《Legacy of the hidden immortal》


 Chapter 1 Choice of rebirth

    Choice of Rebirth


    Like countless others, I was just another cog in the machine of life. Each day blurred into the next¡ªa monotonous cycle of waking up, working tirelessly from morning until evening, and receiving a paycheck barely worth the effort. Five days a week, the same routine. The same exhaustion. The same feeling of being trapped in a life I never truly owned.


    I watched the rich from afar, envying their freedom, their ease. How effortless it seemed for them to live, while I toiled away, barely scraping by. If not for my parents, I would have abandoned this struggle long ago. They were the only reason I kept going.


    I thought this would be my fate forever¡ªa life dictated by survival, devoid of meaning.


    Until now.


    One moment, I was at my desk, staring at the computer screen, my fingers moving mechanically over the keyboard. The next, everything vanished. The hum of office chatter, the flickering of fluorescent lights, the dull weight of fatigue¡ªall of it disappeared in an instant.


    I was somewhere else.


    An abyss. A void so deep it swallowed sound and time itself. There was no floor beneath me, no air to breathe, no body to move. The only thing that remained was my consciousness¡ªcompressed into a small, gray blob floating in an infinite sea of darkness.Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    Panic surged within me, but I had no voice, no breath to scream.


    *Am I dead?*


    The thought struck like a hammer, unraveling every shred of reason I had left. *How? When? Was it sudden? Did I suffer?* A barrage of questions, but no answers. Only silence. Only emptiness.


    Worse than the unknown was the sensation creeping in¡ªthe slow, gnawing decay of my very being. Something in this darkness was feeding on me, dissolving my mind, my memories, my soul.


    Then, a light.


    Faint at first, barely more than a flicker in the void. But it grew, expanding, pushing back the suffocating darkness. Warmth radiated from it, gentle and inviting. It was like the first breath of spring after a brutal winter, like dawn breaking after an endless night.


    And then, a thought, clear and absolute, not my own yet undeniably meant for me:


    **"Step into the light, and you shall be reborn."**


    Reborn?


    The word sent a ripple through me. *Does that mean I¡¯m truly dead?*


    Denial hit me like a wave. *No, I can¡¯t be dead! How could I have died? What about my parents? How will they feel when they find out I¡¯m gone?*


    Regret clawed at me, bitter and suffocating. *Was this really all my life amounted to? A mediocre job, a cycle of exhaustion, a life spent merely enduring?*


    Fear. Despair. Anger.


    I raged at the unfairness of it all, at the wasted years, at the unknown fate awaiting me. But no matter how much I resisted, the truth remained.


    I had only two choices.


    Stay here, trapped in this void, and let my existence be swallowed whole.


    Or step into the light and embrace the unknown.


    The latter was terrifying, but at least it held the possibility of something more.


    Slowly, I moved. Or rather, I willed myself forward. The small, gray light that was my soul drifted toward the radiance, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The closer I got, the more the warmth wrapped around me, soothing the fear gnawing at my thoughts.


    And then¡ª


    I stepped through.


    The darkness behind me collapsed, swallowed by the brilliance.


    I did not know where I was going, what I would become, or if I would even remember this moment.


    But I had chosen.


    And for the first time in my life¡ªperhaps even in my death¡ªI felt free.

 chapter 2 Encircled by wolves

    Located in the northern reaches of the Song Dynasty, Yunshan Province was known for its towering mountain ranges to the east. This natural barrier shaped the region¡¯s climate, making it cold throughout the year. Most residents had grown accustomed to the chill, but winter was another matter entirely.


    The season brought with it an unforgiving cold, burying the land under thick layers of snow. Every year, at least ten to twenty people perished from exposure, unable to withstand the relentless frost. Firewood became a precious commodity, and its price soared beyond the means of many. Those who couldn''t afford it had no choice but to venture into the perilous forests, braving both the elements and the dangers lurking within, all for the chance to survive another day.


    A set of heavy footprints pressed into the snow, winding through the frost-laden forest. The figure responsible moved steadily, each step crunching against the ice. Wrapped in layers of worn, patched clothing, the kind only a poor farmer¡¯s family could afford for winter, the person clutched an axe in one gloved hand.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.


    Though his face remained obscured by thick scarves and a hood pulled low against the biting wind, his breath came in short, visible puffs, and when he finally spoke, his young voice, though roughened by the cold, still held a tone of youthful vigor.


    "This should do," he murmured, eyes settling on a sturdy tree before him. "Ironwood¡­ a fine choice for burning. Seems fortune is on my side today."


    Without hesitation, he raised his axe.


    The sharp crack of metal biting into wood echoed through the stillness. He worked methodically, his muscles straining against the freezing air. Soon, the tree was felled, its sections neatly divided. Carefully, he covered the remaining logs with snow¡ªhiding them for another trip¡ªbefore stacking what he could onto his back.


    Unbeknownst to him, a shadow moved among the trees. A fleeting silhouette, watching. Waiting.


    As he trudged through the snow, the weight of the firewood pressing against his back, his instincts pricked at him. Something felt...off.


    Then, a low growl.


    He froze.


    Turning slowly, he saw them¡ªsix, no¡­ seven wolves. They emerged silently from the white expanse, their thick fur dusted with frost, their hungry eyes fixed on him.


    His grip on the axe tightened.


    Step by step, he edged backward.


    The wolves mirrored his movements, closing the circle.


    There was no escape.

 Chapter 3 sister concerns

    On the outskirts of Yunshan Province, among a cluster of worn-down buildings, stood a single small courtyard house. Though the surrounding structures were in various states of disrepair, this particular dwelling, despite its modest size and aging walls, was surprisingly well-maintained.


    The wooden gates, though weathered, had been recently cleared of snow, revealing faint carvings that had long since faded with time. While the house itself bore the marks of years gone by, it still held a certain dignity¡ªa testament to the care of its owner.


    Stepping inside, one would find a simple yet functional layout, characteristic of a commoner¡¯s home in ancient China.


    The courtyard, though small, was neatly arranged. A stone-paved path led from the entrance to the main living quarters, flanked by patches of earth where a few hardy plants peeked through the snow.


    The house itself consisted of three main sections:


    A small but practical kitchen, tucked to one side, with a clay stove and a simple wooden table for preparing meals. Bundles of dried herbs and vegetables hung from the eaves, while a few firewood stacks leaned against the wall¡ªprecious fuel for the harsh winters.


    Three modest bedrooms, each sparsely furnished with a wooden bed, a small table, and an oil lamp. Thin fabric partitions provided minimal privacy, while the bedding was patched but clean, a clear sign of careful upkeep despite financial struggles.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.


    A central space, used for daily activities, featuring a low wooden table and a few stools. Though the furniture was simple and worn, it was arranged with care, giving the room a warm, lived-in feel.


    The aged wooden beams and sloping tiled roof, though weathered, added a certain charm, blending practicality with quiet resilience¡ªa reflection of those who called this place home.


    In the central space. of the small courtyard, a young girl, no older than eight, sat on a low wooden stool. Her delicate features, round cheeks flushed slightly from the cold, gave her an innocent and endearing appearance. Though her simple winter clothing, patched and slightly oversized, hinted at the family¡¯s modest means, her bright eyes sparkled with warmth and curiosity.


    She tilted her head, looking up at the young man standing nearby. ¡ªa sturdy figure who appeared to be around seventeen years old . His broad shoulders and calloused hands spoke of years spent working on farms and taking on various odd jobs to support the household. Despite the hardships, he was well-built, suggesting he ate well enough. to maintain his strength.


    If one looked closely, they would notice a subtle resemblance between the two¡ªthe same contours of their faces, the same slightly upturned eyes¡ªclear signs of shared blood.


    The girl¡¯s voice, soft yet laced with worry, broke the quiet.


    *¡°Brother Xun, why isn¡¯t Brother Yuntai back yet?¡±


    Xun turned his gaze to his younger sister, his expression gentle as he reached out to ruffle her hair. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Little Yue. Brother will be back soon.¡±


    His voice was calm, but deep inside, a flicker of unease gnawed at him.


    Yuntai had gone out to gather firewood earlier that day. The household still had enough to last another three days, yet his younger brother was never one to rest idly¡ªhe always insisted on preparing ahead, braving the cold to ensure they had enough to last through the harsh winter.


    But now, as dusk settled over the courtyard, Yuntai was still nowhere to be seen.


    Xun clenched his fist, pushing down the growing sense of unease in his chest.


    Where was he?

 Chapter 4 A Desperate Escape

    A Desperate Escape


    Back in the forest, at the base of a sloping mountainside, Yuntai tightened his grip on the worn handle of his woodcutter¡¯s axe. His breath came in short, visible puffs, merging with the cold air. Slowly, he stepped backward, his muscles tense, his eyes never leaving the wolves before him.


    There were at least six of them, their low growls. vibrating through the air, their piercing yellow eyes locked onto him.


    Yuntai had killed a wolf before¡ªbut that had been different. That wolf had been injured, weak, and cast out from its pack. Even then, it had been a struggle. But now, he was facing a full hunting party. He dared not be reckless.


    The wolves moved forward in unison , each step measured, their bodies tensed like coiled springs.


    Suddenly¡ª


    A wolf lunged!


    Caught off guard, Yuntai reacted on instinct.


    With a sharp breath, he leapt backward, narrowly avoiding the beast¡¯s snapping jaws. Without thinking, he hurled his axe. with all his strength. The weapon spun through the air¡ª


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    It struck the wolf¡¯s flank, but not deep enough to be fatal. The beast yelped in pain, staggering, but the rest of the pack didn¡¯t even flinch.


    Yuntai didn¡¯t wait.


    He turned and ran.


    Snow crunched beneath his feet as he sprinted through the forest, his heart pounding like a war drum. But he knew the truth¡ªhe couldn¡¯t outrun them.


    Behind him, the pack gave chase.


    Their massive forms moved with terrifying speed, their silhouettes shifting like specters in the snow. Their growls grew louder, their fangs bared and glistening , ready to tear him apart.


    Yuntai gritted his teeth, desperation clawing at his mind.


    If he didn¡¯t think of something soon¡ª


    He would die.


    Every step felt like sinking into the abyss.


    The snow-laden forest sapped his strength, each desperate stride draining his stamina faster than he could recover. His lungs burned, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but he didn¡¯t dare stop.


    The winter trees, stripped bare of leaves, stood tall and silent, their branches heavy with frost. Though the dense trunks provided obstacles that momentarily slowed his pursuers, they did little to truly hinder the wolves.


    Still¡ªhe kept running.


    He had to.


    But his legs were failing him. His speed faltered. His body felt heavy.


    I can¡¯t¡­ keep this up¡­


    Then, a chilling realization gripped him¡ªthey were right behind him.


    He stole a quick glance over his shoulder¡ªgleaming fangs, glowing eyes, snarling maws, inches away.


    His heart pounded in terror.


    At this point, he knew¡ªhe couldn¡¯t escape.


    Reaching a clearing along the sloping terrain, he stumbled to a stop. His breath came in harsh gasps, his legs shaking under him.


    With no time to think, he snatched a sturdy fallen branch from the ground, gripping it with numb fingers. His back pressed against a massive tree trunk, his body tensed for the inevitable.


    A wolf lunged.


    With a last-second reaction, Yuntai ducked low¡ªthe beast¡¯s snapping jaws missed his throat by inches. He rolled to the right, just as the wolf slammed headfirst into the tree.


    Crack!


    The impact shook the trunk, dislodging a thick layer of snow from the branches above.


    Before the rest of the pack could react¡ªa cascade of white buried the clearing in a thick, blinding sheet.


    Yuntai seized the chance.


    Using the sudden snowfall as cover, he forced his aching legs to move¡ªpushing forward, deeper into the woods, vanishing into the storm of white.


    He didn¡¯t know where he was going.


    He only knew one thing¡ªhe wasn¡¯t dead yet.

 Chapter 5 The Mysterious Box

    The Mysterious Box


    Yuntai staggered forward, his breath ragged, his body weak. He knew turning back wasn¡¯t an option ¡ªnot with those wolves still hunting him.


    But just as he pushed through the snow, something strange caught his eye.


    Half-buried in the frost ahead lay a simple rectangular box.


    At first glance, it appeared ordinary, resembling the craftsmanship of a common carpenter ¡ªsomething one might see in a merchant¡¯s shop or a noble¡¯s collection. Small enough to carry with one hand, it bore no intricate designs, no signs of wealth or status.


    And yet¡ª it terrified him.


    A single word was inscribed on its surface.


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    A searing pain exploded in his head.


    A wave of unbearable agony crashed through his skull, forcing him to his knees. His vision blurred. The world spun violently as he clutched his head, rolling in the snow, a silent scream caught in his throat.


    The word was unfamiliar¡ª and yet, disturbingly familiar.


    Each glance at it sent a stabbing sensation through his mind, as if something buried deep within him was being forcefully dragged to the surface.


    What¡­ is this?


    The cold, the exhaustion, even the fear of being hunted¡ªnone of it compared to the sheer terror this object instilled in him.


    ---


    Gritting his teeth, Yuntai forced himself to stand, his limbs trembling.


    I can¡¯t¡­ look at it again.


    Lowering his head, he cautiously moved behind the mysterious box, using it as a shield between himself and the approaching danger. If this thing affects me like this¡­ maybe it will affect the wolves too.


    It was a desperate gamble¡ªhis last hope.


    ---


    The moment the wolves arrived, their snarling figures surrounding him, Yuntai felt his heart stop.


    The murderous gleam. in their eyes made it clear¡ªthey intended to tear him apart.


    But¡ª


    They didn¡¯t move.


    Their steps faltered. Their ears flattened, their hackles raised, and an unmistakable tension filled the air.


    They were afraid.


    Not of him¡ª but of the box.


    Despite their hunger, despite their strength, **not a single wolf dared to step closer.


    Yuntai, still gasping for breath, finally allowed himself a single shaky exhale.


    He had escaped death¡ªfor now.


    But deep inside, a new fear settled within him.


    What kind of object could even make beasts hesitate?


    And more importantly¡ª


    Why did it feel like it was calling to him?


    --

 Chapter 6

    The Chaos Within the Box


    From the outside, the box remained as unassuming as ever¡ªsimple, peaceful, and undisturbed. But within¡­


    Inside was chaos.


    A mist-like silhouette drifted through an endless dark space, its form shifting restlessly. At the edges of this void, a faint glimmer of reality seeped through¡ªa glimpse of snow-covered ground, the towering trees of a frozen forest, and the silhouette of a young man struggling to catch his breath.


    Beyond him, a pack of wolves lurked in hesitation, their predatory instincts clashing with an unnatural fear.


    And deep inside the box, Chenwei Guo watched it all.


    A Soul Trapped in Mist


    It had been one and a half years since Chenwei had awoken in this strange form.


    A body of mist, weightless and formless, devoid of warmth, touch, or sensation. No heartbeat. No breath. Only existence.


    He had tried everything to escape this prison¡ªdesperate, relentless attempts to break free. But nothing worked.


    At first, he had hoped that something had gone wrong with his reincarnation. That maybe, he was meant to be born into a new body, but the process had failed. Or perhaps¡ªthis mist-like existence was his destined form.The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement.


    Either way, he had no answers.


    Over the years, he had become intimately familiar with the silence.


    Occasionally, he would hear distant voices¡ªwoodcutters passing through the forest, talking amongst themselves, oblivious to the strange box buried in the snow. He had tried to reach out, to call for help, but no one ever noticed him.


    And so, his only company had been the books within the space.


    For reasons beyond understanding, he could read them effortlessly, as though the knowledge had always been within him. But even knowledge could only distract him for so long.


    He had resigned himself to an eternal, unchanging existence.


    Until he appeared.


    The young man outside looked exhausted, his clothes soaked in sweat despite the biting cold. He had clearly been running for his life.


    And for the first time in over a year¡ªChenwei felt something stir within him.


    Is this it?


    Is he¡­ the reason I¡¯ve been waiting?


    Yuntai surveyed his surroundings, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. He knew he couldn¡¯t keep going like this¡ªhis body was exhausted, the night was creeping in, and the cold would only grow harsher as the sun dipped below the horizon.


    If he didn¡¯t find a way to break free from this situation, he might not live to see the morning.


    His parents and siblings were probably already searching for him, but out here, in the depths of the forest, there was no one to save him.


    His options were bleak.


    He could try to fight the wolves with nothing but the wooden stick he had picked up¡ªa foolish thought.


    He could run again, but with his body at its limit, he wouldn¡¯t make it far.


    Or¡­ he could take a gamble on the box.


    The very thing that even the wolves feared.

 Chapter 7 A RISK WORTH TAKING

    A Risk Worth Taking


    Yuntai gritted his teeth, his gaze flickering between the hungry wolves and the mysterious box.


    That thing could be even more dangerous than the wolves¡­


    But he had no other choice. If even beasts obeyed their instincts and kept away, then perhaps¡ªjust perhaps¡ªit could shield him too.


    With determination burning in his eyes, he clenched his jaw and glared at the wolves, his frustration boiling over.


    "If I¡¯m going to die today, then I¡¯ll make sure I take at least one of you with me!" he roared in defiance.


    The wolves snarled in response, their low growls rumbling through the air as if they understood his challenge.


    Without wasting another second, Yuntai lowered his gaze¡ªhe still dared not look directly at the box¡ªand cautiously reached out.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    His fingers brushed against its surface.


    The moment his hand touched the box, something surprising happened.


    A wave of warmth surged through his body¡ªgentle, comforting, almost like a summer breeze.


    It was so unexpected that he stumbled in shock, accidentally dropping the box into the snow.


    He froze.


    Hadn¡¯t this thing nearly shattered his mind the last time he looked at it? Wasn¡¯t it supposed to be something terrifying?


    And yet¡­ instead of pain, instead of an ominous presence, it felt safe.


    Reeling from the shock, he quickly bent down and picked it up again.


    This time, the splitting headache that had tormented him earlier didn¡¯t return.


    Instead, the warmth remained, spreading through his limbs, steadying his breathing.


    He was still alive.


    And more importantly¡ªhe could hold it.


    As Yuntai steadied himself, he turned his attention back to the wolves.


    The moment they saw him holding the box, their aggression shifted into unease.


    They growled, their piercing eyes locked onto him, but none dared to step closer.


    Slowly¡ªone by one¡ªthey began to back away.


    The change was so sudden, so unnatural, that a shiver ran down Yuntai¡¯s spine.


    He had no idea what he was holding.


    But for now, it was the only reason he was still breathing.


    With the box firmly in his grasp, he took his first step forward.


    And the wolves¡ªthey let him go.


    A solitary silhouette moved through the snow-covered forest, its form barely visible in the dimming light of dusk. The night was creeping in, and the air had turned even colder.


    The young man trudged forward, his breath coming out in white puffs against the freezing air. In his left hand, he gripped a wooden axe, and on his back, a heavy bundle of firewood was strapped securely¡ªconcealing within it a mysterious box, hidden from sight beneath the stacked logs.


    Yes, this was still Yuntai.


    Even as his body moved automatically through the well-trodden snow, his mind was a storm of doubt and disbelief.

 Chapter 8 The rescue party

    The rescue party


    Was that real?


    Did the wolves truly turn and flee?


    It made no sense.


    Everyone in Yunshan Province knew that wolves were relentless hunters¡ªonce they set their sights on prey, they never gave up. And yet, the moment he had picked up the box, the wolves had¡­ retreated.


    At first, he had thought they were simply waiting in ambush. He had stood there, gripping the box tightly, his heart pounding, waiting for them to lunge out from the shadows.


    But they never returned.


    Only the howling wind remained.


    Even now, with the box safely concealed beneath the wood on his back, he still wasn¡¯t sure if he had survived a miracle or stepped into a nightmare.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    Realizing he couldn¡¯t afford to dwell on it, Yuntai retraced his steps hurriedly.


    The night was already closing in, and he knew better than to be caught in the forest after dark.


    Even if no wild beasts attacked him, the bitter cold alone could be his death sentence.


    Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he reached the spot where he had dropped his wood earlier. He quickly gathered the scattered logs and adjusted them carefully, using them to conceal the strange box.


    Better not let anyone see it¡­ at least not yet.


    With one final glance at the darkening sky, he turned and began the familiar journey home.


    The snow crunched beneath his boots as he trudged along the path, following a route he knew by instinct¡ªone he had walked countless times before.


    But just as the outline of his village came into view, his ears caught the distant sound of voices.


    Faint but growing louder.


    Then, through the snow-laden trees, he saw them¡ªa group of about ten men, both young and old, some around his age and others much older, holding torches that flickered against the night¡¯s embrace.


    They were calling his name.


    For a moment, Yuntai felt warmth spread through his chest¡ªthis time, not from the mysterious box, but from something far more familiar.


    His people. His family. His home.


    A tired but genuine smile crossed his lips as he finally stepped forward¡ªout of the darkness and into the light.


    Upon hearing the familiar voices of his people, Yuntai hurried forward, his exhausted body pushing through the snow.


    As he drew closer, a familiar figure stood out among the torchlit crowd¡ªa man whose presence was unmistakable.


