That day, the innocent child was too little to understand whether it was wrong or right to be sent away for his practicing cultivation without his or his mother's approval; all he could hear were pleasant parables from those senior cultivators, and he immediately became delighted. He eagerly followed that group of people to a high mountain range, which was not far away, but the terrain was steep with mountains and woods, the path was complicated, and it would be very difficult for a child to run around on his own or return home without adult companionship; in other words, if those adults were unwilling to allow the child to return home, the youngster would never be able to do so.

The child did not get to see his mother for the last time, nor did he get to say goodbye. Instead, he composed a farewell letter, requesting someone to deliver it to his mother at home to reassure her, and stated his intention to get stronger, even pledging that when he returned in the future, he would undoubtedly be a man of heaven and earth and making his mother proud.

On that day, the child who just walked to the big stone gate was greeted by a large crowd gathered in front of the yard. The child did not expect that he himself would be so welcome, and all he could do was smile happily.

The room he was arranged to live in was located in an open space, which was neither located inside the disciple's dorm area nor did it require a roommate. It had been built especially for him, fully secluded in a grand and ideal location, so that he had all the room for himself. As soon as he arrived, a group of servants ran over, greeting him cheerfully and professing to be his most devoted servant, quickly offered him water and some light snacks, believing that he had traveled all the way here and must be quite hungry and fatigued.

The elder and others witnessed the servants' dedication and immediately felt at ease in their hearts. They turned to the child and said.

“From now on, these people will serve and assist you with your daily chores. If you need anything, just tell them, don't be shy about it, alright?"

The child simply obediently nodded, making the elders once again feel delighted. They turned around as usual to give the last instruction to the servants.

“You have to take good care of him. If something goes wrong, punishments will not be dismissed!"

“We already acknowledge. Please rest assured senior cultivators. To be able to serve the young master is a great honor of ours, how can we dare fail our mission."

These elders nodded satisfied, and returned to talk to the child.

"Binh An. We will take you on a tour of your current accommodation. Later on, when the time comes, these servants will help prepare you for a proper appearance, and then they will assist you to the Great Hall. Today, we have a large party waiting.”

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"Is there something important going on today that I'm not aware of, sir senior? It would be impolite if I did not bring a gift." The toddler inquired politely.

The seniors couldn't help but be moved; one reached his hand to gently brush the child's cheek, as if a mother was coaxing a child.

"This silly little child!" Isn't today the first day of your cultivation journey with us? Of course, such a momentous occasion must be celebrated..."

"...and besides...even if we had an event today, you just arrived yourself without any knowledge about our sect, so how can we ask for your gift, that would be rude on our side."

The crowd behind them responded enthusiastically.

“Elder is right! Not to mention, aren't you our present yourself?"

The child giggled, as if a loving embrace encircled everyone's heart.

After the senior left him with the servants, they began meticulously preparing him down to the last strand of hair. The bath water must be the proper temperature. The bath water must be at the right temperature, not too hot, not too cold; and the clothes must be of the highest quality and most colorful fabrics, allowing them to be worn on the skin without causing friction, as well as protecting the body from the harsh weather caused by the high altitude. The hair was perfectly held back, and a crisp patterned thread was crossed across the brow, revealing the beautiful physique.

After all the preparations had been completed, the party started. The lights shone for hundreds of miles; the sound was alive and excited, there were more than a hundred people outside the hall and there were more than a hundred banquet tables counted, the food and drink was filled to the top. And with the child's presence, like a deity descending to Earth, made the party more brilliant and magnificent.

Standing in the center of the big hall, the child, dressed in red and gold thread as clothing detail, was presented with a beautiful and formidable sword by the sect's head himself. It was made of the most precious materials, held the essence of heaven and earth, and had its own soul. An incredibly valuable treasure, not everyone who wants to touch it can, and not everyone who wants to look at it can. This treasure was still waiting for a worthy owner, now, when placed into Binh An's hands, it radiated an incredible brilliant light that made others go "aw" in adoration and admiration.

That child, who was only about to turn six years old, who could only practice martial arts with a large dry branch in the mansion practice grounds, now firmly held in his hand a real sword, which the child had never witnessed firsthand. The blade was more than half his weight, yet the child was so adept that it seemed as if the sword had been forged just for him.

The child did not hesitate, standing in the middle of the hall, in full view of everyone, wielding and dancing with the beautiful sharp sword, making people fall in love and want to watch all day.

At the end of the performance, the child landed from the middle of the air as light as a feather, brazenly valiant, excellent natural skill and amazing swordsmanship which exudes tremendous spiritual strength. He rose up from the ground, with a proud face and his chest puffed out, in response to the enthusiastic response of everyone around him, who had already determined that he was the world's saint.

After a busy day, he returned to his room with the weariness quickly overtaking him, a normal five-year-old child would have fallen asleep long ago. Binh An still clutched the sword in his tiny little arms. Until he completely fell asleep, his smile still lingered on his lips.