance, observing Ni Huibo. The sight of Ni Huibo¡¯s tion caused Ni Zhenlin¡¯s brow to furrow in hesitation.


    ¡°Thank you, cousin.¡±


    As Ni Zhenlin debated whether to press on with his attack, Ni Huibo abruptly straightened up. He bowed solemnly, his expression serious, as a gesture of thanks.

 Chapter 36

    C36 ¨C Admit Defeat


    ¡°What are you doing?¡± Ni Zhenlin was taken aback, his expression one of sheer surprise. He lowered the wooden sword he was holding.


    Just moments before, he had nearly knocked Ni Huibo out of thepetition with a single strike, and now, here he was, expressing gratitude. It seemed quite ridiculous.


    Ni Huibo straightened up, fixing his gaze on Ni Zhenlin, and spoke with earnest, ¡°You have no idea ¨C that sword strike of yours just now led me to an epiphany with the cultivation method I¡¯ve been stuck on for ages.¡±


    ¡°All because of that?¡±


    ¡°Yes.¡±


    Ni Zhenlin¡¯s mouth twitched slightly. Observing Ni Huibo¡¯s serious demeanor, he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.


    Tales of sudden insights duringbat were plentiful, yet most were mere fabrications. Very few had the chance to witness or experience such a thing firsthand. In this regard, Ni Huibo must possess some natural talent.


    ?Still, it was the first time Ni Zhenlin had encountered someone offering thanks for such a reason. His sword had not been intended as a lesson in cultivation methods; his true aim had been victory.


    Such genuine individuals were rare, especially considering the many who had perished.


    Ni Zhenlin gave Ni Huibo aplex look, reflecting on his own trials within the Ni family, and shook his head slightly.


    ¡°I concede,¡± Ni Zhenlin dered, turning his back and tossing the wooden sword aside before making his way to the spectator seats.


    ¡°Ni Huibo wins!¡±


    The referee didn¡¯t dwell on the details. Seeing Ni Zhenlin¡¯s voluntary surrender, he proimed the oue loudly.


    The crowd erupted into a frenzy at the announcement.


    ¡°What just happened?¡±


    ¡°Did I miss something? Why is the match over?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure. Ni Zhenlin just seemed to suddenly give up.¡±


    ¡°Is it possible that Ni Huibo has the power to control minds?¡±


    Whispers of confusion, skepticism, and wild spection rippled through the audience, some tinged with a hint of fear.


    As Ni Zhenlin reached the stands, the younger members of the crowd swarmed around him, eager for an exnation.


    ¡°Stop asking. He¡¯s better than me, so I gave up,¡± Ni Zhenlin responded with a smile, his rapport with some of the onlookers evident.


    ?Just then, another voice chimed in from nearby.


    ¡°You can¡¯t even beat a piece of trash; what good are you?¡±


    The identity of the voice¡¯s owner was clear to many. They remained silent and returned to their seats.


    ¡°Ni Situo, what are you implying?¡±


    Ni Zhenlin¡¯s brows were tightly knit as he stared at Ni Situo, who stood a short distance away, his eyes narrowing.


    ¡°Listen up. Even though I¡¯m no longer the junior patriarch, you¡¯d do well to watch how you look at me.¡±


    Ni Situo¡¯s tone started off with a hint of disdain but quickly turned icy. He was unabashedly threatening him.


    Ni Zhenlin stood up abruptly, pointing at Ni Situo, but ultimately held his tongue.


    Despite no longer being the junior patriarch, Ni Situo was still the patriarch¡¯s son with strength at the second level, highly esteemed by the family, and not someone Ni Zhenlin could provoke. Though enraged, he kept hisposure, snorted coldly, and sat back down.


    ¡°You¡¯re wise to recognize your ce. To be honest, I¡¯m not particrly interested in you. I was just taken aback that you would concede to a nobody, and I feltpelled to give you a little education.¡±


    With a shake of his head that conveyed disappointment, Ni Situo departed.


    The first round consisted of five matches and was over quickly. To allow the victors ample rest, the second round was scheduled for two hourster, while the day was still young.


    Aside from Ni Huibo, neen others advanced, including Ni Situo without surprise. Additionally, Ni Yirong, Ni Shang, and Ni Yong all made it through, showcasing their exceptional talent.


    At that point, they had each reached thete period of the first level. Ni Yirong, in particr, had attained Great Perfection and was on the verge of stepping into the second level, a breakthrough that could happen at any moment. Such achievements earned the family elders¡¯ respect.


