Inside a tall and grand tower located in a certain mage sect, a conference was going on in full swing, the attendees were all exclusive people who held an important standing in the sect, were the seniors with gray hair, fine lines and wrinkles. Their cheeks were slightly sunken, their faces were serious, and they submerged themselves in discussion without a care for their surroundings.

"How's the child?"

“It has lived up to our expectations, that child grows up perfectly without any difficulty, at a young age, he is already a precious little jewel. In the future, he will definitely become a genius with outstanding talent, powerful spiritual energy and amazing swordsmanship."

“So what are we waiting for? It has also been five years since that great disaster ended and the day that the child was born. There’s no mistake! This is definitely the person we're looking for. A child that was born and raised in an intellectual family, knowledgeable in etiquette and well-versed in all kinds of arts, his face exudes excellent, unmatched temperament at a glance, and also possesses the remarkable core qualities. His presence is too prominent and stands out from the rest of the children around his age, if we kept on waiting for any longer, someone else would come and snatch him away from us."

"Yes. Although we have distracted the other big sects, even kept the family under our protection and concealed their whereabouts from the rest of the world, the past five years have not been easy and even though we managed to get through until now, I'm afraid it won't last much longer."

"That’s right. The child has started to show his growth spurt, he is definitely curious to learn and socialize more with the outside world. Let's just pick him up to our sect for education first, and later when the child becomes a saint and saves the world, our sect will get our reputation.

Maybe thanks to that, we will have a lot more future disciples coming under our care, our dream of becoming the biggest sect in the cultivator world will no longer be a fantasy. Moreover, with the presence of this child in our sect, we can also create a firm foothold, an insatiable precedent, and our children in the sect will be blessed to achieve further in their profession."

"Then it’s decided! This cannot go on any longer. Hurry and take the child in under our care. We have wasted his five years of training, who can guess when the next disaster will repeat itself the second time. If by then the child was only ten years old and having to confront such horrendous incident, with his body and mind not fully developed yet, his spiritual core were premature, his martial arts skill was lacking, and swordsmanship was amateur, then no matter how great his foundation were, he couldn't possibly save himself, let alone posterity."

The Head of the sect listened intently to their suggestions, calmly stroked his white, long beard, thought for a while, and finally gave out his final words of approval.

"Then let us proceed as discussed!"

The order carried out as quickly as fire went after the behind. A bunch of people were quickly dispatched to the whereabouts of the child who was destined to save posterity.

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The uphill mansion was very spacious with a garden and a yard, which was always under attentive care of the servants, maintaining its cleanliness and refreshing. The landscape was peaceful; the wind was gently swaying once in a while, and the fragrant flowers were blooming in the sun. It was such a charming and pleasing sight that melted people’s hearts and put them in the perspective of gaining an affection for the owner of this place.

The mages quickly presented their names to one of the servants, and in less than five minutes, someone had come back and respectfully invited them into the main house.

On the way in, they by chance came across a martial arts field, this place was spacious, peaceful and airy, on which there was only the silhouette of a child who was passionately practicing his swordsmanship alone. In his hand was not a sword, rather a dry branch fallen off of a tree, even then he was able to produce such powerful, methodical while maintaining gentle flowing movements, resembling a lissome harmless thread which could give you a serious cut. It was indeed some of the most beautiful dance style martial arts moves.

The spectators could not help but admire in silence and wish to get close to the child.

After the moves came to an end, the child raised his branch up in the air, slashed at the ground, and created a trench so deep that dirt built up into two banks on either side, showcasing his unexplored billowing strength.

The child was really immersed in its practice, but with the staring and huge applause many people gave him, it immediately gained his attention. He stopped all his movements, put on a friendly smile, and quickly ran to where those mages were standing, speaking excitedly with an angel voice.

“Are you all coming to visit me again? Did you see me practicing the move just now?"

Seeing such an innocent and pretty child who was also extremely friendly and understanding, how could anyone ignore his presence. They looked at this child with more affection than their own, proudly patting the child's head and giving praises.

“Very good! Very good indeed! How talented you small child are; at a very young age, you have already mastered martial arts moves that eleven or twelve-year-olds have only just begun to learn. And here I thought I was standing inside a heavenly scenery while watching a once in a lifetime performance, as beautiful as spring blossoms and as smooth as a gently flowing stream. Truly admirable!”

The child heard the words of encouragement, his face suddenly lit up like the morning sunshine and like the fresh spring air. He immediately ran to flex to his mother while these mages also followed him from behind.

The child's mother was informed of the mages’ visit, she immediately put on a short-noticed make-up and then ran out to welcome the guests, didn’t dare to let them wait for long. The mistress or the owner of the mansion was still in her blossoming youth, as she was wearing a beautiful, loving dress with her hair neatly groomed, from just one glance, anyone could mistake her for a gorgeous deity descended to earth from heaven. What other people pay greatly respect to her was also her calm, gentle and intellectual demeanor.

After greeting her important guests, she knelt down and hugged her beloved son in her arms to give him some instructions not to displease their guests. But then, she immediately discovered that there was something missing on him, she asked with a slight frown face.

"Son, where's the jade pendant?"

The child, in contrast to his mother's reaction, replied softly.

"I was just practicing martial arts a second ago, I was afraid that if there was a collision during the training, the jade pendant could be affected and damaged, so I took it off and put it in a safe place, you don't have to worry, it's definitely not lost."

When the mistress heard that, she let out a sign of relief.

"That’s alright now. You kid! You really did give me a fright back then."