Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!” After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed. However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.
That martial artist said respectfully, "Yes, all the guests who have arrived so far would be going. It includes the three law-enforcement masters, potioneers from the three specialties, the Ye Clan and the Ling Clan. Other than that, it's just the elders from the Zhuge Clan who would be welcoming the guests. The main hall will be for the prestigious guests, the other potioneers would be welcomed at the side hall of the Shui Yue garden."
"Only these few people?" said Chu Yang as he frowned.
"Yes. After all, It is still early now, there is still more than a month's time before the competition in the Medicine Banquet starts and five more months to the formal ceremony. Therefore, there aren't many people who are here yet, and those who came in advance have a motive."
The martial artist in black clothing could not help rolling his eyes even though his tone remained respectful.
A bit early? Why was it a bit early? Wasn't it all because of you?