Duō Yī slowly opened his eyes, the familiar scent of sandalwood filling his nose. He was back in his small but cozy bedroom, its carved wooden beams and embroidered silk curtains offering a sense of safety.By his side, a gray-haired man with a steady gaze leaned close. It was Lǎo Zhōng, the family steward who had watched over him since birth. His lined face broke into rare relief."Young Master , you're awake!" Lǎo Zhōng exclaimed, his usually composed tone cracking with emotion.Duō Yī gave a faint nod, still feeling the dull ache of fatigue running through his body.Without delay, Lǎo Zhōng hurried to call for his mother, Duō Líng Méi.Moments later, the door slammed open and a woman in flowing robes rushed in. Her long hair was disheveled, her eyes red and glistening."My child! Yī'er!" Duō Líng Méi cried as she threw her arms around him. She trembled as if fearing he might vanish again. "When they found you unconscious in the abandoned courtyard, I thought… I thought I had lost y

Three weeks slipped by, each day weighed down by tension as the martial battle drew closer. The Duō Clan bustled with excitement, but Duō Yī shut himself away, devoting every waking moment to cultivation.Secluded within the quiet of his courtyard, he sat cross-legged, his clone, Yī-1, opposite him in perfect stillness. They were mirrors of each other, their meridians swelling with Qi until Duō Yī's body trembled under the strain.Today's the day… he thought, teeth clenched as he forced the Qi through his meridians Then—boom!The bottleneck shattered. Qi flooded his system like a tidal wave, surging through his veins with unrestrained vigor. His cultivation had advanced.A sudden rush of warmth surged through his meridians, widening them, deepening the channels through which Qi coursed. the expansion was tangible, his body drinking in energy with newfound ease.[Status Board Updated][Name: Duō Yī][Race: Human][Status: Damaged Soul (X)][Realm: Qi Gathering Realm (3rd Stage)][Life Spa

The air in the Duō Clan battle grounds seemed to hum with energy. Thousands of eyes watched from tiered seats carved into the stone walls, their whispers and shouts rising into a storm of excitement. The arena was vast — a 5-kilometer-wide circle of polished stone, the ground etched with faint arrays that shimmered in the sunlight.At its heart stood six square platforms, each a hundred meters across and reinforced with spirit inscriptions. These would host the duels, allowing several battles to unfold at once like the petals of a grand, bloody flower.Elder Lǐ's voice, calm yet commanding, boomed across the grounds."The descendant battle will now commence! Let the clansmen demonstrate their strength!"A glowing screen appeared before him, names forming into pairs. Gasps and murmurs rippled across the crowd as each descendant discovered their opponent.But one name Duō Yī was absent from the first draw.The whispers began instantly."I hope I get the failed son of the Clan Head.""He'

Hours passed, and the first batch of matches on the six platforms concluded. Elder Lǐ's voice boomed across the grounds, calm yet commanding:"The winners of the first round are:Platform One: Duō ChóngPlatform Two: Duō LíngPlatform Three: Duō MéiPlatform Four: Duō WěiPlatform Five: Duō LínPlatform Six: Duō Shēn."**"These descendants have proven their strength and will proceed to the next round."With a measured wave, Elder Lǐ conjured a translucent screen that shimmered into existence before him. Names began to inscribe themselves across its surface, glowing faintly."The following people should proceed to their platforms"Platform One: Duō Jiāo vs. Duō SùPlatform Two: Duō Zēn vs. Duō LiánPlatform Three: Duō Xuān vs. Duō JiéPlatform Four: Duō Jùn vs. Duō MíngPlatform Five: Duō Hóng vs. Duō LóngPlatform Six: Duō Yī vs. Duō Zhì.The announcement drew a sharp wave of whispers, the crowd immediately abuzz."Ha! The useless son of the Clan Head finally gets his turn," one voice sneered.

The sun had dipped lower, casting warm, amber light over Platform Two as Duō Líng strode to his place. The crowd, already buzzing with excitement, grew even louder at the sight of the towering young warrior. At seventeen, Líng's immense build, honed through years of brutal training, made him appear as if he were a seasoned man in his early thirties. His chiseled physique and towering 6'3" frame gave him a daunting presence, every muscle like tempered steel, strengthened through painstaking body refinement and bolstered with rare pills.Duō Xuān, his opponent, stepped forward, drawing gasps and delighted murmurs from the audience. Dressed in flowing black robes that accentuated his lean, athletic form, Xuān possessed a look that captivated all. His skin was fair, and his angular face was graced with striking, sapphire-blue eyes that caught the light with a piercing glint. Raven-black hair fell just above his shoulders, soft yet untamed. While he stood several inches shorter than Líng,