Chapter 1626: Chapter 1631: The Three-Year Pact

There are three days left until the three-year promise, and the entire Beidou Sect has gone from initial calm to bustling because of Lin Fei’s integration efforts. Many families have directly joined the Beidou Sect, becoming part of it, yet some families still have elders or family heads nurturing their family traditions.

After all, the ancestors’ names and future development shouldn’t stop. At most, they leave the family elites with the sect, which offers protection and allows them to forge closer ties with the Beidou Sect. Why not?

Now, people who received the news are flocking, eager to watch the battle between Lin Fei and Leng Daoqiu’s disciples to see who will prevail.

Xia Yihua has significant influence in the Beidou Sect now, essentially considered the Junior Sect Leader, a title of great prestige!

However, Xia Yihua knows that if things continue like this, nine out of ten he will become the next Sect Leader of the Beidou Sect. Should the Lower Realm rise, it is already reaching its peak, about to become an aristocratic family!

The entire Xia Family holds Xia Yihua in high regard, as he carries much of the family’s hopes.

At this moment, word has spread throughout the Beidou Sect that Xia Yihua is going to duel Lin Fei’s disciple, Gu Mang. Most have gathered around Xia Yihua, cheering and even congratulating him.

Even before victory, Xia Yihua seems like a triumphant General, with his confidence greatly inflated.

"Yihua, come with me for a moment."

A voice sounded from behind Xia Yihua, jolting him. He left the crowd and followed Leng Daoqiu into his meditation chamber. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Master, what do you need from your disciple?" Xia Yihua asked.

Leng Daoqiu spoke, "It has been over three years since you became my disciple. In these three years, what have you learned?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Yihua was momentarily stunned, unsure what aspect Leng Daoqiu was asking about. He replied, "Master, my skills have greatly improved in these three years, thanks for your teachings."

"Not bad. Anything else?" Leng Daoqiu asked.

"Others..." Xia Yihua was puzzled. What was ’others’ referring to? He was a bit at a loss.

"It seems you do not know." Leng Daoqiu laughed, looking at Xia Yihua without any hint of reprimand. Leng Daoqiu had been satisfied with his disciple all these years, given Xia Yihua’s impressive talent, which made teaching him simple, lowering the burden on the master.

"Please instruct me, Master!" Xia Yihua immediately asked respectfully.

Leng Daoqiu shook his head, and did not speak.

"Master, what do you mean by this?" Xia Yihua was perplexed.

"After the three-year promise, you will understand. There’s still much more you should learn," Leng Daoqiu answered.

"Does Master have any opinion on the three-year challenge?" Xia Yihua asked immediately, feeling he was already skilled enough. Even those disciples who had joined for ten or twenty years couldn’t beat him, so how could someone like Gu Mang, once considered a useless person, possibly defeat him?

"Opinions..."

Leng Daoqiu pondered for a moment, finally smiling, "I hope you can achieve victory, but even if you cannot win, I hope you can maintain your original intentions, only then can you achieve victory in the next challenge."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yihua frowned, "Master doesn’t think well of my chances in this competition?"

Xia Yihua was not foolish, naturally understanding the implication of Leng Daoqiu’s words. Leng Daoqiu simply did not trust him, doubting his ability to defeat Gu Mang.

"Don’t force anything, you may leave," Leng Daoqiu said, speaking no further.

Xia Yihua paid respects and left the meditation chamber, but his mood was foul. His master didn’t believe he would succeed, leaving him rather puzzled.

"I’m already excellent, how could that waste possibly be better?" Xia Yihua wondered.

At this moment, outside Gu Mang’s room, there was no presence, resembling usual conditions. Gu Mang appeared as an ordinary person, with scarce Primordial Energy aura, if not for being Lin Fei’s disciple, nobody would have known him.

The three days passed quickly. Lin Fei and Leng Daoqiu arrived at the arena, transformed from a former Spirit Platform into a larger space with walls, no longer the arena of old. It was bustling with people engaging in martial exchanges.

There were many seats around, enough for the audience.

This occasion could be deemed a grand assembly! Naturally, the Beidou Sect did not solely pit Leng Daoqiu’s disciple, Xia Yihua, against Lin Fei’s disciple, Gu Mang. They seized the opportunity to hold a martial arts competition, offering generous rewards, and the Sect Leader could personally provide guidance for a period.

Hence, disciples worked hard for the reward, preparing to shine in this competition.

However, the main characters of this event remained Lin Fei and Leng Daoqiu’s disciples.

The time came, Leng Daoqiu and Lin Fei both ascended the platform, awaiting the start of the assembly.

Bong!

The gong rang, silencing the surrounding audience, all focusing on the center of the platform where the assembly began, many disciples showcased their abilities. Naturally, they practiced the same cultivation technique, solely relying on innate talent—those with good talent could achieve notable results, while others could only continue cultivating.

The assembly lasted three days, culminating in four disciples chosen to receive Leng Daoqiu’s guidance, marking the beginning of the event’s most important moment.

Leng Daoqiu’s disciple, Xia Yihua, was about to duel Lin Fei’s disciple, Gu Mang.

The difference between the two was considerable, apparent from their appearances. Leng Daoqiu’s disciple, Xia Yihua, was dignified, well-dressed, charming many girls, while Gu Mang appeared plain, in ordinary clothes washed to a faded hue, lacking vitality.

"It’s been three years, hard to imagine you’re still the same, albeit a bit chubbier." On the stage, Xia Yihua evaluated Gu Mang.

Gu Mang looked at the once spirited young man, still the same as before, with an aura—the Beidou Sect’s Junior Sect Leader title having adorned Xia Yihua for at least two years.

But Gu Mang didn’t care about these titles at all. He smiled, "Senior Brother, please instruct me."

Seeing Gu Mang’s calm demeanor, Xia Yihua snorted coldly, "Ignorant, don’t cry after losing!"

Gu Mang, now only about seventeen, appeared rather frail.

"I won’t, Senior Brother, please instruct." Gu Mang replied plainly, contemplating post-competition cultivation.

Xia Yihua snorted, charging at Gu Mang!