Yun Bei Fen didn’t miss out on any of the other fights Mei Chao Bing fought. In fact, he didn’t even miss out on the breaks that were being taken between the fights. Every time Mei Chao Bing stepped down from the stage, Zhi Guan would somehow appear, pick Yun Bei Fen up and carry him to where the disciples waited for the next round. With this treatment, Yun Bei Fen could observe what Mei Chao Bing did in the competition almost every second up until the last round in the following week.
Finally, a wide stage rose in the middle of the venue for the competition one last time. All the disciples of the Teng Yong Sect, as well as the guests, gathered around the stage. As for the competitors for this round … The first to jump up onto the stage was none other than Mei Chao Bing. Continue reading
This time Yun Bei Fen didn’t run into any of his senior martial brothers. Unfortunately, he didn’t find Mei Chao Bing either. He stopped in the middle of the venue and sighed. Had he really lost senior martial brother Mei? Ah, how could this have happened? Everything had been going so well before … What a pity!
Yun Bei Fen lowered his head and sniffled. He had wanted to see all of his senior martial brother’s fights. Now he had only seen the first one and missed all the others. This was so unfair! And only because he was so small that he wasn’t able to find senior martial brother Mei in the crowd! He should have made sure to grow some more before this competition! Continue reading
Yun Bei Fen didn’t understand the tumult around him but he didn’t care too much either. It seemed his third senior martial brother had managed to win with his secret technique. Their Master should be very happy! In that case …
Yun Bei Fen turned around and continued onward to find Mei Chao Bing. He didn’t want to miss out on his other fights. No, his Master had said he should watch all of them so it was important to find him fast!
Yun Bei Fen weaved around between the spectating disciples and glanced up at all the stages to see if his senior martial brother Mei was already on there. Finally, he found himself in front of a stage where somebody was fighting that he knew very well. Unfortunately, it wasn’t Mei Chao Bing either.
Yun Bei Fen’s expression fell but since the person up there was his second senior martial brother, he stopped for a moment and watched.
Right now, Yan Hong Min was jumping around a cultivator in a red robe, trying to stick a paper talisman onto his back. Unfortunately, that cultivator wasn’t any slower than him. He whirled around, his sword cut through the air and almost cut Yan Hong Min’s shoulder.
The sight up on the stage was really something different. The cultivator opposite Luo Lin was wearing a sedate green robe and had bound his hair with a simple green ribbon, making him look a lot like a scholar. Not even the fact that he was holding a sword in his hand could disturb this scholarly appearance.
Yun Bei Fen tilted his head. There was one thing he found rather strange about this cultivator though. He turned to the person next to him who happened to be one of the white-clad cultivators from their Teng Yong Sect and tugged at his sleeve. “Senior martial brother, what happened to that brother’s face? Why is there blood on it? Did my third senior martial brother hurt him very much?”
The senior martial brother didn’t even look to Yun Bei Fen and instead fixated the two people on top of the stage. “Uh, that … might be.”
“Then why does it look as if my third senior martial brother is only running away?” Yun Bei Fen blinked and watched how Luo Lin escaped yet another slash of that sword.
Yun Bei Fen excitedly waited for the Elders to sound the gong. Finally, the first round of the competition of the Northern Gate began.
With a few martial brothers and sisters he knew and the little disciple of Elder Baili as his audience, Mei Chao Bing pounced on his opponent. He took out his sword mid-flight, earning himself the admiring outcries of a few junior martial sisters.
Yun Bei Fen looked up at the girls, then looked to Mei Chao Bing. Mn, right! He also yelled, making sure that his senior martial brother Mei knew he also thought he was awesome.
Mei Chao Bing didn’t have much time to wonder about Yun Bei Fen’s strange behavior. Sect Master Zhang arrived at the venue, making all the disciples fall silent. Even the Elders that had brought the disciples from the other sects over, turned toward him and cupped their fists.
Zhang Guan Yu smiled and took his place at the top of the stand, looking over this year’s participants. “Welcome to the competition of the Northern Gate. I won’t waste much of your time. The rules are just as in every other year: The participating disciples will be organized in pairs by drawing lots. The respective winner of a fight will advance to the next round. Today, the first three rounds will be fought. The fourth to sixth round with one day between them each and the last round after another three days’ time. Now, let’s commence with the drawing of the lots.” He motioned to two Elders standing to the side.
Yun Bei Fen followed his Master and his three senior martial brothers to the venue of the competition. When he had come to the sect he had seen the inner sect competition that would determine who could advance to the inner sect. But that was nothing in comparison to the competition of the Northern Gate.
The whole valley swarmed with cultivators dressed in robes of all different colors, carrying different types of weapons. Yun Bei Fen curiously looked around but soon enough, he focused on the people in their Teng Yong Sect’s white robes. Where was senior martial brother Mei?
Elder Baili looked at his four disciples gravely. It was days like today where he felt it would have been better to have at least one that was a little more normal. Well, he couldn’t exchange for better ones anyway so he’d have to make do with these ones. At the very least, Zhi Guan might win some honor for him.
He cleared his throat and turned to Yun Bei Fen. “Listen well now, Fen’er: Every five years, the righteous sects hold a competition among their young talents at one of the gates of the world. Our Teng Yong Sect is precisely the Northern Gate that the Black Warrior presides over. And today is the day when the competition will be held at our sect grounds.” Continue reading
Yun Bei Fen ran down the hill and stopped. He looked back up again and blinked his eyes before looking in the direction of his Master’s peak. He finally knew what he had to find out about senior martial brother Mei but … who could he ask for the answers? His first and second senior martial brother weren’t there and his third senior martial brother was busy with his owl. Ah, maybe third senior martial brother had already finished?
He ran over to his house and listened. This time nothing could be heard. Yun Bei Fen beamed and knocked on the door. Continue reading
When Yun Bei Fen arrived at Elder Rong’s peak, he found the martial sisters gathered on top of a hill, cheering. Yun Bei Fen tilted his head. It seemed senior martial sister Zhang was having a match again!
He hurried up the hill and wormed his way through the wall of senior martial sisters until he could see the two people fighting. This time senior martial sister Zhang was winning against one of her martial brothers who studied under the same Master. Yun Bei Fen pondered and finally remembered that this had to be the eighth disciple of Elder Rong. He seemed to be called Pu … or Bu … something. Continue reading