《The journey of modern man》 From salary man to ancient civilization The fluorescent lights of Shanghai''s CBD Tower buzzed overhead as Yun Shaoyun massaged his temples, staring at the quarterly reports swimming before his eyes. At thirty, he''d mastered the art of looking busy while contemplating life''s greater mysteries¡ªlike why his coffee mug was perpetually empty and how his back had started making those weird clicking sounds. "Just another normal Tuesday," he muttered, reaching for his fourth cup of coffee. That''s when everything went wrong. The coffee never made it to his lips. The world lurched sideways, reality cracking like a broken mirror. Colors bled into each other, sounds stretched into impossible frequencies, and Yun felt his body compress and twist as if being forced through a tube the size of a straw. Then, darkness. When consciousness returned, the first thing Yun noticed was that everything seemed... bigger. The trees loomed higher, the stone steps before him stretched wider, and his clothes¡ªhis perfectly pressed business casual attire¡ªhung off him like a child playing dress-up. Wait. With trembling hands that were now impossibly small, Yun Shaoyun touched his face. Gone were the slight wrinkles around his eyes from years of staring at spreadsheets. Gone was the stubble he''d been too lazy to shave that morning. Instead, his fingers found smooth, young skin. "This has to be a joke," he whispered, his voice high and clear¡ªa child''s voice. Scrambling to his feet, nearly tripping over his now-oversized clothes, he rushed to a nearby decorative pond. The face that stared back at him wasn''t the tired office worker he''d been moments ago, but a boy of no more than ten years old. "Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad." He was standing in what appeared to be a traditional cultivation sect, complete with practicing disciples and floating swords, but that seemed like a secondary concern compared to the fact that he''d just lost two decades of his life. Or gained them back, depending on how you looked at it. The Unwavering Sword Sect''s training grounds sprawled before him, its disciples moving through sword forms with practiced precision. Energy rippled through the air like heat waves off hot pavement, but with an otherworldly quality that made his newly-young skin tingle. "Okay, Yun Shaoyun, think," he muttered, gathering his oversized clothes around him. "You''re in a cultivation world, you''re ten years old again, and you have absolutely no idea how any of this works. Perfect. Just perfect."If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. A group of young disciples passed nearby, their robes marked with the sect''s emblem¡ªa straight sword wrapped in swirling energy. They moved with the confidence of those born into this world of cultivation, their backs straight, their steps light. Meanwhile, Yun was trying not to trip over his own feet, his body feeling simultaneously familiar and foreign. His thirty years of life experience screamed at him to analyze the situation, to find some logical explanation. But logic had apparently taken a vacation along with his adult body. "First things first," he reasoned, his business mind still working even if his body had regressed, "I need proper clothes and information. Can''t blend in looking like a kid playing corporate cosplay." He started moving toward what looked like a less populated area of the sect, his mind racing. Twenty years of corporate experience had taught him how to navigate complex social structures and politics. Surely those skills would transfer to a cultivation sect? Even if he was now shorter than most people''s elbows? A sudden commotion drew his attention. Two disciples were sparring nearby, their swords trailing streams of energy that made his eyes hurt to look at directly. One of them, a boy perhaps a few years older than his current physical age, executed a move that sent his opponent flying backward. "The Unwavering Blade Form," someone in the watching crowd murmured. "Young Master Liu has nearly mastered it." Yun watched carefully, his adult mind analyzing the technique while his child''s body trembled slightly at the display of power. The sword movement looked deceptively simple¡ªa straight thrust that somehow bent space itself, as if the very air was being pierced and reshaped. "Right," he whispered to himself, "because regular sword fighting wasn''t complicated enough. Had to add space manipulation to the mix." His internal grumbling was interrupted by a sharp voice. "You! The one in the strange clothes!" Yun turned to find a stern-faced disciple pointing at him. Great. Just great. "Care to explain why a child your age is wandering the Unwavering Sword Sect unescorted?" the disciple demanded, his hand resting casually on his sword hilt. Yun''s mind raced. He had two decades of experience talking his way out of tight situations, but would those skills work coming from a ten-year-old''s mouth? "I..." he started, then realized his voice was shaking. Not from fear, but from the strange disconnect between his mental age and physical form. "I was brought here by... circumstances beyond my control." Well, that wasn''t technically a lie. The disciple''s eyes narrowed. "Circumstances? What circumstances would bring an improperly dressed child to our sect''s inner grounds?" "Would you believe corporate restructuring?" Yun muttered under his breath, then louder, "I''m not entirely sure myself. One moment I was... elsewhere, and the next, I was here." His answer seemed to catch the disciple off guard. Before the conversation could continue, Yun spotted a loose training dummy off to the side. With the quick thinking that had served him well in boardroom emergencies, he pointed dramatically. "Watch out! That''s about to fall!" The disciple turned reflexively, and Yun took his chance. He darted away, his smaller body moving with an agility he''d forgotten he once possessed. Twenty years of corporate life had taught him one valuable lesson: sometimes the best solution was a strategic retreat. As he ducked behind a storage building, trying to catch his breath, Yun couldn''t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here he was, a thirty-year-old office worker trapped in a ten-year-old''s body, hiding from cultivators in what appeared to be a martial arts sect straight out of a web novel. "At least I won''t have to worry about those quarterly reports anymore," he mused, then sobered quickly. "No, instead I just have to worry about cultivation, magical swords, and apparently being ten again. Much better." Looking down at his child-sized hands, Yun took a deep breath. He had experience adapting to new situations, managing complex relationships, and thinking on his feet. Sure, those skills were developed in a corporate environment rather than a cultivation sect, but principles were principles, right? "First step in any new situation: gather information," he reminded himself, falling back on familiar project management strategies. "Second step: acquire resources. Third step: develop a plan." The sound of approaching footsteps made him press closer to the wall. As disciples passed by, discussing cultivation techniques and sect politics, Yun listened intently. He might be starting from scratch in terms of cultivation, but when it came to navigating complex social structures and power dynamics? The Cautious Disciple Chapter 2: The Cautious Disciple Yun Shaoyun walked through the main courtyard of The Unwavering Sword Sect, his eyes darting around, taking in every detail. The strong cultivators practicing their techniques were impressive, but Yun¡¯s priority was understanding his new surroundings. The air buzzed with energy as sword strikes clashed, and powerful cultivation spells left trails of light in the sky. To Yun, this world was fascinating, yet filled with unknown dangers. At ten years old, Yun felt the weight of his new life but knew he had to tread carefully. His survival depended on it. As he made his way through the bustling courtyard, trying to avoid drawing attention, a voice called out to him. ¡°Hey there, young one! Wait up!¡± Yun Shaoyun stiffened and turned slowly. Standing before him was a young elder¡ªperhaps a few years older than twenty-five¡ªdressed in the robes of a sect elder. He had a calm demeanor, his eyes sharp and intelligent. His face held an expression of quiet determination, giving off the sense that he was always observing, always analyzing. ¡°I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve seen you before,¡± the elder said, his voice steady and composed. ¡°Are you new to the sect?¡± Yun Shaoyun nodded cautiously. ¡°Yes, I just arrived. My name is Yun Shaoyun.