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Two weeks before the Congregation.
Origin World — Warrior's Platform.
"What's happening today? Is it the Dural Family, again?"
"Yes, after their young master and the current Family Head and Great Elder got defeated their Ancestor who just arrived are now up to take the Six Masks."
The spectator seats of the Warrior Platform, which happened to be a Colosseum were filled to the brim, a rare sight in the Origin Lands. But, today was different, this was the long-awaited end to the drama of the Dural Family and the mysterious group previously known as the Five Mask, now known as Six Masks.
It all began when the young miss of the Dural Family strutted around the Dark Sword Inn demanding a room. She was haughty and then got served by one of the Six Masks, who almost crippled her mind for three days.
She sought out revenge by asking for her brother's help, who came running to assist her, and from there, everything was blown out of proportion. Her father, her grandfather, both were troubled and now even her ancestor.
Though it was a mess and the young miss was already reprimanded, the Dural Family were still responding with hostility. They were already beaten multiple times, but even they were sending out experts one after the other in order to regain their faces.
All of it was, quite frankly, stupid.
"Hey, hurry it up I do not have all day!" An old man with the face of a young man shouted. This old man had a pretty face, someone with infinite lifespan, and an annoyingly loud voice. Someone at the pinnacle of Rank8 Cultivation, Seizing Stars Realm.
He was ignored by Wang Ling's group.
"So, what are we doing here exactly?" Wang Ling asked as he and the others were currently on a colosseum at the Northern Edge of the Origin Lands, "Also, when did the Origin Lands had a colosseum like this?"
"Three thousand years after the first wave of the Abyssal Demons, this was built by the Alliance. Well, every major world has them, they are meant to host the fights to avoid too many damages. It is called Warrior's Platform." Chang Ping explained.
"Is that so, okay, that's all the question I have. Qinyang, please finish this off as soon as possible, I want to have breakfast today, it had been months since I late something."
Around were the same five people he came with, all of them had the same uninterested expression except for Qinyang who had to deal with the noisy Ancestor. She was unimpressed by all of this.
Qinyang flashed Wang Ling a glare, "If Sir Wa—Ling Wang is so impatient why not you do it yourself? You were the one who started this in the first place."
"I would if I could, but I'm too weak right now." Though Wang Ling laughed, Qinyang was not amused, "Okay, okay, I'll compensate you with something, hmmm…. How about I teach one of the movements of the Twilight Sword?"
Qinyang's brows shot up, she pouted and then tried her best to stifle a smile, "Okay, if you insist, I'll destroy him in a minute."
"Do it in ten seconds and I'll teach you two movements."
"Deal!"
Qinyang unhesitatingly hopped onto the platform, she looked at her opponent, he was wearing a long robe, and held a golden fan he waved around like he was some bigshot.
Seeing this Qinyang already understood how the others turned out the way they were, [Good thing Mother raised me well… ah, I miss Mother. But I'm also having fun.]
She was in a conundrum, [I'll stay here until Mother is awake.] or not.
"They are sending a young lady to die!?" the Ancestor shouted aloud.
"Seeing how you're not even at the pinnacle of cultivation, I don't think you're older."
"What was that, child?"
"Nothing, just assessing the situation—Sir Ling Wang, when the does time begin?" Qinyang abruptly asked.
"When the fight starts." Wang Ling answered.
"I have a lot of time then." Qinyang stretched her limbs, her smile became broader and then, she cracked her fingers, "Okay, let us get this over with, Mr. Young Ancestor, please begin your attack."
The Dural Family Ancestor heard her, then, the fan he held onto cracked and then broke.
"You insufferable brat, you dare ignore me!? Do you know who I am?" The Ancestor of the Dural Family was ignored, no one had done that to him before, he was angry, and so, his qi ran wild, his soul exploded outwards, his [Domain] quickly showed its head as he roared, "You son of a bitch, I am Dural T—"
He stopped because the moment his qi emerged the was moment a hand appeared in front of him.
Qinyang had learned well from watching Wang Ling.
BOOM!
The Ancestor of the Dural Family had his head hit the platform so hard that it buried him in its entirety. Qinyang looked at him from above, his eyes were still opened, she pouted then raised her leg—
"How dare you curse my Mother? I'll break you."
BOOM!
