Bai Zihan didn't think much when he considered attending the Quan Clan Competition for their younger generation.
"Please co this way!"
Quan Lingshu led the way toward the elevated VIP pavilion.
The area was clearly reserved for the most distinguished guests.
Delicate silk curtains frad its open sides, allowing a perfect view of the competition grounds below.
At the center rested a broad, cushioned seat carved from spiritwood and inlaid with jade a seat clearly belonging to Quan Lingshu himself, the Clan Head.
However, that very seat had now been respectfully offered to Princess Sun Yaoqing, its surroundings freshly arranged with golden trays of tea and spiritual fruits.
Beside it, another elegant chair had already been prepared-its placent and quality making it obvious it was ant for Bai Zihan.
Quan Lingshu had both seats prepared with equal elegance and care-crafted from the sa spiritwood, draped in fine silks, and accompanied by trays of rare spiritual fruits.
However, a discerning eye would notice the subtle difference.
Bai Zihan's seat was positioned slightly higher, its backrest adorned with a faint golden embroidery that caught the light just so-an understated yet deliberate gesture.
It was a silent acknowledgnt from Quan Lingshu that, between the two, Bai Zihan's status stood above even that of Princess Sun Yaoqing.
Princess Sun Yaoqing didn't think much about it and even if she noticed, she would also need to agree.
On the other hand, Bai Zihan noticed that but also gave no damn. Quan Lingshu isn't the first person trying to kiss his ass.
Just then-
[Heaven Chosen Detected!]
The System had unexpectedly detected a Heaven's Chosen One.
Bai Zihan's eyes widened in surprise.
[Scanning...]
[Heaven Chosen Profile Unlocked]
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Na: Chong Sheng
Age: 19
Fate Grade: ★★★ (Three Stars)
Cultivation Base: Qi Refining (Mid)
Destiny:
Once known across the world as the Abyssal Monarch, he was a supre demonic Immortal cultivator who unified countless demonic sects beneath his will.
For centuries, his na alone made the heavens tremble and righteous cultivators unite out of fear.
It was said his blood refined legions, his soul devoured saints, and his Dao- built upon slaughter and chaos.
Betrayed by his Sect and besieged by the so-called righteous coalition led by Immortal Sovereigns, he perished at the brink of ascension.
Yet his hatred refused to fade. His soul clawed through the void, tearing through the wheel of reincarnation until he awakened in the mortal body of Chong Sheng.
Now reborn within the Quan Clan as a lowly servant, Chong Sheng's demonic core slumbers beneath mortal flesh, sealed yet simring with wrath.
His destiny burns with vengeance-a soul destined to rise once more and drench the heavens in retribution.
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Unexpectedly he has encountered another Heaven Chosen One.
And the Heaven Chosen One didn't seem weak either.
The only issue was that he was very weak at the mont and seed to have reincarnated recently.
Otherwise, if given a year or two, he would very likely grow far stronger- perhaps even surpass Nie Fengzhuo, since he had previous experience of
advancing through Cultivation Realm.
But then why was his Fate Grade only three stars while Nie Fengzhuo, whom he deed less dangerous, was a four-star Heaven Chosen One?
(Just what does this grade represent?)
It definitely didn't represent current power-if that were the case, Chong Sheng wouldn't even be a one-star Fated Heaven Chosen One.
Potential?
That might be the case, but he didn't think that was entirely accurate either.
In any case, the Supre Immortal, as Bai Zihan rembered, is said to be at the highest cultivation realm currently in the world.
It was the sa as Du Changsheng, master of Nie Fengzhuo's.
However, Chong Sheng was considered only three stars while Du Changsheng was five stars.
Both of them are forrly Supre Immortals yet they are given two different Fate Stars by the System.
(Why?)
Perhaps it was sothing he couldn't understand for now.
But anyway, Chong Sheng was definitely not a low-level threat considering he was forrly a Supre Immortal who walked the Demonic Path. What demonic cultivators prized most was power, and for that they were willing to do whatever was necessary-different from righteous cultivators.
They were also good at scheming and deceiving others.
Bai Zihan hadn't heard of the Abyssal Monarch who was said to have reached Supre Immortal, but that should be normal.
Since his cultivation was so high, he must have originated from the Central Continent or nearby.
Information about those regions is extrely rare in the Desolate Heaven
Empire.
Anyways, one thing was for sure: Chong Sheng was extrely dangerous.
He didn't an dangerous in raw strength-right now Chong Sheng was like an ant compared to him-but dangerous in mindset.