¡± The elder¡¯s gaze remained focused. ¡°Welcome, Yun Shaoyun. I¡¯m Elder Xue. I specialize in physical cultivation. You seem a bit overwhelmed¡ªunderstandable for someone new.¡±The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Yun¡¯s eyes flickered with caution. ¡°It¡¯s a lot to take in. Just trying to figure things out.¡± Elder Xue¡¯s eyes studied Yun Shaoyun, recognizing the boy''s wariness. ¡°You have a good head on your shoulders. Caution is wise in a place like this. But know that not everyone here is out to get you.¡± Yun relaxed slightly but remained on guard. ¡°Thank you. I appreciate the advice.¡± Elder Xue¡¯s expression was serious, but there was a glint of intelligence in his eyes. ¡°You have an impressive physique for someone your age. There¡¯s potential in you, Yun Shaoyun. Potential I can help unlock, if you¡¯re willing.¡± Yun Shaoyun¡±s caution heightened. ¡°Unlock? What do you mean?¡± Elder Xue¡¯s demeanor was composed. ¡°I mean guiding you on the path of cultivation. Helping you harness your physical potential. This world can be dangerous, and having the right guidance can make all the difference.¡± Yun Shaoyun frowned, his mind racing with possibilities. ¡°I appreciate the offer, but I¡¯m just trying to get by. I don¡¯t want to rush into anything.¡± Elder Xue nodded understandingly. ¡°That¡¯s wise. But remember, in this world, power is essential for survival. Let me show you something.¡± Before Yun Shaoyun could react, Elder Xue made a swift motion with his hand. A stream of energy shot out from his palm, enveloping Yun. Unlike before, the pressure wasn¡¯t overwhelming, but it was enough to make Yun aware of the elder''s strength. ¡°This is a glimpse of the power you could achieve,¡± Elder Xue said. ¡°You¡¯re not alone in this journey, Yun Shaoyun. With the right guidance, you can thrive.¡± Yun Shaoyun¡¯s caution remained, but he could see the intelligence in Elder Xue¡¯s eyes. ¡°I understand. But I need time to think.¡± Elder Xue¡¯s eyes remained focused. ¡°Of course. Take all the time you need. Know that I¡¯m here to help, whenever you¡¯re ready.¡± Yun Shaoyun wiped the sweat off his brow, still processing the experience. Though his body had been freed, his mind was still cautious. He was young¡ªhe didn¡¯t understand all the complexities of this world yet, but one thing was clear: he had to be careful. ¡°I¡¯ll keep that in mind,¡± he said, standing up with a cautious but appreciative look in his eyes. Elder Xue nodded. ¡°Remember, my door is always open if you have any questions or need guidance.¡± With that, Elder Xue turned and walked away, his intelligent aura leaving a lasting impression on Yun Shaoyun. The boy stood there for a moment longer, collecting his thoughts. He had no intention of rushing into anything. But the weight of Elder Xue¡¯s words was undeniable. This world was cruel, and power was everything. Yun Shaoyun wasn¡¯t sure what path he would take¡ªbut one thing was clear: he would tread carefully. "Looks like I¡¯ve got a lot to learn," Yun Shaoyun muttered under his breath, setting his gaze forward. Yun Shaoyun Decision --- ### Chapter 3: The Reluctant Disciple¡¯s Decision Yun Shaoyun stood at the entrance of Elder Xue''s quarters, his heart pounding. The weight of the decision he''d made settled heavily on him. It wasn¡¯t just about becoming a disciple¡ªit was about the path his life would take from this point forward. He wasn¡¯t the type to rely on others, especially not a stranger like Elder Xue, but the world had made it clear that survival here depended on power. And Elder Xue, for all his sternness and calm demeanor, was the one who could provide that power. After a long pause, Yun pushed open the door and stepped inside. The quiet, serene atmosphere of Elder Xue¡¯s chambers greeted him. The elder sat in meditation, his back straight, a picture of composure. The faint hum of energy around him seemed to pulse with his very being. Yun Shaoyun couldn¡¯t help but feel a twinge of awe. This man, with his calm exterior, radiated strength that Yun Shaoyun could feel even from across the room. Elder Xue opened his eyes slowly, fixing them on him with a gaze that seemed to pierce through him. His expression was unreadable, but there was an almost imperceptible nod, as though he had been expecting Yun Shaoyun. ¡°I¡¯ve thought about it,¡± Yun said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. ¡°I¡¯ve decided to accept your offer. I¡¯ll become your disciple.¡± Elder Xue did not respond immediately. Instead, he observed Yun closely, his gaze calculating, as if measuring the weight of Yun Shaoyun¡¯s words. After a long moment of silence, he simply nodded, as though he had already known Yun Shaoyun would come to this conclusion. ¡°Very well,¡± Elder Xue finally said. ¡°Then kneel and kowtow. Show your respect to the path you¡¯ve chosen.¡± Yun Shaoyun was taken aback for a moment, surprised by the formality of the request. Kneeling was not something he did lightly, especially not to anyone outside his family. But his pride had already been set aside; he had made this choice, and he would follow through with it. With a deep breath, he dropped to his knees, bowing deeply. His forehead touched the cool stone floor as he performed the traditional kowtow, a symbol of complete submission to Elder Xue as his master. The act, though formal, was his way of showing that he had embraced this decision wholeheartedly. Elder Xue watched him silently, not offering praise or scorn. His expression remained unchanged, but there was something in his eyes that told Yun Shaoyun this was not the end, but rather the beginning of a much harder journey. Yun Shaoyun straightened up, his head still slightly bowed. He could feel his heart racing, the nerves from his earlier hesitation still lingering, but his resolve was firm. He would become stronger. He had no choice. ¡°Good,¡± Elder Xue said at last, his voice calm but carrying an undeniable weight of authority. ¡°You will begin your training immediately. The path you walk will not be an easy one.¡± Yun Shaoyun looked up at Elder Xue, eager yet nervous. ¡°What do I need to do first?¡± Elder Xue nodded, and with a flick of his hand, he summoned a small jade slip from the air. ¡°This is a spiritual technique¡ªthe Elemental Body Technique. It will help you refine your physical body, drawing energy from the environment to enhance your strength. It is the foundation of your cultivation, and you will need to practice it daily if you wish to advance.¡±This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. Yun Shaoyun took the jade slip from Elder Xue¡¯s hand, the cool surface cold to the touch. His eyes scanned the slip quickly, trying to absorb the information. His body was already feeling the lingering effects of the energy Elder Xue had introduced him to, but the Elemental Body Technique was something deeper, something more complex. ¡°You will need to focus your mind and body on aligning with the elements,¡± Elder Xue explained. ¡°The technique is not easy to master. It will test your patience and endurance, but once you can fully integrate it into your body, your power will grow exponentially.¡± Yun Shaoyun nodded, feeling the weight of the responsibility settle over him. He understood now that this path would not be quick or painless, but there was no turning back. The world outside demanded strength, and he had to become stronger. Elder Xue stepped back, his posture shifting as he assumed a stance of deep concentration. ¡°I will teach you the breathing techniques that accompany the Elemental Body Technique. These will help you gather energy and circulate it throughout your body. Without this, the technique will fail.¡± Yun Shaoyun watched intently as Elder Xue demonstrated the breathing forms. Each inhale seemed to draw in power from the environment, while every exhale expelled any lingering tension in the body. The way the elder moved¡ªcalm, deliberate, and measured¡ªwas unlike anything he had seen before. It was precise, almost surgical, and Yun Shaoyun felt a sense of awe, realizing just how much there was to learn. ¡°Now, try,¡± Elder Xue said, his voice cutting through Yun Shaoyun¡¯s thoughts. ¡°Follow my lead. Focus on your breath. Feel the energy around you. Let it flow into your body.¡± He stood up, taking a deep breath, and began to mirror Elder Xue¡¯s movements. His lungs filled with air, but it wasn¡¯t just the air¡ªhe could feel something else, something faint, but there. It was as though the very atmosphere itself was alive, pulsating with energy. At first, nothing happened. Yun Shaoyun felt nothing but the cool air filling his lungs and the tightness in his chest. But as he continued, trying to synchronize his breath with the rhythm Elder Xue had demonstrated, he began to feel a subtle warmth building in his body. