I stood on the stage across from an 18-year-old disciple from the Heavenly Pulse Sect. He was at the 9th Stage of Qi Gathering, looking down at me with a mix of annoyance and confusion.

  "Prince, with all due respect, you should go back to your nursery," the boy said, drawing a Spirit Sword.

  I stood there, trying to look as weak as possible. Okay, Lu Xian. Just take one hit, fall down, and cry. The 'Dullard' title will be yours forever.

  I prepared to "trip." But as I concentrated, a stray piece of dust from the ancient stage tickled my nose. My Origin Dao Body reacted instinctively to the irritation, drawing in a massive amount of surrounding Qi to protect my nasal passages.

  "A-choo!"

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  I didn't even use a technique. I just sneezed.

  A shockwave of pure, liquid Qi—the hallmark of the Qi Condensation Realm—exploded from my face. It hit the 18-year-old disciple like a runaway freight train. His sword shattered into 'Fine Grade' scrap metal, and he was sent flying off the stage, through the restaurant's reinforced walls, and into the city fountain across the street.

  The silence that followed was terrifying.

  "He... he used a Sound-Based Dao technique!" someone screamed.

  "No!" Lu Chenyi shouted from the balcony. "He used the 'Sneeze of the Primordial God'! He has reached such a high level of cultivation that even his involuntary bodily functions are 9★ Heaven-Grade attacks!"

  I stood on the stage, wiping my nose. I looked at the hole in the wall. I looked at the 'Heaven-Defying' elixir the referee was now frantically trying to hand me.

  I looked up at the Imperial Palace on the hill. I could almost hear my father, the Emperor, and my mothers laughing from miles away.

  I didn't even move my hands, I thought, my soul dying a little more. I just sneezed, and now I’m a Martial God. Is there no God in this world who wants to see me fail?!