Those from demonic paths, especially soone who had beco their leader, would be shrewd and rciless-unlike the Heaven Chosen Ones he had t previously, who were sowhat naive except for Du Changsheng.
(In any case, such a person would be better off dead.)
Even if he did favors to Chong Sheng, Bai Zihan feared whether Chong Sheng
would repay the favor with kindness or take advantage of him.
Such people-whether you helped them or not-were the ones who might
backstab you later.
Better to kill them off to cut off future trouble rather than do favors that might
invite betrayal.
Chong Sheng wasn't like Lin Xuan, who might be impressed and grateful by so Earth-Cultivation techniques.
Perhaps if Bai Zihan gave him Saint-grade techniques he might react similarly- but then who knew whether he would show loyalty or sche behind his back.
Not to ntion, he wasn't in a situation where he could buy Saint-Grade
technique.
Doing nothing wasn't an option either.
If left unchecked, Chong Sheng had the potential to grow faster than him.
After all, as a forr Supre Immortal, he could take advantage of all his prior knowledge and experience.
He wouldn't need to worry about risks while cultivating, for he already had the essential knowledge.
No need to worry about Technique as he must have learned many when he was
the leader of Demonic Cultivator.
If there is sothing that Chong Sheng was currently lacking, that is
Cultivation Resources and Artifact.
(He must be participating because of the rewards.)
It didn't take a genius to figure that out.
(Now then how shall I deal with him?)
In the arena, young master Quan Zhiyang was still full of confidence, no shred of doubt in his mind.
"Begin!"
The elder's voice fell, and the air between the two seed to tighten.
Quan Zhiyang smirked, drawing his wooden practice sword.
"Chong Sheng, Princess Sun is watching my fight. Don't you dare get knocked out in one move."
Quan Zhiyang announced.
"Sure!"
Chong Sheng replied with a smirk which got on Quan Zhiyang's nerve. "Hmph!"
Quan Zhiyang lunged forward, his sword sweeping down in a sharp arc. Whoosh!
The blade sliced only air.
Chong Sheng had already moved, his body twisting aside with an almost casual grace, his steps flowing like ripples across still water.
Another strike ca, then another-slashes and thrusts that carried the faint ripple of Qi Refining cultivation.
The spectators murmured, impressed by Quan Zhiyang's speed and power. But then it quickly changed.
Because every single blow of Quan Zhiyang has missed.
Chong Sheng moved with the ease of soone who had fought through countless battlefields.
His movents were precise and minimal-as if he knew exactly where each attack would land before it even began.
"What's wrong?"
Chong Sheng asked sarcastically.
"Perhaps the Young Master is holding back for my sake? Don't worry about this slave and co at at full strength."
The remark made Quan Zhiyang's face flush red with anger. He is already using his full strength yet failed to land a single strike.
"Y-You bastard!"
He roared, Qi flaring violently around his sword.
"Stand still if you dare!"
Laughter erupted from the crowd.
"Hahaha! Did he just tell his opponent to stand still?"
"Who in the world says that during a fight?"
"Even the servants are laughing at him!"
"Tsk! Tsk! That trash. He couldn't even defeat a Slave. What's the use of having Quan Blood in his body?"
Quan Zhiyang's expression twisted with rage.
"Dammit! It's all your fault!"
He swung wildly, his sword cutting through the air again and again, but it was like trying to catch smoke.
Chong Sheng slipped past every strike-ducking, leaning, sidestepping-his movents fluid and almost taunting.
At tis, it looked as though he was moving at the very last instant-letting the blade brush past his clothes without ever touching skin.
It wasn't just speed. It was how easily Chong Sheng controlled the fight.
Every motion was deliberate, every dodge calculated to humiliate.
"Is that all?"
Chong Sheng's faintly amused voice drifted across the arena.
"Damn you!"
Quan Zhiyang shouted, his eyes bloodshot. He gathered his qi, forming a glowing are of energy along his blade.
"Take this!"
The strike descended with a sharp hum, slicing through the air toward Chong Sheng's chest.
The servants gasped.
But Chong Sheng only stepped forward. One foot-precise, asured-shifted him just an inch to the side.
The sword brushed past him harmlessly.
THUD!
With a loud thud, the wooden sword slipped from Quan Zhiyang's grasp, the force of his own overexerted strike throwing his balance off.
For an instant, his body froze-muscles locking from the recoil of misdirected strength.
It was as if his limbs refused to obey him, leaving him montarily stunned in place, eyes wide with disbelief at how easily his attack had failed.
How could such an opportunity miss Chong Sheng's eyes?
"Haha... It seems like the Young Master is giving an opportunity to shine. If so, then it would be rude of to refuse."
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