2025-10-27 15:42:06Chen POV
After saying goodbye to the Zhao family leader, we left the district with Marcus following. During the walk home, grandfather scolded me. "Wei, you were too reckless facing Zhao Kun with your current abilities. You may have better techniques, but that spiritual beast could have erased you from existence if the fight had continued. You must be more careful." "I understand, grandfather. I'm sorry for worrying you." He explained more about spiritual beasts and their power. The Chen family didn't have such creatures, but we had something else—a spiritual weapon hidden in the family's secret chamber. An ancient sword. However, no one had ever been able to claim it. Anyone who tried was destroyed by the sword's guardian. "May I try to claim it?" I asked. Grandfather shook his head firmly. "Not yet. You'd need to reach at least the ninth level of Heavenly Spirit realm. Otherwise, the guardian will destroy both your body and soul." __________________ I didn't argue. I understood the danger he described. But I was curious about this sword. What kind of weapon needed a guardian? What made it so dangerous that even touching it wrong could kill you? "I'll train harder then," I said. "I'll reach the ninth level and claim our family's inheritance. Then no one will dare insult us anymore. The Chen family will rise again." Grandfather's eyes grew wet. He patted my shoulder but couldn't speak. After a moment, he walked away toward his rooms. I headed to my own chamber with Marcus following. Once there, Marcus lingered at the door. "Young master, if I may say something?" "Of course, Uncle Marcus." He seemed surprised I called him uncle again. "I just wanted to say... you've changed. You're different now. Better. Whatever happened when you fell, it changed you for the good. I'm grateful." He bowed and left before I could respond. I sat on my bed, thinking about everything that had happened. The fight with Zhao Kun had revealed several things. First, I could use some of my ancient techniques if I modified them for this weak body. Second, people would notice if I used abilities I shouldn't have. Third, Zhao Kun wasn't acting alone or on impulse—he'd been unusually aggressive, almost like someone had encouraged him to fight me. That last thought troubled me most. Who would benefit from conflict between the Chen and Zhao families' young masters? Who wanted us to fight before the official competition? I pulled out the inheritance manual grandfather had given me and studied it again. The techniques inside were simple compared to my knowledge, but they were designed for this world's cultivation system. I needed to master them first before adapting my advanced knowledge to work here. As I read, I noticed something strange. Some pages had tiny marks in the corners—barely visible unless you looked carefully. They weren't part of the original text. Someone had added them later. I examined the marks more closely. They were a code, I realized. A way to leave a message without anyone else noticing. Using my ancient knowledge, I decoded them. The message made my blood run cold. "The inheritance is incomplete. The real manual was split in two. Find the Wind Blade technique. Trust no one." Someone in my family had known the manual was incomplete. They'd left this secret message, hoping a future Chen might discover it. But who? And when? More importantly—where was the other half of the manual? I heard footsteps outside my room. Multiple people, moving quickly. Then voices whispering urgently. "Are you sure?" "I saw it with my own eyes. The young master used a technique we've never seen before. Light materialized as a shield. It stopped Zhao Kun's attack completely." "Impossible. Chen Wei is in mid-level Earth realm. He couldn't block a Heavenly realm attack." "I'm telling you what I saw!" The voices faded as the people moved away. My uncles, probably, discussing what had happened today. I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The original Chen Wei had died in a fall during training. But now I wondered—had it really been an accident? Or had someone pushed him? The poison. The incomplete manual. The suspicious training "accident." The assassins on the road. Zhao Kun's aggressive behavior. All the pieces pointed to something larger happening, some plot that involved the Chen family's destruction. But why? What did someone gain from destroying us? I needed answers. But I also needed to be careful. If someone was plotting against the Chen family, they wouldn't hesitate to try killing me again once they realized I'd survived. I closed my eyes and began cultivating according to the inheritance manual's instructions. My body was still weak, but each session made it slightly stronger. The energy pathways in my body were opening more fully. Soon I'd be able to attempt a breakthrough to the next level. Hours passed. When I finally stopped, it was deep night. The compound was quiet except for guards making their rounds. I stood and walked to my window, looking out at the city. Somewhere out there, enemies were planning. Maybe they were in the Zhao family. Maybe they were somewhere else entirely. But they existed, and they wanted my family destroyed. Well, they'd made one critical mistake. They'd assumed Chen Wei was weak, talentless, and easy to eliminate. They didn't know that Chen Wei was gone, replaced by someone who'd once commanded powers beyond imagination. Someone who'd survived the destruction of the universe itself. I might be weak now. My body might be fragile. But I had time, knowledge, and determination. And I'd make sure everyone who threatened my family would regret it. Tomorrow, I thought, I'd begin real training. Not the harsh methods my uncles had used, but cultivation based on ancient wisdom combined with this world's techniques. I'd push my body to its limits safely, building strength layer by layer. And I'd start investigating the mysteries surrounding the Chen family—my father's disappearance, my mother's murder, the incomplete manual, and who wanted me dead. Three weeks until the family competition. Three weeks to become strong enough to protect everyone I cared about. I smiled in the darkness. My enemies thought they'd won by killing the original Chen Wei. They had no idea what they'd actually unleashed. ---
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