Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Competition

Everyone assembled at Green Pine Sect’s usual sword sparring grounds early in the morning of the tournament’s commencement. Five spacious circular rings were set up in in a North, South, East, West and centre formation. The ring acted as the boundary area. Every sect was provided with their own rest station around the rings similarly to a tent. Green Pine Sect was Green Pine Sect for sure. Even the temporary rest stations were extravagant. Each station shared the same dimensions and was plenty enough for ten or more people to enjoy at once. The trio from Dustfallen Sect had plenty of space since there were only three of them.

“Brother Feng, are you taking part this year?” inquired Daoist Bo Yang.

Universe Sect was Dustfallen Sect’s neighbour. Daoist Bo Yang’s gaze quickly shifted from Mu Yu to Cheng Yan. His intuition told him Dustfallen Sect was more of a force than they let on. He believed Cheng Yan’s participation would change the odds drastically. He was hoping his prized disciple, Gu Yitian, could pull an upset as a dark horse and end their streak of coming up short.

Feng Haochen was aware of Daoist Bo Yang’s concerns. Smiling, he expressed, “We don’t mind the rankings, but Mu Yu wanted to see what this is all about, so he will participate on his own.”

“Cheng Yan is not participating? We are in luck, then.”

“Green Pine Sect. Green Pine Sect.”

There were roughly ten or so Green Pine Sect disciples with Daoist Qing Song, waiting to be selected for the competition. Smaller sects struggled to see how they would win when the average level at Green Pine Sect was Foundation Establish Realm’s Seventh Layer.

An old “friend” looked up and met with Mu Yu’s gaze. Lo and behold, it was Raindrop Village’s Xiaohu. Xiaohu was buffer than before and a respected Foundation Establish Realm First Layer prodigy now.

The little rise in the corner of Xiaohu’s mouth was still an infuriating sight for Mu Yu who caught a glimpse of it. Xiaohu furtively gestured with his hand, goading Mu Yu into fighting him. Mu Yu furrowed his eyebrows. The bitterness of being given a grey token and the insults Mu Yu had to put up with came back, spurring his desire to fight back.

Mu Yu never thought much of Feng Haochen’s indifference to competition, but Mu Yu had enough of the framing and mockery of his shifu – as well as Xiaohu’s incessant derision.

Feng Haochen knew what was going through Mu Yu’s mind. He tapped Mu Yu on the shoulder. “Be careful. Just be yourself.”

Mu Yu nodded and prepared himself for the forthcoming one versus nineteen challenge.