Outside the Battle Sword Sect, sword qi whistled through the air. Several people in the sect inclined their heads to stare at the sky, only to see a row of silhouettes riding on sword beams flying over. These were none other than the people who had gone to the Immortal Martial Realm.
Qin Wentian zoomed through the air, stopping only when he was in the air space above the Battle Sword Sect. Promptly a white-colored silhouette zoomed over, resembling a streak of white lightning as it rushed straight into the chest of Qin Wentian, rubbing its head on his chest unceasingly.
"Little Rascal, long time no see." Fan Le smiled at the white puppy as he stretched his hands out, wanting to pat its head.
Little Rascal inclined its head and glared at Fan Le before opening its mouth, "Dam..nable Fatty."
"Cough!" Black lines instantly appeared on Fan Le's face. This Little Rascal had actually learnt how to speak? Its voice was even filled with so much cuteness that upon hearing its words, even Qin Wentian had to suppress his laughter.
"Boss, you taught him to say that right?" Fan Le was speechless as he ruthlessly rapped Little Rascal on its head. Little Rascal bared its fangs and whined in an adorable manner, "Fatty, you...are courting death."
Qin Wentian laughed, he hugged Little Rascal and continued forward. However right in front of him, an exquisite silhouette akin to a beautiful scenery was quietly standing there. That slender figure, with gentle and beautiful posture and a stunning countenance was only quietly standing there, yet even when doing nothing, her presence attracted the attention of many around her.
"Qing`er." Qin Wentian walked to the side of that beautiful silhouette as a gentle smile appeared on his face when he stared at that beauty akin to a snow-lotus.
Qing`er stared at Qin Wentian before her melodious voice rang out, "I came out here for a walk today."
"Yeah, it won't be so boring if you walk around more." Qin Wentian stared at the woman before him. Her words were still as precious as gold, exceedingly sparse.
"She...is lying." Little Rascal's head bobbed out of Qin Wentian's chest. It stared at Qing`er and spoke, "She comes here...every..day."
"Sobs." Fan Le slapped a hand to his forehead, this information was just too damaging.
Qin Wentian blinked, he stared at Qing`er only to see her expression remaining unchanged. She coldly cast a glance at Little Rascal before her hand slapped over. Little Rascal hurriedly snuggled its head deeper in Qin Wentian's chest, causing Qing`er's slap to hit the air. Upon seeing Qin Wentian staring at her fixedly, a different expression from her usual calmness flashed in her eyes as she added, "It loves to spout nonsense."
"Mhm..?" Qin Wentian slowly nodded as he continued staring into Qing`er's eyes.
"I will return first." Qing`er's countenance reddened slightly. After speaking, she turned and directly left at lightning speed.
Staring at that beautiful departing back view, Qin Wentian lowered his head and stared at the little puppy in his arms as he asked gently, "What else do you know?"
"Here..There's someone wooing her… but they were all get beat up much so then ran away." Little Rascal mumbled somewhat unintelligibly, yet its words caused Qin Wentian to perspire. Who was so bold to even dare to woo Qing`er? Were they blind to her ice-cold demeanor?
"There one more person...she can't defeat. That person pestered her everyday...can you chase away?" Little Rascal stared at Qin Wentian, causing Qin Wentian to smile.
"This is the first time I discovered that you can be so adorable, later on I will give you some nourishment later."
"Okay I want evolve." Little Rascal said in a baby-like tone. As to what nourishment meant, it was obviously referring to the power in Qin Wentian's bloodline. One could say that Qin Wentian's blood essence was also the major reason as to why Little Rascal could mature so quickly.
"Wentian, I will visit senior Ling Tian first. Take a good rest," at this moment, the Flame Mountain Sword Sovereign in the air spoke to Qin Wentian. He naturally had to report the events that happened in the Immortal Martial City to Sword Sovereign Ling Tian. The upper echelons of the Battle Sword Sect would have to convene and discuss on how best to handle the situation regarding the Royal Sacred Sect.
"Right. Thank you, Sword Sovereign," Qin Wentian replied, nodding his head in gratitude.
The Flame Mountain Sword Sovereign nodded before he soared through the air. Ji Feixue also went to report to his master, Sword Sovereign Ling Tian. Since they had already arrived back at the sect, many broke off into small groups and headed their own way.
Ye Lingshuang and Duan Han helped to arrange residences for Fan Le and the others, that were all situated near Qin Wentian. A group of them sat together and chatted for a few hours till the skies turned dark. Qin Wentian then headed back to his lodgings to consolidate his gains from the Immortal Martial Realm.
This time around, among those who entered the Immortal Martial Realm, he could be considered the one with the greatest amount of gains. Naturally, he would need a period of time to consolidate all of that and to stabilize his foundation.
The immortal art, the Fiendgod Heaven-Suppression Art, was a powerful technique that needed to be cultivated step by step. Not only that, according to his thinking, this particular technique would complement the Fiendgod Body Refinement Art perfectly. By using them together, the power unleashed would be of an even greater magnitude. However, to cultivate the Fiendgod Body Refinement Art, he would need a vast quantity of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. This was also one of the difficulties in cultivating those unique arts. In many cases, they would require the aid of many valuable treasures before one could master them.
Other than this, some of the other powerful innate techniques he obtained from the stone monuments, e.g. Golden Roc Art, Star-Seizing Palm Art, Incarnation Burst Technique, all of these had to be slowly comprehended before he would be more proficient in using them.
When in combat, these techniques all needed an insane amount of astral energy to sustain them. Although the power unleashed was unfathomably mighty, it was possible that an entire Yuanfu worth of energy would be exhausted just after a few attacks. It was very difficult to use these techniques continuously in a prolonged fight. Luckily, he had a total of four Yuanfu, and hence had an advantage normal people couldn't compare to.
