2025-07-28 20:52:16Darian Vexmoor, Deputy Commander of the Frostfang Mercenaries Group, Ninth Heaven cultivator… relentless. For days, he had tracked Kaelen, forcing the boy into constant retreat with his Wind Thunder Bow.
This was no ordinary weapon. Forged from refined iron, runes etched along its limbs, the Xuan-grade bow carried lethal energy with every shot. Even Kaelen’s Bronze Battle Body couldn’t fully tank it. Evade or die—that was the choice.
Crouched beside a blood-streaked forest trail, Darian’s golden eyes gleamed.
“You can run all you want, kid… but you won’t get far,” he muttered.
Above him, his eagle soared, scouting ahead. Every inch of the Vyrecrest Mountains was now Kaelen’s hunting ground. And his trap.
Half a million silver coins dangled over Kaelen’s head—a bounty set by Kael Draven himself. Mercenaries drawn by greed swarmed the mountains, yet Darian wanted it all.
“Why share the reward,” he whispered, “when I can have the glory—and the silver—for myself?”
He followed the blood trail like a predator. Step by step. Minute by minute. Then the forest opened to a clearing. Heavy breaths, thick shrubs…
Darian smirked. “Out of stamina, are we? Cornered yourself, huh?”
Then he froze.
A silver-armored crocodile slept before him, massive as a hill. Scales glittered beneath the canopy. That heavy breathing… not Kaelen’s. The beast of the Great Wild Forest itself.
“No… I can’t fight this!” Darian’s blood ran cold. Kaelen had led him here.
A shadow moved. Kaelen stood atop a rock, twirling a stone with a devilish grin.
“N-No… Don’t—”
“Good luck,” Kaelen whispered.
Whoosh! The stone flew.
ROARRR!
The forest trembled. The crocodile awakened, roaring so loud it rattled Darian’s bones. He scrambled for his bow—but a massive claw struck him down.
In an instant, the Ninth Heaven cultivator, Deputy Commander of the Frostfang Mercenaries… gone.
Kaelen perched on an ancient tree branch, eagle’s lifeless body dangling from his hand. A cold smile tugged at his lips.
“You don’t always need strength to win,” he murmured. “Sometimes, brains are enough.”
Three hours later, when the beast returned to slumber, Kaelen descended. He retrieved the Wind Thunder Bow, half-buried near Darian’s remains.
“A Xuan-grade weapon,” he breathed, tracing the runes. “Even in all of Thornreach… a peerless treasure.”
Not only had he eliminated a dangerous foe. He had claimed a legendary weapon.
Voices echoed from deeper in the forest. “Did you hear that? Fighting! Come on—maybe it’s that thief!”
Kaelen’s eyes darkened. “Frostfang Mercenaries… keep forcing my hand, and don’t blame me for destroying you all.”
A flick of his robe, and he vanished into the treetops.
The pursuit only intensified in the following days. Rogue cultivators, mercenaries… drawn by the bounty. When Kael Draven learned of Darian’s death, his fury erupted like a volcano. One million silver coins. Half the Vyrecrest Mountains swarmed with hunters.
But Kaelen? He was no longer the hunted.
By a moonlit lake, he drove his blade through the chest of a Seventh Heaven cultivator. The Creation Furnace activated. Corpses shimmered—spiritual stones, herbs, silver, even life force devoured and transformed into pure cultivation energy.
His power surged. Ten days later, Kaelen reached the Seventh Heaven of the True Martial Realm. His growth… monstrous. Yet the hunters only multiplied. Greed is endless. The higher he climbed, the more tantalizing the bounty.
The storm was hunting the storm.
“Quick! That little thief is over there!”
Shouts tore through the forest. Kaelen’s white robes fluttered like smoke as he melted into the undergrowth. Golden vital energy pulsed. His body ached—not fear, never fear—but irritation sharpened by exhaustion.
He needed time. Rare herbs, spiritual stones, arcane treasures. A breakthrough loomed. Once he ascended, not even Kael Draven would dare stand.
“When that time comes,” he whispered, “I’ll face him head-on. Let the world see who the real prey is.”
Footsteps approached. Armed cultivators burst into the clearing, led by Kael Draven himself. Cloak billowing, expression cold as steel.
“This is the only path forward,” Draven said. “Let him hide. The mountains’ dangers will either kill him—or drive him straight to us.”
Deep in the ancient forest, Kaelen moved with purpose. Canopy swallowed the light. White robes glimmered like snow. Rusted sword on his back. Wind-Thunder Bow humming in his hand.
No turning back. Behind him: hunters. Ahead: traps. Within: untamed Vyrecrest Mountains—deadly secrets, endless opportunities.
“They won’t follow me in,” he murmured. “Not even Kael Draven has the courage.”
The divine golden pill pulsed in his mind—a beacon of unimaginable power. Heightened senses, sharpened reflexes, awareness beyond human limits. Energy in trees, distant footsteps, the scent of blood… all detectable.
Even awe could not stop him. Swamps gurgled, trees bled poison, carnivorous flowers twitched, beasts the size of carriages slumbered. Yet Kaelen pressed on.
Until—
Boom!
