Zhi Hao knew that if he stayed there, there would only be insults to him. Even though he was annoyed and furious, it wouldn't change anything. "If I act impulsively, it will only lead me to destruction. Who will help, father? The clan? That's absolutely impossible." in his heart he thought as he took a step away. Zhi Hao clenched his jaw, trying to suppress the anger burning in his chest. With every word Xiao Bei sprinkled, it was like acid that eroded his heart and self-esteem. He knew very well that every minute he spent in that place would only increase his suffering. "You are nothing more than trash at our feet!" shouted Xiao Bei in a voice full of disdain. The voice blared in Zhi Hao's ears, piercing into his tired soul. Bang! One kick is fired. Xiao Bei's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as he watched Zhi Hao stagger from his kick. "Go away, before I make you even more humiliated!" Xiao Bei exclaimed, pushing Zhi Hao with his foot. Zhi Hao felt blood trickle down the corner

"Wi Rang, enough!" shouted the figure who came down from the tree branch, while stroking the big head of the black tiger which was snoring softly. His eyes then fell on Zhi Hao, with a sharp and mysterious gaze, he asked, “Son of Man, how did you end up here?”With wide eyes, Zhi Hao returned the gaze. "Is this place not part of the Human world?" he said, his trembling voice betraying his fear and confusion. In his mind, he recalled a legend he had read in the Clan Library—about a hidden world, barely bordering on the real world. A legend he never thought would come true."Ah, you are in the Soft Realm," Wi Dung sighed, as if it was hard to explain. "This place is a circle of Magical Creatures, not for humans like you.""But, old man, I see no difference between us!" Zhi Hao protested in a firm tone."Indeed, physically we may be similar," Wi Dung nodded slowly, the evening sun reflecting off his twinkling eyes with meaning. "But what separates us is the line of nature; we are confin

Every time dawn breaks, Zhi Hao stands tall at the top of Mount Qianlong, where the air is still clear of the noise of the world. His right leg was tied tightly to a pine tree branch that grew on the edge of the cliff, while his body floated in the air, depending only on the strength of the rope and his body's balance. His eyes were closed, his breathing evenly following the natural rhythm of his surroundings. The mountain wind blew gently, challenging the stability of his body which was already at its limit.In the afternoon, after performing a series of physical exercises that had been prescribed by the Heaven Crushing Scripture, Zhi Hao returned to the same peak. This time, sweat dripped down his tense face, showing how hard his training had been. His left leg was now tied, and he was hanging upside down, facing the sky which was starting to turn orange as the sun set. Every movement is a struggle, every breath is an effort to maintain focus and balance.Zhi Hao bit his lip when th

The faces of the Fu Clan followers who had just returned looked pale and exhausted, as if they were carrying unstoppable bad news."Why did you come home with Lesu?" The Fu Clan Leader looked at the people who returned. "Where is Fu Yao?""Master Yao was killed." one of them, breathlessly, reported the incident that left everyone speechless in fear and confusion."What?" Fu Tao stood up in shock. "How could it be, he is a master tactician, defeating Wi Dar is not a problem for himMoreover, his cultivation is quite high too.""Sir, we have fought as hard as we can. The fight against Elder Wi Dar was tough, but we were able to overcome it. We are almost in complete control," said one of the followers in a trembling voice.However, just as their confidence reached its peak, the situation suddenly changed drastically. "But, when we thought we were close to winning, a mysterious person came. He appeared unexpectedly, with extraordinary speed and strength falling from the sky."Fu Tao, the

The night enveloped Wi Village in darkness, like a woven cloth decorated with the whisper of the wind and the rhythmic chirping of crickets.Several villagers patrolled, their footsteps muffled by the dew-wet ground, moving silently in the darkness.Among them is Wi Pek, an old man with ears sharper than an eagle. His sense of hearing picked up a sound - a low, deep and resonant hum, coming from the shadows beyond the rice fields.Wi Pek's eyes, although clouded by the fog of age, radiated a spark of alertness. he recognized the voice instantly. It was Wi Rang, the black tiger, Wi Dung's pet.Wi Rang, despite his wild blood, was raised in Wi Village since he was a tiger cub. He bears the surname Wi, proof of his acceptance in society, even though his lineage is different.The patrol stopped, their breaths caught in their chests.Wi Rang emerged from the darkness, a majestic silhouette under the moonlit sky. It was a creature of great power, its black fur gleaming like polished obsidi