Space warped above the Plum Blossom Sect's upper sky.
A quiet hum rippled across the clouds, followed by a single, clean tear in the world—
and the Ancient Elder stepped through, robes flowing like a midnight eclipse, his shoulders carrying the calm satisfaction of a man who had seen wonders.
A thousand plum blossoms trembled across the sect as if greeting his return.
Disciples froze. Elders stopped mid-breath.
"Th-the Ancient Elder has returned!"
"Open the sky plaza!"
"Notify the Sect Master!"
The plaza lights blossomed instantly with spiritual lanterns.
The Ancient Elder descended slowly, his feet touching the jade platform with the weight of unspoken stories… and unspoken wealth.
His face held a rare, faint smile.
The Cargo Unsealed
He lifted a hand.
A pulse of space law expanded—
silent… controlled… inevitable.
BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.
Three tons of cargo materialized across the Plum Blossom Sky Plaza.
Instant shock.
Instant silence.
Layer after layer of goods appeared:
Sacks of rice stacked like white mountains
Sacks of coffee beans—aroma exploding through the air
Crates of fruit: bananas, frost pears, moon apples, spirit citrus
Bundles of salted fish, wrapped with precision
Cooking instruments, farming tools, rare seeds
Bolts of black-flame silk, shimmering like star-eclipsed night
25 robes of Blackflame Silk, each one radiating mythic-grade pressure
Veils, cloth, and eclipse-thread garments
A jade chest containing the Perfect Rejuvenation Scripture, pulsing with immortal resonance
Everything rested neatly, perfectly intact.
Not even dust had dared cling to them.
Disciples whispered in terror and reverence.
"This… this is impossible…"
"Did he plunder a celestial treasury?"
"No… these items—look at the threads—this is mythic cloth!"
"Elder… these things could ignite a war…"
The Ancient Elder nodded calmly.
"Yes. They could."
The Sect Master Arrives
Sect Master Hua descended like a falling petal, graceful yet shaken.
"Honored Elder… what have you brought back…?"
The Ancient Elder rested his hand on a crate of coffee beans.
"A friend's hospitality."
The Sect Master blinked.
"This is not hospitality. This is—this is enough to ignite conflict among seven great sects!"
The Ancient Elder's voice grew calm, deep.
"That is why none here must abuse these gifts.
They are not trophies.
They are symbols of trust."
Disciples Kneel in Awe
The plaza trembled as disciples knelt.
"Ancient Elder… did you truly meet someone capable of gifting this much?"
He nodded.
A slow, heavy motion.
"Kael of the Azure Peak."
Whispers exploded.
"That name again…"
"The shadow-clad peak…"
"The one the elder praised…"
The Ancient Elder continued:
"He gave these without arrogance… without boasting…
because to him, generosity is simply living."
A Warning of Power
He swept his gaze over the sect.
"These robes, these fruits, these grains, this scripture—
they are not to be shown lightly.
Other sects would wage war for even one bolt of his cloth."
He lifted one of the Blackflame Silk robes.
The robe hissed with contained starfire, a darkness woven from something older than night.
Gasps echoed.
"This alone," the Ancient Elder said softly, "could cause a dynasty to fall."
The Sect's Reaction
Fear and awe wrapped the plaza.
One disciple whispered:
"Elder… how did you earn such treasures?"
The Ancient Elder smiled for the first time in years—
a humble, weathered smile.
"With kindness. With sincerity.
By sharing food.
By farming.
By talking.
By living simply."
He set the robe down with reverence.
"He enjoys life humbly—fishing, cooking, brewing coffee, shaping his home.
He lives beautifully, like his architecture is literature."
The Sect Master bowed deeply.
"Then we must honor this bond."
The Ancient Elder nodded.
"And we must protect it."
The Ancient Elder had barely finished speaking when Sect Master Hua raised his hand.
"Begin immediate cataloging.
No item leaves this plaza.
No disciple touches anything without an elder's command."
A hundred disciples bowed simultaneously, trembling.
"Yes, Sect Master!"
Elders of the Logistics Pavilion, Records Pavilion, and Treasury Pavilion rushed in, robes fluttering like startled birds. Ink tablets, jade recording slips, spirit brushes, and measuring tools appeared in their hands as they formed three concentric circles around the mountain of goods.
1. Rice Sacks — "Heaven-Grade Purified Grain"
Treasury Elder Jinhai sliced open a sack with a spirit-thin blade.
A glow of pale white steam rose from within.
Each grain was flawless.
Polished.
Uniform.
Heavy with spiritual density.
He gasped.
"This… these grains… they've undergone purification by a method I've never witnessed. Not mortal. Not spiritual. Something beyond."
Record scribes trembled as they wrote:
Category: Staple Grain
Quality: Heaven-Grade Purified
Estimated Lifespan: 50 years shelf life
Quantity: 92 sacks
A disciple whispered:
"This alone could feed three cities…"
Another gulped:
"Or spark a war."
2. Coffee Bean Sacks — "Blackflame Eclipse Beans"
When one sack of beans was opened, an aroma blasted across the plaza.
Disciples swayed.
Even the Sect Master blinked in stunned delight.
Elder Meiling inhaled deeply.
"These beans… they are roasted by starfire? No—
by something darker. Blackflame? A mythic-grade fire?"
Another elder coughed.
"One cup of this coffee would boost spiritual clarity for a week!"
Scribes recorded quickly:
Category: Beverage Spirit Bean
Quality: Mythic-Grade / Blackflame Roasted
Quantity: 51 sacks
3. Crates of Fruit — "Spirit-Rich Produce from Azure Peak"
As crates opened, scents filled the plaza—moon apples glowing faintly under the eclipse light, frost pears shimmering with pale frost, bananas streaked with spirit lines, and citrus that radiated purity.
