Returning to the Mysterious Era

Five pugilists had popped up one after another like bamboo shoots after rainfall. Was the Wind Elephant Sect destined to rise against all odds? Why were there so many geniuses? At this rate, nobody would even bat an eye if a pugilist suddenly appeared among the ordinary elite disciples of the Wind Elephant Sect!

Someone once said, "Barring any unexpected events, the Wind Elephant Sect, with its large fields of Lanxin Grass, will rise." That phrase indeed came true. It had only been a matter of time for the sect to become a second-tier Covert Martial Arts sect, although the team of five pugilists hadn't been a contributing factor. This had happened due to a series of fortunate coincidences.

The Wind Elephant Sect likely would not be able to assemble such a dominating team for several generations to come even after rising to the level of a second-tier Covert Martial Arts sect. It was but a matter of luck.

"The Wind Elephant Sect is sure to win the Beiliu County Exchange Tournament this time around! Five monsters who have surpassed human limits—there's no doubt about it."

"If the three pugilists from the Singing Water Sect and the two from the Golden Fist Sect came together as one team, they might be able to be a match for the Wind Elephant Sect's team. Otherwise, the gap is just too large..."

"Did you notice the Wind Elephant Sect's youngest core disciple is only eighteen? It's crazy that he's already surpassed human limits. Even more than that little girl from the Singing Water Sect."

"Yeah, and not only that, Lance and Moses, the third and fourth, are both under twenty-five. Compared to them, I'm practically useless. Fuck, I'm twenty-nine and haven't even mastered the first stage of our sect's Covert Martial Arts."

"..."

The entire venue was abuzz with chatter, the majority of which were of envy and shock. The current Wind Elephant Sect was simply dazzling.

On the other side of the arena, many elite disciples of the Wind Elephant Sect puffed out their chests. Even the veteran instructors leading the team were smiling and chatting with their old friends from other sects, looking very proud.

Their conversation went something like this: "See? These are the genius disciples of our Wind Elephant Sect! This is our Wind Elephant Sect!"

Meanwhile, the three elders from the Wind Elephant Sect, who had come to the competition as accompaniment, looked on dumbfoundedly. They didn't understand what was happening. Wasn't our team supposed to have only two pugilists?

Why were pugilists suddenly popping up like moles? First Li Wei, then Moses, and finally Lance...

The elders were utterly baffled. Could some elite disciples also suddenly turn into pugilists? When did the Wind Elephant Sect become a top second-rate sect?

"Wow! Igor, your Wind Elephant Sect has certainly hid your secrets well! Five pugilists in one team? You sure know how to train your disciples!" A bald old man in a blue combat attire chortled. He was the seventh elder of the Singing Water Sect.

"Uh...yes. But it's all because of those kids' efforts," replied Igor, the third elder of the Wind Elephant Sect had a head full of white hair. He was still a bit dazed despite how overjoyed he felt.

"You're too modest. Great is great, no need to be humble. Our Singing Water Sect is really envious. How about we find some time to exchange teaching experiences between our sects?" The bald old man enthusiastically patted Igor on the back.

I'm telling the truth! Those kids were the ones who worked hard. I'm still confused and I'm the elder. Igor silently complained in his heart but since he couldn't say it aloud, he simply nodded. "Sure, sure..."

"Hmph, you were just lucky," a sour voice interjected from the side. Igor turned his head and was not surprised to see it had come from an elder from the Black Crane Sect, clad in all black.

Ignor was immediately displeased. Being confused was one thing and being humble was another. But he wouldn't stand for belittling the efforts of the Wind Elephant Sect's hardworking disciples by calling it luck!

"Oh, and here I was wondering who left their sour grapes behind. Turns out it's Elder Daryl, whose Black Crane Sect was beaten into the Black Chicken Sect by our Wind Elephant Sect disciples," Igor sneered. He brought up the recent fight results, going straight for the jugular. "Has your first core disciple Mendi has woken up yet? Oh, and what about Samuel, who also got knocked down?"

Hearing this, Daryl's face turned red with anger. For martial artists, victory and defeat were the most straightforward and convincing things. Their disagreements were always settled with a fight, not an argument and whoever emerged as the winner was always right. Fists always trumped words!

But the embarrassed Daryl still insisted on stubbornly arguing, "That... that was just pure dumb luck."

"Yes, yes, a five to two score is pure dumb luck."

"I said it was dumb luck!"

"Yes, five to two."

"Dumb luck..."

"Five to two."

In the end, Daryl's face turned green and white from the jealousy he had to swallow. He could only curse the Wind Elephant Sect to fail in the next match! But the reality turned out to be the exact opposite.

The Wind Elephant Sect forged ahead, utterly unstoppable. In the team competition, no one could match the Wind Elephant Sect when they were at full strength. The Golden Fist Sect and Singing Water Sect were defeated five to two and five to three, respectively. The gaps for the rest of the sects were even more dramatic.

The Wind Elephant Sect also performed remarkably in the individual competition. After all, they had double the number of pugilists than the other major sects with five. In the end, Hykal ranked second in the individual competition, Jadice fourth, Moses eighth, Cassius ninth, and Lance tenth. They also scored the highest points overall.

Once the scores for both competitions and the scores of the ordinary elite disciples, who performed decently, were combined, it showed the Wind Elephant Sect topping the leaderboard. The Singing Water Sect, who used to have an edge, found themselves falling behind in the rankings.

On the sixth day of the competition, the busy sect master of the Wind Elephant Sect, Belon, arrived at the venue. He was immediately overwhelmed by the other sects' enthusiasm, who bombarded him with a barrage of praise for the Wind Elephant Sect's core disciples. They applauded the core disciples' unparalleled talent, the Wind Elephant Sect's extraordinary luck and their invaluable teaching methods. In short, it was a lot of things that Belon didn't quite understand.

He understood the part about extraordinary luck; had they discovered the location of the Lanxin Grass fields, which had been hidden for half a year?

Finally, Belon made his escape by excusing himself to the bathroom. It wasn't until he carefully asked Elder Igor what had happened that he understand the whole story.

Well, it turns out that cheesy flattery wasn't exaggerated at all! My Wind Elephant Sect truly has extraordinary luck, and its popularity will continue to rise!

That evening at the banquet, Belon wholeheartedly played the role of the main character, continually toasting with the others. He looked like a shrewd sect master who had been preparing for this moment.

Seeing him so calm, the elders of the other sects were even more convinced that the Wind Elephant Sect's teaching methods was unparalleled. They immediately requested for exchange opportunities, and Belon agreed to all of them. It was a great chance to elevate the sect's status.

Meanwhile, at the Wind Elephant Sect's core disciples' residence, a small birthday party with six people began with Lisa being the prtagonist.

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