    Standing tall with a broad, sturdy frame, his weathered face was adorned with a neatly trimmed beard that made him look both scholarly and battle-worn. Though past his prime at forty-three, there was still a vigorous energy in his movements.


    Yet, tonight, there was no warmth in his expression.


    Gone was the usual cheerful smile his son was accustomed to. Instead, his face was etched with worry, his brows deeply furrowed.


    This was Li Heng, Yuntai¡¯s father.

 Chapter 9 Returning home

    Returning home


    Li Heng wasn¡¯t alone. Beside him were familiar faces¡ªhis trusted colleagues from the city guard, longtime friends, and even kind-hearted townsfolk who had braved the freezing night to help in the search.


    Among them were also Yuntai¡¯s friends, their expressions filled with concern.


    For hours, they had traversed the unforgiving snow, their torches flickering against the chilling wind. Each step had been heavy with dread, fearing the worst.


    Then, suddenly¡ª


    A dark silhouette emerged in the distance, moving hastily toward them.


    The murmurs began.


    ¡°Is that not Li Yuntai?¡± someone whispered.


    The tension that had been gripping the search party finally loosened as heads turned toward the approaching figure.


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    Even Li Heng¡¯s unease eased slightly, though his grip on his torch remained firm.


    The moment Yuntai reached them, the gathered men fell silent.


    Their eyes took in his torn clothing, the bruises on his body, and the exhaustion that weighed heavily upon him¡ªthe unmistakable marks of a desperate struggle.


    No one spoke.


    No questions were asked.


    The story of his survival was etched into his very being.


    Then, one of the older men finally broke the silence, his voice steady yet firm.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go back,¡± he said.


    No objections. No hesitation.


    One by one, they turned back toward the village, their torches guiding the way.


    Without a word, Li Heng placed a strong, reassuring hand on his son¡¯s shoulder, and together, they walked home through the snow.


    Upon reaching the village, Li Heng (Yuntai¡¯s father) was immediately pulled aside by the gathered townsfolk. He needed to properly thank those who had stood by him, braving the cold night in search of his son.


    Meanwhile, Li Yuntai, exhausted and worn, made his way toward the familiar, unassuming courtyard¡ªthe place that had sheltered him from childhood to now.


    The moment his hand touched the aged wooden gate, he felt the weight of the night¡¯s events pressing down on him. But he pushed forward, slowly opening it.


    As the gate creaked open, a small figure was already waiting.


    Seated on a simple wooden stool in the courtyard, Li Yue, Yuntai¡¯s adorable little sister, had been anxiously watching the entrance. Her big round eyes, usually full of mischief, now carried a trace of unease.


    But the moment she spotted her brother, all worry vanished.


    ¡°Brother Yuntai is back!¡± she cried out excitedly.


    Without hesitation, she jumped from the stool and ran toward him.


    Yuntai, seeing his little sister rushing over like a tiny snowball, felt a warmth spread through his heart.


    Dropping his axe and the heavy bundle of wood, he bent down and scooped her up into his arms.


    ¡°Little Yue, you¡¯re getting heavier! What have you been eating?¡± Yuntai teased, pretending to struggle under her weight.


    The little girl giggled, her small hands patting his face as she pouted.


    ¡°Brother is lying! I eat the same food every day!¡±


    Yuntai chuckled, twirling her around once before gently setting her down.

 Chapter 10 return

    At that moment, the wooden door to one of the rooms slid open, and a young man stepped out.


    Li Xun.


    Unlike Yuntai, who had a strong, labor-hardened frame, Li Xun had a leaner build and an air of quiet intelligence. His simple scholar¡¯s robes hinted at his pursuit of knowledge, yet his eyes, filled with worry, showed he was no stranger to responsibility.


    Upon seeing Yuntai, his tense expression eased slightly.


    ¡°Brother, you¡¯re back.¡± His voice carried relief, but also quiet scrutiny.


    His gaze swept over Yuntai¡¯s bruised arms and torn clothing. There was no need for words¡ªhe knew his brother had gone through something dangerous.


    But before he could say anything, Li Yue tugged on his sleeve.


    ¡°Big brother Xun, Brother Yuntai played with me!¡± she said proudly.


    Li Xun gave her a small smile before turning his focus back to Yuntai.


    ¡°Brother, should take a warm bath,¡± he said calmly. ¡°We¡¯ll talk when Father returns.¡±


    Yuntai nodded without protest. He was too exhausted to explain right now anyway.


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    But first¡ª


    He needed to hide the mysterious box.


    Yuntai carried the stack of firewood to their small wood storage near the kitchen.


    Carefully, he placed the strange box among the wooden logs, covering it as best as he could.


    The box had saved his life tonight, but he had no idea what it truly was. Until he could figure it out, it was safer hidden away.


    With that done, he stepped out into the cold night air and let out a deep breath.


    Finally, he could wash away the night¡¯s fatigue.


    Time passed quickly, and soon Li Heng stepped into the courtyard.


    His broad shoulders, usually upright with pride, carried a slight weight of exhaustion. A long day¡¯s work and the night''s search for Yuntai had taken a toll, but seeing the soft glow of lanterns and the sight of his three children waiting patiently at the dinner table made the fatigue melt away.


    He paused briefly, his gaze lingering on the closed bedroom door where his ailing wife rested. Memories surfaced¡ªof days when laughter filled their home, when she was healthy and strong.


    But reality quickly brought him back. He turned his eyes to his children.


    Yuntai, his eldest, strong and steadfast despite the exhaustion in his eyes.


    Xun, his scholarly son, always calm and composed.


    And finally, little Yue, with her bright, innocent smile¡ªthe very reflection of her mother.


    Taking a deep breath, Li Heng strode forward and sat at the head of the table.


    As soon as he did, Li Yue beamed happily, scooting closer to his side.


    He chuckled, gently patting her head. "Little Yue, have you been behaving today?"


    The little girl pouted, crossing her arms. "Of course, Father! Brother Xun made me read boring books while waiting for Brother Yuntai!"


    Li Xun raised an eyebrow. "You can''t play all day, Yue. Even great ladies must learn."


    ¡°Hmph!¡± she huffed. ¡°But I¡¯ll never need to be great if Brother Yuntai protects me forever!¡±


    At this, Yuntai laughed, ruffling her hair. ¡°Then I¡¯ll have to work extra hard.¡±


    Li Heng smiled at their exchange. No matter how hard life became, moments like these made it all worthwhile.


    As the meal began, he decided to lighten the mood, as fathers often did in old times.


    ¡°In the great capital, they say a scholar once tried to cook a meal for a general.¡± He stroked his beard, pretending to be serious. ¡°The general took one bite and asked, ¡®Did you use water or ink to boil this rice?¡¯¡±


    Yue¡¯s eyes widened. ¡°What happened next?¡±


    Yuntai smirked. ¡°The scholar probably wrote an essay instead of cooking properly.¡±


    Li Xun sighed. ¡°You two think too little of scholars.¡±


    The family laughed, and for a moment, the cold world outside was forgotten.


    As the meal neared its end, Li Heng¡¯s expression turned serious.


    ¡°Yuntai.¡± His voice carried the weight of authority. ¡°We¡¯ll speak tomorrow about what happened.¡±


    Yuntai nodded firmly. He knew there was no avoiding it.


    For tonight, he would rest¡ªbut tomorrow, the questions would begin.

 Chapter 11 Explanation

    As the morning light stretched across Yunshan Province, the town awakened to another day of survival and hard work.


    The streets were already bustling, filled with merchants setting up their stalls, children laughing as they played in the snow, and carriages of all sizes struggling to move¡ªtheir wheels and hooves crunching against the frozen ground. Oxen and horses snorted out misty breaths, their owners urging them forward through the winter¡¯s embrace.


    Even in the harshest of seasons, life in Yunshan never stopped.


    Within the modest Li family courtyard, the morning chores had begun.


    Li Xun, ever responsible, swept the snow-covered floor with steady strokes, making way for the day¡¯s activities. Nearby, little Li Yue, determined to be useful, scrubbed the wooden furniture inside the house¡ªthough her small hands barely made a difference.


    At the other end of the courtyard, Li Yuntai, with his sleeves rolled up, wielded his axe, splitting firewood into smaller, more manageable sizes. Each strike sent crisp echoes into the cold air, blending with the distant sounds of the waking town.


    Once their morning tasks were complete, the family gathered around the wooden dining table for their meal.


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    Li Yue, ever lively, swung her legs under the table, nibbling at her warm bun.


    Li Xun ate with refined manners, silently observing the mood of their father.


    Yuntai, though physically recovered, still carried the weight of last night¡¯s events on his shoulders.


    Li Heng took a sip of warm tea before setting his cup down with purpose. His deep voice broke the morning¡¯s light chatter.


    ¡°Little Yue, go outside and play for a while.¡±


    The young girl looked up in surprise. ¡°Eh? But I want to listen too!¡±


    Her father shook his head. ¡°This is for grown-ups.¡±


    Puffing her cheeks in protest, Li Yue sighed dramatically. ¡°Fine, but I¡¯ll ask later!¡± She hopped off her chair and skipped outside, mumbling to herself about how ¡®grown-ups always had secrets.¡¯


    With Yue gone, the air in the room grew heavier.


    Li Heng leaned forward, his gaze sharp. ¡°Now, tell me everything.¡±


    Yuntai took a deep breath, his fingers subconsciously tightening around his cup.


    ¡°It started when I went into the forest to gather firewood...¡±


    He recounted everything in detail¡ªthe ambush by the wolves, the desperate escape, and finally, the mysterious rectangular box that had saved his life.


    When he described the strange reaction of the wolves, Li Xun furrowed his brows. ¡°A box that even animals fear?¡±


    Li Heng¡¯s expression remained unreadable, but his fingers tapped lightly against the table¡ªa silent sign of deep thought.


    Then, without another word, Yuntai stood up and retrieved the hidden box from where he had buried it among the firewood in the kitchen.


    He carried it back to the table and placed it down carefully.


    The family stared at the simple, unassuming monument-like box. It looked like an ordinary wooden relic, neither extravagant nor ancient. And yet¡­


    The air in the room seemed to shift.


    A faint, almost imperceptible pressure spread through the space, sending a cold shiver down their spines.


    Even Li Heng, a man who had seen much in his life, narrowed his eyes. Something was definitely not ordinary about this box.


    ¡°Where did this come from¡­?¡± he murmured under his breath.


    Silence filled the room.


    The Li family had unknowingly welcomed a great mystery into their home.

 Chapter 12 mysterious immortal

    Just as Li Heng was about to voice his thoughts¡ªperhaps this was something related to the Immortals¡ªthe air in the room stilled.


    The world around them seemed to lose its weight.


    Then, before their very eyes, golden runes began to emerge, as if ink had come alive and was bleeding out into the air from an invisible brush. The symbols pulsed, shifting like waves of flowing energy, each character brimming with an ancient power beyond mortal comprehension.


    The space trembled, and in an instant, all three¡ªLi Heng, Li Yuntai, and Li Xun¡ªfelt their souls being dragged out of their bodies.


    When they opened their eyes, they were no longer in their courtyard.


    Instead, an endless, dark expanse stretched before them. Stars shimmered in the distance, yet their light was swallowed by the vast nothingness. Celestial bodies¡ªplanets, moons, and unknown worlds¡ªdrifted through the void. Some were wrapped in golden clouds, others burned with immortal flames, and some lay in ruin, as if they had been destroyed in an ancient battle.


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    The father and sons stood frozen, their mortal senses struggling to comprehend what they were witnessing. But before they could move or speak, the scene shifted once more.


    They now stood in a place unlike any they had ever seen¡ªa tranquil, timeless realm. Ancient trees stretched high into the sky, their leaves glowing with ethereal light. A stone platform floated in the air, and atop it sat a lone figure.


    A man, dressed in flowing Taoist robes, sat in a meditative posture. His presence was overwhelming yet serene, as though he existed beyond the limitations of time itself. His features were obscured, neither old nor young, neither mortal nor divine. His presence demanded reverence¡ªnot through force, but through its sheer natural order.


    In his hands rested a wooden scripture, the pages glowing faintly.


    He was reading.


    The words from his scripture matched the very same runes that had appeared on the mysterious box. But now¡­


    They could understand.


    ¡°The Dao is nameless, yet it gives birth to all names.¡±


    ¡°The Dao is formless, yet it shapes all things.¡±


    ¡°It is the source of creation, yet it does not create.¡±


    ¡°It flows through all beings, yet it does not move.¡±


    ¡°The one who seeks the Dao must empty the self, for only in emptiness can the Dao be filled.¡±


    As the words flowed through the air, a strange enlightenment filled their souls.


    This was not merely knowledge¡ªit was a truth, woven into the fabric of the universe itself.


    And then¡ª


    Everything shattered.


    With a gasp, Li Heng, Li Yuntai, and Li Xun snapped back to reality.


    The golden runes vanished, leaving behind the simple wooden box, sitting as if nothing had happened.


    Their breaths were ragged, their bodies drenched in cold sweat.


    Li Heng, a man who had lived through countless trials, looked down at his trembling hands. His heart pounded, not in fear, but in the weight of the revelation.


    Yuntai and Xun, still dazed, exchanged glances. What had they just witnessed? Was it a dream? A vision? Or had they truly stepped into the realm of the Immortals?


    One thing was certain¡ª


    Their lives would never be the same again.

 Chapter 13 Fall of the immortal

    A Tale of the Immortals'' Fall


    The father and sons looked at each other, their minds still struggling to grasp what had just occurred. The weight of the experience pressed heavily upon them, yet it was Li Heng who finally broke the silence.


    He took a deep breath and spoke, his voice carrying the wisdom of past generations.


    "I think¡­ this is the work of the Immortals."


    Li Yuntai and Li Xun remained silent, their eyes fixed on their father, waiting for him to continue.


    Li Heng¡¯s gaze turned distant, as though he was recalling a story buried deep in time.


    "I once heard a tale from my grandfather¡­ a story from an era long before our time. He said that thousands of years ago, Immortals truly walked the land, and their presence filled the skies. They flew above the mountains, their robes fluttering like celestial clouds, and their blessings graced the earth. Mortals would burn incense, offering prayers in hopes of longevity, fortune, and enlightenment."


    The flickering oil lamp cast shadows across the dimly lit room, making the old man''s face appear even more solemn.Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.


    "But then¡­ everything changed.


    The sky began to fall."


    Yuntai and Xun inhaled sharply, their eyes widening.


    "The heavens shook, and from above, Immortals and Demons alike plummeted to the earth like falling stars. The very sky that once held them in glory became their grave. My grandfather said that during those dark times, the rivers and seas ran red¡ªnot with the blood of men, but with the blood of Immortals, Demons, and even Gods. Their corpses, some as large as mountains, reshaped the land itself. It was said that entire peaks were formed from their remains, and valleys from the craters of their battles."


    Li Heng¡¯s voice lowered, almost to a whisper.


    "Then, one day, they vanished.


    The Immortals disappeared from the heavens and the earth."


    A deep silence settled in the room.


    "The elders say it was because Heaven was angered. That the gods themselves wiped away the Immortals, sealing them away from the mortal realm forever."


    Yuntai frowned, his heart pounding. "But¡­ how could mortals know what Heaven thinks?"


    Li Heng nodded. "Exactly. That is why I never truly believed that part of the tale. But one thing my grandfather always insisted on was this¡ª"


    He looked at both of his sons with a grave expression.


    "Most of the mortal dynasties that rule today¡­ were once connected to the Immortals before they vanished."


    A chill ran down Yuntai and Xun¡¯s spines. If that were true, then the blood of Immortals might still exist in the world¡ªhidden, diluted, waiting.


    Inside the box monument, Guo Chenwei listened.


    From his dark, mist-like existence, his form shifted, trembled.


    His thoughts surged like a storm.


    ¡°So that¡¯s what happened?¡±


    He had long suspected that the world he found himself in was once ruled by higher beings. But to hear that they fell¡­ that the heavens themselves may have erased them¡­


    It was a truth far more terrifying than he could have imagined.


    And yet¡­


    The box¡ªthe very thing binding him¡ªwas still here.


    It had survived when the Immortals had not.


    Why?


    As Li Heng and his sons sat in the dim light, pondering the weight of the ancient past¡ª


    Inside the box, Guo Chenwei felt something shift.


    Something inside the monument stirred.

 Chapter 14 Gain control

    The Awakening of the Heavenly Source Monument


    Inside the monument, the void trembled.


    Cracks spiderwebbed across the misty, obsidian floor, the silence ruptured by a low, guttural groan¡ªas though some ancient, slumbering beast was stirring. From the depths of the fractures, a pillar emerged, its surface a strange amalgamation of stone and jade, gleaming faintly in the oppressive darkness. It rose slowly, ominously, like a forgotten relic forcing its way back into existence.


    Etched across its towering face, in radiant, golden characters, were the words:


    "Heavenly Source Monument."


    As the final tremors subsided, and the void settled into uneasy stillness, a sudden surge of information¡ªdense, incomprehensible, overwhelming¡ªflooded into Guo Chenwei¡¯s consciousness.


    For a fleeting moment, it felt as though his very essence might shatter under the weight of the knowledge. His mist-like form rippled violently, threatening to dissolve, but then¡­ it stabilized. The torrent slowed to a trickle, and Guo felt something shift deep within him.


    The monument had recognized him. He was no longer just a lost soul wandering in the void¡ªhe was now its master.


    The knowledge embedded in his mind was ancient, its truths both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The Heavenly Source Monument was no ordinary artifact. It existed beyond the reach of mortal understanding, a relic from an era when immortals roamed the skies and demons battled across the heavens.


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    It possessed powers Guo could barely comprehend. The monument was hidden from the world¡ªnot just by sight, but from any form of detection. Divination techniques, spiritual senses, even the divine consciousness of gods would slide off its surface like water off stone. Unless someone¡¯s eyes physically beheld it, the monument might as well not exist.


    But its true power lay in the TAO Seeds.


    Six of them¡ªeach one a core of primordial energy, brimming with the potential to shape destinies. For those already touched by the cultivation path, a TAO Seed would magnify their abilities, drawing in spiritual energy as effortlessly as lungs drew air. Their growth would become exponential, pushing them towards realms they might never have reached alone.


    But even more astonishing was the monument¡¯s ability to create cultivators. For those born without a fate tied to the mystical arts, the TAO Seeds would forge a cultivation root where none existed. Whether they flourished depended on their will, their destiny, and the mysterious currents of fate that guided all things.


    And within the monument itself¡­ a world.


    Not vast, but self-contained¡ªa miniature realm suspended in the void. Here, Guo could manipulate the very fabric of existence, shaping landscapes, nurturing spiritual flora, and perhaps even sheltering living beings. The realm pulsed with untapped potential, waiting for resources to expand its boundaries.


    But all was not as it should be.


    The monument was broken¡ªits heart fractured, its powers crippled. The knowledge poured into Guo¡¯s mind like a river flowing into a cracked vessel, leaking precious abilities into the void. Techniques that once could have shattered mountains or conjured realms from thin air were lost, their essence scattered to the winds. Weapons, once housed within the monument¡¯s depths, were now nothing more than echoes in the dark.


    And Guo Chenwei himself was bound.


    Though he controlled the monument, his consciousness could only drift a few meters beyond its surface, tethered to it like a prisoner in a cage of his own making. His power¡ªhis freedom¡ªwas no longer his own to command.


    If he wanted to escape this prison, he needed others.


    The TAO Seeds were his only lifeline. As those who inherited them grew in strength, so too would his influence expand. Their cultivation would feed the monument, breathing life back into its dormant heart, and in turn, grant Guo the ability to stretch his will further into the world.


    But that path was fraught with danger.


    The wrong person could twist the monument¡¯s power into something monstrous. A careless choice could birth a tyrant, a despot cloaked in the guise of an immortal. Guo would have to choose his inheritors carefully¡ªmen and women with courage, ambition, and the fate to shape the world without corrupting it.


    And perhaps¡­


    Guo Chenwei¡¯s mist-like form drifted in the dim glow of the monument, his thoughts heavy with both hope and dread.


    He had the power to change the world, but for now, he was still a prisoner of circumstance.

 Chapter 15 burden

    A Family''s Burden


    Guo Chenwei sighed, the weight of his circumstances pressing heavily upon him. His ethereal form hovered near the luminous surface of the Heavenly Source Monument, gazing outward at the Li family. Their simple home, their humble lives¡ªthey had no idea of the storm that might soon descend upon them.


    It was because of Li Yuntai that Guo had escaped the cold, relentless void of the snowy forest. It was through this family''s unwitting intervention that he had been recognized as the master of this ancient artifact.


    But were they worthy of becoming TAO Seed inheritors?


    Guo¡¯s mist-like form rippled thoughtfully. Gratitude stirred within him, but caution quickly tempered it. Power¡ªtrue power¡ªwas a double-edged sword. Bestowing even a fragment of the monument¡¯s potential upon the wrong person could lead to disaster. He would watch them carefully, observing their choices, their hearts. Only time would tell if they were fit to carry the seeds of immortality.


    For now, he would wait.


    Outside the artifact, the Li family remained oblivious to the monumental shift that had just occurred within the Heavenly Source Monument. The faint golden runes that had flickered across its surface had vanished, leaving behind nothing but the unassuming, weathered box hidden beneath the stack of firewood in the corner.


