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Celestial Rise
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I felt a sudden rush of dizziness as my body uncontrollably plummeted through the time-space tunnel, the sound of whistling wind roaring in my ears.
When I finally regained my senses, I realized I was falling rapidly toward Misty Peak.
At that moment, the annual and highly prestigious competition for the position of Master of the Flying Immortal Palace was taking place atop Misty Peak.
On the competition stage, two candidates were locked in a fierce battle, their Inner Strength reaching a boiling point. They stood facing each other, their palms aligned, energy swirling around them, their garments fluttering dramatically.
In my panic, I flailed my arms in the air, my heart racing with urgency, completely oblivious to the critical duel unfolding below.
All I could see were people beneath me, and I thought to myself that I needed to aim for someone to cushion my fall, hoping to avoid landing in a heap and looking foolish.
So, I hurtled down at an alarming speed toward the two fighters.
With a loud thud, I landed heavily on top of them.
In that instant, it felt as if I had been struck by a powerful electric current; my entire body tingled. Immediately afterward, a wave of scorching energy surged into my dantian like a tidal wave, causing chaos within my internal flow.
My eyes widened in terror and confusion as I struggled to comprehend what had just happened.
By sheer accident, I had absorbed the profound Inner Strength of both masters and had unwittingly become the victor of the Flying Immortal Palace competition.
The onlookers gasped in shock, mouths agape. Then they knelt on one knee and exclaimed, “The Master’s skills are unparalleled! With just one move of Celestial Ascendance, they have defeated their opponents. We are in awe!”
I listened to their cheers, my face burning with embarrassment as I stood awkwardly in place, unsure of how to position my hands and feet.
The steward of the Flying Immortal Palace, An Zhao, hurriedly began preparing a celebration banquet for me. He acted with remarkable efficiency, swiftly directing everyone to set up the venue and prepare the delicacies.
Watching all of this unfold, I couldn't help but marvel at the ancient people's remarkable ability to accept reality.
They seemed unconcerned about where I had mysteriously appeared from; they simply revered me because I had demonstrated great power.
It seemed that in this ancient world, strength truly spoke volumes—whoever had the strongest fists could become the figure of admiration for all.
With a mix of apprehension and anticipation, I slowly took my seat at the head of the banquet.
Below me, the followers were in high spirits, beginning to sing and dance joyfully.
In the Flying Immortal Palace, women held a remarkably high status; elders, protectors, envoys, and other high-ranking officials were all women without exception.
Meanwhile, those serving tea and attending to others were all men. Moreover, these men were not eunuchs; each one was handsome enough to be described as "beautiful as a flower."
As I sat in my elevated position, my gaze swept over these men, and I couldn't help but think that their situation was quite precarious among such fierce women.
Just like the performance I was witnessing at that moment, all the dancers on stage were delicate-looking men.
They moved gracefully with light steps, but their appearance was somewhat difficult for me to accept. They twirled handkerchiefs gently and occasionally threw flirtatious glances upward.
I sat there, leaning back slightly, my brows furrowed, and an unnatural expression on my face.
After all, I was a normal woman. Although I loved handsome men, I found it hard to adapt to such a pretentious one at the moment.
"Master, are you satisfied with the performance?"
An Zhao stepped forward with small strides, bowing slightly as he asked softly.
He had previously referred to me as Tonglao according to palace customs, but I simply couldn't bear being called "old lady" all day long.
The thought of being called Tonglao was already bad enough; the idea that someone might call me "grandma" made me feel anxious.
I frowned and waved my hands repeatedly, speaking firmly, "I don't even have a son, so how could I be a grandma? At my strong request, An Zhao has instructed everyone to call me Master. Master, Master, more like a princess..."
I lifted my chin slightly, trying to maintain the demeanor of Tianshan Tonglao, but inside I was conflicted about how to express myself.
Seeing this, An Zhao stepped closer and gently asked, "Master, what do you want to say?"
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