Making a Name (Part Two)

"This little fellow is a pity."

Wang Chen sat among the competing martial artists, watching Zhao Zhenxuan on the tournament stage as Old Yao's voice sounded in his mind.

The Nascent Soul True Immortal said, "Many years ago, I met him once. He possessed an unusual bone and was Fortune Blessed, with the aptitude for extraordinary Dao attainment, yet he ended up burdened by worldly affairs."

"Truly foolish!"

What kind of person was Zhao Zhenxuan?

The lord of Red Cliff City, the only Innate expert before Wang Chen's breakthrough, his cultivation and strength unfathomable. Since taking up martial arts, he had never known defeat.

Yet Old Yao's assessment of him was extremely poor, even calling him a fool.

Because once a Martial Artist stepped into the Innate realm, the martial path came to an end. If one wished to take another step forward and enter the extraordinary, one could no longer remain shut away in safe, stable cities, cultivating behind closed doors.

Only by entering the mountains and wild plains shrouded in mist, continuously tempering body and mind while comprehending the supreme Dao of heaven, earth, and nature, could one possibly seize the opportunity for Mortal Transformation.

Zhao Zhenxuan's aptitude was more than sufficient.

But by accepting the position of Red Cliff City's lord, he had effectively cut off any possibility of advancing further!

And Wang Chen felt that Zhao Zhenxuan was unlikely to be genuinely foolish, nor could he possibly fail to understand the key to transcendence.

He had merely made the more practical choice.

Zhao Zhenxuan spoke only a few words atop the stage before drifting away.

The ones truly presiding over this Martial Arts School Competition were three Houtian martial artist stewards from the City Lord's Mansion.

Clang! Clang! Clang~

The bronze bell rang three times, its