Chapter 1: How the Engagement Came to Be

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About 15 Years ago.

Sounds of birds chirping and of people talking could be heard as the sun started to rise. A few cultivators had already woken up earlier and were silently training by themselves in order to grow stronger and prepare for the upcoming competition between the sects that only happened every decade.

In particular, the sounds of a swinging sword could be heard in a private manor within the Moon Sect. A female cultivator that looked like she was in her late teens could be seen, moving in quick motion as she swung a beautiful silver sword, taking multiple steps and using her flexible body to avoid invisible attacks.

Her dark eyes followed the movement of her sword and one could feel the heavy pressure that was released from her body. Every step looked light as a feather, but the swiftness of her sword was lethal. Sweat dripped from her face to the ground as she made a final swing, emitting a powerful blow that could barely be seen as it hit the ground and created a dent.

She took a breath and released it, sheathing her sword. It was a habit of hers to train the way of the sword every morning after meditating with her inner chi; however, lately Wu LiJing has been waking up before dawn in order to increase her training time.

Wu LiJing is a direct disciple of the Moon Sect leader, so she must train harder to not disappoint her master. She has been waking up earlier than usual to prepare for the competition since her master had informed her that she would take part in it due to her absence in the previous competition.

Taking light strides towards the table a few feet away from her, she grabbed and used the clean towel to wipe her sweat. As she took a sip of water, she looked at the dent on the ground where she stood earlier and frowned. It seems she had to get the tiles fixed again. 

When she trained, she greatly controlled the amount of chi she released with every attack to prevent destroying her backyard because this was a great way to practice control. Still, sometimes she couldn't help it because she usually concentrated greatly on her moves, and there were moments when her body would be in a prime state, which would cause her to subconsciously release a slightly increased amount of inner chi with her attack.

Wu LiJing drank the rest of the cup of water, peered over to the left when she heard light footsteps, and called over her servant.

"ChunHua. The floor needs to be repaired."

Cheng ChunHua was a decent petite-looking maid, looking to be around her late teens, dressed in a light blue uniform to show her status as the personal servant of a direct disciple. Like all uniforms, on her sleeves was the symbol of the Moon Sect. She possessed bright and optimistic eyes and carried a neutral expression as she walked over.

Wu LiJing liked to be independent, so Cheng ChunHua only looked after her manor and did not enter her room. As a direct disciple, Wu LiJing was allowed two servants to tend to her since direct disciples usually had a different training regimen and also went on missions once they were strong enough.

When the sect leader finally accepted her as his disciple, she had the privilege to live by herself in her own manor, so someone needed to keep it clean while she was away. She only felt the need for one servant to look after her manor since she wasn't too picky and hired Cheng ChunHua for the job. It was only recently that she was allowed to have her cousin come live with her after her cousin finally became an inner disciple.

Cheng ChunHua let out a small, hopeless sigh when she got a better look of the dent. Then she moved her attention back to her casually dressed master. "I will have it fixed by tomorrow, Master." She would have to remember not to trip because of it. There were times when the backyard had to be repaired because whenever Wu LiJing returned from the outside, she mainly focused on her training inside her manor. At this point, Cheng ChunHua was used to it and realized accidents were bound to happen when one had a master that lived her life concentrating on cultivating only.

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