Elder botanists stared in disbelief.
"These fruits… you can cultivate for centuries and not produce one with this perfection…"
Scribes wrote with shaking hands:
Category: Spirit Produce
Quality: High Mythic
Quantity: 27 crates
Special Note: Rejuvenation potential confirmed
4. Salted Fish — "Frozen Abyss Preservation"
Elder Jinhai inspected a crate of salted fish.
He froze.
"…these have been cured by a technique that preserves spiritual marrow."
A disciple swallowed hard.
"One piece of this could feed a cultivator for a week…"
Scribes continued:
Category: Preserved Spirit Fish
Quality: Ancient-Grade
Quantity: 11 crates
5. Farming Tools & Seeds
Ironwood-handled tools.
Moonsteel edges.
Seeds with inner light.
"W-why would he… give us something so priceless yet so humble?"
"Because he farms," the Ancient Elder said softly. "Because he lives simply."
Scribes wrote:
Category: Cultivation Agriculture Tools & Seeds
Quality: Mixed (Mythic to Ancient)
Quantity: 23 bundles
6. Blackflame Silk — "Night-Eclipse Fabric"
When the first cloth bolt was unfurled—
The plaza dimmed.
The fabric swallowed half the light around it.
Elders staggered backward.
"This… this is not silk. This is… condensed starlight… woven with death-aspect energy."
"No sect should possess even one palm-length of this!"
"But there are 25 full robes…"
Scribes recorded in terror:
Category: Garment Material
Name: Blackflame Silk
Quality: Mythic (Forbidden-Grade)
Quantity: 25 robes + 17 veils
7. Perfect Rejuvenation Scripture — "Forbidden Immortal Codex"
When the jade chest was opened—
Light spilled, soft and ancient, rejuvenating.
Disciples felt their bones lighten.
Wrinkles smoothed.
Elders inhaled sharply as their fatigue melted.
Sect Master Hua nearly dropped to his knees.
"This scripture… could restore an entire sect's elders by a century…"
Scribes wrote with pale faces:
Category: Immortal Codex
Name: Perfect Rejuvenation Scripture
Tier: Immortal / Forbidden
Access: Sect Master & Ancient Elder Only
Quantity: 1
8. Cooking Instruments & Miscellaneous Tools
Jade cleavers sharpened by laws, moonstone pots, spirit ladles, and mirrored plates of unknown origin.
"These are cooking tools," the Ancient Elder said, smiling faintly.
A young recording disciple whispered:
"Tools…? They feel like artifacts…"
Category: Culinary Tools
Quality: Artifact-Grade
Quantity: 14 crates
---
The Final Catalog Report
Hours passed.
Ink dried.
Breaths steadied.
Catalogs were sealed with spiritual locks.
Sect Master Hua read the finished record.
His face went white.
"These things… if even one item becomes public knowledge, the Plum Blossom Sect will be hunted by kingdoms, great clans, and ancient forces."
The Ancient Elder answered calmly:
"That is why we guard them.
And why we honor the one who gave them."
The plaza slowly emptied.
But disbelief remained, trembling across every disciple's heart:
Three tons of mythic treasures…
brought home by their Ancient Elder…
as a simple gift.
The moment the Ancient Elder's silhouette vanished into the veils of distorted space, the Plum Blossom Sect was thrown into a storm of startled awe, frantic movement, and restrained celebration.
But after the thunder of shock came the calm urgency of duty.
For a single night, the Sect Master, elders, and artisans sat in council—poring over diagrams, debating formations, measuring terrains, and comparing blueprints.
What Kael had given them…
could not be left in the open world—not even for a breath.
And so the greatest construction in Plum Blossom Sect history began.
---
The Vault of the Quiet Star — Design Phase
The Ancient Elder stood before the chosen site: a hollow valley between two plum-blossom ridges where fog always drifted like parted silk.
He spread his hand, and three tons of mythic cargo flowed out of his spatial ring like a river of miracles.
Sacks of white golden rice.
Sacks of jet-black coffee beans.
Sealed crates of dried fruits, spirit-herbs, fire-salt, and star-moss.
Bundles of black-flame robes that glimmered like condensed night.
The Perfect Rejuvenation Scripture, floating in protective seals of crimson and silver.
The elders' jaws did not close for a full half-hour.
Then the Ancient Elder spoke, voice like a temple bell:
"Build a vault worthy of legend.
Not merely to keep thieves out,
but to keep calamity from ever finding it."
Immediately the Sect Master ordered:
Earth-shapers to carve the under-mountain chambers
Formation masters to lay layered spatial fog arrays
Metalworkers to melt lunar-iron beams
Architects to design corridors patterned after flowing plum petals
Scripture guardians to weave scripture-locking talismans
On the first day, the mountain cracked open.
On the second, the inner basin was hollowed.
On the third, star-steel ribs rose like the bones of a celestial beast.
On the seventh, the vault door—three meters thick and etched with a 108-petal plum—was set in place.
When it closed, it sounded like the world sealing its own heartbeat.
---
Tournament Preparations — The Fifteen Petal Summit
Even with the vault work underway, the sect could not afford to pause.
The Ancient Elder's returned presence had shaken the hierarchy of the region; sects would be sending their best, spies would send rumors, and rivals would probe for weakness.
Thus, the Ancient Elder declared:
"Prepare the Fifteen Petal Summit.
Only fifteen shall earn the right to represent the Plum Blossom."
What followed was an eruption of fervor across the sect:
Training fields burned all night with sword-light.
Outer disciples sprinted until their lungs turned raw.
Inner disciples meditated till dawn under plum blossoms heavy with frost.
Core disciples unleashed their true strength for the first time in years.
Elders reinstated forgotten battle arts, polishing them for demonstration.
