Lee Xian, Cultivator of Guyon

Arrival at the Golden Palace

The sky met with a crimson orange as Xian stepped closer to the majestic gate of the Golden Palace. The light of the twilight sun highlighted the details of the dragon and phoenix carvings that adorned the gate, creating a dazzling shadow effect. Breezy wind blew, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms that were springing up around the palace.

As a young village man who had just first come to the center of martial politics, Xian's heartbeat thumped. He sighed, inhaled fresh air and tried to ease his nervousness.

At the gate, two guards in golden uniforms with glittering dragon symbols looked at him with suspicious expressions. One of them, a thick-bearded man, asked in a sharp tone, "Who are you and what is your purpose here?"

In an attempt to appear confident, Xian replied, "My name is Xian, coming at the invitation of the Black Prince."

The other guard, a woman with her hair tied high, raised her eyebrows. "Ah, so you're that young man. We heard about you." His facial expression turned curious, yet remained vigilant.

As they spoke, a senior cultivator walked over. The middle-aged man was wearing a long dark blue robe with a glittering diamond decoration. The back of his robe had a flowing tail, and without Xian realizing it, he stepped over the tail of the robe as he walked.

"What the hell is going on here?" asked the senior cultivator in a deep and authoritative voice.

Before Xian could reply, the cultivator's cloak suddenly slipped off, revealing ************** which was pink with a funny panda motif. Everyone at the gate, including Xian, stared wide-eyed. Momentary, silence.

The senior cultivator turned around, his face flushed red when he realized his state. "How did this happen?!"

Xian, who was startled at first, then tried to hold back the laughter. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, trying hard not to laugh. "I accidentally stepped over your cloak."

The guard lady tried to cover her smile with her hands, while the bearded man turned his face away, but Xian could see the man's shoulders shaking, holding back a laugh.

The senior cultivator grabbed his robe and quickly put it back on. With injured pride, he said in a trembling voice, "Make sure you take care of your steps inside the palace, young man. This is not the place for your negligence."

Xian nodded quickly, "Sure, sir. Thank you for your understanding."

After the incident, Xian was granted permission to enter the Golden Palace. As he walked, he could hear whispers from the cultivators talking about his presence. However, what stood out the most in his mind was the funny incident at the gate. Although he knows that a lot of intrigue and conspiracy is waiting for him, he is convinced by the humor he brings, he can face all the challenges.

The sky had started to darken when Xian arrived at the palace meeting room. He was accompanied by a lavishly dressed maid who led him through a long corridor illuminated by glittering crystal glass lights. The meeting room is located inside a luxurious and large building, with walls adorned with epic murals depicting the history of the pilgrimage.

Xian was nervous as he entered the room. There are several long tables with luxurious chairs around it. A number of senior cultivators and martial school leaders sat at the tables. They looked solemn and authoritative, and some of them looked at Xian with sharp eyes.

An old man wearing a red robe stood in front of the main table. He was the Black Prince, the host of the event. In a calm but firm voice, he said, "We have gathered here to discuss the future of the martial world. And we also have a special guest today."

All eyes were immediately on Xian, who was feeling increasingly nervous under the glare of their attention.

The Black Prince then continued, "Xian, the young man from the village, brought with him a very special jade. This jade has great potential and will bring great change to our martial world. Let's hear what he has for us to say."

As a village youth, Xian had never attended a meeting of this magnitude. He stood in front of everyone with slightly trembling hands. "Thank you for this opportunity" he said respectfully. "I have a jade slip that, as you said, has tremendous power. However, I must also admit that I still do not fully understand the true potential of this stone."

The Black Prince nodded. "That understands. We will work together to unearth the potential of this jade. Now, let's talk about a plan to deal with the growing threat in the martial world."

As the meeting progressed, Xian tried his best to understand the complicated and serious conversations around him. However, Xian's eyes were fixed on a large crystal vase placed on the table. The vase was filled with a clear liquid that looked tempting.

Xian felt that his throat was dry from nervousness, and without thinking much, he thought that the vase was a beverage prepared for the guests. He quickly took the vase and tried to drink it.

"Wait, it's not a drink!" shouted one of the senior cultivators, but it was too late. Xian had already gulped down a mouthful of liquid from the vase.

