2026-04-15 02:29:13The air in the Discard Pit was thick with the white dust of the lime powder. It looked like a ghostly fog. Through that fog, Han Feng launched himself.
He didn't move like the old Han Feng. The old Han Feng was slow, dragging his feet because of his damaged nerves. This new Han Feng moved like a released spring. His feet pushed off the soft, rotting trash with such force that a small crater appeared where he had been standing.
Enforcer Tie was a man of the Third Realm of Body Tempering. His skin was tough, and his muscles were like thick ropes. He had spent twenty years bullying disciples. His reflexes were fast.
"You little rat!" Tie roared. He didn't know how the "Null" had jumped so high, but he didn't care. He raised his heavy iron mace. The mace was a brutal weapon, covered in blunt studs meant to crush bone.
Tie swung the mace in a horizontal arc. He expected to hear the sound of Han Feng’s ribs shattering again.
But Han Feng did something impossible. In mid-air, he twisted his torso. It wasn't a normal human movement. It was a violent, rhythmic contraction of his core muscles. The movement created a "wave" that shifted his center of gravity. The mace whistled an inch past his stomach, catching only the fabric of his ragged shirt.
Han Feng landed on the edge of the pit, right in front of Tie.
"You missed," Han Feng said. His voice was flat. Cold.
"I’ll peel the skin from your face!" Tie screamed. He dropped the mace and tried to use his heavy boot to kick Han Feng back into the pit. Tie’s boots were tipped with steel. A kick like that could kill a horse.
Han Feng didn't retreat. He stepped into the kick.
He reached out and placed his open palm against Tie’s chest. He didn't punch. He didn't push. He just touched Tie’s leather armor, right over the heart.
"What is this?" Tie laughed, his boot inches from Han Feng’s chest. "A caress? You truly are a—"
Tie’s voice stopped.
Han Feng closed his eyes. He felt the vibration of his own reinforced skeleton. He sent a pulse of bio-energy, his refined Qi, down his arm. But he didn't release it all at once. He vibrated his muscles at a specific frequency, a high-speed hum that matched the resonance of the water inside a human cell.
Vibrational Palm.
To an outsider, it looked like Han Feng was just resting his hand on Tie. There was no explosion. No flash of light.
But inside Enforcer Tie, a disaster was happening.
The shockwave from Han Feng’s palm passed right through the leather armor. It passed through the skin. It hit the internal organs. Because the human body is mostly liquid, the vibration traveled like a ripple in a pond, but with the force of a tidal wave.
Tie’s heart didn't stop, it disintegrated. His lungs turned into a bloody pulp. His liver and kidneys liquefied instantly.
Tie’s eyes went wide. The silver reflection in Han Feng’s eyes was the last thing he saw. He didn't even have time to scream. A single drop of blood leaked from his ear, and another from his nose.
Tie’s body stood frozen for a second. Then, he collapsed like a suit of clothes with no one inside.
Han Feng stood over the body, breathing hard. His palm felt hot. His heart was hammering against his ribs, not from fear, but from the sheer amount of energy he had just moved through his nervous system.
"It works," he whispered. "The Scripture... it’s real."
He looked down at Tie. The Enforcer looked perfectly fine on the outside. There wasn't a single bruise on his chest. But if someone were to cut him open, they would find nothing but red soup. This was the "Silent Predator" style of the Bone-Forging Scripture. It was a way to kill that left no evidence.
Panic began to set in, but Han Feng suppressed it. He was a "Null." If a Sect Enforcer went missing and he was the only one around, he would be tortured and killed.
"I have to hide this," he muttered.
He looked at the empty lime sack. He looked at the pit.
With his new strength, Han Feng picked up Tie’s heavy body. Tie weighed at least two hundred pounds, but to Han Feng, he felt like a bag of feathers. He tossed the body deep into the Discard Pit, making sure it landed under a pile of heavy wooden debris.
He then picked up the iron mace and threw it in after him. He took the remaining lime powder and scattered it over the area to cover the smell of blood and death. Finally, he used a branch to sweep away his footprints in the dust.
As he worked, a cold realization hit him.
The "Outer Sect Culling" was coming.
In the Azure Cloud Sect, every six months, there was a test. The disciples were ranked. The bottom ten percent, the trash, were removed.
In the past, removed meant being sent to work in the coal mines until you died of lung disease. But lately, with the new Great Elder in charge, removed meant something more permanent. They were simply never seen again.
"Thirty days," Han Feng said, looking at his scarred hands. "In thirty days, they will come for the Nulls. If I haven't reached the 'Copper Skin' realm by then, I won't be able to hide my strength or defend myself against the elders."
He couldn't stay near the pit. He needed a place to train where no one would look for a lowly slave.
