The Ancient God Clan

Two days remained until the Martial Arts Assembly. On this noon, the Sect Master personally traveled to Mufeng to meet with Moyang to discuss matters related to the Martial Arts Assembly.

“In two days, it will be the Martial Arts Assembly. At that time, Elder Three will lead you to Xuantian City. This is your first time participating, so once you arrive at Xuantian City, rest for a night to recharge your spirits. Do not put too much pressure on yourself!” the Sect Master said in a tone of instruction as they stood in a courtyard.

Moyang said nothing but simply nodded.

“I heard from Grand Elder that you’ve already reached Mid-Stage of the Earth Mystic Realm Tier Three. Normally speaking, even if you encounter the strongest disciples from the other three sects, your combat prowess wouldn’t differ much. However, you lack actual combat experience, so I suggest you avoid stepping onto the stage too soon. Study your opponents’ habits and techniques from the sidelines first!”

“But regardless of the outcome, the most important thing is to ensure your own safety. Winning or losing is secondary!”

The Sect Master spoke in a string of reminders, emphasizing his concern for Moyang’s well-being.

Moyang sighed and said, “Sect Master, do not worry. It was always my master leading the team before. Since he cannot go this time, I’ll step in to make up for that regret!”

The Sect Master looked at Moyang with surprise, as if he wanted to ask something, but hesitated and refrained.

He couldn’t determine Moyang’s true cultivation level—something that troubled him. Despite wanting to ask, he remembered Grand Elder's words and chose to hold back.

“Tomorrow morning, we’ll set off. Prepare yourself!” the Sect Master said before turning and walking toward the outer courtyard. After a few steps, he turned back toward Moyang and said, “Fei’er will also join you this time. Look out for her on my behalf!”

Moyang nodded. With Elder Three leading the way, he wasn’t too worried about other issues.

The next morning, Qi Heng and the others had already gathered at the martial training ground, waiting. Moyang was late, though this wasn’t intentional—it was because he had been comprehending ancient divine symbols within the Star Emperor Tower, and nearly lost track of time.

“That guy, always late. This time at the Martial Arts Assembly, I really can’t place any hope in him!” one of the disciples muttered. This individual was close to Qi Heng and remembered when Moyang had made everyone wait for a long time during their initial duel.

Qi Heng’s expression was also dark but remained silent.

Fei’er was excited and waved toward Moyang. “Brother Moyang, over here…”

Xuxin looked at her with disapproval, thinking, This girl has absolutely been enchanted by Moyang’s charm.

Xuxin thought to herself: Girls need to maintain their composure, especially as the Sect Master’s daughter. What kind of words are those? Avoid getting too close to him. This guy is nothing but trouble!

“Xuxin, Moyang isn’t bad at all!” Fei’er whispered.

Moyang had shown remarkable restraint when Fei’er had exposed herself earlier; he did nothing at all and fled instead. If it had been anyone else, that situation might have led to far worse outcomes.

Xuxin shook her head, speechless. This girl truly has no hope.

“Good morning, brothers and sisters!” Moyang greeted as he stepped toward the group with a smile.

Everyone exchanged glances, speechless. They weren’t sure how to describe Moyang. Being late by half an hour? What was this timing?

The group set out toward Xuantian City. Their journey would be assisted by tame Flying Pengs, which were large flying birds with wingspans reaching ten meters in their adult forms. They could easily carry multiple people.

“Since we’re here, let’s set out now. Arriving at Xuantian City early will give you all time to familiarize yourselves with the area,” Elder Three said.

Before Moyang could react, the three Flying Pengs’ backs were already crowded with disciples. The other disciples seemed reluctant to share a Flying Peng with Moyang.

On one Flying Peng, three disciples sat behind Elder Three, while Qi Heng rode his own Flying Peng with three others. The final bird carried Xuxin and Fei’er.

“Brother Moyang, come on up…” Fei’er waved excitedly.

Xuxin’s expression soured, but there wasn’t much she could do to move onto one of the other two birds.

“Moyang, you ride this one. Fei’er and Xuxin are young girls—take your time with them,” Elder Three said.

“Uh… alright,” Moyang replied, a bit helpless. This was a stark contrast to how eager the same disciples had been a few days ago when exchanging pills with him.

Moyang leapt onto the Flying Peng’s back with ease. He was very familiar with this type of bird, as the Fourth Elder used to take him riding frequently.

Fei’er’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Moyang. She noted how effortlessly elegant and confident he was on the bird’s back. Other disciples, however, frowned, thinking, Two beauties like them are riding with Moyang? Isn’t that just letting him take advantage?

The three Flying Pengs roared as they took flight, soaring away from the martial training grounds.

Moyang’s bird led the way, quickly leaving the other two behind. Fei’er held tightly to Moyang’s robes, her excitement evident as she screamed in joy.

Xuxin, meanwhile, regretted her decision. She gritted her teeth against the wind and shouted, “Moyang, can you slow down? Elder Three and Qi Heng are still behind!”

“What? Flying Pengs are fast by nature. Why should I slow down? Are you scared? You can just admit it if you are!” Moyang said, not even turning his head.

After flying through several dense forests, Moyang eventually slowed his pace. Xuxin’s face was pale, and she glared at Moyang angrily, muttering to herself about how crazy he was.

“Brother Moyang, what is the cultivation of the strongest disciples from the other three sects?” Moyang asked.

Xuxin took a deep breath and reluctantly answered: “Last year’s Martial Arts Assembly showed that Longchid Pavilion’s Long Wu and Qian Wushuang already reached Earth Mystic Realm. After a year of training, they’re probably at Earth Mystic Realm Tier Two.”

“Yuqing Sect’s Mu Qiu was very strong last time, largely contributing to their first-place ranking.”

“What about Xuan Sect?” Moyang asked again.

“They’re on similar strength to our Lingxu Sect, but Pang Long’s methods emphasize external training. His physical strength is unmatched in his tier.”

Moyang thought about these points but wasn’t overly concerned about anyone below Heaven Mystic Realm. His focus remained on the cultivators of the Heaven Mystic Realm.

“Should be manageable,” Moyang murmured.

Xuxin let out a cold snort. “Don’t underestimate these people. You’re too inexperienced. Against someone seasoned in combat at the same tier, you’ll struggle to stand a chance!”

Moyang smiled but didn’t argue. His goal was simple—to make up for his master’s regret. Nothing more.

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