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Heavenly Luo Sect…
The Heavenly Luo Sect buzzed with life and anticipation. Laughter and chatter flowed like an endless stream through the sect's vast marble halls, serene courtyards, and bustling training grounds. On this auspicious day, the air was saturated with celebration and expectation.
Today marked not only the 70th anniversary of the Heavenly Luo Sect's founding, but also the start of one of its most storied traditions, the Outer Court Ranking Tournament.
This wasn't merely a spectacle. It was a crucible, a proving ground that separated the worthy from the forgettable.
For hundreds of eager Outer Court disciples, it was the opportunity of a lifetime. To carve their names into the annals of sect history. To ascend beyond mediocrity. Only the top ten would earn the right to challenge for a place in the Inner Court. And among them, only one would stand at the pinnacle as the undisputed champion.
The sect's central arena, known as Heaven's Echo Coliseum, was a marvel of craftsmanship. Towering stone walls wrapped around an open, circular battlefield. Ten massive dueling platforms had been erected in the center, each nearly fifty meters wide, carved from enchanted obsidian and etched with ancient runes to prevent excessive damage.
The colossal stands surrounding the arena could host tens of thousands, and today, every seat was filled.
On one side, the stands overflowed with disciples. Some cheered loudly for their favorites, waving banners and shouting names. Others whispered among themselves, carefully studying their potential rivals. But many came simply for the thrill, the blood-pounding, edge-of-your-seat excitement that only a proper cultivator's duel could deliver.
On the opposite side of the arena stood a raised grand podium, lavishly decorated and adorned with the emblems of the sect. Only the elite were allowed here: core disciples, inner court prodigies, and the sect's ruling elders. At its highest point, two thrones stood side by side.
The first was extravagant, sculpted from ivory and overlaid with veins of gold. It radiated prestige and authority. Upon it sat Sect Master Luo Feng, his long black hair cascading past his shoulders, dressed in ceremonial azure robes lined with silver cloud patterns.
His face bore the calm majesty of one who ruled without challenge.
Beside him was a far simpler seat, a throne of dark, polished wood, unembellished but elegant in its craftsmanship. There sat First Elder Wu, an old man clad in plain white robes, his silver-white beard spilling down to his chest. A slender pipe rested between his fingers, lazily exhaling wisps of fragrant smoke. His deep gray eyes were calm, unreadable, and detached from the fanfare. He was an ancient presence, quiet, observant, and immovable.
At his side sat a striking young woman in phoenix-red robes, embroidered with flickering flame motifs. Her long, dark hair was styled into an elegant bun, though a few rebellious strands framed her sharp yet refined features. MeiYing.
Though she sat still, her gaze was restless, ascanning the sea of spectators as if searching for someone.
First Elder Wu's pipe glowed softly as he exhaled a lazy puff of smoke. He cast a sideways glance at her and smirked.
"Look at you," he muttered, his voice dry with teasing. "All those lectures about subtlety, and here you are, all but screaming his name with your eyes."
A faint blush crept onto MeiYing's cheeks. She lowered her gaze. "Grandpa Wu… I just want to make sure he's alright. He promised he'd be here."
"Hmph. A careless brat, then. Who makes their woman wait like this?"
"Grandpa!" she gasped, swatting his hand in embarrassment.
His rumbling laughter was warm but knowing. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping into something more serious. "If he's the kind of man who keeps you waiting like a fool, then he's not worthy of you. At least, not while I still breathe."
His words, though gruff, held the affection of a protective guardian. Anyone else speaking so casually, no, dismissively of Sect Master Luo Feng and the other elders would be considered mad or suicidal. But First Elder Wu was not just anyone.
And across from him, Luo Feng only chuckled. "First Elder Wu, it's a rare thing to see you attend a public gathering."
The old man waved his pipe. "You can thank MeiYing for that. Besides… I'm only here for that space-controlling brat you're all so obsessed with. The rest of your so-called geniuses are… lackluster."
His words were blunt and merciless, causing a ripple of unease to spread among the elders seated nearby. Even the Punishment Elder, a hard-eyed man in black crimson-trimmed robes, narrowed his gaze.
"Perhaps the First Elder should restrain his tongue," he said slowly. "If word of such remarks reaches our disciples, it could damage morale."
First Elder Wu yawned and waved him off with the back of his hand. "Then tell them to grow stronger."
Luo Feng sighed. "Much as I hate to admit it… the old man has a point. This year's batch has potential, but few have shown brilliance. If they can't push past their limits, how can they hope to compete in the Autumn Inter-Sect Festival? Or worse, the upcoming Battle of Seeds?"
