Zhi Hao immersed himself in deep meditation, his determination firm to venture into the Ring World. With his eyes closed and breathing evenly, he thought, "This is really real!" Curiosity aroused, but he was still not sure whether it was only his spirit that felt this or whether his entire physical body was also involved.
In a meditative state, Zhi Hao came to the armory hidden in the Qianlong Residence. with hands shaking with anticipation, he opened the dusty old chest and selected a bow. "If I had to fight them alone," he muttered under his breath, "I would have to pick a head target from a distance with this arrow." With a deep breath, Zhi Hao imagined himself moving. When he opened his eyes, reality exceeded expectations—he was actually in the room where he was staying temporarily. However, the bigger surprise was, the bow he previously held was still in his grasp, as if refusing to be abandoned. Qianlong Bracelet, seeming to sense Zhi Hao's astonishment, said in a mysterious tone, "You shouldn't be too surprised. there are many other wonders that you have not yet uncovered from this ring." The sound of the Qianlong Bracelet flows gently, as if dancing in the air. In the middle of the dark and silent night, Zhi Hao took his smooth, soundless steps. He used the Lightning Technique, a secret method contained in the Heaven Crushing Scripture, allowing him to move without making a single sound. The dark and silent atmosphere adds mystery to its movements hidden in the dark. Zhi Hao arrives at the Wi Dung residence, a remote and rarely visited place. When he entered the courtyard, Wi Rang, the dashing guardian tiger, suddenly growled. His instincts as a wild animal were triggered by the uninvited presence of humans. However, when their eyes met, Wi Rang recognized Zhi Hao. His feelings changed from alert to calm. “Wi Rang, can you take me to the Fu Clan?” Zhi Hao asked gently while stroking the big tiger's head. wi Rang, who now felt relieved and familiar with Zhi Hao's presence, lowered his body, giving a signal for Zhi Hao to climb on his back. That night, the two of them glided through the darkness, leaving the Wi Dung residence for the Fu Clan. * That night, the sky above the Fu Clan was dark and heavy with the promise of bloodshed. The candlelight from the stockade illuminated the tense but determined faces of the advancing troops. Fu Tao, their leader, stood at the front of the line with a straight posture and eyes burning with resentment. "Remember," said Fu Tao in a firm and deep voice, "our mission tonight is not just to attack, but to destroy. The Wi clan must feel what they have done to our sister, Fu Yao." The cold night wind hit the warriors' faces as they nodded firmly, understanding the task at hand. one of them, a young man with a serious face and a hand already used to a sword, stepped forward slightly. “Patriarch,” his voice was low but clear over the howling wind, “what about Wi Dar, elder of the Wi Clan?” Fu Tao stared at the young man, his eyes radiating deep hatred but also calculation. "Wi Dar must not be touched. He is the only one we must let live," he answered in a tone that showed no room for rebuttal. “Take him, but make sure he doesn't die.” "Understood, Patriarch!" shouted the young man, his voice echoing among the fortress walls, followed by nods from the other warriors. a signal was given, and with unison, the Fu Clan troops began to move, leaving behind the fort that had been a silent witness to their carefully laid plans of retaliation. They drove into the darkness of the night. ** In the middle of the quiet and overcast journey, a shout echoed through the silence, “Patriarch, there is a message!” The scream seemed to convey urgent bad news. Wi Zhong, who was sitting upright on his warhorse, frowned, as if he felt the wind carrying the scent of bloodshed. "Read it!" he ordered in a firm and authoritative voice, stopping the entire group consisting of loyal guards and several advisors. The guard who had shouted earlier, while still panting for breath, held out a tightly sealed letter. He opened the seal and read out the contents of the letter in a trembling voice, "Wi Village has been attacked by the Fu Clan, please return the Patriarch quickly!" Hearing that, Wi Zhong's face paled for a moment, then flushed with anger. "That bastard Fu Tao looked for opportunities in my absence. He's crazy! Quicken the pace!” he shouted, his voice containing a mixture of anger and despair. Without waiting any longer, he spurred his warhorse, leaving dust billowing in his wake. His bodyguards and advisors quickly followed, matching the patriarch's pace, forming one long line swiftly across the path. "Yes Patriarch," they said in unison, their voices full of determination, knowing that every second was precious and the fate of Wi Village depended on their speed. *** At a quiet intersection, Zhi Hao felt the wind rustle through his hair, at that moment, the Black Tiger named Wi Rang let out a loud, resounding growl. "What's wrong, Wi Rang?" Zhi Hao stroked the tiger's head gently. However, Wi Rang only mumbled incoherently. Zhi Hao was anxious, his eyes following Wi Rang's gaze, who was fixated on the darkness in front of them, as if aware that there was danger lurking. “Use Spirit Power to probe the surroundings! Only