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there. His heart raced as he realized that he was doing it. He was drawing in energy¡ªenergy of the world itself, just like Elder Xue had promised. But just as quickly, the warmth began to intensify, growing hotter and more intense. Yun Shaoyun stumbled, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over him as the energy surged. It was as if his body was being overloaded, pushed to its limits. ¡°Control it,¡± Elder Xue¡¯s voice was calm but stern. ¡°You cannot let it overwhelm you.¡± Yun Shaoyun gritted his teeth, struggling to keep the energy under control. His muscles burned, his veins throbbed, but he pushed through it. Focus. Control. He repeated the words in his mind like a mantra, trying to steady himself. Slowly, the intensity began to subside. The heat that had been suffocating him receded, and Yun¡¯s breathing became steadier. He was still trembling, but he had done it¡ªhe had tapped into the energy. Elder Xue gave a slight nod of approval. ¡°You¡¯ve taken the first step. You¡¯ve broken through to the Mortal Realm''s beginner stage. It will take time to master this technique, but with practice, you will grow stronger.¡± Yun Shaoyun smiled faintly, feeling the faint surge of power within him. This was just the beginning, but already, he could feel the difference. He was no longer the weak boy who had stumbled into this world. He was becoming something else¡ªstronger, sharper, more powerful. As the training session came to an end, Yun bowed respectfully to Elder Xue. ¡°Thank you, Master,¡± he said, the words coming more naturally than he had anticipated. Elder Xue¡¯s gaze softened slightly. ¡°The path ahead will be difficult. But if you remain determined, you will find success.¡± Yun Shaoyun nodded, his resolve firm. He was ready to walk this path, no matter where it led. As he left Elder Xue¡¯s chambers, his hand brushed against the locket his parents had given him before he left his old world. The locket was still as it had always been, simple and unassuming. But there was something different about it now¡ªsomething calling to him. For now, he would focus on his training. But the locket remained close to his heart. It felt like it was waiting for something. And Yun couldn¡¯t shake the feeling that it held a significance that would one day change his destiny. --- With every step, Yun Shaoyun¡¯s resolve grew. The first lesson had been taught. The first steps had been taken. The road ahead would be long, but he was ready to walk it¡ªpowered by his new master¡¯s technique and the silent promise of the locket. This was just the beginning. The Violent Sword Sect Yun Shaoyun sat cross-legged in the training courtyard, his body still aching from the grueling session Elder Xue had put him through. The Elemental Body Technique was no joke¡ªhis muscles felt like they had been crushed and rebuilt, but at the same time, there was a strange lightness in his body. He could feel power beginning to stir, but it was still far from being under his control. As he wiped sweat from his brow, Elder Xue, who stood a short distance away with his usual composed expression, spoke. ¡°You should understand the structure of the Violent Sword Sect, now that you are part of it,¡± he said. ¡°It is important to know where you stand.¡± Yun Shaoyun straightened up, his curiosity piqued. He had barely learned anything about the sect since arriving. All he knew was that it was a middle-grade sect, neither the weakest nor the strongest in this world. Elder Xue folded his hands behind his back. ¡°The Violent Sword Sect is led by Sect Leader Bai Tianhao, a man who reached the peak of the Core Formation Realm years ago. Beneath him is the Vice Leader, Elder Qin Wu, who manages the sect¡¯s day-to-day affairs.¡± Yun Shaoyun committed the names to memory. These were the two most powerful figures in the sect. ¡°There are seven elders in total, each in charge of different divisions. I am one of them, responsible for overseeing combat training and physical cultivation techniques. The other elders specialize in different areas¡ªsword arts, formations, alchemy, and administration.¡± Yun Shaoyun nodded, realizing how structured the sect was. ¡°So, in terms of strength, where does our sect stand?¡± Elder Xue¡¯s gaze turned sharp. ¡°We are neither the strongest nor the weakest. There are higher-grade sects that stand above us, but within our own tier, we are one of the more respected sects. However, respect is not the same as fear. That is something our sect lacks.¡± Yun Shaoyun frowned. ¡°What do you mean?¡± Elder Xue¡¯s voice remained calm, but there was a slight edge to it. ¡°Strength determines status. And while our Violent Sword Sect is strong, we lack a true overwhelming force¡ªsomeone who can make the world fear our name.¡±If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. The words lingered in Yun Shaoyun¡¯s mind. He had no interest in leading a sect, but the idea of being powerful enough to change its fate... that was something worth thinking about. Elder Xue glanced at him. ¡°You are my third disciple. The first two have already been training under me for years. You will meet them soon.¡± As if on cue, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the courtyard. Yun Shaoyun turned to see two figures walking toward him¡ªa young man and a young woman. The young man was tall and broad-shouldered, his face carrying a sharp, confident expression. His black hair was tied back in a simple knot, and his robe bore faint sword marks, evidence of countless battles fought. The young woman was slender but carried herself with an undeniable sharpness, her eyes like cold steel. Her long, dark blue hair flowed freely behind her, and there was something almost aristocratic in her posture. Elder Xue gestured toward them. ¡°This is your First Senior Brother, Luo Feng, and your Second Senior Sister, Mu Qinglan.¡± Luo Feng grinned as he looked Yun up and down. ¡°So, this is the new junior brother? You look a little too soft to be under Master¡¯s training.¡± Yun Shaoyun twitched. Soft? He had barely survived training, and now he was being insulted? Mu Qinglan¡¯s gaze was calmer but no less piercing. ¡°If Master accepted him, then he has potential. Whether he can live up to it is another matter.¡± Yun Shaoyun sighed inwardly. So these were his fellow disciples. He had hoped they¡¯d be welcoming, but it seemed he would have to prove himself. Seeing his expression, Luo Feng laughed and clapped Yun on the back¡ªhard. ¡°Don¡¯t take it personally, Junior Brother. We¡¯re just testing you. If you can survive under Master, you¡¯re already better than most.¡± Mu Qinglan nodded slightly. ¡°As long as you work hard, you¡¯ll earn your place among us.¡± Yun Shaoyun relaxed a little. Though they had been harsh at first, there was no real malice in their words. It seemed that despite their cold exteriors, they were genuine in their own way. Elder Xue, watching the interaction, finally spoke. ¡°Enough. Luo Feng, Mu Qinglan, guide him through his first month in the sect. Make sure he understands our rules.¡± ¡°Yes, Master,¡± they both responded. Elder Xue turned to Yun Shaoyun one last time. ¡°Train well. The world does not wait for the weak.¡± With that, he left, disappearing into the depths of the sect. Luo Feng grinned at Yun Shaoyun. ¡°Well, Junior Brother, welcome to the Violent Sword Sect. Try not to die too early.¡± Mu Qinglan sighed. ¡°Let¡¯s start with a tour. There¡¯s much you need to know.¡± As they walked, Luo Feng and Mu Qinglan began explaining more about the sect. Yun learned that there were seven main stages of cultivation, each divided into three smaller stages:
  1. Mortal Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced
  2. Spirit Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced
  3. Elemental Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced
  4. Core Formation Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced
  5. Nascent Soul Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced
  6. Void Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced
  7. Immortal Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced
Yun Shaoyun also got the information about top 5 clans and top 3 sects as he slowly learned all these things, he decided to lay low. ¡°Understanding these stages is crucial,¡± Mu Qinglan said. ¡°Each stage represents a significant increase in power and abilities. Advancing through the stages requires not only dedication but also the right resources and guidance.¡± Luo Feng nodded. ¡°Our sect has seven elders, each specializing in different areas. And as you know, Elder Xue is our master. The Sect Leader, Bai Tianhao, and the Vice Leader, Elder Qin Wu, are the two most powerful figures in our sect.¡± Yun Shaoyun absorbed the information, feeling a mixture of awe and determination. The path ahead was daunting, but he was ready to face it. For the first time since arriving in this world, he was no longer alone. A Breakthrough Yun Shaoyun sat cross-legged in the training courtyard, sweat dripping down his face as he controlled his breathing. His body trembled slightly as a surge of energy rushed through his meridians. Every inch of his muscles felt like they were being reforged in molten steel, his bones ringing like struck iron. The pain was immense, but he gritted his teeth and endured. Then¡ª Boom! A faint ripple of energy spread outward, disturbing the dust on the courtyard¡¯s stone floor. His body shuddered before settling into a newfound balance. A strange warmth settled in his core, filling him with a sense of strength he hadn¡¯t possessed moments ago. He exhaled deeply, his breath carrying a hint of residual spiritual energy. Mortal Realm, 2nd Stage¡ªCleared. A slow grin crept onto his lips. He had finally broken through. Before he could savor the moment, a familiar, loud voice shattered the silence. ¡°Hah! Junior Brother, you finally broke through!¡± Luo Feng¡¯s voice carried across the courtyard, filled with amusement. He strolled over with his arms crossed, smirking like he had just witnessed a baby take its first steps. Beside him, Mu Qinglan followed with her usual calm, collected expression. Luo Feng clicked his tongue. ¡°I was starting to think you¡¯d be stuck at the 1st Stage forever.¡± Yun Shaoyun wiped his forehead, exhaling sharply. His gaze flicked toward Luo Feng, irritation creeping into his voice. ¡°Senior Brother, can you at least pretend to be impressed?¡± Luo Feng laughed, but Yun Shaoyun¡¯s attention shifted momentarily to Mu Qinglan. As she stood under the soft glow of the morning sun, her cold and peaceful aura seemed even more striking. There was an effortless grace to her presence, her long silver-blue robes flowing lightly in the breeze. She regarded him with her usual detached expression, then gave a slight nod. ¡°Your progress is acceptable.¡± Yun Shaoyun groaned. ¡°You could at least say good job.¡± Luo Feng clapped him on the back, his grin widening. ¡°We¡¯ll say that when you reach the Core Formation Realm. Until then, get used to disappointment.¡± This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. Yun Shaoyun sighed and took a sip of water, feeling dejected. He had worked hard for this breakthrough, but his so-called seniors weren¡¯t giving him any credit. Typical. Mu Qinglan, ignoring Luo Feng¡¯s teasing, spoke with her usual directness. ¡°Now that you¡¯ve advanced, it¡¯s time you learned about the Inner Disciple Test.¡± Yun Shaoyun perked up. ¡°What¡¯s that?¡± Luo Feng¡¯s smirk widened. He leaned in slightly, as if about to share a great secret. ¡°It¡¯s the most important test for Outer Disciples. Every five years, the sect holds a selection exam. If you pass, you become an Inner Disciple and gain access to way better resources.¡± Yun Shaoyun¡¯s interest piqued up. ¡°What kind of resources?¡± Mu Qinglan answered, ¡°Stronger cultivation techniques, access to high-grade training grounds, personal lessons from elders, and more cultivation pills.¡± Luo Feng added, ¡°And let¡¯s not forget¡ªInner Disciples get way more respect. Outer Disciples are basically the sect¡¯s cannon fodder.¡± Yun Shaoyun froze mid-sip. Slowly, he lowered his cup. ¡°¡­Wait. What?¡± Luo Feng nodded sagely, his tone deliberately grave. ¡°Oh yeah. If there¡¯s ever a sect war, guess who they send out first? The Outer Disciples.¡± Yun Shaoyun¡¯s face darkened. ¡°So, you¡¯re saying¡­ if I don¡¯t pass this test in five years, I¡¯m basically a human shield?¡± Luo Feng clapped him on the shoulder. ¡°Exactly! That¡¯s why you better train hard, Junior Brother!¡± Yun Shaoyun groaned, rubbing his temples. I just wanted a peaceful life. How did I get scammed into this? Mu Qinglan, unbothered by his distress, continued. ¡°The Inner Disciple Test isn¡¯t easy. If you¡¯re serious about getting stronger, start preparing now.¡± Yun Shaoyun exhaled, determination settling in his chest. He might have been thrown into this world against his will, but he wasn¡¯t about to become cannon fodder. Luo Feng grinned. ¡°Good! Now that you¡¯re motivated, let¡¯s celebrate your breakthrough!¡± Yun Shaoyun narrowed his eyes. ¡°¡­Really?¡±, feeling somewhat suspicious of Luo Feng. Luo Feng¡¯s grin turned mischievous. ¡°Yeah! By having you spar with me. Let¡¯s see if that 2nd Stage of yours actually means anything.¡± ¡°As expected¡± Yun Shaoyun¡¯s face fell. ¡°...Can we not?¡± Mu Qinglan sighed. ¡°This is going to be a long day.¡±, Thankfully Luo feng didn¡¯t spare with him as he just breakthrough. --- Understanding the Sect and Its Rivals As they walked through the sect¡¯s main training grounds, Luo Feng began explaining more about the sect. Yun Shaoyun listened intently, absorbing every word. ¡°There are seven main stages of cultivation, each divided into three smaller stages,¡± Luo Feng began. ¡°You just broke through to the Mortal Realm, 2nd Stage. After that comes Qi Condensation, then Foundation Establishment, and so on.¡± Yun Shaoyun nodded, making a mental note. Cultivation was a long and arduous journey, but knowing the structure made it feel more manageable. Mu Qinglan added, ¡°Our sect, The Unwavering Sword Sect, is one of the strongest middle-grade sects. However, we have rivals.¡± Luo Feng smirked. ¡°Our biggest enemy? The Thunderclap Sect. Those bastards have been our rivals for generations. We compete for resources, disciples, and even land.¡± Mu Qinglan¡¯s tone was neutral but firm. ¡°Both our sect and the Thunderclap Sect are at the top among middle-grade sects. The struggle for resources is fierce, and the top-ranking sects receive the best cultivation grounds, spiritual mines, and rare herbs.¡± Yun Shaoyun frowned. ¡°And the continent itself? Who¡¯s in charge of all this?¡± Mu Qinglan glanced at him. ¡°The continent is called Moon-Star, and it is ruled by two emperors governing different regions. The balance of power is delicate, and sects play a major role in maintaining¡ªor disrupting¡ªit.¡± Yun Shaoyun rubbed his chin. Two emperors, rival sects, and constant struggles for resources¡­ This world is basically one giant power struggle. ¡°By the way,¡± he asked, looking at his two companions, ¡°where are you two from originally?¡± Luo Feng¡¯s expression softened slightly. ¡°I come from a small village in the north. My family were farmers, but I always dreamed of something more. Joining the sect changed my life.¡± Mu Qinglan hesitated for a moment before answering. ¡°I come from a noble family. But I left that life behind. My only focus now is becoming stronger and protecting what I care about.¡± Yun Shaoyun nodded, sensing the weight behind her words. Everyone here had their own reasons for cultivating. Luo Feng suddenly grinned. ¡°Alright, enough talk. Junior Brother, it¡¯s time for your first real spar.¡± Yun Shaoyun groaned. ¡°I just broke through! Can I get a day to rest?¡± feeling slightly hopefull. Luo Feng cracked his knuckles. ¡°Nope. If you want to survive in this sect, you need to be ready at all times. Now, draw your sword.¡± Yun Shaoyun sighed, shaking his head. He had a feeling this was going to be painful. As he stepped onto the sparring platform, he couldn¡¯t help but wonder¡ªwas this really the path fate had chosen for him? Or was there something greater waiting for him beyond the sect walls? One thing was certain. He had no choice but to find out. Awakening The sun blazed overhead as Yun Shaoyun and Luo Feng faced off in the training courtyard. A circle of Outer Disciples watched, whispering amongst themselves. Luo Feng stood with an easy grin, casually twirling his sword. ¡°Alright, Junior Brother Yun Shaoyun, let¡¯s see if you¡¯ve improved. Try to land a hit on me.¡± Yun Shaoyun took a deep breath. He knew Luo Feng wasn¡¯t being arrogant¡ªhe was just that much stronger. But if Yun Shaoyun wanted to climb higher in this sect, he had no choice but to push forward. With a sharp exhale, Yun Shaoyun dashed forward. His sword flashed as he aimed a precise strike at Luo Feng¡¯s ribs. Clang! Luo Feng deflected it effortlessly. ¡°Too slow,¡± Luo Feng teased, stepping aside and flicking his blade toward Yun Shaoyun¡¯s exposed side. Yun Shaoyun barely managed to twist away, but Luo Feng¡¯s foot shot out¡ª Thud! Yun Shaoyun stumbled backward, barely keeping his balance. The disciples watching chuckled. ¡°He¡¯s trying, at least.¡± ¡°But he¡¯s still too weak.