“Just now, the reason I was able to overpower Ye Wangchuan was because of a special ability.”
“Take a closer look at my feet—they’re actually floating above the ground, also thanks to this ability.”
“This ability allows me to manipulate objects through the air.”
“Since I created it myself but was too lazy to name it, I call it the Sparrow Technique.”
Fang Que explained the ability she had just used.
At the same time, with a thought, she effortlessly moved a massive rock through the air and placed it in front of her.
Then, with a flick of her finger, the rock turned into dust.
The onlookers, Ye Wangchuan and Li Luo, nodded, both coming to the same conclusion.
Isn’t this just telekinesis?!!
Ye Wangchuan began to ponder.
It’s no wonder this is the sect chosen by the Child of Destiny.
Who would’ve thought they’d teach something as useful as telekinesis?
Telekinesis is like a universal tool.
Whether you’re a martial cultivator or a magic cultivator, it’s incredibly versatile.
Martial cultivators can use telekinesis to control multiple weapons, compensating for their shorter attack range.
If you’re using a sword, you can even perform flying sword techniques and sword flight.
For magic cultivators, telekinesis can make up for their lack of physical strength and close combat weaknesses.
It can also be used to alter the direction of magical attacks.
So, the Sparrow Sect isn’t just a martial sect—it’s more like a hybrid martial and magical cultivation sect.
Ye Wangchuan felt a bit lucky that he had managed to intercept this sect.
Where else could you find a sect that casually hands out Immortal Binding Ropes and teaches telekinesis?
It’s just a pity for the original Child of Destiny who was supposed to inherit this.
Such a great opportunity, snatched away by me.
Hahaha! So satisfying!
…
The rest of the time was spent with Fang Que explaining the principles of the Sparrow Technique and such.
Twenty minutes flew by in a flash.
Fang Que glanced at the sky and spoke.
“That’s all for today. I’ll teach you how to use the Sparrow Technique tomorrow.”
“I’m heading to Chang’an for a stroll. Do you two want to come along?”
As she spoke, Fang Que clapped her hands.
The large sparrow from the sect recruitment event quickly flew over.
Fang Que climbed onto it and nestled into its feathers.
“Sure, I’ll join you, Master,” Ye Wangchuan thought for a moment and followed.
Mainly, he wanted to see if he could milk a bit more from Fang Que.
“Ah, I need to visit the Li family too. I haven’t told Uncle Li about joining the sect yet,” Li Luo said, tiptoeing as she climbed onto the sparrow.
With a flap of its wings, the sparrow soared down the mountain at incredible speed.
Once they reached the foot of the mountain, Li Luo parted ways with Ye Wangchuan and Fang Que, having the Ye family’s servants escort her to the Li family.
Fang Que turned her gaze to the streets.
“Ye Wangchuan, where can I find dumplings in Chang’an?”
“Master, at your cultivation level, you don’t need to eat, do you?”
“I’m just craving them.”
“Alright, I’ll have the Ye family’s chef prepare some for you. They’re better than the ones in the shops.”
“Let’s just go to the street. I’m not used to such refined food.”
“Fine.”
When it came to navigating the streets, no one was more familiar than Ye Wangchuan.
Soon, Ye Wangchuan and Fang Que arrived at a well-decorated dumpling shop.
“Waiter, one large bowl of pork dumplings,” Ye Wangchuan walked to the counter and placed a silver coin down.
The waiter turned around, saw the silver coin, and grinned.
“Coming right up! A large bowl of pork dumplings is two hundred copper coins. Here’s your change of eight hundred copper coins… Oh my! Young Master Ye!”
Upon recognizing Ye Wangchuan, the waiter’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He hurriedly pushed the silver coin back.
“No, no, Young Master Ye, I can’t accept your money!”
“Don’t make a fuss. I’m not some tyrant,” Ye Wangchuan’s lips twitched as he pushed the coin back to the waiter.
The waiter cautiously accepted the coin and handed Ye Wangchuan eight hundred copper coins in change.
After pocketing the change, Ye Wangchuan returned to the seat where Fang Que was waiting.
Fang Que sat on the bench, propping her chin on her hand as she watched the bustling street.
Since Ye Wangchuan wasn’t the Child of Destiny, he didn’t have to worry about random troublemakers coming to provoke or mock him.
The two of them waited peacefully for a while.
“Here’s your large bowl of pork dumplings!”
The waiter cheerfully placed a large bowl of dumplings on the table.
The bowl was filled to the brim with dumplings—clearly, the chef had added extra.
Seeing the sheer amount, Fang Que sighed.
“Ye Wangchuan, there’s too much here. I can’t finish it all. Get a bowl and help me out. We can’t waste it.”
“Sure,” Ye Wangchuan chuckled and called for the waiter to bring another bowl.
However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit pleased with his role as the antagonist.
Everyone treated him with respect.
Even the dumplings came with extra.
No fool would jump out and mindlessly mock him.
If he were the Child of Destiny, the waiter would definitely have caused trouble.
For example, seeing Fang Que’s short stature, he might’ve said something like…
“Dressed so shabbily, you shouldn’t be eating in the city center! Can you even afford these dumplings?”
Ye Wangchuan froze.
The words he just heard weren’t from his imagination but were actually spoken by the waiter.
He followed the voice and saw a ragged, beggar-like young man glaring at the waiter outside the door.
“I can afford it! Why are you driving me away?”
The beggar shouted, pulling out a bundle of mud-covered copper coins.
The waiter glanced at them and sneered.
“Listen, even if you have money, it doesn’t matter!”
“Do you know the Ye family of Chang’an? Young Master Ye is eating in the shop right now!”
“A beggar like you coming in and ruining his appetite—can you even compensate for that?”
With that, the waiter slapped the beggar’s hand.
*Slap!*
The mud-covered coins scattered on the ground.
Instead of picking them up, the beggar glared back, gritting his teeth.
“Don’t push me too far!”
“Oh, what are you going to do about it? A beggar like you must have such low talent that no sect would take you, right? Hahaha! Do you have any backing or strength???”
The waiter mocked, spitting at the beggar.
The beggar quickly raised his hand to block it.
At the same time, his anger grew even more.
The waiter’s taunts weren’t wrong.
The beggar’s name was Su Fugui.
Unfortunately, unlike his name, his life had never known a hint of prosperity.
Su Fugui had been an orphan since childhood, and the name “Fugui” was given by the elders in his village.
The village was poor—extremely poor.
So, Su Fugui spent his days farming and working the land.
He saved and saved, bit by bit.
Finally, he had enough grain.
Carrying the grain, he traveled over mountains and rivers.
When the grain ran out, he survived on wild fruits, grass, and river water.
But the wilderness was no easy place to live.
Some of the beasts had cultivation, and he dared not provoke them, only hiding and avoiding them.
Several times, he nearly died in the jaws of these beasts.
When he finally encountered a caravan heading to Chang’an, he had to sell the jade bracelet he’d had since birth just to join them.
After two months, he finally arrived in Chang’an City.
He barely made it in time for the Heaven Rank assessment.
Su Fugui only hoped that he would have decent talent and join a good sect.
To live a peaceful life.
But…
Su Fugui’s talent was only at the 19th Heaven Rank—