How to build a Sect?

[Pind_Ala]

It is nighttime, and the vast majority of the people inside the dojo are deep in their slumber.

Elisi was lying flat on her bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Desperately trying to sleep, but her head was full of chaotic, random thoughts.

Stupid Master, scolding me again today. He should be grateful for all that I have done! Well, at least we will not be getting entangled with any Empire officials this time around... not anytime soon, anyway. That is something good, I think. Still, it's been a while since I visited home. I should definitely make a trip tomorrow morning...

Her racing thoughts eventually slowed, and she fell into a deep, peaceful slumber.

Next Morning

Elisi was just about to leave the dojo for her home when she suddenly spotted Zani walking through the main hall.

"Good morning, Master. You woke up quite early today," Elisi called out, jogging over. "Is there some special occasion?"

"Nothing special," Zani replied casually. "I just felt like taking a walk a little earlier nowadays, since the days are becoming much hotter. Where are you heading, Elisi?"

"I am going back home for a bit to meet my parents."

"Good. Say hello to Hunter Teer for me."

"Will do! Goodbye, Master!"

"Goodbye."

Bidding him farewell, Elisi stepped out through the Main gates. Walking down the dirt road with small, leisurely steps, not in any hurry to get back at all.

Ten Minutes Later

The very moment Elisi stepped into her family's courtyard, a loud, cheerful voice rang out.

"Mother! Sister has come to visit!"

Her younger brother called out toward the house before running directly into her embrace. "I missed you!"

Elisi smiled warmly and lovingly patted his head. "I just visited three days ago. Why are you being so emotional? Aren't you grown up yet?"

As if suddenly remembering something crucial, her brother hurriedly pulled away. Took a proud, rigid stance, as if trying to appear mature. "Yes, I am completely grown up now!"

"Elisi, stop teasing your brother..."

Her mother walked out of the house, wiping her hands on her apron, and pulled her daughter into a tight, loving hug. "You came at the perfect time. I was just preparing fritters inside."

After letting her daughter go, she immediately started examining her up and down with a deeply worried expression. "You look much thinner than before. You must be struggling living in that dojo. I have told you many times to just come home daily instead."

"Mom..." Elisi sighed, her shoulders slumping.

"Okay, okay. I will not start with that topic again," her mother relented quickly. "Just come inside and help me in the kitchen."

The young boy watched from the side, completely forgotten by the two women. But he is far too cheerful to take offense at such things. Instead, he happily ran after them to try and help. Although he usually cares more about playing outside, working is always fun when his elder sister is around.

Meanwhile, on the Other Side of the Village

Zani, while taking his daily morning tour, stopped to see how the construction of the underground cave was progressing.

The digging had taken significantly more time than he initially anticipated. If he had not requested his own disciples to pitch in and help with the manual labor, it might have easily added an extra month to the construction timeline. From the current visible progress, it will take at least half a month more to complete.

Zani nodded to himself in quiet satisfaction as he watched the hired workers diligently carving the stone, maintaining their pace even without anyone keeping an eye on them.

"Master Zani, what a coincidence."

"Oh, Chief Sythe. It has been a long time. How have you been?" Zani greeted warmly, turning to face the man. The Chief was still as bulky and imposing as ever. They had briefly met half a month ago during the Pavilion's grand opening, so bumping into each other out here was indeed a rare coincidence.

The two men shook hands and started chatting leisurely about the recent happenings in the area.

With the massive improvements around the village driven by the dojo, and the abundant need for continuous manpower, the local population is rapidly increasing. However, per Zani's request, the Chief has not allocated any residential land leading toward the mountains to anyone else. That exclusive corner now belongs entirely to the Iron Core Dojo.

After some more casual conversation, the Chief finally stated his true purpose for finding him.

"Master Zani, I actually have a small request."

"Please tell me, Chief. If it is within my power, I will definitely help."

"Well... looking at how the dojo recently acquired a waterfall and is now even building an underground cave, I must ask," Sythe began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Master Zani, you must possess a 2nd Stage, Blood Exchange breathing manual, right?"

Zani did not speak. He simply maintained a calm silence at this somewhat direct question, neither agreeing with the man nor denying his bold claim.

Meanwhile, Chief Sythe's face turned slightly red. He distinctly remembered the day this young man had walked into his office to purchase the ruined training ground. Now, barely a year later, they are not even worthy of talking as equals. Sythe could only humbly make a request; accepting it was entirely up to the other party.

"Well, Master Zani. You see, I have been stuck at the peak of the 1st Stage for far too long now," Sythe explained, his tone earnest. "I only ask that if you are ever going to open the 2nd Stage breathing manual to the public, I wish to be a paying disciple to learn it. It is just that the queue for your dojo registration is incredibly long nowadays. So, please... keep a seat for me when the time comes."

I thought this shameless man was going to ask for the manual outright, Zani thought, inwardly relieved. But this much is very reasonable. After all, the Chief's help during the tournaments cannot be denied.

"Of course, you can register anytime, Chief Sythe," Zani finally replied with a gracious smile. "In fact, you could have just walked in today, and I would have thought of a way to accommodate you."

"Hahaha! Surely you jest, Master Zani," Sythe laughed loudly, waving his hand. "You are a busy man. How could I casually disturb you? Hahaha!"

The two talked for a few more minutes before respectfully parting ways.

Back at Elisi's Home

Half an hour had passed, and Hunter Teer had also returned home. Currently, the family of four was sitting happily around the table, drinking hot tea and eating snacks.

"Our little Elisi has become such a responsible, capable person," Teer praised warmly, looking at his daughter with immense pride. "Many of your uncles in the market have told me that you handle the dojo's commerce very well. They say you are no worse than Master Zani himself!"

"Oh, stop praising me, Father. I am not that impressive. Hehehe," Elisi replied humbly, though a bright, cheeky smile betrayed her joy.

Her little brother watched from the side with sparkling eyes.

Sister is so impressive. I want to be just as cool as her! the boy thought, shifting excitedly in his seat.

"Sister Elisi?"

"Hmm?"

"When will I be able to join the Iron Core Dojo?"

Hunter Teer's expression instantly stiffened upon hearing the question. This specific topic had been sensitive lately.

Back when Teer was originally going to enroll his son using the guaranteed admission favor he received as a partnered hunter, Elisi had firmly stopped him. She had confidently promised that she would personally make her brother an inner disciple, just like her. But recently, whenever asked about the progress, she would merely shake her head. Because of this awkward tension, she had also reduced her visits home.

"Little brother, I honestly think the Iron Core Dojo is not suitable for you. The internal competition is simply too fierce." Elisi, unlike before, did not dodge the topic. She spoke directly, looking at her parents to ensure they understood the gravity of her words. "Disciples fight brutally every single day to prove who is more powerful. Sometimes... it even gets bloody."

Just as she predicted, her mother looked horrified and immediately clung to her young son, while her father's brows furrowed deeply in worry.

"Although I can easily avoid all of that because of my best friend Leo, I cannot guarantee she would be willing to step in and protect you too," Elisi added smoothly, driving the point home.

Saying so, she slowly puffed out her chest with pride, crossing her arms and flashing a distinctly smug smile.

"But worry not! Your eldest sister is awesome. I talked privately with Master Zani, and he helped me arrange something much better. Here..."

CLINK.

A heavy, finely crafted token dropped onto the wooden table.

"Governor Salam is currently recruiting new personnel," Elisi explained proudly. "Using this token, you can directly register for the prestigious Guard-in-Training program that is about to begin. Work hard, and one day our family might even be able to relocate to Warrior City!"

"Elisi... how in the heavens did you get something like this?" Hunter Teer gasped, reverently picking up the token. It was beautifully crafted, but the weight and immense opportunity it carried were vastly greater.

Leaving the house an hour later, Elisi walked down the bustling dirt road, feeling a sharp twinge of guilt in her chest.

My dear brother, it is for the betterment of this entire continent that you must walk a difficult path, Elisi thought, looking back toward her home one last time. Please forgive me for being selfish.

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[Don't get confused in timeline, it's been a month from elections and half a month from the Pavilion's grand opening]

[Question: How do you find Elisi's character up to this point?

A. Cheerful and vibrant
B. Gluttonous and food-loving
C. Mischievous and bratty
D. Responsible and capable]

[Author Note: To those who are confused because of Elisi, here is some shot note on that:

Elisi, She was like this from start.
If you think carefully over the events, you get to realize that.
How she was the only one to join gym at start with delayed payment.
Than she was the first one to point toward Das and hint him as being instructor, meaning she already know about Leo from start. and some more things...]

Read next 10 chapters right now, [/p@treon/unpaid13]

 

[Pind_Ala]

Ten days later.

Inside the dining hall, Zani hummed in deep satisfaction. "Well done, Ethan. To thoroughly learn the business philosophy I taught you and draft such a comprehensive expansion plan... very good."

Zani was not stingy with his praises. He was genuinely impressed by the boy.

Is this perhaps his true hidden talent? Something that even the Talent Evaluation Eye cannot detect? Zani thought.

Sitting across the table, Ethan looked slightly embarrassed at the open praise. A few pages of text lay scattered between them, detailing Ethan's proposal for opening a third floor in the newly built Iron Core Pavilion.

"The idea is very well thought out," Zani encouraged smoothly. "It just has a few minor pitfalls that we need to address and improve upon."

Although Zani already had an almost identical expansion plan fully formulated on paper, it did not matter. He could use this moment to teach and encourage a sharp thinker like Ethan, who also happened to memorize vast amounts of information far better than he did.

"Come, sit closer. Let us work on this together," Zani gestured, pulling a chair near him.

They talked and refined the idea for an hour before Zani finally stood up to excuse himself.

"Master Zani, could I request something?" Ethan asked suddenly, looking a little agitated, as if he had just remembered something.

"Yes?"

"It is regarding Kai, the new inner disciple. I want to ask if you could allow him to read the 'All Metal encyclopedia'." Ethan spoke rapidly, pleading his friend's case. "Since he is a self-taught smith whose only references are some fragmented family records, his forging progress has completely halted lately. That is why he requested you for the opportunity to meet the renowned grandmaster smiths when he joined, all in hopes of finding a breakthrough. "

"So, I was thinking... if he can deepen his foundational knowledge about metals, it will greatly help him. At the very least, it would improve his current mood."

Perhaps this is a simple favor between friends, Zani mused, noting the boy's earnestness. Although this new disciple's background was not entirely confirmed yet, Ethan is his trusted logistics manager. Since he is personally guaranteeing him, Zani decided to allow it.

"Okay. He can fetch the book from my room," Zani nodded. "But tell him he has only two hours of reading time daily."

"Thank you, Master!"

Zani nodded again and calmly left the table.

Time passed smoothly without any major happenings. It was now the tenth day of the final summer month.

Zani was leisurely walking around the sprawling area specifically prepared for the Earth Sword Elks.

Governor Salam still has not sent any message back, Zani thought, sighing softly. I can only hope he has not completely forgotten the matter I entrusted to him.

To ensure the Elks would feel at home and be easier to domesticate, Zani had reshaped eight out of his forty fields. He had even hired laborers to transplant an entire small forest of nut trees just to perfectly replicate their natural habitat.

Haa... in this world, the cheapest commodity is mortal labor, Zani thought, observing the vast artificial scenery his silver had rapidly created.

He smiled and continued his walk.

Nowadays, he feels incredibly relaxed. Ever since the massive first-month income from the Iron Core Pavilion rolled in, he had completely let go of his financial worries. He no longer needs to constantly scheme or plan for more silver.

Although he had reinvested half of those profits into small dojo upgrades, such as expanding the perimeter and adding a proper meeting hall, the treasury remains exceptionally healthy.

Three more days passed.