The arena was rebuilt:
stone tiles reinforced with spirit-iron veins,
barrier arrays lifted like shimmering domes,
plum banners hung from every archway.
Once word spread that the Ancient Elder himself would choose the finalists, the entire sect entered a silent, trembling determination.
This was not merely a tournament.
It was a reshaping of destiny—
a chance for disciples to step into the light of a new era carved by a man who had arrived carrying three tons of mythic wonders.
And through it all, the Ancient Elder remained quiet, hands behind his back, observing.
"Kael… you have set a storm upon my doorstep."
He whispered this only to himself.
But he did not sound displeased.
No—he sounded alive.
"The Tournament of Fifteen Petals — Rewards Announced"
A week after the Ancient Elder's return, when plum blossoms fell like drifting snow, he stepped into the grand arena.
Tens of thousands of disciples held their breath.
With one raised hand, silence fell like a divine decree.
---
RULES — FAST AND MERCILESS
The Ancient Elder spoke:
"The Tournament of Fifteen Petals begins today."
"The rules are simple—
swift elimination.
No second chances.
Win and advance immediately.
Lose and step aside."
His voice was calm, yet sharp enough to cut the mountain winds.
"Fifteen shall remain.
Fifteen petals of glory."
---
THE REWARDS — MYTHS MADE REAL
With a solemn gesture, he opened his spatial ring.
A flood of radiance erupted—
white, gold, black, and starlit hues spilling across the arena floor.
Disciples gasped.
Some trembled.
Even elders stiffened.
Before them floated the treasures.
---
1. The Veiled Robes of Starlight
Robes woven from cosmic silk, shimmering with faint constellations.
Soft as drifting mist.
Light as breath.
Yet carrying the quiet weight of distant stars.
"These starlight robes hide presence, calm qi,
and allow the wearer to move as if walking through the heavens."
Gifted by the Azure Sect.
Crafted by a Black Flame Weaver whose threads were spun from dying suns.
Disciples nearly wept.
---
2. The Sword Born of a Death Star's Aura
Then the sword appeared.
A black blade wrapped in gravitational shadow.
Its presence alone made the platform tiles crack under pressure.
Merely looking at it made disciples' bones ache.
Spines bent.
Knees trembled.
Breaths shortened.
A core disciple whispered:
"It feels like the heavens are collapsing…"
The Ancient Elder nodded:
"This sword carries the aura of a dead star.
It trains the wielder simply by existing."
"Only one finalist will earn the right to wield it—
and train under the Azure Sect."
Madness swept the crowd.
---
3. Sacks of Heavenly Coffee Beans
He flicked his sleeve again.
A crate slowly opened itself—
and the scent hit the crowd like a warm tidal wave.
Rich.
Earthy.
Aroma so divine it warmed the marrow.
Coffee. Heavenly-grade.
Kael's personal cultivation blend.
The Ancient Elder declared:
"These beans are rare even in higher realms.
One cup can sharpen the mind and calm the heart."
Disciples moaned as if witnessing sacred scripture.
---
4. Celestial-Smoke Cigarettes
Then came another box—
this one wrapped in frost-like seals.
Inside were slim sticks sealed in silver parchment.
Not ordinary cigarettes.
But cultivation-grade celestial smokes—
each one forged with herbs that cleared meridians and soothed soul pressure.
The Ancient Elder spoke:
"These cigarettes steady circulation,
stimulate comprehension,
and allow one to meditate with clarity."
A ripple of disbelief ran through the arena.
Some disciples fainted.
---
THE FINAL DECREE
The Ancient Elder spread both arms, his voice filling every inch of heaven and earth:
"Fight with all that you are."
"Win—
and you earn starlight robes, celestial veils,
heavenly coffee,
cultivation cigarettes,
and the right to wield the Death Star Sword."
"Lose—
and watch your fate belong to another."
---
THE ARENA AWAKENS
He stomped once.
The ground trembled.
Stone rings rose like blooming petals.
Fifteen stages spiraled outward.
Barrier formations crackled like constellations.
The disciples roared.
The Tournament of Fifteen Petals had begun.
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The first elimination battles
The reaction to coffee and cigarettes becoming "holy treasures"
The Ancient Elder using the Death Star Sword aura to test disciples
Elders debating which disciples will take the fifteen slots
"Reactions to the Heavenly Coffee and Celestial Smoke"
The plaza fell silent after the Ancient Elder's words.
Not a single disciple dared breathe too loudly.
Not even a bird stirred among the frost-blossomed plum trees.
Then, slowly, murmurs began to ripple through the assembly.
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Whispers of Awe
A young disciple, barely a cultivator of mid-tier spiritual foundation, turned pale.
"Coffee…?!" he whispered, eyes wide.
"Heavenly-grade coffee… from Kael of Azure Peak… for cultivation?"
A senior disciple beside him shivered.
"Do you know what this means?" she said, voice trembling.
"One sip… can sharpen perception, open insight, even stabilize qi! And this is… freely given as a reward?"
Elders, normally composed and stern, exchanged glances.
Some of them even bowed slightly to the gifts, as if acknowledging a sacred relic.
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The Celestial-Smoke Revelation
Then the silver-sealed cigarettes were revealed.
A faint, spiritual scent drifted into the plaza—
sweet, earthy, and strangely invigorating.
A core disciple staggered back involuntarily, inhaling through sheer disbelief.
"C-Cultivation cigarettes…?!
They… they open meridians, steady the heart, soothe spirit…
And he is giving them to disciples as a reward?"
Another elder, usually stoic, shook a hand over his heart.
"I… I have never seen mortal or immortal-grade smokes like this.
Even the rarest of heaven-forged herbs cannot compare…"
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The Crowd's Emotional Tide
The disciples' reactions shifted from disbelief to murmured excitement:
Some were trembling at the mere thought of drinking the coffee, knowing their awareness could expand beyond their training.
