Chronicles of Daoist Fan - Chapter 134

Lingling came in the afternoon only to find Feng Yi dancing while I was playing my flute. She wore a blue hunter’s outfit and had a sword tied to her waist. However, the moment she saw us, she backed away in reflex.

Her mind failed to comprehend just what was happening. Of course, her first reaction was to pull out her sword and demand, ”Who the hell… are… you…?”

She lowered her sword as she realized that it was me. Chunu was clapping her hands while Feng Yi was robotically moving her body.

”What did I do wrong?!” Feng Yi shouted indignantly. She knew that she was feeling this strong urge to dance because of my playing.

As I could control the demonic Qi, I could choose who to target and who to not target with my music. That was the reason why only she was affected.

”You’re doing good, Feng Yi.” Little Nu smiled and encouraged.

”Welcome back Ling’er,” I stopped playing and said.

As the tune faded, Feng Yi also stopped. She looked at me as if I was the greatest bully and then turned away when I glanced at her.

”Welcome back.” She welcomed Lingling who was standing there, stunned.

Ling’er walked inside, finding her room messed up by the three of us. However, all of her attention was placed on me.

”You explain it to her.” I stood up from my chair and lightly hit Feng Yi’s head with my flute. I then nodded to Ling’er who finally said, ”Congratulations…”

She couldn’t help but come closer and feel my face. She was as tall as me previously, having long legs, but now her head only reached up to my chin.

“Are you really-? Who… how?” She couldn’t find words to say.

”I became a disciple of the Fu clan’s elder and he gave me a powerful blessing.” That was the most truthful sentence that I said.

Lingling’s expression turned into that of understanding. If it was a cultivator, then it could be possible. I had said this to let all three of them know. Keeping things always hidden wasn’t good.

It was fine to not say anything about my transmigration to this world or that I and Chunu were divine immortals, but the matter of blessing was simple, in my opinion. Telling them about it would do them no harm.

”So that was why you disappeared…” What was this sudden sad tone? I couldn’t understand this woman now.

Lingling sat on another chair and we talked for a long time. I found out that she was worried I would just leave their company now that I was a Fu clan disciple.

Lingling was a rather paranoid individual and she always expected the worst of things. Feng Yi hadn’t even thought about it before she said it.

”You’re also joining the clan. Didn’t Fu Qiai tell you?” I asked Ling’er and she shook her head. It appeared her friend wanted to keep it a surprise from her. Though now, it was no longer a surprise.

I stood up and told Ling’er that I was going to the arena, remembering that she wanted to see my matches. Feng Yi also wanted to follow but I told her to practice her alchemy.

Going to the other room, I donned my white gold-embroidered robe. I had gotten a tailor to make a new set of clothes for myself.

Picking up the mask lying on the table, I covered my face and came outside. Lingling was waiting for me there.

Seeing her, I nodded and she followed me. I neither had my flute nor my sword. The former would be a hindrance during hand-to-hand combat while the latter would give away my identity.

Ling’er didn’t bother to cover her face and I also felt that there was no need. I ran with moderate speed and found that the girl beside me was using more energy to keep up. Oh, my speed was way faster than before. I slowed down.

Within ten minutes, we crossed the western district and entered the northern one. Azure Wind Stupa was in the middle of the northern district and it took us another five minutes to reach there.

Many people were entering and exiting. It seemed something special was going on in the arena today. As we also neared the entrance, we were required to pay a fee of 30 gold kins.

It was nothing to the current me and I just handed the person standing there one hundred-gold coin, without bothering to take the change.

The moment we entered, we could hear the cheers of the audience. It had been three months since my last fight and most people had forgotten about the feat I had achieved, moving on to other interesting things happening in the arena.

However, my appearance was distinctly settled in their minds. Thus, some of the people pointed at me when they saw a white-robed guy wearing a fancy mask.

”Hey! Hey! Look, it’s that…”

”Who?”

”Don’t you remember him? He’s Humble White! The rookie who defeated a gold fighter as a Viscera Purifying practitioner!”

”Are you sure? Isn’t he too high-ranked?”

They talked amongst themselves as I walked through the people with Lingling following me. Her beauty had turned a few heads around but seeing a tall and dangerous Meridian Opening practitioner around her, nobody dared to come close.

I went to the registration booth and saw a line there just like every other time.

”Hey who the fuck are you?”

”Don’t cut the line- Uh, I-I’m sorry!”

I snorted and directly went ahead, pushing the newbie there to the side. The man sitting behind the desk frowned seeing this behavior but he was only at the second rank of Meridian Opening and was willing to let this go. In his opinion, bullies like me existed everywhere.

I threw my silver token and it landed on the desk. ”I want my gold token,” I calmly said.

”And who are you?” This practitioner didn’t recognize me. Either he was new or he still hadn’t seen me fight.

I was about to say the nickname I used but another practitioner beat me to it.

”He’s Humble White!”

The newbies and veterans around us started mumbling one by one. Soon, others also confirmed my identity. However, they were also confused like the spectators who saw me. Just what the… I was already so powerful after just three months?

”Are you really Humble White?” One female practitioner asked. She had that distinct gaze of a fangirl.

I cupped my fists and said, ”Yes.”

Although my earlier actions couldn’t be considered humble, people tended to forget some details when a person’s status is higher than theirs. At the moment, their mind was busy being amazed.

”Wow, it’s really him!”

”The legend!”

An uproar burst out and they spread the news of my arrival to other practitioners. The booth was filled with my topic and the man in charge of handing out the tokens stood up. Looking at his reaction, it seemed he really didn’t know who I was.

”You’re pretty famous…” Lingling commented, standing beside me. Quite a few people were paying attention to her. I could be sure that they were making various guesses in their minds.

Suddenly, the man behind the desk spoke loudly, holding a record book in his hands. ”Humble White, 55 silver matches won. Although you are at Meridian Opening stage, you haven’t yet defeated 200 silver fighters.”

I frowned hearing him. This one was a rule abider. I knew how many people I had defeated but the judges would never pit me against a silver fighter now. I should just get a gold token instead.

Suddenly, one practitioner came towards the booth. He was dressed better than any others and had a peak rank Viscera Purifying body, a judge.

At his arrival, people parted and he asked what happened here. Seeing me and the man behind the desk locked in a staredown, he hurriedly came to resolve the situation.

Unlike others, he immediately recognized me and my costume at a glance.

”Humble White?” Still, he asked to confirm.

I nodded but didn’t say how the staff here wasn’t giving me a gold token. Soon, he learned about what was happening and called another man. The two of them discussed for a few minutes and finally decided to exchange my silver token.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a Qi gathering cultivator keeping an eye on us. There were cultivators of the Wang family stationed here as they ran this arena.

After getting my token, I told Ling’er to go to the spectator’s seat and entered the tunnel which led to the fighting ground.

Being a gold fighter was quite a big thing as there were only a few hundred of them in this whole city. Not that there were fewer Meridian Opening practitioners, but not all would fight in this arena as their career.

The reason the judges decided to make me a gold fighter, even if I didn’t meet one requirement, had to be because of my rapid advancement.

If I could go head-to-head against a gold fighter 3 months ago, then now they couldn’t guess what my actual power was. I had a record of skipping ranks. No one could tell my combat ability unless I fought again.

With a yellow headband on my forehead, I exited through the temporary resting area for fighters. I was welcomed with fewer cheers and more scrutiny.. A new gold fighter, they were curious to see what I could do.