【Ding~】

【Quest: Build an underground cave big enough to accommodate 10 people】

【Status: Completed】

【Rewards: 20 Exp and Blood Exchange Realm Breathing Manual】

【Sect Exp: 80/100】

【The Celestial Stag – Top-Grade Blood Exchange Realm Breathing Manual】

【Summary: This profound manual is divided into four stages, each representing a grade from Low to Top.

Awakened Pulse: The heart successfully generates fresh, vigorous blood to replace the old. However, the cleansing process is imperfect, and some impurities still remain within the bloodstream.

Purified Velvet: The blood is completely cleansed of all impurities. At this stage, the core benefits of the Blood Exchange are realized: the practitioner's body becomes highly vigorous, and they gain immunity to most common poisons.

Stag's Command: Upon reaching perfection in this stage, the blood quality experiences another slight increase. The practitioner also unlocks a new feature: active control over their blood flow, allowing them to consciously seal minor wounds and instantly stop bleeding.

Sovereign Blood: The practitioner gains high-level control over their bloodstream, allowing them to actively weaponize their blood to fight off any harmful foreign substances that enter the body. This better blood quality ensures they retain their peak physical power even into extreme old age. Additionally, it eases the severe physical burden of practicing certain rare martial arts (though this specific benefit is barely visible in already talented individuals).】

Zani was enjoying a hearty lunch when a junior disciple hurried in to inform him that the construction leader had arrived to speak with him.

Looking at the floating translucent interface, Zani already knew why the man was here. But he did not rush. He patiently continued to eat his meal, instructing the disciple to politely entertain the guest in the meantime.

An hour later, Zani finally finished meticulously inspecting the newly completed underground cave. It is built exceedingly well. It features a single hidden entrance with heavy stone stairs leading deep underground. At the bottom, fifteen individual rooms perfectly surround a small, circular central hall.

"You have done quite well," Zani praised, nodding in approval.

"Hehe, I am deeply honored that you like it, Master Zani," the construction leader laughed awkwardly, wiping sweat from his neck. After all, he had originally promised to complete the cave at the start of the month, but the scorching summer heat had made working during the noon hours exceptionally brutal.

Following respectfully behind Zani, the leader moved toward the exit. Currently, he felt a heavy mix of relief at the success and deep worry about his future.

Will Master Zani ever hire my team again? he fretted. He already has three different construction teams working for him across the village.

"I already have a new project ready for you," Zani stated casually as if he has read his mind while stepping out into the bright sunlight. "Come find me after enjoying a few days of rest."

A massive smile instantly exploded across the leader's face. "Yes, Master Zani!"

He walked away with newfound, swelling confidence. Now, he could proudly boast among his subordinates. Thinking about the prosperous days ahead... I think it is finally time I bring my family to Big Wheat Village and officially relocate, the man thought gleefully.

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[Question: Do you think Zani is slowly growing as a sect master?

A. yes
B. no
C. A little bit
D. I would have done a better job.]

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[Pind_Ala]

Next Day.

The scale of the dojo's expansion plan was increased.

It will now cover the newly built underground cave and the five old houses within the outer boundary. After all that, the dojo grounds will have a main gate and a boundary wall connecting to the main road, while the remaining two sides will face the Pavilion venue and the beast pens. The new blueprints will perfectly encompass all of this within a single, massive perimeter.

Simultaneously, the blueprints for the Iron Core Pavilion's third floor were finalized. The workers will begin construction immediately after their break.

Inside the Pavilion, Zani and Ethan were holding a business meeting with Roasty, the partner. Two small booklets lay on the wooden table between them.

"This expansion plan really is excellent," Roasty praised, tapping the table. "But, may I ask, Master Zani... where exactly did you acquire these booklets on herbs and metals?"

These books contain exhaustive knowledge of all the common herbs and metals available in their region, meticulously compiled by Ethan using the dojo's encyclopedias.

Zani took his time, taking a slow sip of tea before answering calmly. "You can say it was a gift from an elder I know, Brother Roasty."

"Oh? I truly hope I can find such a generous friend one day. Hahahaha," Roasty laughed dryly, giving a sarcastic remark. He clearly did not buy the excuse, but knowing the rules of the martial world, he did not probe further.

Shifting the topic, he pointed at Ethan. "So, little Ethan will be managing this new commercial enterprise? And we are opening it on the second floor, while shifting all the blacksmiths' work to the top floor?"

"Yes. At least for the first month, until we can train new personnel to take over," Zani nodded smoothly.

"I have no problem with that. Just make sure the specific herbs my staff needs for cooking are not sold off without confirming with me first."

After discussing profits and logistics a bit longer, the meeting peacefully concluded.

Exiting the Iron Core Pavilion, Zani asked Ethan to lead him to the Forging Union site next door, which was still under construction.

"How much longer will it take to complete?" Zani asked, surveying the bustling area.

"It will take at least another month..." Ethan replied, flipping through his ledgers.

"A month?" Zani frowned, his gaze landing on the two construction leaders. Currently, two entire teams are working simultaneously on this site. It should not be taking this long.

"Master, the prices of raw materials are rapidly increasing," Ethan noted from the side. "If the reports written here are accurate and they continuously demand a higher supply of materials, I am afraid you will have to hold back on your other plans for now."

Hearing this, Zani called for an immediate meeting with the construction leaders right there on the site, something he very rarely does, although he daily comes for light inspection during morning walk. He never has extra time to held meetings or even ask questions.

"Well, Master Zani... the plans changed a little!" one of the construction leaders explained nervously.

"Again?" Zani massaged his temples. He was beginning to realize that allowing a bunch of fanatical blacksmiths to design their own building was a terrible decision.

The damned structure, which they are now proudly calling the 'Forging Union Tower', is already projected to be vastly larger than the Pavilion. Looking at the revised blueprints, it will stand five stories tall and even feature a massive underground basement! If it were not for the blacksmiths pouring silver from their own pockets, and the generous sponsorships from the Grandmasters, it might not have been built at all.

But at this current rate, the Iron Core Dojo might not even fully own the building once it is finished.

Zani could only lament his past choice. "Is this project being supervised by someone from the blacksmiths' side?"

"They all make multiple trips throughout the day, but no. Nobody is supervising it full-time," the construction leader admitted.

After speaking for another half an hour to smooth out the immediate logistics, Zani and Ethan finally departed.

On the walk back to the dojo, many passing villagers and merchants respectfully greeted them. Zani smiled humbly and returned their greetings with equal politeness.

Walking slightly behind him, Ethan could not help but admire his Master a little more.

Usually, people who gain such massive wealth and success become arrogant, Ethan thought, his eyes tracking Zani's calm demeanor. But he is still like this. Quite rare, indeed.

"Master Zani!"

A loud shout broke Ethan's train of thought. A man was standing near the main gates of the dojo, frantically waving his arms before sprinting toward them.

"Brother Chaao?" Zani blinked in surprise. The man was the newly elected Mayor of Grains City. Why was he in such a desperate hurry?

Haa... haa...

"Master Zani... hurry up! We have to leave right now!" Mayor Chaao gasped, completely out of breath. He looked as if he had been sprinting for miles.

"What happened?" Zani asked, his expression turning serious.

"My father-in-law... I mean, Governor Salam, just sent an urgent message via a messenger hawk," Chaao explained between heavy pants. "He says that everything is ready on their side, but we do not have much time. According to him, we must complete everything within ten days!"

Chaao grabbed Zani's sleeve, actively pulling him toward the dojo gates. "Hurry up, Master Zani! We must leave the village in an hour. I will tell you the exact details on the way!"

Ethan watched the chaotic scene unfold, his mind spinning as he tried to make sense of the sudden urgency.

Is this rush because of the Earth Sword Elks Master wants to capture? Ethan deduced inwardly. Hmm. We are in the final summer month, and autumn is roughly fifteen days away. The urgency of having only ten days... it aligns perfectly with that timeline.

Because Ethan is a royal prince of the empire, he possesses classified knowledge that is unavailable even to the city Governors. Thus, deducing the hidden truth behind such tight deadlines is far easier for him. Every year, two times a year, security across the entire Earth Dragon Empire skyrockets because the Emperor and the core clan elders leave the capital for a highly classified meeting. The first day of the Autumn month marks exactly one of those dates.

Ah, I understand now, Ethan concluded inwardly, the pieces smoothly snapping together in his head. Governor Salam wants to exploit the lax timeframe right before that massive security sweep occurs to transport the beasts undetected. A shrewd thinker indeed.

Chuckling quietly under his breath at the clever political maneuvering, Ethan leisurely followed the others into the dojo.

Half an Hour Later.

Zani rode out of the dojo's gates on a fast horse, accompanied by the towering and imposing figure of Instructor Bai.

Standing by the gate were many disciples gathered to respectfully bid farewell to their master. Kai, the young water-forging blacksmith, watched them leave with sparkling eyes.

"So, that is the mysterious instructor," Kai spoke in an admiring tone. "He is supposedly the most powerful person in the entire dojo, only ever coming out of seclusion when really needed."

Kai deeply revered such hidden masters. He secretly hoped he could become one someday too.

Ethan, who was standing right next to him, watched his friend smiling like an idiot and could not help but shake his head.

This puppet really is well crafted, Ethan thought, highly amused with the situation. If Elisi had not warned me to keep quiet about it if I ever found some clues, I seriously would have never figured out that it is just Leo in disguise.

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[Author Note: As you know, I've been working on polishing Volume 1 for a while now, and I've finished through Chapter 13!

Question: Are you interested in re-reading polished version and Help me correct any mistake I might have made?

If yes. How should be go about this?

A. update the current chapters with (updated) in title.
B. Reading it on Patreon - it is now free there.
C. Post it as a separate new story/thread on this site.
D. I'll just wait to read the published version on Kindle.]

 

[Pind_Ala]

Two days passed.

Today, it was Elisi, Ethan, and Mahi's turn to clean the kitchen after lunch.

"Help us, Elisi!" Mahi pleaded while wiping down a wooden counter.

"I don't want to..." Elisi groaned. She lay sprawled face-down across the large dining table like a dried salted fish, utterly refusing to budge.

Mahi could only look at her friend with helpless worry, while Ethan rolled his eyes in sheer annoyance.

"You have been acting like this for the past two days, Could it be... you are actually worried about Master Zani?"

Elisi's head snapped up instantly. "Why would I ever worry about that stupid Master?! Hmph!"

Oh, her voice definitely pitched up just now, Ethan thought smugly. However, he pragmatically chose not to point it out aloud. I definitely do not want to get my ass kicked today.

Stimulated by her sheer annoyance, Elisi finally mustered the strength to flip over, lying face-up on the table instead.

"Hey, Ethan," she called out after a while, her tone has shifted to something much more serious. "You did what I told you to do, right?"

"What? Oh, you mean the plan you proposed?" Ethan replied, not stopping his work. "Well, I did relay it to Master Zani before he left. But due to our currently tight budget, I do not think we can implement it right away."

"Don't be an idiot, junior brother. Listen to me, your Eldest Senior Sister," Elisi scolded him, before sitting up properly to get the point across. "We must start the Beast Carriage project! Training those stubborn Mud Boars to properly pull carts will take a huge amount of time!"

Just thinking about the training time gave her a shiver. She was determined to launch this project early. Whether she had to pester, vent, or beg, she would make it happen.

But, seeing Ethan ignoring her, she simply snorted and started thinking of a plan herself.

"A tight budget, huh?" she muttered, tapping her chin. A sharp, dangerous glint flashed through her eyes. "I think we can delay the dojo's expansion for a bit..."

Working not too far away, Ethan suddenly shivered when he heard her.

Meanwhile, Far Away From the Dojo...

After traveling for two days on horseback, Zani and Bai finally reached the discreet camp established right outside the perimeter of the Nut Forest.

Dozens of elite guards were stationed securely around the area. The moment Zani arrived, Governor Salam stepped forward to welcome him personally.