Others were careful not to touch the cigarettes, in awe of the spiritual refinement imbued within them.
A few whispered with trembling lips:
"These are not mere rewards…
they are keys to comprehension.
Coffee to awaken the mind.
Smoke to steady the body.
Clarity and patience forged in gifts."
The air seemed to thrum with energy, as if the plaza itself recognized the mythic quality of these mundane acts—drinking and smoking now elevated to cultivation art.
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The Ancient Elder's Commentary
Standing tall, the Ancient Elder's eyes glimmered like black stars.
"Even the smallest comforts—coffee, smoke, simple food—can refine spirit.
Do not mistake them for trivialities.
Those who treat them lightly will never withstand the trials ahead."
He gestured toward the Death Star Sword, the starlight robes, the veils—
and the disciples understood:
"The cup of coffee, the cigarette… and the robe, and the sword…
All are threads of cultivation.
All are tools to measure heart, focus, and endurance."
---
Immediate Effect
Whispers became hums.
Tension became anticipation.
Every disciple, from lowly outer disciple to core powerhouse, felt the weight of these gifts:
The aroma of coffee seemed to awaken a hidden spark of insight.
The smoke's faint aura soothed nervous energy while sharpening resolve.
Even the combination—coffee, smoke, starlight garments, and the Death Star Sword—felt like stepping into a plane of instant comprehension and challenge.
A senior disciple muttered, eyes wide:
"This… this is madness…
Not a battle, not a test…
It is a forge… a crucible… a glimpse into the heavens themselves."
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The Sect's Murmurs
By the end of the announcement, every corner of the Plum Blossom Sect was abuzz:
"Who will be worthy?
Who can endure the sword?
Who dares sip the coffee or light the smoke?"
Even the elders whispered in awe:
"We have never seen such gifts.
We have never seen generosity so intertwined with cultivation…"
The arena pulsed softly under the morning sun.
The plum blossoms shimmered.
The air seemed alive, as if the very gifts had awakened the sect itself.
"The Debate Over the Black Starlight Robes"
The Heavenly Coffee had been inhaled, the Celestial-Smoke quietly revered, and the Death Star Sword's presence trembled faintly across the arena.
Yet all eyes soon turned to the starlight robes and veils, suspended in the arena's soft glow, as if the night sky itself had been folded into silk.
Even the plum petals, drifting on the wind, seemed to pause in reverence.
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Elders in Council
Sect Master Hua gathered the core elders.
Their robes whispered over the polished marble floor.
The ambient light fractured across their faces, highlighting expressions ranging from awe to suspicion.
Elder Lianyu broke the silence first:
"These robes… and the veils… are far too exquisite to be mere clothing."
He gestured toward the glimmering fabric.
"The very silk is spun from starlight.
Condensed cosmic energy.
Even one thread carries power beyond comprehension.
Yet… should we grant them to disciples as status symbols?"
Elder Meiling shook her head slowly:
"Not status.
They are symbols.
Symbols of endurance, of insight, of those who can thread their soul through trials without hesitation.
The cloth will not elevate the body—merely reflect the spirit of the wearer.
A disciple unworthy cannot carry its weight, even if their form remains unchanged."
---
The Philosophical Rift
Elder Tien, younger but sharp-eyed, interjected:
"Then why call them rewards at all?
Are we to mislead disciples?
Some will covet them for vanity rather than comprehension."
Sect Master Hua's gaze was steady.
"Vanity and comprehension are twins, ever entwined.
A symbol of starlight worn by one whose heart is pure will guide others, inspire discipline, and shape legacy.
Yet a symbol placed on the unworthy…
Will crumble their soul under its weight."
---
Disciples Observing
From their tiers, the disciples whispered among themselves:
"A symbol…?
A sign…?
Yet just looking at it…
I can feel my qi pulse differently."
Another nodded, voice low:
"Even without wearing it… it reminds us of what is demanded.
It is not a prize for arrogance.
It is a mirror of our endurance, our patience, and our comprehension."
---
Final Resolution Among Elders
After hours of debate, Sect Master Hua struck the marble floor once.
"It is decided.
The Black Starlight robes and veils shall serve as symbols—
not mere status, not trophies of vanity.
They shall signify one's passage through trial, one's communion with the rhythm of the sect,
and one's alignment with the ideals of the Plum Blossom Sect."
Elder Meiling added, softly:
"And may those who wear them understand their weight is not in thread or silk,
but in spirit, in endurance, and in comprehension of the universe itself."
---
Subtle Awe Among the Masses
Even as the debate ended, the disciples remained silent, awed:
No mere fabric could carry such presence.
No veil could hide its cosmic intent.
The cloth itself demanded reverence, respect, and discipline.
A young disciple whispered, almost to herself:
"It is not just a gift… it is a responsibility."
And in that soft murmur, the entire arena seemed to agree.
The Black Starlight robes and veils were more than rewards—they were an extension of the Plum Blossom Sect's soul, visible only to those capable of understanding.
The Plum Blossom Sect lay perched atop mist-shrouded cliffs, frost-blossomed plum trees swaying in the half-eclipsed sun.
Fifteen circular platforms hovered above the central courtyard, suspended by formation arrays humming faintly with life. Each platform tested perception, qi, and endurance.
Silver petals drifted through the air, turning the courtyard into a realm between dream and reality.
Among the spectators, a lone Azure Sect disciple stood atop a viewing terrace:
Linyue, Outer Sect Tactician, Seer of Strategic Threads (凌月·外门谋士·策线先知)
She had been sent to observe the tournament on behalf of her sect, reporting back on techniques, strategies, and lattice formations. Her sharp eyes swept over the platforms, noting patterns, energy flows, and the slightest shifts in the lattice arrays.
