2025-10-27 15:47:41Chen POV
The conspiracy was centuries old. Four families had discovered a way to cultivate using forbidden techniques that required sacrificing others' life force. These techniques let them advance quickly and live far longer than normal. But they needed a constant supply of victims. So they created the system that controlled the kingdom. They became the hidden power behind the throne. They decided which families could prosper and which had to fall. Anyone who grew too strong got destroyed—usually through manufactured conflicts with neighboring families. "Your mother discovered evidence of this by accident," Mei Lin explained. "She was researching old records for a history project and found references to the Four Pillars going back hundreds of years. The same family names appearing again and again, never aging, always in power. She told your father, and he started investigating. That's when they killed her." "How did my family become a target?" I asked. "Your father was a genius. He reached the ninth level of Heavenly Spirit realm before age thirty—faster than anyone in generations. If he'd kept improving, he might have challenged the Four Pillars directly. Plus, the Chen family controls important resources. If they eliminated you and absorbed your family's holdings, they'd gain significant power." "But they didn't eliminate us. They just weakened us." "Because doing it too quickly would raise questions. Better to create internal problems, make the family decline naturally. The poisoning, the arranged accidents, the planted traitor—all designed to make the Chen family destroy itself slowly." The poisoning. I'd almost forgotten about that. "Mei Lin, do you know anything about a poison that could suppress someone's cultivation ability? Something that could be given to a child over many years?" She thought for a moment. "There's one called Soul Whisper. It's made from a rare mushroom. If given regularly in small doses, it prevents energy pathways from developing properly. The victim appears to have no talent, but really they're just blocked." "How do you cure it?" "The antidote is even rarer—Golden Tears flower extract. It only grows in a few places. The nearest would be in the mountains north of here, in an area called Silver Falls Valley." Silver Falls Valley—one of the marked locations on father's map! "Thank you. That's very helpful." "There's more," she continued. "The Four Pillars are planning something big. My family intercepted a message three months ago. It mentioned a 'convergence' happening soon at the Shadowpeak Academy. We think they're gathering talented students for some kind of ritual." "What kind of ritual?" "We don't know. But it involves the Tower of Gods and Master Magnus. Whatever they're planning, it requires people with high soul purity. People exactly like you." This was bad. Really bad. Going to the academy suddenly seemed much more dangerous. "Why would Master Magnus help the Four Pillars?" I asked. "He's already incredibly powerful." "That's what we're trying to figure out. Maybe they offered him something. Maybe they're blackmailing him. Or maybe he's been one of them all along and the academy is just his way of collecting victims." We talked for another half hour. Mei Lin gave me descriptions of known Four Pillars agents, signs to watch for, and ways to protect myself. She also gave me a jade slip containing all the information her family had compiled. "Keep this hidden," she said. "If the Four Pillars learn we gave this to you, they'll kill us both." "I understand. Thank you for trusting me with this." "Your father earned our trust. You're proving you deserve it too. Be careful at the academy, Chen Wei. Don't let them make you disappear like the others." She left first, vanishing into the darkness. I waited a few minutes, then headed back to where Uncle Feng was hidden. We walked home in silence, both overwhelmed by everything we'd learned. The conspiracy was bigger and older than we'd imagined. The danger was more immediate. And I was walking straight into the center of it by going to Shadowpeak Academy. But what choice did I have? If I didn't go, they'd suspect me of knowing too much. Better to face danger I could see coming than wait for a knife in the dark. Back in my room, I studied the jade slip Mei Lin had given me. It contained hundreds of pieces of information—reports going back decades, sketches of suspected agents, timelines of suspicious events. One section caught my eye. It listed families that had been destroyed over the past fifty years. Twenty-three families, all eliminated through various methods. Poisoning, arranged accidents, manufactured conflicts, betrayals. The pattern was always the same. The family would start succeeding too well. Then small problems would appear. Then bigger problems. Within a few years, the family would be gone—killed off or absorbed into other clans. The Chen family was following that exact pattern. But now I knew what was happening. I could fight back. I could break the pattern. I just had to survive long enough to become strong enough. I pulled out the inheritance manual and the jade pendant. I had two weeks before leaving for Shadowpeak Academy. Two weeks to improve as much as possible. I began cultivating immediately, pushing my body to its limits. The energy flowed through me more smoothly now, responding to my will. I could feel the barrier between middle Earth realm and Peak Earth realm. Soon I'd be able to break through it. As dawn light crept through my window, I finally stopped to rest. My body ached pleasantly—the good pain of muscles growing stronger. I lay back on my bed, thinking about everything ahead. The academy. The Four Pillars. The traitor in my family. Father's documents hidden somewhere. The Moonless Valley. So many threats. So many mysteries. But also opportunities. Every challenge was a chance to grow stronger. Every enemy was a chance to learn more. The original Chen Wei would have been terrified. He would have given up. But I wasn't him anymore. I had memories of commanding gods and reshaping reality. That knowledge might be locked away for now, but it was there, guiding me, giving me confidence. The Four Pillars thought I was weak and easy to eliminate. They were wrong. And soon, I'd prove it.
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