Chatty Elders.

"This disciple is quite talented... Don't you think?"

"Being able to slaughter so many spirit beasts ahead of their level. Very talented. Who are they?"

"I can't tell with that concealing treasure they have on. But whoever they are, I'm interested in finding out who trained them."

"A concealing treasure that can work on cultivators at our stage. Their background must not be simple."

"A Qi Gatherer that can slaughter beasts at the Qi Consolidation stage and Core Preparation stage like insects. We've got a real monster on our hands, don't we?"

"The upcoming Meeting of Great Talents won't be much of a problem now."

"This generation of disciples could be said to be the greatest so far."

"The Head Elder's disciples along with a few other talents... I can't see our sect losing at the Meeting."

"And with the Grand Tournament being prepared in a couple months, we might even be able find even more hidden talents."

"It's a shame that I can't tell if the disciple is a boy or girl but seeing the way they fight makes me wonder just where they came from."

"A fighting style utilizing kicks as the main way of attacking and defending. It's definitely a fighting style that didn't come from our library."

"As far as I know, it's the only bare-handed martial arts that focuses on kicks instead of fists or the entire body."

"Their background is definitely not simple."

"Is that a Wise Monkey they just encountered?"

"Oh dear..."

"We might lose one of our greatest talents due to horrible luck! This is a complete disaster!

"I could've made them into one of our greatest disciples!"

"You?! I could've made them into the next sect leader!"

"Both of you are going senile if you think you could teach a talent on their level. They need a real teacher to properly hone their techniques and skills, like me."

"You dirty bitch."

"You fucking slut."

"You two geezers want to die!?" The female elder threatened.

"Now now, you three know the rules. No fighting or all of you will be sent to the Disciplinary Head Elder."

  A collective shiver of terror ran through their bodies as they dropped their fighting stances.

"Besides, can either of you even tell what this disciple specializes in?"

"Combat."

"Killing."

"Fighting." They all answered simultaneously.

"Your thoughts are too simple. While a cultivator's ability to defend themselves is important, very few made it to the top with that alone. It is necessary for most people to specialize in more than one area."

"If you're untalented trash maybe."

"The truly strong can cover their weaknesses with enough talent and training."

"That's funny coming from an old foggy like you. I never seen you train once since becoming an elder!"

"Oh yeah? You keep talking. I can shut those fat flapping lips of yours real quick."

"The Treasured Plains always brings the worst out of us elders. We're all adults here, right? Let's not start a meaningless brawl over nothing."

"This disciple... is a little crazy, aren't they?" The elders looked down on the Treasured Plains.

  Able to oversee almost any area they wished, most elders looked down on the mysterious disciple trying to fight against a Core stage beast with intelligence. A disciple in the Qi Gathering realm stood their ground against a beast superior to them. It was a scene unbelievable to one's eyes! The number of disciples that are capable of just simply withstanding a Core stage practitioner's qi can be counted on one hand!

"They have to become my disciple! Look at them go!"

"Those kicks are unbelievable! So fast but also so powerful!"

"How is their body able to keep up with a spirit beast in the Core stage?!"

"They're no doubt a legendary prodigy."

"If they somehow don't die here, the Golden Serpent Sect will definitely enter a new age in the near future."

"No one will be able to match our might with a talent like this!"

"None of you bastards better think of assassinating them either! Your shitty disciples don't stand a chance against their godly talent!" A few envious elders spat in jealously. Why couldn't their disciples have legendary talent like this?

"If any elder attempts to kill this disciple, I will personally grind your soul into nothingness." The sect leader threatened.

"Yes, Leader!" Every elder responded back in fear and respect of their great power.

"But what if a mishap were to happen between fellow disciples?" Someone had the balls to ask.

"Leave the younger generation to fight their own battles. Just none of you old bastards better get involved personally." The sect leader's right-hand man responded.

"Yes, Supreme Commander!"

  After the sect leader personally responded to the plight of this single disciple, even more elders started watching their hopeless battle. The moment they were all waiting for was coming near. That spirit tool that hide certain things about them was about to break! They would see just exactly who this disciple was. Their anticipation and excitement made most of them unable to sit calmly. When it was finally destroyed, some lesser elders even hooted and hollered in joy.

"Did we have a disciple like this...?" The brown skin and young face didn't ring any bells.

"You'd think we'd be able to recognize a disciple like this."

"I'm pretty sure she's the only disciple in the sect with that skin color..."

"No. There are some disciples that are tan but not that dark..."

"It's completely natural. She was born with that skin."

"How horrible... To be born as a girl with black skin..."

"Her family must be devastated."

"She was probably cursed in her last life."

"Have you blind foggies gone senile? What does it matter what someone looks like! Look at her skills, her quick mind, and her strong personality! That is what a true cultivator needs. Things like outer appearance is only superficial and unimportant in the grand scheme of things." A female elder spoke, making most of the men silent.

"Oi, why can't I see her anymore?" Someone changed the subject.

"What's going on? What did that monkey do?"

"He created a barrier that blocks our vision. What he plans to do to her must be something he doesn't want seen."

"Hah... What a terrible fate for a girl so gifted. If only we could intervene..."

"Not even the sect leader could enter into the Treasured Plains after it has been closed. We can only hope for the smallest of chance that she somehow makes it out alive."

"Heavens please bless our sect and somehow find a way to save that disciple, even if she's a little unpleasant to look at."

  There were a few elders that didn't take kindly to the appearance of the sudden talented disciple that appeared out of nowhere. They hoped that the young girl would perish and never reappear again. But there was an even smaller amount of elders that prepared for this impossibility. On the off chance that she does somehow survive, they need to prepare themselves and their disciples to take care of this threat. The sect leader's words sent these cautious elders into a panic. It must be known that the sect leader rarely complimented anyone. Even their sole disciple was only above average in talent to them.

  If things continued to go the way they were going and the girl lived, it was a high possibility that she would take over as sect leader. It would be difficult to kill the girl because of the Supreme Commander's words but they noticed the loophole in his words. They didn't need to move a finger themselves but instead have their disciples kill the girl for them. The disciples die all the time in battles with one another. The Sect Leader and Supreme Commander couldn't fault them if she failed to survive in a battle with her fellow peers.

  There was only one elder in particular who recognized the young girl. It was Elder Lang, Jing's array teacher. His surprise at seeing Jing was not small at all! He was more likely to believe the girl down there was her twin or doppelganger than believe the sweet, kind, and inquisitive young girl he's taught for the past few months was actually there. But that furry bag was without a doubt Jing's. It was where she stored all her talisman slips, spells, and other equipment that a spellmaster would need. He had a feeling it was a spirit tool that worked similar to a storage ring as the bag seemed pretty small to carry so much stuff. But seeing the girl down there, he wouldn't be surprise if it really was a spirit tool. The strength she's showing is unnatural.

  It was like looking at a completely different person! The cold and fierce personality shift, the lack of restraint in her blows, the complete absence of mercy and thoughtfulness. It resembled nothing of the bright disciple he taught. She would never strike with such lethal intent and have such a terrifying look on her face. Elder Lang was in total disbelief and shock.

"I was teaching a monster all along..."