After the loud crash, the heavens quaked. Which explains the troop sent from above to fetch the teen.

ZhiYuan side-glanced the troop, looking a little cross. His eldest disciple still laid flat on the battle floor, not intending to stand up. His body trembled, eyes tightly shut. Zhao Lu Jing Chen was embedded next to its owner.

Shui ZhouYe burned with such fury and rage, but fearful to take the initiative towards the wounded boy wielding Zhen Ding Lang Jian. Half the elders cowered to the side, trying to distance themselves from the dangerous boy. Thankfully the seats on side of the hall that got blown up was empty.

Zhen Ding Lang Jian kept pouring spiritual power out of its blade, the power concentrated on his wounds, closing and healing it in few seconds. After the wound fully healed, the sword stopped emitting powers.

Xiao Er stared blankly at the hole he created, failing to notice the troop approaching him. Only after he was only ten feet apart from the troop did he notice them.

The young man leading the troop inched closer to him, his hand holding a spear that stood roughly his own height. "Are you the one who pulled out The Resounding Blade?" He inquired, the answer was obvious.

"The Resounding what?" Xiao Er asked, puzzled.

"The sword you are holding now." He pointed, with a hint of mock.

Someone stepped in between the two and hit the back of the young man's hand with a fan. "Please don't get your hands into this matter. This is the sea, not the sky. You celestials couldn't just stick your nose in this matter, could you?"

The young man rubbed his sore hand and spoke with a clear tone, "His Majesty The Jade Emperor demands of Your Greatness' return. As well the one who unsheathed the sword."

"I don't want to." ZhiYuan sneered. "I'm taking this child back to the Frosted Nightfall Sect [Shuang Ru Ye Pai].

Hearing the words from his master, Quan Song whom still laid down on the floor groaned and raised both his arms in surrender.

"This command is coming from the highest sky." The young man rubbed his temples.

"This is currently at the Eastern Sea Palace. Know your place."

Shui ZhouYe silently vomited blood, 'You ruined my palace, taking away that child, and causing a mess. You still dare to use my Eastern Sea Palace as an excuse?! How shameless! Shameless!!'

"Please, this subordinate beg for Shui Shi to be cooperative for this once. His Majesty The Jade Emperor is—"

"Fine!" ZhiYuan grumbled. He turned around, and glanced at Xiao Er. "The matter should be finished in time less than five incenses!"

"Thank you very much Shui Shi." He bowed and saluted the Water Master.

The trip to the Heaven, how do you describe it... was rather quick. The young man knocked the base of his spear to the floor three times and in a flash of light, they all disappeared.

A second later, they had teleported into the heavenly court. The troop dispersed and took a place of their own on the side. ZhiYuan muttered something under his breath and glaring at the carpeted floor beneath his feet. Quan Song, after realizing that he wasn't in the Eastern Sea Palace anymore quickly stood up only to lose his balance and fell again. His sword was back to its scabbard on his belt.

Xiao Er glanced at his surrounding nervously, his palms started to sweat. On the other end of the carpeted aisle, sat a man on golden throne placed at least five feet high, looking like domineering the whole world from his seat. On the side of the aisle, rows of seats were occupied with deities and gods of all sorts.

The two youths bowed their heads in respect, only the Water Master didn't. He nodded a little, but merely just to acknowledge the ruler of the place.

"Er Lang, I believe that you had known why you are summoned here?"

The voice reached the corners of the court, calm yet a little humble. Hearing the way he was addressed by the Jade Emperor, Xiao Er couldn't help but to flinch visibly.

No one had called him Er Lang for three years. His name died the same day his family faded from existence. He went around as Xiao Er, not Er Lang. So, how did the God know his real name?

"Your Majesty, this humble me ask only one thing. Could Your Majesty please tell what this humble person had done for he is being summoned here?" Xiao Er cupped his hand and bowed once more, his calm composure started to disappear as time ticked.

The court was silent, but the spiritual aura there was simply too overwhelming. The master and disciple pair who were also brought there with him refused to open their mouths or do anything, making the situation worse than it should be.

"Er Lang, the sword you possessed was one of the legendary weapons humanity ever created. Its name was The Resounding Blade. However, I see that you've changed its name into Zhen Ding Lang Jian." He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"The matter is, the sword had sealed itself for five hundred years. It refuse anyone who tried to claim it or unsheathe it. You being able to pull it out meant that the seal is broken."

"Please get into the point, Your Majesty." ZhiYuan interrupted impatiently. His disciple glared at his master's act, but only able to sigh for he couldn't do anything at all.

"I intend to appoint you as the new water deity, to join the ranks of the celestials."

"I'm afraid that I have to disagree with Your Majesty." ZhiYuan rejected, and few deities serving there as the witnesses murmured to each other among themselves. Some of them even wore a disappointed or angry expression.

"May I have the pleasure knowing why?"

The Water Master stomped his feet, the sound echoing in the room. "I, wish for young Er to stay as my disciple. Letting him ascend would mean that he lost the chance to get in the Frosted Nightfall Sect."

"That shouldn't be worried, the wish will be granted as Shui Shi wanted. For now, let's hear what Er Lang had in mind."

First of all, if you all could stop calling me Er Lang, I'd be grateful. Secondly, why I had to be dragged into this sorts of matter! Let me live calmly!!

But Xiao Er didn't utter the two thoughts in his mind. Instead, he said, "It'll be a great pleasure to this humble me to join the celestial ranks."

And then, that day, he officially became a deity. A novice water deity, under the tutelage of great ZhiYuan Shui Shi.

"The day must be long and tiring for you, no?" Quan Song said, voice carrying a gentle tone like a mother's.

"Let's see... duel, getting stabbed, blowing up the palace, summoned to the heavenly court, being a god. That's not much, but add something into the mess and I can guarantee that I will explode." Xiao Er dragged his legs as the two walked upstairs to the sect.

Quan Song laughed, helping him to stand properly. "Your real name is Er Lang, why change it into Xiao Er?"

"It's... It's what my family and everyone called me before I got into the palace. They all...died."

"Oh... I see..."

After a moment of silence, Xiao Er asked again. "Where is Shui Shi?"

"Teleported to the palace to apologise and compensate for the chaos we created, might also fix the palace."

Xiao Er winced at the mention of the hole he created. "Sorry...."

"Nah, not your fault at all. Let that damned master of mine took all the responsibility for everything."

"You seem... detest him?"

Quan Song stopped walking, and Xiao Er worried that he might said something wrong before he realized that the former took a deep breath and went ranting:

"Of course I detest him! He went around, taking in all young boys and girls he saw and he liked to the sect and left them all under my care! Before you, I already have to take care all thirty nine! With you, the children I need to babysit will be forty! If I didn't stop him going around, who knows how many I need to care?? Thank God I managed to convince him only leaving for annual meeting at most! I'm in charge of all my Shidis and Shimeis! He always laze around, worrying not a single thing at all!"

He panted as he finished the strings of words, before taking in another deep breath as if he wanted to continue complaining further.

"I promise I'll be a good Shidi, I won't burden you, Quan Shi-Xiong." He quickly said to save his ears, which failed.

"Good! If you needed to be taken care of like those brats, I'm quitting this damned sect! Who cares!"

And the series of complaining continued until they reached the sect.