"Master Zani, you finally made it," Salam greeted him with a serious expression on his face.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Governor Salam," Zani replied.

The two men shook hands, and the Governor quickly ushered them inside a secure command tent.

"Allow me to get straight to the point," Governor Salam began with a solemn tone. "We do not have much time. Including today, there are only eight days remaining before the border security sweep begins. We must successfully complete the capture within two days, or we will be forced to abandon this mission entirely."

Although Salam desperately wants to fulfill Zani's request to secure his favor, the Governor position is not above the Imperial laws. If their clandestine operation is discovered by the royal guards, the consequences will be utterly disastrous for everyone involved.

"I understand," Zani nodded firmly. "So, how are the current preparations?"

"You do not need to worry on that front. My elite guards have been stalking a lone Earth Sword Elk for several days now," Salam assured him. "We will move in to secure the beast the very second it takes the bait."

Zani could tell that this old man had put a massive amount of effort into this operation. But one specific detail caught his attention.

"Governor, if you do not mind me asking... what exactly is the bait?" Zani inquired. "From my own understanding, Earth Sword Elks are highly intelligent and incredibly sensitive to herbs. They will not consume anything harmful. Some even consider them the smartest beasts in our entire Empire."

"It is an odorless poison," Salam revealed darkly.

"Poison?"

"Yes. The only reliable way to trick that creature is by lacing its favorite food with Blue Spot Salamander poison," the Governor explained meticulously. "After it consumes the poison and collapses, we must administer the antidote in very small, measured doses. This helps the beast fight off the lethal effects, but never allows it to recover its full strength. At our current martial level, that is the only viable method to capture an Earth Sword Elk alive."

"I see," Zani nodded, deeply impressed by the idea.

Salam then directed Zani and Bai to an adjacent tent to settle down and rest.

Later that evening, the highly anticipated news finally arrived: the Elk had taken the bait.

Deep within the dense forest, a magnificent young Elk lay slumped against the earth, its powerful body violently twitching from time to time.

"Congratulations, Master Zani. Now, we just need to safely transport it back," Salam smiled while gesturing to the massive beast.

"Thank you, Brother Salam," Zani replied earnestly.

This hunt never actually required Zani's personal presence. It was simply a political move by the Governor to bridge the gap and grow closer to Zani once again. Looking at their friendly exchange, one could confidently say the strategy had worked.

The return journey took five grueling days.

By the time the heavily guarded convoy finally rolled into the Iron Core Dojo's grounds, Zani was utterly exhausted, yet immensely relieved that everything had settled down perfectly.

"So, this is the Earth Sword Elk! Congratulations, Master Zani!"

Ethan, along with a group of inner disciples, was already waiting in the fenced area Zani has prepared to domesticate the Elks, ready to respectfully welcome them back. Zani offered a tired but genuinely happy nod to the youths.

"Goodbye, Zani. The specialized caretaker staff I mentioned during the trip will arrive here by tomorrow morning. They are highly trained professionals who will meticulously look after the Elk," Salam promised from atop his horse.

"Thank you once again, Brother Salam," Zani cupped his fists in gratitude.

With that, the Governor and his elite guards departed the village. After quickly assigning the disciples their respective chores to secure the beast, Zani also retreated to his quarters to catch up on his severe lack of sleep.

Next Day.

It was noon when Zani opened his eyes, but a rapid cascade of translucent blue notifications, which had piled up while he slept, immediately flooded his vision.

【Ding~】

【Quest: Hunt an Earth Sword Elk】

【Status: Completed】

【Rewards: 20 EXP and 'Blood Boiling - Medicinal Cauldron Recipe' booklet】

【Hidden condition: Capture and domesticate the Earth Sword Elk】

【Status: Completed】

【Hidden Rewards: 10 pre-made Blood Boiling - Medicinal Cauldrons】

【Sect Exp: 100/100】

【Medicinal Cauldron Recipe - Blood Boiling: Blood Exchange】

【Summary: After a tempering session in the Blood Exchange realm, the practitioner's blood becomes incredibly active. Sitting inside a Blood Boiling cauldron during this exact window perfectly sustains that peak state, allowing the user to gain triple the standard benefits from a single session.

The primary ingredient of this specific recipe changes based on the exact type of the manual you are practicing. See the internal instructions for precise selection.

Since the Blood Exchange stage can be practiced either deep underground or directly beneath a waterfall, the vessel matters. If practicing underground, it is essential to use a fire-brick tub, as the dense clay retains the medicine's heat for a long time. For those practicing under a waterfall, any vessel, including a standard metal pot, is acceptable, as they do not need to worry about maintaining an open fire in the damp environment.】

Zani sat up in his bed, staring blankly at the floating text. He realized that the personal send by Salam must have started their work.

Looking down at the rewards. "So, that is how those specialized tubs are supposed to be used," Zani muttered, aggressively rubbing his face.

A deep pang of regret washed over him.

Because I was in such a hurry to complete the quest, I ordered the village carpenter to build the bases out of sturdy wood! Zani realized, his heart bleeding for his wasted silver.

Although he now fully understood the significance of the tubs, a troubling question remained: should he completely scrap the wooden ones and commission new iron and fire-brick tubs instead?

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[Author Note: Have you tried re-reading the series? I have updated first 10 chapters.

Let me tell you, the things you might have not understood before are clear now, I have even removed some useless things and fix a few things. Although the general story is same. It is more easier to follow now.] ~you can recommend to your friends perhaps...

Same note: Read next 10 chapters right now, [/Patreon/unpaid13]

 

[Pind_Ala]

It was lunchtime when Zani finally exited his private quarters.

He took this opportunity to eat a hearty meal and check on his disciples' progress. After lunch concluded, Zani called Ethan and Mahi over to a quiet corner table to request a detailed report on the previous week's finances.

"It seems everything is in perfect order," Zani nodded in approval as he scanned the pages.

He was just about to close the heavy ledger when his eyes caught a glaring discrepancy in the Investment section.

"Why is there an unauthorized change here?" Zani looked up. Currently, all massive financial investments are approved by Zani alone; Ethan and Mahi are merely logistics managers tasked to record the daily trade data, they are not authorized to alter foundational budgets. "So, why exactly is there a change written in here?"

"M-Master Zani... I was actually just about to inform you about that." Ethan's posture instantly stiffened as he said that.

Beneath the wooden table, Mahi gripped his hand tightly, silently urging him with her eyes to remember their prior promise and take the blame.

"There was a minor accident during construction," Ethan explained nervously. "The team working on the dojo expansion plan got a little injured, so I took the initiative to give them a leave."

"Nobody got seriously hurt, right?" Zani asked, his tone dropping in genuine concern.

"No, no! They only suffered minor scrapes and bruises."

"Okay..." Zani sighed, tapping the open ledger. "But that still does not solve the main problem here. I asked you why the funding source was changed. The budget explicitly allocated for the dojo's expansion has been entirely diverted to this 'Beast Carriage' project."

"That..." Ethan's face flushed completely red.

Damn it! I should have prepared a valid excuse and practiced speaking in front of a mirror! Deol cursed inwardly, his royal poise entirely shattering under the pressure.

Zani looked visibly disappointed in the boy. However, since the diverted funds were not a huge sum, he figured he would simply lecture the youth and try to teach him to be honest in the future.

"Master, it was my decision!" Mahi suddenly blurted out, stepping in to shield Ethan. "I... I really liked the idea of the Beast Carriage project. After discussing it with Elisi and reflecting upon it myself, I came to the conclusion that this project might take a massive amount of time to complete. But once it is fully done, it will be of immense help to the dojo!"

After speaking, she was unable to meet Zani's eyes and started looking around in shame.

Ethan was utterly stunned on the side. My sweet Mahi is actually such a big liar, he thought, completely bewildered by reality. Although he wanted to refute her claim and teach her not to lie, it was not the right time nor the place.

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Will a beast carriage really be of that much help? Should I scold her right now? No. Unlike Ethan, this is the first time little Mahi has bravely made a proactive, managerial decision on her own, Zani reasoned inwardly.

He looked at the flustered girl. His decision was right.

I should first let her cool down a bit. Then, perhaps in a few days, I can use this incident to try to teach her how to think like a proper merchant. Hmm, yes. Children learn much more eagerly when they actually invest their own thoughts and ideas into a matter.

Having finalized his thoughts, Zani smoothly dismissed Ethan and Mahi without any harsh punishments. After all, the financial stakes are not that high.

As for the delayed meeting hall, he would simply have to be a little more shameless when conducting meetings in his quarters.

He could endure that much for the sake of his disciples' growth.

The Next Morning.

Zani woke up quite early and, to catch up with his old routine, started his day with a leisurely morning stroll.

"Master Zani!"

Just as he was about to exit the main hall, Elisi called out, jogging over from the side.

"Good morning, Elisi," Zani greeted with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Master Zani. I was actually hoping to catch you for a quick talk today."

"You can talk to me about anything. Speak freely," Zani offered generously.

"Yes. Then... Master Zani, when will I be able to enter the next stage?"

"The next stage? You mean the Blood Exchange realm..." Zani trailed off, his eyes quickly scanning the surroundings. Thankfully, there was nobody nearby to overhear them. However, such discussions are meant for closed doors. "Come with me."

Before Elisi could reply, he decisively turned and led her directly to his private quarters.

After firmly shutting the door behind them, he gestured for her to take a seat at the table before he began explaining.

"Regarding the next stage... we do, in fact, possess the proper breathing manual," Zani began carefully. "However, the place required for the training is not securely finished yet, and the complex preparations for the Medicinal Cauldron will also take some time."

"Oh, okay," Elisi nodded, perfectly acting as if she fully understood and accepted the delays.

But deep inside, she was fiercely shaking her head in disappointment.

Master, you are incredibly cautious in places where it does not matter at all, yet completely ignorant in places where it truly does. No wonder we were destroyed, Elisi thought bitterly, fragments of a past life flashing through her mind.

"Here."

THUD.

Zani suddenly pulled a book from his desk and slammed it down right in front of her. "Since you are so wildly eager to advance your foundation, you can start by memorizing all of this. And while you are at it, help me copy and divide the text into four separate versions, too."

Elisi forced a painfully stiff smile as she stared down at the book. After receiving a few more instructions, she quickly excused herself and left the room.

Master, this old habit of yours... shamelessly using others to do your paperwork. Hah. I really do not like it, Elisi grumbled inwardly as she walked away.

The Imperial Capital.

On this vast continent, the largest mountain is located within the Earth Dragon Empire's central territory. It is known as Mt. Draco, a sacred domain forbidden for even elite martial artists to approach without explicit permission.

The towering mountain is so unfathomably high that halfway up its slope, it seemingly pierces the thick cloud layer. At least, that is how it appears from a distance to the millions of mortal citizens living in the Imperial Capital built at the mountain's foot. However, only a select few truly know that the cloud layer is actually a massive concealment fog explicitly designed to hide the mighty Earth Sect from mortal eyes.

Hidden behind the dense fog, grand pagodas, lavish spiritual gardens, and glowing herb fields cover the higher peaks.

When observing from above, it is a prosperous and peaceful environment. Disciples clad in neat, light-brown robes can be seen walking along the jade-paved paths, happily chatting with one another and carrying themselves in a refined, noble manner.

It is a bustling, vibrant sight rarely seen on a normal day. But today is an exception. Today is the first day of the first Autumn month.

A day when a Sect Meeting is held, when all the Elders, except those in closed-door seclusion, gather to discuss the Sect's matters.

Exactly two official sect meetings are mandated throughout the entire year. The first one takes place after the New Year festival, and the second occurs after the end of the summer months.

