Down the mountain

At the top gate of the mountain, a straight path could be seen. At the end of the path stood the bottom gate.

Although from the top it looks like a straight path, however people wanting to visit the clan from the bottom will only see a dense forest and rocks array, thanks to the illusion field. The illusion field was made using clever use of light manipulation and all sorts of fancy tech that are only found on military bases.

Standing at the gate, Gran looked down. By his side, his parents and sister, family members, and close friends, all went to send him off.

Gran had nothing except his phone and his sword belt. Carrying a sword in the modern world only serves to bring himself trouble, thus modern cultivators wear sword belts that are flexible and will not break easily.

"Are you sure you are not going to take anything else?" Elen asked worriedly.

"Nah, it's fine." Gran smiled and replied. With a phone in hand, the world is mine! Or so they say.

Astof walked up to him and said in a solemn voice, "When you step down this path, the Blew clan name will not help you anymore, whatever support you can receive will be based on your performance, I hope you are ready."

Gran nodded, with nothing else left to say, he departed. Mia stood there with tears in her eyes, wishing her big brother all the best.

'This brat, hope you find what you seek.' Grandpa thought in his mind.

*swoosh*

15 meters down the path, arrows could be seen shooting out from the trees in different directions. With a slight tilt of the body, an arrow misses. With a slight change of speed, two arrows collide.

As the entourage witnessed this from the top, they could only marvel at the scene in awe. "Why do we even worry?" Shaking his head in amusement, Astof lead the members back to the clan.

...

As Gran proceeds down the mountain, the intensity of attacks increases, some figures could be seen flashing by ready to strike.

*swish* *clank*

A shadowy figure collided with Gran, only to be repelled with a flick of his wrist, sword in his hand.

[Water style: Swirl]

5 figures dashed out but were pushed back by Gran, using the special flexibility of the sword, the swirl move from the water style showed its prowess even more.

The light in those figures' eyes shone as they appreciated the masterful display of martial arts, not commonly found in kids his age.

Another 5 figures flashed by, targeting Gran with even more momentum. The clan guards have appeared!

Each of the clan guards is an elite who is trained to protect the clan and is sometimes used for high-level missions. Now, 5 of them targetted this lone genius, showing how difficult the trials were.

[Earth style: Block]

The original flexible sword suddenly turned rigid as it carried an unimaginable sturdy might, and with a sweep, the figures were pushed back all while not hindering Gran's movements forward.

[Wind style: Flash]

Suddenly, Gran's body blurred as his steps became lighter. By using the qi in his body to increase force in his steps while decreasing the movements in his body, flash allows one to move at the speed of the wind.

With his body lowered, he quickly flashed past the figures trying to hinder him, leaving behind sword lights around their bodies.

When he finally passed through the gates, all 20 figures could be seen standing in a row just a way up the mountains, with light cuts all over their body. While not fatal, they are made with the utmost precision with the intention to inhibit movement.

With a bow, the row of figures ended their young master off one last time. "We bid the young master farewell, glory to the Blew clan!"

All they could see now was Gran's back, without any wrinkles on his untouched clothes, a light wave of his hand, and he was gone.

...

Gaia city.

On the top floor of a 5-star hotel. A young man in a business suit could be seen going through some documents, with a slight frown on his face.

*Knock knock knock*

"Enter." the young man said. The hotel room door opened and in came a tall lady with a curvy body, although her chest is average, her hips alone could hypnotize any man or woman with their sway.

With a light smile on her face, she sat opposite the young man, who hadn't even looked up to welcome her presence.

"What are you so busy with?" asked the woman, as she glanced at the documents scattered all over the hotel table. "I'm sorting through the documents regarding the acquisition of this hotel, the hotel that YOU wanted to buy."

The man replied with an irritated voice, clearly annoyed at the lack of help the woman provided for the mess she created. "Hehe, thanks a lot lil' Col." the woman replied with a playful yet gentle light in her eyes as she look at her childhood friend doing her bidding.

She was Angelia, daughter of the Chairman Hex group, owner of many hotels in this region. The Hex group started off as Hex Hotel, but become increasingly big when it absorbed many hotels and made them successful.

Opposite her sat the heir to one of the largest food providers in the same region. Due to their parent's continual collaboration, they became childhood friends.

"Oh have you heard, a Blew has descended." Suddenly a bomb went off in Dacol's head. His head shot up like a cannonball, staring wide-eyed at Angelia. "And you say this only now??"

Dacol felt his blood pressure rising as he didn't know how to deal with his friend's antics. "What's the big deal, it's not the end of the world yet." She waved it off casually, with a disinterested look on her face.

"Not a big deal? This is the Blews we are talking about! Everyone knows the saying, mess with the world but don't mess with Blews. They are the most secretive force in the world, with a lot of their descendants being leaders in all kinds of fields. Even the government had to tread lightly around them! A Blew descending into the world may not be a big deal to common people, but for those in the elite class, it represents huge opportunity and wealth! Anyone that is able to huge a Blew's thighs will be unstoppable by no one but a Blew. Only a Blew can bring down a Blew." Dacol was out of breath when he said all these, face red and eyes filled with excitement.

"Are they really that great, tsk. We know nothing about them, how can you be so sure that it's not all a hoax," muttered Angelia in a disgruntled tone.

"I heard from my father that those who mess with them are already dead and their family wiped out. That is why nothing much is known about them." Said Dacol with a scarred voice, peaking over his shoulder as he mentioned the last line.

"Haaa, so what are you planning to do now?" Angelia asked with a sigh.

"Find that Blew! We can't let others find them first. With them, we may even conquer the whole western side of the hotel and food business! Find them!" With a fervent look in his eyes, Dacol shouted.

...

One floor below the top floor.

'Huh? Who is this stalker dude, I'm trying to sleep here.' A youth in pajamas thought to himself as he got ready for bed. His enhanced hearing naturally picked up on the fuss created by the pair just above his room.