¡± ¡°No wonder he took so long to break through.¡± Yun Shaoyun gritted his teeth. Luo Feng sighed, lowering his sword. ¡°You¡¯re holding back again, Junior Brother Yun Shaoyun. If you hesitate like this, you¡¯ll never make it as a cultivator.¡± Yun Shaoyun didn¡¯t reply. He knew Luo Feng was right. But how could he just throw himself into a fight recklessly? He wasn¡¯t like Luo Feng¡ªbold and fearless. I need to be careful. I need to survive. Still, he felt frustration burning inside him. If only he had more strength. That night, Yun Shaoyun sat on his bed, absently rubbing a small cut on his palm. The day¡¯s fight replayed in his mind. No matter how hard he tried, he was still just an average disciple.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. He sighed and looked down at the silver locket around his neck. A reminder of his past. A meaningless trinket. Or so he thought. Because as soon as a single drop of his blood touched the locket¡ª Boom! A pulse of energy exploded from it, slamming into his chest. His vision blurred. The room vanished. He was falling¡ª Then, everything went dark. --- When Yun Shaoyun opened his eyes, he was floating in an endless void of swirling golden mist. A deep, ancient voice echoed through the space. "You have awakened." Memories that weren¡¯t his own flooded his mind¡ªscenes of warriors wielding black swords, shattering mountains with a single strike. The Primordial Chaos Origin Bloodline. One of the rarest, most powerful bloodlines in the cultivation world. Hidden deep within Yun Shaoyun. Sealed away¡ªuntil now. Energy surged through his veins, transforming him. His body felt lighter, stronger, faster. His senses sharpened. But something else changed, too. His hesitation? Diminished. His fear? Muted. His caution was still there, warning him not to reveal too much. But alongside it came something new¡ª A shameless, unrestrained confidence. For the first time since arriving in this world¡­ Yun Shaoyun smirked. --- Keeping Secrets When Yun Shaoyun came back to his senses, he was still in his room. His body was drenched in sweat, but he felt incredible. He clenched his fists. The power inside him was real. But he couldn¡¯t tell anyone. Not yet. If others found out he had a rare bloodline, they might try to control him¡ªor worse. He exhaled slowly, letting his cautious nature take control again. Act normal. Don¡¯t attract attention. Still¡­ his lips curled into a grin. But maybe I can have a little fun. Knock, knock. ¡°Junior Brother Yun Shaoyun! Open up!¡± Luo Feng¡¯s voice rang out. Yun Shaoyun¡¯s smirk disappeared. He took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and opened the door. Luo Feng and Mu Qinglan stood outside. Luo Feng, as usual, looked relaxed, while Mu Qinglan studied Yun Shaoyun with sharp, unreadable eyes. ¡°You good?¡± Luo Feng asked, raising an eyebrow. ¡°You locked yourself in here all night.¡± Yun Shaoyun forced a tired sigh. ¡°Training. I realized I was too weak today.¡± Luo Feng smirked. ¡°At least you¡¯re self-aware.¡± Mu Qinglan, however, continued staring at Yun Shaoyun. ¡°¡­Something¡¯s different about you.¡± Yun Shaoyun¡¯s heart skipped a beat, but his shamelessness took over. He grinned. ¡°Ah, Senior Sister Mu Qinglan, are you saying I¡¯ve become more handsome overnight?¡± Luo Feng choked on a laugh. Mu Qinglan¡¯s eyes narrowed. ¡°¡­No.¡± Yun Shaoyun shrugged. ¡°Shame.¡± Luo Feng nudged him. ¡°Well, since you¡¯re awake, let¡¯s spar. I want to see if this ¡®training¡¯ of yours did anything.¡± Yun Shaoyun¡¯s smirk widened. Perfect. ¡°Alright,¡± he said, stretching his arms. ¡°But don¡¯t be mad when you lose.¡± Luo Feng blinked. ¡°Hah! That¡¯s the funniest thing I¡¯ve heard all day.¡± Mu Qinglan tilted her head. ¡°¡­You really do seem different.¡± Yun Shaoyun simply smiled. Let them wonder. The courtyard was quiet when they arrived. Only a few disciples were still awake, training under the moonlight. Luo Feng lazily drew his sword. ¡°Alright, Junior Brother Yun Shaoyun. Same rules. Try to land a hit on me.¡± Yun Shaoyun rolled his shoulders, his confidence radiating. ¡°You sure you don¡¯t want to change the rules? Might be embarrassing for you.¡± Luo Feng snorted. ¡°Big words for a guy who lost in ten moves earlier.¡± ¡°Ten? I counted eight.¡± Yun Shaoyun smirked. ¡°But alright, let¡¯s go.¡± Mu Qinglan, standing off to the side, folded her arms. ¡°Begin.¡± Luo Feng lunged first, his sword a blur. Last time, Yun Shaoyun barely reacted in time. But now¡ª Everything felt slower. The moment Luo Feng moved, Yun Shaoyun¡¯s instincts kicked in. His body knew where the attack would land. He stepped aside effortlessly, letting the blade whiff past him. Luo Feng¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°What¡ª¡± Before he could react, Yun Shaoyun struck¡ªfast. Luo Feng barely managed to block, stumbling backward. Gasps rang out from the watching disciples. Yun Shaoyun stretched lazily. ¡°Huh. That felt easy.¡± Luo Feng narrowed his eyes. ¡°¡­You¡¯re messing with me, right?¡± Yun Shaoyun shrugged. ¡°Maybe you¡¯re just getting slow, Senior Brother Luo Feng.¡± Mu Qinglan¡¯s gaze sharpened. ¡°Your movements are different.¡± Yun Shaoyun smiled innocently. ¡°Oh? Maybe I just needed some good rest.¡± Luo Feng scowled. ¡°One more round.¡± Yun Shaoyun grinned. Oh, this is fun. ¡°Alright, Senior Brother Luo Feng,¡± he said smoothly, lifting his sword. ¡°Try not to lose too quickly this time.¡± Luo Feng¡¯s eye twitched. Mu Qinglan just sighed. This is going to be a long night. Gathering Information The day after Yun Shaoyun¡¯s spar with Luo Feng, he found himself retreating to the quiet of his room. The match had left him in a state of frustration. Despite his recent improvement, the results were still the same: he had lost to Luo Feng in under ten moves. His opponent had been kind enough not to push too hard, but it was clear that Yun Shaoyun was still far from matching Luo Feng¡¯s level. The feeling of inadequacy gnawed at him, and for the first time since arriving at the Unwavering Sword Sect, Yun Shaoyun found himself questioning his decision to join the sect in the first place. He had hoped to grow, to become stronger¡ªbut here he was, just another weak disciple among hundreds. His mind kept replaying the events of yesterday¡¯s spar. He had improved, he was certain of it. But Luo Feng had been too much for him¡ªtoo fast, too skilled, too powerful. It wasn¡¯t the first time he¡¯d lost, but something about the fight had unsettled him. There was a bitter taste in his mouth now that he couldn¡¯t shake off. He could feel it, deep within himself¡ªthe stirrings of a change. He wasn¡¯t just some average disciple anymore. His bloodline had awakened, and now there was power inside him, power that he couldn¡¯t fully comprehend yet. The Primordial Chaos Origin Bloodline. His mind couldn¡¯t forget those words, or the strange visions that had flooded his consciousness when the bloodline had been triggered. Images of ancient warriors wielding power that could shatter mountains. Of a time long past, when such power had been the key to dominating entire worlds. He had felt it then, surging through his veins like wildfire, reshaping his body, sharpening his senses. But Yun Shaoyun wasn¡¯t foolish. Even now, as the memory of his bloodline¡¯s awakening burned in his mind, he knew he had to keep it hidden. The world wasn¡¯t ready for a bloodline like his, and neither were the people of the Unwavering Sword Sect. If they discovered what he had unlocked, he would become a target. Other sects, powerful clans, and even the ruling families of the empire would seek him out. He could already hear their whispers¡ªwhispers of power that could make him a weapon in their political games. So, Yun Shaoyun chose to lay low. For now, at least. He couldn¡¯t afford to attract attention. He had to be patient, carefully plotting his next move. He had spent the past two years in the sect, training and observing. But now, with the pressure mounting, he knew it was time to learn more about the world he had become a part of. The clans, the sects, the empire¡ªhe needed to understand how everything worked if he was going to survive and thrive. Yun Shaoyun spent the next few days wandering the sect, gathering tidbits of information wherever he could. It wasn¡¯t hard¡ªdisciples were always gossiping, always discussing the most important and influential factions in the land. He overheard more than one conversation about the Long Clan, Feng Clan, Ying Clan, Lian Clan, and Hu Clan. Each of these clans had their own unique strengths, and the competition between them was fierce. They were the powerhouses in the cultivation world, and their influence reached far beyond the walls of the sects.
