The darkness of night enveloped the Five Elements Mountain when Jihan woke up drenched in sweat. It was that dream again-the same dream that had haunted him since they left the underground temple three days ago. In his dreams, he always saw the sadly smiling figure of his mother, standing at the edge of a cliff with an ancient scroll in her hand.
“Forgive mom, Jihan,” Li Wei always said in the dream. “But this is the only way...”Then Li Wei would jump into the abyss, taking the scroll with him. And each time, Jihan would wake up with a scream caught in her throat.
“Another nightmare?” Lin Mei's voice came from the corner of the cave where they were staying. The woman sat cross-legged, her eyes closed in meditation. Jihan nodded, knowing Lin Mei didn't see her. “I saw mom... and a scroll.” Lin Mei's eyes opened slowly. In the dim light of the campfire, her bi-colored irises-ice blue and fire red, exactly like Jihan's eyes now-flashed meaningfully. “The Second Scroll of Destiny,” she murmured. “So that's it...” “You know something?”Lin Mei rose from her meditation position, walking towards the mouth of the cave. Outside, the blizzard was still raging. “There are five ancient scrolls that hold the greatest secrets of the Guardians,” she began. “The First Scroll contains the early history of our power. Scroll Two holds a prophecy about the Anomaly-about you. The Third Scroll contains the ritual to awaken the Forbidden Guardians. The Fourth Scroll...”
“And the Fifth Scroll?” Jihan asked when Lin Mei was silent for too long. “No one knows the contents of the Fifth Scroll,” Lin Mei shook her head. “Not even the elders have seen it. All we have now is the Third Scroll-the one Kai Wen stole from the temple.” Jihan frowned. “But you said the scroll we took was the Five Elements Destiny Scroll?” “Yes, that's the other name,” Lin Mei turned to face her. “And Kai Wen let us get it on purpose.” “What? Why?” “Because...” Lin Mei hesitated for a moment, “...the ritual in the scroll requires the blood of the Anomaly. Your blood, Jihan.” Jihan felt her blood freeze. “So all this time...” “Yes. Our every move, every fight, even the awakening of your powers-all have been calculated by him.” Lin Mei sighed heavily. “Kai Wen may be crazy, but he's a genius at manipulating situations.” Rage began to stir within Jihan. The fire in his palm flared up involuntarily, while the dew around him froze into sharp ice. “We have to stop him!” “And we will,” Lin Mei soothed. “But first, you need to fully master your powers. Kai Wen was right about one thing-you're not ready to face him.” “Then what should I do?” Lin Mei smiled mysteriously. “Do you remember what Wei Zhang said about true strength?” “It's in the heart,” Jihan repeated her late teacher's words. “Exactly. But do you know what that means?”Before Jihan could answer, the ground beneath their feet shook violently. From the darkness outside the cave, came an inhuman roar.
“They found us,” Lin Mei cursed under her breath. “Sooner than I thought.” “Who?” “The Shadow Hunters-the loyal followers of Kai Wen.” Lin Mei took a stand. “They're different from ordinary Hunters. Kai Wen has given them some of his dark power.” Figures emerged from the blizzard-tall figures sheathed in black robes, with bone masks covering their faces. Their eyes glowed red in the darkness. “Surrender the Anomaly,” one of them said in a hoarse, unnatural voice. “Then your death will be swift, Lin Mei.” Lin Mei snorted. “Still as impolite as ever, Zhang Yong.” He glanced at Jihan. “Do you remember the technique I taught you yesterday?” Jihan nodded, though she wasn't sure. Yesterday Lin Mei taught her how to transform one element into another-something she never even imagined possible. “Good,” Lin Mei smiled. “Because we're going to need it.” The Shadow Hunters attacked simultaneously. From their hands, tendrils of darkness shot out like venomous snakes. Lin Mei moved gracefully, her every move turning the enemy's attacks into ice flakes that then turned into blue flames. Jihan tried to keep up, but her coordination between water and fire was still not perfect. Several times she was nearly hit, saved only by reflexes honed since childhood.“Focus, Jihan!” Lin Mei exclaimed while fending off the attacks of three Hunters at once. “Don't let them separate us!”
