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
That morning, as dawn hesitated in its arrival, the sunlight softly danced on the eastern horizon, and the usually tranquil village was jolted awake. The silence was shattered by the pounding of heavy, rhythmic footsteps echoing between the stone walls and thatched roofs. Anxious and curious, the villagers peered from behind windows and doors, their eyes fixated on the approaching entourage.It was no ordinary troop. Leading the line with a piercing gaze and an air of intimidation was Goba, the infamous leader of the Third Leg Sect. His followers, emanating a sense of ruthlessness, shouted, "Clear the way or face the consequences!" Promptly, everyone made room for them.This wasn't their first display of dominance; they had been causing disturbances in nearby villages and were now nearing the village closest to the Sun Treading Sect's stronghold.They were merely an hour away from their destination.Goba, with his black coat billowing behind him, marched with an air of command, his ey
Goba's steps staggered on the dusty road to the Third Leg Sect headquarters, his body resembling a war-torn canvas, covered in scars and dried blood. Each step felt like a struggle against heavy chains, his breathing ragged, as if fighting a strong wind."Shit! Damn Klucas!" he cursed.Never in his worst nightmares had Goba imagined being defeated by Lucas, the despised son-in-law of the Stromwind family, known as the family's scum. This defeat was a deep personal affront, especially since Lucas had once led Goba astray. As the sect leader, his pride was utterly shattered."This can't be..." Goba muttered, refusing to accept reality, his mind replaying the recent battle.For him, as the leader of the Third Leg Sect, this defeat was more than a physical wound; it was a deep blow to his pride and dignity.Arriving at the familiar large gate of the headquarters, Goba let out a long sigh. In front of the gate, a figure appeared to be waiting. A sense of foreboding washed over Goba, his ha
A heavy overcast sky loomed ominously over the Sun Treading Sect. That day, the air was thick with the weight of unresolved mysteries.Lucas, his gaze sharp and intense, emerged from the interrogation room. His expression was one of deep seriousness, reflecting the gravity of their inquiry. They had just finished questioning the girl responsible for bringing the drink to the Sun Treading Sect leader, a drink that was under suspicion of being poisoned.Beside him, Ame, who bore a similar expression of frustration, seemed equally disappointed with the outcome of the interrogation."Are you certain the girl who brought the drink was unaware of anything suspicious?" Lucas inquired. He had already surmised as much, but the grim look on Ame's face compelled him to seek confirmation."Yes, I conducted a thorough examination. There's absolutely no evidence implicating her," Ame responded with certainty.This confirmed that the girl, a disciple of the Sun Treading Sect, was merely a messenger,
In the vast field, tranquility was shattered only by the labored breathing of the combatants. The thick air, heavy with the residue of battle, hung oppressively, suffocating those within it. Amidst this stifling silence, Lucas stood, his body battered and adorned with wounds. His skin glistened with a mixture of sweat and blood. His piercing eyes, unwavering, were locked onto his adversary, Yellow Mouse.The disparity in their strengths was evident. This was no equal contest."Damn it, Yellow Rat, what's your body made of?" Lucas exclaimed in frustration, noting how the heat fog seemed to have no effect on his opponent."My skin is tougher than yours, Lucas. I'm not delicate like you," Yellow Rat retorted, hinting at Lucas' vulnerability."Yes, I know. You're a rat," Lucas sneered, attempting to unnerve Yellow Rat, but to no avail. Yellow Rat simply laughed in response.With a mocking glint in his eye, Yellow Rat clicked his tongue. "You're stubborn, Lucas," he said hoarsely, "but this
Amidst the serenity surrounding the Stromwind mansion, an unexpected commotion broke the silence. The gilded wheels of a horse-drawn carriage creaked loudly as it halted right in front of the gates of the stately home, signaling an unanticipated arrival.Emanating from the intricately carved carriage were members of the Shadowblade Family, renowned as one of the most influential families in the city of Jade Valley. The Shadowblade patriarch, projecting a friendly demeanor, greeted Patriarch Stromwind. "Patriarch Stromwind, it's a pleasure to meet you." His smile was affable, but his eyes betrayed a cunning sharpness, reminiscent of a fox concealing malevolent intentions.Lucas' father-in-law, albeit perplexed, extended a handshake to the visitor, wondering about the reasons behind this sudden visit from one of the prominent families. In a society where five families held equal power, the direct visit of one patriarch to another's residence was indeed extraordinary.Luna, observing the