Bi Longsheng teleported to his residence, which was odd by all standards for a man of his status. He did not live in some lavish palace composed of the best and rarest material of the Chaos Universe. No, Bi Longsheng's residence was a small forest full of ferocious beasts and a mountain with a cave he dug with his hands.
The cave was simple, with a small pond, a cultivation room, and a storage room. Bi Longsheng built this place because of its meaning. When he was five, the mansion coldly sent him into this cruel world to fend for himself. For many years, he had to kill and eat these powerful and cruel blood beasts.
The flesh and blood of these creatures were the best nutrients to nourish his body, polish his foundation, and awaken his bloodline/physique, but it did not change the fact he almost died from a bear when he was only five years old. That experience affected Bi Longsheng in many ways.
By the age of 15, without starting his cultivation journey, he could smash Tier 3 demons (Divine Altar Realm) with one hit and wrestle with Tier 3 Demons (Supernatural) Realm0 without much of a problem. However, strength was not the only lesson he learned in that experience.
That cruel trial revealed to him that his status meant nothing without power; Bi Longsheng understood what he needed to do to ensure all the rights and privileges he was afforded before his fifth birthday. He was glad he had learned his lesson since, after the trial, he had to compete with countless others to guarantee his status and rights, and the ruthlessness he acquired became one of the keys to his final victory.
Bi Longsheng soon arrived at his cave and sat beside the pond. "Why did you warn me to back down?"
"Acting aggressively would have revealed more information and affected your image," said a deep and rough voice.
"That's it?"
"No. More importantly, he has a warning mark on him."
"Warning Mark? Isn't that something these transcendent factions would leave on their descendants to warn each other?" Bi Longsheng frowned. "Alright, he has a connection to some transcendent. Why would we care?"
"The warning reached the level we had to care about."
"How high are we speaking of?"
"The ceiling of the Chaos Universe."
"Are there people on that level besides Grand Dao?" Bi Longsheng asked.
"Who knows," the voice answered. "The world is vast, and even our mansion only knows so much."
Bi Longsheng contemplated. "Do you think I would lose to him?"
"Why do you care?" the voice answered. "The question is, why were you acting so out of character?" The voice knew Bi Longsheng was naturally calm and scheming; that's how he could achieve today's status. However, he was overly aggressive toward Wang Wei and even offended him.
"Didn't you hear the news about Bi Longxiang?" Bi Longsheng replied. "I've been annoyed ever since I heard about it. More importantly, that bastard reminded me of the other unpleasant bastard." Bi Longsheng caressed the scar over his left eye.
"It's been so long, and you were the final victor," the voice encouraged him.
"Is he really dead?" Bi Longsheng muttered before shaking his head. "Don't think I didn't notice you didn't answer my question."
"...If you consider aura alone, you only have a 30% chance of victory. However, your technique should be more refined than his by miles, and your actual chances of victory should be close to 80%."
"But?" Bi Longsheng asked, sensing more.
"He's a Dao Overlord, and his Fate Dao is known for its versatility, change, and adaptability. If you don't win the fight as soon as possible, he'll steal your technique to improve his, and your chances of winning will decrease to 40% or less."
"That bastard Ji Chengming should have already laid the foundation for him to know the importance of superior techniques," Bi Longsheng said with squinting eyes.
"I should warn you that you currently need more allies — not enemies."
"I know," Bi Longsheng nodded before closing his eyes.
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