The Ancestor's limbs were outstretched before plopping down and turning into noodles, he finally became unconscious.
And with this victory the crowd went wild, "So, was that a perfect copy of your movement, Sir Ling Wang?" Qinyang asked as their group left not caring for the others wanting to talk to them about joining their Sects or asking them for tea.
"Pretty good, but you didn't have to disrespect him so much." Wang Ling said with a laugh.
"He disrespected my Mother!" Qinyang said with a harrumph.
The twins who learned of this threatened to turn around but was stopped by Wang Ling, they looked at him with irritated eyes, "What?"
"I can tell you two want to kill them, stop it."
"We would never." They protested while putting away their killing intent.
"Yeah, sure. We can't kill him here, if you want to get him, then eradicate their families and Sect, but because we are a part of the Sword Tower at least as a front, we can't do that." Wang Ling didn't argue over the morality of killing and just handed them over to Roan.
They walked away and just as they were leaving the Colosseum to get breakfast, Wang Ling suddenly stopped as he caught sight of someone.
It was an old man, with a missing arm, and a long white beard. His appearance had changed with time, but, Wang Ling could definitely recognize him still, "Butler Sun?"
The old man stopped, turned to the masked man, saying, "Yes? Do I know you?"
===
Red Peak Mountain.
The usually empty mountain was currently bustling, a group of a single person, kowtowing to the tree.
They raised their heads, a smile plastered on a tear-stained face, all of them saying in a chorus, "So, I have returned."
The Revenants have learned of Wang Ling's reincarnation.
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Two weeks before the Congregation.
Origin World — Warrior's Platform.
"What's happening today? Is it the Dural Family, again?"
"Yes, after their young master and the current Family Head and Great Elder got defeated their Ancestor who just arrived are now up to take the Six Masks."
The spectator seats of the Warrior Platform, which happened to be a Colosseum were filled to the brim, a rare sight in the Origin Lands. But, today was different, this was the long-awaited end to the drama of the Dural Family and the mysterious group previously known as the Five Mask, now known as Six Masks.
It all began when the young miss of the Dural Family strutted around the Dark Sword Inn demanding a room. She was haughty and then got served by one of the Six Masks, who almost crippled her mind for three days.
She sought out revenge by asking for her brother's help, who came running to assist her, and from there, everything was blown out of proportion. Her father, her grandfather, both were troubled and now even her ancestor.
Though it was a mess and the young miss was already reprimanded, the Dural Family were still responding with hostility. They were already beaten multiple times, but even they were sending out experts one after the other in order to regain their faces.
All of it was, quite frankly, stupid.
"Hey, hurry it up I do not have all day!" An old man with the face of a young man shouted. This old man had a pretty face, someone with infinite lifespan, and an annoyingly loud voice. Someone at the pinnacle of Rank8 Cultivation, Seizing Stars Realm.
He was ignored by Wang Ling's group.
"So, what are we doing here exactly?" Wang Ling asked as he and the others were currently on a colosseum at the Northern Edge of the Origin Lands, "Also, when did the Origin Lands had a colosseum like this?"
"Three thousand years after the first wave of the Abyssal Demons, this was built by the Alliance. Well, every major world has them, they are meant to host the fights to avoid too many damages. It is called Warrior's Platform." Chang Ping explained.
"Is that so, okay, that's all the question I have. Qinyang, please finish this off as soon as possible, I want to have breakfast today, it had been months since I late something."
Around were the same five people he came with, all of them had the same uninterested expression except for Qinyang who had to deal with the noisy Ancestor. She was unimpressed by all of this.
Qinyang flashed Wang Ling a glare, "If Sir Wa—Ling Wang is so impatient why not you do it yourself? You were the one who started this in the first place."
"I would if I could, but I'm too weak right now." Though Wang Ling laughed, Qinyang was not amused, "Okay, okay, I'll compensate you with something, hmmm…. How about I teach one of the movements of the Twilight Sword?"
Qinyang's brows shot up, she pouted and then tried her best to stifle a smile, "Okay, if you insist, I'll destroy him in a minute."
"Do it in ten seconds and I'll teach you two movements."
"Deal!"
Qinyang unhesitatingly hopped onto the platform, she looked at her opponent, he was wearing a long robe, and held a golden fan he waved around like he was some bigshot.
