The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Perched among the magnificent mountain range that stretched for 10, 000 miles was the Magic Hand Sect.

It was one spectacular scenery - many would call it blessed, even - enveloped in cloud and mist, as well as gorgeous peaks and

rare species of plants and beasts.

Grand palaces, exquisite pavilions, and intricately detailed terraces abound this region, ready to leave anyone who would catch a

glimpse of it in awe.

Perhaps, what drew anyone and everyone further in this side of the continent in such a subtle and mysterious way was the

refreshing and intoxicating scent of elixir, which was abundantly being developed at the Magic Hand Sect.

There was so much to celebrate at the Magic Hand Sect, especially today, as their leader Lyman would officially take a disciple.

With the cheerfully busy vibe in the atmosphere, it was, needless to say, a celebration of high importance.

Every member of the Sect, from elders to youngsters, was engaged in decorating their homes and establishments with lanterns

and streamers.

Guests from other sects had confirmed their attendance, so it was a must for the people of the Magic Hand Sect to fully prepare,

and thus, ultimately demonstrate their Sect's strength.

The ceremony would be held at the Magic Hand Plaza, an expansive assembly venue in the headquarters

where significant events took place.

The sun seemed to join the festivities as well, emitting gentle yet vibrant rays that made the sea of ornaments in the Plaza,

including red lanterns and colorful silk ribbons, shine brighter.

This kind of celebration might've given the New Year festive proceedings a run for its money.

In the middle of the Plaza, a platform that spanned hundreds of square meters was put up, with rows and rows of tables and chairs

and an elegant array of precious fruits, fine tea, and delicate pastries.

Not everyone could sit there, though. The area was set up specifically for important figures, namely leaders and elders from other

sects.

Others who did not fall under those categories should sit wherever around the Plaza.

The ceremony was scheduled at noon.

Delegates from other sects were expected to arrive soon.

Meanwhile, outside the Magic Hand Sect there was a wooden zone

where a bright light flashed across the sky

and took a sudden halt in the middle of this area.

Such bright light could only cfrom a powerful force: Austin's Dragon and Phoenix Chariot.

Austin, Angus, and the others stepped out of the carriage.

Then, with a wave, Austin's Dragon and Phoenix Chariot disappeared in a flick.

Angus gazed, with immense nostalgia, at the enormous mountain range before them.

"Hey, Magic Hand Sect, I'm back."

Angus murmured to himself, feeling partly excited and partly lost to have found his way back home.

To return after all these years brought complicated emotions within him.

He wasn't just any person in the Magic Hand Sect. Angus built its headquarters from scratch - all by himself.

Austin turned to his friend to assure him that their plan would work.

"Angus, when the right tcomes, you will show up and stun the hell out of Lyman. For now, you must hide."

The gifted builder agreed.

Thus, Austin sent Angus to the City model using his applicable teleportation skill.

And then, with his bodily movement skill, he, along with Godwin, Peter and Julius rushed towards the Magic Hand Sect.

Back at the Magic Hand Plaza, things proceeded as planned.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a grey robe and smelled of freshly made elixir, was welcoming the special guests.

He stood at the Plaza entrance, all decent and gentle, a mark of someone highly noble and respectable.

At the Semi-emperor Realm, a man that looked celestial yet kind was treading his path with an exceedingly strong vital energy

force surrounding him. The sleeves of his majestic robe fluttered in the cool breeze, while his face had an amiable aura because of

his smile.

He was the Magic Hand Sect's leader, Lyman.

A striking young man, who donned black ceremonial clothes, was following him around.

He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a face as delicate as the most beautiful piece of jade.

Proud and confident, he knew the promise of power that his fine features could bring.

This young pill refining talent was to be officially appointed and presented as Lyman's disciple.

As the clock would strike noon soon, more people bustled to and around the Magic Hand Sect and a good number of them

proceeded to the Magic Hand Plaza.

The Magic Hand Sect had been known for the pill refining skill.

And Lyman was, inarguably, the best pill refiner of the South Continent.

In the world they were all in, elixirs and pills were of utmost importance to cultivators. Everyone wanted a friend who was a pill

refiner.

This explained why the ceremony attracted so much attention.

Having received Lyman's invitation was a big deal.

The sects strategically chose their leaders and elders who would attend as a sign of their high regard to the Magic Hand Sect.

Smaller sects likewise didn't waste the opportunity to be part of the event since it would allow them to rub elbows with important

guests.

It cas no surprise then that the Plaza got more crowded than usual.

A seemingly endless number of people kept coming, filled with anticipation, exhilaration, and admiration.

Everyone wanted to personally congratulate Lyman on his newest milestone.

"Congratulations! What a great disciple you have found!"

"Proud of you, Lyman!"

"He is, without a doubt, perfect for the job! We are all looking forward to his great achievements!"

Important figures from various sects and families extended their greetings to Lyman beyond the verbal pleasantries

and bought with them valuable gifts for him.

As these people were powerful and well-known, it wasn't only natural, but also beneficial, that they maintained a good relationship

with the Magic Hand Sect.

Lyman and his disciple returned the favor to their guests through a great level of respect and unprecedented generosity.

Yet, if one would sink into the bottom of Lyman's heart, it would be revealed that he was proud of another thing.

That this ceremony had attracted so many important figures was a clear indication of

Lyman's influential reputation in the South Continent.

As he marveled over the huge crowd, Lyman had no misgivings that the ceremony would be successful and unforgettable not just

for him and his apprentice, but everyone who witnessed it.

He believed he had no reason to remove that proud smile on his face.

Suddenly, however, flashes of blinding light drew near the Plaza.

They moved unusually fast, as if faster than the normal speed of light, and cwith a sound so loud that could raise anyone's

anxiety to the maximum.

Somehow, with an event as huge as this, attendees at the Plaza had an inkling that another powerful person would arrive.

When the lights finally descended in front of Lyman, it was as if a nuclear bomb had exploded.

"Lyman, Lyman, Lyman... Congratulations.

We are here for the ceremony as well,"

said Godwin, who appeared as transcendent and venerable as a deity.

He greeted Lyman on behalf of his companions Austin, Julius, and Peter.

Lyman's eyes grew wide at the sight of these four individuals and looked straight at Austin.