    They gathered around the dining table, the remnants of their morning meal still steaming between them. The usual warmth of family chatter was absent, replaced by a heavy, contemplative silence.


    Li Heng, his face lined with the burdens of both fatherhood and the weight of the unknown, finally broke the quiet. His deep voice carried a gravitas that immediately commanded the attention of his sons.


    ¡°Yuntai,¡± he began, his eyes locking onto his eldest son. ¡°We do not know if this object is a blessing¡­ or a misfortune for our family. But I must ask you¡ªdoes anyone else know of its existence?¡±Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    Li Yuntai straightened in his seat, his posture reflecting the respectful deference a son owed his father in their time-honored traditions. Bowing his head slightly, his voice was steady, yet filled with the gravity of the situation.


    ¡°Father,¡± he replied, ¡°No one outside our family knows of the box. I swear it .¡±


    Li Heng nodded, his expression unreadable. After a pause, he turned his gaze to both of his sons, his tone firm, leaving no room for debate.


    ¡°Then listen well.


    What happened today must remain a secret.


    We do not know if this¡­ artifact belongs to an immortal, or if such a being can track its whereabouts. Should the immortal come, we will humbly beg for forgiveness and return it without resistance.


    His eyes darkened with the weight of ancient wisdom passed down through generations.


    ¡°But until that day comes, we must keep this thing safe. A man¡¯s treasure can become his family¡¯s downfall. The world is full of those who would kill without hesitation for such power. Not a single soul outside this household must know of it.¡±


    The words hung heavy in the air, sinking deep into the hearts of Li Yuntai and Li Xun.


    A solemn silence followed until Li Yuntai could no longer bear the weight of his guilt. He rose slowly from his seat, his face pale but resolute. In a swift, practiced motion, he dropped to his knees before his father, pressing his forehead against the cold, wooden floor.


    ¡°Father,¡± he said, his voice trembling with remorse, ¡°this son has brought disaster upon our family. I humbly ask to bear this burden alone and accept any punishment you deem fit.¡±


    The room grew even quieter, the only sound the faint crackling of the hearth.


    Li Heng¡¯s eyes softened as he looked upon his eldest son. Rising from his chair with the steady grace of a man who had faced many battles, both in the world and within himself, he placed a strong, calloused hand on Yuntai¡¯s shoulder.


    ¡°Yuntai,¡± he said gently, lifting his son¡¯s face to meet his gaze, ¡°I understand your heart. But this is not your burden to bear alone. This is our family¡¯s responsibility.


    ¡°There will be no punishment, only vigilance. The task I give to both you and your brother is simple: keep this artifact hidden. Protect it as you would protect your own lives. Let no outsider, friend or foe, ever know of its existence.¡±


    Li Yuntai swallowed hard, his eyes glistening, but he nodded firmly.


    Li Xun, ever the calm and thoughtful one, placed a hand over his heart and said, ¡°Father, Brother, I swear upon my life to uphold this duty."


    Li Heng allowed himself a small, rare smile¡ªone filled with both pride and sorrow. He pulled both his sons into a brief, strong embrace before stepping back.


    ¡°Good. Then we are united in this. Our family stands as one.¡±


    The quiet understanding that passed between them in that moment was unspoken, but powerful.


    Beyond their courtyard walls, the village bustled with the sounds of daily life, unaware of the ancient power now hidden within the humble Li household. But inside their modest home, a family had unknowingly stepped onto a path that would change not only their fate¡ªbut perhaps the fate of the world itself.


    And somewhere within the depths of the Heavenly Source Monument, Guo Chenwei watched, his formless consciousness drifting like mist on the wind.


    The seeds of destiny had been planted.

 Chapter 16 Zhao mansion

    Five days had slipped by since the ordeal, yet the memory lingered like frost on the edges of Li Yuntai¡¯s mind. Life in the Li household resumed its familiar rhythm, but beneath the surface, subtle changes had taken root. Yuntai no longer ventured deep into the forest alone. When necessity drove him to its edge, he lingered at the periphery, wary. If he dared to journey further, he did so only in the company of trusted friends or townsfolk. The forest that had once been a source of routine and familiarity now loomed as a silent reminder of forces beyond his understanding.


    At home, Li Xun, his scholarly younger brother, remained a pillar of calm, tending to their ailing mother and watching over their little sister with quiet diligence. His steady presence became the bedrock of the household, filling the gaps Yuntai¡¯s shaken spirit could not. Meanwhile, their father, Li Heng, returned to his duties at the provincial office. Though his steps were as firm as ever and his broad shoulders carried the weight of responsibility with ease, there was a new heaviness in his gaze, the shadow of unspoken fears. The lines of worry on his face, once fleeting, had settled in like permanent etchings.


    Yunshan Province, though modest in size, thrived under the careful governance of Lord Zhao Feng of the esteemed Zhao family. Unlike many noble houses known for exploiting their people, especially during the bitter grip of winter, the Zhao family had earned a reputation for fairness and integrity. They reduced taxes in times of hardship, lent aid during droughts, and fostered a sense of unity among the townsfolk. While other provinces buckled under the greed of corrupt officials, Yunshan stood resilient¡ªa testament to leadership that valued justice over power. Here, even in the coldest seasons, the warmth of compassion endured.


    The southern district of Yunshan Province buzzed with life, even as winter''s lingering chill clung to the air. The streets leading to the Zhao Clan Manor were wide and meticulously maintained, their stone paths dusted lightly with melting snow. Though the harshest of winter was beginning to recede, the cold still painted rooftops and tree branches with delicate frost. Merchants and townsfolk bustled about, their breath misting in the crisp air, carts creaking under the weight of goods as they passed through the well-guarded district. The presence of the Zhao clan brought a sense of order and prosperity to this area


    The Zhao Manor itself stood as a testament to the clan''s prestige and refined taste. With its sweeping red-tiled roofs and intricate wooden architecture, the estate exuded an air of timeless elegance. The main hall, grand and imposing, rose at the heart of the manor, flanked by smaller, yet equally graceful, side buildings. The walls were adorned with delicate carvings and painted motifs, their vibrant colors standing in stark contrast to the muted tones of winter. A stone path, perfectly aligned and edged with well-tended greenery, led to the imposing front gate, its doors painted a bold crimson.


    Inside the manor walls, the scene was a hive of activity. Maids moved with practiced grace, their light winter robes fluttering as they tended to their duties. Some swept the courtyards, brushing away the thin layer of snow that had settled overnight, while others carried baskets of fresh produce from the storage rooms to the kitchens, their breath visible in the morning air. Near the ornamental gardens, a few maids carefully tended to the plants, ensuring that even in winter, the beauty of the Zhao estate remained unblemished. In the distance, the soft notes of a guqin drifted from one of the pavilions, mingling with the sounds of daily life, as the Zhao clan maintained their serene dominance over Yunshan Province.


    In the back courtyard of the Zhao Clan Manor, a simple yet elegant pond stretched across a quiet corner, its surface partially frozen under winter''s lingering touch. Thin sheets of ice shimmered in the soft light, reflecting the muted hues of the sky and the surrounding architecture. Delicate ripples formed where the ice had melted near the edges, revealing dark, still water beneath. A few withered lotus stems, remnants of summer''s bloom, stood frozen in time, their brittle forms a quiet testament to the changing seasons. The pond''s stone border was dusted with frost, and the air carried a crisp, clean chill, accentuated by the faint rustling of bare branches swaying in the gentle breeze.


    Nestled beside the pond was a simple hexagonal pavilion, its red wooden beams contrasting with the pale winter landscape. The pavilion''s sweeping roof was adorned with intricate carvings, its corners slightly curved upward, typical of noble architecture. Despite the season''s chill, the pavilion exuded warmth and tranquility. Inside, wooden benches lined the sides, offering a perfect spot for quiet reflection. The soft creak of the pavilion¡¯s wooden floor echoed faintly, blending with the subtle sounds of winter. This serene corner of the Zhao estate was a haven of peace, its simplicity a reflection of refined taste.


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    In the shadowed corner near the pond, a young man sat with an air of quiet composure. He was in his early twenties, his handsome face marked by sharp, elegant features that spoke of noble lineage. His dark hair was neatly tied up in the traditional style of ancient China, held in place by an ornate jade hairpin that glinted subtly in the light. Despite the cold, he wore a pristine white winter coat, its fine fabric and subtle embroidery highlighting his status. The coat draped gracefully over his shoulders, its long sleeves falling perfectly into place as he held a book in his hands.


    Though seated near the pond, the young man¡¯s gaze was not drawn to the frozen water. Instead, his sharp yet calm eyes were fixed on the pages before him, completely absorbed in the text. His expression was one of quiet concentration, the corners of his mouth set in a thoughtful line. The noble dignity that surrounded him was unmistakable, a natural grace that seemed effortless. The tranquil surroundings mirrored his composed demeanor, as if the serene winter landscape existed solely to complement his presence.


    The serene atmosphere of the courtyard remained undisturbed, save for the soft crunch of footsteps against the frost-covered stone pathway. A maid approached the pavilion, her presence blending seamlessly with the tranquil surroundings. She was dressed in the modest yet refined attire typical of noble household servants¡ªan elegant, high-collared robe of muted blue, layered with a simple yet thick overcoat to ward off the winter chill. The fabric, though plain, bore delicate embroidery along the hems, subtle patterns of plum blossoms symbolizing endurance through hardship. A sash cinched at her waist, and her sleeves, though practical, flowed gracefully with each step. Her hair was neatly tied into a bun at the nape of her neck, secured with a simple wooden pin, while a light woolen scarf draped over her shoulders for added warmth.


    Her face, youthful and slightly flushed from the cold, bore a quiet beauty¡ªsoft features framed by loose strands of dark hair that had escaped her bun. Despite her delicate appearance, there was a disciplined grace in her posture, a reflection of her training within the noble Zhao household. As she reached the pavilion¡¯s entrance, she paused respectfully, lowering her gaze slightly before stepping onto the wooden floor with measured, silent steps.


    Bowing with practiced ease, she greeted him in the soft, respectful tone reserved for members of the household. ¡°Second Young Master.¡± Her voice was gentle but clear, carrying just enough weight to draw his attention without disturbing the tranquility of the moment.


    The young man, without lifting his gaze from the book, acknowledged her presence with a slight nod, his sharp features remaining composed, as if expecting the interruption. Sensing the appropriate moment, the maid continued, folding her hands in front of her.


    ¡°The Patriarch requests your presence in the meeting room,¡± she informed him, her tone formal yet unobtrusive, as was customary in delivering messages of importance within noble families.


    The young man closed his book with deliberate calm, the faint rustle of pages the only sound in the still air. His eyes finally lifted to meet hers, a flicker of acknowledgment passing between them. Without a word, he rose gracefully from his seat, his white winter coat falling into place with effortless elegance. The maid stepped back, bowing once more as he exited the pavilion, leaving behind the serene pond and the quiet winter landscape as undisturbed as before.


    The young man rose from his seat in the pavilion, his breath forming faint wisps in the chilly air. He sighed inwardly, tucking the book under his arm as he began making his way through the Zhao manor. His steps were steady and deliberate, his white winter robe brushing softly against the polished stone pathways as he navigated through the maze of courtyards and corridors that made up the grand estate.


    After a few minutes, Zhao Liang arrived at the entrance of the main hall¡ªa structure that exuded a quiet elegance. The hall¡¯s exterior was understated, its simplicity a testament to the Zhao clan''s refined taste. Carved wooden beams supported the sweeping roof, and intricate lattice windows allowed the faint winter light to filter through, casting delicate patterns on the ground.


    Standing on either side of the entrance were two guards, their posture rigid, embodying the discipline of noble retainers. They were dressed in dark, thick tunics, layered for the season, each bearing the crest of the Zhao clan embroidered in silver thread on their chests. Swords hung at their waists, the polished hilts catching the dim light. As Zhao Liang approached, both guards bowed slightly in acknowledgment.


    ¡°Second Young Master,¡± they greeted in unison, their voices firm but respectful. One of them stepped forward, pushing open the heavy wooden door with practiced ease, allowing Zhao Liang to enter.


    Inside, the hall was spacious, its design both simple and majestic. The walls were adorned with scrolls of calligraphy and paintings of serene landscapes, their muted colors blending harmoniously with the polished wooden floors and high ceilings. The air inside was warmer, faintly scented with sandalwood from the incense burning discreetly in the corners.


    At the far end of the hall sat the patriarch, Zhao Wenhai, his presence commanding despite his calm demeanor. He occupied the central seat, an intricately carved wooden chair slightly elevated to signify his status. Flanking him were two elderly men, both appearing to be in their eighties, their weathered faces marked by time and wisdom. They sat with quiet authority to his left. To the right, seated with a composed expression, was Zhao Liang¡¯s elder brother, Zhao Rui, his posture straight, exuding the natural confidence of someone accustomed to leadership.


    Zhao Liang stepped forward, his expression respectful but unreadable. He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply, his voice steady as he greeted them in the formal manner befitting the occasion.


    ¡°This unworthy one greets Father, Elders, and Elder Brother.¡±


    Zhao Wenhai¡¯s sharp gaze met his son¡¯s before softening slightly. He gestured toward an empty seat near his brother. ¡°Zhao Liang, take a seat.¡± His voice was calm but carried the weight of authority, leaving no room for question.


    Zhao Liang nodded silently, moving to the designated seat with measured grace, his mind already bracing for the purpose behind this unexpected summons.

 Chapter 17 Meeting

    The patriarch, Zhao Wenhai, cast a solemn gaze over everyone seated in the hall. The warm light from the hanging lanterns flickered softly against his weathered face, emphasizing the weight of his words even before he spoke. The room grew quiet, the faint crackle of the brazier in the corner the only sound that dared interrupt the stillness.


    ¡°I¡¯ve summoned you all today,¡± Zhao Wenhai began, his deep voice resonating through the hall, ¡°because troubling news has arrived from the northern borders. The barbarian tribes are stirring once again. The border guards have reported heightened activity, and they are now on high alert.¡±


    Murmurs rippled through the room like a soft breeze, but they quickly faded as one of the elderly men on the left, Elder Zhao Ming, leaned forward slightly. His sharp, discerning eyes met the patriarch''s as he stroked his long, silver beard.


    ¡°The barbarians have always been restless,¡± Elder Zhao Ming remarked, his tone both curious and skeptical. ¡°What makes this different? Surely, their usual skirmishes aren¡¯t enough to unsettle our seasoned guards.¡±


    The patriarch nodded slowly, acknowledging the elder¡¯s point, but his eyes darkened with the gravity of what he would say next.


    ¡°You¡¯re right, Elder Ming. The barbarians¡¯ raids and provocations are nothing new to us,¡± Zhao Wenhai agreed. ¡°But this time, it¡¯s different. Reports confirm that their Wolf Cavalry has been sighted near the border.¡±


    A heavy silence fell over the hall. The mere mention of the Wolf Cavalry sent a chill through the room, as if the winter winds outside had suddenly crept into the very walls of the Zhao manor. The Wolf Cavalry were not mere raiders¡ªthey were the elite vanguard of the northern tribes, infamous for their brutal tactics and lightning-fast attacks. Their presence was no small threat.


    Zhao Wenhai continued, his voice steady but laced with concern. ¡°That is why the border guards have requested reinforcements. As you all know, our Zhao clan and the Bao clan are the closest to the northern frontier. The responsibility falls on us to answer this call.¡±


    Zhao Liang''s gaze sharpened, while his elder brother Zhao Rui¡¯s brows furrowed thoughtfully. The patriarch pressed on.


    ¡°We will send both reinforcements and resources to fortify the border. However, the journey from Yunshan to the frontier will take nearly a month for our forces. The Bao clan¡¯s soldiers may take about a month and a half to arrive. We cannot predict when the barbarians will strike.¡±


    He paused, his eyes sweeping across the room, gauging the reactions of those present. ¡°This is why this meeting has been called. We must decide swiftly how to proceed. Delay could cost us dearly.¡±


    The room remained heavy with unspoken tension, each member of the Zhao clan understanding the gravity of the situation. The barbarians were more than a distant threat now¡ªthey were a storm on the horizon, and the Zhao clan would be among the first to face its fury.


    Elder Zhao Qian, seated beside Elder Ming, adjusted his sleeves and leaned forward slightly, his expression calm but measured. His eyes, sharp with years of experience, swept over the gathered family members before settling on the patriarch.


    ¡°Patriarch Wenhai,¡± Elder Qian began, his voice steady and authoritative, ¡°while the situation at the border is indeed concerning, we must not act rashly. The barbarians are unpredictable, yes, but we do not yet have confirmation of an imminent attack. Even if they were to strike, the border guards and fortress are fortified enough to withstand such pressure. They¡¯ve held firm before, and as long as no major breach occurs, they should be able to endure for at least half a year.¡±This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    A murmur of agreement passed through a few of the seated elders, but Zhao Wenhai¡¯s expression remained stern. He raised a hand, and the hall quieted once more.


    ¡°Elder Qian, your caution is understandable,¡± the patriarch replied, his voice slow but resolute. ¡°However, this year¡¯s winter has been harsher and longer than any in recent memory. The snows came early, and they have lingered well into the season. This has strained the border¡¯s resources severely.¡±


    Zhao Wenhai¡¯s gaze hardened as he continued, ¡°For months now, the guards have been surviving on dwindling supplies. Their strength is not what it was. Even the bravest soldiers cannot fight on empty stomachs. Hunger dulls the blade and weakens the arm. If the barbarians time their assault well, our forces might falter before reinforcements can arrive.¡±


    The room fell into thoughtful silence. The reality of the prolonged winter and its toll on the border defenses weighed heavily on everyone present.


    After a moment, Zhao Rui, the eldest son, spoke up. ¡°Father, even if we send reinforcements, moving with the necessary rations through the snow will slow our soldiers down. The treacherous terrain will delay them, perhaps pushing their arrival beyond a month. The Bao clan will face the same difficulties.¡±


    Zhao Wenhai nodded, acknowledging his son¡¯s point. ¡°That is why I propose a different approach,¡± he declared, his tone firm. ¡°We will divide our forces into two groups. The first batch will depart immediately, carrying only minimal rations to ensure speed. Their mission will be to bolster the morale and defense of the border until further help arrives.¡±


    He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing.


    ¡°The second group will follow, tasked with transporting the bulk of the rations and supplies. Though they will move slower, their arrival will be crucial to sustaining the defense in the long term. This way, we balance speed with sustainability, ensuring our forces are both timely and well-provisioned.¡±


    The elders exchanged glances, nodding slowly as the strategy settled in their minds. Elder Qian, though still cautious, gave a slight bow of his head in acknowledgment.


    ¡°A wise plan, Patriarch,¡± he conceded. ¡°It balances both prudence and action.¡±


    Zhao Wenhai looked over his family, his eyes lingering on Zhao Rui and Zhao Liang.


    ¡°This will not be an easy task,¡± he concluded. ¡°But our Zhao clan has never shied away from responsibility. We will protect our land, our people, and our honor.¡±


    The hall echoed with a unified, solemn nod, as the Zhao clan steeled themselves for the coming trials.


    Patriarch Zhao Wenhai''s voice resonated through the hall with authority, leaving no room for doubt.


    "The first division will be under your command, Zhao Rui," he declared, his gaze fixed firmly on his eldest son. "You are to depart by tomorrow at first light. The morale of the border depends on your swift arrival."


    Zhao Rui, clad in a deep blue robe befitting his status, rose from his seat with measured grace. He stepped forward, clasping his hands in a respectful salute before bowing deeply to his father.


    "I, Zhao Rui, swear upon the honor of our clan," he proclaimed, his voice steady and resolute, "that I and the soldiers under my command will not disappoint you, Father. We will reach the border swiftly and stand firm against any threat."


    Zhao Wenhai gave a slight nod of approval, his eyes reflecting both pride and the heavy burden of responsibility. "Good," he replied curtly. "You may leave now to make your preparations. Ensure everything is ready before dawn."


    Without another word, Zhao Rui straightened, gave a final respectful bow to the elders in the hall, and turned to exit, his footsteps echoing with purpose.


    The patriarch then shifted his gaze to his second son, Zhao Liang, who sat quietly but attentively beside his younger brother.


    "As for you, Zhao Liang," Zhao Wenhai continued, "you will lead the second division, responsible for transporting the rations and supplies. It is a task of equal importance. Without sustenance, even the bravest soldiers will fall. Your third brother will remain here¡ªhe is still too young to partake in this responsibility."


    Zhao Liang¡¯s eyes flicked to his younger brother, Zhao Min, seated beside him. The boy, barely in his teens, had a calm demeanor but a hint of shyness lingered in his expression. Despite his youth, there was a quiet strength in his eyes that spoke of future potential. Zhao Liang offered him a reassuring smile before rising to his feet.


    With deliberate grace, Zhao Liang stepped forward and performed a formal bow, the sleeves of his white winter robe cascading down like falling snow. "I, Zhao Liang, swear upon our family¡¯s name that I will deliver the supplies safely to the border. I will not fail you, Father."