  1. Long Clan:
The Long Clan was one of the oldest and most respected clans in the cultivation world. With roots that went back to the founding days of the Eastern Dragon Empire, the Long Clan had always been synonymous with martial prowess. Their warriors were known for their skill with swords, their strength, and their unparalleled combat abilities. The clan¡¯s leader, Long Tian, was said to have shattered mountains with a single swing of his sword. Yun Shaoyun had heard many rumors about Long Tian¡¯s brutal nature, and it was clear that the clan would stop at nothing to maintain their dominance in the region.
  1. Feng Clan:
The Feng Clan was a clan of merchants, but they were no less powerful than any of the others. The clan controlled a vast network of trade routes, from the southern seas to the northern borders. Feng Zhen, the clan leader, was a brilliant strategist and businessman. Under his leadership, the Feng Clan had amassed untold wealth and influence. However, the clan was not without its enemies. Other factions, especially the martial clans, saw the Feng Clan¡¯s wealth as a threat to their own power. The clan was caught in a delicate balancing act¡ªtoo much wealth and influence could make them a target, but too little and they would lose their status.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.
  1. Ying Clan:
The Ying Clan was known for their secrecy. They were the masters of espionage, information gathering, and manipulation. The clan¡¯s spies were everywhere¡ªwithin sects, within royal courts, within every major city. Ying Xia, the current head of the clan, was said to be a shadow in the dark¡ªa master tactician who could maneuver entire armies without ever lifting a finger. The Ying Clan operated from the shadows, pulling strings and weaving plots that only they could see. They were dangerous, and Yun Shaoyun knew he would have to tread carefully around them.
  1. Lian Clan:
The Lian Clan was a family of alchemists and herbalists, known for their ability to brew elixirs that could enhance cultivation. Their potions were in high demand among sects, especially those focused on martial arts. The patriarch, Lian Shao, was a legendary alchemist who had discovered rare and powerful herbs that allowed him to concoct pills capable of accelerating cultivation. Yun Shaoyun knew that the Lian Clan¡¯s power came not only from their martial strength but also from their control over the cultivation process itself. Whoever controlled the best pills controlled the strongest disciples.
  1. Hu Clan:
The Hu Clan was a martial clan, one known for their mastery of beast taming and combat techniques. Hu Yulong, the current leader of the clan, was a ruthless figure who valued strength above all else. The Hu Clan¡¯s warriors fought alongside massive, powerful beasts¡ªcreatures that were capable of leveling entire cities. Yun Shaoyun had heard whispers of their ruthless training methods and their brutal warriors. While he admired their power, he also knew that the Hu Clan was not a faction to be trifled with. They would crush anyone who stood in their way. --- The Top 3 Outer Disciples Yun Shaoyun had spent the last two years watching the top Outer Disciples of the Unwavering Sword Sect, those who were on the verge of becoming Inner Disciples. Three names were always brought up in conversation: Zhao Lin, Xu Li, and Jiang Mei. These three had outshone their peers, advancing in skill and power at an alarming rate. The competition was fierce, but it was clear that only one of them could claim the coveted position of Inner Disciple.
  1. Zhao Lin:
Zhao Lin was the embodiment of martial prowess. At just 14 years old, he had already mastered the sect¡¯s most advanced sword techniques. His strikes were quick and precise, his footwork flawless. He had earned the nickname ¡°The Phantom Sword¡± because of how fast and elusive he was. Zhao Lin¡¯s rise to the top had been nothing short of meteoric, and many believed that he was destined to become an Inner Disciple. However, Zhao Lin¡¯s arrogance often made him enemies, and his overconfidence was both his strength and his weakness.
  1. Xu Li:
Xu Li was quieter than Zhao Lin, but no less formidable. His specialty was defense¡ªhe had mastered the art of counter-attacking, and his ability to turn an opponent¡¯s strength against them made him nearly invincible. Xu Li was calm, methodical, and patient, a master of strategy. His rise to the top had been less flashy than Zhao Lin¡¯s, but it was no less impressive. Yun Shaoyun admired Xu Li¡¯s cool-headedness, but he also knew that his methodical nature could be a disadvantage when faced with opponents like Zhao Lin, who preferred to attack first and think later.
