Weapon seller in the world of magic

"What?" Mark was taken aback by her request.

The woman blinked twice and said. "I said teach me the skill. I want to learn."

Mark crossed his arms to the chest, his eyebrow raising in a mix of displeasure and curiosity. "And why do you think I will teach you?"

The woman replied in her usual plain tone. "Because we are family."

Mark didn't know whether to laugh or get angry at this obnoxious woman. In the end, he pinched the bridge of his nose and said. "I cannot."

"Why?"

"Because it's impossible."

"Nothing is impossible." She argued, not moving from the spot.

Mark let out a sharp exhale. "I don't care how you see it, I cannot teach you. Now, leave my home."

She remained seated, unbothered. "No."

Mark's eyes darkened. "I will kick you out."

Silence. For the first time, her expression shifted slightly—just a fraction. "You cannot. I'm stronger."

Mark's fingers twitched.

Without hesitation, he activated his Lightning Clone Skill.

Instantly, an ethereal figure, formed entirely of crackling blue energy, emerged beside him. It seemed more powerful than even a demigod. Her eyes fluttered a bit as she mumbled. "An immortal realm technique?"

Before the woman could react, the lightning clone surged forward and, with a single controlled movement, sent her flying out of the house. The wall was destroyed and she landed gracefully outside, although completely unharmed, but clearly stunned.

She stood there in a daze, staring at him through the big hole. Mark looked back at her and stretched his hand forward. Dense mist flew out of his palm and formed a thick ice wall, covering the hole.

The woman blinked a few times in silence and mumbled. "His powers are more interesting than what Elder Yuxuan told me. But he has a bad personality. How could he reject me? No one rejected my request…"

The next day, Mark walked through the sect's courtyard when Aerynith approached him, grinning mischievously.

"So," Aerynith drawled, nudging Mark with his elbow, "how'd you do it?"

Mark frowned. "Do what?"

Aerynith smirked. "Charm the Lan clan's heiress in just one day. She was following you around like a puppy yesterday. What did you do to her, brother?"

Mark sighed, shaking his head. "Don't talk nonsense."

"But what happened yesterday was true, wasn't it? I heard a rumor that she went to your house yesterday after the sunset too…" Aerynith said, putting his hand over Mark's shoulder like a close brother. A grin appeared on his blue ice elf face. "C'mon, brother. You don't have to hide things from me. I'm literally the last person who can ever spread the rumor in the sect."

"Scram away… I have more important things to do than talking nonsense things…"

Meanwhile, in the training grounds, Lan Xia was engaged in a sparring session with Grand Elder Yu. Normally composed and precise, she found herself distracted. A mistimed movement, and the elder's strike landed squarely, sending her stumbling backward.

Grand Elder Yu narrowed his eyes. "You're distracted. What's wrong?"

Lan Xia hesitated before responding. "Shang Zhen... he managed to fly inside the restricted zone of the library."

The grand elder's brows furrowed. "That's impossible."

"He came from the Mortal Plane of existence, had skills that were out of my understanding, and only two heavenly years older than me yet in the same level," she added, staring at the ground. "Does that mean he's more talented than me?"

The grand elder's expression darkened. Lan Xia rarely had any emotion on her face. Most of the time, she is expressionless like a puppet that is devoid of any feelings. Any slight change of expression on her face only shows that she was heavily affected, whether it is good or bad.

He spoke. "You are the most talented descendant the Lan Sect had ever produced, my disciple. Unfortunately, he had a stronger start because he and his sister were blessed with the bloodline of our guardian, Blizzard Pegasus. It's an inheritance. That's why he and his sister could become an ascendant even in the mortal plane. But, worry not. Bloodline can only take you so far. Once you enter the immortal realm and go further, the gap between you two will only widen further." Grabbing her shoulders, he added in a serious tone. "Don't forget that you are the future head of this clan."

Lan Xia nodded.

Later that day, the sect announced an impromptu training session for inner sect disciples.

Mark and Aerynith, curious, attended. Lan Xia was also there but she acted as if she never met Mark before. She stood alongside the other disciples, all stoic and composed.

And then the grand elder Lan Yunxua's disciple, a member of the clan, Ye Anshi stepped onto the battle platform, scanning the gathered students before pointing his finger at Mark. "Shang Zhen."

Mark blinked. "Me?" He had never met this person before. Why is he suddenly challenging him? He could only wonder.

Aerynith leaned his head to the side and whispered into Mark's ear. "He is Grand Elder Yunxua's disciple."

Immediately, Mark realized why. It wasn't any secret that he managed to strike the grand elder right on the day he moved into the clan. Of course, she tried to attack him first, but since the elders don't like him, they can only paint him as a rebellious brat who doesn't know what's good for him.

While Lan Yunxua already forgot about the matter and moved on, others aren't as magnanimous as she was. Of course, there are those who had a crush on Lan Xia and neither did they like how she tagged with him for hours the other day nor do they allow an outsider to become a clan heir.

And after one heavenly week, her disciple finally made his move against him.

Ye Anshi, someone who already entered the immortal realm, went on challenging him, his intentions being obvious. "I heard the rumors that you were blessed by our celestial guardian. How about showing us what you have got?"

Lan Xia looked at Mark, wondering how he was going to respond.

Mark got up to the platform with a single leap. Taking out a metallic box type object out of nowhere, Mark stared back into this immortal and responded. "Sorry but you aren't qualified for it. We'll have to settle with this."

"You…" Ye Anshi's expression immediately turned ugly, feeling like Mark was mocking him publicly and not even discreet about it. He conjured an ice sword in his hands and spoke. "Alright, we'll see whether you have skills that can back up your arrogance or you are just bark."

Pointing its blade at Mark, he further added. "As your senior, I let you have the first strike."

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Mark wasted no time. In an instant, he threw the box right at his opponent with a fast arm. In just a second, it reached its target. Ye Anshi raised the sword and swung it precisely at the same time. The ice blade struck Unnamed but instead, it was broken into two and the metallic box struck his chest. Ye Anshi blasted away tens of meters, crashing to the ground. Blood trickled from his lips and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

At once, the entire training field fell silent.

Lan Xia, watching from the sidelines, felt her heart skip a beat. Her cold exterior cracked as curiosity burned in her eyes. "It's the box. What is that soul weapon?"