Sage of Humanity

The core circle of the battlefield, at the Loyal Heart Sect's station within the 2nd grade sect, atop a peak behind the mountain there was a rock formation soaring like the outstretched wings of an eagle, known as Eagle Flight Rock. Sitting on the rock was a figure, a person clad in a white robe embroidered with red clouds, outlining a tall and sturdy figure, with a head of snow-white hair.

By appearance, he looked about thirty, but his eyes were filled with vicissitudes.

He sat on Eagle Flight Rock, one leg bent, the other dangled in the air, with a wine gourd placed beside him.

Gazing at the setting sun in the west, the man squinted slightly and reached for the wine gourd next to him, tilting his head back to take a big gulp, only to find it empty, drinking nothing but loneliness.

The white-robed young man shook the gourd and heaved a long sigh.

Just then, a light brightened before his eyes as he saw a fleeing light flying up from below, and he chuckled with a "Heh, the wine is here!" and waved to the fleeing light.

Soon, the fleeing light landed beside him, revealing a cute and lovely girl.

The girl had a curvaceous figure and was dressed in a green dress, her beautiful hair tied into two ponytails. As soon as she appeared, she smiled at the young man, her dimpled smile exceedingly charming.

"Brother!" The girl called out crisply.

"What 'brother'!" the young man glared, "Call me 'Master Uncle'!"

"Oh?" The girl cocked her head and looked at him, a sly twinkle passing through her lovely eyes, "Are you sure?"

The young man spoke earnestly, "The order of seniority must not be confused. Your father is my senior brother, so naturally, you should call me Master Uncle."

The girl then stood with hands behind her back, one foot resting on thin air, pretending to walk away and glancing sidelong at the young man, "Well, you better think carefully. Brothers get to drink wine, but as for Master Uncle... go where it's cool and stay there."

"Chan'er, you're really mischievous!" the young man chided her seriously.

Chan'er, the girl in question, couldn't help but giggle, drew back her foot, and took out several jars of wine from her storage sack. The young man quickly opened one, sniffed its aroma and his eyebrows lifted, "Good wine!"

He took a few gulps from the jar, thoroughly satisfied, and burped casually before asking, "Where did this wine come from? It's quite aged."

The girl while pouring her wine into the young man's gourd, replied offhandedly, "It's from the stash my mother buried in the Emerald Bamboo Forest."

The young man froze, staring dumbfounded at Chan'er, "Isn't this your dowry? You're so bold, if your mother finds out..."

Chan'er giggled, "If you don't tell and I don't tell, how would my mother know?"

The young man then looked at Chan'er with a conflicted expression, glancing again at his wine gourd, tipped it back for several more mouthfuls, and thought, what the heck, he had been used to being slapped around since he was a child, as long as he didn't leave the Spirit Stream battlefield, that old witch of a mother couldn't do anything to him...

"Brother, when will you marry me?" Chan'er, having finished with the wine, sat in front of the young man and asked seriously.

"Cough cough cough…" The young man began to cough violently, wiping his mouth, he scolded the girl, "What are you talking about? I'm your Master Uncle!"

The girl tilted her head, her fingers touching her red lips, "That night thirty-two years ago, you ki..." She appeared young, but in reality, she possessed the art of maintaining her beauty, and her true age couldn't be discerned from her appearance.

"Silence!" The young man became flustered, guiltily looking around, "If your mother hears you, will I still be alive? Besides, I was young back then..."

He was just a few years old at the time, and it was impressive she could remember so clearly. The past was too painful to look back on!

"Let's not talk about it then." Chan'er smiled as she looked at him, even making a zipping motion across her lips, as if sewing her mouth shut.

The young man immediately felt a headache coming on. Having been around the girl for so many years, he knew her personality better than anyone else. The more she behaved like this, the more it indicated there was something important she wasn't saying.

He sighed, "Just say what you have to say."

With a smile, Chan'er said, "Well, since you asked, you have to marry me!"

"Would you just shut up!" The young man firmly turned away, leaving his back to the girl.

"You don't want to listen about Righteous Blood Sect's situation either?" Chan'er's voice came from behind him.

The young man turned back, his expression suddenly serious, moving his lips a few times and finally saying with difficulty, "Are they being demoted? It's about time I guess."

Chan'er shook her head, her bright eyes curving into crescents, "The Righteous Blood Sect might not need to be demoted."

"What do you mean?" The young man frowned. Without taking in disciples for thirty years, the Righteous Blood Sect had been on the verge of demotion. In two months, the sect's grade evaluation would begin, and such evaluations were beyond the influence of mortals. The old head and his sister had held out for thirty years, with the Righteous Blood Sect slowly descending from 1st to 9th grade.

This time, it was impossible to retain their status.

"I've heard - and it's just hearsay - that half a year ago, Veteran Thang took in a disciple, but on the way back, they were ambushed. Out of necessity, Thang had to send him to the Spirit Stream battlefield. Now, this kid named Lu Yiye has already reached the Level 5 realm and is rushing towards the Righteous Blood Sect's station."

Before Chan'er could finish, the young man had already stood up, his face full of shock and disbelief, "The old man has taken a disciple?" Explore more adventures at empire

"Seems so!"

"Where did you get this information? Can you confirm it?"

