Small Potato

In a land shrouded in mystical aura, where the very air tingles with the power of cultivation, a lone figure walks down a desolate road. Li Wuji, a hunter from the small town of Blue Carp County, finds himself lost in the vast wilderness of the Qianlong Province. He has been on a journey for weeks, driven by a burning desire for revenge against those who wrongfully imprisoned him in the dreaded Black Temple. As he wanders aimlessly, Li Wuji is drawn into a world of intrigue and danger. He soon discovers that his freedom is short-lived as the Six Sects, the most powerful and feared groups of cultivators on the continent, have set their sights on him. They are after a priceless treasure that he possesses, and will stop at nothing to get it. In his quest for revenge, Li Wuji journeys through the most treacherous places in the land. From the Sunken City, where the souls of the lost haunt the murky waters, to the Twilight Plains, where the shadows come alive and dance in the moonlight. He braves the Shadowy Forest, where the trees whisper secrets and the creatures lurking within are more than mere beasts. He crosses the vast expanse of the Pearl Lake, where the tranquil surface hides a deep and ancient magic. Along the way, Li Wuji encounters fierce creatures like Golden Lion and the Emerald Dragon, and mystic beings like the Moon Bear and the Shadow Lynx. He also meets other sects, some of which offer their aid, while others seek to hinder his progress. As he travels, Li Wuji's story will be whispered among the cultivators and ordinary folk alike. His name evokes a either sense of praise or disgust, for he is the hunter who dared to challenge the Six Sects

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.