But it was too late. A wall of black ice suddenly appeared between them, cutting the cave in half. Jihan could hear the sounds of fighting from behind the wall, but couldn't see what was happening. “Lin Mei!” he shouted, trying to destroy the ice wall with a combination of water and fire. But the ice was not normal-every bit of damage she inflicted instantly regenerated. “Where's your attention, Anomaly?” Jihan turned around in time to avoid a shadow sword slash. Zhang Yong stood before him, his cracked bone mask revealing a ghastly grin. “You look just like your mother,” Zhang Yong hissed. “Just as naive, just as weak...” “Don't you dare mention my mother's name!” Jihan unleashed a wave of boiling water, but Zhang Yong brushed it off easily. “Ah, and your father's temperament,” he laughed. “What an interesting combination.” The ensuing battle unfolded at a blinding speed. Zhang Yong moved like a shadow, her attacks coming from all directions. Jihan tried to keep up, but it soon became clear that she was overwhelmed. “See?” Zhang Yong taunted as he dodged a burst of fire. “You can't even use your two elements together. Shame on you.” Those words stabbed Jihan deeper than she expected. Because Zhang Yong was right-every time he tried to use water and fire together, one of them was always weaker. It was as if the two elements refused to cooperate. Suddenly, in the middle of the fight, something strange happened. Time seemed to slow down, and Jihan saw Wei Zhang standing next to her. “Master?” he whispered in disbelief. Wei Zhang smiled. “You still don't understand, Jihan. True power is not about controlling the elements.” “Then what is it about?” “About accepting who you are fully.” Wei Zhang pointed towards Jihan's heart. “The water and fire in you are in conflict because you still reject one of them. Still rejecting the part of you that comes from Kai Wen.”Jihan gasped. Wei Zhang was right-all this time he had tried to separate the two elements within him, treating the fire as an enemy to be tamed.
“But how can I accept the power of the one who destroyed my life?” she asked desperately. “Because power itself is neither good nor evil,” Wei Zhang replied gently. “What decides is the heart that wields it.”Time returned to normal. Zhang Yong was still attacking, but this time Jihan saw it differently. For the first time, he stopped fighting the conflict within him.
Water and fire... two opposing forces, but also complementary. Like day and night, like life and death. One cannot exist without the other.“What's wrong?” Zhang Yong mocked when Jihan stopped attacking. “Finally giving up?”
“No,” Jihan smiled. “Finally got it.” The air around them began to tremble. Water and fire flowed from Jihan's body, but this time it was different. Instead of fighting for dominance, the two elements danced in perfect harmony-creating a mesmerizing spectrum of light. “No way...” Zhang Yong took a step back. “You can't have mastered it this quickly!” “You're right about one thing,” Jihan said calmly. “I did inherit my father's temperament.” She raised her hand, and a circle of water and fire began to form around her. “But I also inherited my mother's wisdom.” The attack he unleashed afterward surprised even himself. Water and fire moved as one, creating a tornado that blended both elements in a deadly dance. Zhang Yong tried to fight back with his darkness, but in vain. When the tornado disappeared, Zhang Yong had vanished-leaving behind only his cracked bone mask. The wall of black ice separating Jihan from Lin Mei shattered into pieces. Behind it, Lin Mei stood among the unconscious bodies of the Hunters, smiling proudly. “You finally understand,” she said. Jihan nodded. “Yes. But something's still bothering me...” she looked at Lin Mei sharply. “Why didn't you ever tell me that you were like me? An anomaly?” Lin Mei was silent for a moment. “Because my story is different from yours, Jihan. And... because there's a secret I'm not ready to tell.” “What other secrets?”Before Lin Mei could answer, an unnaturally cold wind blew into the cave. The snow outside stopped falling abruptly, and the moon that had been covered in clouds appeared in a blood-red color.
“No...” Lin Mei whispered in horror. “Not now...” “What? What's wrong?” “Kai Wen,” Lin Mei replied in a trembling voice. “He's already found the Fourth Scroll.” “Haven't you told me the contents of the Fourth Scroll yet?”Lin Mei looked at her with an expression Jihan had never seen before-a mixture of fear and... regret?