    Zhao Wenhai studied his second son for a long moment before nodding with approval. "See that you do. Both of you carry not just the hopes of this family, but the lives of many on your shoulders." His gaze softened slightly as it moved between Zhao Liang and Zhao Min. "You may both leave now. Prepare well."


    Zhao Min, though young, rose with respectful composure. Bowing first to his father and then to the elders, he murmured softly, "I will honor the clan here in Yunshan, Father."


    The patriarch gave a small, approving nod.


    With that, Zhao Liang and his younger brother turned, their steps light but purposeful as they exited the grand hall. The heavy wooden doors closed behind them with a deep, echoing thud, leaving the elders and the patriarch to contemplate the weight of the days ahead.

 Chapter 18 northern barbarian

    As the heavy doors of the hall shut behind Zhao Liang and Zhao Min, a thoughtful silence settled over the room. The patriarch, Zhao Wenhai, remained seated, his eyes lingering on the closed entrance before he finally turned his attention back to the two elders seated beside him.


    "What do you both think of them?" he asked quietly, his voice carrying the weight of a father¡¯s concern hidden beneath the veneer of a leader¡¯s duty.


    Elder Ming, the more reserved of the two, stroked his long, white beard thoughtfully. His eyes, sharp despite his age, reflected a mix of pride and caution. After a moment, he sighed deeply and spoke.


    "Both of them possess the qualities needed to lead this clan," Elder Ming remarked, his voice slow and measured. "Rui, as the eldest, is naturally domineering¡ªfirm in his commands and unyielding on the battlefield. His strength lies in his ability to inspire and lead soldiers with unwavering confidence." He paused, his gaze shifting to the door where Zhao Liang had exited. "But Liang¡­ Liang is different. He is gentle, composed, and wise beyond his years. His calmness in the face of uncertainty and his ability to see the broader picture make him equally suited to become the next head of the Zhao clan."


    Zhao Wenhai nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "That is what I have long believed as well," he admitted. "It is why I assigned them each a leadership role. I want to see how they handle not only the responsibilities but also the unexpected challenges that come with them. This will reveal who among them truly has the heart and mind to lead this family into the future."


    Elder Qian, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up, his tone laced with concern. "While I understand the importance of this test, Patriarch," he said carefully, "war is a dangerous crucible. We do not know how the northern barbarians will behave this time. The stakes are higher than mere leadership. You risk not only their futures but their lives."


    Zhao Wenhai¡¯s gaze hardened slightly, though there was a flicker of pain in his eyes. "I am aware of the risks, Elder Qian," he replied solemnly. "But the world does not spare the unprepared. If they cannot withstand the trials ahead, they will never be fit to lead this clan. Our family has endured for generations not because we shield our heirs from danger, but because we forge them in the fires of responsibility."


    Elder Ming gave a quiet nod of agreement, though the weight of the decision hung heavy in the room. Elder Qian sighed, realizing that the patriarch¡¯s mind was set, yet his concern lingered.


    "Let us hope the northern winds are kind," Elder Qian murmured, "and that fate does not test them beyond what they can bear."


    The room fell into a contemplative silence once more, each man lost in his thoughts, as the Zhao clan prepared for the trials that lay ahead¡ªboth on the battlefield and within their own hearts.


    The Northern Mountains stood tall and imposing, their jagged peaks cloaked in a perpetual shroud of snow and ice. Even during the fleeting reprieve of other seasons, when the cold slightly relented, the region remained an unforgiving expanse of frostbitten terrain. But in the heart of winter, the cold was merciless, biting into the very marrow of one¡¯s bones. Yet, it was here, amidst the relentless snowstorms and frozen winds, that the northern barbarians thrived¡ªa people forged by the harshness of their homeland.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    Nestled in the vast, snowy blizzard plains, clusters of dwellings broke the monotony of the white landscape. The homes were a mix of rugged, dome-shaped snow huts and sturdy tents fashioned from thick animal hides¡ªprimarily the pelts of wolves, bears, and other beasts native to the region. These hides, layered over wooden frames, provided insulation against the unforgiving cold. The snow huts, on the other hand, were expertly crafted from compacted ice and snow, their interiors surprisingly warm, heated by small fires and the shared body warmth of families huddled together.


    The barbarian community bustled with life despite the brutal climate. Men and women, their faces weathered by years of exposure to the elements, moved with purpose, their steps sure on the icy ground. Their physiques were strong and rugged, a testament to a life of constant struggle against both nature and rival clans. Their clothing reflected the need for both warmth and mobility¡ªthick furs draped over broad shoulders, with underlayers of leather and wool. Heavy boots made from animal skins were laced tightly to their legs, and fur-lined hoods framed faces marked by battle scars and tribal tattoos.


    Children, too, bore the markings of a warrior''s upbringing. Even at a young age, they wore simplified versions of adult garments¡ªtight-fitting leather to keep in warmth, layered with lighter furs for protection. Small daggers or wooden practice weapons were strapped to their sides, a constant reminder that in this harsh world, one had to be ready to fight from the moment they could walk. They played rough games in the snow, mimicking battle formations or hunting techniques under the watchful eyes of their elders.


    The center of the encampment was marked by a large communal fire, its flames flickering brightly against the backdrop of the endless white. Here, the clan gathered to share meals, exchange stories of hunts and battles, and discuss matters of survival. The air was filled with the scent of roasted meat¡ªgame caught from the surrounding forests¡ªand the rhythmic beat of drums, used to communicate over vast distances or to accompany tribal rituals.


    Around the periphery, wolf cavalry units could be seen preparing. These were the pride of the northern barbarians¡ªelite warriors who rode massive, fearsome wolves, creatures nearly as large as horses but far more agile in the snow. The riders wore hardened leather armor reinforced with bones, and their weapons were simple yet brutal: axes, spears, and heavy swords designed to cleave through both man and beast. Their wolves, with thick fur and piercing eyes, snarled restlessly, eager for the hunt or the coming battles.


    At the center of the barbarian settlement stood the chieftain¡¯s tent, built from sturdy animal hides and wooden supports. Despite the persistent snowfall, it remained firm, a simple yet commanding structure. Inside, the tent was modestly furnished¡ªjust a few furs for warmth and a large stone table in the middle, where two strong barbarians leaned over a map.


    Across from them stood their chieftain, dressed in plain but authoritative barbarian attire. His expression was calm, his eyes sharp as he studied his men.


    ¡°We will attack the border fortress tonight,¡± he said firmly, his voice steady and direct.


    He glanced back at the map and continued, ¡°By now, they¡¯ve likely noticed our movements and may have sent reinforcements. But that doesn¡¯t matter. If we take the fortress before they arrive, we¡¯ll have the advantage. We can negotiate terms¡ªor continue pressing the attack.¡±


    One of the men looked up from the map, his brow furrowed. ¡°Our scouts say the patrols are weak at night. The snow will help cover our approach, but none of that will matter if we can¡¯t get the gates open.¡±


    The chieftain nodded thoughtfully. ¡°I¡¯ve already considered that. We¡¯ll send in a team skilled in concealment to infiltrate the fortress while we launch a direct assault.¡±He pointed to different parts of the map, outlining the plan. ¡°We¡¯ll divide our warriors into three groups. The first will engage the enemy and distract them, giving our infiltrators time to slip inside. The Shadow Wolves will handle that.¡±


    The men exchanged quick, understanding glances at the mention of the Shadow Wolves¡ªthe elite warriors known for their stealth and precision.


    ¡°Once the gates are open,¡± the chieftain continued, ¡°the Frostfang Riders will charge through and secure the entrance. The rest of our foot soldiers will follow, overwhelming the fortress from within.¡±


    The men nodded, their expressions serious but confident. The plan was clear, and each knew their role.


    The chieftain gave one final look around the tent, his voice firm but calm. ¡°Prepare yourselves. By morning, that fortress will be ours.¡±

 Chapter 19

    The Northern Border Fortress stood as a symbol of resilience, its solid stone walls built to withstand both time and enemy assaults. Wooden torches were placed at intervals, casting flickering light against the encroaching darkness, while the biting winter cold pressed relentlessly against the fortifications.


    Atop the fortress walls, guards kept a constant watch, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of approaching threats. Inside the fortress, patrols moved in pairs, their steps steady and cautious. The harsh conditions and looming danger left no room for complacency¡ªno guard dared to lower their vigilance.


    Far beyond the visible range of the fortress, the cold, dark night stretched endlessly, sending shivers through anyone bold enough to defy its harsh embrace. In this frozen expanse, a group of barbarian warriors stood, their breath visible in the frigid air as they fixed their eyes on the distant stronghold.


    The barbarian commander, a towering figure with a weathered face and piercing eyes, gazed at the fortress''s sturdy stone walls. The flickering torches along the ramparts cast faint, defiant glows against the darkness. He turned to the warriors gathered behind him, his voice firm and filled with resolve.


    ¡°Tonight, we will bring those walls down,¡± he declared, his words cutting through the cold like a blade. ¡°Let those cowardly Song Ren hide behind their stones. It will not save them.¡±


    A murmur of agreement rippled through the ranks, growing louder as another warrior stepped forward, his voice booming to rally the men. ¡°The Song Ren have grown soft behind their walls! But we¡ªwe¡ªare the children of the wild! The snow is our ally, and the night hides our strength!¡±


    The warriors roared in approval, their voices merging into a powerful, unified cry that echoed across the frozen plains. Their wolves, sensing the surge of energy, lifted their heads to the sky and howled, the sound mingling with the warriors¡¯ battle cries, filling the night with a fierce, primal chorus.


    The commander raised his weapon high, his eyes burning with determination. ¡°¡°Prepare for battle! By dawn, the Song Ren fortress will be ours!¡±


    With that, the warriors readied themselves, their hearts pounding with anticipation as they moved into position, the cold night now ignited with the fire of impending war.


    As the commander¡¯s final words hung in the frigid air, a towering barbarian stepped forward, his breath misting in the cold. From his side, he pulled out a massive horn, carved from the tusk of a long-dead beast and adorned with crude markings of past conquests. He raised it to his lips, and with a deep breath, unleashed a sound that tore through the night.


    The horn¡¯s call was not just loud¡ªit was unnatural. A deep, guttural bellow that seemed to claw at the very soul of anyone who heard it. The eerie sound echoed across the frozen plains, seeping into the cracks of the fortress walls. It was a noise meant not just to signal war, but to unnerve, to break the spirit before the first sword was drawn.


    But for the barbarians, the horn was a spark. The unsettling sound ignited something fierce within them¡ªa primal hunger for blood and battle. Their eyes gleamed with wild anticipation, their breaths quickened, and their muscles tensed like drawn bows. The eerie wail, meant to instill fear, only deepened their bloodlust.The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    With a thunderous roar, the barbarians surged forward, their charge like a wave crashing against the silence of the night. The Frostfang Riders led the assault, mounted atop snarling wolves with eyes that gleamed like embers in the dark. They carried strong bows slung across their backs and small wooden shields strapped to their arms, allowing for swift, fluid movement. The wolves moved with terrifying speed, their powerful limbs propelling them across the snow as if they were part of the wind itself.


    Behind them came the foot soldiers, their armor simple and sparse¡ªjust enough to protect vital areas, but light enough to keep them agile. They wielded a chaotic array of weapons: rusted axes, jagged spears, crude swords stained from past battles. Some carried heavy wooden ladders on their shoulders, their purpose clear¡ªto scale the fortress walls and drag the enemy down from their supposed sanctuary.


    The ground trembled beneath the fury of their charge, a deafening blend of pounding footsteps, snarling wolves, and the relentless battle cries that pierced the night. The scene was a maddening vision of chaos and raw power¡ªa living nightmare that blurred the line between man and beast.


    At the rear of the assault, the barbarian commander stood tall, his eyes locked on the fortress ahead. But now, they burned not with strategy or cold calculation, but with unrestrained bloodlust. His breath came heavy, each exhale visible in the icy air as a wild grin spread across his face. The thrill of the impending slaughter coursed through his veins, and for a brief moment, he looked less like a man and more like a force of nature¡ªunstoppable, merciless, and driven by the singular desire to conquer.


    With a guttural roar of his own, he raised his weapon high, his voice merging with the unholy symphony of war as he charged into the fray, ready to tear down the walls and the souls behind them.


    The eerie blare of the horn and the ferocious roar of the barbarians shattered the stillness of the night, echoing across the plains and reverberating off the stone walls of the fortress. Atop the ramparts, the patrol guards stiffened, their eyes widening as the dark silhouettes of the charging enemy emerged from the shadows.


    One guard, heart pounding in his chest, opened his mouth to raise the alarm¡ªbut before a sound could escape, an arrow whistled through the air with a deadly hiss. It struck him cleanly in the skull, the force snapping his head back. His body crumpled, toppling over the edge of the wall.


    The sickening thud of his body hitting the frozen ground below echoed unnervingly in the silence, a dull, heavy sound that felt final, like the slamming of a coffin lid.


    The remaining guards froze for a heartbeat, their voices caught in their throats. But the enemy''s presence was undeniable now¡ªthe ground trembled with the weight of charging warriors, the wolves'' howls slicing through the cold air.


    A second later, another guard found his voice, his shout piercing the night: ¡°Barbarians! They¡¯re attacking! Get to formation!¡±


    Inside the fortress, the alarm quickly spread. Torches flared to life, casting frantic shadows against the stone walls as soldiers scrambled to their positions.


    In a modest, stone-built mansion near the center of the fortress, a guard burst through the doors, his face flushed from the cold and the fear gripping his chest. He hurried down the dim corridor, his boots echoing against the stone floor, and flung open the door to the command room.


    Inside, the commander sat calmly at a low table, his fingers lightly tracing a map spread before him. He looked to be in his early forties, his face marked by the hard lines of countless battles. A neatly trimmed beard framed his strong jaw, and his eyes¡ªsharp and unwavering¡ªcarried the weight of a man who had seen more wars than he cared to count. The flickering lantern light reflected off the worn armor resting in the corner, a silent testament to his years of service.


    The guard bowed quickly, breathless. ¡°General Zhang! The barbarians¡ªthey¡¯re attacking!¡±


    General Zhang didn¡¯t flinch. His gaze lifted slowly to the soldier, calm and steady, as if the news was nothing more than a change in the weather. He exhaled through his nose, the faintest hint of a sigh betraying his frustration¡ªnot at the danger, but at the inevitability of it all.


    Rising to his feet with the ease of a man who had done this countless times before, he adjusted the simple robes over his armor and gestured toward the door.


    ¡°Gather the men at the courtyard,¡± he ordered, his voice low but firm, carrying the quiet authority of experience. ¡°Tell the archers to take their positions on the walls. Lock down the gates¡ªno one in or out until I give the order.¡±


    The soldier hesitated for a heartbeat, perhaps expecting more urgency. But Zhang¡¯s steady eyes met his, unblinking. ¡°And don¡¯t panic,¡± he added, his tone cutting through the tension like a blade. ¡°Fear is the enemy''s first weapon. Let¡¯s not hand them a victory before they reach the walls.¡±


    With a quick nod, the soldier turned and sprinted out, his footsteps echoing down the hall. General Zhang remained still for a moment, listening to the growing sounds of chaos outside¡ªthe shouts, the clash of weapons being drawn, and the distant, haunting howls of the wolves.


    Then, with a final glance at the map, he strapped on his armor and stepped out into the night, ready to face the battle head-on, as he always had.

 Chapter 20 Attack

    Outside the mansion, chaos reigned. Soldiers clad in mismatched armor sprinted through the snow-dusted courtyards, their breaths visible in the frigid night air. The clash of metal and the frantic shouts of men filled the space as officers barked orders, trying to restore some semblance of order amid the confusion. Some soldiers hauled crates of arrows toward the walls, while others struggled to ready their weapons¡ªspears, swords, and bows glinting faintly under the flickering torchlight. The cold winds carried the tension, mixing it with the distant, eerie howls of wolves.


    General Zhang, now fully clad in his battle armor, stepped out of the mansion with the calm presence of a man who had seen countless nights like this. His armor gleamed faintly under the dim light, a simple but sturdy set worn by a man who valued function over display. His steps were purposeful, his posture straight¡ªnot hurried, but determined, the kind of steady gait that inspired confidence in those around him.


    Two guards flanked him, their expressions tense but resolute. The general moved through the chaotic courtyard, and as he passed, soldiers instinctively made way, their frantic movements slowing, if only for a moment, in the presence of their leader. His calm amidst the chaos was like a stone in the middle of a raging river.


    When General Zhang ascended the fortress wall, the defenders were already in position. Archers lined the ramparts, their bows drawn and eyes focused on the dark silhouettes rushing towards them. The ground trembled beneath the weight of the charging barbarians, their howls and war cries growing louder with every passing second.


    The general stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the approaching horde. The barbarians were closer now, their numbers vast, their movements wild and unrelenting. But Zhang¡¯s gaze was steady, unshaken.


    ¡°Archers,¡± he called, his voice carrying over the sounds of battle, calm but commanding, ¡°prepare to fire.¡±


    The archers adjusted their stances, drawing their bowstrings tighter, the tension in the air matching the pull of their strings.


    For a brief moment, there was silence¡ªjust the howl of the wind and the distant roar of the enemy.


    Then, with a sharp, decisive motion, Zhang raised his arm and brought it down.


    ¡°Fire!¡±


    A thousand arrows soared into the night sky, their dark forms blotting out the stars. The cold, biting wind howled through the fortress, making it difficult for the arrows to follow a perfect trajectory. Yet, many still found their mark.


    Down below, the first wave of barbarians met the storm of arrows. Some were struck down instantly, their bodies collapsing into the snow, lifeless before they hit the ground. Arrows pierced through limbs, chests, and skulls, the sharp thwack of impact barely audible over the screams and roars.


    The unlucky ones fell where they stood, their blood staining the pristine snow. The fortunate¡ªif such a word could be used¡ªsuffered only glancing wounds, arrows grazing their flesh or embedding shallowly into muscle. Many raised crude wooden shields to protect themselves, the arrows thudding harmlessly against the makeshift defenses.


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    But even as the volley slowed their advance, it did little to dampen their fury. The sight of fallen comrades, the sting of blood in the air¡ªit only fueled their bloodlust. With wild, guttural roars, the barbarians surged forward once more, their pace undeterred, their hunger for battle burning hotter than before.


    General Zhang watched from the walls, his expression unreadable. He knew this was only the beginning. The real battle had yet to unfold.


    Arrows continued to rain down like a relentless storm, their sharp whistles slicing through the frigid night air. But no matter how many barbarians fell, it was as if the horde had no end. Their numbers surged forward, undeterred, the bodies of the fallen trampled beneath the feet of their comrades. Even those pierced by arrows in their limbs or shoulders refused to falter, screaming in defiance as they pressed toward the fortress walls, their blood staining the snow crimson.


    General Zhang stood firm atop the battlements, his sharp eyes narrowing as he watched the barbarians draw closer, their wild roars growing louder with each step. He knew the walls wouldn¡¯t hold them back forever. It was time for the next phase.


    ¡°Archers!¡± he bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. ¡°Fall back! Prepare for melee!¡±


    The soldiers reacted instantly, their discipline honed by countless drills and battles. The archers swiftly slung their bows over their shoulders and retreated behind the front lines, while half of them dropped their quivers and seized spears from the weapon racks lining the wall.


    ¡°Melee units, forward!¡± Zhang commanded, his voice steady, unwavering. ¡°Form ranks! Hold the line!¡±


    The heavily armored soldiers surged to the front, their shields locking together with a resonant clang, forming an impenetrable barrier of steel and determination. Spears bristled between the gaps, ready to skewer any foe who dared breach the wall.


    Zhang turned to his men, his voice lowering but losing none of its authority. ¡°Listen well!¡± he called out, his gaze sweeping across the rows of hardened faces. ¡°Once they¡¯re on the wall, cut them down. Do not let them gain a foothold. Push their ladders back¡ªbreak their momentum. No one breaches this line. Not while I still draw breath.¡±


    The soldiers nodded grimly, their grips tightening on their weapons. The tension in the air was palpable, but Zhang¡¯s presence grounded them. Their general wasn¡¯t just giving orders¡ªhe would stand and fight beside them.


    Moments later, the first barbarian ladders slammed against the fortress walls with a heavy thud, shaking the stone beneath their feet. The barbarians began to climb with reckless fury, their hands grasping for blood and victory.


    But the defenders were ready.


    The first barbarian to crest the wall barely had time to raise his weapon before a soldier¡¯s sword cleaved through his neck, sending his body tumbling back into the chaos below. Another attempted to climb over the battlements, only to be met with a spear thrust through his chest, his scream cut short as he was shoved back into the writhing mass of bodies below.


    Ladders were kicked away, some splintering under the force of the defenders¡¯ boots, sending entire groups of barbarians plummeting to their deaths. But still, they came¡ªwave after wave, their bloodlust only growing as more of their brethren fell.


    The battlements became a slaughterhouse. Blood splattered the stone walls, running in thick rivulets and pooling at the soldiers¡¯ feet. The screams of the dying¡ªboth barbarian and defender¡ªrose into the night, mingling with the clash of steel and the guttural roars of rage and pain. The air itself seemed to shudder under the weight of the violence.