---
Contestants — Plum Blossom Sect Disciples (Full Titles)
1. Yueqing, Blade Strategist of the Plum Outer Gate, Seer of Shadowed Petals (月清·外门剑策·影瓣先知)
2. Ranhai, Guardian of the Azure Wall, Iron-Bound Spirit (冉海·碧墙守卫·铁灵)
3. Fenglan, Weaver of Spirit Qi, Threader of Hidden Currents (凤澜·灵气织手·暗流穿针)
4. Shanshi, Tracker of Terrains and Shifting Arrays, Observer of Silent Steps (山石·阵地追踪·幽步察者)
5. Meilin, Tactician of Outer Strategies, Eyes of the Lattice (梅林·外门谋士·格阵之眼)
The Plum Blossom disciples stepped onto the floating platforms, fully aware of the stakes. The arrays beneath their feet shimmered and tested their qi, reflexes, and perception.
---
The Battle Begins
A deep gong echoed across the courtyard.
The fifteen floating platforms pulsed with energy as the first elimination round ignited.
Yueqing moved fluidly, anticipating strikes while countering with precise blades.
Ranhai surged with raw power, forcing opponents to misstep under overwhelming force.
Fenglan subtly manipulated qi, destabilizing her foes' balance and creating openings.
Shanshi danced across platforms, exploiting terrain shifts and striking unpredictably.
Meilin calculated every step, exploiting micro-errors and timing counters flawlessly.
Linyue observed silently from the terrace, recording lattice responses, formation patterns, and opponent strategies. Every motion, every micro-step, every burst of energy was cataloged for the Azure Sect.
---
First Eliminations
A novice misjudged a leap, tumbling from a platform—eliminated instantly.
Another faltered under Ranhai's overwhelming strength—eliminated.
Yueqing's foresight and speed allowed her to avoid traps and counter effectively.
Fenglan's manipulation of qi caused a weaker disciple to misstep.
Meilin and Shanshi remained, attuned to the lattice, exploiting stage shifts and opponents' miscalculations.
By the end of the first round, seven disciples remained, the array beneath them pulsing with energy, their eyes sharp, and breathing controlled.
---
Elder Observations
Elder Lianyu leaned on his staff, voice calm but piercing:
"The petals have fallen. Strength alone is not enough. Comprehension, patience, precision—thread all three, or you will not survive the next bloom."
Sect Master Hua added:
"This tournament is a crucible. The worthy rise, the weak are pruned. Every step, every motion, every breath is measured."
Linyue's mind absorbed every detail, her notes cataloging formation behavior, disciple technique, and strategic patterns. She would return to the Azure Sect with invaluable insight.
The central courtyard of the Plum Blossom Sect lay bathed in fractured silver light. Frost-blossomed plum trees swayed gently, but the calm was deceptive. Hovering fifteen meters above the polished marble were fifteen floating platforms, each radiating faint pulses of lattice energy. The air itself vibrated with expectation.
A metallic gong rang through the courtyard, sharp and resonant, shivering across stone and petal alike. The lattice arrays surged, the floating platforms shuddering slightly as if awakening.
From her elevated terrace at the Azure Sect, Linyue, Outer Sect Tactician and Seer of Strategic Threads (凌月·外门谋士·策线先知), observed with unblinking eyes. Every shimmer of light, every ripple in the lattice, every disciple's movement was cataloged meticulously.
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The Contestants Step Forward
Yueqing, Blade Strategist of the Outer Gate, Seer of Shadowed Petals and Fractured Qi (月清·外门剑策·影瓣先知·破气洞察), moved with a dancer's grace, eyes scanning every platform, blades poised to strike.
Shanshi, Tracker of Terrains and Shifting Arrays, Observer of Silent Steps and Echo of Shadows (山石·阵地追踪·幽步察者·影之回声), stepped lightly, each movement in perfect rhythm with the lattice tremors beneath her feet.
Meilin, Tactician of Outer Strategies, Eyes of the Lattice and Mind's Thread Navigator (梅林·外门谋士·格阵之眼·心线导航), studied patterns, calculating each platform's shift, ready to exploit micro-errors.
Lianhua, Spirit Warder of the Plum Blossom Courtyard, Shadowed Qi Blade and Frostfall Sentinel (莲华·庭院灵卫·暗气之刃·霜落守护), gripped her Spirit Qi Blade, letting her energy flow in sync with the lattice pulses.
They all rose onto their designated platforms, the lattice humming in anticipation, almost sentient, testing their awareness, speed, and qi synchronization.
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The Lattice Awakens
The Bigshot arrays surged violently. Platforms shifted unpredictably, rising, tilting, colliding softly yet dangerously. Silver petals swirled into the air like shards of frozen light. Qi pulses radiated through the courtyard, testing reflexes and timing.
Yueqing leapt with precision, blades slicing air currents that shimmered with lattice energy.
Shanshi moved along the edge of a tilting platform, turning momentum into opportunity, barely avoiding the lattice's probing energy spikes.
Meilin adjusted her stance, ready to pivot at a microsecond's notice, eyes tracking subtle shifts in platform orientation.
Lianhua flexed her Spirit Qi Blade, letting rippling shadows of energy anticipate the lattice's next movements.
The courtyard seemed alive. Even breath and heartbeat mattered. A single lapse could mean elimination.
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Opening Commentary — Elders and Observation
Elder Lianyu watched from the courtyard's edge, voice calm but cutting:
"Bigshot tests not just strength, but mind, body, and spirit. One misstep, one hesitation, and the lattice claims you. Observe closely, for survival requires harmony with the arrays themselves."
