"A duel?" Bennett asked once again, he felt his outlook on the world had changed.
'A spiritual awakening realm kid requesting for a duel from an ember core realm cultivator, if this isn't courting death what is it? He could've requested for a spar or training but a duel?' The main difference between a duel, a spar and training was the intent, teachings would only require soft methods, with no intent to injure or kill attached, spar occured between fellow cultivators of the same level who went all out to "win" but not to kill or injure. A duel on the other hand could even involve killing or crippling the opponent, Yan Ming requesting for a duel had obviously crossed Bennett's line. He watched Bennett's expression change, he knew what was going on in his mind so he decided to pull even further. "Don't tell me you're scared to have a duel with me because you might lose." "Lose? There's no way I would lose." Bennett replied amidst laughter, he had full confidence and assurance that he would win, he was also a genius in his younger ages, he was talented enough to rise from a mere commoner to become the head of the imperial palace's royal guards, a position even the nobles and five great families coveted. "You want me to grant three wishes for you if you win but there's nothing for me to gain if I win, isn't it supposed to go both ways?" Bennett asked with a grin. 'You think you're smart? I'm better! Watch yourself fall into my trap helplessly.' "What do you want in return if you win?" Yan Ming asked despite already knowing what Bennett's request would be. "After the duel you'll know tow to me, call me master and swear to be diligent and obedient." "Okay." he accepted without an ounce of hesitation. A deep frown appeared on Bennett's face, it felt like Yan Ming didn't even care about his words at all. "Why don't you take a few minutes too consider your words, the moment you lose you'll have to know tow and fulfill your promise or you aren't leaving." "There's nothing to consider, I'm not going to lose so it won't hold." "Your confidence, it's amazing." Bennett said, his eyebrows twitching at Yan Ming's arrogance. 'He won't be losing that arrogance in a short time.' "I'm just stating facts, where do you wish for the duel to hold? I have a lot of things to do actually." "Why shift positions? It will hold right here, I'll give you a chance, thirty seconds to attack all you want, I'll only focus on defending, but after thirty seconds don't blame me." Bennett said, his hands folded behind his back. "I don't need your compassion." He said then raised his head towards the blue skies with eyes closed. 'Did he give up? No it can't be....' Bennett's eyes opened wide the next moment, the Qi dispersed in the imperial palace all rushed towards Yan Ming's body, right into his body, through his skins and pores, filling up his meridians. "What's this?" Bennett muttered in shock, the phenomenon had also attracted others living in the imperial palace, the emperor who was having a meeting with other members of nobility also noticed. "Elemental possession, I'll assume you don't know what it means right?" "Have you ever imagined, what it would look like if you were able to call on an element itself and borrow it's powers?" He asked with an amused smile. "Call onto an element?" "Exactly what it means, the ten founding elements of the universe, what if you were able to call upon it, to serve you and become your weapon." Yan Ming said then stretched out his right hand, creating a sword made entirely of Qi, but it felt different, it felt more "alive" "A divine treasure? Creating a divine treasure on the spot?" "Brace yourself, this duel is just starting, don't tell me you'll give up simply because you saw a technique you've never seen before? I'll be really disappointed." He said, took a step forwards, each of his steps radiating strength and authority, the flames and Qi in the area seemed to bow to his command, paying their obeisance. Bennett took in a deep breath, a wide smile appearing on his face "Give up? If I gave up simply because of any slight obstacle I wouldn't have reached the ember core realm, I've never fought someone using elemental possession before, this should be interesting." He stretched out his right arm into the open air summoning his sword over from the villa, holding it with both hands, a sheath of Qi flowing across the surface of the sword. "You have a divine treasure but so do I!" --- On a deserted planet in the mortal realm, a wide rift opened up, three humanoid figures stepped out from the portal, they had the appearance of humans with burning red eyes, a disguise they implemented during their journey to the mortal realm. "Where are we?" One of them, a male asked. "The group was split into smaller divisions, scattered about randomly, we won't know where exactly we are until we check, let's just scout through this planet for it, if we can't find it we'll return through the portal." One of them who seemed to be the leader said. "Do you even know what we're supposed to look for?" "How am I supposed to know? I was only given a diagram, our job is to either report back when we find it or bring it back, of course the reward for bringing it back is higher than just finding it's location!" The leader replied, a greedy look on his face. "A diagram?" The last of the three, a female asked. "Yes, I was given only a diagram." He replied, then pulled out a scroll from the little pouch attached to his chest, unfolding it for the others. On the scroll was a diagram, a diagram depicting the lost Tian Luo!Latest Chapter
What Remains: End Of Book One
