Return Of The Monarch

Suxia World.

Night.

There was a small island in an unknown area within this beautiful world. The decorations spread over the island were exquisite and charming: the tall stone sculptures, the small bridges over the flowing rivers with water as clear as glass, the marble path, and the beautiful natural forest and mountain ranges.

In the center of this island, surrounded with beautiful statues of famous grandmasters, there were countless enormous buildings of excellent design. The sight of the vast starry sky beyond the island, no mortals could escape the mesmerizing experience.

Within one of the training centers, there was a stunning woman fighting in a white dress. This woman had beautiful flowing black hair, and her unwrinkled face was full of color. If Feng Hui were here, he would realize that this woman was his dear mother.

The benefits of cultivation were heaven-defying. Shooting to the Foundation Establishment realm, Feng Chunhua's longevity was increased by a hundred years. This talent would be considered the best of the best even in the Eastern World.

Behind Feng Chunhua, there were nine fine-looking cultivators, and there was an equal balance between men and women. Likely, this was something that the training center had intended to use for motivation.

In Chunhua's right hand, there was a sword of excellent craftsmanship embedded with numerous priceless gems. With a smile, her sword pierced through the air, creating a beautiful sound.

This sword stopped near the neck of a handsome middle-aged man. Falling to the floor, Mung Fan laughed with a helpless look, "You're too talented, Chunhua. It's not fair for the rest of us."

Being helped up, Mung Fan asked with an amused smile, "What's with that unceasing smile, Chunhua?"

Offering her hand, Feng Chunhua giggled, "There's a reason, of course. Soon, my children will arrive here. Master Tian has relented at last!"

In this life, Mung Fan had children of his own, but he was separated from them. Unless one was talented enough, their celestial master would not step in to reunite them. It also served as motivation for them.

Mung Fan raised his brow before chuckling, "So that's the reason. You've been telling us stories about your two babies every break we had, especially your genius son."

"My baby boy is amazing." Feng Chunhua could not control the beaming smile on her face, and her lips crept up even more, exposing her perfect white teeth.

According to Tian Changming, he would journey to Earth sometime tonight.

"This calls for a celebration after the competition!" From the group of ten, a beautiful young maiden smirked. With a cheeky voice, she added, "We should request Master Tian to join us as well. You're his top talent, after all!"

"Master is above the clouds. If he can join us for the celebration, everything will be worth it." Mung Fan sighed with a worshipping look, and his dull eyes displayed the urge to kowtow.

"Mmm. Master stands even higher than the heavens. It is our blessing to serve him." Chu Mingmi, the beautiful young maiden, moved her jade-like hands to pray to this celestial deity who lived among mortals. In her worshipping gaze, her eyes were enchanted and mesmerized.

"Mn. Master Tian is wise." Feng Chunhua joined in with the praising. Since he had agreed to bring her children here, she was no longer disapproving of him. In truth, it was bizarre that she was able to feel hate toward Tian Changming.

As a half-step Immortal, Tian Changming had influenced all his subjects to be loyal to him unconditionally. Through the use of the world's laws, this was an effortless task.

The ten cultivators continued to train and strengthen their battle techniques. Breathing in the clean Qi, Feng Chunhua was exchanging blows with each member in their battalion. In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed.

"Tired?" Feng Chunhua smiled. Wiping the dust off her sword, she laughed, "It's about time for the weekly routine check-up."

The nine other cultivators were covered in sweat, while Feng Chunhua still had her usual comforting air around her. Panting, Chu Mingmi teased, "Sister Chunhua, we're not at the Foundation Establishment stage. We're not geniuses like your great self."

Ruffling Mingmi's soft hair, Feng Chunhua rolled her eyes, "Alright, alright. The formations should go off soon. Is everyone prepared to demonstrate their improvements in the competition?"

"As ready as we can be." Mung Fan declared with confidence. This was followed with the others laughing with him in approval.