The Sect Master, seven Elders, and numerous elite Instructors are all present. Every single figure possessing some authority within the Earth Sect congregates inside the meeting hall. Although the grand hall's architecture appears somewhat simple, featuring only a massive table in the center, its materials and historical significance make it vastly more luxurious than even the Emperor's Royal Palace.

As the esteemed figures filtered into the room and took their respective seats, murmurs filled the hall.

"Elder Cuby, how are you?" a sly voice called out.

"Hmph. I was better before laying eyes on you, you damn snake," Patriarch Cuby retorted bitterly, glaring at the man sitting across from him.

"Oh my, oh my. Why hold such hate in your heart? Aren't we old, sworn buddies? Did we not spend our entire childhood sharing the same pair of pants?" the elder called Snake teased, licking his lips as he talked.

"Like heck we did! Snake, do you want me to beat you to death right here?!" Elder Cuby roared, slamming his fist onto the table.

"Keep quiet, you two fools," another elder hissed sharply. "The Sect Master is here."

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The sect meeting had been going on for an hour now. The major and minor discussions related to the Earth Sect's logistics and affairs were mostly concluded. One could say that everything was progressing smoothly.

Then, the Sect Master shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable on his seat.

This subtle movement caused the eyes of everyone else in the room to instantly start twitching.

Here he goes again. Whose turn will it be to suffer this time? the elders thought, collectively bracing themselves.

AHEM.

The Sect Master cleared his throat loudly to command the room's attention. During that short timeframe, only the seven elders managed to catch his sly, darting eye movements.

Elder Cuby panicked slightly upon noticing that the Sect Master had indeed side-eyed him. Oh no... here goes my reputation.

"The old witch from the Water Sect contacted me recently," the Sect Master announced casually, dropping a massive bombshell.

A serious atmosphere instantly blanketed the room.

"The Sect Master of the Water Sect?" a new instructor asked nervously, looking at those around him.

"Yes," the old man nodded.

"She wanted to gain official permission for her disciple... to finish what she previously started without one."

Many in the hall were puzzled by the sudden direction of the topic. Since the incident counted as minor, only a handful of people in the room actually knew about it.

"So, she has not given up on that mortal yet?" Elder Cuby asked calmly, letting out a subtle sigh of relief. Although I will inevitably be brought up later, at least it did not start with me, he thought.

"No," the Sect Master replied, his eyes narrowing slightly. "She wants to kill him this time."

"Kill him... well, she did state that before leaving. We all know the nature of witches," Cuby replied. It was difficult for him to say the latter part out loud, but he had to maintain his cover. Not everyone knows about little Leo, and he did not intend to allow others to find out.

The other people in the hall, despite not knowing the specific context, immediately started voicing their opinions out loud the moment 'witches' were brought up.

"Witches are simply born evil!"

"One should never believe a single word from a witch!"

A girl with the witch bloodline can randomly be born anywhere on the continent. Because it is impossible to trace their lineage or prevent their birth, they constantly appear in the mortal world. These girls naturally possess terrifying innate talent and exceptional potential.

However, they also carry a horrific reputation. Because of this dark stigma, the parent faction, the Five Elements Sect, refuses to recruit them.

Despite this, witches are still allowed to exist. This is entirely due to the Old Witch from the Water Sect. She is unequivocally the most powerful Sect Master among the five sects, and she uses her power to protect her kind and provide them a sanctuary.

Therefore, the Water Sect eagerly hunts for these rejected girls all over the continent and takes them in. While the other four sects constantly lose their best talents to the parent faction, the Water Sect hoards these outcast geniuses. This dynamic makes the Water Sect significantly stronger than the rest.

Over time, this balance has been maintained on the trust that the other sects will not harm any young girl with a witch bloodline and will instead hand them over to the Water Sect.

"Okay, everyone, calm down," one of the Elders spoke up, silencing the chaotic hall. "So, Sect Master... how did you reply?"

"I refused," the Sect Master stated, a smile forming on his face.

Everyone's expression stiffened. This could quickly escalate into something serious.

"Sect Master, this could easily lead to..." The elder did not dare finish the sentence.

"Do not worry," the Sect Master simply smiled, waving his hand dismissively.

By publicly declaring that it was I who personally rejected the request, I have finally repaid the favor I owed that old hag, the Sect Master thought. Naturally, he himself was not afraid of the Water Sect, but as the leader, he had to consider the safety of his entire faction.

Having done his task, the Sect Master's mischievous gaze firmly landed on Elder Cuby once again.

The entire hall held its breath. Here it comes.

"So, Elder Cuby. About what I asked you last time..." he began, his eyes sparkling with gossip. "Were you really not spying on your son's love life?"

"What?!" Cuby choked.

"Ah, Cuby, your son at such a young age..." another elder chimed in, catching the drift.

"Hiss... the youth these days are truly bold."

"Where exactly did you see them, Sect Master?"

These damn people... they are the exact reason the Sect Master loves to act like this! Elder Cuby cursed loudly in his mind, his face flushing red as the surrounding people laughed. He conveniently forgot that he was the one eagerly leading the mocking charges during the last meeting.

The Sect Master smiled playfully, thoroughly enjoying the chaotic reactions of the people below him. By throwing this out there, he knew the other elders would pressure Cuby for the truth. Hah, that is what happens when you refuse to share your juicy private life gossip with me, he thought smugly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It looks like your clan will not be able to securely hold the Elder position for long with such scandals, eh, Cuby?"

"Shut up, you damn snake!" Cuby snapped at his rival.

"Hey, Cuby, you cannot be too hard on the boy. But if you truly want a proper daughter-in-law to fix his reputation, how about my niece?" Elder Earth offered from the side.

Many more teasing voices followed, completely shutting Cuby down. But the stoic Patriarch endured the humiliation; he absolutely could not surrender, not when keeping this secret protects his beloved daughter.

"A very lively mortal village. I cannot quite figure out the location. Cuby, help me out, will you...?" an elder asked from the side.

Back during the martial tournament, after their brief conversation in the sky, the Cuby couple had hastily dragged the Sect Master away to prevent him from getting a proper look at the place. Although he remembers the geographical location, he never visited it again.

Getting no answer from the fiercely tight-lipped Patriarch, the discussion continued.

To punish Cuby's silence, the Sect Master coughed out a few more embarrassing secrets, like Cuby haggling pathetically over a necklace, getting beaten by his wife, and affectionately being called a 'pig.'

Back at the Dojo.

Today, Elisi was happily hanging around with Leo in the mountains.

"Isn't it nice out here?"

"It is."

"Hehe, that is why I tell you to relax from time to time. Here, let me apply this."

"Elisi, I... ahhaa..." Leo blushed as a small, relaxed moan escaped her lips.

Today, the two of them were out deep into the mountains. Although Zani had only told them to go check on the waterfall, which is now dojo property, Elisi had decided to turn it into a relaxing picnic instead. She wanted to enjoy the peaceful afternoon with her best friend, Leo, who had become a training maniac as of late.

Currently, Elisi was gently massaging Leo's head using a special, soothing herbal oil she had crafted herself.

Humph. Who says witches are evil? My Leo is so cute, Elisi thought fondly.

"Here, lean on me a bit more," Elisi asked gently.

Leo obediently followed the instruction, resting her head on Elisi's lap, and soon fell into a deep, peaceful sleep under the warm autumn sun.

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A. It's peer influence

B. To lighten the mood among his people

C. This is his way of allowing the upper management to become easy going.

D. This is his disguise

E. Well, if you yourself live for such a long time. You will also develop a hobby to keep yourself entertained in such technology lacking world...]

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[Pind_Ala]

[Ding~]

[Displaying upgrade condition to reach Level 3]

[Own a mountain]

[Reward: Valley of Trials and increase in Disciple Capacity to 100]

More than three months had passed since the last activity from the System.

Zani was taking his morning walk when the familiar chime suddenly echoed in his mind. He paused in his tracks for a brief moment, but then a faint smile surfaced on his face, and he casually continued on his way. He is vastly different now, completely unlike the early days when he was entirely dependent on the System.

Only after finishing his walk did he return to the dojo.

"Tell Mahi to meet me in my office," Zani instructed a guard stationed at the main gate.

"Yes, Master!"

The guard saluted sharply and hurried off to execute the order.

In a remarkably short time, massive changes have occurred in the previously humble Big Wheat Village. The rapid increase in population is still ongoing, which has naturally led to the formation of a bustling new market.

Following its grand completion, the Forging Union Tower not only invited numerous blacksmiths from all across the empire, but the two grandmasters, after retiring, have chosen to become its honorable elders. This has increased the Union's prestige, naturally drawing in more wealthy customers.

Furthermore, the Iron Core Pavilion's daily profit keeps increasing after its first month, and the addition of the new commerce only helps boost its reputation among the common people.

The dojo's own expansion is also finally finished, and Zani has renovated the front iron gates and the towering boundary walls, making the entire compound look incredibly majestic.

As for the armed guards now patrolling the grounds? This is a pragmatic option Zani created for graduating outer disciples who still wish to remain in the dojo. It also serves as a test to judge who might be worthy of becoming an inner disciple later down the line. Since the 2nd Stage breathing manual is not yet open to the public, these guards currently only practice martial arts daily.

KNOCK.

KNOCK.

"Come in," Zani called out.

Mahi cautiously stepped inside after gaining permission. "Master, you called for me?"

"Yes, Mahi. Please take a seat."

She nodded respectfully and sat on the chair opposite his desk.

"Mahi, since your 'Beast Carriage project' is still ongoing, I want you to handle one more thing for me," Zani began.

Beneath the wooden table, Mahi was already nervously rubbing her thumbs together.

The Beast Carriage project again! Nothing good has happened to me since the first time I covered for it, Mahi lamented inwardly, her mind completely clouding over with stress. I can only curse Elisi in my heart for this terrible predicament!

"Are you listening?" Zani asked, noticing her slightly glazed eyes.

"Y-Yes!" Mahi stammered, jolting upright.

"Good. Then go on. You need to meet with the Mayor and discuss the mountain purchase."

Huh? When did that happen? Mahi stared at her honest Master with panic. What mountain?!

"What happened?" Zani asked, raising an eyebrow at her frozen expression.

"Nothing!" Mahi replied quickly.

Damn it! I cannot let Master find out I was not listening! I cannot let him be disappointed in me! Mahi thought frantically.

Gritting her teeth in sheer determination, she stood up, bowed respectfully, and hastily left the office.

Zani watched her retreating back, suddenly noticing that she had left the detailed discussion notes he had meticulously prepared for her on the desk.

"Looks like she wants to tackle it all by herself. Good," Zani nodded to himself in satisfaction, highly impressed by her growing independence, before calmly moving on to the other reports on the table.

After exiting the office, Mahi's first priority was to find Ethan. He was her Prince Charming and the only person smart enough to salvage her from this disastrous situation.

However, even after frantically searching the dojo grounds for an hour, she could not find him anywhere.

It was approaching noon, and she had not even left for Grains City yet. If Master found out she was hopelessly stalling... the very thought of seeing Zani sighing in deep disappointment brought tears to her eyes.

"Heeey, Mahi! What's up, girl?"

Looking up, she saw Elisi. This Eldest Senior Sister was the exact reason for her current situation. Although Mahi desperately wanted to spit out a few harsh remarks and vent her frustration, she knew arguing with her was simply not worth it.

"Hmph," she snorted coldly, walking right past Elisi while making sure her eyes appeared as dry as possible.

"Are you..." Elisi blinked in bewilderment as the younger girl completely ignored her greeting.

Oh, so we are playing this game? Elisi thought, a cheeky smile surfacing on her face. Then let your Senior Sister teach you exactly how it is played.

She quickly ran to the front to block Mahi's path.

HUMPH.

Mahi snorted again and sidestepped her, continuing her hasty walk without a single word.

"Haa... she really is genuinely mad at me." Seeing the girl go, Elisi sighed softly, shaking her head. "Brats her age are truly difficult to understand. What to do... let's just go find Ethan first."

