Quantum Immortal

As Wuji turned toward the voice calling his name, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd. It was Zhao Kai, the young man from the Frozen Lake Sect, whom Wuji had encountered years ago in the Serpentwood Forest. Back then, Zhao Kai's face had been sharp and calm, his demeanor composed, and by his side had been Yang Rui, the fair-skinned girl with long, flowing hair tied back in a simple braid.

Now, Zhao Kai looked older, his features more defined, his presence exuding the strength of a seasoned cultivator. He was 19 years old now, but his calm and focused gaze remained the same.

"Brother Wuji!" Zhao Kai repeated, a warm smile crossing his face as he approached.

Wuji returned the smile, stepping forward. "Brother Zhao, it's been a long time. It's good to see you again."

Zhao Kai nodded, eyes flickering with recognition of the boy he had met in the forest years ago. "Likewise, Brother Wuji. You've grown."

Wuji glanced around, his gaze searching for a familiar face. "Where is Yang Rui?" he asked, remembering Zhao Kai's companion from their first encounter.

"Ah, she's in the sect, preparing for her breakthrough to the second level of the Qi Gathering realm," Zhao Kai replied with a small chuckle. "She's been focused on her cultivation, so she didn't join me for the exams this time."

Wuji nodded, understanding the commitment required at that stage of cultivation. "I see. And what about your own progress, Brother Zhao? Last we met, you and Yang Rui were searching for herbs to aid your breakthrough."

Zhao Kai's expression brightened. "I've had no major problems since then. I'm now at the third level of the Qi Gathering realm," he said with a hint of pride. "The Serpentwood Forest provided what I needed, and the breakthrough went smoothly."

Wuji's eyes gleamed with interest. "The third level of Qi Gathering... impressive. You've made great strides, Brother Zhao."

Zhao Kai waved a hand dismissively. "Progress comes with time and effort. Speaking of which, how have you been? Have you been preparing for the sect exams all this time?"

Wuji smiled faintly, choosing his words carefully. "I've been traveling, learning all I can about this world, and trying to understand cultivation better. I haven't yet started cultivating Qi myself, but I'm eager to see if I have the potential."

Zhao Kai nodded thoughtfully, his gaze lingering on Wuji. After their encounter in Serpentwood Forest, Zhao had been impressed by Wuji's analytical mind, his courage, and the way he carried himself despite his young age. There had been something about Wuji, something that told Zhao this boy was destined for greatness.

Now, standing before him again, Zhao Kai felt the same. He wasn't sure whether Wuji had spiritual roots or not, but he had a strong feeling that this young man was bound for power. Even if Wuji didn't have the potential for cultivation, Zhao believed it would still be worth maintaining a connection with him. Wuji's sharp mind alone could make him a valuable ally in the future.

"I'm sure you'll do well in the exams, Brother Wuji," Zhao said encouragingly. "You've always had a certain... presence about you. Regardless of the outcome, it will be interesting to see how far your journey takes you."

"Thank you," Wuji said, appreciating the confidence Zhao had in him. He wasn't sure if his spiritual roots would allow him to cultivate, but hearing Zhao's words gave him an extra boost of determination.

Zhao Kai smiled. "Come, let me show you around Silverbrook City. It's been a while since I've had company here, and I'd like to introduce you to one of the best dining spots in the city—the Golden Lotus Pavilion."

Wuji's eyes lit up at the mention of the restaurant. "I've heard about it. It's the most popular place in the city, isn't it?"

"Indeed," Zhao Kai confirmed with a nod. "Let's have dinner there. It's on me."

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Later that evening, Wuji and Zhao Kai arrived at the Golden Lotus Pavilion, a grand restaurant known for its opulent décor and fine cuisine. The place was buzzing with life, filled with nobles, cultivators, and merchants. The scent of rich dishes and exotic spices filled the air, and the warm glow of lanterns cast a soft light across the space.

They were seated at a table near the window, giving them a view of the bustling street outside. A waiter brought out a series of dishes—steamed buns, roasted duck, and delicate plates of fish and vegetables, all carefully prepared with the finest ingredients.

As they began eating, the conversation flowed naturally between them.

"Have you visited many places in the past two years?" Zhao Kai asked between bites.

"Quite a few," Wuji said, taking a sip of tea. "I wanted to experience the world before the sect exams. Green Willow City, Serpentwood Forest, and other small towns along the way. I've learned a lot about this world, its people, and the importance of power in cultivation."

Zhao Kai nodded, his face thoughtful. "Traveling broadens the mind. It's good that you've taken the time to explore. Many young cultivators rush straight into sects without understanding the world around them."

Wuji smiled. "It seemed necessary. This world has its own rules, and I want to be prepared. I've met many rogue cultivators, but it's clear that without proper guidance and resources, they struggle. The sects are where true power can be cultivated."

"True," Zhao agreed, cutting a piece of roasted duck. "The sects provide the techniques, the resources, and the environments needed to reach one's full potential. That's why the sect exams are so important. But the competition will be fierce."

Wuji glanced out the window, deep in thought. "I know. But I'm ready for it. This is my chance to finally cultivate Qi, to truly understand the power that flows through this world."

Zhao Kai smiled, sensing the determination in Wuji's voice. "You have the right mindset. It's not just about strength—it's about understanding. And once you understand the true nature of Qi, the rest will follow."

They continued to eat, their conversation drifting from cultivation techniques to more trivial matters, sharing stories of their travels and experiences. Despite the gap in their age and cultivation levels, they spoke as equals—two individuals on their own paths, but with a shared respect for the journey ahead.

After finishing their meal, the two stepped out into the cool night air, the city glowing under the light of the moon and street lanterns. The evening was calm, the streets quieter than during the day, with only a few passersby making their way through the city.

"Thank you for the meal, Brother Zhao," Wuji said, bowing slightly. "It was a good evening."

"It was my pleasure," Zhao Kai replied with a grin. "I'll be around the exam grounds in the coming days, so if you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out. I'm here to help conduct the exams, after all."

Wuji nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Until then, good night."

"Good night, Brother Wuji," Zhao said with a wave before turning and heading toward the quarters where the Frozen Lake Sect disciples were staying.

As Wuji made his way back to his inn, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the encounter. Zhao Kai had been a good ally in the past, and it seemed that their paths were fated to cross once again. Now, with the exams looming, Wuji's mind turned back to the one thing that had been on his mind since he arrived in Silverbrook City—his spiritual roots.

Tomorrow, his journey toward the sect exams would begin in earnest, and with it, the next chapter of his life as a cultivator.