Two days remained until the Martial Arts Assembly. On this noon, the Sect Master personally traveled to Mufeng to meet with Moyang to discuss matters reted to the Martial Arts Assembly.

  “In two days, it will be the Martial Arts Assembly. At that time, Elder Three will lead you to Xuantian City. This is your first time participating, so once you arrive at Xuantian City, rest for a night to recharge your spirits. Do not put too much pressure on yourself!” the Sect Master said in a tone of instru as they stood in a courtyard.

  Moyang said nothing but simply nodded.

  “I heard from Grand Elder that you’ve already reached Mid-Stage of the Earth Mystic Realm Tier Three. Normally speaking, even if you enter the stro disciples from the other three sects, your bat prowess wouldn’t differ much. However, you ck actual bat experience, so I suggest you avoid stepping onto the stage too soon. Study your oppos’ habits and teiques from the sidelines first!”

  “But regardless of the oute, the most important thing is to ensure your own safety. Winning or losing is sedary!”

  The Sect Master spoke in a string of reminders, emphasizing his for Moyang’s well-being.

  Moyang sighed and said, “Sect Master, do not worry. It was always my master leading the team before. Since he ot go this time, I’ll step in to make up for that regret!”

  The Sect Master looked at Moyang with surprise, as if he wao ask something, but hesitated and refrained.

  He couldn’t determine Moyang’s true cultivation level—something that troubled him. Despite wanting to ask, he remembered Grand Elder's words and chose to hold back.

  “Tomorrow m, we’ll set off. Prepare yourself!” the Sect Master said before turning and walking toward the outer courtyard. After a few steps, he turned back toward Moyang and said, “Fei’er will also join you this time. Look out for her on my behalf!”

  Moyang nodded. With Elder Three leading the way, he wasn’t too worried about other issues.

  The m, Qi Heng and the others had already gathered at the martial training ground, waiting. Moyang was te, though this wasn’t iional—it was because he had been prehending a divine symbols withiar Emperor Tower, and nearly lost track of time.

  “That guy, always te. This time at the Martial Arts Assembly, I really ’t py hope in him!” one of the disciples muttered. This individual was close to Qi Heng and remembered when Moyang had made everyone wait for a long time during their initial duel.

  Qi Heng’s expression was also dark but remained silent.

  Fei’er was excited and waved toward Moyang. “Brother Moyang, over here…”

  Xuxin looked at her with disapproval, thinking, This girl has absolutely been ented by Moyang’s charm.

  Xuxin thought to herself: Girls o maintain their posure, especially as the Sect Master’s daughter. What kind of words are those? Avoid getting too close to him. This guy is nothing but trouble!

  “Xuxin, Moyang isn’t bad at all!” Fei’er whispered.

  Moyang had shown remarkable restraint when Fei’er had exposed herself earlier; he did nothing at all and fled instead. If it had been anyone else, that situation might have led to far worse outes.

  Xuxin shook her head, speechless. This girl truly has no hope.

  “Good m, brothers and sisters!” Moyang greeted as he stepped toward the group with a smile.

  Everyone exged gnces, speechless. They weren’t sure how to describe Moyang. Being te by half an hour? What was this timing?

  The group set out toward Xuantian City. Their journey would be assisted by tame Flying Pengs, which were rge flying birds with wingspans reag teers in their adult forms. They could easily carry multiple people.

  “Since we’re here, let’s set out now. Arriving at Xuantian City early will give you all time to familiarize yourselves with the area,” Elder Three said.

  Before Moyang could react, the three Flying Pengs’ backs were already crowded with disciples. The other disciples seemed relut to share a Flying Peng with Moyang.

  On one Flying Peng, three disciples sat behind Elder Three, while Qi Heng rode his own Flying Peng with three others. The final bird carried Xuxin and Fei’er.

  “Brother Moyang, e on up…” Fei’er waved excitedly.

  Xuxin’s expression soured, but there wasn’t much she could do to move onto one of the other two birds.

  “Moyang, you ride this one. Fei’er and Xuxin are young girls—take your time with them,” Elder Three said.

  “Uh… alright,” Moyang replied, a bit helpless. This was a stark trast to how eager the same disciples had been a few days ago when exging pills with him.

  Moya onto the Flying Peng’s back with ease. He was very familiar with this type of bird, as the Fourth Elder used to take him riding frequently.

  Fei’er’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Moyang. She noted how effortlessly elegant and fident he was on the bird’s back. Other disciples, however, frowhinking, Two beauties like them are riding with Moyang? Isn’t that just letting him take advantage?

  The three Flying Pengs roared as they took flight, s away from the martial training grounds.

  Moyang’s bird led the way, quickly leaving the other two behind. Fei’er held tightly to Moyang’s robes, her excitement evident as she screamed in joy.

  Xuxin, meanwhile, regretted her decision. She gritted her teeth against the wind and shouted, “Moyang, you slow down? Elder Three and Qi Heng are still behind!”

  “What? Flying Pengs are fast by nature. Why should I slow down? Are you scared? You just admit it if you are!” Moyang said, not even turning his head.

  After flying through several dense forests, Moyaually slowed his pace. Xuxin’s face ale, and she gred at Moyang angrily, muttering to herself about how crazy he was.

  “Brother Moyang, what is the cultivation of the stro disciples from the other three sects?” Moyang asked.

  Xuxin took a deep breath aantly answered: “Last year’s Martial Arts Assembly showed that Longchid Pavilion’s Long Wu and Qian Wushuang already reached Earth Mystic Realm. After a year of training, they’re probably at Earth Mystic Realm Tier Two.”

  “Yuqi’s Mu Qiu was very strong st time, rgely tributing to their first-pce ranking.”

  “What about Xua?” Moyang asked again.

  “They’re on simir strength to our Lingxu Sebsp;but Pang Long’s methods emphasize external training. His physical strength is unmatched in his tier.”

  Moyang thought about these points but wasn’t overly ed about anyone below Heaven Mystic Realm. His focus remained on the cultivators of the Heaven Mystic Realm.

  “Should be manageable,” Moyang murmured.

  Xuxi out a cold snort. “Don’t uimate these people. You’re too inexperienced. Against someone seasoned in bat at the same tier, you’ll struggle to stand a ce!”

  Moyang smiled but didn’t argue. His goal was simple—to make up for his master’s regret. Nothing more.

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