    These three were the only ones among the Ni family¡¯s younger generation to have reached thete period of the first level.


    Ni Huibo sat in a corner, observing his fellow cultivators in meditative poses, a look of helplessness in his eyes.


    He was suddenly ovee with a sense of guilt.


    He was at thete stage of the second level, yet he deliberately chose to blend in with those at the middle stage of the first level, even feigning to be at their level of skill.


    Deception was not his forte, nor was hefortable with the current predicament.


    ¡°I don¡¯t want to deceive anyone; this is all at the behest of our patriarch. You can¡¯t hold this against me,¡± Ni Huibo murmured to himself. Shaking off these distractions, he refocused on his cultivation.


    He had briefly touched upon the realm described by the Clear Qi Method, but the exposure was fleeting. He needed to delve deeper to reap any benefits and possibly master this cultivation method.


    His mind reyed the sensations he had experienced as time swiftly passed.


    ¡°Since embarking on the Immortal Path, my perception of time has grown increasingly vague, particrly during cultivation, when it seems to elerate,¡± he reflected with a hint of wistfulness, feeling as though only moments had passed.


    ?The twenty victors emerged from the resting area and made their way back to the training field. The same table and box awaited them, though the number of ck lots had been halved.


    Ni Huibo was thest to draw, waiting until the others had finished before selecting the final lot.


    ¡°One?¡±


    He examined the ck lot in his hand, ncing around curiously. With fewerpetitors, the likelihood of facing ate-stage contender was high, and a direct confrontation with Ni Situo was possible.


    The prospect of battling Ni Situo was least appealing to him. It meant either conceding defeat or revealing his full capabilities, neither of which he desired.


    Soon, the official tallying the numbers approached, recorded his entry, and collected the remaining ck lots.


    With the number one, Ni Huibo was ted to be the first to step into the arena. Without hesitation, he advanced toward the center.


    Just then, an announcement echoed across the field.


    ¡°In area one, Ni Huibo versus Ni Yong. In area two, Ni Yirong versus Ni Shang.¡±


    Ni Huibo paused, turning around in mild astonishment, but he quicklyposed himself and continued to the heart of the arena.


    Atop the elevated stage, Ni Xianjian¡¯s face grew stormy as he took in the sequence of the uing battles.


    ¡°Why did I have to draw such a lot?¡±


    ?¡±Don¡¯t worry, Patriarch. There are more challenges ahead,¡± a person beside him assured, offering a reassuring smile. Ni Xianjian felt somewhat displeased with the schedule.

 Chapter 37

    C37 ¨C The Battle of the Two Beauties


    ?The individual next to him reacted better than Ni Xianjian, which was understandable since only Ni Xianjian was aware of Ni Huibo¡¯s current strength. One by one, the remaining sevenpetitors entered the arena, where Ni Huibo had already been waiting. He nced around at everyone with a subtle turn of his eyes.


    Ni Huibo had previously met Ni Yong and held a favorable impression of him. True to his name, Ni Yong had the demeanor of a reserved young man. His eyebrows were delicately curved like willow leaves, his lips thin, and his expression exceedingly well-behaved. Ni Yong now appeared even moreposed than when Ni Huibo first encountered him at the Martial Hall.


    Approaching Ni Huibo, Ni Yong offered a respectful bow and said, ¡°Brother Ni Huibo, I would be grateful for any advice you can offer.¡±


    ¡°Brother Ni Yong, I wee your guidance as well,¡± Ni Huibo replied earnestly, returning the bow.


    While Ni Huibo and Ni Yong exchanged pleasantries, the tension was palpable in the other three sectors, particrly in the second area near them. Ni Yirong and Ni Shang, despite their close friendship, faced each other with a charged intensity, their readiness for battle clear.


    ¡°These two are fiercelypetitive. Now that they are rivals, they will surely push each other to excel,¡± remarked an elder from the sidelines, stroking his beard with a chuckle. Hisments wereced with admiration for Ni Yirong and Ni Shang.


    ?¡±I concur. Talent alone isn¡¯t sufficient. Having a rival ofparable strength will drive them forward, and that¡¯s an essential quality for a true warrior,¡± another elder added.


    ¡°Yes, they are indeed exceptional,¡± chimed in a third.


    ?The elders shared their thoughts before turning their attention elsewhere. Meanwhile, Ni Huibo and Ni Yong continued their courteous exchange, seemingly devoid of anypetitive edge.


