Chapter 63 (1/2)

Azalea stood in front of Kid Vremya’s cave. She knocked on the barrier before pulling out Kid Vremya’s token, using it to enter. “Vremya! If you don’t go now, you’re going to be late for the competition!” Five years had passed in the blink of an eye, and during all of that time, she had still been doing Kid Vremya’s chores for him. However, she wouldn’t have to do that anymore, not after today!

Kid Vremya opened his eyes and grunted upon seeing Azalea. The other day, he had sent in a petition to the sect to promote him to outer disciple without having to enter the competition; however, he was ruthlessly rejected. Since he had skipped the previous competitions, it was needless to say most of the elders didn’t like his attitude. As such, none of them approved of his request which led to Kid Vremya leaving his cave and purchasing a spiritual tool from the disciples’ exchange plaza. He went to the corner of his cave and picked up a large turtle shell. It was roughly the size of his torso.

“What is that?” Azalea asked, tilting her head. “Is that your weapon?”

“It’s a defensive artifact,” Kid Vremya said. He tucked the turtle shell awkwardly underneath his right arm. “Let’s go.”

“Why do you need a defensive artifact?” Azalea asked, her expression darkening. She walked alongside Kid Vremya, heading towards the competition ground. “I know you’re stronger than me, and I’m already at the seventh stage of qi condensation. Do you know how strong your opponents are going to be? They’re going to be at the third stage!”

“I’m establishing my foundation,” Kid Vremya said. “If I use any techniques, I might get distracted and breakthrough to foundation establishment on accident.”

Azalea’s expression darkened even further. “That kind of thing doesn’t happen on accident.” She wrinkled her nose. “I bet I know the real reason you’re using that. You don’t have any combat techniques, do you? You’ve never went to the skill pavilion.”

Kid Vremya snorted. “How would you know that? Are you keeping track of me?”

Azalea’s face turned red. “Why would I do something like that, dummy? I know you’ve never been to the skill pavilion because I’m always carrying your token for you!”

Kid Vremya shifted the turtle shell to his other arm. “Isn’t your cultivation technique ice-related? Why are you getting so heated up?”

Azalea pouted and turned her head away. Kid Vremya was such a blockhead. “I’m getting heated up because I’m angry.”

“Yeah,” Kid Vremya said. “That’s what I mean. Aren’t you supposed to sever your emotions? No wonder why you’re cultivating so slowly.”

“Not everyone is a genius like you, okay?” Azalea asked and rolled her eyes. “Have you decided what profession you want to learn when you become an outer disciple?”

“Formation master,” Kid Vremya said.

Azalea froze, causing Kid Vremya to turn his head to the side to see why she stopped. “You’re going to learn how to be a formation master?”

“Yes. Why? Is something wrong?”

“If you were going to do that, then why did you reject Elder Formation five years ago?” Azalea asked. “She’s the elder who manages all the formations. If you really wanted to learn how to be a formation master, you should’ve accepted her offer.”

Kid Vremya snorted. “There’s no one in existence who can make me willingly bow my head and call them master.”