The Beginning

Although the Sect Grand Competition was an individual contest, it was fine. Whoever among the three of them won, they all won. Hehe.

Bian Chunchou had not advanced again over the past half year, but that was because he had deliberately held himself back. After all, a Fire-Water Spiritual Root differed from other Spiritual Roots. Before he had fully mastered it, cultivating too quickly would do more harm than good. Cultivation was, after all, a long-term process. Though he wanted to keep pace with his companions, he had to look farther ahead. He had heard of the race between the tortoise and the hare, right? Even if he was the tortoise, he was still a tortoise who could race the hare.

"Junior Brother Bian is back."

The disciple guarding the mountain gate had long since become familiar with Bian Chunchou. "Senior Brother Chang is guarding the gate today? I just saw quite a mess down the mountain. What are those people here for? They look like... ordinary people."

"They are ordinary people. They seem to be the relatives of a female Outer Sect disciple. Someone has already gone to notify her. She should arrive shortly." After speaking, Senior Brother Chang asked curiously, "Why are you back so early today?"

"Mm, my best friend came out of seclusion. We'll talk next time, Senior Brother Chang."

With that, he vanished into the sect in a puff of smoke. Senior Brother Chang, meanwhile, stroked his chin. Junior Brother Bian had many friends, but if it came to his very best friend, there should only be—

So the little martial granduncle who had been in seclusion for half a year had emerged.

Just then, a female disciple in a hundred-butterfly skirt hurried to the mountain gate. "May I ask, Senior Brother, who wishes to