Before he ever set foot in the Xuanyuan Cult, Deng Yideng was already someone of note. His martial skills were…
Before he ever set foot in the Xuanyuan Cult, Deng Yideng was already someone of note.
His martial skills were solid, and his mouth even sharper. With those two alone, he could get by just fine wherever Jianghu took him.
He'd heard that the Xuanyuan Cult was full of true masters. How good could they really be? Better than me? Curious, nd a little smug, he set off to see for himself. He'd barely crouched atop a bamboo stalk on the hillside when a blast of Astral Wind from the cultists sliced the entire bamboo grove clean off. Every stalk but the one he stood on.
"Holy hell!"Deng Yideng scrambled away in a panic.
Xuanyuan Cult... From that day on, he repeated the name as he trained, from sunrise to sunset, night into dawn, driven by the thought that one day, he'd walk through those gates openly, and see just how many extraordinary people were hidden inside.
Eventually, he did get in. Out in the Jianghu, Deng Yideng could still make a name for himself. Inside the Xuanyuan Cult, though, his skills were only enough to earn him gate duty.
He did the job halfheartedly, craning his neck all day to peer toward the inner grounds.
Lost in thought, a pebble pinged precisely off the center of his forehead. The throw was precise: it hurt just enough to sting, without leaving a mark.
He looked up.
"Yo, brother. Up for skipping a few stones?"