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The Black Robe and Boots – Part II.
Rong Tian’s expression changed, clearly showing the relief that had suddenly come over him like cool water in desert heat. The cave represented safety in this cursed place."I'll take shelter in that cave," he muttered, his steps now hurried toward the cave with purpose. It seemed to be his only hope for protection from the wild beasts lurking in the darkness of the night.However, when he stood at the base of the rugged, steep rocks, Rong Tian's heart sank with crushing disappointment. The cave was too high to reach, perched at least ten meters above the ground.He was not an immortal cultivator with extraordinary strength that could defy natural laws. His dantian remained shattered, leaving him with only mortal capabilities.His weak physique made him hesitate, even to approach the cave entrance that mocked him from above. Despair once again overwhelmed his heart like rising flood waters. However, at that moment, an idea suddenly came to mind with the clarity of lightning."If the b
The Black Robe and Boots – Part I.
It turned out that to open the small coffin, Rong Tian did not need great strength or special skills. The ancient wood responded to his touch like it had been waiting centuries for the right person to find it."I hope this works," he murmured softly, pressing the panel button on the coffin with care. His fingers traced the intricate carvings that decorated the surface, each line telling stories of forgotten masters. A 'click' sound echoed as the mechanism inside moved, signaling that the coffin was ready to open.As the lid lifted, a thick, ancient aura, combined with the musty scent of something very old, immediately filled the air. The smell carried traces of sandalwood and something metallic that spoke of power long dormant.Rong Tian took a deep breath, feeling how old the object was, his lungs filling with air that seemed to carry whispers of the past. He lifted the lid with a swift motion, as if afraid that the wrong movement might damage the valuable item inside.Dim light illu
The Discovery of the Legacy – Part II
"They must know how painful it is when the shattered energy cores in this body return with even greater power!" Rong Tian thought, clenching his teeth until his jaw ached. The desire for vengeance burned in his chest like molten iron, giving him strength when his body had none left.Fortunately, Rong Tian still kept a hidden storage pouch behind his large, loose scholar's robe. The fabric was torn and stained with blood, but the pouch remained intact, protected by the thick folds of cloth.Though simple, the pouch was capable of holding various necessary items including food that could sustain life. Inside were several boiled sweet potatoes prepared by his father with loving hands that had known years of labor.As the son of a carriage driver living in poverty, he had no money when he took the national exam to become an official. All he had was what his father had prepared for him, simple fare that spoke of a family's sacrifice for their son's dreams."Take these boiled sweet potatoes
The Discovery of the Legacy – Part I
Rong Tian fell onto a thick mound of sand at the bottom of the Abyss of Suffering, his body creating a deep impression in the shifting dunes. The sand was cold against his torn robes, each grain feeling like tiny needles against his bruised skin.This was an unexpected stroke of luck, as the sand pile had saved him from certain death, or at least from fatal fractures. The desert wind howled above the cliff edges, carrying with it the scent of ancient bones buried beneath countless layers of time.However, the sharp pain in his stomach quickly reminded him that he was still trapped in endless suffering. His dantian throbbed with agony where his cultivation core had been shattered, the spiritual pathways torn like silk threads ripped by cruel hands.With his body covered in wounds that painted crimson patterns across his scholarly attire, he crawled weakly, trying to gather the last remnants of his strength. The moonlight cast eerie shadows across the sandy floor, illuminating the despe
The Hadarac Desert – Part III.
The scarred man laughed harshly, the sound echoing off the cliff walls like thunder in an empty canyon. His damaged face twisted with sadistic pleasure as he prepared to deliver the final blow. "Why did you only think of begging for mercy now? You're too late!" He slapped Rong Tian's cheek hard, causing the boy's vision to go dark for a moment as stars exploded behind his swollen eyes.Though his body was shattered and his soul crushed, when he was dragged to the edge of the cliff, ready to be thrown down, not a single tear fell. His spirit remained unbroken like a sword that bends but will not shatter under the greatest pressure."Master... Don't throw me into the hell below," pleaded Rong Tian with what remained of his dignity. He should have been crying, but he didn't, his scholar's pride refusing to grant them that final satisfaction.Those men in black were no strangers to evil, their hearts hardened by countless acts of cruelty. They had thrown countless enemies into the Abyss o
The Hadarac Desert – Part II.
The man with the scarred face fell silent for a moment, then nodded slowly like a blade being sheathed. The leader continued, his words carrying the finality of a death sentence. "Just wait and see. Once we arrive at the Hadarac Desert, starving wolves will be waiting. His chances of survival are only one percent. The rest? A gruesome death that will feed the vultures for days."Rong Tian shivered at the conversation, goosebumps rising on his bruised skin. The desert wind carried whispers of those who had perished before him, their spirits trapped in endless sand.His heart raced with fear, but his resolve remained unwavering like bamboo bending but never breaking. He knew the Hadarac Desert was a brutal place where hope went to die, but he also knew that only by surviving could he one day avenge everything that had been done to him.The driver of the cart laughed loudly, adding fuel to their cruelty. His weathered hands gripped the reins with practiced ease, having driven this route
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