Chapter 1

"BA YIHAN!!! IS DEATH YOUR CHOICE?!!"

The voice was loud and rang throughout the entirety of the golden cavern. Acrimony was in the speaker's voice as he yelled the name of one of the sponsoring disciples of the Tiancha Dynasty.

The man in question, and the one about to receive the harsh scolding in front of the other sponsoring disciples.

The Tiancha Dynasty, as well as the recently growing Anjing De Hua Sect and Yintao Leng Empire, all sent disciples to Liu Bai He Clan, the clan known to be of b pristine and powerful. It is one of the most powerful cultivation sites in the world, and they had recently begun their process for retraining the newest minds of all four cultivation sites in Eastern Asia.

Ba Yihan was one of the newest minds.

"How dare you question the centuries of hard work and tireless thinking to create such a strict and set-out world to make sure we all will be able to live another day!" He yelled, even spitting out slightly onto his pale bottom lip. His eyes crinkled in anger as he stood from his blue throne.

Ba Yihan had two things going through his mind.

How was I supposed to answer that? Was that the wrong answer?!

You know, I shouldn't have raised my hand in the first place… How annoying

The leader, and teacher, of Liu Bai He Clan, was Wo Zedong. One of the best and strongest leaders in the cultivation world. If you could train under Wo Zedong, that was basically opening the door into becoming a well known cultivator, as well as a seat in one of the four main sites that occupy this country.

Ba Yihan's lips curved up in a way that was both hesitant and obscure, not showing what he was thinking. His older brother would probably say he wasn't thinking in the slightest. Not that Ba Yihan would say otherwise.

"To speak of such foul words! You must wish to end as the Blind Tyrant did!" Wo Zedong continued to scold, in front of both the sponsoring disciples as well as the disciples that went to Liu Bai He Clan, and was both old enough and of the highest level the clan taught to. Aka the tryhards.

"The who?" Ba Yihan questioned, of course politely. After all, he would like to not end in a pit of fire via speaking rudely to the man that willfully invited him. That wouldn't end well, now would it?

His face only tuned up even more, becoming a bright purple from pure persuasion to kill him. Ba Yihan awkwardly sat there. Whilst he sat, a disciple from Liu Bai He Clan stood up and bowed to Wo Zedong, who was quite ready to blow up this entire empire.

“Ah, Shizun. This is Ba Yihan. The leading family of the Tiancha Dynasty.” The disciple spoke, the ribbon that wrapped his ponytail hung with the rest of his brown hair, waving as his head moved with every word.

Ba Yihan was surprised that he had to be introduced. I thought I was at least a little recognizable. Not even by my face? It wasn’t that bad that he was unrecognizable. It was easier that way.

The disciple of the Tiancha Dynasty was proud to be mediocre. As it was the easiest way to live. To do things. If you were unrecognizable, and not interesting, people won’t turn to you, or recognize you. Which made it perfect for Ba Yihan. Life is much easier if people don’t know you after all.

Wo Zedong slowly lifted his head, his eyes staying on Ba Yihan. After the shallow and slow realization, the leader of Liu Bai He, spoke with subtle disgust. “Ba Yihan. Your sect is known for craftsmanship and swordsmanship. To be lacking in both of those subjects, you are not only disgracing yourself, you are disgracing your entire dynasty. My training program at the largest clan help those who are blind and deaf. But I worry it will not save you from the drought that is your energy.”

Did he just…. say I was a terrible cultivator..?

To say Ba Yihan was offended would be both a lie and yet also more than truth. Was he offended in any shape? No. After all, he was born into cultivation. That is why he is able to cultivate anything worth cultivating. Otherwise he would be churning a pot with nothing but water inside.

Though, he still didn’t know what he had done wrong? He had answered the question in a way that makes sure it benefits the most people! Was that not a problem? Is your morals a mess, Wo Zedong? Am I to be shocked by that fact?

“Wo Jinfang.”

That was all Wo Zedong had to say. Even though it was just the name, specifically the name of the disciple that was speaking up for Ba Yihan, the person the same age as him stood up straight, his head held high as he looked at Wo Zedong with assertiveness, yet not enough to test the man that was still standing aside his throne.

Wo Zedong’s hand raised to gesture to Wo Jinfang, his royal blue sleeves hanging down to the floor as the boy he was gesturing to spoke with ease.

The question went like this:

A young girl was kidnapped by a vengeful ghost with enough virulence energy to be classified as a level 4. All the information the cultivator had was the fact that the ghost had a dispute against the girl that was kidnapped, and was now kidnapping her as revenge.