Seeing this Qinyang already understood how the others turned out the way they were, [Good thing Mother raised me well… ah, I miss Mother. But I'm also having fun.]
She was in a conundrum, [I'll stay here until Mother is awake.] or not.
"They are sending a young lady to die!?" the Ancestor shouted aloud.
"Seeing how you're not even at the pinnacle of cultivation, I don't think you're older."
"What was that, child?"
"Nothing, just assessing the situation—Sir Ling Wang, when the does time begin?" Qinyang abruptly asked.
"When the fight starts." Wang Ling answered.
"I have a lot of time then." Qinyang stretched her limbs, her smile became broader and then, she cracked her fingers, "Okay, let us get this over with, Mr. Young Ancestor, please begin your attack."
The Dural Family Ancestor heard her, then, the fan he held onto cracked and then broke.
"You insufferable brat, you dare ignore me!? Do you know who I am?" The Ancestor of the Dural Family was ignored, no one had done that to him before, he was angry, and so, his qi ran wild, his soul exploded outwards, his [Domain] quickly showed its head as he roared, "You son of a bitch, I am Dural T—"
He stopped because the moment his qi emerged the was moment a hand appeared in front of him.
Qinyang had learned well from watching Wang Ling.
BOOM!
The Ancestor of the Dural Family had his head hit the platform so hard that it buried him in its entirety. Qinyang looked at him from above, his eyes were still opened, she pouted then raised her leg—
"How dare you curse my Mother? I'll break you."
BOOM!
The Ancestor's limbs were outstretched before plopping down and turning into noodles, he finally became unconscious.
And with this victory the crowd went wild, "So, was that a perfect copy of your movement, Sir Ling Wang?" Qinyang asked as their group left not caring for the others wanting to talk to them about joining their Sects or asking them for tea.
"Pretty good, but you didn't have to disrespect him so much." Wang Ling said with a laugh.
"He disrespected my Mother!" Qinyang said with a harrumph.
The twins who learned of this threatened to turn around but was stopped by Wang Ling, they looked at him with irritated eyes, "What?"
"I can tell you two want to kill them, stop it."
"We would never." They protested while putting away their killing intent.
"Yeah, sure. We can't kill him here, if you want to get him, then eradicate their families and Sect, but because we are a part of the Sword Tower at least as a front, we can't do that." Wang Ling didn't argue over the morality of killing and just handed them over to Roan.
They walked away and just as they were leaving the Colosseum to get breakfast, Wang Ling suddenly stopped as he caught sight of someone.
It was an old man, with a missing arm, and a long white beard. His appearance had changed with time, but, Wang Ling could definitely recognize him still, "Butler Sun?"
The old man stopped, turned to the masked man, saying, "Yes? Do I know you?"
===
Red Peak Mountain.
The usually empty mountain was currently bustling, a group of a single person, kowtowing to the tree.
They raised their heads, a smile plastered on a tear-stained face, all of them saying in a chorus, "So, I have returned."
The Revenants have learned of Wang Ling's reincarnation.
Two weeks before the Congregation. Origin World Warrior's Platform. "What's happening today? Is it the Dural Family, again?" "Yes, after their young master and the current Family Head and Great Elder got defeated their Ancestor who just arrived are now up to take the Six Masks." The spectator seats of the Warrior Platform, which happened to be a Colosseum were filled to the brim, a rare sight in the Origin Lands. But, today was different, this was the long-awaited end to the drama of the Dural Family and the mysterious group previously known as the Five Mask, now known as Six Masks. It all began when the young miss of the Dural Family strutted around the Dark Sword Inn demanding a room. She was haughty and then got served by one of the Six Masks, who almost crippled her mind for three days. She sought out revenge by asking for her brother's help, who came running to assist her, and from there, everything was blown out of proportion. Her father, her grandfather, both were troubled and now even her ancestor. Though it was a mess and the young miss was already reprimanded, the Dural Family were still responding with hostility. They were already beaten multiple times, but even they were sending out experts one after the other in order to regain their faces. All of it was, quite frankly, stupid. "Hey, hurry it up I do not have all day!" An old man with the face of a young man shouted. This old man had a pretty face, someone with infinite lifespan, and an annoyingly loud voice. Someone at the pinnacle of Rank8 Cultivation, Seizing Stars Realm. He was ignored