    As the battle raged, the soldiers began to tire. Their muscles burned, their breaths came in ragged gasps, and their arms felt heavy from the constant swinging of swords and thrusting of spears. But discipline held. As one soldier faltered, another stepped in to take his place, the line never breaking.


    Above the melee, archers who had remained on the wall continued to loose arrows into the fray. Though their shots were less effective now, they still managed to thin the ranks of the barbarians surging toward the ladders, buying precious moments for the defenders.


    Through it all, General Zhang fought alongside his men, his blade a blur of cold steel. Each swing of his sword was precise and deadly, cutting down any barbarian foolish enough to approach him. His armor was streaked with blood¡ªsome his own, but most belonging to the enemies who had underestimated him.


    But even with their relentless defense, the battle showed no signs of slowing. The barbarians¡¯ numbers seemed endless, their fury unyielding. The fortress walls were slick with blood, and the bodies of the dead¡ªboth soldier and barbarian¡ªpiled high, creating grotesque barriers of flesh and bone.


    Yet, through the horror and chaos, the defenders held the line, their spirits anchored by the unyielding presence of their general. The fortress had become a crucible of blood and steel, and only time would tell who would emerge victorious from the symphony of screams and steel that echoed through the snowy night.

 Chapter 21 infiltration

    The rhythm of battle echoed faintly in the distance, a constant hum of chaos and bloodshed. But far from the frontlines, on the less fortified side of the northern fortress, a different kind of tension brewed. Here, the flickering wooden torches barely pierced the darkness, their dim light casting long, wavering shadows across the cold stone walls. The jagged rocks that jutted out from the fortress base made this side a poor battleground, but it still required vigilance¡ªany weakness could be exploited.


    Atop this quieter section of the wall, a handful of guards paced back and forth, their eyes scanning the horizon with wary determination. The distant sounds of clashing steel and barbarian war cries weighed heavily on their minds, casting a shadow of unease over their otherwise routine patrol.


    Two guards moved slowly along the ramparts, their breaths visible in the frigid air. Their armor clinked softly with each step, the noise barely audible over the faint echoes of the battle raging on the other side of the fortress.


    ¡°Do you think they¡¯ll break through the front?¡± one of them murmured, his voice low, as if afraid to disturb the fragile calm of this side of the wall.


    The other guard, slightly older with a scar running across his jaw, shook his head but didn¡¯t stop scanning the darkness. ¡°General Zhang won¡¯t let that happen. But¡­¡± He trailed off, his gaze lingering on the distant flickers of light from the frontline. ¡°It¡¯s not the front I¡¯m worried about.¡±


    The younger guard frowned, gripping his spear a little tighter. ¡°You think they¡¯ll try something here?¡±


    ¡°Wouldn¡¯t you?¡± the older guard replied, his voice grim. ¡°It¡¯s quiet here. Too quiet.¡±


    Their conversation was brief, but the tension in their voices mirrored the unease shared by every man on that wall. The guards moved on, their eyes darting to every shadow, every rustle in the wind, knowing that even a moment''s lapse could mean death.


    Unbeknownst to them, danger was already creeping closer.


    Far beyond the visible range of the fortress, a group of figures blended seamlessly into the snow-covered landscape. Their bodies were wrapped tightly in white furs and cloaks dusted with frost, their faces obscured by cloth to match the icy surroundings. The bitter cold that gnawed at the exposed skin of the fortress guards seemed to have no effect on them; they moved with a quiet, practiced efficiency, as if they were part of the very winter itself.


    At the center of this silent group stood their leader¡ªa man in his late forties, his face weathered and hardened by years of similar missions. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the fortress walls with the keen precision of a predator sizing up its prey. A few streaks of gray ran through his dark beard, but his movements held the confidence of a man who had done this too many times to count.


    He raised a gloved hand, signaling his squad to halt. The snow crunched softly beneath their boots as they came to a stop, crouching low to stay hidden in the undulating terrain. The leader¡¯s gaze lingered on the guards pacing the top of the fortress, his mind already mapping out their movements.


    ¡°It seems they¡¯ve placed more guards here than we anticipated,¡± he muttered, his voice low but firm, carrying the weight of authority. His breath formed small clouds in the cold air, dissipating quickly as he spoke. ¡°But that doesn¡¯t change our mission.¡±


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    The men around him remained silent, their eyes locked on him, waiting for orders. The leader turned to one of his closest subordinates, a younger man with sharp eyes that gleamed even in the dark.


    ¡°There¡¯s no room for mistakes,¡± the leader said quietly, his tone leaving no space for argument. ¡°We strike swiftly and silently. Once we¡¯re in, no one leaves that gate alive.¡±


    The subordinate nodded, his face hidden beneath his hood, but the tension in his posture spoke volumes. The leader¡¯s gaze swept across the group one final time, ensuring they understood the gravity of the task ahead.


    Then, without another word, he motioned forward. The group began to move again, slipping through the shadows like phantoms, the weight of their mission pressing heavily against the frozen silence.


    The faint whistle of arrows slicing through the cold night air was nearly drowned out by the distant chaos of battle, but on the quieter side of the fortress, it was unmistakable. Two guards patrolling the ramparts barely had time to register the sound before powerful, precise arrows found their marks¡ªone piercing through the throat of the first guard, the other embedding itself cleanly in the skull of the second. Both men crumpled to the stone floor without a sound, their lifeless bodies sprawled in the growing shadow.


    A third guard, stationed farther down the wall, caught a glimpse of the ambush. His eyes widened in horror, his mouth opening to raise the alarm¡ªbut he never got the chance. Another arrow, swift and silent, buried itself in his chest, silencing him instantly. He toppled backward, his body hitting the stone with a dull thud, the noise muffled by the thick blanket of snow.


    From the darkness below, two shadowy figures emerged, scaling the fortress wall with practiced ease. Their grappling hooks caught firmly in the stone, allowing them to ascend swiftly and silently. In mere seconds, they reached the top, moving with the fluid precision of seasoned infiltrators. Without hesitation, they shed their snow-covered furs and slipped into the uniforms of the fallen guards, blending seamlessly into their surroundings.


    Just as they adjusted the last pieces of their stolen armor, two more guards rounded the corner, approaching them with casual familiarity. One of the guards squinted in the dim torchlight, his eyes narrowing as he noticed the crumpled bodies nearby and the discarded white furs littering the ground.


    ¡°What the hell are you doing¡ª¡± the guard began, his voice sharp with suspicion. But before he could finish, the disguised infiltrators struck with ruthless efficiency. A dagger flashed in the torchlight, slicing cleanly across the first guard''s throat. The second guard barely had time to react before an arrow was driven into his eye at point-blank range, dropping him where he stood.


    The infiltrators wasted no time. Working in perfect synchronization, they dragged the bodies to the edge of the wall and tossed them over, the soft crunch of snow below swallowing the sound of their impact. Quickly, they stripped the fresh corpses of their uniforms, handing them to two more members of their group who had climbed up in the meantime.


    Now fully disguised, the infiltrators resumed the patrol as if nothing had happened, their faces calm, their movements indistinguishable from the real guards. The quiet side of the fortress remained undisturbed, but beneath the surface, danger had already seeped in, waiting for the perfect moment to strike from within.


    Thanks to the success of the initial infiltration, more shadowy figures began to slip over the fortress walls under the cover of darkness. Like ghosts in the night, they moved with silent precision, spreading out through the fortress interior. Unlucky patrols that crossed their path were swiftly and efficiently dispatched¡ªsilent blades slitting throats or arrows piercing vital points before a sound could escape. The infiltrators stripped the bodies of their uniforms, blending seamlessly into the ranks of the fortress guards.


    The corpses of the fallen were dragged into the shadows, hidden in dark corners behind piles of discarded supplies, crates, and rubbish. Some bodies were hastily concealed, while others were left in places where the chaos of battle would delay their discovery. Each infiltrator, now disguised, moved toward their designated targets, slipping deeper into the fortress like a venom spreading through the body, unnoticed until it was too late.


    Meanwhile, back at the frontlines of the fortress, the battle raged on. The night was alive with the clash of steel, the screams of the dying, and the rhythmic pounding of war drums mixed with the howls of barbarian wolf riders. The cold air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid tang of smoke from burning siege equipment.


    But despite the ferocity of the barbarian assault, their momentum was beginning to wane. The defenders, though battered and bloodied, held their ground with grim determination. Their familiarity with the fortress''s defenses gave them a critical advantage. Archers on the walls continued to rain down arrows, while spearmen repelled wave after wave of barbarians attempting to scale the walls with ladders.


    The ground below the fortress was littered with bodies, the snow stained red with the blood of the fallen. Barbarian casualties far outnumbered those of the defenders, and their once-frantic assault began to slow as exhaustion and fear crept into their ranks. The initial fury that had driven them forward was now met with the cold, unyielding resistance of seasoned soldiers who refused to break.


    Still, the defenders knew better than to celebrate. The barbarians were fierce, but their greatest threat might already be within the fortress walls, hidden in plain sight, waiting for the perfect moment to strike from within.

 Chapter 22

    BOOM! BOOM!


    Sudden explosions shattered the night, their deafening echoes rolling through the fortress like thunder. Flames burst from several buildings within the walls, casting wild, flickering shadows across the snow-covered ground. Wooden roofs collapsed under the force of the blasts, sending embers spiraling into the frigid air. In moments, the fortress¡ªonce a bastion of order and defense¡ªwas thrown into chaos.


    Panic spread like wildfire among the patrol guards. Soldiers scrambled in all directions, some racing to douse the spreading flames with buckets of water, others shouting conflicting orders as they tried to regain control. The once-disciplined ranks dissolved into confusion, the roaring fires illuminating their fear-stricken faces.


    On the battlements, the defenders froze, momentarily distracted by the inferno raging behind them. Eyes widened, and a ripple of uncertainty coursed through the troops as they glanced back at the burning heart of their fortress. This brief hesitation was all the barbarians needed. With renewed ferocity, some of the boldest warriors surged forward, howling with bloodlust as they exploited the momentary lapse in the defenders'' focus.


    But the general remained unshaken.


    Clad in his battle-worn armor, his face partially shadowed beneath his helmet, the veteran general''s eyes narrowed, reflecting both the flames behind him and the barbarians charging ahead. The deep frown carved into his face betrayed his frustration, but his voice remained steady, cutting through the chaos like a blade.


    "Hold your ground!" he bellowed, his voice carrying above the din of battle. "Focus on the enemy in front of you! Let no man break our lines!"


    His soldiers, hearing the steel in his voice, began to steady themselves, falling back into formation under his unyielding command.


    Turning to the guard at his side, the general barked, "Take a squad and control the fires! Find the source of this sabotage and deal with it¡ªswiftly." The guard gave a sharp salute, his face pale but resolute, and dashed off into the burning fortress.


    Without missing a beat, the general turned to another officer. "You! Rally the men¡ªcut down any barbarian that breaks through. I want no gaps in our defense!"


    As the fires raged and the fortress descended further into turmoil, the barbarians outside roared with renewed vigor. Though their bodies were tired and their ranks thinned, the sight of the flames licking the fortress walls ignited their spirits. Their war cries grew louder, their attacks more savage.


    Far behind the barbarian lines, the chieftain stood atop a small rise, his silhouette outlined by the flickering torches of his warriors. His cold eyes gleamed as he watched the flames rise within the fortress. A grim smile curled on his lips, knowing that his infiltrators had succeeded. The fortress was no longer just under siege¡ªit was unraveling from within.


    Heavy footsteps thundered through the fortress as soldiers rushed about, carrying buckets of water drawn hastily from the wells. The air was thick with smoke, and the glow of the raging fire painted the stone walls in hues of orange and red. Shouts filled the night¡ªorders being given, men calling for more water, others coughing as they struggled to contain the spreading flames. The fortress was in chaos, yet deep in one of its shadowed alleyways, far from the immediate blaze, two guards stood motionless.


    Unlike the frantic soldiers battling the inferno, these two remained unnervingly calm, their expressions unreadable beneath their helmets. One glanced at the other and spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying no urgency despite the surrounding destruction.


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    "It seems the gate is too well-guarded. Forcing our way in would be suicide."


    His companion nodded in agreement, his fingers tightening slightly around the hilt of his sword. "Then we proceed with the second plan¡ªtargeting their ration supply."


    A flicker of thought passed between them as they exchanged glances. The first guard exhaled slowly before muttering, "That won¡¯t be easy either. The supply stores are just as heavily guarded. Unless the general himself sends men to escort someone in, no one will be allowed near."


    The second guard ran a gloved hand through his hair, frustration evident despite his composed exterior. "Troublesome," he murmured, his gaze flickering toward the distant flames. After a moment, he let out a quiet chuckle, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "No matter. We¡¯ll regroup with the others and come up with a plan."


    Before moving, the two men shared a final look. Then, with silent agreement, they turned toward the surrounding buildings.


    "Let¡¯s make sure the flames don¡¯t die down too soon."


    Without hesitation, they moved swiftly, igniting torches and setting them to the dry wooden structures nearby. The fire spread eagerly, consuming everything it touched. As more buildings were set ablaze, the flames grew higher, illuminating the alley in a hellish glow.


    Amid the fortress¡¯s chaos, these men moved unseen, the destruction they left behind masking their true purpose.


    The two men slipped away from the alley, blending seamlessly into the chaos of the fortress streets. Soldiers¡ªfully occupied with quelling the raging fires¡ªrushed past them, shouting orders as they carried buckets of water. The flames roared defiantly, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls, while the distant clash of steel against steel echoed through the night. Amidst this bedlam, enemy infiltrators moved unnoticed, their presence lost in the confusion.


    Navigating through the fortress, the disguised men arrived at a secluded, dimly lit corner, where a small group of figures had already gathered inside a nondescript building. One by one, more infiltrators entered, their movements silent and precise. The air inside was tense, yet no words were exchanged at first¡ªonly glances of understanding passed between them.


    At the center of the room, the leader finally spoke, his voice calm but edged with frustration.


    "I didn¡¯t expect them to reinforce the gate so heavily. Breaking through is no longer an option."


    The group remained silent, processing his words. He exhaled sharply and continued.


    "We move to the next plan¡ªtargeting their rations and supply stores. But even that won¡¯t be easy. The guards at the storage area won¡¯t be distracted for long, and only those with proper authorization can gain access. Even if we set fire to the nearby buildings, those stationed at the supply depot won¡¯t abandon their post. If anything, they''ll be even more alert, ready to strike at the first sign of trouble."


    His gaze swept over his men, gauging their reactions.


    "We need a different approach."


    The flickering light of a single lantern cast their shadows against the walls as the group fell into thought, knowing that one misstep could cost them everything.


    The leader swept his gaze over the group, his expression unreadable. The room remained silent for a long moment before he finally spoke.


    "If anyone has an idea, step forward. If you have a plan, now is the time to speak."


    The group exchanged glances, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. Then, after a brief hesitation, a young man stepped forward. Though not particularly tall, his posture was straight, and his sharp features bore the discipline of a seasoned warrior. His eyes were steady as he addressed the leader.


    "Sir, I believe we should retreat."


    A ripple of surprise passed through the group. Some furrowed their brows, others exchanged doubtful glances. The leader¡¯s frown deepened slightly, barely noticeable in the dim light, but he motioned for the young man to continue.


    "They already know we''ve infiltrated," the young man said, his voice firm. "The only reason they haven¡¯t launched a search is because they¡¯re overwhelmed with the battle and the fire. If we stage a retreat¡ªjust enough for them to see¡ªwe might be able to make them believe the infiltration has failed. This could force them to call off the attack altogether."


    The other listened intently as he pressed on.


    "However, not all of us would actually leave. Those of us with strong concealment skills can remain hidden inside the fortress. Once their defenses relax, we¡¯ll have a better chance to sabotage their rations and supply stores without drawing immediate suspicion."


    A hushed stillness settled over the room as the group processed his words. The plan was risky, but it had merit. The leader studied the young man, his fingers tapping lightly against his arm in thought. Then, with a slow nod, he finally spoke.


    "Not a bad plan. But execution will be everything. We¡¯ll need to be convincing¡ªand fast."


    The decision had been made. Now, it was only a matter of seeing it through.


    The leader fell silent for a moment, his brows furrowed in deep thought. The flickering firelight cast long shadows across his face, emphasizing the weight of the decision before him. Finally, he exhaled and spoke, his voice steady yet laced with caution.


    "Your plan is well thought out, but the enemy will not lower their guard so easily. Deception takes time, and time is something we don¡¯t have. The longer we delay in taking the fortress, the more likely their reinforcements will arrive."


    He swept his gaze over the gathered men, his sharp eyes searching for any sign of hesitation.


    "If anyone else has a better plan, speak now. If not, we move forward with what we have."


    The room remained silent, tension thick in the air. The leader''s fingers drummed against his belt as he waited for a response, knowing that the next decision would determine the fate of their mission.

 Chapter 23 Battle over for now

    The leader''s gaze swept over the assembled men, his expression hard and resolute. Seeing that no one else had a better suggestion, he took a deep breath and declared,


    "Since there are no other plans, we will proceed with this one. We retreat, but some will stay behind as infiltrators."


    He scanned the faces before him, eyes sharp as he made his selection. "You and you," he pointed, his voice firm as four men stepped forward, including the young strategist who had proposed the idea.


    Turning his gaze to the young man, the leader narrowed his eyes. "Since this is your plan, you will be in charge of those staying behind. Do not disgrace us. Your mission is critical¡ªmake sure you are not caught."


    The young man bowed slightly, his voice unwavering. "I will not disappoint you, sir. I swear on my honor and that of my ancestors."


    The leader gave a satisfied nod before addressing the rest. "We will create as much chaos as possible¡ªstrike at their rations, attack the gate, and draw their attention. This will buy time for those staying behind."


    He tightened his grip on his weapon, his tone turning sharp. "Move quickly. The success of this mission depends on precision and discipline. Let''s begin."


    General Zhang stood atop the fortress wall, his sharp gaze sweeping over the battlefield. The barbarians, though their numbers had thinned significantly, still fought with unrelenting ferocity. Their bloodied weapons gleamed under the torchlight, and their battle cries echoed through the cold night air. The ground outside the fortress was slick with blood and trampled snow, no more than a thin layer that barely covered the earth beneath.


    Yet, while the battle raged, Zhang¡¯s mind was elsewhere.


    How did the fire start? he thought, his brows furrowing. How did they get in? The inner fortress was supposed to be secure, yet flames now licked the rooftops, smoke billowing into the sky. His grip on his sword tightened. Was it sabotage? Infiltrators?


    Before he could process further, a new commotion tore through the fortress. Shouts erupted near the inner gate, frantic voices rising over the clash of steel.


    "Enemies inside! We''re under attack!"


    The soldiers atop the wall hesitated, momentarily distracted by the cries from below. But they quickly regained focus, knowing the barbarians outside would exploit any lapse in defense.


    Zhang stepped to the edge of the wall and peered down. In the flickering torchlight, figures clad in pale garments¡ªalmost blending with the thin snow¡ªmoved with deadly precision. They struck down guards with swift, calculated strikes before vanishing into the fortress¡¯s shadowed alleyways. Though outnumbered, they fought with the agility of assassins, their attacks precise and ruthless.


    The fortress guards fought back, but these enemies weren¡¯t here for prolonged combat. After taking down a few men, the infiltrators shifted course, retreating toward the point of entry.


    "Don''t let them escape!" soldiers bellowed, giving chase. Yet, the infiltrators moved like shadows, their footfalls barely leaving impressions in the thin layer of snow covering the stone pathways.


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    Zhang clenched his jaw, his disappointment barely concealed. He had underestimated the enemy¡¯s cunning. But before he could issue new orders, another desperate cry rang out.


    "The rations! They''re attacking the supply stores!"


    Zhang¡¯s head snapped toward the storerooms, immediately grasping the enemy¡¯s true intent. The fire, the sabotage¡ªit was all a diversion.


    "Defend the rations at all costs!" he bellowed, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. Soldiers scrambled to obey, boots pounding against the stone as they rushed to protect the fortress¡¯s most vital resource.


    The battle was far from over.


    As soon as General Zhang gave the order, a squad of soldiers rushed toward the storeroom, their boots crunching against the snow-dusted stone. The moment they arrived, the sight before them was grim¡ªbodies of fallen guards and infiltrators lay scattered, their blood soaking into the thin layer of snow, staining it deep crimson. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the lingering smoke from nearby fires.


    Without hesitation, the reinforcements surged forward, joining the remaining guards in battle. The infiltrators, now outnumbered, fought with desperate ferocity but quickly realized they were at a disadvantage. One of them gave a sharp signal, and they began to retreat, slipping into the shadows as they dashed toward the wall they had infiltrated from.


    Some soldiers stayed behind to secure the storeroom, while others took off in pursuit, determined to cut the invaders down before they could escape.


    Minutes later, a breathless soldier hurried to General Zhang and saluted.


    "General! The intruders have escaped. Some were killed, but others managed to flee over the wall. More reinforcements have arrived to secure the storeroom."


    Zhang¡¯s expression remained unreadable, though his eyes darkened. He exhaled slowly, nodding.


    "Understood. Provide me with a full report later. You¡¯re dismissed."