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Somewhere Deep Within the Treacherous, Uncharted Mountains.

The towering trees are so incredibly dense that one can easily tell this place is a natural haven for deadly wild beasts. Yet, hidden within this unforgiving terrain is a sprawling village. The environment was surprisingly lively, with rugged, heavily armed people laughing and casually chatting as they roamed the dirt streets.

Inside the largest central building, a tense meeting was taking place.

"Boss, when are we moving out?" a man asked eagerly.

"In a few days," the leader replied.

"Huh?!" All the men in the hall first fell into a stunned silence, and then violently erupted into cheers.

"We are moving!!"

"We are finally going on another rampage!"

"After such a long time!"

"Yes! I cannot wait!"

The chaotic voices kept multiplying, quickly attracting the people outside, who also started roaring in pure excitement.

"Prepare a feast! We will eat well tonight!" the leader ordered.

He leaned back heavily onto his grand chair, watching the dramatic scene unfold. He was a burly man with a surprisingly easygoing attitude; he might even appear a little handsome if not for the horrific, jagged scars that covered his entire being.

"You are absolutely sure about this, right?" the leader asked, turning his sharp gaze to a scout kneeling nearby.

"I am entirely sure, Leader. It is a prosperous village whose wealth might genuinely rival a city. As for their security... they only have a single dojo there, with absolutely nobody in the 2nd Stage of Body Tempering."

The scout repeated the exact same intelligence he had delivered earlier. He was one of the few loyal members allowed to roam the outside world to gather information. He had returned just yesterday with details of this fat, juicy sheep they could easily slaughter.

"Good," the leader nodded, standing up and imposing his terrifying aura over his subordinates.

"We will leave in three days, and we will need to cover four days of travel. Make your preparations accordingly. It is finally our time!"

He took a brief, dramatic pause before roaring with all his might. "Digger Gang! It is time to make bloody waves across the empire once again!"

"YYAAAHHHAAA!"

"Long live the Digger Gang!"

"Long live Leader Digger!"

The hidden village became incredibly loud and lively; the sheer bloodlust in their shouts scared away the surrounding mountain wildlife.

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[Start of Volume 2.]

[Author Note: Let me tell you, starting from here, I have taken every chapter seriously. Spending more time during writing...]

[Hope you enjoy it.]

 

[Pind_Ala]

Five days later.

"DAMN IT!!"

A loud shout, immediately followed by a vicious kick fueled by anger and frustration, sent the heavy wooden table flying across the room.

BOOM.

The sheer kinetic impact punctured the stone wall, leaving only splintered planks from what was once a sturdy desk. All the documents and contents that had rested on it lay scattered across the floor in a chaotic mess.

However, this sudden outburst of violence was simply not enough for the man to calm down, so he started cursing aloud.

During all of this, a man had been standing just a few meters away from the trajectory the table took. Nija cautiously took a few steps back, sweating bullets with visible panic in his eyes.

In his ten years serving as the secretary to the Governor of Warrior City, he had survived his fair share of volatile outbursts, especially under the previous regime. But things were supposed to change when this new governor took office.

And for a time, they had. Governor Salam was not only highly capable but also kind, even if only for show. Yet, this was the first time Nija had ever seen him get so furiously worked up, especially over a simple report he had submitted just a moment ago.

Should I have read it before reporting? Nija thought nervously, watching as Salam seemed to finally calm down a little.

"The Digger Gang. How dare they," Salam hissed, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Nija, prepare two messenger hawks immediately. One for Grains City, and the other for the Royal Palace."

"Y-Yes, sir."

Seeing the old secretary hurry out of the room, Governor Salam looked back down at the crumpled report in his hand.

"They are definitely aiming for Big Wheat Village. Is this because of their recent developments?" he muttered to himself before sitting back down heavily in his chair, letting out a deeply tired sigh.

"I knew it was a terrible idea. Those idiot captains taking new recruits out to gain field experience... like hell you gain anything by aimlessly patrolling the borders."

He fell silent after that, desperately trying to take in the gravity of the event and the severe consequences that might follow. After all, the very patrol the bandits had just slaughtered included her younger brother.

Let us just hope that little girl does not complain to her backer and get me killed just to accompany her dead brother, Salam thought, a cold shiver running down his spine.

To calm down, he started cursing the Digger Gang all over again. Those idiots should at the very least check who they were killing.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Meanwhile, deep within the untamed wilderness spreading across the outskirts of Warrior City's territory.

Heavy hoofbeats echoed from a distance, shaking the land to announce their presence. A horde of at least sixty heavily armed riders traveled quickly through a rough, dusty trail.

One of the riders in the middle lane yelled out, making sure his voice was heard by those at the front. "Leader, I think the patrol back there saw us!"

"This could go very bad," another seasoned bandit commented.

The Leader, who was riding at the very front of the formation, frowned deeply. Usually, approaching the New Year, security across the entire empire was very lax. That was exactly why they were traveling so openly in the first place.

And indeed, it had been smooth sailing for their entire journey, but after crossing into Warrior City's borders, everything suddenly changed. The outer patrols here were significantly tighter and more aggressive than they were in other cities, even during normal times.

Barely an hour after entering its territory, they were discovered. Although the bandits easily slaughtered everyone in that patrol, just as they were clearing the bloody scene before leaving, a second patrol arrived. This one, unlike the first, immediately turned their horses and ran upon seeing them.

Just as Leader Digger was lost in his internal thoughts, a voice from his trusted aide snapped him out of it.

"I heard the Governor of Warrior City got changed recently," the aide mentioned.

"He did?"

The other bandits in the group started laughing heartily, making light jokes to ease the tension. "Hah, it was about time! Those bloated nobles have eaten way too much silver for what little their ancestors accomplished."

However, only a select few veterans in the group, including Digger, could instinctually feel that something was not right.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Grains City

Inside the Mayor's office, Chaao received the urgent hawk letter an hour later.

After dismissing the guard who brought it in, he opened the sealed letter with utmost care. What will it be this time? Chaao thought nervously, since his father-in-law only ever utilized messenger hawks when he had top-priority commands to deliver.

The very first sentence caused him to sit rigidly upright.

"The Diggers are on the move. Their primary aim is Big Wheat Village. I have already sent a letter to the Royal Palace to request immediate military help.

Until the reply comes, we must hold the bandits back.

The moment they enter Grains City territory, we will launch a pincer attack on them. Our aim is only to harass them and flee, trying to stall for time as much as possible.

Make sure not to let Master Zani find out anything about this impending raid."

It was a hastily written letter, yet it seamlessly covered all logistical bases, the exact style a man used when he was dead serious about the message he wanted to convey.

After reading it a few more times to perfectly memorize the battle plan, Chaao held the letter over a candle to burn it to ash, and immediately left his office to make preparations.

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The Royal Palace

In the Earth Dragon Empire, after a formal letter requesting military help was received, it was routed directly to the Minister of Military Affairs. The Minister possessed the authority to independently approve the request and dispatch soldiers if it fell within his standard jurisdiction. If not, it was officially presented to the Emperor to make a final decision. Any military help requiring the deployment of more than half the standing army, or the mobilization of an Immortal or elite squad, fell into this category.

After thoroughly reading the latest emergency request sent via the Warrior City hawk, the Minister of Military Affairs could only shake his head.

"The Digger Gang... to think their whereabouts were actually discovered. This is undeniably a massive matter, but... subduing them will require either an elite squad or an Immortal."

He sighed heavily and muttered something inaudible under his breath before calling his young assistant over.

"Here. After recording its contents into the official ledger, add this request directly to the priority matters we present at tomorrow's Assembly."

"Yes, Sir."

After that, the Minister turned around and left the room. He was no longer in the proper mood to continue working.

Later that exact same day, the assistant was meticulously copying the contents of the letter for record-keeping when he suddenly seemed to remember something. He grabbed the original letter and hurriedly ran off.

Ten minutes later.

"Come in."

After gaining permission, the same assistant nervously entered an opulent palace room and saluted deeply.

"Princess, as per your command to keep an eye out for anything relating to that specific place, this urgent letter arrived this afternoon. Please, have a look."

He respectfully presented the letter with both his hands, his body bent forward at a perfect ninety-degree angle.

The eldest Princess, resting comfortably on a silk divan, gestured lightly with her hand in response, and the maid beside her immediately moved forward to fetch the letter.

"You may go. I will reward you handsomely, depending on how useful I find the information inside."

The assistant bowed again and left the room just as respectfully as he had entered. Only then did the Princess unfold the parchment.

"The Digger Gang... and their target is none other than Big Wheat Village..."

An amused smile slowly bloomed across her beautiful lips.

"Well, it looks like it is finally time to meet you... my future sister-in-law~"

She gently licked her lower lip after saying the last part, a predatory gleam in her eyes, causing the few maids standing in the room to turn their heads away.

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"Kill them all!!"

NEEEEEHHH!

The high-pitched shrieks of panicked warhorses echoed through the desolate wilderness. A horde of armed riders tightened their circle, completely surrounding a small team.

The trapped men, all wearing the standard light armor of official militia scouts from Warrior City, looked around warily at the bloodthirsty bandits closing in on them. Their hands trembled as they gripped the hilts of their iron swords.

Initially, the patrol had thought the intruders were merely a small handful of rogue horsemen. Eager to finally see some action after days of monotonous patrolling, they had recklessly rushed in to engage. But who could have expected that dozens more were following right behind that small vanguard? Their eagerness had led them directly into a fatal encirclement.

"We must clear a path! We cannot let these young recruits die alongside us!"

A rugged man, who appeared to be the squad captain, shouted at the top of his lungs and his old teammates nodded in approval. Originally, they were a tight-knit squad of eight experienced men. However, just last month, they were formally assigned to escort and train a fresh batch of youths, doubling their total number.

Looking back at the children shivering in the center of the defensive ring, the veterans could only shake their heads in bitter despair. If all sixteen of them were hardened teammates, they might have actually possessed a slim chance to forcefully carve their way through the horde. But now...

"I am deeply sorry, everyone! If only I had been much more cautious!" the captain roared, his voice cracking with guilt.

Seeing the morale of his team rapidly decreasing under the crushing pressure, the captain desperately tried to rally them by taking the blame. However, in the brutal crucible of martial combat, allowing one's concentration to waver for even a fraction of a second is a fatal mistake.

SWOOSH.

Just in that microscopic timeframe of distraction, a black-fletched arrow violently pierced straight through the captain's exposed neck.

Blood sprayed into the dry air. The captain's eyes rolled back as he collapsed from his horse, hitting the dirt with a heavy thud.

"CAPTAIN!"

He was not the first one to die today, but he was the only pillar holding the fragile squad together. The very moment the others saw his lifeless body hit the ground, panic erupted. Almost everyone broke the formation, turning their backs to the enemy to cry out for their fallen leader.

"No! Focus on the front!" a veteran screamed in horror, desperately trying to raise his shield.

But it was too late. The horde of riders surged inward, collapsing the broken defensive line from all directions.

"Kill them all!"

"Carnage! HAHAHAHA!"

A mere moment later, every single member of the patrol team died a brutal death without putting up much resistance. The bandits mercilessly butchered them, leaving nothing but mangled, unrecognizable corpses scattered across the bloody dirt.

Leader Digger sat calmly atop his armored horse, watching the slaughter without a trace of concern on his face. His men had hidden in the shadows for far too long; let them settle their chaotic urges.

"Clean up. We are moving out," Leader Digger commanded coldly after few minutes.

They absolutely could not stay in one location for long, especially after leaving a trail of blood. The gang immediately dismounted and began frantically stripping the corpses. They were only halfway through their work when a bandit posted on lookout duty blew a sharp whistle.