“The Fourth Scroll contains the secret of the Sacred Sacrifice,” she finally said. “An ancient ritual that can make a Guardian reach the power level of the gods... by sacrificing the blood of his own descendants.” Jihan's blood froze. “You mean...” “Yes,” Lin Mei nodded heavily. “Kai Wen doesn't just want to resurrect the Forbidden Guardians. He wants to be their leader. And for that...” she looked at Jihan with teary eyes, ”...he needs your blood. The blood of his own son.”Suddenly, the ground shook violently. From afar, a blood-curdling roar echoed out. A roar that made even the unconscious Shadowhunters tremble in their sleep.
“What is it?” Jihan asked, though inwardly she already knew the answer. “The Forbidden Guardians,” Lin Mei replied grimly. “Kai Wen has already started their awakening ritual. And we...” she looked up at the red moon in the sky, ”...only have until the next full moon to stop them.” “How?” Lin Mei picked up the Five Scrolls of DestinyDawn had not yet broken when Lin Mei woke Jihan. The blizzard had subsided, leaving a eerie silence on the Five Elements Mountain. The bodies of the Shadowhunters had vanished-evaporated into black smoke as the sun set, leaving only the bone masks now strewn across the cave floor.“We should move,” Lin Mei said as she gathered their remaining supplies. “This place is no longer safe.”Jihan nodded, but her mind was still on last night's revelation. Kai Wen-her biological father-was planning to sacrifice his own blood for the power of the gods. And somehow, this fact didn't surprise her as much as it should have.“You haven't answered my question from last night,” Jihan said as she followed Lin Mei out of the cave. “About you also being an Anomaly.”Lin Mei was silent for a moment, his eyes gazing out towards the dawn that was beginning to peek over the eastern horizon. “It's a long story, Jihan. And we don't have time-”“We have until the full moon,” Jihan cut in, her voice firmer than
“True courage lies in the ability to conquer one's inner fears, not in fighting a visible enemy.”The sun was just peeking over the mountains when Jihan swung her axe into the hard log. Sweat ran down her forehead, soaking her jet-black hair. At only fourteen years old, her hands were already covered in calluses - signs of tireless hard work.“Father, I'm done with this one,” she said, wiping away the sweat. Han Yi, whose father was chopping wood next to him, nodded slowly. The lines of fatigue were clearly etched on his thin face, but his eyes still radiated warmth whenever he looked at his only son.“Rest a while, Jihan. You've been working since dawn,” Han Yi said as he lowered his axe. Jihan shook his head, his hands already preparing to lift a new piece of wood.“It's okay, Father. I'm still strong.”Han Yi gazed deeply at his only son. He suddenly remembered the night Jihan was born. For him, it was a night he would never forget. Jihan's birth, as well as the departure of the wo
The storm in Yang Xin village has passed, leaving an indelible mark of destruction. Jihan and Han Yi limped away from the rubble of the village, carrying only the few supplies they had managed to salvage. Their bare feet tread the rocky ground, piercing through the morning mist that still hangs low.‘Dad, rest for a while,’ Jihan said when she saw her father's increasingly heavy breathing. They had been walking for three days without stopping, avoiding settlements in favour of lonely forest paths.Han Yi shook his head weakly, his pale lips trembling as he spoke. ‘We have to keep going, Jihan. This place is... not safe.’Jihan looked at her father with worry. Han Yi's normally warm face now looked deathly pale. The dry cough that had haunted him since they left Yang Xin's village was getting worse. Jihan's hands clenched tightly as he recalled the villagers' frightened stares, the hateful whispers accusing him of being the bringer of doom.‘At least have a drink, Father,’ Jihan offere
Dawn had not yet fully broken when Jihan opened her eyes. It had been three months since he met Wei Zhang, and every day during that time began the same way - training before sunrise. His now more muscular body had grown accustomed to this routine, though his muscles still protested frequently.‘Strength without control is destruction,’ Wei Zhang's voice echoed in his mind, repeating the words that had become his daily mantra. ‘And control starts with a strong body.’Jihan stood at the edge of the rushing river, her breath forming a white vapour in the cold air. She removed her upper garment, revealing the scars and bruises that adorned her body-evidence from Wei Zhang's intense training. Without hesitation, he stepped into the icy water.‘Focus,’ he whispered to himself, catching his breath as his teacher had taught him. The familiar blue light began to glow in his eyes, travelling slowly through his body.But this time was different. There was no pounding pain. There was no agonisin