    The soldier bowed before turning away, disappearing into the controlled chaos of the battlefield.


    For several more minutes, the brutal battle raged on, swords clashing, arrows whistling through the air. The fortress defenders, though weary, continued to fight with grim determination.


    Then¡ª


    A deep, resonant sound tore through the battlefield.


    Bwoooom¡ªBwoooom!


    The barbarian war horn sounded twice, cutting through the cacophony of war like a knife. The effect was immediate¡ªbarbarians who had been fighting fiercely just moments ago suddenly began retreating, pulling back from the fortress in a coordinated withdrawal.


    The defenders stood tense, watching the enemy pull away, wary of a possible trick. But as the barbarian forces continued their retreat, relief began to seep into their exhausted bodies.


    The battle was over.


    Yet, victory felt hollow. The air was thick with the scent of blood and fire, and the bodies of fallen comrades lay strewn across the fortress walls and courtyards. Though they had defended the stronghold, the cost was high.


    For now, the soldiers allowed themselves a moment to breathe¡ªbut General Zhang knew this war was far from finished.


    The battlefield had fallen into an eerie silence, save for the crackling flames still consuming parts of the fortress and the distant howling of the cold wind. General Zhang stood atop the fortress wall, his sharp eyes scanning the dark, snowy plains beyond. No sign of movement. The barbarians had fully retreated, at least for now.


    He exhaled, his breath visible in the freezing air. The battle was over, but the night was far from peaceful. He turned to his officers, his voice steady yet carrying the weight of authority.


    "Gather the wounded and tend to them immediately. Prioritize those who can still fight if necessary. The dead inside the fortress must be carried to the inner courtyard for proper rites at dawn. As for those outside the walls, they will remain where they fell until morning¡ªdisturbing them now in the dark is too risky."


    The officers saluted and moved swiftly to relay his orders. Soldiers began moving through the battlefield, lifting their fallen comrades with solemn expressions.


    Zhang then turned toward another group of officers. "Double the night patrols. I want fresh eyes on every wall and gate. Rotate shifts every two hours¡ªno man should stand guard too long in this cold. The enemy may have retreated, but we cannot assume they won¡¯t attempt an ambush."


    One of his captains stepped forward, bowing. "General, the fires within the fortress are still spreading. What are your orders?"


    Zhang glanced at the burning structures, his brows furrowing. The fires needed to be contained, but they couldn¡¯t afford to exhaust their remaining forces. He quickly formulated a plan.


    "Use snow and sand to smother the smaller fires. For the larger ones, form bucket lines from the well. Prioritize saving the storerooms and barracks¡ªif we lose supplies, we lose the ability to fight. Any buildings beyond saving should be left to burn out naturally."


    The captain saluted and hurried off, barking orders to his men.


    Finally, Zhang turned to his most trusted lieutenant. "Post a detail at every key structure¡ªstorerooms, armories, and the well. No one enters without authorization, not even our own men. If there are any remaining infiltrators, they will likely attempt sabotage before fleeing completely. Interrogate anyone moving alone at night."


    The lieutenant nodded firmly before setting off to execute the command.


    Zhang let out a slow breath, watching his men carry out his orders with discipline. The snow-covered battlefield was a grim sight, and the fortress itself bore fresh scars from the battle.


    Tonight would be long.


    But with the right vigilance, they would live to see the morning.

 Chapter 24

    Despite the lingering cold from the snow-covered streets, Yunshan Province remained alive with activity. While some shops had closed for the night, their wooden shutters drawn tight against the winter wind, others were still in the process of shutting down, their lanterns casting warm, flickering light onto the cobblestone roads.


    In the entertainment district, the atmosphere was entirely different. Here, the cold did little to dampen the spirits of those seeking leisure. Red and gold lanterns hung from eaves, swaying gently in the breeze, illuminating the bustling streets where performers, merchants, and night-goers mingled.


    At a teahouse, storytellers captivated small crowds, their animated voices weaving tales of great warriors and tragic romances. Scholars and poets, warmed by cups of fragrant tea, engaged in deep discussions about philosophy, politics, and the latest rumors from the imperial court.


    Nearby, in an open square, musicians played traditional instruments¡ªflutes, pipas, and drums¡ªwhile dancers moved gracefully, their silk robes swirling like rippling water. Small groups gathered to watch, clapping along with the rhythm, while vendors sold roasted chestnuts, candied fruits, and warm rice wine to ward off the cold.


    At the brothel, the merriment was at its peak. Men, from traveling merchants to well-dressed officials, lounged on embroidered cushions, drinking fine wine as they laughed heartily. The scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the delicate perfume of the courtesans, who moved between guests with practiced elegance, offering refills and flirtatious conversation. In a separate room, a zither¡¯s melancholic notes drifted softly, as a well-trained courtesan performed, her voice smooth as silk, singing of distant loves and fleeting beauty.


    Inside the brothel, the air was thick with the scent of wine and incense, mingling with the sound of laughter and murmured conversations. Men sat in small groups, their cups filled with warm rice wine, discussing everything from scholarly theories to the latest rumors of war.


    At one table, a group of scholars debated poetry and philosophy, their words eloquent and refined, occasionally interrupted by bursts of laughter as they recited verses from renowned poets. Nearby, a group of merchants speculated about the Zhao family¡¯s recent military movements, their voices low but urgent.


    "I heard the Zhao family is moving troops near the northern border," one man muttered, swirling his cup of wine thoughtfully.


    "Bah! Nonsense," another scoffed. "They wouldn''t dare wage war so soon. It would ruin trade routes."


    "Then what about the Bao people?" a younger man interjected. "Rumors say they¡¯ve been restless, and the imperial court has taken notice."


    Some nodded, weighing the possibilities, while others shrugged it off as baseless speculation. The debates carried on, shifting from politics to gossip, each man finding comfort in drink and conversation.


    In one of the brothel¡¯s private rooms, separated from the bustling main hall by a silk curtain, a group of men sat around a low wooden table. Unlike the rowdy patrons outside, this gathering was more refined, though the atmosphere was no less relaxed.


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    At the head of the group sat Li Heng, a man of dignified bearing, his sharp features softened by the dim candlelight. The father of Li Yuntai, he was a regular patron of the brothel¡ªnot for debauchery, but for the sake of friendly discussions and a place to unwind.


    "Times are changing," one of his friends remarked, pouring wine into Li Heng''s cup. "This situation with the Zhao family¡­ do you believe they would truly act so recklessly?"


    Li Heng took a slow sip of his drink, his expression unreadable. "Reckless? Perhaps. But ambition blinds many men, and war has been started over far less."


    The others nodded in agreement, the weight of their conversation lingering even as a courtesan entered, her delicate steps barely making a sound against the wooden floor. With practiced grace, she poured more wine and refilled their cups, her presence a pleasant distraction from the growing tension outside the brothel¡¯s walls.


    The night continued, filled with wine, whispers, and the ever-present hum of speculation.


    The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the wooden walls as Li Heng and his companions continued their discussion. The warm aroma of wine mixed with the distant notes of a pipa being played in the main hall, but the men were engrossed in their conversation.


    "The Bao and the Zhao families have been on good terms for years," one of the men, Zhou Qi, a seasoned guard of Yunshan, remarked, setting his cup down with a soft clink. "If war were brewing between them, we''d have heard more than just whispers."


    "I agree," said Wang Hui, a small-scale merchant dealing in silk. "The Zhao family¡¯s troop movements might have another purpose entirely. Perhaps the real war is elsewhere, and they intend to lend support."


    Li Heng took a slow sip of his drink before speaking. "That would make more sense. The empire has been restless lately¡ªtrouble at the borders, unrest in certain provinces. The Zhao family wouldn''t pick a fight without reason. If anything, they may be preparing for an alliance rather than a battle."


    Zhou Qi stroked his beard thoughtfully. "That would explain the imperial court''s silence. If they were truly at odds, we''d have seen envoys or decrees by now. Instead, everything is quiet¡ªtoo quiet."


    The group nodded in agreement, their suspicions aligning.


    The conversation gradually moved away from politics as the men settled further into their drinks. Sun Wei, another guard of Yunshan, chuckled as he glanced at Wang Hui. "Enough about war. Tell me, Wang Hui, how is your business? Still struggling with that stubborn landlord?"


    Wang Hui sighed, shaking his head. "Don''t remind me. That old fox keeps raising the rent on my shop, claiming ''market conditions'' have changed. If this continues, I may have to relocate."


    "Maybe you should join the guards," Zhou Qi teased. "At least we don¡¯t deal with landlords¡ªjust criminals and the occasional drunken scholar."


    The men laughed, and even Li Heng allowed himself a rare smirk. "Speaking of drunks," he said, glancing at Chen Tao, another merchant at the table. "How many times have you had to bail your cousin out of trouble?"


    Chen Tao groaned, rubbing his temples. "Too many. The fool thinks drinking and gambling will make him rich."


    "You should introduce him to our patrol unit," Sun Wei joked. "A few nights of standing guard in the cold might set him straight."


    The room erupted in laughter, the tension from their earlier conversation momentarily forgotten.


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    The men chuckled as Chen Tao shook his head in exasperation. ¡°You should know by now that my cousin is both stubborn and lazy. Even if he were given a job, he¡¯d only laze around and use it as an excuse to avoid real work.¡± He sighed dramatically before adding with a smirk, ¡°I¡¯m even considering getting him a parther¡ªmaybe that will scare him into responsibility.¡±


    Sun Wei, always quick with a joke, burst out laughing. ¡°Are you sure he won¡¯t run away on his wedding night and gamble his wife away instead?¡±


    The table erupted into laughter, their voices mixing with the lively hum of the brothel. Zhou Qi, still chuckling, turned his gaze to Li Heng and asked, ¡°Speaking of marriage, your eldest son, Yuntai, is already of age. Why hasn¡¯t he found a partner yet? Even your younger son, Li Xun, came of age last year. Don¡¯t you want to see your grandchildren soon?¡±


    Li Heng sighed, swirling the wine in his cup before answering, ¡°You should know Yuntai by now. He¡¯s been stubborn since childhood¡ªalways saying he¡¯s not ready. As for Li Xun, he¡¯s still focused on his scholar exams. He won¡¯t think of marriage until he¡¯s secured a stable future.¡±


    Zhou Qi nodded thoughtfully. ¡°That¡¯s admirable, but the world moves quickly. A man cannot wait forever to start a family.¡±


    Li Heng let out a small chuckle. ¡°I know, I know. But my sons will walk their own paths. When the time is right, they will make their own choices.¡±


    The conversation drifted back to lighter topics, the men enjoying the warmth of their wine and company, while outside, the cold night air carried the murmurs of Yunshan¡¯s restless city.

 Chapter 25

    As Li Heng bid farewell to his friends, he walked steadily through the dimly lit streets of Yunshan, the crisp night air carrying the distant sounds of laughter and music from the entertainment district. Upon arriving at his courtyard, he pushed open the wooden gate, the faint creak breaking the stillness of the night.


    Inside, Li Yuntai immediately stood up from where he had been sitting near the entrance, clasping his hands and bowing slightly. ¡°Father, you¡¯ve returned.¡±


    Li Heng nodded, a faint smile on his lips. ¡°It¡¯s late. You should rest soon.¡±


    Li Yuntai hesitated for a moment before asking, ¡°Was the gathering pleasant?¡±


    Li Heng chuckled softly. ¡°Just old men reminiscing and complaining, as always.¡± He placed a firm hand on his son¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Rest early. Tomorrow will come soon enough.¡±


    Li Yuntai nodded, watching as his father retreated into his quarters. He then turned to close the courtyard gate, securing it before heading to his own room. The night passed quietly, the cold settling over the city like a thin veil.


    As the first rays of the sun stretched over the rooftops, the Li family courtyard remained peaceful. The usual morning bustle filled the streets of Yunshan as merchants set up their stalls, and the clang of metal from blacksmiths echoed in the distance. Time passed quickly, and soon, the sun had climbed high into the afternoon sky.


    Having completed his shift as a waiter in a modest restaurant, Li Yuntai made his way home. As he reached the town square, he noticed an unusual crowd gathered around a newly posted notice. Curious, he approached and found a group of townspeople murmuring amongst themselves while those who could read explained the contents to others.


    Even before reaching the poster, Li Yuntai caught snippets of conversation:


    ¡°The magistrate, Zhao Feng, is personally recruiting guards?¡±


    ¡°Something must be happening. The usual recruitment isn¡¯t for another two years.¡±


    ¡°They¡¯re offering free meals from morning to evening during training, and the pay is generous.¡±


    Stepping closer, he scanned the notice himself. It confirmed what he had overheard¡ªthe local magistrate was conducting an early recruitment drive for city guards, offering benefits such as free food, guaranteed lodging, and a higher salary than usual.


    Li Yuntai furrowed his brows. Why now? The recruitment cycle was predictable, and he had originally planned to enlist in the next round. For them to start ahead of schedule¡­ something must be wrong.


    As Li Yuntai stepped into the Li family courtyard, he noticed his younger brother, Li Xun, already seated at the stone table in the center. The faint traces of ink on his sleeves and the scrolls neatly stacked beside him indicated that he had just returned from his scholarly discussions.


    Seeing his older brother enter, Li Xun straightened up slightly and greeted him, ¡°Elder Brother, you¡¯re back.¡±


    Li Yuntai nodded and walked over, settling down across from him. ¡°How was today¡¯s discussion?¡±


    Li Xun let out a small sigh, shaking his head. ¡°The same as always. Some were showing off their calligraphy, others bragging about the classics they memorized. A few even argued over which dynasty had the greatest military strategy. Just endless talk.¡± He reached for his teacup, taking a sip before adding, ¡°What about you? You seem distracted.¡±


    Li Yuntai hesitated for a moment before saying, ¡°On my way back, I saw a new recruitment notice from Magistrate Zhao Feng. They¡¯re enlisting guards ahead of schedule.¡±


    Li Xun furrowed his brows. ¡°Ahead of schedule? That¡¯s unusual.¡±


    ¡°That¡¯s what I thought,¡± Li Yuntai said, tapping his fingers on the table. ¡°It¡¯s not just that¡ªthey¡¯re offering better pay and free meals for the recruits. It feels rushed, as if something is wrong.¡±


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    Li Xun leaned back, folding his arms. ¡°I did hear some rumors during my studies today. Some say the Zhao family has been unusually active lately, especially their military forces. There are talks that their soldiers have been mobilizing towards the northern border.¡±


    ¡°The northern border¡­¡± Li Yuntai muttered, rubbing his chin. ¡°Could it be that war is on the horizon?¡±


    Li Xun exhaled slowly. ¡°Some believe it¡¯s just a precaution, but others say there might already be skirmishes happening beyond what we know. If Zhao Feng is increasing the city¡¯s defenses, it means Yunshan might become a target or at least an important stronghold in whatever conflict is brewing.¡±


    Li Yuntai remained silent for a while, processing his brother¡¯s words. The implications were clear¡ªthis wasn¡¯t just an ordinary recruitment; it was preparation for something bigger. He looked at his younger brother and asked, ¡°Do you think I should enlist now instead of waiting for the next cycle?¡±


    Li Xun met his gaze and smirked. ¡°Since when do you ask me for advice? I thought you always did what you wanted.¡±


    Li Yuntai chuckled. ¡°I do. But this time, it¡¯s different.¡±


    Li Xun grew serious. ¡°If Yunshan is truly preparing for something, then being inside the system might give you better insight into what¡¯s coming. But if you enlist, you have to be prepared for the possibility that you¡¯ll be dragged into something bigger than just guarding the city.¡±


    Li Yuntai nodded. ¡°That¡¯s exactly what I¡¯m thinking.¡±


    The two brothers sat in silence for a moment, each lost in thought, as the wind carried the distant sounds of the bustling town beyond the courtyard walls.


    Li Yuntai sighed and leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping lightly against the wooden table. ¡°Since we don¡¯t know what¡¯s happening, it¡¯s better to wait for Father to return before making any decisions.¡±


    He glanced at Li Xun before asking, ¡°Where¡¯s Little Yue?¡±


    Li Xun smirked slightly at his brother¡¯s question. ¡°You should know by now. Where else would she be?¡±


    Li Yuntai exhaled, already knowing the answer. ¡°She¡¯s probably at Aunt Mei¡¯s courtyard again, isn¡¯t she?¡±


    Li Xun nodded. ¡°Where else? Either helping with embroidery, learning poetry, or pestering the old storytellers in the market for more tales. She¡¯s been obsessed with the legend of the ¡®Crimson Phoenix¡¯ lately.¡±


    Li Yuntai chuckled. ¡°That sounds like her. If she¡¯s not listening to stories, she¡¯s probably practicing her calligraphy or trying to sneak a look at Father¡¯s books.¡±


    A brief silence settled between them before Li Yuntai¡¯s expression became more serious. ¡°Has Mother woken up today?¡±


    Li Xun¡¯s smirk faded, replaced by a more somber look. He nodded slightly. ¡°As usual, she only wakes up occasionally, and even then, only for a few moments. Although the medicine helps suppress her sleepiness a little, it has no other real effect.¡±


    Li Yuntai sighed, a deep weight pressing against his chest. Their mother¡¯s illness was rare, something few physicians had ever seen. Over time, it caused the afflicted to sleep longer and longer, until eventually, they would no longer wake up. It was like a slow descent into an eternal slumber.


    ¡°The only thing we can do,¡± he muttered, almost to himself, ¡°is suppress it for as long as we can.¡±


    Li Xun didn¡¯t say anything, but the way his hands clenched slightly at the table¡¯s edge showed that he shared his brother¡¯s frustration.


    Guo Chenwei floated within the mysterious box, his form still a mist-like figure, though now slightly more human in shape. His misty body shimmered with a faint reverence, yet frustration lined his expression.


    ¡°Why doesn¡¯t this work?¡± he muttered to himself.


    For days, he had been attempting to activate the Heavenly Source Monument¡¯s miniature world function, trying to create a small space rich in spiritual qi. But no matter what he did, the concentration of qi remained pitifully weak. Ever since he awakened, he had realized the outside world¡¯s spiritual qi was nearly nonexistent. Even if a genius blessed by the heavens were born here, they would barely reach the fifth level of the first realm in their entire lifetime¡ªeven with the help of spiritual treasures.


    Guo sighed, a deep sense of helplessness washing over him. He knew that without a proper cultivation environment, he would be stuck in this formless state indefinitely.


    Turning his focus back to the miniature world, he isolated a small space¡ªabout the size of a soccer field¡ªand began shaping it. Slowly, the once empty void transformed into a simple grassland. Trees sprouted, a small stream began to flow, and the terrain formed gentle hills. At the top of the space, a soft glowing sun emerged, casting warm light over the land.


    Hovering above his creation, Guo felt a small sense of satisfaction. This place was still desolate, but it had potential.


    Raising his hand, he chanted an incantation, and suddenly, golden runes flickered in the air. A faint ripple spread through the space, as if a new law had just been inscribed.


    ¡°In time, this place will act as a simple ecosystem,¡± he mused. ¡°The spiritual qi that converges into the Heavenly Source Monument can now be contained here, creating a natural blessing ground for cultivation.¡±


    He estimated it would take at least two months before the spiritual qi began condensing properly. But even that felt too slow.


    Guo sighed again. ¡°If only spirit stones could be gathered, it would speed up the process¡­¡±


    For now, though, this was a start. A space that¡ªonce matured¡ªwould allow cultivators to grow stronger far more quickly than in the outside world.


    Guo Chenwei observed the miniature world he had created, his mist-like form drifting above the newly formed land. Now that the spiritual qi was condensing steadily, he could see the first signs of its transformation.


    "Once the qi reaches the level of a fifth-grade spiritual cave, this space will begin expanding on its own without diminishing the qi quality," he thought. "Eventually, it will encompass the entire miniature world while maintaining its purity."


    But he had no time to simply wait and watch. His next task was even more crucial¡ªselecting a Tao Seed inheritor.


    Since the outside world''s spiritual qi was too thin, it was unlikely that someone with natural talent for cultivation would emerge. That left him with only one choice¡ªto awaken a potential inheritor from the people around him.


    "I have no other options," Guo muttered to himself. "Even if I don¡¯t want to choose them, I am bound by my limitations. I cannot move from this space, so I can only work with what I have."


    With that decision made, Guo Chenwei drifted upward, his mist-like form beginning to dissolve. The next moment, he found himself in a vast white expanse, an endless void stretching in all directions.


    Here, his form solidified, becoming more tangible, though still shrouded in mist. He flexed his fingers, feeling a greater sense of presence than before.


    "This space¡­ Yes, it will do."


    This was the Testing Realm, a space within Heavenly Source Monument where he could evaluate potential candidates.


    "Now, let¡¯s see¡­ who among them is worthy?"

 Chapter 26

    Li Heng set down his chopsticks and took a sip of tea, his gaze calm yet knowing as he looked at Li Yuntai.


