After the Spring Festival, Sun Fuyu worked even harder. Wen Zhihao believed in him, and Sun Fuyu would not let him down.
With the jade slips containing cultivation manuals that Wen Zhihao gave him, Sun Fuyu pushed and pushed over the next few months, thoroughly using those manuals.
A week before the half-yearly Golden Sun Intra-Sect Competition, formal classes for the outer sect disciples ended so that they could prepare for the competition. With all the outer sect disciples fervently training, the qi in the air was constantly rushing this way and that way, which was very disruptive to Wen Zhihao’s peace. As such, Wen Zhihao took Sun Fuyu out of the sect to the forests, where they would have peace and less competition for qi usage.
While Sun Fuyu trained, Wen Zhihao occupied himself with collecting flowers, poking at unknown herbs, and reminding Sun Fuyu to rest when he needed to rest. It was a shame that Wen Zhihao couldn’t find those hot spring again—relaxing there after training hard (or not training hard in Wen Zhihao’s case) would be the best. But it must just appear whenever it wanted to.
A few days later, Sun Fuyu broke into the Middle Stage of Foundation Building1.
“Very good!” Wen Zhihao was not at all stingy with his praise, rubbing Sun Fuyu’s head.
Sun Fuyu beamed, but then forced himself to become serious. “Now, we can both become inner sect disciples!”
Wen Zhihao immediately shook his head. “I have no intention of participating in the competition.”
“Wen-ge, you’re really not participating?” Sun Fuyu’s brows pinched together.
Wen-shixiong had already broken in Golden Core, and almost every Golden Core cultivator was an inner sect disciple. “Then...then I won’t participate either!”
Wen Zhihao waved a hand. “Sun Fuyu, you participate! I’m not very strong anyway, extremely unsuited to the competition. Didn’t I tell you about when I even forgot my sword?”
Sun Fuyu cracked a smile. “Yes.”
“Or, hey, how about I throw some glowing flowers at my opponent? Do you think they’ll bend over to pick them up, giving me a chance to strike?”
Sun Fuyu giggled. “No.”
“See? I don’t need to become an inner sect disciple. There is Elder Liu if I want any help cultivating. But you don’t have a sword cultivation mentor yet. So I’ll be cheering you from the sidelines, okay?”
“Okay…”
“Work hard, okay?” Wen Zhihao coaxed him. Even though he was well aware that he was lazy, he didn’t want to stifle Sun Fuyu. Do what I say, not what I do!
Sun Fuyu straightened. “Okay, I won’t disappoint you.”
Wen Zhihao rubbed Sun Fuyu’s head—it was too hard to resist when Sun Fuyu looked so serious. “Just try your best.”
The day of the half-yearly Golden Sun Intra-Sect competition dawned with bright blue skies.
Many outer sect disciples with ambition in their hearts entered the Outer Sect Battlegrounds. In the arena, there were twenty fighting platforms for twenty simultaneous battles. Outer sect disciples were split into ten groups, mostly based on cultivation type, and the competition was single-elimination: one loss and you were out. The final victor of each group was allowed to advance to the inner sect.
Wen Zhihao sat in the stands, using various talismans to regulate the temperature and reduce the noise around him. He nodded encouragingly whenever Sun Fuyu entered a platform to fight.
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