    ?¡±Ni Huibo and Ni Yong are supportive of each other, which ismendable,¡± someone observed, though no one felt at liberty to pass further judgment since both were members of the Ni family.


    ?¡±The match is about tomence,¡± announced a voice, silencing the crowd. All eyes turned to the stage, where two prodigies were about to sh. Undoubtedly, this was shaping up to be a fascinating contest.


    Particrly noteworthy is that both of these geniuses are women. Meanwhile, Ni Yong, another genius standing beside them, was inadvertently overlooked due to the focus on his opponent.


    In the arena, a tense atmosphere enveloped the space as soon as the referee signaled the start of the match, particrly between the two well-prepared female prodigies.


    Ni Yirong¡¯s talent slightly surpassed that of Ni Shang, but that didn¡¯t necessarily make her the stronger of the two.


    At the referee¡¯s cue, Ni Shang charged forward with her wooden sword, fearless. This time, she refrained from fancy swordy. The wooden sword in her grasp was potent, slicing through the air with a faint whistle as Ni Shang swung with incredible speed.


    ¡°Trying to outpace me?¡± Ni Yirong scoffed, mirroring Ni Shang¡¯s aggressive approach.


    Ni Yirong¡¯s peach-colored gown billowed, struggling to keep up with her swift movements. She appeared ethereal, like a celestial being gracing the earth, her presence dazzling.


    On the other side, Ni Huibo calmly lifted his wooden sword.


    ¡°Brother Ni Yong, you make the first move.¡±


    ¡°No, you go ahead.¡±


    Ni Yong¡¯s demeanor was grave as he held his sword and bowed with sped fists, his sincerity evident.


    Ni Huibo arched an eyebrow, pondering briefly before shaking his head, ¡°I can¡¯t strike first. I¡¯m your senior, and as the saying goes, the elder should look after the younger. Please, you initiate.¡±


    The difference in speed between Ni Yirong and Ni Shang was negligible. Their vibrant garments fluttered midair, and before the spectators could grasp the action, the two had already shed.


    The wooden long swords barely touched before splinters rained down, scattered by the air currents created by their swift movements.


    In an instant, they crossed paths, eachnding where the other had just stood.


    ¡°What a spectacle! Ni Yirong and Ni Shang are perfectly matched. With such talent, they are indeed gifted individuals.¡±


    Ni Xianjian, standing on the elevated tform,vished praise upon Ni Yirong and Ni Shang, unable to contain hisughter as he pped his hands in delight.


    The ordinary disciples couldn¡¯t discern the swift exchange, but Ni Xianjian, as a cultivator at thete Great Perfection stage of the second level, was well aware of the recent events. Ni Yirong and Ni Shangunched incredibly fast attacks. After their swords shed, they both lunged at each other, but upon realizing they had the same target, they quickly retracted their strikes.


    In just a moment, Ni Yirong and Ni Shang appeared to pass by one another, but they had already engaged inbat, proving to be equally matched. Their attack strategies, angles, and methods of withdrawal were nearly identical.


    Each technique executed by Ni Yirong and Ni Shang demanded substantial strength as its foundation. Ordinary disciples would likely have been defeated by now.


    Both Ni Yirong and Ni Shang touched down on the ground, visibly unsatisfied with the oue.


    Ni Shang¡¯s footsteps shifted slowly. Uponnding, she spun on the spot, leveraging the ground¡¯s force. She bent at the waist and soared into the air. Completing a spin, she plunged her wooden sword straight downward.


    Around Ni Shang, her garments billowed, and spiritual energy pulsed, reminiscent of a white bird in song. Her movements were the epitome of elegance, her hands seemingly effortless. Her gentleness was on full disy.


    ?¡±Sister Ni Shang¡¯s technique is the Linglong mental cultivation method. Is she already resorting to her trump card?¡± a young spectator eximed, his face alight with awe. Many around him, unfamiliar with Ni Shang¡¯s technique, bombarded him with questions.


    Ni Shang¡¯s enchanting poise, coupled with her delicate beauty, left many spellbound.


    ¡°Look, Yirong is making her move!¡±


    As the crowd buzzed with inquiries about Ni Shang¡¯s technique, a voice suddenly redirected their attention back to the center of the action.