Blood dripped from Jihan's fingertips, falling onto the rocky ground of Mount Hua Shan. A week had passed since he left Wei Zhang, but the screams from the village still haunted him every night. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see were flashes of golden light-the last signs of his teacher's resistance.“True strength is in your heart,” Jihan repeated Wei Zhang's words, her voice hoarse from lack of use. His bloody hands gripped tightly the scroll his teacher had given him. Seven days of climbing this mountain without stopping, and he still hadn't found Lin Mei.The sun was sinking into the western horizon when Jihan reached a small plateau. His burly body trembled with fatigue, but his blue eyes still burned brightly. Before him stood a half-collapsed old temple, almost hidden by the mountain mist.“Who dares set foot on this holy ground?” a feminine yet cold voice broke the silence.Jihan turned quickly, but there was no one behind her. Her instincts screamed danger. The
An eerie silence fell over the basement. The ashes from Wei Zhang's scroll were still floating in the air when Jihan opened her eyes. His body felt like it was burning from within-as if thousands of needles of ice and fire were fighting in his veins.“Wake up,” Lin Mei's voice broke the silence. “We don't have much time.”Jihan tried to stand up, but her legs were shaking violently. His vision was still blurry, filled with flashes of golden light from the fight just now. “What... what happened?”Lin Mei did not answer immediately. The woman walked around the room, her pale fingers touching the cracked pillars. “Kai Wen isn't dead,” she said finally. “He's too cunning to die that easily.”“But we saw for ourselves-”“What we saw,” Lin Mei cut in, “is only his broken physical body. His soul...” she let out a long sigh, ”...has not been bound to a single vessel for a long time.”Jihan tried to digest this information as she forced her legs to stand. Her head was still spinning, filled wi
Dawn had not yet broken when Lin Mei woke Jihan. The blizzard had subsided, leaving a eerie silence on the Five Elements Mountain. The bodies of the Shadowhunters had vanished-evaporated into black smoke as the sun set, leaving only the bone masks now strewn across the cave floor.“We should move,” Lin Mei said as she gathered their remaining supplies. “This place is no longer safe.”Jihan nodded, but her mind was still on last night's revelation. Kai Wen-her biological father-was planning to sacrifice his own blood for the power of the gods. And somehow, this fact didn't surprise her as much as it should have.“You haven't answered my question from last night,” Jihan said as she followed Lin Mei out of the cave. “About you also being an Anomaly.”Lin Mei was silent for a moment, his eyes gazing out towards the dawn that was beginning to peek over the eastern horizon. “It's a long story, Jihan. And we don't have time-”“We have until the full moon,” Jihan cut in, her voice firmer than
The darkness of night enveloped the Five Elements Mountain when Jihan woke up drenched in sweat. It was that dream again-the same dream that had haunted him since they left the underground temple three days ago. In his dreams, he always saw the sadly smiling figure of his mother, standing at the edge of a cliff with an ancient scroll in her hand.“Forgive mom, Jihan,” Li Wei always said in the dream. “But this is the only way...”Then Li Wei would jump into the abyss, taking the scroll with him. And each time, Jihan would wake up with a scream caught in her throat.“Another nightmare?” Lin Mei's voice came from the corner of the cave where they were staying. The woman sat cross-legged, her eyes closed in meditation.Jihan nodded, knowing Lin Mei didn't see her. “I saw mom... and a scroll.”Lin Mei's eyes opened slowly. In the dim light of the campfire, her bi-colored irises-ice blue and fire red, exactly like Jihan's eyes now-flashed meaningfully. “The Second Scroll of Destiny,” she m
