Chapter One: The Quiet Heart
Ancient Chu Kingdom, Liu Town.
Yang Family Martial Arts School.
“Bang!”
A figure was sent flying backward, tumbling like a bouncing ball several times before hitting the ground and struggling briefly, then suddenly spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
“A challenger to the school couldn’t even withstand ten moves!”
“Senior Brother Chen’s boxing technique… has reached the pinnacle.”
“In the martial arts circles of Liu Town, besides Master Yang, no one can contend with Senior Brother Chen.”
“...”
A crowd of disciples from the school stood agape, erupting into intense discussions as they witnessed the scene.
The defeated challenger was named Pei Qing, a top expert from another martial arts school in Liu Town, renowned and firmly ranked among the town’s top five fighters!
But today, he had encountered—
All the disciples’ admiring gazes turned to another upright young figure standing in the arena.
Chen Xuan!
Three years ago, Chen Xuan arrived alone in Liu Town, and on a snowy night, he was accepted into the Yang Family Martial Arts School.
No one expected that the very next day, with only half a day’s practice of a new basic boxing set, he would face off and decisively defeat an official disciple of the school…
Master Yang, a practitioner of traditional martial arts, was astonished and excitedly declared,
“This is a prodigy truly devoted to the path of martial arts!”
“Master Pei, I yield to you.”
In the center of the ring, the young man with a heroic bearing withdrew his naturally perfect fighting stance, exhaled softly, then smiled gently as he helped the fallen Pei Qing to his feet.
“Chen Xuan, I’ve lost…”
Pei Qing’s body still trembled, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he stared at the young man before him. Then, with a voice that was part laughter, part tears, he shouted loudly:
“From now on in Liu Town, the fledgling phoenix will surpass the old! No martial artist can bypass you anymore!!!”
With a tone full of melancholy, the veteran martial artist mustered his last strength to shake off Chen Xuan’s hand, then staggered out the door, supported by disciples, leaving with an utterly desolate figure behind.
“...”
Chen Xuan watched the old warrior leave, tilting his head slightly with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Out of respect for the martial way, he had fought with full effort during the match—only during the final decisive punch did he hold back about thirty percent of his power.
Yet, it seemed he still struck a certain despair deep within Pei Qing’s heart.
“Senior Brother Chen, when will any of us be as formidable as you?”
The young disciples of the school asked with hopeful expressions. Among them, a delicate fourteen- or fifteen-year-old junior sister’s eyes sparkled with admiration, barely able to contain her reverence.
Chen Xuan pondered for a moment and replied with a smile:
“First, master the basic boxing techniques, practicing them one hundred thousand times.”
“Eek…”
A chill ran through everyone’s hearts; they scratched their heads in helplessness, faces full of reluctance.
One hundred thousand times…
But among them, some of the older, more resolute disciples felt a surge of ambition rise within.
Because over these three years, they had witnessed it firsthand—
Through spring breezes and summer heat, autumn harvests and winter snows, Senior Brother Chen had never ceased practicing his boxing. He had truly practiced this set of punches no less than one hundred thousand times!
Sincerity in martial arts.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Watching his brothers and sisters train with renewed vigor, Chen Xuan’s face softened into a gentle smile.
But soon after, this light-hearted mood vanished without a trace.
“Yet, even if you practice one hundred thousand times, no matter how advanced your boxing is, it ultimately means nothing.”
“Martial arts are for mortals; cultivating Qi is for immortals.”
“There really are immortals in this world…”
Chen Xuan looked up at the canopy of the sky.
In his raised eyes, an awe-inspiring, transcendent vision immediately reflected back.
Lightning roiled within dark clouds; countless bronze chains stretched across the heavens. Ancient beings extended hands as vast as mountains from the clouds, dragging a crimson-gold sun with vertical pupils from all directions. The chains squeezed out golden blood at scorching temperatures…
It was as if he could hear the mournful roars of primordial beasts—ancient and compassionate.
—The Eye of the Candle Dragon.
Legend has it that ancient immortal sages of the past had flattened the mountains and seas, ultimately gouging out the eye of the supreme mountain god, fastening it high in the heavens, thus dividing day and night…
“It’s not just a legend…”
Chen Xuan murmured to himself. Every time he witnessed this maddening spectacle over the past three years, a shiver would involuntarily run through him.
Yet, after all,
Only he could see this scene.
This was a unique ability he gained upon transmigration—[Heart Meditation].
One eye that could glimpse bizarre phenomena invisible to others, incredibly mysterious.
But it was of no practical use.
Chen Xuan had gained no assistance from it. Perhaps it was because he had yet to encounter other strange events.
However, he knew the moment of reckoning was approaching.
……
Afternoon.
Yang Qingshan, Liu Town’s top martial artist and Master of the Yang Family Martial Arts School, returned dust-covered and weary.
“That boastful old Pei Qing took advantage of my absence to cause trouble. Good thing I left you here to hold down the school.”
Yang Qingshan sneered, then stood aside to watch Chen Xuan’s focused boxing. Each punch and form was so precise and graceful it brought joy to the eye, hinting at a return to the primal essence of the art, earning him continual nods of approval.
“Master Yang, Pei Qing has been suppressed by you for decades in Liu Town.”
Chen Xuan chuckled, withdrawing his stance, then looked up expectantly: “Has the important figure from Qinglu Mountain passed through Liu Town yet today?”