"I'm not very clear about the source, but the news has already spread, and many people are aware of it now."

"It has spread?" The young man frowned and said in a low voice, "Not good!"

As he said this, a layer of sword light wrapped around him, and he broke through the air and left.

"Remember to marry me!" Chan'er called out from behind, but there was no reply—she huffed, "He's in such a hurry, didn't even ask for the location."

Despite saying that, she still sent a message to the young man, detailing the intelligence she had gathered.

The next moment, a stern shout came from ahead, "Without the order to transfer, no one is permitted to leave the sect without authorization. What are you trying to do, Li Baxian? Ahhh!"

While shouting, the voice fell towards the ground, though what befell them was unknown.

On Eagle Flight Rock, the girl known as Chan'er also rose to her feet, pondered for a moment, and said to herself, "Sacred Fire Order, Golden Clouds Tower, Hundred Refinement Valley, which one should I go to? Never mind, I can't be bothered to think!"

Looking around and seeing no one, she took off one of her embroidered shoes and tossed it into the sky. When it landed, she looked at the tip of the shoe: "This direction, Hundred Refinement Valley? Then off to Hundred Refinement Valley it is."

As she said this, she threw a handkerchief into the air. It immediately swelled in the wind, transforming into a Spiritual Artifact a few zhang in size. Chan'er jumped onto the handkerchief and traveled through the air.

The voice that had sounded earlier quickly spoke up again, "Where are you going, Senior Sister Yuechan?"

"Move aside, move aside!" Chan'er unceremoniously waved her hand.

"Ahhh..." That voice fell toward the ground once more, still calling out.

After a good while, a figure emerged from the ground, dusty and disheveled, watching the handkerchief disappear into the distance with a crestfallen expression.

The Governor and Deputy Governor both ran off—such an incident had never happened in the many years since Loyal Heart Sect was established.

This was a major issue!

He hurriedly sent out messages, ordering his fellow sect disciples to guard various strategic locations. He also activated the protective array to prevent any external enemies from taking advantage of the situation and informed the Nine Provinces of the events that occurred here.

Two days later, within the inner circle of the battlefield, at the Hundred Refinement Valley's station, with the sect's protective array activated, the Governor on duty glared at the female figure in the sky with resentment and anger, "Feng Yuechan, what are you trying to do!"

But he could only hide within the protective array and shout—he didn't dare to go out and provoke her.

There was no other reason; that woman flying in the sky was the top of the Spirit Stream Ranking.

Moreover, she was an old hand who had been at the top for over a dozen years.

It wasn't that Feng Yuechan had an exceptional cultivation talent. Her talent was indeed not bad, but that alone was not enough for her to dominate the top spot for over a decade.

The main reason was this woman kept delaying her cultivation level promotion. Over a decade ago, she opened up 360 spiritual orifices, and everyone thought she was about to advance to the Cloud River Realm. However, after more than a decade, she stubbornly refused to advance.

More than ten years of accumulation in the Spirit Stream Realm gave her a more refined spirit force than ordinary people, and that would have been fine, but the key point was that this woman was also a magic cultivator...

Without advancing her cultivation level, she went on to research magic and spells. As a result, this woman's strength grew year after year. Since she took the top position more than a decade ago, she's never stepped down.

Rumor had it, she was proficient in over a hundred Dao techniques.

A typical Level 9 magic cultivator of the Spirit Stream Realm could master at most ten or twenty magic spells, with only a few being their forte. Compared to her, one could see just how terrifying this woman was.

Stagnating her own cultivation level like this wasn't necessarily a good thing, especially for a cultivator with high talent like Feng Yuechan. As her age increased, her potential would gradually decrease, and if she continued to refuse promotion, it would definitely affect her future achievements.

Those of the same generation as her were basically in the Cloud River Realm, and some of them were even in the True Lake Realm.

So even though she had been at the top of the Spirit Stream Ranking, no cultivator from any sect wished to push her down—the cost was too great.

The Spirit Stream Ranking was a very fair list, autonomously generated by the Spirit Stream battlefield, not arranged by humans. Thus, even if a woman from a 2nd grade sect occupied the top position for a long time, none of the cultivators from 1st grade sects questioned her strength.

Over the past decade, the genius cultivators from the big sects would usually opt to break through as soon as they reached the Spirit Stream Level 9, wishing to leave the Spirit Stream battlefield. After all, it was somewhat embarrassing to be helplessly dominated by a woman.

Just moments ago, the cultivators from Hundred Refinement Valley deeply experienced the strength of the person at the top of the ranking. A few spells struck down, and their station's protective array buzzed alarmingly. Although Hundred Refinement Valley was only a 4th grade sect, it had been 1st grade forty years ago.

It fell from 1st to 4th grade only because it took heavy losses at the hands of another sect. Nonetheless, Hundred Refinement Valley still had a strong foundation.

However, at that moment, the station of a sect was blocked by a single person, and all cultivators from Hundred Refinement Valley trembled within the protective array, demonstrating the powerful deterrence of the Spirit Stream Ranking leader.

In the face of the challenges from below, the girl Feng Yuechan responded with a Fireball the size of a house. The Fireball Technique cast by Dong Shuye paled in comparison to Feng Yuechan's—it was like the difference between a grandson and a grandfather.