Xiao Family's Huohuo! Arrives to Fulfill the Three-Year Pact!

In front of the Misty Sect's gate.

Two white-robed disciples immediately became excited upon hearing Xu Ling'er's name.

Their eyes shone as if they had encountered some fairy.

Judging by their expressions, the adoration in their eyes was impossible to hide. They were so engrossed that they almost drooled!

Chu Feng glanced at the two disciples indifferently.

He could tell that Xu Ling'er's popularity within the Misty Sect was unimaginably high.

It seemed that Xiao Huohuo would have to endure quite a few disdainful looks before stepping onto the stage for this competition.

The two gatekeeper disciples snapped back to reality. As if remembering something, the disciple on the left revealed a hint of mockery and disdainfully chuckled, "You, are you that waste from three years ago?"

"That pathetic worm who made a three-year pact with the Young Sect Master?"

The two disciples scanned Xiao Huohuo's body without any reservation.

Seeing that Xiao Huohuo's skin was still that of a newborn, They were stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter.

Completely ignoring the presence of Xiao Huohuo and Chu Feng, the two began conversing with each other:

"Three years have passed, and his realm hasn't budged an inch. He's still a third-rate martial artist."

"I thought he wouldn't dare to come, but I didn't expect him to be so bold, challenging our Young Sect Master as a third-rate martial artist."

The disciple on the left suppressed his laughter and said strangely, "Kid, should I admire your shamelessness or your fearlessness of death?"

The disciple on the other side was clearly a bit more serious. He composed himself and snorted disdainfully, "Where did you get the nerve?"

"Our Young Sect Master is a super genius rarely seen in a century within the sect."

"She has already broken through the Houtian realm!"

"Furthermore, she has learned the Wind Sword Scripture, which only elders can learn in our Misty Sect."

"Her strength alone would make even an ordinary Houtian realm martial artist outside the sect unable to defeat her."

"You, a third-rate martial artist, coming here, aren't you just looking to walk up the mountain and be carried down, huh?"

After saying that, this disciple seemed unable to hold back and burst into laughter again.

In their eyes, Xiao Huohuo was still that insignificant third-rate martial artist.

This was because once a martial artist broke through to the second-rate realm, their skin would undergo a transformation, becoming as fresh as an infant's.

Especially in the eyes of these major sects, one could tell the realm at a glance.

As if they had laughed enough, the two calmed down and said to Xiao Huohuo, "Since you insist on humiliating yourself, then go ahead."

"Otherwise, we would be missing out on some entertainment."

With that, the two disciples moved aside. As the vermilion gate opened, the scene within, resembling an immortal palace, immediately appeared before Xiao Huohuo and Chu Feng.

However, Xiao Huohuo had no intention of paying attention to that at the moment.

He clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth for a moment, and finally let out a sigh, shaking his head with a sense of relief.

He was no longer a waste now; he was the disciple of a divine immortal, walking the great dao of Qi Refining Longevity!

Why bother arguing with these ignorant ants?

Beside him, seeing Xiao Huohuo's expression shift from anger to relief, Chu Feng nodded inwardly:

"This kid didn't choose to explain himself to anyone despite the humiliation."

"Unmoved by praise or blame. At sixteen years old, he lacks youthful impulsiveness but still goes to the mountain to keep his promise, not losing his spirit."

"It seems that over the years, these gazes have tempered his disposition somewhat."

"Such talent is meant for cultivating immortality!"

"It's meant for me to directly return to the peak of the immortal path!"

Without overthinking, under the disdainful gazes of the two gatekeeper disciples, Chu Feng and Xiao Huohuo ascended the sect...

The Misty Sect, Main Hall, First Martial Arts Training Ground.

At this moment, a young girl sat cross-legged on a platform.

The young girl was dressed in a soft white robe, with a slender figure and regular features. She exuded an indescribable spiritual energy.

And about three thousand meters directly above the young girl, there was an immortal platform shrouded in clouds and mist.

Seated on the immortal platform was a middle-aged man, along with several elders.

This middle-aged man, with long beard and hair, wearing cloth shoes, and possessing a kind face, was the current Sect Master of the Misty Sect, Wu Shan!

Several old men sitting beside him were precisely the elders holding the highest authority within the Misty Sect.

This Immortal Platform represented the peak of this area for hundreds of miles!

Wu Shan and the several elders looked down at Xu Ling'er with satisfied expressions, nodding continuously as they spoke.

This disciple made them immensely proud.

Surrounding the Immortal Platform were several smaller connected platforms. Seated upon them were the leaders of various surrounding factions.

Numerous powerful figures also looked down at Xu Ling'er, their faces filled with envy.

The Sect Master of the Moon Sword Sect looked at the young girl and sighed, "Seventeen years old, early Houtian realm, having learned the Misty Sect's Wind Sword Scripture."

"Such a genius is truly enviable."

"With Xu Ling'er here, the Misty Sect will likely suppress us for another hundred years."

As they discussed, the leaders of the various factions were filled with envy.

Why was it that only the Misty Sect produced geniuses?

Above the several large Immortal Platforms were connected corridors, and upon these corridors were densely packed disciples.

The Misty Sect disciples looked at Xu Ling'er in their sight, their faces filled with adoration.

Every time Xu Ling'er appeared in a public place within the sect, the Misty Sect was this lively.

The Sect Master of the Moon Sword Sect surveyed the surroundings and spoke to the faction leaders nearby, "Today's grand occasion is all in anticipation of that Three-Year Pact."

"I wonder, what do you all think, who will win this battle?"

"Does this Xiao Huohuo still have a chance?"

The burly Sect Master of the Mountain Gate Sect chuckled, "I heard he was still a third-rate martial artist two years ago. Two years have passed, no matter how much he's grown, he can't possibly be a match for a Houtian realm martial artist."

"He probably wouldn't even come now."

"We've made this trip for nothing."

The leaders all chuckled and sighed.

Looking at Xu Ling'er's figure below, their expressions were complex.

They all couldn't help but ask themselves, facing such a genius, would even they have come to fulfill the appointment?

Just as the leaders of the various factions were lamenting that they had come for nothing today.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps approached from below the mountain.

This sound of footsteps instantly drew everyone's attention.

On the Immortal Platform, in the corridors, the Misty Sect Master, the sect leaders, and all the disciples looked towards the source of the sound.

Everyone followed the sound and saw a slender figure.

It was a youngster, with a tender yet somewhat resolute expression on his face. Accompanied by an ordinary-looking youth, he strode forward.

Xu Ling'er opened her eyes and looked at the youngster.

Xiao Huohuo strode onto the training ground, scanned the strange glances around him, his eyes flickering, "Xiao Huohuo of the Xiao Family."

"I am here to fulfill the Three-Year Pact!"