Xian sensed the liquid's effects quickly. His eyes widened, and he suddenly felt extremely excited. Her face turned cheerful, and she started laughing out loud.

"Ha-ha-ha! It really makes me feel alive!" Xian laughed excitedly, as if all of his worries and nervousness had simply disappeared.

The once serious cultivators could not help but laugh at them. They all laughed together with Xian. No one could understand what was happening, but their laughter eased the tension in the room.

After a moment of laughing together, the meeting continued with a much more relaxed atmosphere. The Black Prince spoke, "It seems like we all need a bit of humor in this meeting. Now, let's continue the discussion."

Xian, although still in a high spirit state, tried to stay focused on the conversation. However, every time he saw the vase, he could not help but smile.

The meeting continued with a milder atmosphere, and Xian, albeit unintentionally, had brought humor into the serious encounter. He might have made a mistake with the drink, but the laughter he brought into the room helped in easing the tension and tightening the bond among the cultivators present.

When the meeting ended, Xian was relieved and happy to be part of something bigger than himself. He learns that at times, humor can be a way to overcome the intrigues and conspiracies of the complicated martial world.

The meeting room door opened, and Xian walked out with a smile on his face. As he walked back through the long corridor towards the outside of the palace, he could not help but laugh himself. Though accidentally, Xian had started a story that would be remembered by everyone present at the mysterious meeting.

The training room in the Golden Palace was a spacious room with a shiny marble floor and a high ceiling. Soft candlelight hung around the room, creating a mysterious atmosphere. At the end of the room, Xian stood with his hands folded in front of his chest, staring at the Black Prince who was standing firmly on the other side.

The Black Prince was an influential cultivator with clothes that accentuated his status. He held a sword that was about three feet long, and it seemed to glow with a powerful force. His eyes stared intently at Xian, and he said, "We'll see to what extent you are able, young man of the village. Prepare yourself!"

Xian gulped, feeling the pressure from his gaze. He felt that right now he had to show his true ability. However, he also did not want to lose the humor that was always attached to him. Boldly, he asked, "Master Prince, what is that glowing stick you are holding? Are we going to dance like we did at the show?"

The witnesses present in the room were silent for a moment, they were not sure what they should think about Xian's question. The Black Prince himself felt astonished, before finally smiling, "No, young man. This was an heirloom sword that could crush large stones with a single blow. We'll duel to measure your strength."

Xian looked at the sword with a stunned feeling. "Oh, I see," he said in a more serious tone. "All right, let's start."

The two of them took their positions, and the Black Prince stepped forward quickly, his sword slicing through the air. The first strike came at an impressive speed, but Xian quickly dodged it by jumping to the side. He tried to gather the energy in his body, but still felt overwhelmed by nervousness.

The Black Prince continued to attack, his sword twisting and gleaming in the air. Xian tried to avoid the attack, but felt that he was distracted by his own doubts and confusion.

They were engaged in a fierce fight, and although Xian tried his best to dodge the Black Prince's sword, he seemed unable to find any loopholes to fight back. She feels increasingly depressed and frustrated, and she knows that she must figure out how to cope with the uncertainty and fear that haunts her.

Suddenly, in one swift attack, the Black Prince launched himself forward and landed a powerful punch on Xian's chest. Xian was thrown backwards, falling to the floor violently. The witnesses held their breaths, expecting Xian to rise again.

Xian felt pain all over his body, but he shocked everyone with a smile. He got up quickly and said, "Alright, I think this is enough of a dance with your glowing stick. Now, let's dance around like in a show!"

Everyone in the room laughed, including the Black Prince. It turned out that Xian was only slightly injured and still had the zeal to speak with humor. He had broken the tension and made everyone feel more relaxed.

The Black Prince nodded and took a deep breath. "You have a strong spirit, young man. But you also have to increase your cultivation and strength."

Respectfully, Xian replied, "Thank you for this lesson, Lord Prince. I'll study harder."

They ended the fight with a respectful greeting, and Xian left the training room with a smile on his face. He may have lost a physical fight, but he has won the hearts of people with his unwavering humor and passion.

Outside the room, Xian breathed in fresh air and felt proud of himself. He knows that he still has a lot to learn in martial arts, but he also knows that his humor and spirit will always be his greatest weapons.