The Urban Dao Child

Elder Bai woke up from his daze only when he saw a few of his council mates flying over. The man looked at the few figures standing beside him wearing distinguishing robes and sighed. He heard a soft voice, “Brother Bai, why do you sigh?”

The man sighed again and said, “I missed a golden chance.”

A robust voice replied, “I told you all, not to allow him to watch over, or he will try to poach talents. You people just do not listen to me.”

The owner of this voice was a burly man with bulging muscles. A big spear was tied to his back. The soft voice belonged to a lady, who wore a white robe. She had a very gentle vibe about herself, totally opposite from what the robust guy was.

Elder Bai said, “Brother Perseus, you have guessed it well. I was indeed trying to poach a talent but to think that this guy politely refused to me.”

Perseus looked around at the batch of students, he asked, “Which one of them caught your attention?”

He was scanning every single one of the children. The lady with the soft voice said, “Children, my name is Jing Shui. You can call me Elder Jing. Tell me which one you were approached by Elder Bai? I will reward you all with a body quenching potion.”

Everyone almost instantly pointed at the location where Yang Dao was standing. Jing Shui looked down at the young charming boy standing in a white hanfu, a sword tied to his back, with glittering eyes. The boy did not seem to have been affected by their presence. His eyes were clear seemed to be deducing something.

The rest of the children were in awe of these elders, they were the ten strongest in the sect. All, strong enough to destroy a planet with one blow. Yet, this child was unfretted about it. She could not help but test him. Jing Shui Asked, “Child, what are you looking for?”

Yang Dao replied in a soft voice, “The strongest among you is missing.”

The elders were all surprised, Perseus asked him, “What makes you say that?”

“The fluctuations of spirit energy around you all are very marginally similar. Only, your aura varies in temperament. For Example, you, Elder Perseus, have a battle thirst, Elder Jing is the alchemist. Similarly the rest.” said the boy.

An elder with a scholarly temperament asked, “How exactly does our aura make you guess that the strongest among us is not here.”

Yang Dao replied, “You all lack the touch of sovereignty in your aura. You are the strongest in what you do, yet the reverence one should have for the strongest is missing, it is more like you all compete with each other.”

His words did not leave them any room for refusal. The scholar elder said, “I am taking his kid under my wing for his talent in reasoning. He will be a worthy successor.”

Jing Shui said, “He has the wit and patience to become my successor, his alchemy skills will surpass me, I want him.” ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

The elders began to indulge in a heated argument. Trent Grande ground his teeth. He wanted to call out for basic treatment and then he stopped himself. If his words made these people infuriated, then he will vanish before even knowing it. Suddenly a sonorous, yet calm voice echoed in everyone’s mind.  Yes, they were cultivators and could tell that the voice was all inside their minds and not spoken out loud.

“Do you understand that your actions are staining the image of the elder council?”

These words were enough to calm them all down. Yang Dao waited and suddenly he noticed a man standing among the ten elders. The elders all bowed down to this person and said, “Welcome, Sect Master.”

The man had a dim glow around him and his eyes were like a monarch looking down on everyone. His face seemed to be blurred by something. Yang Dao gently bowed to the person. The sect master was also looking at him. He was curious about, what about this child could make the elders of the sect go wild.

His gaze landed on the forehead of the child and he was shocked. For a moment, he saw four heavenly beast phantoms and the Dao trigram appear behind him. The sect master was not a man, who could not make out what was going on with Yang Dao. He saw that the child had the blessing of the Dao on him.

The man said, “I will take this little one under my wing. Any questions?” as he said this an aura of sovereignty radiated from him.

The rest of the elders bowed their heads. Yang Dao said, “Is it possible that I see off my family members first, Sir?”

The sect master nodded and said, “Sister Jing, bring him to my dwellings later.”

Elder Jing nodded and the man vanished just like he had appeared. The students around were all still in a daze. The elders nodded and began to select the disciples based on their suitability. Athena Olympus was taken under the wing by Jing Shui, Diana Fray was accepted as a disciple by a lady called Xue Mira, this lady was a formation and battle expert.

Daniel was taken under the tutelage of Perseus. Trent Grande was backed up by an elder called Peter Ding. This person was a brawler, an expert in rough fighting style. Well, he made roughly sophisticated.

After the selection was completed, Yang Dao was taken back to the port where Yue Yun and Jill were waiting for him. Athena and Shakti followed him and so did the other three children. They were allowed to send off their convoys.

When Yang Dao came close to the ship he spotted two older children standing in front of Yue Yun and Jill, and the latter pair had a bad expression. He guessed the identity of the two people and walked over with Shakti.

He said, “Granny Yun, Sister Jill, I am back.”

His voice attracted the attention of the four people, the boy among the two new faces said, “So, you are my cousin, Yang Dao? Quite young, I must say.”

Yang Dao, however, ignored him and walked over to Yue Yun, and gave her a big hug. The lady asked, “Dao, how was the test? Are you hurt anywhere?”

The boy smirked and said, “You look down on your child too much, Granny Yun. The sect master took me under his wing.”

His words shocked the people to the core.. Yue siblings found it even more difficult to accept and Yue Ming said, “You sure know how to joke.”