    Ni Yirong watched the fleeting figure in the air, her brow furrowed in concentration. She knew better than to underestimate her opponent. With only a handful of prodigies in the Ni family, and after numerous secret contests, Yirong and Ni Shang hade to understand each other quite well. Ni Yirong had already gauged the potency of Ni Shang¡¯s techniques.


    Ni Shang¡¯s slender frame, wielding a straight wooden sword, lunged forward. The tip of the sword shimmered with a faint light, radiating waves of spiritual energy.


    ?Ni Yirong inhaled deeply, striving to harness the spiritual energy within her. Currently at the peak of Great Perfection, she was on the cusp of the second level, ready to cross that threshold at any moment. Consequently, her spiritual energy was notably more potent than Ni Shang¡¯s.


    The wooden sword in Ni Yirong¡¯s grasp glowed with a subtle red aura. Although the glow was faint, the sword thrummed with an unceasing flow of spiritual energy.


    In stark contrast to Ni Shang, Ni Yirong exuded an aura akin to a wild, zing fire. Her pupils had even taken on a fiery hue.


    Spiritual energy swirled around Ni Yirong, gradually coalescing. It flowed into her body before coursing through her meridians into the wooden sword, amplifying its power.


    As the wooden sword from above thrust downward, Ni Yirong let out a forceful cry, and a burst of red light shed through the air.


    The shing spiritual energies erupted, sending a scorching wave rolling out like a tumultuous sea, engulfing the surroundings.


    Ni Huibo gripped his wooden sword as the heat wave caused his simple garment to flutter slightly. Strands of hair at his temples danced in the heated air.


    ?¡±They¡¯re battling with such intensity,¡± Ni Huibo remarked, admiring the ferocity of Ni Yirong and Ni Shang¡¯s duel. He then turned to Ni Yong with a grave look, his eyes brimming with determination.


    ¡°With their battle so fierce, it¡¯s our turn to spar,¡± he dered.


    ¡°Alright, you¡¯re up to make the first move,¡± Ni Yong responded.


    ¡°No, after you,¡± Ni Huibo insisted.


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 Chapter 38

    C38 ¨C The Helplessness of the Judge


    The heat wave in the arena slowly faded, revealing the figures of the two women.


    It was a sh devoid of finesse, and it had taken its toll on both of them.


    Ni Shang found herself at the edge of the arena, nearly ejected by the force. She was gasping for air, her hand pressed against her chest as she struggled to steady her racing heart and quivering body.


    Her wooden sword remained gripped in her hand, the tip marred by a charred scar that was startling to behold. Wisps of white smoke still curled from the de.


    She cast a nce at the sword, her expression a mix of shock and relief.


    Ni Yirong, on the other hand, was faring much worse.


    She remained where she was, her hair in disarray, her clothing tattered.


    Her once formidable red wooden sword had been reduced to nothing but a hilt, ckened as if retrieved from a fire, exuding a scent of char.


    Her right sleeve, which had held the sword, was gone, exposing swathes of her smooth, white skin.


    Blood trickled down her slender arm, gathering at her fingertips before dripping to the ground.


    On the high tform, Ni Xianjian rose abruptly, his face etched with concern.


    Apart from Ni Situo and Ni Huibo, Yirong was among the strongest of the family¡¯s younger generation, blessed with exceptional talent. Her injuries naturally caused a surge of anxiety.


    ¡°She shouldn¡¯t have sustained such severe injuries,¡± he murmured, squinting at the scene below, his face creased with confusion. ¡°Yirong¡¯s strength should surpass Ni Shang¡¯s. How could she be so hurt from a mere collision?¡±


    As his words faded, Yirong, still on the stage, lifted her head with great effort.


    ?¡±Perhaps I overestimated myself?¡± she mused bitterly, ncing at Ni Shang, who looked on with tense concern before copsing.


    ¡°Ni Shang wins!¡±


    The referee¡¯s voice boomed as he dashed forward, catching Yirong in his arms and swiftly carrying her off the stage.


    ¡°How could this be? What just happened?¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t ask me¡ªI¡¯m clueless.¡±


    ¡°Did Yirong really lose? And to lose so decisively?¡±


    The crowd erupted into a buzz of confusion. The young disciples stared at the unconscious Ni Yirong and then at Ni Shang, who had barely a scratch on her. Disbelief was evident in their eyes.


    And it wasn¡¯t just them; many of the elders were just as baffled.


    The two sisters¡¯ strengths were supposed to beparable. There shouldn¡¯t be such a vast disparity. Ni Yirong had passed out, yet Ni Shang was merely catching her breath.