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Chapter 64
"I am not a human body," Han Feng said. He took a step forward. Thud. His silver boot hit the ground, and a small crack appeared in the marble dust under his heel, running straight toward the Sect Leader."I am the Watchman," Han Feng said. "I am the mountain. You can shatter a man, Sect Leader. But you cannot shatter the earth."The Sect Leader backed away two steps. He looked at Han Feng’s silver-black knuckles. He looked at the choir of children who were still humming, their voices holding the black fire of the ship. He looked at the giant silver ship above, which was still shaking, its blue alchemical light flickering frantically under the pressure of the song.The Sect Leader realized the truth. He could not win this fight with simple techniques. He could not win by being fast. This boy was not just a cultivator. He was a living metamorphosis. He was a weapon that could rebuild itself in real-time."You..." the Sect Leader growled, his face twisted in a mask of manic fury. "You
Chapter 63
The Sect Leader stood back three feet. He pulled his hand away. His palm was no longer black; it was pale and clean again. He looked at Han Feng with a quiet, satisfied look."A good body, Han Feng," the Sect Leader said. "But the sky always wins. The Void Palm has turned your inside parts to ash. In thirty seconds, your silver blood will stop moving. You will be a cold statue of obsidian, and I will take the core."He turned his head to look at the children "Now," the Sect Leader said. "Let us stop the song."But Han Feng was still alive. His mind was in a dark place. He was standing in a void of his own, surrounded by grey shadows. He could hear his father’s voice. He could hear the wind.“Do not let go, Feng,” the voice said.Han Feng’s will did not break. He was the boy from the pit. He had survived the culling of his family. He had survived the Void-Rot. He would not let this sky-god have the mountain.He reached into his chest with his mind. He did not have Qi. But he had his "L
Chapter 62
The black fire from the Exordium ship was very close. It came down from the grey sky like a giant, falling wall of dark ink. It did not smell like a normal fire. It did not smell like dry wood burning. It smelled like burning hair, wet rust, and the cold metal of a grave. But the black fire did not hit the dirt. It hit the song.In the Great Training Square, the fifty outer disciples were still humming. Su Yan was standing by the broken stone wall, her throat dry, her lips bleeding, but she did not stop. She held her hands flat against the rock.Hmmmmmm... hmmmmmm... hmmmmmm... The hundred voices had turned into a solid shield. It was a shield of gold-grey light that hung thirty feet above their heads. When the black fire hit the shield, there was a loud, wet rushing sound, like water hitting a hot iron pan.Sssssssssss! The sky was split. The black fire ran down the sides of the gold-grey shield, falling into the deep ravines around the square, turning the ancient pine trees into b
Chapter 61
Han Feng did not answer. He was already leaping. He jumped from the terrace of the barracks to the roof of the Outer Sect kitchen. The kitchen was an old building made of wood and dry straw.BOOM! When his heavy silver feet hit the roof, the wood shattered into splinters. But before he could fall through, the stone pillar under the kitchen rose up, supporting his weight.He looked at the Sect Leader, who was floating in the air above the garden. "Try this," Han Feng said. He swung his arm in a big circle.In the medicinal gardens below, the ancient pine trees began to shake. Their needles shivered, and their branches bent. Suddenly, the giant roots of the trees broke through the dirt like big, wooden snakes. They shot into the air, reaching for the Sect Leader’s ankles.At the same time, Han Feng threw his left fist forward.The air in front of his hand compressed, creating a wave of sharp, grey stone shards that flew out of the broken roof, following the roots like a swarm of angry
Chapter 60
Han Feng did not answer. He was already leaping. He jumped from the terrace of the barracks to the roof of the Outer Sect kitchen. The kitchen was an old building made of wood and dry straw.BOOM! When his heavy silver feet hit the roof, the wood shattered into splinters. But before he could fall through, the stone pillar under the kitchen rose up, supporting his weight.He looked at the Sect Leader, who was floating in the air above the garden. "Try this," Han Feng said. He swung his arm in a big circle.In the medicinal gardens below, the ancient pine trees began to shake. Their needles shivered, and their branches bent. Suddenly, the giant roots of the trees broke through the dirt like big, wooden snakes. They shot into the air, reaching for the Sect Leader’s ankles.At the same time, Han Feng threw his left fist forward.The air in front of his hand compressed, creating a wave of sharp, grey stone shards that flew out of the broken roof, following the roots like a swarm of angry
Chapter 59
The wind was very strong. It made a loud, whistling sound in the deep chasm. Han Feng was falling. The dark walls of the Sovereign Gate rushed past his face like grey shadows]. Below him, the giant brass gears were turning, making a heavy, metallic grinding sound. Clank... clank... clank… He did not want to hit the gears yet. He needed to stop his fall. He reached out with his right arm. His fingers were no longer soft flesh; they were made of solid, black obsidian and silver. He slammed his hand into the grey stone wall of the cliff.Screeech! The sound was terrible. It was the sound of metal tearing through rock. A shower of bright silver sparks flew into the dark air as his hand carved a deep, five-inch line in the basalt wall. He slowed down. His boots hit a stone terrace on the side of the cliff, and he stopped.Thud. He landed on his feet. The ground here was covered in dirt and broken pieces of wood. It was the lower terrace of the Outer Sect barracks.The Sect Leader was alr
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