Sect Master Hua, standing nearby, added:
"Silver petals fall for those who falter. Only those who perceive, adapt, and flow with the lattice may proceed. Let the second phase begin."
---
The metallic gong faded, replaced by the hum of the lattice and the swirling of silver petals.
All four disciples tensed, ready to leap, strike, and react, knowing the Bigshot stage would demand every ounce of skill, speed, and comprehension they possessed.
Above it all, Linyue observed, cataloging every micro-step, every qi pulse, and every lattice interaction, preparing Azure Sect strategies for generations to come.
The second phase of the tournament had officially begun.
The Plum Blossom Sect courtyard lay beneath fractured silver sunlight. Frost-blossomed plum trees swayed, petals drifting like shards of frozen starlight. Hovering fifteen meters above the polished marble were fifteen floating platforms, each pulsing faintly with lattice energy.
A metallic gong rang sharply, echoing across terraces and stone. The lattice arrays awakened, vibrating as if sentient, probing for weakness, hesitation, and focus.
Above the courtyard, Linyue, Outer Sect Tactician and Seer of Strategic Threads (凌月·外门谋士·策线先知), watched from the Azure Sect terrace, her eyes cataloging every movement, every ripple in the lattice, every subtle pulse of qi.
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Contestants — Mythic Titles
1. Yueqing, Blade Strategist of the Outer Gate, Seer of Shadowed Petals and Fractured Qi (月清·外门剑策·影瓣先知·破气洞察)
2. Shanshi, Tracker of Terrains and Shifting Arrays, Observer of Silent Steps and Echo of Shadows (山石·阵地追踪·幽步察者·影之回声)
3. Meilin, Tactician of Outer Strategies, Eyes of the Lattice and Mind's Thread Navigator (梅林·外门谋士·格阵之眼·心线导航)
4. Lianhua, Spirit Warder of the Plum Blossom Courtyard, Shadowed Qi Blade and Frostfall Sentinel (莲华·庭院灵卫·暗气之刃·霜落守护)
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The Battle Begins
The lattice surged violently. Platforms tilted, rose, and shifted unpredictably. Silver petals whipped through the air, blinding and disorienting.
Yueqing launched forward with blades slicing air currents, each strike synchronized with micro-shifts of the lattice.
Shanshi danced across tilting platforms, turning momentum into deadly leverage, barely avoiding surging qi spikes.
Meilin adjusted her stance, calculating microseconds between platform tilts, ready to exploit flaws in timing.
Lianhua released a Spirit Qi Blade strike, shadows trailing like frozen starlight, probing her opponents' reactions.
The lattice arrays pulsed as if alive—every hesitation, every careless motion would be punished. The courtyard itself seemed to measure each disciple, threading patience, focus, and perception into survival.
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Opening Moves & First Eliminations
Lianhua misjudged a sudden tilt while striking at Yueqing, her platform shifted violently. She barely caught the edge but stumbled, qi faltering—eliminated.
Shanshi overextended trying to dodge Meilin's precision strike, stepping onto an unstable platform—eliminated.
Remaining on the Bigshot stage:
Yueqing
Meilin
Both now stood poised, eyes locked, fully synchronized with the lattice arrays, aware that every micro-step, every qi pulse, and every platform tilt could decide the outcome.
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Elder Commentary
Elder Lianyu:
"Bigshot tests perception, adaptability, and mastery of lattice flow. Strength alone will not save you—only those who thread mind, body, and qi perfectly may survive."
Sect Master Hua:
"Silver petals fall for hesitation. Only the sharpest, the most precise, will endure to the next stage. Observe closely."
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Linyue's Observation
From the Azure Sect terrace:
"Yueqing and Meilin are threading body and qi with lattice rhythm. Micro-adjustments, predictive strikes… only such precision allows survival. The lattice is more than an obstacle—it is a teacher."
Her mental notes would serve as tactical blueprints for the Azure Sect, cataloging movements, platform shifts, and lattice response patterns for generations.
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The second phase of the tournament had officially begun, the final two contestants poised for the next extreme test, every breath, every step, every strike under the unforgiving gaze of the lattice arrays.
The courtyard's floating platforms quivered violently, silver petals swirling in gusts of lattice energy. Platforms rose, tilted, and collided lightly, their surfaces humming with qi. Each movement felt like stepping on living marble, the lattice arrays probing reflexes, perception, and comprehension.
Yueqing, Blade Strategist of the Outer Gate, adjusted stance, blades shimmering like frozen starlight. He invoked the "Shadowed Petal Slash" (影瓣斩), a signature Plum Blossom Sect technique designed to thread blade strikes through shifting platforms and lattice currents, each strike measuring not only distance but rhythm.
Meilin, Tactician of Outer Strategies, countered with "Fractured Lotus Qi Veil" (破莲气幕), forming a lattice-reflective barrier around her, redirecting ambient qi currents and deflecting Yueqing's strikes while simultaneously analyzing his footwork.
The clash began:
Yueqing's first strike was a diagonal slash, following the tilt of his platform, sending a rippling qi shock that caused nearby petals to fracture into glowing shards.
Meilin pivoted mid-air, stepping lightly onto an adjacent platform, her Fractured Lotus Veil absorbing the residual energy. With a flick of her wrist, a thread of crimson qi shot forward, slicing through the lattice currents toward Yueqing's flank.
The platforms shifted beneath their feet: one tilted sharply, another rose unexpectedly. The lattice arrays reacted to their qi signatures, forming subtle energy spikes that tested their timing. Yueqing launched "Petal-Shadow Dance (瓣影舞)", a series of five rapid slashes that flowed with the lattice rhythm. Each slash aligned precisely with shifting platforms, forcing Meilin to leap and pivot continuously.
