"Besides, if the righteous path gains one Supreme Treasure, doesn't that mean the Demonic Cult loses one?"
Daoxuan knew full well how terrifying the Jade Dynasty was, yet this pitch-black thing was scarcely inferior to it.
For a moment, he was deeply worried. "Martial Uncle, this child..."
"Such is fate. Since he can overcome it and wield it through sheer strength of will, then it is his magic treasure. What cultivator has ever had a smooth path? Which one of you did not endure all manner of life-and-death trials before reaching your current standing? That magic treasure is the best trial for the boy."
"Yes, Martial Uncle/Master!"
After this incident, Zhang Xiaofan, a seemingly ordinary disciple whose cultivation was merely at the fourth level of Yuqing, became the subject of much discussion.
Inside Yuqing Hall, the various peak leaders entered with the participants.
Cangsong received a slight nod from Daoxuan, then stepped forward and said loudly to the disciples, "All of you are the finest of Qingyun Sect's younger generation. Since its founding more than two thousand years ago, Qingyun Sect has stood as an orthodox Daoist school and a leader of the righteous path. Yet the ancients said, 'Achievement comes from diligence and is ruined by idleness.' They also said, 'Like rowing upstream, if you do not advance, you fall behind.' To warn future generations and foster young disciples, the patriarchs of our sect established the grand event known as the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament. This is now its twentieth session."
A wave of astonishment rose among the Qingyun Sect disciples. Twenty sessions, held once every sixty years, meant that twelve hundred years had passed.
Daoist Cangsong looked with satisfaction at their reactions and continued, "Today, under the leadership of Sect Master Daoxuan, Qingyun Sect prospers as