  1. Jiang Mei:
The only woman among the top three, Jiang Mei was a fierce competitor. She was small in stature but quick as a whip, her reflexes faster than most of her male counterparts. Jiang Mei was known for her unpredictable fighting style, which relied on her ability to keep her opponents guessing. She was a master of close combat, using her agility to outmaneuver her enemies and strike when they least expected it. Many underestimated her because of her size, but those who had fought her knew better. Jiang Mei was a force to be reckoned with. Yun Shaoyun¡¯s research into the political landscape led him to focus on the Eastern Dragon Empire, the empire in which the Unwavering Sword Sect resided. The Eastern Dragon Empire was a vast and powerful realm, ruled by the iron-fisted Emperor Zhen Long. Emperor Zhen Long was a figure both feared and revered across the land. His reign had begun with bloodshed, conquering neighboring territories through relentless military campaigns. Under his rule, the Eastern Dragon Empire had expanded its borders, becoming the most dominant force in the region. Emperor Zhen Long had five princes and three princesses, each holding sway over a portion of the empire. But the true power lay in the constant struggle between the princes, all vying for their father¡¯s throne. It was said that Emperor Zhen Long played them against each other, watching as they fought for supremacy, all the while consolidating his own power. It was a political game as deadly as any martial competition, and Yun Shaoyun knew he had to understand it if he was to navigate the treacherous waters of court politics. The princes were no ordinary men. They were powerful in their own right, each having their own faction of loyal supporters, including elite warriors, diplomats, and strategists. But it wasn¡¯t just their strength that made them dangerous¡ªit was their ambition. The princesses, though not as powerful as their brothers, were no less politically significant. They were skilled in diplomacy and often served as peacekeepers between the rival factions within the empire. Many had used marriages to form powerful alliances with neighboring kingdoms or influential sects, strengthening their own positions. Yun Shaoyun had gathered much information in a short time. The world was vast, and the stakes were higher than he had initially realized. But one thing was clear: he couldn¡¯t afford to be just another disciple. If he wanted to survive and thrive in this dangerous world, he would have to rise above the competition. Meeting troublemaker A Troubling Sight Yun Shaoyun walked along the bustling streets of a market town outside the sect, humming to himself. The scent of roasted meat, fresh herbs, and ink from the calligraphy stalls mixed in the air. It was a rare break from training as he is on 1st stage of his bloodline( CHAOS SEED) that helps him to absorb qi energy, and he had planned to enjoy it in peace. Then he heard it¡ª Thud! A muffled groan. Curious, Yun Shaoyun turned a corner into a narrow alleyway and saw a young Outer Disciple of the Unwavering Sword Sect crumpled on the ground, his robes stained with dust and blood. Two figures loomed over him. One was a burly man with a cruel smirk, likely a bodyguard or lackey. The other was a richly dressed young man, his silk robes embroidered with golden clouds, a jade ring on his finger glinting in the light. The young master sneered, flexing his fingers as if he had just delivered the last blow. "Know your place, you lowly worm. You think you can stand in my way?" The disciple on the ground coughed, spitting out a bit of blood but refusing to back down. "I already told you¡­ she¡¯s my childhood friend! You can¡¯t just¡ª" Another kick silenced him. Yun Shaoyun leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. Ah, so it¡¯s this kind of drama. Classic. It was always the same: some arrogant rich brat, a helpless victim, and a girl caught in the middle. Yun Shaoyun sighed. He could walk away¡­ but where was the fun in that? And besides¡ªhis new power practically begged to be tested in ways beyond combat. Playing the Fool Yun Shaoyun clapped his hands loudly. "Alright, alright! What a beautiful performance! I rate the kick an 8 out of 10¡ªgood form, but lacking grace. And your threats? Oof, very clich¨¦. You should work on that." The young master¡¯s head snapped toward him, scowling. "Who are you?" This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Yun Shaoyun grinned and strolled forward, helping the beaten disciple sit up. "Oh, I¡¯m just a concerned bystander, moved to tears by your tragic villainy. Really, do you practice this in a mirror?" The lackey stepped forward aggressively. "Watch your mouth! Do you know who you¡¯re talking to?" Yun Shaoyun gasped dramatically. "Oh no! A ¡®Do you know who I am?¡¯ threat! My greatest weakness!" He placed a hand over his chest mockingly. "Spare me, great young master! I am but a humble Outer Disciple of the Unwavering Sword Sect, a place where actual talent matters more than family background." The young master''s face darkened. "You dare mock me?" Yun Shaoyun shrugged. "Only if you have the intelligence to realize it." The lackey lunged forward, but Yun Shaoyun stepped aside casually, letting him trip over the beaten disciple and land flat on his face. "Oof." Yun Shaoyun winced. "That¡¯s got to hurt." The watching crowd chuckled. The young master¡¯s face turned red with anger. "You! You think you¡¯re clever? Do you even know who I am?" Yun Shaoyun pretended to think. "Hmm¡­ judging by your fragile ego, expensive robes, and inability to win a fight fairly, you must be the young master of some influential but not top-tier family. Am I right?" The crowd murmured, amused. The young master gritted his teeth. "I am Xie Zhen of the Xie Family! One word from me, and your life in the Eastern Dragon Empire will be ruined!" Yun Shaoyun snapped his fingers. "Ah! The Xie Family. That explains a lot. You guys are known for¡­ Hmm, what was it again? Ah! Producing the finest embroidered pillows in the empire!" Xie Zhen¡¯s face twitched. "Wait," Yun Shaoyun continued. "Was it pillows? Or was it having the softest-spined young masters in history?" The crowd burst into laughter. Even the beaten disciple cracked a weak smile. Xie Zhen¡¯s hand shook with fury. "You¡­ You think you can humiliate me like this?" Yun Shaoyun¡¯s grin widened. "Oh no, no, no! I don¡¯t think¡ªI know." Flipping the Tables Xie Zhen took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "You¡¯re quick-witted, I¡¯ll give you that. But words won¡¯t save you when my guards arrive." Yun Shaoyun sighed. "See, this is why you¡¯ll never be a real threat. You rely on others too much. No personal skill, no real power¡ªjust an inherited title and a bunch of yes-men." Xie Zhen smirked. "And yet, despite all that, I can still have you thrown in jail with one order." Yun Shaoyun tilted his head. "Hmm. True. But that¡¯s only if you¡¯re still here." Xie Zhen frowned. "What are you¡ª" "Look behind you," Yun Shaoyun whispered. Instinctively, Xie Zhen turned¡ªjust in time to see a trio of armored city guards approaching the alley. Yun Shaoyun casually waved them over. "Ah, officers! Perfect timing! This noble young master was just attacking an Unwavering Sword Sect disciple without provocation. Surely such a respected family as the Xie Clan wouldn¡¯t break imperial law, right?" Xie Zhen¡¯s eyes widened. "You¡ª!" Yun Shaoyun leaned in with a smirk. "Run now, and you might be able to spin this as a ¡®misunderstanding.¡¯ Stay, and we can find out just how much your family¡¯s influence matters to the law." Xie Zhen hesitated. The guards were already too close. His reputation wasn¡¯t enough to directly challenge the Unwavering Sword Sect, not without consequences. With a furious glare, he turned. "Let¡¯s go!" The lackey scrambled to his feet, and both fled before the guards could reach them. As the guards questioned the gathered crowd, Yun Shaoyun helped the injured disciple stand. "You alright?" The disciple coughed but nodded. "Thanks¡­ I¡¯m Wei Jun. I didn¡¯t expect someone to step in." Yun Shaoyun waved off the thanks. "Eh, don¡¯t mention it. Actually, do mention it! Tell people how I, the great Yun Shaoyun, heroically saved the day with my unmatched wit." Wei Jun chuckled weakly. "I¡¯ll¡­ consider it." As the two walked out of the alley, Yun Shaoyun asked, "So, what¡¯s this about a childhood friend?" Wei Jun¡¯s face darkened. "Her name is Lan Xue. We grew up together, and she¡¯s like a sister to me. But Xie Zhen saw her once at a banquet and became obsessed. He¡¯s been pressuring her family to give her to him as a concubine." Yun Shaoyun clicked his tongue. "Classic scum behavior." Wei Jun clenched his fists. "She refuses, but her family is afraid. I don¡¯t know how to help. Can you help me with this? I am Grade-4 alchemy student, I can help you spiritual cleansing pill or any other grade 4 pill. " Yun Shaoyun¡¯s eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh? I can help you with this and also this Xie Zhen sounds like a problem that requires a¡­ special solution. But promise one thing, you will help