An eerie silence fell over the basement. The ashes from Wei Zhang's scroll were still floating in the air when Jihan opened her eyes. His body felt like it was burning from within-as if thousands of needles of ice and fire were fighting in his veins.“Wake up,” Lin Mei's voice broke the silence. “We don't have much time.”Jihan tried to stand up, but her legs were shaking violently. His vision was still blurry, filled with flashes of golden light from the fight just now. “What... what happened?”Lin Mei did not answer immediately. The woman walked around the room, her pale fingers touching the cracked pillars. “Kai Wen isn't dead,” she said finally. “He's too cunning to die that easily.”“But we saw for ourselves-”“What we saw,” Lin Mei cut in, “is only his broken physical body. His soul...” she let out a long sigh, ”...has not been bound to a single vessel for a long time.”Jihan tried to digest this information as she forced her legs to stand. Her head was still spinning, filled wi
Blood dripped from Jihan's fingertips, falling onto the rocky ground of Mount Hua Shan. A week had passed since he left Wei Zhang, but the screams from the village still haunted him every night. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could see were flashes of golden light-the last signs of his teacher's resistance.“True strength is in your heart,” Jihan repeated Wei Zhang's words, her voice hoarse from lack of use. His bloody hands gripped tightly the scroll his teacher had given him. Seven days of climbing this mountain without stopping, and he still hadn't found Lin Mei.The sun was sinking into the western horizon when Jihan reached a small plateau. His burly body trembled with fatigue, but his blue eyes still burned brightly. Before him stood a half-collapsed old temple, almost hidden by the mountain mist.“Who dares set foot on this holy ground?” a feminine yet cold voice broke the silence.Jihan turned quickly, but there was no one behind her. Her instincts screamed danger. The
Dawn had not yet fully broken when Jihan opened her eyes. It had been three months since he met Wei Zhang, and every day during that time began the same way - training before sunrise. His now more muscular body had grown accustomed to this routine, though his muscles still protested frequently.‘Strength without control is destruction,’ Wei Zhang's voice echoed in his mind, repeating the words that had become his daily mantra. ‘And control starts with a strong body.’Jihan stood at the edge of the rushing river, her breath forming a white vapour in the cold air. She removed her upper garment, revealing the scars and bruises that adorned her body-evidence from Wei Zhang's intense training. Without hesitation, he stepped into the icy water.‘Focus,’ he whispered to himself, catching his breath as his teacher had taught him. The familiar blue light began to glow in his eyes, travelling slowly through his body.But this time was different. There was no pounding pain. There was no agonisin
The storm in Yang Xin village has passed, leaving an indelible mark of destruction. Jihan and Han Yi limped away from the rubble of the village, carrying only the few supplies they had managed to salvage. Their bare feet tread the rocky ground, piercing through the morning mist that still hangs low.‘Dad, rest for a while,’ Jihan said when she saw her father's increasingly heavy breathing. They had been walking for three days without stopping, avoiding settlements in favour of lonely forest paths.Han Yi shook his head weakly, his pale lips trembling as he spoke. ‘We have to keep going, Jihan. This place is... not safe.’Jihan looked at her father with worry. Han Yi's normally warm face now looked deathly pale. The dry cough that had haunted him since they left Yang Xin's village was getting worse. Jihan's hands clenched tightly as he recalled the villagers' frightened stares, the hateful whispers accusing him of being the bringer of doom.‘At least have a drink, Father,’ Jihan offere
“True courage lies in the ability to conquer one's inner fears, not in fighting a visible enemy.”The sun was just peeking over the mountains when Jihan swung her axe into the hard log. Sweat ran down her forehead, soaking her jet-black hair. At only fourteen years old, her hands were already covered in calluses - signs of tireless hard work.“Father, I'm done with this one,” she said, wiping away the sweat. Han Yi, whose father was chopping wood next to him, nodded slowly. The lines of fatigue were clearly etched on his thin face, but his eyes still radiated warmth whenever he looked at his only son.“Rest a while, Jihan. You've been working since dawn,” Han Yi said as he lowered his axe. Jihan shook his head, his hands already preparing to lift a new piece of wood.“It's okay, Father. I'm still strong.”Han Yi gazed deeply at his only son. He suddenly remembered the night Jihan was born. For him, it was a night he would never forget. Jihan's birth, as well as the departure of the wo