ared at the vast blue sky, as if searching for answers among the drifting clouds. A gentle breeze blew, rustling

is eye, falling to the ground and forming a small puddle. But it was not an ordinary tear. A deep red color stained his c

ther and mother before their lives were cruelly taken by the merciless hands of the Wang Kingdom and the Ming Dynasty. He could still hear the

lms until they almost pierced his skin. In his heart, the oath he had swo

dom and the Ming Dynasty get away with taking your lives. I will make them pay a hun

if the world around him could feel his emotions, the once-gentle wind

t yet firm voice slip

learn to control

Ziyan Rouxi stood nearby, watching him with a serious exp

ere is only one way," she continued. "Y

d, as if offering a sliver of light in the darkness of his hatred.

e far in the distance, Fa Wa remained busy at the riv

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ng the

a sign that it had just been caught. Skillfully, Fa Wa began cleaning the fish, washing it and roasting it over a small fire he had bu

while, Ziyan Rouxi occasionally glanced at him, observing the expression on the boy's face-one that still he

and the slight melting of its fat gave it a distinct savory taste. However,

hes and fish crumbs that clung to his palms. "Let's go home," he said

ally before them. As they got closer, the large inscription above the gate caught Xiao Tian's attention. His steps hal

e Sword

but nothing in his memory matched. His vast knowledge, gained from reading countless scrolls since childhood, should have al

the architecture of the buildings, the distinct air that filled the place, and the accents in the speech of the disc

the She

last thing he remembered, he had been in the Ming Dynasty. How could he have drifted along the river all th

e had learned, the She Dynasty lay to the northwest of the Ming Dynasty, separated by towering mountains, steep valleys, and powerful rivers. It was impossible for someone t

gn land, in a sect he had never heard of. He clenched his fists, trying to

d, the voices of the gate gua

to the Pa

ure filled with absolute reverence. There was not a hint of hesitation in

ch respect. He said nothing and walked straight in, followed by Ziyan Roux

ng Fa Wa's status as the sect's patriarch. A spacious courtyard was filled with ancient trees, providing a serene and cool atmosphere. On the o

an, from now on, you will live here. However, just because I have taken you in as my grandson does no

grounds. Additionally, you must take care of all the scrolls in this house. I do not want to see a single one covered in dust. Once you turn ten, I will

fully, his gaze filled with determi

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hand, he swept the courtyard, clearing away the dry leaves scattered on the ground. The morning sunlight reflected off the sweat on his youthful face, but his express

times, he had to scrub it with a damp cloth until its surface was spotless once more. Some sect disciples passing by often glanced at

all wooden shelves stacked with ancient scrolls and thick books. Xiao Tian carefully wiped each cover, removing the dust with a gentle yet meticulous

habit of Xiao Tian's th

he wooden door he had become so familiar with. The room was dimly lit, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the cracks in the window.

contents of every book he opened. Some scrolls contained the history of the sect, while others delved into battle strategies, philosophies of life, and,

assed

by since Xiao Tian began living in the Supr

ed cheerfully in the treetops, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of green leaves. The sec

a! There's something exciting happening

features were beginning to show signs of maturity, with sharp eyes and a confiden

e of the wooden pillars, lifted his h

he sect. Come on, it's going to be fun!" Ziyan Roux

was also curious to see the fights between the sect's talented d

hurried footsteps. The arena was a vast circular space with a sturdy stone floor, worn down by countless batt

n toward them. None dared to stop their approach, as everyone knew that these two childre

ch's adopted grandson, Tia

m interested in martial arts. N

til he turns ten befor

son. He's nothing compared to Miss Ziyan. Even though she wasn't ten yet

an adopted one. Tian doesn't have the patriarch's bloodli

al expression, as if all those insults were nothing more than passing wind. For years,

face flushed with anger, and her gaze turned sharp. She was about

tain them," he said calml

ou're too soft on them! If you keep t

all smile. "Their w

e, there was something hidden in his

n chair. Before the hundreds of disciples, the patriarch sat with undeniabl

deep and commanding voice echoed throughout the arena, infuse

our full strength! I want to see the extent of your abilities so that I can determine the best resources to help you grow. Over the next year, I will personally train the s

nd charismatic, prompting all th

h, we und

hifted to an elderly man standing at the edge

forward. Despite his old age, his body remained strong and muscular. His st

in a deep voice before stepping into t

seat while the other disciples cheered and shouted in excitement at the

le named

l force of 230 rings. He has already reached the rank of a third-class warrior. But he has sealed his own power, only revealin