me to get introduced to your master" Wei Jun looked at him, confused. "Ok . I promise. But, What are you thinking?", seeing glint in Yun Shaoyun eyes. Yun Shaoyun smirked. "Oh, don¡¯t worry. I¡¯m just considering how to make Xie Zhen regret ever laying eyes on Lan Xue." And just like that, his next scheme began. chepter-9 Scheme and Rumor The morning sun rose over the Eastern Dragon Empire, its golden rays filtering through the trees at the foot of The Unwavering Sword¡¯s towering gates. Yun Shaoyun had barely slept the night before. The recent days had been filled with tense moments, both in and out of the sect. But for all his efforts to avoid attention, trouble still seemed to find him. After the herb hunting expedition with Luo Feng and Mu Qinglan, Yun Shaoyun had successfully secured a rare herb that would aid him in his body cultivation. The herb was essential for his cultivation progress, something that would increase his physical strength and resilience¡ªboth necessary for the unpredictable challenges ahead. The herb would enhance his foundation, allowing his body to withstand more rigorous training and combat. Still, Yun Shaoyun¡¯s mind was clouded by something else. The rumors Xie Zhen had spread about him, painting him as a coward and a schemer, had begun to take root in the sect. The Outer Disciples whispered behind his back, their opinions shaped by Xie Zhen¡¯s malicious gossip. What frustrated him more was that it reached Elder Xue¡¯s ears. Though his master had never explicitly reprimanded him for his actions, the slight scolding from Elder Xue was a reminder that he needed to control the way the sect viewed him. It seemed there was no escape from the constant tangle of rumors and manipulation that Xie Zhen was spinning. That afternoon, Yun Shaoyun arrived in Elder Xue¡¯s chambers, the air heavy with a sense of foreboding. His master sat at his desk, his stern face illuminated by the soft glow of lantern light. When Yun Shaoyun stepped inside, Elder Xue did not immediately speak, his sharp eyes studying the disciple who stood before him. Yun Shaoyun remained silent, understanding that this was not just a casual visit. His master had a way of making even the simplest of conversations feel like an interrogation. "Yun Shaoyun," Elder Xue finally said, his voice low and measured. "I hear you¡¯ve been avoiding Xie Zhen¡¯s challenge." Yun Shaoyun straightened, offering a respectful bow. "Master, I did not want to escalate matters unnecessarily." Elder Xue¡¯s gaze hardened. "Avoiding conflict is not the way of a cultivator. A cultivator must be prepared to face their challenges head-on. If you allow Xie Zhen to think he can walk all over you, you will only feed into his arrogance." Yun Shaoyun¡¯s shoulders stiffened. "I do not wish to cause trouble, Master." Elder Xue¡¯s eyes softened, but only slightly. "I understand your hesitation, but understand this: avoiding trouble will only make you a target. Cultivators are judged not only by their strength but by their actions. You must choose how you wish to be remembered." Yun Shaoyun nodded, determination flickering in his chest. "I will not back down, Master. I will confront Xie Zhen on my terms." Elder Xue regarded him for a moment longer, then gave a small nod. "Good. But remember, you need more than just courage to succeed. You need wisdom. Strength alone will not win you every battle." The next day, the rumors surrounding Yun Shaoyun only grew louder. Word had spread quickly: Yun Shaoyun had agreed to face Xie Zhen in a public duel. Disciples gathered in small groups, talking eagerly about the upcoming contest. The once-derisive whispers now carried an edge of excitement. Some doubted Yun Shaoyun¡¯s abilities, believing he would be crushed by the arrogant senior. Others, though, wondered if there was more to Yun Shaoyun than met the eye.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere. "Is it true?" one disciple asked, glancing nervously at his friend. "Is Yun Shaoyun really facing Xie Zhen?" The other disciple shrugged, looking around cautiously. "Who knows? But if he does, it¡¯ll be a good show. Xie Zhen¡¯s too arrogant. He¡¯ll underestimate him." Back in the courtyard, Yun Shaoyun prepared for the duel. He had learned one crucial lesson after his encounter with Luo Feng: raw strength could only take him so far. The duel with Xie Zhen wasn¡¯t just about combat prowess; it was about controlling the narrative, about outsmarting his opponent. Luo Feng and Mu Qinglan stood nearby, watching as Yun Shaoyun adjusted his stance. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, but there was something different about the way he held it now. He wasn¡¯t tense. He wasn¡¯t brimming with overconfidence, either. He was calm¡ªalmost unnervingly so. His recent cultivation progress had helped him gain greater control over his emotions and instincts, allowing him to focus his mind. "You look ready," Luo Feng commented, his usual cocky grin softened by a rare moment of sincerity. "Just don¡¯t get too carried away." Mu Qinglan added her own observations. "Xie Zhen is a skilled cultivator, but he¡¯s predictable. If you focus on his weaknesses, you might find an opening." Yun Shaoyun glanced at them, his lips curling into a small smile. "Thanks for the advice. But I¡¯m going to handle this my way." Luo Feng raised an eyebrow. "And that would be?" Yun Shaoyun¡¯s grin widened. "Let¡¯s just say I¡¯ve got a few tricks up my sleeve." As the time of the duel drew near, a crowd began to gather at the training grounds. The arena was a vast open space surrounded by high stone walls, with a raised platform where the sect¡¯s elders would normally watch. Today, however, the only spectators were the Outer Disciples, eagerly awaiting the clash between the two cultivators. Yun Shaoyun stepped into the arena, his every movement deliberate. The moment he set foot on the battleground, a hush fell over the crowd. The disciples watched with bated breath, their attention fixed on the figures of Yun Shaoyun and Xie Zhen. Xie Zhen stood in the center of the arena, his sword gleaming in the sunlight. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Yun Shaoyun walking toward him. His arrogance was palpable, his stance mocking. "So, the coward finally decided to show up," Xie Zhen sneered. "I didn¡¯t think you had it in you." Yun Shaoyun ignored the taunt. His focus was entirely on Xie Zhen¡¯s movements, analyzing the way the senior held his sword, the way he carried himself. He could already tell that Xie Zhen was more concerned with showing off than winning the fight. That was exactly what Yun Shaoyun needed. The announcer raised his hand, signaling the beginning of the duel. "Begin!" Xie Zhen wasted no time, charging forward with a series of aggressive strikes aimed at Yun Shaoyun¡¯s head and torso. He was fast¡ªtoo fast for most disciples¡ªbut Yun Shaoyun was prepared. He didn¡¯t rely on brute strength; instead, he used his heightened reflexes to dodge and parry with ease. Xie Zhen¡¯s sword came at him again, but this time Yun Shaoyun didn¡¯t simply dodge. He stepped to the side, letting the blade pass him by, and with a swift motion, he countered, his sword grazing Xie Zhen¡¯s arm. The crowd gasped. Xie Zhen staggered back, his eyes widening in disbelief. He hadn¡¯t expected Yun Shaoyun to land a hit. The outer disciples watching were stunned. This wasn¡¯t the same Yun Shaoyun they had heard about. This Yun Shaoyun was confident, calculating, and now, it seemed he had the upper hand. But Xie Zhen wasn¡¯t a fool. He recovered quickly, his face flushed with anger. "How dare you!" he hissed, his body surging with spiritual energy. "You¡¯re dead now!" With a roar, Xie Zhen unleashed a powerful strike, channeling his energy into his sword. It crackled with spiritual force, and the air seemed to tremble around him. He was serious now, and the crowd could feel it. Yun Shaoyun stood his ground, but he didn¡¯t engage immediately. He could feel the surge of energy coming from Xie Zhen. The power was impressive, but it was also predictable. Yun Shaoyun grinned. "Not bad," he muttered to himself, waiting for the right moment. Xie Zhen¡¯s sword came crashing down, but Yun Shaoyun sidestepped again, this time with far more precision. As Xie Zhen¡¯s sword hit the ground, Yun Shaoyun¡¯s blade flashed¡ªquicker than the eye could follow. In a single, seamless motion, he knocked Xie Zhen¡¯s sword out of his hand, sending it flying across the arena. Xie Zhen stumbled, shock written across his face. The crowd erupted into stunned silence, their jaws collectively dropping. They had witnessed the arrogance of Xie Zhen being stripped away in mere moments. Yun Shaoyun stood tall, his sword still in hand, his body relaxed but alert. Xie Zhen, humiliated, glared at him. His pride was wounded, but his rage was even greater. "You think you¡¯ve won?" Xie Zhen spat, his voice venomous. "This isn¡¯t over." Yun Shaoyun didn¡¯t respond. He simply held his ground, his calm demeanor belying the storm of emotions he was suppressing. The duel wasn¡¯t just about victory¡ªit was about sending a message. And that message had been received loud and clear.