    ¡°You¡¯ve had something on your mind since you arrived home,¡± he said, his voice steady. ¡°Now that your siblings have left for their rooms, speak freely.¡±


    Li Yuntai straightened slightly, gathering his thoughts before speaking. ¡°Father, I saw a recruitment poster today in the town square. The magistrate, Zhao Feng, is recruiting guards earlier than expected. I found it strange since the usual recruitment happens every two years. Many people are already talking¡ªsome say it¡¯s because of military movement in the north. Others believe the Zhao family is preparing for something.¡±


    Li Heng listened without interrupting, his expression unreadable.


    ¡°I was thinking of joining,¡± Yuntai continued. ¡°The job offers free meals from morning to evening and good pay. But¡­ with how sudden this is, I wanted to hear your thoughts first.¡±


    Li Heng sighed, placing his teacup down. He tapped the wooden table lightly, deep in thought.


    ¡°You¡¯re right to be cautious,¡± he said after a pause. ¡°If the recruitment has been pushed forward, it means something is happening behind the scenes. War may not have reached our doorstep, but unrest is stirring somewhere.¡±


    Yuntai nodded. ¡°That¡¯s what I fear. If I join now, I may end up on the frontlines instead of just guarding the province.¡±


    Li Xun, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke. ¡°Brother, do you really want to become a guard? You never seemed too eager about it before.¡±


    Yuntai exhaled. ¡°It¡¯s not about eagerness. It¡¯s about opportunity. We need stability, and this could provide it. But if there¡¯s something bigger at play, I don¡¯t want to walk into it blindly.¡±


    Li Heng studied his son before speaking again. ¡°If you choose this path, you must be prepared for its consequences. War is never fair, and the court¡¯s decisions rarely favor common soldiers. But if you wish to go, I will not stop you. Just remember, in troubled times, loyalty is both a virtue and a risk.¡±


    Silence lingered between them for a moment before Li Yuntai nodded firmly. ¡°I understand, Father. I¡¯ll think on it more before making my final decision.¡±


    Li Heng¡¯s gaze softened slightly. ¡°Good. Whatever you decide, do not act rashly.¡±


    With that, the discussion ended, and the dim lantern light flickered in the quiet night.


    The night was as quiet as ever in the Li household. A faint chill hung in the air, the glow of the lantern outside flickering gently in the courtyard. Inside their shared room, Li Yuntai and Li Xun lay on their respective wooden beds, the faint scent of aged wood and parchment lingering in the air. Their room was modest but orderly¡ªa low wooden table with a half-burnt candle sat between them, and on the shelves, a few neatly stacked books and inkstones reflected Li Xun¡¯s scholarly pursuits.


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    A soft breeze passed through the slightly open window, rustling the fabric of the light curtains. The brothers slept soundly, their breaths steady, undisturbed by the subtle changes occurring around them.


    Unbeknownst to them, a small glowing talisman, inscribed with golden runes that shimmered like divine scripture, drifted silently into the room. The ancient markings pulsed with an ethereal glow, almost as if they carried the weight of an unseen will.


    Without a sound, the talisman split into two, golden words swirling like drifting embers before seeping into the foreheads of both brothers. The inscriptions, like sacred calligraphy, dissolved seamlessly into their skin, merging with their souls.


    For an instant, an indescribable force surged through them, bypassing all natural defenses, yet causing no external disturbance. A golden rune, intricate and otherworldly, formed deep within their consciousness. Unseen to the naked eye, their bodies subtly shifted¡ªwithin their very being, a new core took shape, a dantian forming where none had existed before. It was a silent transformation, occurring in mere seconds, unnoticed by the world outside.


    Within the depths of their minds, a golden light manifested, illuminating their thoughts. Both Li Yuntai and Li Xun, despite being in separate dreams, experienced the same phenomenon.


    A voice¡ªor perhaps an intent¡ªetched itself into their consciousness.


    "The path is now open. Receive the seed of the Heavenly Monument. Cultivate the Dao of Ascension."


    As the words faded, so too did the golden light, retreating into their souls.


    Their breathing remained steady, their bodies unchanged on the surface. But deep within, something had awakened.


    The morning light filtered through the wooden lattice window, casting soft golden streaks across the simple yet tidy room. The faint chirping of birds echoed in the courtyard, signaling the start of a new day.


    Li Yuntai stirred awake, blinking groggily as his body adjusted to consciousness. But something felt¡­ different. His senses, though still familiar, seemed sharper¡ªhis awareness of the world around him clearer than ever before. It wasn¡¯t just the morning chill or the warmth of the blankets that registered in his mind. No, it was something far more profound.


    Across from him, Li Xun shifted as well, his expression mirroring the same realization. The two brothers locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them before either could even form words. They weren¡¯t alone in this feeling. They had both changed.


    Li Yuntai furrowed his brows, taking a slow breath, trying to articulate the sensation. He closed his eyes, but the moment he did, his mind felt¡­ vast. It wasn¡¯t just clarity¡ªit was as if his thoughts had become unshackled, flowing smoother, faster. His mind was no longer just an abstract consciousness; it felt like something solid, something real.


    Then, before he could even react, knowledge surged into his mind.


    A flood of information, clear and structured, settled deep within his consciousness as though it had always been there.


    ¡°The Heavenly Source Monument¡­ Tao Seeds¡­ Immortal Cultivation¡­¡±


    Each phrase sent a shiver down his spine. His heart pounded as he processed the revelation. This wasn¡¯t just some ordinary knowledge¡ªthis was something beyond mortal understanding. It spoke of a method to receive a ¡°Tao Seed,¡± an inheritance from the Heavenly Source Monument, and a cultivation manual¡­ for becoming an immortal.


    Eyes wide, he snapped his gaze toward Li Xun, only to find his younger brother wearing the exact same look of shock and apprehension.


    For a moment, the room was silent, save for their slightly uneven breathing. Then, finally, Yuntai spoke.


    ¡°Xun¡­ did you¡ª?¡±


    Li Xun nodded immediately, his expression tense. ¡°I received it too. It¡­ just appeared in my mind.¡±


    Yuntai¡¯s fists clenched. ¡°This¡­ this isn¡¯t normal. How did this happen? The Heavenly Source Monument¡­ isn¡¯t that the name of the thing sealed in the hidden compartment?¡±


    Li Xun¡¯s brows furrowed. ¡°If it¡¯s truly something related to immortals, then¡­ what kind of existence owns it? What if they come looking for it?¡±


    The thought sent a chill down both their spines. This was no simple inheritance¡ªit was something beyond mortal reach. If an immortal or some higher power was behind it, then were they now marked by something far greater than they could handle?


    Yuntai exhaled deeply. ¡°We need to tell Father. He¡¯s the only one who might know what to do.¡±


    Li Xun hesitated, then nodded. ¡°Yes¡­ before we do anything reckless, we should hear what he has to say.¡±


    The two brothers exchanged a final glance, their expressions now carrying a mixture of excitement, fear, and caution. Neither of them knew what this revelation would mean for their future, but one thing was certain¡ªlife as they knew it had changed forever.

 Chapter 27 Discussion at the magistrates mansion

    The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of dew as the first light of dawn cast soft shadows across the courtyard. The Li residence, though simple, held a quiet dignity, with its well-kept wooden beams and carefully swept stone pathways. A light breeze rustled the bamboo at the edge of the courtyard, whispering through the leaves as if it too were part of the hushed conversation that was about to unfold.


    Inside the sleeping quarters, Li Heng stirred. His movements were slow and careful, mindful of his still-sleeping wife beside him. Her breathing remained steady, her face calm yet pale from the lingering effects of her strange illness. Not far from her, nestled beneath thick blankets, lay his youngest daughter, her small form barely visible in the dim light.


    Taking great care not to disturb them, Li Heng quietly pushed aside the blankets and rose from the bed. He straightened his robes, rubbed his face to shake off the last traces of sleep, and stepped out into the courtyard.


    The moment he did, his gaze landed on his two sons, who were already seated on the stone benches near the old plum tree. They were deep in discussion, their voices low but urgent. Though Li Yuntai sat with his usual straight-backed posture, there was a tension in his shoulders that was uncharacteristic of him. Li Xun, normally composed, had an unspoken anxiety in his eyes.


    Something was wrong.


    The brothers turned the moment they sensed his presence, immediately rising to their feet.


    ¡°Father,¡± they greeted in unison, bowing respectfully.


    Li Heng studied them for a brief moment before stepping closer and lowering himself onto the bench across from them. His eyes, sharp with wisdom and experience, swept over their tense expressions.


    ¡°What happened?¡± he asked, his voice calm yet firm. ¡°Why do you both look troubled so early in the morning?¡±


    The two brothers exchanged a glance. There was no hesitation, no doubt¡ªonly silent understanding. Yuntai, as the elder, took the lead.


    ¡°Father,¡± he began slowly, carefully choosing his words, ¡°something¡­ strange happened last night.¡±


    Li Heng¡¯s brows furrowed slightly, but he remained silent, allowing his son to continue.


    Yuntai inhaled deeply before recounting everything¡ªthe golden talisman, the inscriptions merging with their souls, the newfound clarity of mind, and the inexplicable knowledge that had appeared within them. He explained the mention of the Heavenly Source Monument, the Tao Seed, and the cultivation method that had been imparted to them.


    With every word, the calm expression on Li Heng¡¯s face began to shift. At first, his brows merely creased, but soon, his entire posture tensed. By the time Yuntai finished speaking, his father¡¯s face had gone pale.


    A heavy silence followed.


    The courtyard, once peaceful, now felt suffocating under the weight of unspoken thoughts. The distant chatter from the marketplace beyond their residence seemed worlds away.


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    Li Heng¡¯s fingers tightened around the fabric of his robe, his lips pressed into a thin line.


    He finally spoke, but his voice was quieter now, almost hollow.


    ¡°Are you certain¡­ that this knowledge came from the Heavenly Source Monument?¡±


    Li Xun, who had been listening quietly until now, nodded. ¡°Yes, Father. The name appeared clearly in our minds. And the method of cultivating¡­ it was detailed, as if it had always been there.¡±


    Li Heng exhaled slowly, rubbing his temples as if trying to suppress an oncoming headache. His gaze flickered toward the hidden chamber within their house¡ªthe place where the Heavenly Source Monument was kept.


    ¡°I don¡¯t know enough,¡± he admitted. ¡°But I know this much¡ªanything related to immortals is never simple. If the monument has chosen you both, then you are already walking a path that may bring fortune or calamity.¡±


    The two brothers felt a cold shiver run down their spines.


    Yuntai swallowed. ¡°Father, then what do we do?¡±


    Li Heng closed his eyes for a long moment before opening them again, a sharp glint of resolve now visible.


    ¡°For now,¡± he said slowly, ¡°you tell no one. Not your friends, not your acquaintances, no one outside this family. If anyone learns of this, there is no telling what dangers may come knocking on our doors.¡±


    The two brothers nodded solemnly.


    Li Heng took a deep breath. ¡°We will speak more of this tonight. I need time to think. For now¡­ go about your day as if nothing has changed.¡±


    But deep in his heart, Li Heng knew¡ªeverything had changed.


    The streets of Yunshan bustled with life. Vendors called out their wares, carts rumbled over the stone pathways, and the scent of fresh pastries mingled with the distant aroma of medicinal herbs. Despite the lively commotion outside, within the Magistrate¡¯s Mansion, a sense of quiet authority prevailed.


    Inside a modest yet dignified parlour, Magistrate Zhao Feng sat at the head seat. The room was arranged with simple yet sturdy wooden chairs¡ªfour on each side¡ªpositioned symmetrically, their polished surfaces reflecting the soft glow of the lanterns. At Zhao Feng¡¯s right, two men sat¡ªone in his prime with the presence of a seasoned general, the other younger, bearing the sharpness of a rising commander. Both were clad in military attire, their expressions composed yet serious.


    A servant approached, carefully setting down a fresh pot of black orchid tea, a rare delicacy even in Yunshan. As the steam rose, filling the air with a rich, earthy fragrance, Zhao Feng took a measured sip before glancing at his two guests.


    ¡°This tea,¡± he remarked, swirling the liquid in his cup, ¡°is from the southern provinces. They say it grows only in the mist-covered valleys, far from the reach of ordinary merchants.¡±


    The younger man, Qin Hao, took a sip as well, his brow lifting in surprise. ¡°The flavor is deeper than what we usually drink. Smooth, but with a sharp aftertaste.¡±


    The older man, General Wei Zhong, set his cup down with a knowing smile. ¡°Good tea is like war. The first taste is enticing, but the bitterness lingers.¡± He turned his gaze to Zhao Feng.¡°I assume we are not here simply for tea, Magistrate?¡±


    Zhao Feng chuckled lightly before his expression turned serious. ¡°Indeed, we have matters to discuss.¡±


    He placed his cup aside, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest of his chair. ¡°First, regarding the recruitment efforts¡ªhow many have joined so far?¡±


    Qin Hao leaned forward. ¡°The numbers are promising. Over three hundred men have signed up in the past two weeks. However, their quality varies. Some are former soldiers, but many are inexperienced villagers seeking coin.¡±


    Wei Zhong scoffed. ¡°Coin cannot train a sword arm overnight. They will need time.¡±


    Zhao Feng nodded. ¡°Time is a luxury we may not have.¡± He paused before continuing, his tone heavier. ¡°I received information from the Northern Border Fortress last night. The barbarians have attacked.¡±


    Both Qin Hao and Wei Zhong¡¯s expressions darkened.


    ¡°The situation?¡± Wei Zhong asked, his voice steady.


    ¡°The attacks were sudden and brutal. The fortress managed to hold, but food supplies are running low. The barbarians are facing famine, which makes them desperate. If reinforcements do not arrive soon, our defenses will weaken.¡±


    Qin Hao exhaled sharply. ¡°So it¡¯s as we feared. They¡¯re not attacking for conquest¡ªthey¡¯re attacking for survival.¡±


    Zhao Feng¡¯s gaze hardened. ¡°Exactly. And that desperation makes them even more dangerous.¡± He reached for a scroll on the table and unrolled it. ¡°That is why my nephew, Zhao Rui, departed four days ago with reinforcements. However, the second wave of troops is still being prepared. Zhao Liang will oversee their training and command them.¡±


    Wei Zhong nodded approvingly. ¡°Zhao Liang is a fine choice. But time will be against him. Training recruits while knowing the war is already at their doorstep will be no easy task.¡±


    Qin Hao crossed his arms. ¡°How long before the second wave is ready?¡±


    ¡°A few weeks at most,¡± Zhao Feng answered. ¡°Not ideal, but we have little choice.¡±


    Wei Zhong sighed. ¡°Then we must hope the fortress holds until then.¡±


    Zhao Feng¡¯s fingers tightened slightly around his teacup. He glanced at the map spread on the table, the inked borders and military formations stark against the parchment.


    ¡°There is no hoping,¡± he said quietly. ¡°We must ensure it holds.¡±

 Chapter 28

    The cold still lingered in the air as Li Heng stepped into the courtyard, his boots crunching softly against the thin layer of snow that stained the stone pathways. The late winter wind carried a biting chill, yet the sight of his two sons, Li Yuntai and Li Xun, standing together near the pavilion, brought warmth to his heart.


    Noticing their expressions, he approached them, his thick cloak shifting as he walked. ¡°Did anything else happen while I was away?¡± His deep voice carried both authority and concern.


    The brothers exchanged a glance before bowing to greet him "greeting to father" shaking their heads. ¡°No, Father,¡± Li Yuntai answered. ¡°Nothing unusual.¡±


    Li Heng studied them for a moment. His years as a guard had trained him to read even the subtlest of expressions, but for now, he chose not to press further. He let out a slow breath, his gaze shifting toward the distant mountains beyond the estate walls.


    ¡°Since we still do not fully understand what happened,¡± he finally said, ¡°it¡¯s best we go and check the monument where it was hidden.¡±


    The weight of his words settled over them. Li Xun and Li Yuntai nodded in agreement.


    Without further delay, the three moved towards the secluded ancestral chamber, located deep within the Li family estate. It was a place rarely visited, hidden beneath layers of stone and wood, known only to the direct family members. As they entered, the air became noticeably heavier, as if time itself had slowed within these walls.


    Li Heng stepped forward, kneeling beside a section of the floor. With practiced movements, he reached beneath the ornate wooden tiles, pressing against a hidden mechanism. A faint click echoed through the chamber.


    Slowly, the floor panel shifted, revealing an aged stone box carved with ancient inscriptions. The markings, once dull and lifeless, now pulsed faintly¡ªlike the embers of a long-forgotten fire, struggling to reignite.


    The three of them exchanged wary glances.


    Li Yuntai swallowed. ¡°Father¡­ it wasn¡¯t like this before.¡±


    Li Heng¡¯s brows furrowed, his expression growing more serious. ¡°No, it wasn¡¯t.¡± He reached forward, brushing his fingers lightly over the surface of the box. The moment he touched it, a faint hum resonated through the chamber, sending an eerie sensation up his arm.


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    Something had changed. And whatever had been sealed within this monument¡­ was no longer dormant.


    The wooden, box-like monument sat silently in the hidden chamber, its ancient engravings barely visible in the dim light. Yet, within its depths, something stirred.


    Inside the monument, Guo Chenwei sat in a cultivation posture, legs crossed, his form still mist-like, though slightly more tangible than before. His presence was ethereal¡ªneither fully here nor entirely gone, lingering between the boundary of existence and spirit.


    His half-formed fingers moved with a swift motion, sending out an invisible, intangible wave of knowledge. It was formless, unseen, yet it pierced directly into the consciousness of Li Yuntai and Li Xun¡ªa silent decree of understanding.


    The two brothers stiffened instantly, their minds flooded with knowledge beyond their comprehension.


    Li Yuntai¡¯s breath hitched as foreign understanding engraved itself into his mind. **Realms of cultivation, the nature of qi, the limitations of mortals¡ª**everything unfolded before him in structured clarity.


    Across from him, Li Xun let out a sharp breath, gripping his sleeves tightly.


    The knowledge settled, and for a moment, they simply stared at each other, their eyes wide with shock.


    Li Heng, noticing their change in demeanor, frowned. ¡°What is it? You both look as if you¡¯ve seen ghosts.¡±


    The brothers looked at each other again before Li Yuntai finally spoke. ¡°Father¡­ something just entered our minds. It¡¯s as if we suddenly understood things we never learned before.¡±


    Li Xun nodded, still processing. ¡°We now know what cultivation truly is, its realms, and¡­ something else.¡± He hesitated, looking toward his father with a mix of guilt and sorrow.


    Li Heng narrowed his eyes. ¡°Speak clearly.¡±


    Yuntai exhaled and said, ¡°we can now cultivate immortal but You¡­ cannot cultivate.¡±


    The weight of those words hung in the air,


    Li Heng¡¯s frown deepened. ¡°Explain.¡±


    Li Xun swallowed before carefully recounting what had settled into his mind.


    "To step onto the path of cultivation, one must begin before the body fully matures¡ªideally before the age of twenty-five. Any later, and the body¡¯s natural circulation of energy would already have set, its meridians hardened and unable to adapt to spiritual qi.¡±


    Yuntai continued, his voice low. ¡°Your acupoints are already broken down, Father. Even if you had talent, your body has long been stained by the impurities of the mortal world. There is no way to reverse it.¡±


    A long silence followed.


    Li Heng sat still, his expression unreadable. Then, after a moment, he let out a soft, almost bitter chuckle.


    ¡°So that is my fate,¡± he murmured. He leaned back slightly, gazing at the monument with something between resignation and understanding.


    ¡°It seems the heavens do not favor those who have lived too long in the mortal world.¡±


    His words carried no anger, only the calm acceptance of a man who had already made peace with his limits.


    Li Xun, still shaken by the vastness of what they had learned, spoke again.


    ¡°But Father¡­ there¡¯s something else. Something we didn¡¯t think possible.¡±


    Li Heng raised a brow.


    Yuntai clenched his fists. ¡°The Tao Seed. It allows us¡ªwho were born without cultivation talent¡ªto walk the path.¡±


    Li Heng¡¯s brows furrowed slightly. ¡°You mean to say that you¡­ who had no natural ability, can now cultivate?¡±


    Li Xun nodded, still in disbelief himself. ¡°Yes. Even those without talent¡­ can step onto this path, so long as the Tao Seed chooses them.¡±


    Li Heng let out a slow breath, deep in thought. Something this miraculous should not exist.


    And yet, it did.


    The wooden monument, which had pulsed faintly before, slowly returned to stillness. Its engravings lost their glow, fading once again into the appearance of an ordinary relic, as if nothing had ever happened.


    Inside, Guo Chenwei remained seated, his mist-like body still in deep thought.


    The seeds had been planted. The path had begun. Now¡­ it was only a matter of time.

 Chapter 29

    In the hidden chamber beneath the Li courtyard, the dim glow of the wooden monument cast faint shadows against the stone walls. The air was thick with the weight of an unspoken fate.


    Li Yuntai and Li Xun knelt before their father, their foreheads nearly touching the ground. With solemn voices, they spoke in unison:


    "Father, we humbly seek your permission to step onto the path of immortality."


    Li Heng stood before them, his gaze heavy with contemplation. He looked at his two sons¡ªonce mere children under his care, now standing at the threshold of something far greater. He let out a long, measured breath, the weight of his thoughts sinking into his heart.


