While walking through, Fad could think of a hundred possible ways he could humiliated his family. The plan has already been set for him and it was up to him to utilize it to the maximum.
He understood that his family treasures pride and power over everything else, and with such big shots attending Feng's birthday, how could he probably not utilize this chance.
He took the prison clothe hanging on his neck and put it on, as if telling everyone where he has come from.
Then, with his chest pushed forward and chin raised up, Fad slowly advanced forward, cutting through the line aiming to walk straight in untill when he was stopped by one of the sect's disciples, acting as a guard at the gate.
"We don't allow beggers in!" He shouted.
Fad didn't flinch, in fact he was expecting this, and thus, he slowly turned his eyes towards the disciples and scanned his body from head to toe, then from toe to head, then pushed forward.
"Didn't you hear what I've s..."
A thunderous slap across the face send the young disciple kissing the floor. Fad didn't just stop there as walked to where he had just fallen and step on his chest before...
"How dare you!" He shouted while pointing at his face. "I've just gone for five years and that grants you the pride to commanding me!?" He shouted while using his leg to pin him on the ground.
Seeing this, the other disciple quickly charged towards Fad with the hopes of rescuing his colleague, but before he could raise his sword to attack, Fad just turned around and gave him a dead stare, forcing him to stop mid track while gulping heavily.
"I_I_I_ it's you!" He stammered while taking a step back.
"So you recognize me!" Fad responded, his voice full of authority.
"Please forgive us!" The disciple quickly responded while dropping to his knees. "We were instructed by young master Feng to never allow you in at any cost." He spoke, as if pleading for his life.
"So you were just following orders, right?" Fad sarcastically asked.
"It was young master Feng's order." He responded, shaking as if he had seen the ghost.
"Ok." Fad responded while letting go of the first disciple. "Since that's the case, stand up and walk back to your post!" He commanded, making the second disciple to comply instantly.
But that wasn't the end of it, Fad turned to the crowd gathered around. And using his Qi to amplify his voice, he spoke.
"Since I, the second child of the House of Xu, is forbidden to enter my own home... then none of you deserve to step in either." he shouted.
A hushed panic swept through the crowd. Murmurs fluttered like leaves in storm winds, some questioning, some inquiring, some didn't even know what to say.
"Isn't Feng the only son of the house of Xu?"
"Does the house of Xu really have a hidden child?"
"But where has he been all this long?"
"Fool, can't you see he's wearing the prison clothes, what a shame to the house of Xu."
"Forget that. Didn't you see how strong that slap was? If prison really do turn people strong, then I'm gonna send my lazy son there tomorrow morning."
They spoke.
But Fad wasn't finished yet.
He raised his right hand; not fast, not theatrical, but slow, deliberate, like an ancient ritual being resurrected.
His fingers extended: two aligned, index and middle, glowing faintly.
Then… he drew.
Not on stone. Not on scroll.
But in the very air.
Golden light bloomed at his fingertips, etching symbols through the atmosphere with strokes as fluid as water and as sharp as blades. Each arc left shimmering trails that hung suspended like constellations, glyphs of wind and authority spiraling with quiet fury.
The sky dimmed around him. His Qi surged, and the crowd could feel it: not just power, but precision. Legacy. A rune born from something ancient.
When the symbol was complete, he clenched his palm around the rune and thrust forward.
The golden glyph shot like a comet, curling through the air until it crashed against the Xu Sect's gate—
Boom!
A shockwave burst outward, not destructive but commanding.
The golden rune unraveled midair into a lattice of glowing script, forming a radiant wind barrier across the gate's entrance. Spirals spun gently but resolutely, swirling like silk strands caught in divine breath.
The sect gate didn't explode.
It closed.
Not by force.
By decree.
[A wind barrier rune created]
[You have permanently lost 120 Qi points]
The text displayed.
"I, is_is that... A rune!" More murmurs erupted.
"I could trade my life for that."
"Sh*t! I'm really gonna send my son to the prison."
They spoke.
But to Fad, this was just the beginning.
He had to hide it, but he was amazed by the golden lattice shimmering across the Xu Sect gate, spinning silently like a spiral of calligraphy woven from air and flame.
But silence wasn't belief.
The crowd stirred, unimpressed.
A merchant scoffed.
"That boy just drew light in the air. Must be some fancy parlor trick."
Another scoffed louder.
"What rune? I saw a glow, not a seal."
Then, one of Feng's lesser entourage, a young disciple with more mouth than merit, stepped forward, clutching a scroll case like a baton.
"Step aside, inmate," he sneered, "some of us have invitations to real parties." He slike
He marched straight for the gate, watched by Fad, but as soon as his foot crossed the shimmering edge, the wind exploded outward.
A twist of force coiled around him like a divine whip, grabbing the boy mid-step and launching him backward, like a stone shot from a slingshot.
Boom!
He flew a dozen feet before crashing into the polished stone path, scrolls bursting from his grip like startled birds. The crowd gasped as he slid to a graceless halt, robes twisted, dignity shattered.
Then another tried.
And another.
One disciple, one wanderer, a cloaked envoy from a minor sect, each struck the barrier as though it wasn't air but judgment incarnate.
Each was hurled back.
Each ate the dust they once looked down on.
One old guest just watched, hands trembling.
"…Is that barrier really… from a single rune?" He whispered with a puzzled expression.
"That wasn't a technique. That was a decree."
Another whispered in awe.
The murmurs stopped mocking.
They started wondering.
At the center of it all, Fad stood unmoved, chest forward, prison cloth rippling, hand glowing faintly with residue from the spellwork.
He didn't speak.
He didn't smirk.
He just watched.
Listening as some praised him, a very powerful weapon against his family, and some wishing to spit on him.
But of course he didn't care, he was here to create some scene, and this was just the beginning of it.
"I suggest you call the sect leader now, if you want things to continue running smoothly here!" He commanded to the second disciple who was on the other side of the barrier, who charged towards the sect main hall immediately!
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