Cloud Province, Guiyuan Sect.
Morning mist lay like gauze, winding between the ten peaks.
The bell atop Sword Peak had just sounded, its lingering chimes spreading leisurely throughout the entire sect.
On the Martial Arts Arena, disciples were engaged in their morning practice, sword light flashing and fist winds howling.
In the dining hall, disciples who had just finished their morning lessons held bowls of food as they gathered in twos and threes, discussing the news that had recently spread across the world.
"Have you heard? Senior Brother Chen Xuan wiped out twelve apex clans of the Demon Race all by himself!"
"I heard about it ages ago. I also heard that Senior Brother Chen Xuan killed more than fifty Demon Venerables. Even the Nine-Headed Lion Clan's patriarch couldn't withstand a single move from him."
"More than fifty Demon Venerables... What kind of concept is that? Our Guiyuan Sect has stood for eight hundred years, yet aside from our founding ancestor, we have never even produced a single Venerable Realm expert."
"That is why Senior Brother Chen Xuan is the most outstanding disciple in the history of our Guiyuan Sect. No, he is the most outstanding genius in the history of this world."
The discussions rose and fell one after another. Every disciple who mentioned the name "Chen Xuan" had worshipful light shining in their eyes.
At that moment, a cyan figure silently appeared in the sky.
No one noticed how he had arrived. He simply stood there with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering faintly in the morning breeze, as though he had always been there and had never left.
"Senior Brother Chen Xuan!"
A sharp-eyed disciple spotted him first and cried out in shock.
The entire Martial Arts Arena fell silent in an instant.
Everyone raised