    ¡°You two are no longer children that I must dictate how to live your lives,¡± he finally said. His voice was calm yet resolute. ¡°But know this¡ªcultivating immortality is not a simple matter. It is a path filled with both great fortune and great peril. However¡­ fate has chosen you both.¡±


    He took a step forward and placed his hands on their shoulders. ¡°Rise.¡±


    Yuntai and Xun stood, looking at their father with unwavering determination.


    Li Heng¡¯s expression softened. ¡°I know the allure of immortality¡ªit is tempting to anyone. But I ask only one thing: be cautious in every step you take. There will be dangers beyond what you can imagine.¡±


    The two brothers bowed once more. "We will take Father''s teachings to heart."


    Li Heng turned toward the monument, his gaze firm. ¡°Since this object is what granted you this opportunity, then it must be protected. No one in the family should know of it.¡±


    The brothers exchanged a knowing glance, understanding the gravity of his words.


    ¡°This secret must remain between the three of us,¡± Li Heng continued. ¡°And should there come a time when we must reveal it to future family members, they must swear an oath of secrecy. This is both a blessing and a potential disaster to our family.¡±


    Yuntai and Xun nodded solemnly, the weight of responsibility pressing onto their young shoulders.


    ¡°We understand, Father. We will protect this secret at all costs.¡±


    Li Heng studied their faces before adding in a low voice, ¡°We know nothing of the immortal who once owned this¡­ nor what happened to them. Until we do, you must not let anyone know you are cultivating. The world is full of eyes¡ªsome might seek to take what you now possess.¡±


    The brothers clenched their fists, determination burning in their eyes.


    ¡°We will remember, Father.¡±


    Silence settled over the chamber, only the faint flicker of the lanterns filling the space.


    The harsh winter still clung to the land, though the first signs of spring whispered in the air. The snow had begun to recede, revealing patches of hardened earth, but the lingering cold continued to slow movement.


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    At the vast training grounds, soldiers drilled relentlessly under the pale morning sun. Some swung their wooden spears in disciplined formations, their breaths visible in the icy air, while others practiced archery, the twang of bows blending with the muffled crunch of boots against the frosty ground. The scent of sweat and cold steel filled the air.


    Inside a large military tent, three figures sat around a simple wooden table, their faces solemn. Zhao Liang, Qin Hao, and Wei Zhong¡ªthe same two men who had previously met with Magistrate Zhao Feng¡ªstudied a rough map spread across the table, tracing the routes with sharp eyes.


    Zhao Liang, ever composed, set his cup of tea down and spoke first.


    ¡°We move in three days.¡±


    Wei Zhong, the older of the two, furrowed his brows. ¡°I understand the urgency, but two more days won¡¯t be enough to properly train the newly recruited soldiers.¡± His voice was steady, yet filled with concern.


    Zhao Liang nodded, his expression unchanged. ¡°I know. But if we delay any longer, my brother¡¯sarmy will run out of rations.¡±


    The younger man, Qin Hao, leaned forward, rubbing his chin. ¡°Can¡¯t we request aid from the Bao family? They have resources. We can return the supplies once we secure our position.¡±


    Wei Zhong shook his head. ¡°It¡¯s not that simple.¡± He tapped the table with his finger, emphasizing his words. ¡°The Bao army has already dispatched reinforcements to the Northern Fortress, but the snow slowed their march. Even when they arrive, they¡¯ll barely have enough to sustain themselves and the fortress garrison. They can¡¯t afford to spare supplies.¡±


    Zhao Liang exhaled, his eyes sharp. ¡°And their army isn¡¯t large. They¡¯re stretched thin, dealing with bandits and other threats.¡±


    Silence settled in the tent, the weight of their predicament pressing down on them.


    Outside, the muffled sound of clashing weapons and shouting orders continued. The cold wind rustled the tent, as if echoing the urgency in their hearts.


    After a moment, Wei Zhong spoke again. ¡°Then we have no choice. We adjust our tactics.¡±


    Zhao Liang nodded. ¡°We will have to make do with what we have. The recruits will march with us, but their training will continue along the way. There is no time to delay.¡±


    Qin Hao let out a slow breath. ¡°Then it¡¯s settled.¡±


    Six days had passed since my brother and I received the Tao Seed. Yuntai¡¯s thoughts echoed in his mind as he stood in formation.


    "We have been cultivating since that night, yet we¡¯ve made no further progress apart from the initial boost when we received the Tao Seed. Thanks to that, we have already reached the first layer of the first realm¡ªour strength, stamina, and speed have improved. Not by much, but more than any ordinary adult. However, our food intake has increased drastically. Three bowls per meal... it¡¯s unsustainable."


    He exhaled slowly.


    "That¡¯s why I joined the recruitment."


    Had he stayed home, their family''s food stores would have dwindled at an alarming rate. His father and brother strongly opposed his decision, fearing that prolonged exposure to rigorous training might expose his secret. But Yuntai reassured them. ¡°I will be cautious.¡± Though reluctant, they had no reasonable argument to refuse him.


    Thanks to his exceptional strength and disciplined demeanor, Yuntai was assigned as a captain of a small squad¡ªa rare opportunity for a fresh recruit. In the army, a captain (°Ù·ò³¤, B¨£if¨±zh¨£ng) commanded a unit of one hundred soldiers, leading them in both training and battle. It was a fortunate position, giving him a better start than most.


    Today was an important day.


    All soldiers had been ordered to assemble at the training grounds. The reason? The leader who would be in charge of them during the campaign was to make his first address.


    The training ground was a vast open space, flattened and reinforced by the trampling of countless boots. Soldiers stood in formation, their breath visible in the lingering morning chill. The clanking of armor and hushed murmurs filled the air as they waited.


    Then, movement.


    A young man, exuding a calm yet commanding presence, stepped onto the raised platform at the front. His black battle robes, embroidered with a subtle silver trim, fluttered slightly in the cold breeze. His gaze was sharp, carrying the confidence of one accustomed to command. This was Zhao Liang.


    Two men followed behind him¡ªWei Zhong and Qin Hao, both standing respectfully at his side.


    Zhao Liang took a step forward, his hands clasped behind his back. Silence fell over the assembled soldiers.


    His voice, steady and authoritative, cut through the cold air.


    ¡°I am Zhao Liang. From this day forth, I will be leading you into battle.¡±


    His gaze swept across the soldiers, assessing them. Some stood with eager anticipation, others with uncertainty.


    ¡°Many of you are newly recruited. You have yet to face the true horrors of war. But know this¡ªwar does not wait for you to be ready. When the time comes, you will fight. And when you fight, you will either rise¡ªor you will fall.¡±


    A few of the recruits gripped their weapons tighter, their knuckles turning pale.


    Zhao Liang continued, his tone unwavering.


    ¡°Discipline is what separates soldiers from corpses. Strength alone does not win battles¡ªobedience, tactics, and unity do. If you fail to follow orders, you will not only endanger yourself, but also the brothers beside you. In war, hesitation means death.¡±


    He let his words settle before continuing.


    ¡°In three days, we march. Until then, your training will be doubled. Those who cannot endure should leave now, for the battlefield has no place for cowards.¡±


    A heavy silence followed. No one stepped forward.


    A small smirk ghosted across Zhao Liang¡¯s lips.


    ¡°Good.¡±


    With that, he turned and stepped down from the platform, leaving the recruits to process his words. The weight of war had settled upon them.

 Chapter 30

    For three days, the rigorous training continued without pause. Apart from brief meals and short hours of sleep, every moment was spent honing their endurance, discipline, and combat skills.


    As the night before their departure arrived, the recruits were granted one final night to return home, spend time with their families, and rest properly. By dawn, they were to return and prepare to march.


    Yuntai naturally made his way home.


    Inside the modest Li household, warm candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the wooden walls. The air was filled with the familiar aroma of a simple yet hearty meal¡ªfreshly steamed rice, a light vegetable soup, and stir-fried meat carefully portioned to last through the cold season.


    Seated around the low wooden table, the Li family shared a quiet meal. Li Heng, his two sons, and little Yue, the youngest member of the family, sat together, the usual lively chatter replaced by a somber atmosphere.


    As the meal came to an end, Li Heng set his chopsticks down, looking intently at Yuntai.


    ¡°Although I know you have made up your mind, as your father, I can only support your decision.¡± His voice was calm, but the weight of his emotions was clear.


    A brief silence followed before he sighed deeply.


    ¡°The only thing I ask of you¡­ is to protect your life above all else. No matter what happens, securing your survival must come first. I do not want to lose a son.¡±


    Across the table, Li Xun nodded solemnly.


    ¡°Brother, just remember¡ªyou are not alone. No matter how strong you are, always be cautious. Recklessness leads to regret.¡± He hesitated before adding with a small smirk, ¡°And don¡¯t go acting like a hero for no reason.¡±


    Yuntai chuckled softly, but the warmth in his chest was undeniable.


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    Just then, a small hand tugged at his sleeve.


    He turned to see little Yue, his younger sister, staring up at him with big, watery eyes. Her tiny fingers clutched his sleeve tightly.


    ¡°Big brother... you won¡¯t leave forever, right?¡±


    The room fell silent.


    Yuntai felt a lump in his throat. He reached out, gently ruffling her hair.


    ¡°Of course not,¡± he reassured her, forcing a smile. ¡°I¡¯ll be back before you know it.¡±


    But little Yue wasn¡¯t convinced. Her lips quivered as she pouted, then¡ªwithout warning¡ªshe threw her small arms around him, hugging him tightly.


    ¡°You have to come back! Promise!¡±


    Yuntai froze for a moment, then slowly wrapped his arms around her tiny frame.


    ¡°I promise.¡±


    His words were soft, but the weight behind them was heavy.


    Li Heng watched the scene quietly, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. A father sending his son to war¡ªthere was no heavier burden.


    That night, the Li household lingered around thetable longer than usual. The warmth of family filled the room.


    "The morning sunlight shimmered off the vast expanse of slowly receding snow, casting long shadows over the assembled soldiers.


    The formation was set¡ªrows of infantry at the front, followed by the heavily burdened supply carts in the middle, and a rear guard ensuring protection. Mounted cavalry rode along the flanks, their horses snorting in the cold morning air. The leading general and officers, mounted on their steeds, kept a close watch on the progress.


    Despite the arrival of spring, the deep snow still clung stubbornly to the landscape, making every step an exhausting effort. Even the horses and cargo struggled, their hooves and wheels sinking into the slush, often requiring extra hands to push or pull them free.


    Among the marching soldiers, Yuntai and his squad of twelve men moved forward in formation, following the leading general¡¯s pace. He knew this journey would be long and arduous, requiring both physical endurance and mental resilience.


    The march continued for days, with brief stops to rest, eat, and train whenever possible. The routine was grueling, but necessary¡ªmomentum had to be maintained.


    One week later, they had only covered a fourth of their journey.


    A temporary camp had been set up amidst the snow, rows of tents dotting the white landscape. Flickering torchlights illuminated the cold night as soldiers huddled for warmth, some tending to their gear, others trying to catch a few hours of sleep before resuming their march.


    Inside one of the largest command tents, three figures stood over a detailed map of the region.


    Zhao Liang, standing tall and composed, traced a gloved finger along the routes, his brows furrowed. Wei Zhong and Qin Hao stood beside him, their gazes sharp as they studied the terrain.


    ¡°In about a week, the roads should be more visible,¡± Zhao Liang stated. ¡°Once the snow melts, we can move faster.¡±


    Wei Zhong nodded. ¡°Yes, although our progress has been slower than expected, the terrain is to blame. The training and the supply carts getting stuck have cost us time. But once the snow clears, our pace will improve.¡±


    Qin Hao exhaled, his breath visible in the cold air. ¡°Even so, we cannot afford to waste any more time. If we delay too much, our reinforcements won¡¯t reach the fortress before it¡¯s too late.¡±


    Zhao Liang¡¯s gaze hardened. ¡°Once the roads clear, training will be halted. Every moment lost in training will be made up for in marching. My brother should reach the fortress within a week, and the Bao army will follow about a week after. We must not fall behind.¡±


    The two officers exchanged glances before nodding in agreement.


    Zhao Liang¡¯s voice grew firmer.


    ¡°By tomorrow morning, we will begin moving at an increased pace. We must reach the fortress in time.¡±


    Outside, the wind howled through the camp, as the soldiers prepared themselves for the grueling days ahead.

 Chapter 31

    Inside his dimly lit mansion, General Zhang sat alone, his rough fingers pressing against his temples as he read through the reports. The candle beside him flickered, casting long shadows over his worn face.


    ¡°Ten more dead today,¡± he muttered, setting the casualty report aside. ¡°The injured¡­ most won¡¯t last much longer.¡±


    He picked up another parchment¡ªsupplies inventory. His jaw clenched.


    "Four days. Only four days¡¯ worth of food left."


    Ever since the barbarian attack, the fortress had been crumbling. Though the enemy had stopped their full-scale assault, they still loomed beyond the walls, watching, waiting. The soldiers within were tired, starving, and morale was slipping.


    Reinforcements were still at least a week¡ªperhaps two¡ªaway. They would not last that long.


    He had to act.


    Zhang tapped his fingers against the table, his mind racing through the possibilities.


    "Sending men out for supplies¡­ That might buy us time. But if the barbarians spot them, they¡¯ll know how desperate we are. And if my men are caught, they¡¯ll never make it back."


    "Rationing what little we have¡­ If I stop feeding the wounded, we can make the food last longer for the healthy. But what message would that send? That I abandon my own men when they can no longer fight?" He exhaled sharply. "Morale would crumble."


    His gaze drifted toward the fortress walls. Beyond them, the enemy lurked.


    "An ambush¡­ A direct strike at their camps could turn the tide. If we hit their food stores, we could steal enough to hold out until reinforcements arrive. But if we fail¡ªif we lose too many men¡ªwe won¡¯t even have enough to defend this fortress."


    Zhang closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Each option carried risk. Each one could mean salvation or destruction.


    But he had no time to hesitate.


    Li Residence


    Inside the shared room, Li Xun sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, his eyes closed, breathing steady. The room was simple, with minimal furnishings, reflecting their modest lifestyle.


    After a few moments, he exhaled slowly, opening his eyes. His expression remained calm as he adjusted his robes and tidied up the space.


    As he stepped outside, the soft glow of dawn cast a faint light over him. His thoughts lingered on his progress.


    "At this rate, it will take more than five years just to reach the second layer..."


    Li Xun sighed, his thoughts heavy. "At this rate, wouldn''t it be better to find another path? If only we could locate a spiritual vein or obtain heavenly treasures to aid our cultivation..."


    Shaking his head, he stepped into the courtyard, where the early morning air carried the faint scent of damp earth. His younger sister, Yue, was already busy with housework, her small hands sweeping the ground with focused determination.


    Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turned around, her eyes bright as she recognized him. "Big Brother Xun!"


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    Li Xun smiled. "Good morning, Little Yue."


    She immediately puffed up her cheeks. "Hmph! I''m not little anymore!" she huffed, stomping her foot in protest.


    Li Xun chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Oh? But you¡¯re still shorter than me, so that makes you little."


    Yue pouted, swatting his hand away. "Then when I grow taller than you, I¡¯ll call you Little Xun!"


    He laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, I¡¯ll be waiting for that day."


    Yue, still pretending to be mad, crossed her arms but couldn''t hide the smile tugging at her lips.


    As Li Xun and Yue were chatting, a firm knock echoed from the front gate. They both turned their heads toward the wooden entrance.


    Who could it be this early in the morning? Li Xun wondered as he walked over. He unlatched the gate and pushed it open slightly, peering outside. Standing there was Zhou Qi, his father¡¯s longtime friend and fellow guard, dressed in his uniform.


    Li Xun immediately opened the gate wider and cupped his hands in greeting. "Uncle Zhou, good morning. Please, come inside."


    Zhou Qi gave a nod and stepped in, his sturdy frame moving with the discipline of a seasoned guard. "Good morning, Xun. Is your father around?"


    "Yes, he¡¯ll be out soon. Please have a seat," Li Xun said, guiding him toward the courtyard¡¯s wooden chairs. Turning to Yue, he added, "Little Yue, bring tea and some refreshments for Uncle Zhou."


    Yue, still holding onto her earlier sulkiness, gave him a small glare but nodded before hurrying inside.


    Zhou Qi chuckled, watching her leave. "She¡¯s grown quite a bit. Seems like just yesterday she was barely able to walk."


    Li Xun smiled. "She still acts like a child sometimes."


    Zhou Qi leaned back slightly. "That¡¯s how younger siblings are. You should treasure it while it lasts. Soon, she¡¯ll be scolding you instead."Li Xun chuckled, just as Yue returned, carrying a small tray with tea and some dried fruit. She carefully placed it on the table before bowing slightly. "Uncle Zhou, please enjoy."


    "Good girl," Zhou Qi said with a smile, taking the cup. Yue, having finished her task, excused herself and disappeared toward another part of the house.


    Taking a sip of the tea, Zhou Qi looked back at Li Xun. "And how about Yuntai? Still away with the army?"


    Li Xun¡¯s expression became more serious. "Yes. He left with the recruits not long ago. We haven¡¯t received any news yet."


    Zhou Qi nodded. "The army is no easy path. But with his temperament, I believe he¡¯ll endure it well."


    Before Li Xun could respond, the sound of a door opening caught their attention. Li Heng stepped into the courtyard, dressed in his own guard uniform, fastening the last piece of his belt.


    Zhou Qi stood up and smiled. "Brother Li, you look the same as ever."


    Li Heng smirked. "And you still find time to visit early in the morning. What brings you here?"


    The two men clasped arms firmly in greeting, their bond as old comrades clear. Though they served in different districts, their friendship remained strong through shared duties and and occasional meetings like this.


    Zhou Qi took another sip of tea and sighed. "Official matters, of course. But let¡¯s talk properly inside."


    Li Heng nodded. "Then let¡¯s not waste time. Come in."....


    Li Heng took a seat beside Zhou Qi as Li Xun respectfully poured him a cup of tea before stepping away, leaving the two seasoned guards to their conversation.


    Zhou Qi wasted no time. He set his cup down and spoke in a low, serious tone. "As you know, our numbers are short since many of our men were recruited into the army. Because of that, the magistrate has assigned us to investigate a missing cargo shipment meant for him."


    Li Heng¡¯s brow furrowed slightly. "Missing? What happened?"


    Zhou Qi sighed. "The cargo was supposed to arrive two days ago, delivering an important item to the magistrate. But it never reached its destination. The guards escorting it, along with the person in charge of the delivery, vanished without a trace. The magistrate has already sent men to search along the route, but they found nothing."


    Li Heng took a slow sip of tea, his expression darkening. "That does seem strange. Are they certain the cargo even departed?"


    Zhou Qi nodded. "A message was sent confirming its departure before they left. There¡¯s no doubt it was on its way."


    Li Heng remained silent for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly on the wooden table. "An entire cargo, its guards, and the courier disappearing without a sign¡­ It doesn''t sit right."


    Zhou Qi¡¯s face was equally grim. "Exactly. That¡¯s why the magistrate wants us¡ªalong with a few other experienced men¡ªto investigate. Since the mission may take time, we leave tomorrow at dawn. We don''t know how long we¡¯ll be gone, but the magistrate has promised a hefty reward if we succeed¡ªespecially if we recover the missing cargo. Even if we fail, he¡¯ll still reward us, but far less."


    Li Heng frowned. "A missing shipment is one thing, but an entire escort going silent? It¡¯s suspicious. We¡¯re dealing with something more than simple bandits."


    Zhou Qi nodded, but there was little more they could say without more information. After a brief silence, Li Heng exhaled. "Since this is a task we can''t refuse, I¡¯ll be ready by tomorrow."


    Zhou Qi stood up and adjusted his uniform. "Good. Make sure to prepare well. We move at dawn."


    With that, the two men exchanged a firm nod, understanding the weight of the task ahead.


    The two men chatted for a while before Zhou Qi finally rose to leave. Li Heng walked him to the gate, exchanging a firm nod before watching his friend disappear down the road. He lingered for a moment, exhaling quietly before turning back into the courtyard.


    As he sat down, Li Xun entered. He immediately noticed the somber expression on his father¡¯s face¡ªhis usual stern composure tinged with something heavier.


    "Father," Li Xun called, stepping closer. "Did something happen?"


    Li Heng looked at his son for a moment before sighing. "Tomorrow, I will be leaving on a mission. I don¡¯t know how long it will take before I return."


    Li Xun¡¯s brows furrowed. "A mission? Is it dangerous?"


    His father gave a faint smile, though his eyes held no warmth. "Every mission has its risks. But this one¡­ feels different." He paused before speaking again, his voice steady but firm. "No matter what happens, take care of the family while I¡¯m gone. Be cautious, and don¡¯t invite unnecessary trouble."


    Li Xun clenched his fists slightly but nodded. "I understand, Father. I will."


    Li Heng studied his son for a long moment before patting his shoulder. "Good. That¡¯s all I ask."


    Then, standing up, he adjusted his uniform. "I need to head to my guard duty now." Without another word, he walked toward the wooden gate, disappearing into the streets beyond.


    Left alone, Li Xun let out a quiet sigh, a trace of sadness flickering in his eyes.