Talisman Sect Visits
The true disciples of Formation Sect earnestly prepared for the tournament, waiting for the day they could take their anger out on Talisman Sect.
Formation Sect’s nineteen Greater Heaven casters were already waiting for their guests from Talisman Sect at the mountain guests had to come along. Aforementioned mountain was where guests lodged when visiting and the sort were available. Needless to say, intricate formations were cast on the mountain. The floating Formation Palace and the dispersed steps of Celestial Staircase were within viewing distance from the mountain. The reason guests weren’t allowed in Formation Palace was due to the risks involved.
Bong! Bong! Two hits on Green Bell indicated an important guest had arrived, though today’s guests were important in a different sense to the usual.
“Hahaha, Patriarch Zhuge, long-time no see. I hope you have been well.”
A yellow talisman fluttered in the air as it enlarged. The patterns and text on the talisman lit up as a group emerged from the talisman. Leading the group was Talisman Sect’s was a man overflowing with confidence in his forties and a flash of yellow in his eyes – Talisman Sect’s patriarch, Chang Tiancheng. Chang Tiancheng and the three Spirit Severing Realm Greater Heaven talisman masters behind them blatantly marginalised Formation Sect’s Greater Heaven casters.
Smiling courteously while concealing his anger and, holding his hands in a fist and palm salute, Zhuge Xiaosheng responded in kind. “I apologise for the modest welcome, Patriarch Chang.”
Accompanying the three Greater Heaven talisman masers were Mo Ziming. There was a girl by the name of Jiang Xiangdi, Ultimate Immortals Ranking’s rank seventy-five and a Greater Heaven Stage disciple, accompanying them. The pursed-lips smile and large eyes of hers were weapons in their own right. Their top talent, Ling Zheng, was a textbook aloof character who looked as if he lived on an alp. There were three more Golden Core Realm and three Primordial Infant Realm disciples wearing visages of stereotypical antagonists.
“Patriarch Zhuge, allow me to extend my congratulations to you on finding an exceptional Greater Heaven Stage disciple,” sardonically remarked Chang Tiancheng, inspecting those present.
“Thank you, but you have given him more credit than your disciples. We are fortunate to have a dutiful Mu Chenghong,” responded Zhuge Xiaosheng, smiling politely.
“Indeed, Young Mu has displayed excellent talent. I do hope he will take Formation Sect to greater heights. I hope you will finally win this year.”
Zhuge Xiaosheng’s cheek twitched. “We shall return the favour with Mu Chenghong and Feng Mu supporting us.”
The two exchanged confident grins, each believing they had the other dancing to their tune. The animosity for each other was burning the two them, and the only way they could extinguish it was if they killed each other. There was one more hostile amidst the confrontation who was harbouring malice on par with theirs – Celestial Star Sect.
Chang Tiancheng cast his thieving gaze toward Formation Palace, the edifice that he believed was rightfully Talisman Sect’s property. He openly expressed his avarice with a chortle. “A magnificent Formation Palace deserves a magnificent master instead of letting hooligans desecrate it.”
“You flatter me.” Zhuge Xiaosheng knew what Chang Tiancheng implied, but he wasn’t going to just roll over and die.
“It is in good hands and will continue to be. Scribbling on paper will never teach you the complexity of Formation Sect’s Formation Palace,” added Lu Deyi.
“I agree. He is destined for it shall be its master to the end. Don’t you agree?” Zhou Jinglin responded, staring straight at Lu Deyi.
“As it is late, how about we rest now, and let tomorrow’s results do the speaking?” Chang Tiandao proposed.
“Perfect. Greater Heaven Caster Lu, have someone lead them to their rooms,” Zhuge Xiaosheng directed.
“Stay close, so you do not get lost,” remarked Lu Deyi, racing off as a streak of light as a means of showing off.
“Greater Heaven Caster Lu sure knows how to treat guests,” satirically mocked Chang Tiancheng, speeding off after Lu Deyi and taking his people along.
Tomorrow will be the last day you mock us, Zhuge Xiaosheng swore to himself.
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