Meilin's response was equally precise: "Lattice Fracture Step (阵裂步)", a movement technique that allowed her to step in non-linear patterns, almost phasing over dangerous tilts while threading her qi into micro-currents for explosive counterstrikes. She sent a shimmering lotus of ice-petals spinning toward Yueqing, each petal vibrating with lattice energy.
The clash intensified:
Platforms collided under their force, silver petals whipped violently, qi arcs sparking as blades and techniques collided mid-air.
Yueqing channeled "Shadowed Petal Convergence (影瓣会聚)", synchronizing body, blade, and lattice flow to amplify both speed and precision. His blade strikes now cut through qi ripples themselves, forcing Meilin to expend extraordinary focus to defend.
Meilin countered with "Fractured Lotus Spiral (破莲旋)", twirling through the lattice, her barrier dispersing shockwaves and redirecting small energy shards toward Yueqing.
Petals and lattice energy collided like storming snow and lightning, the air thick with shimmering arcs of qi. Each micro-step, each breath, each pivot determined survival. The observers—Linyue from the Azure Sect and Plum Blossom elders—watched with rapt attention, noting how the lattice itself responded to disciple mastery.
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Peak Detail — Plum Blossom Techniques in Play
Yueqing:
Shadowed Petal Slash: strikes synchronized with lattice shifts
Petal-Shadow Dance: multi-directional rapid slashes flowing with platform tilt
Shadowed Petal Convergence: peak synthesis of blade, qi, and lattice rhythm
Meilin:
Fractured Lotus Qi Veil: adaptive barrier redirecting lattice energy
Lattice Fracture Step: unpredictable platform navigation
Fractured Lotus Spiral: defensive and offensive spiral technique using lattice currents
Each strike, pivot, and qi burst reshaped the lattice environment, tilting platforms slightly, sending petals scattering, and testing anticipation and adaptability.
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Tactical Notes from Azure Sect Observation — Linyue
"Yueqing aligns blade with lattice energy, reading currents as if they were extensions of his body. Meilin's tactics prioritize prediction and adaptive barriers, exploiting micro-errors. Both are threading body, mind, and qi in perfect harmony. Any lapse, any hesitation, and the lattice will claim them."
Even as the battle unfolded, Silver Petal Endurance glimmered in the air as an unspoken reward, the lattice arrays measuring every micro-movement, every thread of qi, every decision.
The stage had reached peak intensity, platforms tilting unpredictably, lattice spikes surging, silver petals dancing chaotically, and both disciples weaving Plum Blossom techniques in their purest, most refined form.
The air shimmered with qi distortion, silver petals whipping in fractal patterns around the floating platforms. Every platform trembled and tilted unpredictably, forcing Yueqing and Meilin to constantly adjust, leaping and pivoting as if dancing on invisible threads. The lattice beneath them pulsed like a sentient entity, probing for hesitation or misalignment.
Yueqing's Shadowed Petal Slash struck first—a diagonal, multi-layered cut timed perfectly with a platform tilt. Each blade arc rippled through the lattice, sending micro-shocks that destabilized nearby platforms. Meilin responded immediately with Fractured Lotus Qi Veil, a shimmering barrier that absorbed the kinetic energy, refracting some of it into tiny shards of ice-petal qi aimed directly at Yueqing's side.
He leapt sideways, narrowly avoiding the shards. The lattice responded instantly, shifting two platforms beneath his feet. Yueqing launched into Petal-Shadow Dance, a rapid five-strike technique, each slash flowing with the lattice's pulse. The wind of his blades scattered petals violently, sending glimmering trails across the courtyard like streaks of starlight.
Meilin's Lattice Fracture Step activated, a micro-step technique that let her flow between platforms in non-linear patterns, almost phasing over unstable tilts. She unleashed Fractured Lotus Spiral, a twirling offensive barrier of qi petals, deflecting incoming strikes while sending lattice-energy bursts toward Yueqing's flank.
The courtyard itself seemed alive:
Platforms tilted violently under each strike.
Lattice spikes erupted like miniature lightning storms, testing timing and precision.
Silver petals fractured mid-air, spinning like shards of frozen light.
Yueqing adapted instantly, sensing the lattice's pulse through his feet. With a perfectly timed Shadowed Petal Convergence, he amplified blade speed, qi output, and lattice synchronization. His five slashes collided with Meilin's spiraling barrier, creating explosive arcs of silver light and qi sparks, lighting the air with each collision.
Meilin countered with subtle adjustments—tilting her torso, pivoting on the balls of her feet, and threading micro-bursts of qi to redirect force. Her veil absorbed some of the energy, but each clash left residual lattice tremors, tilting nearby platforms and forcing both to readjust continuously.
The battle became a blurring storm of movement:
Qi pulses flickered across their bodies, limbs leaving trails of luminescent energy.
Platforms collided and shifted, petals scattered, and shards of lattice energy cut through the air.
Every strike, every parry, every pivot tested perception, precision, and harmony with the lattice.
Above it all, Linyue observed from Azure Sect. Her eyes recorded every motion:
"The lattice responds to both attack and defense. Yueqing threads offensive precision, Meilin threads predictive adaptation. Both are maintaining perfect synchronization with the platform shifts and petal flow. A single hesitation, a single misalignment, will result in elimination."
Even breaths were measured. Even micro-delays in muscle contraction or foot placement could trigger platform collapse or lattice backlash. Both disciples moved like extensions of the lattice itself—a perfect dance of qi, body, and environmental awareness, each aware that one mistake would mean instant elimination.
The battle had reached apex intensity:
Blades clashed, petals exploded, lattice spikes shot unpredictably.
Platforms tilted dangerously, forcing split-second leaps and mid-air corrections.
Qi currents intertwined, creating miniature storms of silver and crimson light.
The Bigshot Stage was no longer a simple contest of skill—it had become a living test of mind, body, and soul, a Plum Blossom crucible of perception, speed, and lattice mastery.