The Punishment Elder didn't reply, but the tension in his shoulders showed agreement.
In the center of the arena, the ten massive battle platforms now glimmered with protective formation runes. The first stage of the tournament was brutal in its simplicity. One hundred contestants. Ten platforms. Each platform would host a battle between ten disciples until only one remained.
The ten victors would then fight for the final rankings.
A voice boomed across the arena, projected through Yuan-powered sound formations.
"Welcome, disciples of the Heavenly Luo Sect!" One of the presiding elders stepped forward, his voice resonating with authority.
"In honor of our 70th anniversary, this tournament shall determine our most promising Outer Court disciples. The champion shall receive 1000 Pure Yuan Pills, a one-time entry into the second-highest floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion, access to the Yuan Pill River, and most coveted of all, an audience with Sect Master Luo Feng himself!"
Another elder stepped forward, raising a hand. "All participating disciples, step forward to draw your lot numbers!"
A line of a hundred disciples began forming in the center, each waiting nervously to determine their placement.
Meanwhile, the crowd had erupted into excited murmurs and betting debates.
"Who do you think will win?"
"I'm really excited for thus. The rewards are insane. But the competition's fierce this year!"
"I mean, come on. The original top ten all broke into the Earthly Yuan Realm. This is anyone's game!"
"Anyone? Don't be stupid. Little Barbarian King Man Kui, Senior Martial Sister Su Qingshi, Demonic Sword Lu Changqing, Senior Brother Li Tianheng, and that crazy bastard Xiao Wusheng, they're the clear top five!"
"Pfft, please. Su Qingshi is the favourite. She's practically a sword fairy! Rumor has it she's grasped Sword Intent. The others don't stand a chance."
"Hah! You fanboys are clueless. Xiao Wusheng tanked three attacks from an Inner Court Elder. No one else on your list has done that. That fellow is a devil."
As their arguments grew louder, another wave of awe swept through the crowd.
"Wait, look! Over there!"
A group of disciples turned in stunned silence.
"Is that… Barbarian King Man Song?! The Man Kui's older brother?!"
A towering, muscular man with arms like tree trunks and a face like a boulder sat down lazily on a VIP bench, smirking.
"And fuck, is that White Robed Heavenly Luo Sword Dun Yun?! He came too?!"
More murmurs spread.
"Hold on, he came to watch Chen Zhen? Don't tell me…"
"You guys remember when Chen Zhen almost crippled Luo Ping with that weird slashing technique? I still don't get how he did it."
"He caught Luo Ping off-guard! That doesn't prove anything! He's just a Body Tempering disciple!"
"Yeah, and yet he still humiliated Luo Ping. Admit it, Chen Zhen deserves a top-five spot."
"Even Senior Brother Luo Ping, Luo Li and then Zhao Mei are all here. You think they're here to watch the others? The focus is on all him cos they know what he's capable of.."
The debate spiraled into chaos. Voices clashed. Bets flew. Until two more figures emerged from the crowd, cutting through the noise like blades through paper.
One was clad in flowing white robes, his headband fluttering slightly as he walked with elegance and grace. His dark hair cascaded like ink down to his shoulders, and his face held the refined arrogance of a prince. Jian Wushuang, the number one disciple of the Core Sect.
Beside him staggered a disheveled man in black combat robes, his buzz cut and wine jug giving him the air of a rogue cultivator. His eyes were half-lidded, carrying a bored gaze. Yet his presence was like an immovable mountain. This was Feng Jianhong, the other top core disciple, known as the Drunken Blade Devil.
"Fucking hell! It's them! The top two of the core sect! I never thought I'd see them in the flesh!"
"Senior Brother Wushuang is so hot! I want to bear his children!"
"Shut up! You look like if a bear and a rhino had a baby!"
Jian Wushuang and Feng Jianhong walked up to the grand podium. Each bowed respectfully.
"Teacher!" they said in unison.
Wushuang bowed to Sect Master Luo Feng. Feng Jianhong, drunken but respectful, bowed to First Elder Wu.
Luo Feng nodded with a smile. "It seems you've improved again, Wushuang. Good."
First Elder Wu gave his own disciple a sidelong glare. "I don't know where you picked up that wretched drinking habit, you damn brat…"
As they took their seats, Jian Wushuang cast a glance at MeiYing. She didn't even acknowledge him. Her eyes remained fixed on the crowd, still searching
His jaw tightened slightly, and he looked away.
A moment later, the presiding elder raised his hand.
"Let the tournament, BEGIN!"
A/N: Sorry for the late update guys.