A distant explosion shattered the quiet. Kaelen paused, eyes flicking toward the sound.
A massive gorge yawned below. A three-headed python slithered within, each head longer than a warhorse, violet scales shimmering, tongues flickering like fire whips. Martial artists fought desperately. Steel clashed. Screams echoed. Blood soaked the soil.
“Venomous Berserker Python,” Kaelen breathed. “No wonder the energy spike was intense. Spirit Martial Realm… maybe higher.”
Amid the chaos, a young woman stood calm, silver-armored guards at her side. Raven-black hair, a silver crystal on her brow, glowing faintly.
Seraphina Valemir. Ninth Princess.
Her guards fought to the last breath. One fell beneath the python’s coils. She remained composed, serene.
Whoosh!
A golden arrow streaked through the air, piercing one python’s head. ROAR! The beast shrieked, thrashing violently.
Kaelen leapt into the gorge, scooped Seraphina into his arms, and sprinted with the Wind-Thunder Bow ready.
“You… who are you?” she whispered, astonishment wide in her eyes.
He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. At that moment, he was everything—guardian, hero, legend carved from moonlight and thunder.
Deep in the Vyrecrest Mountains, amid the chaos of beasts and men, a new tale began.
The legend of Kaelen Viremont… had only just begun.
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Chapter 242: Longing
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Chapter 241: Uproot the Grass and Eliminate the Roots
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Chapter 240: Try Touching Him If You Dare
“You…!”Zephiron Glacien’s face went pale in an instant.The man standing before him looked barely thirty. White robes fluttered gently in the wind, and his expression was calm—almost indifferent.But Zephiron knew better.Liethan wasn’t young. Not really.They were from the same generation, nearly the same age—both closing in on fifty. Back in the day, they had been two of the most brilliant prodigies of their era. Now, though… their paths had diverged. And today, they stood on opposite sides of a battlefield that could swallow men whole.Zephiron’s eyes narrowed slowly. A cold light flickered deep within them as he fixed his gaze on the white-robed swordsman.“Step aside,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a deadly edge.“That brat—Kaelen Viremont—killed my son. Today, I take his life. No one can stop me.”The air seemed to freeze. Onlookers instinctively stepped back, sensing the raw killing intent beneath Zephiron’s restrained tone.Liethan didn’t move. Not an inch.The gentle
Chapter 239: A Sword Across a Thousand Miles
“Ah—!”A sharp cry ripped through the air as Kaelen Viremont’s body suddenly shook, hard enough that it looked like he might collapse at any second.Pain flooded him. Not the dull kind either—the kind that comes in relentless waves, one after another, like the ocean slamming against jagged cliffs. It crushed into his bones, twisted through his muscles, and squeezed the air straight out of his lungs. For a moment—just a moment—he genuinely thought his body might crumble apart like dry sand.It was unbearable.The invisible pressure bearing down on him carried a frightening weight. It felt less like an attack and more like the heavens themselves had dropped an unseen mountain right on top of his shoulders.His knees trembled.Almost buckled.But he didn’t fall.Kaelen forced himself upright, every muscle screaming in protest. His face was twisted in pain, yet the fire in his eyes refused to die.“Zephiron Glacien!”His voice burst out like thunder, rough and strained but blazing with fu
Chapter 238: Perfectly Justified
Buzz!The air itself seemed to tear apart. A terrifying, colossal aura descended, as a curtain of divine might draped across the earth. The ground trembled. Every cultivator scattered across the battlefield sucked in a sharp breath, disbelief freezing their bones.Zephiron Glacien.A peerless overlord, transcending even the Divine Ability Realm.He had arrived.Thud!Thud!Not just sounds. Each thud was a pulse of raw power, a shockwave that pressed on hearts, minds, and souls alike. Disciples who had dared to stand tall moments ago now crumpled to their knees, pale faces shaking under the weight of sheer, divine presence.No one—no one—could have imagined the sheer magnitude of Zephiron Glacien’s cultivation. From the distant territories of the Zephiron Bing Tribe, beyond the edge of the Great Wasteland, he had sensed his son’s death. Rage consumed him. And in the blink of an eye, he crossed immeasurable space to arrive here.“This… this is bad!” Kaelen Viremont’s eyes widened. His b
Chapter 237: Run Quickly
Mentor Kaelric’s voice wasn’t just loud—it was sharp, heavy, threatening. It rolled over the battlefield like distant thunder before a storm, the kind that makes your stomach tighten even before the rain starts.And yet… the figure standing across from Kaelen Viremont didn’t so much as twitch.Under that black robe stood the Innate Dao Embryo. Silent. Still. No breath. No blinking. No fear. Honestly, it looked less like a person and more like something carved out of an ancient mountain and told to stand there forever.It wasn’t alive.It was a vessel. Nothing more.“Go.”Kaelen said it softly. Almost lazily, like he was telling someone to close a door.But the moment that word left his lips, something shifted. His soul surged outward, thin and sharp as a blade. A connection locked into place.The Innate Dao Embryo moved.No hesitation. No measuring the distance. It simply stepped forward.The ground cracked under its first step.Inside that stone body was the strength of dozens of anc
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