by Wang Ling's group. "So, what are we doing here exactly?" Wang Ling asked as he and the others were currently on a colosseum at the Northern Edge of the Origin Lands, "Also, when did the Origin Lands had a colosseum like this?" "Three thousand years after the first wave of the Abyssal Demons, this was built by the Alliance. Well, every major world has them, they are meant to host the fights to avoid too many damages. It is called Warrior's Platform." Chang Ping explained. "Is that so, okay, that's all the question I have. Qinyang, please finish this off as soon as possible, I want to have breakfast today, it had been months since I late something." Around were the same five people he came with, all of them had the same uninterested expression except for Qinyang who had to deal with the noisy Ancestor. She was unimpressed by all of this. Qinyang flashed Wang Ling a glare, "If Sir WaLing Wang is so impatient why not you do it yourself? You were the one who started this in the first place." "I would if I could, but I'm too weak right now." Though Wang Ling laughed, Qinyang was not amused, "Okay, okay, I'll compensate you with something, hmmm. How about I teach one of the movements of the Twilight Sword?" Qinyang's brows shot up, she pouted and then tried her best to stifle a smile, "Okay, if you insist, I'll destroy him in a minute." "Do it in ten seconds and I'll teach you two movements." "Deal!" Qinyang unhesitatingly hopped onto the platform, she looked at her opponent, he was wearing a long robe, and held a golden fan he waved around like he was some bigshot. Seeing this Qinyang already understood how the others turned out the way they were, Good thing Mother raised me well ah, I miss Mother. But I'm also having fun. She was in a conundrum, I'll stay here until Mother is awake. or not. "They are sending a young lady to die!?" the Ancestor shouted aloud. "Seeing how you're not even at the pinnacle of cultivation, I don't think you're older." "What was that, child?" "Nothing, just assessing the situationSir Ling Wang, when the does time begin?" Qinyang abruptly asked. "When the fight starts." Wang Ling answered. "I have a lot of time then." Qinyang stretched her limbs, her smile became broader and then, she cracked her fingers, "Okay, let us get this over with, Mr. Young Ancestor, please begin your attack." The Dural Family Ancestor heard her, then, the fan he held onto cracked and then broke. "You insufferable brat, you dare ignore me!? Do you know who I am?" The Ancestor of the Dural Family was ignored, no one had done that to him before, he was angry, and so, his qi ran wild, his soul exploded outwards, his Domain quickly showed its head as he roared, "You son of a bitch, I am Dural T" He stopped because the moment his qi emerged the was moment a hand appeared in front of him. Qinyang had learned well from watching Wang Ling. BOOM! The Ancestor of the Dural Family had his head hit the platform so hard that it buried him in its entirety. Qinyang looked at him from above, his eyes were still opened, she pouted then raised her leg "How dare you curse my Mother? I'll break you." BOOM! The Ancestor's limbs were outstretched before plopping down and turning into noodles, he finally became unconscious. And with this victory the crowd went wild, "So, was that a perfect copy of your movement, Sir Ling Wang?" Qinyang asked as their group left not caring for the others wanting to talk to them about joining their Sects or asking them for tea. "Pretty good, but you didn't have to disrespect him so much." Wang Ling said with a laugh. "He disrespected my Mother!" Qinyang said with a harrumph. The twins who learned of this threatened to turn around but was stopped by Wang Ling, they looked at him with irritated eyes, "What?" "I can tell you two want to kill them, stop it." "We would never." They protested while putting away their killing intent. "Yeah, sure. We can't kill him here, if you want to get him, then eradicate their families and Sect, but because we are a part of the Sword Tower at least as a front, we can't do that." Wang Ling didn't argue over the morality of killing and just handed them over to Roan. They walked away and just as they were leaving the Colosseum to get breakfast, Wang Ling suddenly stopped as he caught sight of someone. It was an old man, with a missing arm, and a long white beard. His appearance had changed with time, but, Wang Ling could definitely recognize him still, "Butler Sun?" The old man stopped, turned to the masked man, saying, "Yes? Do I know you?" === Red Peak Mountain. The usually empty mountain was currently bustling, a group of a single person, kowtowing to the tree. They raised their heads, a smile plastered on a tear-stained face, all of them saying in a chorus, "So, I have returned." The Revenants have learned of Wang Ling's reincarnation.
