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The First Rain of Iron
The first formation-enhanced bolts were only breaths away when the midday sun flashed across their metal heads.The Northwest Grassland offered almost no natural cover. Spirit ships hovered high above the open field, flying archers occupied the space between fleet and ground, and the Thirteen-Faction Alliance had already spread unevenly after its premature advance. The widest gaps lay between the orthodox center and the black-path western flank.Lin Heng saw the danger, but the first volley arrived before his order could reach every banner.The bolts struck.An orthodox disciple raised his sword too late. Three bolts shattered the qi around the blade, and a fourth pierced his shoulder, spinning him to the ground. Nearby, a black-path fighter seized the collar of a junior and dragged the younger man in front of him. The junior screamed as two bolts entered his back, while the senior survived behind the stolen shield.Mahya saw the act and remembered the man’s face.On the eastern side,
A Thousand Umbrellas of Death
The dark shapes continued descending beneath reinforced flying umbrellas.Each umbrella contained thin metal ribs, spirit-thread fabric, and small formation plates that adjusted altitude through controlled currents. The soldiers did not drift randomly. They formed layered rows with exact spacing, each archer holding a heavy crossbow across the chest.Alliance disciples below still mocked the withdrawn ladders.A black-path disciple waved his saber. “They were too frightened to climb down, so now they hide beneath toys.”A young orthodox swordsman laughed. “Their army has already lost the courage to meet us on the ground.”An opportunistic elder lifted his chin. “The pressure from our formation forced this change. They fear approaching my position directly.”The cautious veteran heard them and looked upward.
The Alliance of Thirteen Banners
Thirteen banners moved above the Northwest Grassland.They did not form one harmonious line. Orthodox factions placed their standards in the center, neutral groups guarded the supply routes, and black-path sects chose positions that allowed them to withdraw without crossing anyone else’s camp.The coalition existed because the foreign threat was greater than their mutual distrust.Lin Heng stood before the central command tent beneath the banner of Bingdao. He had accepted leadership because the assembled factions needed one voice, not because every master willingly acknowledged his authority.Mahya represented the Feilong Order. She remained near the map table, studying messenger reports while other leaders argued over camp placement, scouting rights, and the order of names on the alliance proclamation.The White Lotus Temple, Soul Hunter Sect, Black Dragon Order, and Pois
News From the Occupied Continent
For cultivators who had entered the Dao path, ordinary food was no longer a daily necessity. Kaishi experts could endure long periods without eating, while Banxiang practitioners relied even less on mortal meals.Guo Jiang still chose to eat.The spices, warmth, and familiar weight of food reminded him that cultivation was not the only measure of life. After nearly dying beneath Haiyun’s arrow and spending months inside a sealed inheritance, he wanted to taste the ordinary world he had nearly lost.He finished several bites of roasted meat, drank a little wine, and set down his chopsticks.“A Feng.”The young servant approached quickly. The swelling on his cheek remained visible, but gratitude had replaced much of his fear.“Yes, honored guest?”“Tell me about those two officers.”
Two Fingers Against a Foreign Sword
Ya Yi kept one armored hand on the table and looked down at the young man by the window.“You have heard me,” he said. “Leave before I finish counting to three.”The young man placed his chopsticks beside the bowl. His expression remained calm.“I paid for this seat,” he said. “Why should I surrender it before finishing my meal?”An Gui leaned closer to Ya Yi and lowered his voice just enough for the nearby diners to hear. “These locals need reminders. Logun officers should never wait behind weak men.”Ya Yi’s pride swelled under the attention of the room. Calm resistance before witnesses made retreat impossible in his mind.“You ask why?” Ya Yi pulled a dagger from his belt and drove it into the table. The blade sank halfway through the wood. “Because my rank is the answer.&r
Fear Inside Spring Restaurant
Spring Restaurant reached its busiest hour before noon ended.Cooks shouted orders across the kitchen while iron woks hissed over high flames. Roasted meat, spicy southern noodles, herbal broth, river fish, and strong wine moved from the stoves to crowded tables without pause.The first floor served merchants, travelers, caravan guards, and ordinary cultivators. Its wooden tables stood close together, and conversation mixed with bowls, cups, and footsteps.The second floor offered finer tableware, private screens, musicians, and broad windows overlooking the streets of Southern City. Wealthy customers paid heavily for those seats, especially the tables beside the best windows.At one such table sat a young man in simple clothing.He ate slowly, tasting each dish rather than consuming it for energy. His posture looked relaxed, and nothing about him announced high status or martial power.The guzheng musician nearby maintained a gentle melody.Then two men entered the restaurant.Ya Yi
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