The next morning. As people were starting to wake up and celebrate the sect meetings, Fei Han was already up sweeping the never ending leaves off the ground.
*swoosh, swoosh*
The leaves began to clear a path for the visitors.
A burly man, a gorgeous woman and a little boy supporting the woman knelt in front of the pagoda and facing Fei Han.
Fei Han looked at them once, and went back to work.
Wu Jing didn't want to bother Fei Han as he worked, so he intended to quietly wait, but as he lifted his head...
*Swoosh swoosh*
He opened his eyes and looked around him.
His wife and child weren't next to him, and instead of a pagoda, he was standing on iron anvil.
*Clang! CLang! CLAng!*
The sound of hitting metal grew closer. A huge hammer as big as the mountains appeared in the skies.
It slowly dropped down towards Wu Jing.
"GRrrrrraAHHHH!"
As soon as it hit him, instead of the expected blunt pain, it was painful burning of his entire being.
*CLANG! CLANG!*
With each strike being stronger than the last, he felt his soul screaming out.
'Something! Something is being taken away!'
When the hammer faded and his vision came back he looked at his hands quivering.
*Swoosh, swoosh*
"What!?"
Hearing the sound, he looked around, the scenery had returned back to pagoda.
Wu Jing looked over and saw his wife and child also come out from a trance.
He closed his eyes to sense something inside him.
"T-this is!"
His body was clearly worn out and had various illness, though they were never to the point of being life threatening.
His leg had a slight limp was now, in the best shape!?
"Did you also see it?" Wu Jing asked Hua hua.
However she responded with an answer that surprised him. "Saw what?"
"Y-you didn't see?"
*Tap, tap*
The sound of footsteps were coming closer.
"Esteemed guests, the competition will be starting soon, will you not go?"
Now that they have truly experienced it, they were sure of it. This man in front of them was truly, a GOD!
"Senior, we came here to give our thanks for helping our child... and now I give thanks for your help with my leg!"
*THUD*
or so it would have.
Wu Jing had planned on kowtowing to the ground with all his strength. But for someone of his level, it would leave cracks all over.
Just as he was planning on doing so, Fei Han said, "no need."
Thus suspending his head from the ground by and inch.
"If senior ever requires it, I, Wu Jing will follow your orders!"
"....I already told your son what he had to do to repay it. Ask him later."
Fei Han went back to sweeping as it was cut short by the starting of the competitions.
Hua hua stubbornly asked, "My son, would like your advice senior! How should he control the Heavenly flame?!"
Wu Jing felt that they should be lucky enough for their son to be cured, but in the end he also wanted the answer.
Fei Han didn't stop and said, "A spear."
Hua hua couldn't understand, but Wu Jing was starting to.
Hua hua asks once more, "Can senior explain."
"Your husband seems to know, let him explain."
Hua hua turned to her husband.
"...If I may senior, do you mean to say, we should use the spear as a medium? As the spear will concentrate the flames and draw them out to a direction rather than dispersing the power?"
"More or less."
"But senior, to be able to handle the heavenly flame, the materials needed would have to be something of equal value! Where would we-"
He suddenly remember something.
"Thank you senior for your guidance, we of the Wu family and the Weapons Sect will repay this favor!"
Wu Jing gets up and helps his wife up. "Lets go."
They walk.
"What do you mean husband? Where will you find the materials?"
Wu Er smiles, "I know!"
Hua hua was confused, "huh? Even Wu Er knows!?"
Wu Jing also smiles, "Where then?"
"The competition!"