    ¡°Silence, everyone! Let¡¯s continue with the match!¡± Ni Xianjian¡¯s timely shout brought calm to themotion.


    The area fell quiet immediately, a testament to the respect they had for the second-levelte-period patriarch.


    Ni Xianjian surveyed the crowd coolly. Seeing that he had quelled the unrest, he swiftly leaped down from the tform to Ni Yirong¡¯s side.


    ¡°These sisters are quite formidable.¡±


    Ni Yong, observing Ni Shang still lost in thought, offered his heartfeltmendation.


    Ni Huibo nodded in agreement.


    Based on their recent disy, his chances of defeating either sister seemed slim. They had a solid grasp of their cultivation methods, capable of unleashing considerable power.


    In contrast, his own understanding of the Clear Sight was only rudimentary. The gap between them was more pronounced than he cared to admit.


    ¡°The might of the cultivation method is profound and unpredictable. Clearly, I need to redouble my efforts. To grow stronger, I must push myself even harder.¡±


    Ni Huibo silently admonished himself, his gaze steely with resolve.


    While he was reflecting, the referee returned to the center of the arena. He nced at Ni Shang, who was still in a trance, and spoke gently, ¡°Ni Shang, take a break. There are more bouts ahead.¡±


    Startled by his words, Ni Shang snapped out of her reverie.


    ?She cast aplex look at the ck hilt lying on the ground nearby, a silent testament to her inexplicable victory. Though puzzled by her unexpected win, she knew she had to focus on the uing challenges and reluctantly exited the arena.


    ?The referee let out a sigh, a hint of regret in his eyes before he looked away. However, he soon caught sight of two individuals who were still earnestly deferring to each other.


    ¡°Brother, please, you make the first move.¡±


    ¡°No, after you.¡±


    ?They echoed their earlier sentiments, seemingly engaged in aical routine, yet their expressions were dead serious. The referee¡¯s face darkened as he nced between them, then strode over and bellowed, ¡°What¡¯s going on with you two? Everyone else has finished their bouts, and you haven¡¯t even started. Do you intend to settle this with a debate?¡±


    Ni Yong¡¯s face flushed with embarrassment upon hearing this, and he hastily replied, ¡°No, that¡¯s not it. I simply wanted to give you the honor of striking first.¡±


    ¡°That won¡¯t do. The teachings say we must be humble. Please, you go ahead!¡±


    ¡­¡­


    The referee was at a loss for words as he observed the pair. He felt the urge to erupt in anger, but since both had valid points, he resorted to a more diplomatic approach. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll count to three, and then you both make your move simultaneously.¡±


    ¡°Excellent suggestion!¡±


    ¡°Indeed, very well.¡±


    ?Ni Huibo nodded, stepped back, and aimed his wooden sword straight ahead. Ni Yong, not to be outdone, shed his previously timid demeanor. As he lifted his wooden sword, a fierce momentum surged forth.


    Blessed with a medium grade talent at level three, he was even more gifted than Ni Shang, but due to certain external factors, he had temporarily fallen behind in his cultivation. Nevertheless, the gap was minimal, and he was now on the cusp of achieving Great Perfection in thete period of the first level.


    Facing him, Ni Huibo grew wary. The aura emanating from Ni Yong was nearly indistinguishable from Ni Shang¡¯s. Relying solely on the power of the first level, Ni Huibo wasn¡¯t overly confident in securing a victory.


    ¡°Three!¡±


    ¡°Two!¡±


    ¡°One!¡±


    ?As the final count was called, Ni Yongunched forward like an arrow from a bow. In terms of sheer speed, even Ni Shang might notpare. He had nearly attained the second level, vastly exceeding the peak capabilities of the average person.


    ¡°A cultivation method focused on speed!¡±


    Ni Huibo made a split-second decision. Without the aid of a cultivation method, it was impossible for someone at the first level to achieve such speed.


    His eyes narrowed, focusing intently on Ni Yong¡¯s movements. Meanwhile, his wooden sword traced a peculiar arc before he fiercely brought it down in a shing motion.


    ?¡±Brother, be careful,¡± Ni Yong warned. As he advanced, his body swayed deceptively. With a few feints, he was suddenly at Ni Huibo¡¯s side.


    The wooden sword in Ni Yong¡¯s grasp carried a piercing sharpness as it thrust toward Ni Huibo. It was straightforward and exceedingly fast.


