Lucas strides unsteadily, his feet barely making a sound on the cold tiles of his in-laws' house, where he had just returned from a long journey. He was in search of a rumored artifact, a quest undertaken not only by him but by others as well. However, like those before him, Lucas came back empty-handed.As Lucas entered the spacious living room, the echo of his steps announced his presence.His father-in-law was already there."How was it?" he asked."Father-in-law, I failed. There are no artifacts there," Lucas replied."I see," his father-in-law said, not with disappointment, but with a hint of regret. This had been Lucas's chance to make a name for himself in the cultivation world.Lucas had long been considered unworthy, and this journey was supposed to refute those rumors and restore some honor to the Stromwind family, tarnished by having a son-in-law deemed as 'trash'.Just then, a beautiful woman with flawless white skin entered the room. It was Luna, Lucas' wife, her presence
The wind blew gently, swirling among the green valley where the Sun Treading Sect resided, a sect that was not very large, but quite prosperous. In the distance, the mountains stood tall, silent witnesses to the tranquility that had long been the essence of the valley.However, that tranquility was abruptly disrupted. Clouds of dust billowed in the distance, and the rumbling of horses' hooves began to resonate, piercing the serene silence."All hands on deck! Today we will show the Sun Treading Sect that their days of glory are over!" shouted the leader of the invaders.Enter the Third Leg Sect, a rival faction on par with the Sun Treading Sect in strength, but recently known for its aggressive tactics. It was as if the Third Leg Sect had gained the support of a mysterious, powerful ally.At the forefront stood Goba, the notorious leader of the Third Leg Sect and the one who had earlier incited his followers. His eyes were sharp and cold, piercing through the air as if unraveling ever
At the edge of the city, where the wind carried a refreshingly distinctive scent, there was a residence that stood out from the rest. It was the home of the Ironfist family, a grand mansion that stood proudly, defying both time and weather with its walls built from unique boulders. Each stone was intricately carved with symbols that narrated the family's storied history—emblems of the strength and resilience that had coursed through their bloodline for generations.Inside this imposing house, in a spacious room filled with meticulously selected furniture and walls adorned with paintings of ancestral figures, Lorrick Ironfist, the young master of the family, was deep in contemplation. "My technique stops here," he whispered to himself. Despite his many attempts, he had yet to advance to the next realm of martial arts.The room was softly illuminated by the glow of scented candles, aiding Lorrick's meditation. With his eyes closed and his brow furrowed, he seemed to be grappling with a
The wind rustled gently in the waning twilight, sending a chill that seeped deep into the bones. On the dusty streets, a woman limped along, her body marred with cuts and bruises. The sun set slowly, painting the sky in hues of orange and red, yet the woman had no time to admire its fading beauty.She was a disciple of the Treading Sun Sect, having narrowly escaped the turmoil that had erupted at her training grounds. "I need to get to the Stromwind family's house," she whispered to herself. Her sole objective was clear: to seek the Stromwind family's aid in saving her beleaguered sect, now teetering on the brink of collapse.But misfortune is not bound by time. Already injured, the woman soon faced a new threat. Her faltering steps halted as she encountered two bald, muscular men blocking her path. Recognizing that the scarred girl was a stranger in these parts, they saw an opportunity to exploit her vulnerability.They approached her with predatory smirks, eyes gleaming with opportu
That morning, in the tranquil pre-dawn silence yet to be disturbed by the sun's first light, Lucas awoke. As the dim light of dawn began to filter in, he meticulously straightened his traveling clothes, inspecting every seam and fold with careful attention.His gaze then fell on the black dagger, an extraordinary weapon he had acquired on his journey to the village. It was more than just a tool; it was a symbol of the perilous path he had chosen.Ame was the name of the girl who had sought his help. She waited outside, her presence a silent testament to the urgency of her mission. The fate of her sect hinged on the assistance Lucas could provide."The sun will soon rise," Ame whispered, her voice tinged with reluctance but underscored by necessity. "We must depart now to reach the village near the Sun Treading Sect before nightfall."Lucas nodded in agreement, his resolve firm."Is there anything else you need to bring?" Lucas asked, and Ame shook her head in response.Lucas himself w
The afternoon sky cast a warm glow over the path Lucas and Ame traveled, their elongated shadows stretching across the ground. After an arduous journey, they had finally reached the Sun Treading Sect, a modest-sized institution safeguarded by the family of Lucas's father-in-law. Nestled behind verdant trees, this sect was distinguished by its exclusively female discipleship.Lucas, with his robust stature and serene demeanor, entered the compound. His appearance, as the sole man amidst a throng of female students, instantly sparked a flurry of surprise. Whispers and intrigued glances trailed his every move, marking him as an enigma in this unfamiliar territory."Eh? A man?"Some disciples harbored apprehension, having recently faced troublesome encounters with men, notably from the aggressive Third Leg Sect.However, the arrival of Ame alongside Lucas swiftly dispelled their wariness. Ame, recognized as one of the sect member accompanied Lucas, signaling his benign intentions.The mur
In the shroud of a dark and mysterious night, Lucas sat silently, concealed among the towering branches of an ancient tree. He remained motionless, his trained eyes intently surveying the scene below with extraordinary focus. Earlier, Lucas had outpaced his target, tadoi, and inadvertently discovered this secluded location.Below him, the area was bathed in a hushed stillness, occasionally disrupted by subtle movements inside a tent positioned not far from his perch. The dim glow from torches flickering around the tent served as beacons, revealing the presence of the Third Leg Sect's headquarters—or possibly one of its nearby camps. Regardless, their presence here indicated they were on a mission.Lucas exhaled softly, the cold night air filling his lungs. "They seem to have bigger plans," he murmured, pondering the implications of a remote sect establishing a camp in the vicinity of another. As he watched, his gaze sharp and calculating, he noted the guards' movements. They patrolled
That night, the breeze whispered softly, piercing the thick silence of the wilderness. Behind a dark curtain, a secret lurked: the headquarters of the Third Leg Sect. The name was odd, yet its peculiarity paled in comparison to the malevolent aura that enveloped the souls of its adherents.Inside a dimly lit chamber, Goba, the sect leader, appeared tense and irate. His sharp eyes glinted off the glass, mirroring the tempest of fury within him. Clutched in his hand was a letter, the contents of which had ignited his volatile emotions."Four days... four days without a word!" he barked, his voice rough with fury. "And now, you bring news of their demise?"In the room's shadowy corner, several figures garbed in black stood rigidly, their heads bowed, avoiding direct eye contact with their formidable leader. Among them, a particularly seasoned member mustered the courage to step forward."Master, the outcome was unforeseen. We faced an unexpectedly formidable adversary," he said, his voic