Mystic Peak towered above the outer sect like a silent guardian, its slopes wrapped in drifting clouds and ancient pine trees. The air itself felt different—denser, richer with qi.
Li Hao walked along the stone path, his new disciple token hanging at his waist. Around him, other outer disciples moved in small groups, whispering, laughing, or staring curiously at him.
Word had already spread.
The boy who endured the Flame Dragon Bird.
The "Ice Heavenly Sword" wielder.
Inside the main hall, dozens of disciples gathered.
An elder stood at the front, his gaze sharp.
"Today, you choose your cultivation paths," he said. "Each of you must select at least three disciplines. Your choices will shape your future."
Names were called one by one.
Some chose sword and spear.
Others chose alchemy and healing.
When it was Li Hao's turn, the hall grew noticeably quieter.
He stepped forward.
"Sword Arts. Alchemy. Beast Taming. Formations. Healing."
A ripple of shock spread.
"Five?"
"Is he serious?"
The elder narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Greed leads to failure," he said. "But… we shall see."
Li Hao bowed calmly.
He wasn't being greedy.
He was preparing.
Because his path… was different from everyone else's.