Another patrol team had just crested the distant ridge. However, unlike the first squad, this new team took one look at the bandit horde and immediately turned their horses around to flee.

"Let's move out! We are already discovered!" the Leader barked.

The bandits swiftly mounted their horses and abandoned the area a moment later. Since their position was already compromised, they did not even bother hiding the mutilated corpses, simply leaving them out in the open.

They were unaware that a silent shadow had been watching the entire bloody spectacle from high above.

Once the area was entirely clear, the mysterious shadow gracefully leaped down from the canopy of a towering tree, landing on the blood-soaked earth without making a single sound.

"A boy possessing a Saint Bloodline... I cannot allow you to die, not after I have finally found you."

The shadow spoke in a soft whisper while looking down at a severely mangled boy who was miraculously holding onto a sliver of breath among the dead.

Before slowly extended a pale hand. Without any physical contact, the dying boy smoothly floated into the air, suspended by an invisible force.

"A very faint trace of the aura is present within you," the shadow murmured, tilting its head to inspect the youth. "It seems you alone managed to inherit it from your ancestors. I cannot sense another like you on this island."

"Let us go."

The fabric of space distorted where the shadow was standing and a moment later, the shadow and the dying boy vanished completely, leaving no trace of their existence behind.

A full day later.

Grains City. Inside the Mayor's office.

"What...? Why?"

Elisi stared blankly at the small, blood-stained wooden box resting on the heavy desk. She asked the question more to herself than to the sweating Mayor standing before her.

Although she was the one who had sent him to work under Governor Salam, this was not what she had anticipated.

He was supposed go missing during a mission, Elisi thought, her mind struggling to process the reality. Then, years later, a boy claiming to be his son would come join our sect, becoming the best prodigy on the continent and leaving everyone behind with his progress.

But now.

Her brother was dead. Even his whole body was not recovered. The only things resting inside the small box were a few scraps of clothes and bones left behind after the animals had feasted on his remains.

"We are incredibly sorry, Miss Elisi... Governor Salam will definitely provide..."

Mayor Chaao stood behind his desk, nervously wringing his hands. Before he started speaking frantically, desperately trying to explain the chaotic reasons that led to the ambush, attempting to take the blame before eagerly pivoting to talk about compensation. He continued speaking non-stop, perfectly remembering the strict commands in his father-in-law's letter.

He must try hard to appease this little girl's anger. According to Governor Salam, their whole family will be in trouble if this delicate case is not handled with the utmost subservience and care.

However, Elisi was not listening to a single word he said.

Death is not a new concept to her; in her previous life, she had suffered through vastly worse emotional torment and betrayal. Yet, the heavy, suffocating pain gripping her chest right now was undeniably real.

She reached out and silently collected the small wooden box containing her brother's meager remains.

Then without saying a word, she turned and walked out of the office, only briefly stating in a hollow voice that she would visit again later.

Stepping out into the bright, bustling streets of Grains City, the box felt like a mountain in her hands.

Now... how do I possibly explain this to my parents?

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After watching Elisi leave the office, Mayor Chaao could not endure the pressure anymore and fell into his chair.

Today had been an exhausting day for him.

First, the approval from the Royal Palace regarding the mountain purchase had arrived, and he had hurried to the dojo to finalize the delayed task entrusted to him by Master Zani.

Then the very moment he arrived back, he was informed that a letter from Governor Salam had arrived, accompanied by a small, wooden box.

What naturally followed was the nerve-wracking confrontation with Elisi.

Now, after resting for a mere minute to gather his scattered wits, Chaao stood up again. It was time for him to ride to the border of Grains City to organize the military interception.

"Life as a Mayor is so difficult," He grumbled under his breath as he exited his office.

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The Iron Core Dojo

Zani sat comfortably on a rocking chair, overlooking the colorful fish swimming in the small pond they had recently constructed. While leisurely enjoying his morning tea.

Although it was technically far too late in the day to be calling it 'morning tea,' he still drank it lavishly, savoring the brew one sip at a time.

Setting the empty cup down, his focus shifted back to the blue interface floating in his vision.

[Sect Level 3 Upgrade Conditions Successfully Met!]

[Level: 3]

[Exp: 0 / 100]

[Disciples: 60 / 100]

[Reward: Valley of Trials. Click to place it in a suitable valley.]

[Summary: The Valley of Trials puts any person who walks through it under an illusionary trial. Only those who are loyal to the sect will be able to pass.

Note: It only works on individuals whose strength is lower than the Host's.]

Zani was still quite indecisive about it.

It had been an hour since he received the notification. After the initial rush of happiness from progressing further faded away, deep apprehension had set in.

What should I do with those who are ultimately not loyal to the Iron Core? Will I simply force them to leave? What if the disciples I currently trust the most are unable to pass the trial? Should I show anger? Disappointment?

He rubbed his temples, pushing the heavy thoughts away.

"Whatever. At the very least, I will drink for a day or two to soothe myself," Zani muttered aloud before standing up from his chair.

Since New Year was less than a dozen days away, he did not want to ruin the mood of everyone. The Valley of Trials would simply have to wait until everyone returns from holidays.

Time passed. During lunch, a new set of system notifications chimed in his mind.

[Ding~]

[New Quest: Make the Sect self-sufficient. Own 200 fields as Sect property.]

[Rewards: 10 EXP and Host gains a talent related to plants.]

[New Quest: Ensure all 100 disciples are loyal to the Sect.]

[Rewards: 20 EXP and 3rd Stage - Bone Forging Introduction Manual.]

Zani stared at the screen. Two hundred fields?

The entirety of Big Wheat Village has somewhere around three hundred agricultural fields in total. Currently, the Iron Core Dojo owns thirty-two of them, which were left completely barren since Zani never had any intention of growing crops.

To fulfill this specific quest, merely purchasing the land is easy enough with his current wealth. But to actually become self-sufficient through them is a massive project. Managing fragmented plots of land spread far apart is highly inefficient, and there is no single place in the entire vicinity of Grains City that encompasses two hundred fields as a unified entity.

This means we will need to clear the surrounding wilderness and manually create brand-new fields ourselves, Zani realized.

Although Zani let his thoughts run wild, his main focus was still on devouring the delicious food placed in front of him. Suddenly, he paused, noticing the distinct lack of a certain presence.

It is very quiet today. Wait... where is Elisi?

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Meanwhile, somewhere far away from the humble Dojo.

Inside a pristine, brilliantly illuminated white hall, five figures sat around a large, circular stone table.

"How is the boy doing?" one of the figures asked, his voice echoing in the vast space.

"He has finally gained consciousness. He is quite terrified currently," another replied smoothly.

"Let him adjust to his surroundings a bit before we begin his studies."

"Hmm."

Out of the five individuals present, only two were speaking. The other three sat with their eyes closed, quietly murmuring to themselves, mechanically repeating the exact same word with every single breath.

Only when the ongoing conversation ceased did another figure speak up.

"Are you sure he will find the other requirements necessary for breaking the bottleneck?"

"He personally may not. But his descendants surely will," another answered. "After all, he has the blood of the Saints within his veins. The Saints were the only humans to ever successfully break into the next realm. Even just the small, fragmented teachings left behind by them have allowed us to extend our lifespans by more than a dozen centuries."

The records left by the Saints detail the limitations placed upon pure-blooded humans. These fatal limitations are the Core Spiritual Disease, the Five Misguided Senses, and the Structural Illusions.

Hearing this, the only woman seated at the table suddenly stood up, her expression turning terrifyingly cold.

"We only possess knowledge of the Five Misguided Senses thus far," the woman stated sharply before turning around, her luxurious robes flowing behind her as she walked toward the exit. "I do not want to hear you fools talking about discovering the other requirements when you have not even gained control over the ones we already know!"

The remaining people in the hall hung their heads in shame after she left before immediately closing their eyes and intensely concentrating on their breathing again, returning to their inaudible, repetitive chanting.

After walking down a long, silent corridor, the woman entered another room.

Inside, five glowing stone slabs floated silently in midair.

"The Five Misguided Senses."

"The Disease of Lust: Like an elephant. A being who is easily tricked by the fake image of a female, falling blindly into the trap set by the hunter."

"The Disease of Sight and Beauty: Like a moth. A being who is so hopelessly attracted to the mesmerizing beauty of a flame that it flies directly into it, burning itself to ash."

"The Disease of Sound: Like a deer. A being who is easily distracted by a sweet, enchanting melody, stopping its movement only to be effortlessly shot by the hunter."

"The Disease of Taste and Tongue: Like a fish. A being who is fatally lured to its death by the taste of a small piece of meat hanging on a hook."

"The Disease of Smell: Like a bumblebee. A being so thoroughly intoxicated by the sweet fragrance of a flower that it willingly sits inside the petals until it is swallowed whole."

The woman sighed deeply after reading them.

No matter how many times she studies the text or tries to draw new philosophical relations between what is written and human nature, she simply cannot say her deduction is absolutely correct.

Although forcefully gaining emotional detachment by utilizing our power is very easy, that hollow state cannot be maintained permanently, she thought, her eyes tracing the glowing runes. Even if we could, the devastating price we must pay is far more severe than simply diluting our bloodlines with other races.

All they desperately desired was to simply gain freedom from these heavenly limitations. To broke this bottleneck that does not allow pure blooded humans to ascend to the next realm.

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The Royal Palace.

A young girl hurried along the corridor, desperately trying to reach her destination as fast as possible.

KNOCK.

KNOCK.

The heavy doors creaked open, and a maid peered out from the crack. "Yes?"

"I have news related to that place!" the young girl gasped, clutching a parchment to her chest.

"You are late. Her Highness is no longer interested in that matter. Go away," the maid replied coldly.

"Oh... okay." The girl could only clench her fists in bitter disappointment, crushing the message. She had just lost an opportunity to earn the Royals' favor.

She turned away to leave, but before she could take a single step, a suffocating presence wrapped around her throat, and a cold whisper echoed into her ear from behind.

"Make sure not to speak a word that might bring harm upon you."

"Y-Yes!" the girl stammered, her face draining of all color as she fled the corridor in terror.

The maid watched her run before silently closing the doors.

"Her Highness will be angry if she finds out you threatened a cute girl like that," a colleague commented from inside the room, clearly displeased with the method she had used.

The maid could only shake her head and return to her chores. The nature of their mistress was slowly rubbing off on the entire staff around her. She just hope they would not develop the same taste as her.

On the Borders of the Grains City Territory.

A petite figure stood gracefully balanced on the high branch of a towering tree, her dark cloak fluttering in the wind as she watched the spectacle unfolding down below.

"Mistress, should we intervene and help them?" another cloaked figure gracefully appeared next to the girl, dropping to one knee in subservience.

"Let us wait a little while longer," the Princess replied, an amused smile playing on her lips.

Down in the open, a desperate fight for survival was ongoing. Governor Salam and Mayor Chaao had originally marched out to execute a hit-and-run guerrilla tactic, aiming to harass the Digger Gang and buy time for the imperial reinforcements. However, they were currently trapped in an encirclement.

"Damn you, Nija! You damn traitor!" Governor Salam yelled with anger and frustration, while swinging his blade to deflect the arrows aimed toward them.

"Hehehe. Governor Salam, I am certainly not a traitor. You cannot casually slander me like that," Nija mocked. The bald secretary stood safe behind a thick wall of heavily armed bandits. "We are simply business partners."

Governor Salam groaned in agony as a sneak arrow pierced his thigh, bringing him to one knee.

I completely understand now, Salam cursed inwardly, his eyes burning with hatred. We were played from the very start. The previous Governor was not the mastermind; he was just a naive fool who got kicked out. The real person cooperating with the bandits was always him... the secretary!

"Do not worry, Governor," Nija laughed heartily, his voice dripping with venom. "I am getting a massive sum of money this time. Perhaps I will even generously donate some of it to the Empire under your name. That will make you a kind, noble soul that the people will always remember! So, please... die without any worries now! Hahahaha!"