As Feng Chunhua had expected, the entire training center was enveloped in a sudden bright light. The formations were roaring to life. Looking through the blinding white light, her heart was thunderous, "Son… daughter, Mom has missed you two so much."

It was nearing midnight. From the dark night, her children should arrive sometime during this test of strength. Feeling her eyes water, Feng Chunhua rubbed them with a beautiful smile, "Son, you've kept your sister safe this entire time, something I should have been doing instead. Mom is so proud and angry with herself for being useless."

Feng Chunhua's soft, maternal voice was choking up. In the next instant, her fading words had left the training center as she disappeared to the location of the competition.

* * *

In a massive stadium crafted out of an unknown ocean-blue gem, there were cultivators that numbered to the tens of thousands. These cultivators had varying appearances, but all of them had one thing in common: talent. Lots of it.

The mound of night clouds seemed to spring to life from their overflowing collective aura. In the vast firmament, the large beast birds were gliding around while singing a pleasant melody. Appearing in the location of a formation, there was a group of ten.

These cultivators would have arrived from countless different islands. Even after experiencing numerous of these teleportation formations, the ten were still astounded from the glory of it all. Stretching her arms, Feng Chunhua grinned, "Let's do this."

Within the massive stadium, there were innumerable arenas that stood tall. The cultivators scanned around with excitement. Hunting for their next opponent, everyone was curious to see how much everyone had changed. In this competition, one was required to challenge at least one person to strive to achieve a better overall ranking. Furthermore, there was a team battle at the end too.

While the thousands of cultivators were looking at each other with curiosity, a white-robed handsome teenager utilized his Qi to augment his pure voice to reverberate across the entire stadium.

Standing atop a large colorful arena, the white-robed handsome teenager grinned while using his flamboyant voice to shout, "I, this handsome lord, challenges Feng Chunhua to an official ranking battle!"

As the top ranker within the new recruits, Feng Chunhua's name was famous. In a flash, everyone turned their attention to the smiling black-haired woman who was calm while facing the challenge.

"Accept." Since one battle was necessary, Feng Chunhua did not think much before accepting. This white-robed handsome teenager was another top prospect within the new recruits, and he had also reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

Departing from her battalion, she heard the vibrant cheers from her allies. Soon, Feng Chunhua disappeared from her position as the automated formations sent her to the arena of the teenager.

Emerging on the arena, Feng Chunhua made eye contact with the handsome teenager. For the spectators, there seemed to be electrifying competitive sparks that shot between the two. But, in reality, it was a one-sided reaction.

The two were excited for different reasons. Feng Chunhua was exhilarated because she would be seeing her children soon. Whereas the white-robed teenager wanted to prove his strength.

It had been far too long, and she wanted to hug them so much. With a gentle voice, she would tell them that everything would be fine from now on. Feng Chunhua's figure was trembling.

When the white-robed teenager saw this, he smirked, "Scared? You should be, Feng Chunhua. I've improved a lot since our last bout!"

While the white-robed teenager was roaring with eagerness, the battle began. Charging at the top-ranked talent, he wanted to demonstrate to everyone that he was the true talent to watch!

The white-robed teenager flung the sharp, refined daggers that were attached to his waist. Unveiling his silver sword, he prepared himself to make contact with the genius Feng Chunhua.

To the spectators, the white-robed teenager was brimming with strength. Spiritual Qi could be found everywhere in his muscles and bones; thus, he emitted a powerful aura.

To everyone's surprise, Feng Chunhua did not move. With a relaxed smile, she allowed the sword to near her, and her sword was still in its sheath.

"This arrogance will be your death, Feng Chunhua!" Not stopping, the white-robed teenager's voice boomed. If the situation became too dangerous, the formations would halt them.

Just when the onlookers were prepared for a gruesome sight, the white-robed teenager's silver sword stopped mid-air. Unable to deliver the finishing blow, his handsome face paled.

In the stadium, it became as silent as a graveyard. With each breath, the crowd all stood up to clap and shout, "It's sword intent! Feng Chunhua has comprehended sword intent!"