During the night, the astral light was exceedingly resplendent, unceasingly cascading downwards and landing on Qin Wentian. The space around his lodging bathed within the starlight, exceptionally dazzling.
Qin Wentian's close door seclusion lasted a total of seven days. After seven days, when he finally opened his eyes, the air contained a feel of traces of moisture. The morning sun peeked out of the billowing fluffy white clouds, the scenery was extremely beautiful to behold.
A melodious sound from a flute drifted in the air, Qin Wentian silently listened. He could here that within these flute-sounds, there were sentiments of the flute-user trying to justify his actions within.
"Yiyiya… that man again. How annoying." Little Rascal scampered to Qin Wentian's side as it scratched Qin Wentian's arm lightly. Qin Wentian instantly understood the identity of the man producing the music. This should be the man Qing`er was unable to defeat.
"Go, let's take a look." Qin Wentian's silhouette flickered and very swiftly, he saw the flute-player. That man was clad in white and stood on top of a gigantic rock playing the flute in the direction of Qing`er while exuding a carefree aura. Qing`er stood in her lodging, her countenance flashing with coldness and appearing somewhat unhappy.
The cultivation of this white-robed figure was very powerful. He was at the ninth level of Heavenly Dipper and was a member of the Battle Sword Sect, an extraordinary figure. No wonder Qing`er couldn't defeat him with her current strength. After all, Qing`er's cultivation was only at the seventh level and she had just broken through not long ago.
Qin Wentian landed beside her. Qing`er stared at him before turning her gaze onto the silhouette standing on the gigantic rock ahead of her as her countenance grew even colder.
"Sir, don't you know that it's very ill-mannered to disturb people?" Qin Wentian stared at the white-robed figure as he spoke. His voice contained a wave of sword melody causing a laceration effect in the air that broke the musical notes from the flute. Only then did the white-robed figure gazed in his direction as he replied, "With a will, you can achieve the impossible. Who are you to interfere in my affairs?"
"She is a friend of mine, her business is naturally mine business. Please don't come here again," Qin Wentian continued.
"Only friends? In that case you don't have the qualifications to stop me from wooing junior sister Qing`er." That person didn't care in the least and even stated his objective clearly. At this moment, the sound of laughter from a few others could be heard as a number of other silhouettes also appeared atop the gigantic rock.
One female among them giggled, "Senior brother Han, junior sister Qing`er is so beautiful, but those who wooed her have all left depressed after being beaten up. I'm afraid you don't have much hope in this, but no matter, I shall continue to support you."
"Junior sister Qing`er's beauty is as moving as a celestial maiden, how could men not be mesmerized? I actually hope that Senior Han can succeed and pull her to the side of our Lone Mountain," another spoke. The figure who spoke glanced at Qin Wentian, he instantly knew that this person was the figure spoken of in the stories currently spreading through the Battle Sword Sect like wildfire. Qin Wentian, who was the top ranker of the Immortal Martial Realm, right? Since there was an opportunity, they truly wished to see what he was capable of.
"Wentian, these people are disciples of the Lone Mountain Sword Sovereign." It was unknown when Ye Lingshuang appeared here, she transmitted her voice to Qin Wentian.
"Will the sect forbid disciples from fighting one another?" Qin Wentian asked. He naturally knew that Qing`er preferred solitude. Back then she chose this place for her lodging precisely because it was quite remote and not many people would come here. Yet these people were actually so impolite, creating such a din everyday and bothering her. Although Qing`er didn't state it expressly, just looking at her ice-cold intent radiating from her it was already very obvious that she was extremely uncomfortable with their actions.
"Naturally they don't. As long as one doesn't go too far. The elders wouldn't interfere in disputes between members," Ye Lingshuang nodded.
"In that case, excellent." Qin Wentian smiled. He then turned to Qing`er, "Shall I help you to chase them away?"
Qing`er was stunned for a moment. Her eyes fluctuated a little as she stared at Qin Wentian before lightly nodding, "Okay…"
Qin Wentian flicked his sleeve and walked out. Instantly, he stood before the figure in white. "Scram."
Senior Han had his fist closed around his flute, he emotionlessly stared at Qin Wentian. Right now in the Battle Sword Sect, Qin Wentian's name was known to everyone. He came back in full glory as the top ranker of the Immortal Martial Realm, causing huge tidal waves in the sect. How could he not know who Qin Wentian was?
This man slayed Shang Tong and challenged Di Shi. Even an elder-level character of the Royal Sacred Sect died because of him.
"Senior brother Han, it seems that he is preparing to use you to establish dominance in the sect," that female from before giggled, staring at Qin Wentian.
"Senior brother Han, although your cultivation base his higher than his, the reputation of this man shook the entire Royal Sacred Region. The other members of our sect wouldn't say you are bullying him even if you fight," another voice rang out.
Qin Wentian turned his attention onto the others standing on the gigantic rock. There were a total of five figures. And other than that senior Han, three out of the other four had cultivation bases at the eighth level of Heavenly Dipper and one at the seventh level respectively.
Golden light flashed as astral energy coated Qin Wentian in a resplendent light. He transformed in a golden roc, as a pair of large wings took form behind his back. His eyes gleamed with sharpness as he surveyed the five figures ahead. "Come at me together."
As the sound of his voice faded, Qin Wentian's wings flapped as he floated upwards. The light emanating from him grew brighter and brighter, as the pressure he exuded skyrocketed. The five on the wall narrowed their eyes as they stared at him, instantly, crazy amounts of battle-intent could be felt radiating from their bodies.
From afar, the perception of several disciples drifted over as they paid attention to the battle.
Qing`er quietly stood in her lodging, her gaze resting on the reassuring back of Qin Wentian. In her eyes right now, there was only peace and tranquility!