Nija's boisterous laughter echoed across the battlefield, making the bandits around him grin along.

BOOM.

The laughter abruptly ceased.

A terrifying impact struck the earth, throwing up a cloud of dust and making every single person on the battlefield stop fighting, their heads snapping toward the epicenter of the deafening noise.

Nija, the man who had just been gloating a mere second earlier, was now half-buried into the earth. From the grotesque explosion of blood and bone around him, anyone could see he was beyond dead.

Standing directly behind the crushed corpse was a towering, muscled woman. Her heavy boot rested casually on Nija's mangled shoulder, making it clear that she had literally dropped from the sky to stomp a 2nd Stage martial artist into a bloody paste.

The sheer physical prowess of an Immortal completely defies mortal comprehension.

"Who... who exactly are you?!"

In a terrifying moment where everyone else was too paralyzed by fear to even breathe, a brave bandit stepped forward with a trembling sword to ask the question.

"You do not possess the necessary qualifications to know anything about us."

Another woman descended from the sky, replied the man as she landing lightly on the bulky woman's right side. This was immediately followed by a third woman landing on the left. "We are simply here to kill you all."

Lastly, a cloaked figure gracefully floated down from the towering trees, landing softly behind the three Immortals.

"Do it," she ordered softly.

"Yes, my lady!" all three women replied respectfully.

BOOM.

The bulky woman kicked Nija's mangled corpse with terrifying kinetic force, sending the dead weight flying like a cannonball, which knocked down three mounted bandits. Then she charged forward like a rampaging beast, with the other two blurring into motion right behind her.

Only then did the petite figure slowly pull back her hood, fully revealing her face and clearing the lingering doubts in the hearts of the surviving officials.

"The Eldest Princess! Governor, we are saved!" Mayor Chaao cheered, his voice cracking with relief.

"Damn it! What is she doing here?!" Leader Digger roared, his face draining of all color. "That incompetent fool Nija swore the royals would only send reinforcements tomorrow!"

He could only wildly grit his teeth as his men were instantly massacred like helpless sheep.

"Retreat! Run for your lives!" Leader Digger screamed.

He immediately abandoned his own men, whipping his horse to bolt in the opposite direction to preserve his own life. He knew the chances of survival were microscopically small but he still tried his best.

He could only blame his own luck as he ran. He had waited, schemed, and planned everything from the shadows. Everything was supposed to go perfectly. He had no idea where the plans had derailed.

"EARTH SPEAR!"

A sharp shout echoed from not far behind him.

The ground violently erupted. A massive, jagged spike of solid earth shot upward directly beneath his horse, instantly impaling the beast.

THUD.

Leader Digger desperately leaped from the saddle at the very last moment, crashing crudely into the dirt to save his life. He scrambled backward, only to see the bulky woman standing just a few paces away, effortlessly raising a massive war hammer forged entirely out of condensed earth.

"Eldest Princess Anne!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.

The heavy stone hammer stopped a mere inch from his sweating face.

"You wish to say something?"

The hammer was slowly pulled away, allowing the bandit leader to see the Princess standing leisurely at the far end of his vision.

"Yes! Please spare me!" Leader Digger begged, instantly dropping to his knees and slamming his forehead against the dirt. "I will work for you! I will gladly be your loyal dog! Just do not kill me!"

Hearing his desperate pleas, Princess Anne slowly walked forward, stopping only when she stood directly in front of his trembling form. She had deliberately closed the distance to ensure the surviving officials could not hear the coming conversation.

Meanwhile, this short pause gave Digger enough time to catch his breath.

I can survive this. I just need to say the right things, Digger thought frantically, his mind racing to find a way out of the predicament. This is not the first time I have groveled to save my own skin. Today will be no different!

But his fragile hopes were instantly and violently crushed.

"Do you truly think I am like my brother?" Princess Anne asked, her voice dripping with amusement.

"How did you know...?" Digger choked, his eyes widening in horror.

"Trust me, you do not want to know the answer to that," Anne smiled brilliantly. "And I do not need dogs. What I need are bitches."

SPLASH.

The hammer swung in an arc, leaving a headless corpse behind.

The infamous Digger Gang, a syndicate that had terrified the empire's citizens for years, was casually exterminated in a single afternoon. When news of this massacre eventually spreads, it will undoubtedly shake many people to their core.

But for now, there will be no leaks until the next month. Princess Anne has ordered total silence, primarily because she has not yet finished the main agenda for her leave from the palace.

"Now then... Governor Salam and Mayor Chaao," Princess Anne smiled sweetly, turning toward the officials. "Let us have a very serious talk."

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[Question: Guess why does Princess Anne wants to visit dojo:

A. She misses her brother.

B. She is curious about the dojo itself.

C. She just wants to see her Sister-in-law.

D. She is really interested in her Sister-in-law.

E. She wants to discuss something with Zani.]

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All six surviving men, including Mayor Chaao and Governor Salam, dropped to their knees the moment the young lady turned toward them.

"Remember, you did not see me here today," Princess Anne commanded, her voice icy and absolute. "Only these three women came for your rescue."

"Y-yes, Your Highness," they stammered in unison.

Although the officials did not know exactly why they must maintain such secrecy, an order from royalty is absolute. Since the Princess commanded it, they would obey without question.

"One more thing, Governor Salam," Anne added, her tone lightening slightly. "You are officially invited to the New Year's Eve banquet at the Royal Palace. Since you are keeping a secret for me, let me give you a hint. Think of a good surname before you arrive."

Flipping her hair, she turned her back to them and gestured for her guards to follow.

"Let's go."

SWOOSH.

By the time the officials dared to lift their heads, all four women had vanished from sight.

"They are gone?"

"So... the Digger Gang is truly no more..."

"Governor, what should we do now?" Chaao asked, his voice trembling.

"Let's move to Grains City to rest first," Salam ordered, slowly pushing himself up from the blood-soaked ground.

"Yes, Sir."

They departed shortly after, leaving the mangled corpses of the bandits for the wild animals to feast upon. Naturally, they packed up all the important items, such as the remains of their fallen comrades, the severed heads of the enemy officers, and all the weapons, horses, and valuables.

On the ride back, Salam could not help but wonder exactly why he was receiving a surname bestowal. In this empire, royals divided into branch families constantly fight tooth and nail for Governorships just to ensure they are not stripped of their existing surnames. Ordinary officials like them do not possess the qualifications to earn a new one.

I certainly do not deserve such an honor, not yet, Salam thought, his grip tightening on the reins. Could it be because of the mysterious backer behind the Iron Core?

He sucked in a sharp breath of cold air. To think that backer was truly such an influential figure...

In reality, he was overthinking it. The Emperor was simply using the intelligence provided in Salam's letter as a convenient pretense to justify the annihilation of the Digger Gang. Giving the Governor far more credit than he deserved solely because of the things written in Deol's letter.

Big Wheat Village.

"Mistress, is he really the same Third Prince?"

"That is what this stupid artifact is saying," Princess Anne replied, lowering the glowing, bangle-like object from her eye level.

The three guards standing around her wore the exact same dumbfounded expressions as their mistress.

What exactly happened to my brain-dead brother? Anne thought, completely bewildered.

Currently, they stood concealed on the high roof of the Iron Core Pavilion, looking down at the adjacent construction site. The tournament venue was undergoing a massive upgrade. Down in the center, Ethan (Deol) was giving a detailed overview of the project to a group of laborers, meticulously pointing at complex blueprints and heavily annotated notes.

"Is the artifact damaged?"

"It should not be possible."

The guards were highly doubtful, carefully examining the glowing bangle. To think a person who previously never hesitated before doing something reckless would suddenly turn into a diligent, meticulous scholar... they could not even describe the sheer absurdity of it.

Who even writes down what someone says to them during a casual discussion? Anne thought, watching her brother scribble notes on a parchment. Can he simply not remember it?

"Mistress, the artifact is working perfectly-"

"Shut up, I do not care," Anne hissed, cutting the guard off. "We must observe him some more. Do not let anyone see us."

"Yes, my lady."

Silently, they shadowed his every move throughout the entire day.

By sunset, their patience had worn thin.

"That idiot! Did he fool us?!" Anne growled under her breath. "I did not see him talking to any girl for more than a minute, much less lovingly! He is only working and working! Going from one project to another, and then training his body in the little free time he has!"

"Mistress, he did go inside the Dojo's Main Hall during lunchtime," one of the guards offered, casually eating an apple as she spoke.

Princess Anne was already furious. Hearing her guard defend her brother made her snap. She snatched the carefully cut fruit and threw it right back at her.

"That was to eat lunch! What the heck can a man possibly do during lunch?!"

She paused, a horrifying realization suddenly dawning on her.

Wait... don't tell me my supposed sister-in-law was the one who made that lunch for him, and that is the love he speaks of? Anne thought, her eye twitching violently. Is he delusional?!

Frustrated, she could not take the suspense anymore. She decided to change her approach to the investigation. Although doing so would break her promise to their mother, she could no longer control her burning curiosity.

On the other side of the village.

After a full day of grief, Elisi had finally come clean to her parents about her brother's departure. Her parents were devastated, and she had stayed by their side to keep them company throughout the entire day. Tomorrow, they would bid him their final farewell.

Currently, Elisi was on her way to inform Master Zani about the situation. It would be good if he could attend, but more importantly, she needed to request a personal leave of absence.

As she neared the iron gates of the Gym, she immediately noticed a heated commotion.

"What do you mean I cannot go in? Do you know who I am?!"

"Let us through! We will only be here for a day. We are leaving this village tomorrow!"

"We will pay triple what the other disciples are handing you! Do you understand that?! Call your boss!"

"Madam, please..."

"No, it is not like that..."

The back-and-forth arguments had become so chaotic that the passing spectators could not even make sense of the scene. Through the crowd, Elisi saw three wealthy-looking girls aggressively pushing their way toward the gates, while a fourth girl stood silently behind them.

Elisi's gaze locked onto the quiet girl in the back.

Is that...?

Her blood ran cold.

That thieving bitch. What is she doing here?! Elisi screamed in her mind.

Although the girl was thoroughly disguised, Elisi could identify that look anywhere. Those cold, calculating eyes... eyes that only lit up for women.

She should not be here. Not this early, Elisi thought, her heart pounding furiously against her ribs. It seems that in this timeline, more things have changed than I can account for.

She had sworn an oath to kill this anomaly the very first time she saw her, an event that should not have occurred for another eight years. At the current stage, she could not do a single thing to harm her.

But I absolutely will not let her inside, Elisi thought, her fists clenching tight. Nor will I let her meet Leo or Mahi.

Gritting her teeth, she pushed her way through the dense crowd.

"What is happening here?" she demanded, her voice carrying a sharp, authoritative edge.

The guards, who were visibly struggling to hold the wealthy intruders back, sighed in relief when they saw their Eldest Senior Sister arrive.

"Senior Elisi, please help us!" one of the guards pleaded, wiping sweat from his brow. "These people are being completely unreasonable."

Elisi offered a curt nod to the guards. Calmly, she stepped forward, placing herself directly in the path of the disguised women.

"You are not welcome here," Elisi stated coldly. "Leave."

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"How are the preparations going?" Zani asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I have finalized the finer details as per your request, and the invitations are also sent," Ethan replied.

"Good." Zani nodded proudly, satisfied with the work efficiency. "You can take the day off tomorrow. I will handle the few things that are left."

"Thank you, Master!" Ethan beamed, his expression brightening with genuine ecstasy.

For days now, Mahi's silent treatment had been suffocating him. She was still bitter over the incident, pointing out how he had ghosted her when she needed him most, and her frustration had finally escalated into ignoring his presence. Weighed down by guilt and desperate to mend their rift, Ethan struck upon a glimmer of hope when he overheard Leo reminiscing about a relaxing picnic.