A year later, the coalition that had once formed purely from desperate necessity had settled into something considerably more permanent — a genuine, lasting alliance between eleven territories that continued cooperating on trade, mutual defense, and the ongoing work of ensuring the Concord's dissolved structures never again coalesced into anything resembling their former, coercive unity. Tian Shen, now formally recognized as the alliance's primary coordinating voice, had proven himself as capable a peacetime leader as he'd been a wartime commander, the Tian clan's territory flourishing under his continued, thoughtful governance. Long Xue had settled into a role as the alliance's primary liaison to the void dragon clan's reforming leadership, her own journey from grief-driven hunter to genuine, trusted ally now complete in ways that had transformed her entirely from the cold, calculating figure who'd once ambushed Yan Ming at the Withering Garden's threshold. She vi
A Quiet Return
Nearly six months after the convergence's collapse, with the coalition's rebuilding efforts finally settling into sustainable, ongoing rhythm rather than urgent, demanding crisis, Yan Ming and Qing Chun found themselves, for the first time since their tournament victory so long ago, with genuine, unhurried time to simply exist together without the weight of imminent catastrophe pressing against every decision. "Do you remember," Qing Chun said, as they walked together through the same tournament city where their journey had first properly begun, its streets considerably more peaceful now than the chaotic, celebration-filled days following Yan Ming's unexpected victory, "when you told me jade necklaces were useless, and then bought me one anyway?" "I remember," he said, managing a genuine, warm smile at the memory's simplicity, so distant now from everything they'd since endured together. "You still have it?" "Always." She touched the necklace at her throat, the s
Rebuilding
The weeks that followed brought the considerable, demanding work of transitioning from war back toward peace, the coalition's eleven territories gradually shifting their focus from coordinated military preparation toward the equally challenging task of helping the Concord's absorbed sects and territories reestablish independent governance, free from the coercive unity Feng Lie Zun's ambition had once imposed upon them. Tian Shen took a leading role in this transition, his diplomatic skill proving as valuable in peace as it had been in building the original alliance, carefully navigating the complicated process of restoring trust and autonomy to territories that had spent years under the Concord's controlling influence. "It's slower work than the battle itself, in some ways," he admitted to Yan Ming, during one of their regular strategy sessions turned peace-building consultations. "Fighting has a clear beginning and end. Rebuilding trust, restoring genuine inde
The Warden's Confirmation
Three days after the battle's conclusion, as the coalition's forces settled into the considerable work of managing the Concord's dissolved territory and beginning the delicate process of reintegrating absorbed sects back into independent governance, Yan Ming found himself once more drawn toward quiet solitude, old habit of reflection reasserting itself amid the aftermath's demanding, ongoing activity. He found Qing Chun and Long Xue already waiting near the makeshift camp's quiet edge when a familiar, layered voice broke the evening's stillness. "You've accomplished something remarkable," the Warden said, materializing with the same unhurried, patient grace that had marked his previous appearances, grey robes settling around him as though he'd simply always been present, watching quietly from just beyond ordinary perception. "I confess, even I hadn't fully anticipated this particular resolution." "You knew about Feng Lie Zun's manipulation?" Yan Ming asked, old
The Battle
They emerged from the spire's shattered entrance to a scene of considerable, ongoing chaos, the coalition's massive diversionary force still locked in fierce engagement with the Concord's outer defenses, though the battle's character had visibly shifted in the time they'd spent within the spire's confines. Concord soldiers, no longer receiving coordinated command from whatever central authority had directed their earlier, disciplined resistance, fought now with the scattered, uncertain desperation of an army that sensed something fundamental had changed. "The convergence's collapse must be affecting them," Yan Ming observed, studying the battlefield's shifted dynamics with old, tactical assessment despite his considerable exhaustion. "Whatever loyalty bound them to Feng Lie Zun's cause, it's clearly tied at least partially to the array's continued function." "Then let's make sure that collapse continues," Long Xue said, already moving toward the nearest cluster
What Remains Between Brothers
They rested amid the chamber's settling wreckage for a long while, exhaustion from the confrontation's staggering demands finally, fully catching up to all four of them. Qing Chun leaned heavily against Yan Ming, her cultivation reserves depleted almost entirely by the containment technique's considerable exertion, though her eyes remained open, alert despite the fatigue. "You're alright?" Yan Ming asked, old concern evident despite his own considerable exhaustion. "I will be," she said, managing a tired but genuine smile. "Tianyi says the depletion is significant but not dangerous. Just needs time to properly recover." Long Xue settled nearby, void-attribute qi finally quieting after the confrontation's demanding exertion, her gaze drifting toward Feng Lie Zun's kneeling, exhausted form with old, complicated wariness that hadn't entirely faded despite his genuine cooperation. "What happens to you now?" Feng Lie Zun looked up slowly, old weariness and somethi
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