Elizabeth Wilson
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The banquet was to be held in the Outer Sect, but the three-storey tall dining hall was not equipped to host such a magnitude of patrons. The Sect Guardians Lei Weiyuan had entrusted with the task of organizing the banquet acted with haste, mobilizing the disciples while they scoured the Outer Sect for an alternative. Ultimately, it was decided that the training field was the most apt, and perhaps the only venue sizable enough to host the entire strength of the Sacred Flame Palace. Hundreds of disciples…-
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Unbeknownst to Zhengwei, the papyrus scroll he had received from Yao Shen served a secondary purpose. A communication talisman had been skillfully embedded upon the scroll’s rear, for it would have been a pity not to have given young Zhengwei a method to contact him. He had displayed ample of the quality that Yao Shen valued most in a disciple, namely The final three forms of the scimitar technique Yao Shen had refined were a test, their difficulty and complexity far outpacing the preceding ones. As…
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Yao Shen alighted upon the Sparring Stage, his presence causing the spectator’s cheers to die down as their attention shifted to him. Even Flame Patriarch Lei Weiyuan was curious, still unable to puzzle out Yao Shen’s intentions in hosting this inconsequential duel; for whilst there were a few elders that derived contentment from offering guidance and tutelage to disciples, the Grand Patriarch of the Modern Sect had never been one of them. Yao Shen expanded his divine sense outward, enveloping the…
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Yao Shen’s expression was tranquil as he applied the finishing touches to his sketch, neatly rolling the papyrus scroll before pocketing it. He gently waved his right hand, causing the Fire Qi that Zhengwei was channeling to instantly flicker out. A wave of immutable force separated the two disciples by a few meters, and then Yao Shen withdrew his divine sense. The two disciples immediately felt control over their body return to them. Longtian Cui sheathed his sword before clasping his hands behind his…
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And then it was replaced by a sudden, abrupt silence. The sudden halt of the drumming was intended to disrupt the focus of the combatants, for battles in the cultivator world did not come with a warning. However, its true purpose was to signal the commencement of the duel— Zhengwei was the first to recover, letting out a loud battle cry as he charged forward with a mad intensity in his eyes. Half a second had been lost, the rhythm of his breathing disrupted— even though he knew it was coming, he was…
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Flame Patriarch Lei Weiyuan’s expression turned curious, his gaze shifting to the disciples that had convened around a lightly elevated platform. White lines had been painted along the perimeter of the makeshift arena, clearly demarcating the confines within which the duel could permissibly take place. The spectators wore sheepish expressions on their faces instead of dejected or conflicted ones, their attention seemingly captivated by the two disciples that stood in the center of the arena. “As you…
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Yao Shen’s divine sense scanned the Sacred Flame Palace from the periphery of his range, taking in the myriad sights and sounds of the unfamiliar sect. For he knew that after today, for better or worse, the Sacred Flame Palace would no longer be the same. The overarching theme of the Sect’s architectural layout could be summed up in one word: They called it the ‘Boundary of Purification’, a grand name befitting its capabilities. Controlled by a true formation spirit, it was a runic formation…
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Yao Shen sensed the wary gazes of the villagers, their expressions one of trepidation and caution as they scrutinized the cultivator who calmly hovered above their home, his satin- white robes fluttering with a gentle breeze. For whilst the residents of Seris Village were not entirely unaccustomed to the presence of cultivators, they had always worn either azure-blue, earthen-brown or fiery-red colored robes. Not white. A group of children that had been play-fighting with wooden swords, fantasizing of…
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There were two mortal villages that Yao Shen could have claimed to have been intimately acquainted with. The first was the village he was born and brought up in, his talent as a cultivator unearthed at the adolescent age of twelve. Back then he was not Yao Shen, the mighty Soul Emperor and the Master of the Modern Sect, but merely a pre-pubescent boy who had an inkling of talent in manipulating Qi. To leave behind everyone and everything he had ever known in their small, cozy village…. and to do so…
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The journey to the Sacred Flame Palace passed by largely uneventfully as Yao Shen and the contingent of elders made their way through the grassy, open fields of the Azlak Plains. Any spiritual beast in their vicinity would instinctively flee upon sensing the torrential concentration of Qi headed in its direction, the wide swathes of lightly forested land offering little in the way of concealment. The geographical layout of the Azlak Plains made it more accessible to weaker cultivators who lacked the…
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