then can you know where the attack will come from!” a mysterious voice that Zhi Hao assumed came from the bracelet on his wrist, Qianlong, infiltrated his mind. Despite his doubts, Zhi Hao entrusted his fate to that whisper. Taking a deep breath, he gathered all the spiritual power that he had been training as a continuation of honing his physical strength. With full concentration, Zhi Hao's Spirit power spread out in all directions, scouting out the invisible enemy approaching in the silence of the night. At that time, Zhi Hao felt the movement of quite a large army, he couldn't determine how many there were. But it's definitely quite a lot. Zhi Hao jumped onto the tree and prepared for the scenario at hand. “Damn it, they actually attacked first. if I stop them here, it would be the same as giving up my life. Then what should I do?” Previously he planned to use the Halimun Technique and shoot only the strong people in Fu Village. But now that plan has to be dashed, just evaporated because of the changing situation. Black tiger, Wi Rang, comes home at Zhi Hao's previous request.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
The series of sounds of weapons sounded terrifying, accompanied by screams of pain, death and agony from the injuries suffered.The Wi Clan people were very weak now, they were retreating slowly, even Wi Dung who was the leader lost one arm, while the Black Tiger was growling, there were several stab wounds on his body. but many of the enemy were also injured. especially after the arrival of Zhi Hao to help with an arrow from behind. Now that Zhi Hao was on the front line, he couldn't let the Fu Clan run rampant. "Young man, were you the one who killed my little brother?" Fu Tao asked, looking at the unwavering Zhi Hao. "Is the person you mean, the person who only has one eye?" Zhi Hao asked. He didn't really want to answer, but in order to buy time for the Patriarch of the Wi Clan to come, he had to speak. with his current strength, he wasn't sure he could defeat all of them who were actually at the average Earth level.Zhi Hao was informed by Wi Dung that the Patriarch of the Wi C
Zhi Hao was annoyed and tired. Every day, from dawn to dusk, he swung his sword thousands of times in his spacious backyard, hoping that there would be progress in his abilities. However, each time, all he felt was deep fatigue and mounting frustration. His body was sweaty, his muscles tensed, but his skills remained in the same place. In the silence of the night, Zhi Hao sat pensively by the pool. The reflection of his face in the pool water showed a look of deep disappointment. "Being the first son should bring blessings, but mewill only be a source of disappointment," he muttered softly. Shame haunted every corner of his mind, especially when he remembered the ridicule and insults he often received because he was considered weak. Zhi Hao took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in his heart. "Will my life continue like this, trapped in helplessness with no hope of growth?" he asked himself. He knew his family, especially his father, expected more from him. In his despair, Zh
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
In an instant, Zhi Hao contorted his body, dodging the incoming attack. When the opponent's sword slashed towards his head, he nimbly rolled to the side, saving himself from the deadly attack. With a gasp, he quickly got up and ran through the dense forest. However, in his escape, his foot tripped over a wooden root sticking out of the ground, as if a trap rope had been waiting for him. Zhi Hao fell heavily, hearing mocking laughter from his opponent who witnessed the incident. "Hahaha, you're funny too, catching crickets, aren't you?" taunted his opponent in a mocking tone. Annoyance burned in Zhi Hao's chest. In a voice choked with anger, he replied, "What crickets, you damn thing!" he cursed loudly. His heart was in turmoil, shame and anger mixed into one. In the midst of the chaos, another figure suddenly appeared beside him. That person was carrying a gleaming sword, ready to attack. With quick reflexes, Zhi Hao drew his sword from his waist, his sharp eyes glaring at the unex
"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
"Elder, please forgive me for my audacity to ask. What is the meaning of 'semblance' you mentioned? I have never felt any hidden power within me either," said Zhi Hao in confusion."Follow me!" Elder Wi Dar's voice sounded mysterious. He then approached a Mirror and, with a dazzling step, penetrated it as if it were soft. Zhi Hao froze, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Come on in, don't hesitate." Uncertainty was clearly visible on Zhi Hao's face. Although confused as to how the Mirror could possibly be penetrated, he did not ask any further questions, determined to find the answer. "Maybe behind all this is hidden the secret of my strength. I have to get up, I can no longer feel like I'm useless," he thought with burning determination.With a new boost of courage, Zhi Hao took steady steps towards the Mirror. Quick as lightning, his world changed—he was now on an Island floating in the boundless sky."This place is the Tomb of the God of Destruction. "He left important notes and I am hi
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