Qinglu Mountain.
An ancient sect of the Ancient Chu Kingdom, home to warriors, demons, and immortals…
Every twenty years,
A great figure from Qinglu Mountain would pass through Liu Town on their way to the Southern Wilderness Mountains.
“I left Wang Chan and the others waiting outside the town.”
Yang Qingshan nodded, continuing, “Among the disciples of our school, your talent is the greatest. Wang Chan and the others don’t compare to you… If Qinglu Mountain decides to accept disciples in Liu Town, that person will certainly be you.”
Yang Qingshan harbored a heart for nurturing talent.
In his youth, he too was a martial prodigy who left all others far behind in Liu Town, but he was never recognized by Qinglu Mountain, a lifelong regret.
Now, with such an excellent disciple in the school, he would do everything to fight for the opportunity.
“Thank you for your care, Master Yang. If I can join Qinglu Mountain to cultivate Qi, I will surely repay generously in the future.”
Three years ago, he had crossed hundreds of miles of mountains and marshes alone to come to Liu Town and practice martial arts, all waiting for this chance.
“There’s no need for many words between us… My little girl has a fondness for you. If this doesn’t work out, you’ll have to marry into my family.”
Yang Qingshan smiled contentedly, then pointed to the courtyard where a distracted, frequently glancing, delicate young girl was quietly practicing.
“...”
Chen Xuan glanced at the slender, graceful junior sister in the distance.
His heart remained unmoved.
They then exchanged some insights on martial arts.
“The younger generation surpasses the old. If you train for three more years, I will gladly admit defeat.”
Yang Qingshan said repeatedly with emotion. Chen Xuan’s performance that morning had pushed his martial skill yet another step forward. Such extraordinary talent even astonished him.
Just then,
Suddenly, a martial artist rushed hurriedly into the school, shouting as he ran:
“Master Yang, Senior Brother Chen, bad news! Something serious has happened!”
“Why panic? Control your arrogance and impatience!”
Yang Qingshan barked angrily, grabbing the man’s arm and lifting him up like a chick, then asked:
“Has the Qi cultivator from Qinglu Mountain arrived?”
Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze tinged with a faint anticipation.
“Yes, those great figures have come.”
The man gasped for breath, anxiously explaining: “They’re currently drinking at an inn in town… They have chosen Junior Brother Wang Chan, declaring him an unparalleled genius of all time!”
Wang Chan?
Chen Xuan was shocked. A disciple from the school had actually been chosen?
“This is excellent news! But what kind of unparalleled genius is Wang Chan? That foolish boy was selected?”
Yang Qingshan’s joy showed on his face as he turned to Chen Xuan excitedly: “Your chance is sure to come. Come, let’s go to the inn to meet the people from Qinglu Mountain.”
“All right.”
Chen Xuan suppressed the faint excitement in his heart and prepared to set out.
“No!”
The martial artist immediately grew tense, spreading his arms to block him: “Senior Brother Chen cannot go…”
Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow: “Why not?”
The disciple stammered: “It’s Wang Chan. We don’t know what he did… Qinglu Mountain is furious, saying Senior Brother Chen’s character is vile. It would be better if you didn’t meet. But if you do meet, they say you would take justice into your own hands and beat him to death with a single punch…”
“Wang Chan? When did I offend him?”
Chen Xuan was stunned, his mind racing. Recalling his recent interactions with Wang Chan, he grew even more puzzled: “Three days ago, I even taught him two sets of boxing techniques.”
This unexpected situation was too sudden and strange, leaving him baffled.
“There must be hidden reasons!”
Yang Qingshan’s fierce eyes glared sharply as he decisively told Chen Xuan: “I’ve dealt with Qinglu Mountain before and have some influence there. I’ll go explain for you. Wait for my news here in the school.”
Chen Xuan could only clasp his fists in thanks: “Thank you, Master Yang.”
……
Evening, as dusk fell.
The atmosphere in the martial arts school was heavy. The disciples were all resentful, secretly glancing at the solitary figure standing under the eaves.
Fourteen- or fifteen-year-old junior sister Yang, her cheeks flushed with anger, nearly in tears, exclaimed:
“Senior Brother Chen’s character is vile? Betraying his teachers and ancestors… Wang Chan is truly heartless! Slandering Senior Brother Chen and ruining his reputation, how hateful!”
Chen Xuan looked up, gazing into the darkening sky, lost in thought, his mood growing heavier.
“Has Wang Chan gone mad…”
At that moment, from afar, Yang Qingshan’s heavily intoxicated figure staggered into the school, his strong smell of alcohol invading the air.
“Master Yang, about this matter…”
Chen Xuan immediately stepped out from beneath the eaves to meet him.
Yang Qingshan stopped, his gaze complex as he looked at Chen Xuan, then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he beckoned:
“Chen Xuan, come here. I have something to tell you…”
From afar, the disciples saw Senior Brother Chen approach the kindly looking Master Yang without any guard.
Then, an utterly unexpected, shocking scene unfolded.
Junior sister Yang covered her mouth in horror and cried out.
“Bang!”
Chen Xuan was blasted backward like a cannonball, spitting blood, crashing through the wooden door several yards away, and falling into the dark room inside.
The air filled with bloodlust.
“Chen Xuan!”
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