A man in a black robe walked into the room, bowing respectfully. "Teacher, do you have any orders for us?"Nong Bai turned his head, his eyes narrowed. "Summon our core disciples. Prepare battle formations. We will help the Lin Clan… but with conditions. the promised treasure must be ours."The man nodded, then went to carry out the order. Nong Bai looked out the window again, his cold grin widening even more.“Zhi Hao… I wonder how strong the ‘Lightning Sword’ they are so proud of isIf you're that great, let's see if you can survive the Dark Shadow Sect."*Zhi Clan ResidenceMeanwhile, at the Zhi Clan residence, Zhi Hao sat in the backyard with Zhi Chan and Zhi Sang. They were discussing the events in the Secret Realm and their impact on the relations between the clans."Brother Hao," said Zhi Chan, "after what happened, you believe the Lin Clan or Wang Clan will just stop like that? They must be planning something."Zhi Hao smiled faintly. "Of course they won't stop. But this is ac
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
Wi Dar, with his tactics and courage, led the Wi Clan Troops in the middle of a tense battlefield. He gripped his sword tightly, fighting against the sudden wave of attacks from the Fu Clan. in the fierce battle, many of his brothers in arms died, and a deep sadness struck his heart when he saw Wi Village destroyed to pieces.On the other hand, Wi Dung, who was previously evacuating children and the elderly, now returned with burning eyes, ready to face the enemy. His strong figure entered the fighting arena, but his heart was immediately hit by a wound when he saw Wi Dar bleeding from Fu Yao's sword. gasping for breath, he shouted, "Elder!"At that moment, a shock occurred that cut his breath. A silhouette fell before Wi Dung's eyes. With sharp eyes, he examined and immediately recognized the figure who had long disappeared from his memory. "Isn't that Zhi Hao, the Human Child that I helped?" he whispered almost in disbelief. The aura emanating from Zhi Hao was no longer weak, but a