“Min Peng, do you know what’s causing this?” asked one of the Elders to another passing Elder. The Elder sounded worried because all of his cultivation sessions had become chaotic. Although Elder Min Peng was known to have considerable influence among the outer disciples, he couldn’t provide an answer. He had already suspected something unusual was happening. “Renxue, if you’re asking me, then who am I supposed to ask?” he replied with frustration. Elder Renxue held a higher status, and her question was putting pressure on the other Elders. Confusion spread. Several Elders began investigating the main formation, while others tried recalculating the distribution of energy from the sect’s spiritual gathering array. But no damage could be found anywhere. Meanwhile, at the highest peak of the Blue Sky Sect, the Patriarch stood still, hands clasped behind his back. His robe fluttered in the wind, but his body didn’t move at all. His deep eyes remained fixed in the direction of Tian Che

Tian Chen silently gazed at the platforms now being filled by those influential figures. Deep down, he knew that today would mark the beginning of many changes. Yet, he didn’t need to say a word to show it. His eyes remained calm, his body showed no signs of pressure, even as the atmosphere of the approaching test began to release a profound, invisible tension. This exam was not just about status—it was a stage of selection that would alter the fate of many. Once everyone had gathered, the atmosphere—previously filled with murmurs and unease—changed drastically. The air inside the Core Hall turned cold, not because of falling snow or mountain winds, but due to the presence of a single figure who radiated overwhelming, invisible pressure. From above the main platform, an old man descended slowly through the sky. His neatly combed white hair glinted under the light. Behind him followed two middle-aged men walking with firm steps and dignified bearing, and two elderly women whose aura

Five core disciples from each of the four Peaks stood firmly in the center of the arena. Their auras slowly rose—not exploding, but strong enough to show they were not ordinary core disciples. Each of them carried the signature traits of their respective Peak—from their clothing, their way of walking, to how they looked at their opponents. They were the honored representatives of Leiyin, Yaodan, Jingshi, and Xuanyin Peaks. Only Tianjian Peak appeared different. From their seats, two young figures stood up. There was no hesitation in their steps, yet everyone knew there were only two of them. It wasn’t because they were hiding their strength or saving reserves. The truth was, Tianjian Peak only had two core disciples in total. And both of them—Shisi and her younger brother—were not outsiders. They were the biological children of the Tianjian Peak Master and his wife. The last remaining lineage of what was once the most glorious Peak in Blue Sky Sect's history. From the Leiyin Peak pl

After walking for a while, Tian Chen heard an explosion in the distance. Without thinking twice, he rushed forward. His feet moved swiftly, darting between trees and rocks, his body gliding like a shadow across the wilderness. The sound of the explosion was unusual, and his instincts immediately pulled him toward the center of the chaos. When he arrived, the scene before him was clearly visible. An open area had formed due to an ongoing battle. At the center, core disciples from Leiyin Peak were gathered. They stood with arrogance, grinning in satisfaction as they tested each inner disciple who came and asked to join Leiyin Peak. On the other side, Tian Chen saw the other four Peak groups. Three of them looked busy. Many inner disciples approached them, asking for a chance to join and undergo eligibility tests. Each group was filled with activity, a buzz of strict selection. But one group stood out because it was the opposite. Not a single disciple approached them. They stood in an

Tian Chen didn’t soften his tone. His voice remained cold, firm, and left no room for negotiation. “Stop your fight. Before I make you suffer worse than he did.” Tian Chen pointed toward Quenfa and his companion, now covered in blood, their faces swollen and their bodies no longer able to stand upright. His message was clear. If they dared step even an inch closer to Shisi and Singzhi, the outcome would be no different—perhaps even worse. Hearing that, the two core disciples exchanged glances. Neither had the courage to continue the fight. Without saying a word, they nodded slowly and stepped back, letting go of the aggressive aura that had once surrounded their bodies. Tian Chen then looked at Shisi, whose body was now pale. Deep wounds were visible in several parts of her body. Some of them kept bleeding, soaking the sleeves of her robe. Even though her fighting spirit hadn’t completely faded, her body could no longer keep up with the fire in her heart. “I’ll join your Tianjian