    Ni Huibo failed to react immediately. By the time he noticed the wooden sword, its tip was already looming before him.


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 Chapter 39

    C39 ¨C Challenge Competition Begins


    ¡°That was quick!¡±


    His heart raced, realizing it was toote to block. His only option was to hastily tumble to the side.


    The wooden sword grazed his shoulder as he narrowly evaded it, but in doing so, he lost his footing.


    Ni Yong, witnessing this, felt a surge of excitement. He swung his wooden sword down with a whooshing sound.


    Ni Yong¡¯s move was incredibly swift, leaving Ni Huibo no time to react. Ni Huibo was still mid-air, off-bnce and unable to dodge.


    ¡°It looks like I need to tap into the second level after all.¡±


    He mentally sighed as spiritual energy swiftly converged into his left hand. Then, he stealthily patted the ground.


    With that palm strike, the spiritual energy burst forth as if finding an outlet, propelling his body upwards with force.


    Ni Huibo executed a backflip, avoiding Ni Yong¡¯s strike.


    Ni Huibo wouldn¡¯t miss such an opportune moment. He swung his wooden sword, striking Ni Yong on the shoulder.


    Ni Huibonded, and both men came to a halt.


    Ni Yong, looking at the wooden sword on his shoulder, was momentarily dazed.


    He had almost been assured victory since Ni Huibo was mid-air and unable to counter.


    But how had he suddenly taken flight?


    First-level cultivators only begin to harness spiritual energy, using it to enhance their weapons or themselves at most.


    They couldn¡¯t perform the maneuver Ni Huibo had just executed.


    ¡°That¡¯s the cultivation method I practice.¡±


    Ni Huibo cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged with red.


    In a critical moment, he had resorted to the second level¡¯s cultivation method and secured an unexpected victory. Now, to avoid revealing his true level, he had to fabricate an excuse.


    ¡°I promised the Chief to conceal my cultivation level; it¡¯s not really lying.¡±


    He reassured himself internally, though his expression betrayed his embarrassment.


    A hint of disappointment crossed Ni Yong¡¯s face, but he quicklyposed himself and conceded, ¡°You¡¯re quite skilled. I admit defeat this time.¡±


    With those words, he left the contest field with aposed stride, his earlier intensity reced by his usual gentle demeanor.


    ¡°Ni Huibo wins!¡±


    Blushing, Ni Huibo quickly retreated to the privacy of the lounge, escaping the crowd¡¯s gaze.


    The remaining contests wrapped up swiftly, leaving only ten contestants in the running. This meant that only one final match remained.


    The top ten rankings diverged significantly from Ni Xianjian¡¯s initial predictions.


    The third round ofpetition pressed on.


    In this final round, Ni Huibo was decidedly more fortunate. His adversary was merely in the middle period of the first level, allowing him an effortless victory.


    The top five were determined just as dusk approached.


    Apart from the expected Ni Situo, Ni Huibo, and Ni Shang, the remaining two were family disciples also in the middle period of the first level.


    Ni Yong and Ni Yirong certainly wouldn¡¯t miss such a pivotal opportunity. With the challenge matches starting the next day, they were bound to step forward with their challenges.


    This strategy was proving to be Xianjian¡¯s most astute decision to date.


    Ni Huibo¡¯s emergence also took many by surprise.


    He demonstrated the prowess of thete period of the first level and used a remarkable technique to defeat Ni Yong, emerging as thepetition¡¯s biggest dark horse.


    Those who had previously underestimated him were now revising their opinions, giving Ni Huibo the respect he deserved.


    Yet Ni Huibo himself was unfazed by this shift in perception.


    Years of experience had taught him to disregard others¡¯ views. As soon as the final bout concluded, he slipped away from the contest field and made his way back to his modest courtyard.


    After a quick watering of the nts, he settled into his room, assuming a meditative posture on the bed.


    Despite facing lower-ranked n members in today¡¯s bouts, the experience had been beneficial.


    His understanding of the Clear Qi Method had deepened significantly.


    The strength of the cultivation method had been impressively showcased by the n¡¯s prodigies, and even the average n members had managed to substantially boost theirbat abilities.


    However, Ni Huibo struggled with it.


    Perhaps due to an initial poor choice, mastering the Clear Qi Method was proving to be exceedingly difficult. Had he not serendipitously entered that particr state today, he might still be without a clue on how to proceed with hisprehension.


    He sensed that once he fully grasped this cultivation method, it might surpass his wildest expectations in power, though the challenge remained daunting.