The courtyard of the Plum Blossom Sect was a whirl of lattice energy and fractured silver light. Floating platforms quivered violently, and petals of frost-blossomed plum trees whirled like frozen starlight, fragments of qi shimmering in the air.
Yueqing, Blade Strategist of the Outer Gate, moved with perfect fluidity, blades threading through air and lattice pulses, every micro-step synchronized with the unstable platforms.
Meilin, Tactician of Outer Strategies, countered with flawless calculation, using Fractured Lotus Spiral to absorb and redirect lattice energy while evading strikes. The battle had reached apex intensity, each strike, pivot, and leap threatening elimination.
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Climactic Moment — Elimination
Platforms tilted suddenly under Meilin's flank, a lattice surge testing balance and precision.
Yueqing's Shadowed Petal Convergence struck with exact timing, blades cutting through qi currents that supported the platforms.
Meilin stumbled as the lattice arrays pulsed violently beneath her feet, qi destabilizing her barrier.
With a final, precise tilt of the lattice-controlled platform, Meilin lost footing and qi control simultaneously, tumbling from the Bigshot stage.
First elimination of the Bigshot Stage was complete. Silence swept across the courtyard.
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Victory & Recognition
The lattice arrays stabilized. Platforms hovered steadily, silver petals drifting slowly to the polished black-veined marble below.
Elder Lianyu stepped forward, voice calm but resonant:
"The Bigshot stage concludes. Only one disciple remains—the one who has fully synchronized body, mind, and lattice rhythm. Yueqing, your mastery of Plum Blossom techniques and lattice synchronization earns you recognition."
Title Awarded: Petal-Forged Lattice Adept (瓣炼阵师)
Achievement: Silver Petal Endurance (银瓣承试)
The remaining disciples, including observers from the Azure Sect, bowed in acknowledgment, impressed by the precision, strategy, and mastery displayed. The lattice arrays pulsed faintly, almost as if acknowledging Yueqing's harmony and control.
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Aftermath
Platforms and lattice arrays returned to calm, gentle hums.
Silver petals drifted to rest across the courtyard.
Yueqing stood tall, blades sheathed, victorious in the second phase, his movements still perfectly aligned with the lattice rhythm.
Observers cataloged every detail, preparing for the next phase of the tournament, where ultimate skill and strategy would once again be tested.
The second phase of the tournament was officially complete, leaving Yueqing as the central victor and the Plum Blossom Sect elders preparing for the final, climactic phase.
The Plum Blossom Sect's central courtyard had transformed into a grand arena. Thirty floating platforms hovered above black-veined marble, each platform carefully aligned with lattice arrays humming faintly beneath. Frost-blossomed petals drifted in slow arcs, silver light fractured across the courtyard as if the lattice itself were watching, measuring, judging.
Elder Lianyu stood upon the central dais, robes flowing like liquid shadow. His voice carried clearly over the courtyard:
"The last phase begins. Thirty against thirty, yet your battles shall unfold as one-on-one duels. Each combatant shall face a single opponent on a designated platform. Victory is decisive; elimination is absolute. Observe the lattice, thread your qi, and move with clarity. Only one shall claim the remaining tournament slot."
He paused, letting his gaze sweep across the assembled disciples. Titles, accomplishments, and aura flared in the light:
Yueqing, Petal-Forged Lattice Adept, already a Phase 2 victor, stood poised, blades sheathed yet humming with qi energy.
Challengers bore titles like Spirit Warder, Shadow Strategist, Blade Adept, Lattice Navigator, and Qi Channeler, each a master of unique Plum Blossom techniques.
"Platforms are unstable. Lattice arrays are alive. A single misstep, a single hesitation, will decide your fate. Step forward."
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Duel Assignments
One by one, pairs were called to their platforms:
1. Platform 1: Yueqing vs. Jianshu, Blade Adept of Outer Gate.
2. Platform 2: Spirit Warder Huaying vs. Shadow Strategist Xianrui.
3. Platform 3: Qi Channeler Lianxue vs. Blade Adept Fengwei.
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All thirty matchups were arranged, each 1v1, ensuring clarity, tension, and maximum focus on individual technique.
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Battle Commencement
A resonant gong rang, vibrating through marble and petals alike. Platforms trembled, lattice currents surged, and the frost-blossomed petals were lifted into a whirlwind. Each duel began simultaneously, yet each combatant remained focused solely on their designated opponent.
Platform 1: Yueqing drew blades in perfect alignment with the lattice, launching Shadowed Petal Convergence, a flurry of strikes timed to the micro-tilt of the platform. Jianshu countered with Bladed Lotus Cyclone, each slash threading qi through the lattice to destabilize Yueqing's footing.
Platform 2: Huaying's Spirit Wave Barrage clashed against Xianrui's Shadowed Step Illusions, lattice energy amplifying every strike, every dodge, petals scattering with the force of collision.
Platform 3: Lianxue channeled qi through the lattice, manipulating platform momentum to topple Fengwei. But Fengwei's Fractured Blade Flow anticipated the lattice shifts, countering with precise, fluid parries.
Every duel showcased Plum Blossom techniques at peak mastery, while the lattice arrays subtly tested perception, balance, and qi control. Platforms tilted, qi pulses surged, petals shredded midair—all elements interacting with perfect complexity.
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Battle Atmosphere
Even though all thirty duels unfolded simultaneously:
Each platform was its own stage, the lattice arrays creating unique hazards for each duel.
Petals, qi currents, and micro-platform tilts forced constant adaptation.
Victory required perfect synchronization with lattice, environment, and opponent's movements.
The crowd observed in tense silence, aware that every duel was decisive, and even Phase 2 champions were not guaranteed success.