    Clearing his mind of all distractions, he carefully revisited the sensation he had experienced earlier.


    ¡°I must forget the techniques; one technique epasses millions.¡±


    As he spoke, his consciousness expanded, leaving his mind utterly nk, devoid of any thoughts.


    ¡­¡­


    ?The following day, a beam of sunlight vaulted the tall courtyard walls and streamed directly onto Ni Huibo¡¯s face through the window.


    He furrowed his brow and slowly opened his eyes.


    ¡°Did I actually fall asleep?¡±


    He gazed at the blinding sunlight outside with a hint of resignation.


    The concept of emptying one¡¯s mind and forgetting everything was a mystery that he found particrly elusive.


    He was an avid reader with an exceptional memory.


    He could wlessly recite books he had read three or four years ago after just a moment¡¯s reflection. In light of this, the act of intentional forgetting was a challenge for him.


    ¡°This High rity Mantra is truly esoteric. I wonder when I¡¯ll grasp even a fraction of it.¡±


    Ni Huibo sighed deeply. Despite having reached that state, he still hadn¡¯t grasped the essence, let alone mastered it. In fact, he didn¡¯t understand it at all.


    Luckily, his current level was sufficient to sustain him, and he didn¡¯t immediately need a cultivation method to enhance his strength, so there was no rush.


    Most importantly, he wasn¡¯t one to give up.


    ¡­¡­


    Today was the day to vie for the top five spots, and as one of the contenders, Ni Huibo was expected to be present. After freshening up, he made his way to the contest field.


    Ni Yirong¡¯s wounds appeared to have nearly healed, and she too had arrived at the field.


    Ni Yong was there as well. With the stakes of thepetition being so high, he couldn¡¯t afford to take it lightly. Aside from them, the rest had essentially conceded.


    Before Ni Huibo¡¯s arrival, there was still a sliver of hope for contention. But now, the top five rankings seemed to be set in stone.


    Without the strength of thete first level, one simply couldn¡¯t im a spot.


    This had bemon knowledge among the Ni family¡¯s younger generation.


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 Chapter 40

    C40 ¨C The Quota Has Already Been Confirmed


    This was the harsh reality.


    Five individuals at thete stage of the first level had emerged, and with their strength only at the middle stage, they stood no chance inpetition.


    Centered on the stage were five people: Ni Situo, Ni Shang, Ni Huibo, along with two young men who had fortuitously joined their ranks. Despite knowing they were about to be challenged and likely eliminated, their expressions bore no sign of defeat. Their presence here would not go unnoticed in the future, ensuring they would receive a certain level of recognition.


    ?In such a critical situation, Ni Huibo and Ni Yong would not let personal loyalties cloud their judgment. They would only choose to challenge those they were most likely to defeat.


    From his vantage point on the high tform, Ni Xianjian surveyed the crowd. Noticing everyone had assembled, he dered in a booming voice, ¡°Very well! Now, all those who have been eliminated will have one opportunity to issue a challenge. Should they seed, they will take the ce of the defeated and be part of the top five, earning the right to enter the forbidden area.¡±


    His voice, amplified by an unseen force, reverberated with impressive might.


    ?The audience absorbed every word, yet a hush fell over the crowd. The previous day¡¯s contests hadid bare the gulf between the middle andte stages. To challenge now would be to invite disgrace upon oneself.


    However, there were two notable exceptions.


    Ni Yirong and Ni Yong simultaneously stepped forward.


    ¡°I wish to challenge Yang Feng.¡±


    ¡°I wish to challenge Yang Meng.¡±


    Their actions hardly caused a ripple of surprise among the onlookers.


    Onstage, the two named disciples responded with wry smiles and stepped forward.


    ¡­¡­


    With no challengers, Ni Huibo found himself with time to spare. He casually made his way to the edge of the tform to wait.


    The pair in question were certainly strong, standing out in the middle stage of the first level, but the disparity in their abilities was still significant.


    As Ni Huibo settled down to meditate, the battle on the stage swiftly concluded.


    ?¡±That was quick!¡± he thought to himself, a mix of surprise and admiration stirring within him.


    Ni Yirong and Ni Yong had reached the pinnacle of the first level. Should they sessfully advance to the second level, their prospects would be incredibly promising, potentially even rivaling Ni Xianjian¡¯s achievements. Their innate talent was a powerful ally in their ascent.


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure about my own talent. Without the power within me and the Lifedrinker Orb continuously drawing in spiritual energy, I might begging behind them,¡± Ni Huibo mused, maintaining a calm expression while his hands were clenched tightly.


    ¡°Ni Yirong and Ni Yong have emerged victorious, securing their ces in the top five! Does anyone else wish to challenge them?¡± Ni Xianjian proimed from the stage, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he gazed upon the triumphant pair, clearly pleased. Despite a few unexpected turns, the overall oue had unfolded much as he had anticipated.


    A hush fell over the crowd below the stage.


    ¡°In that case, this year¡¯s Ni Family Competition is hereby concluded. As the Patriarch, I dere the victors to be Ni Situo, Ni Huibo, Ni Shang, Ni Yirong, and Ni Yong.¡±


    ¡°Furthermore, they will be granted ess to the Martial Hall¡¯s forbidden area, where they may each select a cultivation method of their choice.¡±


    With these words, Ni Xianjian pped his hands, signaling the approach of several white-haired elders who followed in his wake. These esteemed elders of the Ni family typically oversaw the sacred forbidden area and seldom made public appearances.


    ?Expressions of envy and anticipation danced across the faces of the younger family members gathered below. The Martial Hall¡¯s forbidden area was shrouded in mystery within the Ni family, a ce few had ever ventured. Ni Xianjian¡¯s demeanor suggested that he was about to reveal the entrance then and there.


    Ni Huibo and his peers stood together in the center of the martial arts field, silently awaiting the unveiling of the entrance.


    The Martial Hall was situated adjacent to the Ni family estate, bordered on three sides by tnd and backed by the Mountain. The entrance to the forbidden area was nestled against the mountainside, marked by a massive stone door exuding an air of antiquity. The door stood imposingly, its presence both weighty and profound.


    Intricate, unusual patterns adorned the stone door, which, despite being crafted by human hands, seemed as though it was part of nature itself. Moss clung to its surface, hinting at its ancient existence.


    Two lofty towers nked the stone door, constructed of rich mahogany. These were more familiar to the n members, who would often nce their way during visits to the Martial Hall. The towers served as the residence for the family¡¯s elders.


    The elders of the Ni family set themselves apart from those of other families by typically refraining from meddling in family affairs. They served as the guardians of the sacred grounds, emerging only when the family¡¯s very survival was at stake.


    For this reason, only they could initiate the opening of the sacred grounds, as they alone possessed the knowledge of its activation.


    ¡°Elders,¡± Ni Xianjian greeted, bowing with his hands sped before the venerable men, his gaze brimming with respect. ¡°As the head of the Ni family, I humbly request that you unlock the Martial Hall¡¯s sacred grounds, allowing the younger generation to seek their fortunes.¡±


    ¡°Xianjian, these youngsters are quite impressive,¡± remarked an elder, his hand fondly stroking his white beard. He turned to his peers and said, ¡°Brothers, let¡¯s begin.¡±


    ¡°Indeed, let¡¯s not dy them any further,¡± they agreed, smiling and nodding in approval. The elders were heartened to see such promising talent in their lineage. Without further ado, they each produced a jade stone from within their sleeves.


    The jades were translucent and uniquely shaped, each glowing with a soft, jade-green sheen.


    Exchanging knowing nces, the elders made their way to the imposing stone door.


    Ni Xianjian chided the five awestruck youths with a chuckle, ¡°What are you waiting for? Come along! The elders are here to escort you into the sacred grounds.¡±


    Startled, Ni Huibo¡¯s face lit up with excitement, and he hurried after them, the others quickly falling in step behind him.


    Approaching the entrance, the stone door loomed everrger, its ancient presence enveloping them, the faint dampness of moss adding to the enveloping sense of mystery.


    The five elders positioned themselves before the door, where one could discern five recesses. Each elder ced their jade into a corresponding groove.


    The earth quivered gently as the massive stone door began to swing inward, its movement apanied by a deep, resonant sound.


    For Ni Huibo and hispanions, this was their inaugural visit to the sacred grounds. They watched in awe as the formidable gateway yielded, revealing the secrets thaty beyond.


    ¡°This intricate mechanism was crafted by the finest artisans of a bygone era,¡± one elder exined with pride. ¡°It represents the pinnacle of worldly craftsmanship. Even the family head would struggle to open this door without considerable effort.¡±


    Observing the shock on their faces, the elder at the back couldn¡¯t resist a boastful remark, clearly pleased with himself.


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