I should try something similar, Ethan thought with hardened resolve. I need to mend this relationship before the New Year's Eve festival.

Knock! Knock!

Just as Ethan was about to exit the office, a rapid knocking echoed against the wooden door. Zani signaled for him to open it.

The guard standing outside was visibly caught off guard when the door opened, before he begin speaking through his heavy panting. "Master Zani, at the front gates... Senior Elisi!"

Meanwhile, out at the front gates, chaos had erupted.

"You rotten wretch, let me go! I will tear her apart! You will die today! I will kill you!!"

Huh. Elisi scoffed internally, crossing her arms as she watched the disguised princess being desperately held back by her own guards. To think this cold-blooded lunatic is so easily provoked. She really is just a child right now.

She was, in fact, thoroughly enjoying the dramatic show. She watched with a mocking smirk as the guards struggled to restrain the furious woman, leaving her with nothing to do but point and scream curses.

This was the exact same woman who, in the future, would sit upon the imperial throne, only to betray everyone and side with the Ancestor. The notoriously cold Princess Anne, who from birth possessed a composed, majestic bearing and a unique allure capable of wooing any woman's heart.

I can certainly see that very composed princess now, Elisi thought sarcastically.

"Huh, cheap prostitutes," Elisi sneered aloud, her voice dripping with venomous disdain as she added fuel to the already raging fire. "Acting all wealthy just to gain our dojo disciples' attention."

"THIS BITCH, DO YOU KNOW...!" Princess Anne could not take the humiliation anymore and shrieked with all her might. To think she would be pushed to such blinding fury by a mere girl!

But mid-sentence, one of her guards clamped a hand firmly over her mouth, refusing to let her continue. "Mistress, please calm down! You cannot reveal anything here!"

"Please, my lady," another guard pleaded in a frantic whisper. "His Highness the Emperor will surely find out about this if you drop any hints!"

"Let us just go," the third guard hissed, forcefully dragging her backward. "We will surely kidnap her tonight."

All three guards, themselves heavily disguised, were trying their absolute best to drag the thrashing princess away and forcefully calm her down.

"What is happening here?"

The chaotic arguments instantly ceased, and the surrounding crowd subconsciously parted, making a wide path as Zani stepped into the scene. In recent times, thanks to the dojo's prestige, he had gained a nearly divine reputation among the populace of Big Wheat Village.

"Elisi."

"Master Zani!" Elisi rigidly turned toward him. In the blink of an eye, her arrogant, mocking expression completely melted away, replaced by the pitiful, teary-eyed look of someone who had suffered a grievance.

"These women," Elisi said, pointing a trembling finger at the dumbfounded royal group. "They were speaking horribly about you, Master! I was only defending your reputation!"

You liar! Everyone in the crowd screamed in their minds, but they were far too stunned by the girl's acting skills to voice their thoughts aloud. Was such a shameless transformation even humanly achievable?

"Elisi, we heard everything on the way here." Ethan, standing right beside Zani, could not help but shake his head in pity. Finally, the day when this gluttonous demon is slain has arrived, he thought, fully expecting his Master to ruthlessly discipline her.

"Elisi, to my office. Now," Zani commanded, his tone uncompromisingly stern.

At his sharp order, Elisi could only drop her head in defeat and obediently walk inside.

She has messed up again, Elisi thought as she took small steps forward. That last remark was entirely unnecessary. It seems the loss of my brother has done more harm than it appears on the surface. I am losing my cool head and making dumb, irrational blunders.

After watching her retreat, Zani turned his gaze toward the women. "And you young women, my dojo is no longer accepting any disciples. You can go now."

"But I..."

Before Princess Anne could begin to argue that they merely wanted a tour of the grounds, Zani had already turned his back on them. He was simply no longer interested in continuing the pointless argument.

As the dojo master walked away, the gathered crowd also started dispersing, leaving the tense scene behind.

Standing in the settling dust, Princess Anne felt it again, that cold, suffocating feeling of being unimportant.

Then, she saw him. Her brother was looking directly toward them.

Are we discovered? she panicked internally as Ethan began walking purposefully in their direction.

But to her bewilderment, he walked right past them, completely ignoring their presence, and smoothly hugged a girl from behind.

"Mahi," Ethan murmured warmly.

"Stupid Ethan. Humph!" Mahi instantly snapped, trying to squirm out of his embrace.

"Hey, are you still mad at me?"

"..."

"Talk with me. Did you know I asked Master for a holiday tomorrow?"

Mahi paused, glancing back at him. "For me too?"

"What?" Ethan blinked, confused.

"Dumb Ethan! I do not have a holiday tomorrow, so let go of me!"

Princess Anne stood frozen in silence, watching as the young couple bickered and walked back inside the dojo, completely disappearing from sight.

"Let us go," Anne finally ordered, letting out a long breath.

"Yes, Mistress."

The guards breathed a collective sigh of relief and hurriedly followed her out of the village. They had ultimately fulfilled their core mission for coming here, so they began their return journey toward the capital. After all, the news of the Princess sneaking out of the royal palace to check on her brother was known to a select few, and it absolutely could not reach the Emperor's ears.

Although Anne was still seething with rage at that little brat named Elisi, she could not risk exposing her brother's disguise just to seek petty revenge. Besides, the vast majority of her foul mood had already evaporated after seeing Mahi.

Oh, my sweet little sister-in-law, Anne thought, a highly amused smile touching her lips.

Meanwhile, back inside the office, Zani had just taken his seat when Elisi suddenly threw out a heavy statement.

"Master Zani, tomorrow we are bidding my little brother a final farewell. Will you attend the ceremony?"

The words completely caught him off guard. He had never seen the energetic Elisi look so utterly broken and defeated before.

"Your little brother..." Zani murmured, his heart aching for the girl. "I am very sorry for your loss, Elisi. I will try my best to be present at the ceremony."

A long, awkward silence followed.

Looking at her lowered head, Zani simply could not bring himself to start a harsh conversation regarding the chaotic mess she had just caused at the front gates. He thought of offering a few disciplinary statements, but every time he opened his mouth, the words caught in his throat.

He was afraid that he would not be able to comfort her if she suddenly started crying, or worse, if the scolding brought her grief bubbling back to the surface.

So, after a prolonged quiet, he spoke a gently. "How many holidays do you want?"

"A week," Elisi replied softly, her voice devoid of its usual cheeky vigor. "I will be going to a temple to pray with my parents."

"Okay. I will let someone else handle your duties."

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[If Zani has used Talen Evaluation eye at font door, would his expression be any different?]

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Note: I am halfway done with polishing, if you are re-reading you might have noticed some changes like change in lowest grade from 9th grade to 1st grade.
Although no major plot change have happened yet. I will be adding some action moments into the later chapters volume 1.

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[Pind_Ala]

The day everyone had been eagerly waiting for finally arrived.

New Year's Eve.

Unlike the previous year, when most of the Big Wheat Village residents had traveled to Grains City to celebrate the festival, a completely different scene unfolded this time.

The entire village was glowing like a sea of lights. The night market was vibrant, packed with people wearing colorful new clothes, their breath pluming in the crisp winter air. Then there was the main attraction, the tournament venue.

Zani had once again orchestrated something phenomenal.

"Let's go, the event is about to start!"

"So beautiful, the whole venue is decorated so colorfully."

"Mommy, I want that candy..."

The venue, which had been nothing more than a bare, unadorned wooden structure when it first opened to the public during the blacksmith tournament, was exceptionally breathtaking tonight.

Although only the central stage had been fully renovated, the seating areas were draped in elegant, festive cloth. The sky above was painted red by hundreds of floating lanterns, making the massive structure stand out brilliantly against the dark night.

Since entry was free and open to everyone, the stands had filled up much earlier than anticipated.

As the scheduled time drew near, snow began to fall from the heavens.

Hoooo.

A soft, trembling note from a bamboo flute pierced the air. It sounded like a lone bird braving the winter snow. The haunting melody instantly silenced the massive crowd, drawing every eye toward the stage.

The heavy curtains that had obstructed the audience's view for so long slowly lifted.

Zheng.

The gentle, lingering pluck of a guqin string resonated, and the performers finally came into view.

"A hundred years is just a falling leaf," a warm, steady voice carried across the silent venue. "A mortal life is but a fleeting breath."

The singer closed his eyes, pouring raw emotion into the words. "They climb the clouds to run away from grief. But I would gladly walk to death, if it means being with thee."

Thud.

A slow, single beat of a leather drum echoed like the steady rhythm of a beating heart.

"Let fate draw lines we aren't supposed to cross. Let karmic winds rewrite our destiny. I care not for the ages or the loss..."

Thud-thud! Zheng-zheng-zheng!

The tempo quickened. The drum beat like a rising storm, and the strings cascaded in a rapid, desperate rhythm, perfectly matching both the song's rising intensity and the audience's swelling emotions.

"Just stand by me!" The singer's voice rose, thick with raw, unwavering devotion. "If fate demands our end, I'll break the pen! Just stand by me! For you, I'd fight the heavens and the realm of men!"

The music swelled further, not with wrath, but with a fierce, blinding passion. The drum thundered, and the flute pierced the cold air, carrying a love so deep it defied the natural laws.

"No divine decree can tear our hands apart. My only cultivation is this beating heart!"

The flurry of notes peaked, then instantly vanished. The drum stopped.

Only the falling snow remained in the breathless silence.

The singer exhaled softly. When he sang the final line, it was a fragile, tender whisper.

"For I just want to live in tranquility... With you... For eternity."

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

The entire venue roared with deafening applause and praises the moment the song ended.

Astonishingly, these performers had never played in front of such a massive crowd before. They were merely a loose group of musicians who usually worked at expensive tea shops or restaurants to make a living.

Since Zani could not hire the best, who had all gone to perform at the capital, he had made do with them. So, when they performed so well even he was genuinely surprised and applauded.

"Woohoo, I am sorry my love... sob."

Up in the stands reserved exclusively for the Iron Core, Julian was crying loudly, completely breaking down and making everyone around him uncomfortable.

Nearby, Ethan and Mahi were openly showing their affection, deeply moved by the romantic ballad.

Some of the bolder youths in the crowd were stealing covert glances toward their crushes.

"What are you looking at?!" Peda snapped when a fellow disciple dared to glance toward his sister.

Such happenings were common, leaving the bitter singles groaning throughout the stands.

A few solo performances followed, which were also highly enjoyable. Toward the end, the audience was given the chance to step up to the stage. A brave few did, and the grand event finally concluded amidst boundless joy and laughter.

Following the public spectacle, a small, private party was held inside the Iron Core Dojo to celebrate the new year. During the feast, Zani delivered a heartfelt speech, wishing everyone prosperity and luck, and officially announced a five-day holiday just like the previous year.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in the Imperial Capital. Earth Dragon City

Inside the Royal Palace, the New Year's celebrations were still ongoing and would continue well until morning.

"You are Governor Salam. I have heard a lot about you."

"Your Highness."

After the important guests had their fill, the Governor finally got his chance to greet His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor himself. Inwardly, Salam was practically trembling with thrill.

"It is an honor to know that you recognize this humble servant," He bowed deeply.

"Hahaha, no need to be so modest," the Emperor laughed heartily. "Many people here are talking about you today. The man who helped annihilate the Digger Gang. You have done the Empire a great service, Governor."

"Y-yes, Your Majesty. Thank you."

Salam nodded proudly, though a cold sweat pricked his back when the Emperor praised him for a feat he absolutely had not done. The Eldest Princess already warned me to act natural earlier today, Salam thought, keeping his smile perfectly steady. This is definitely happening because of that hidden Immortal backing the gym. To think he possesses the influence to make even the Emperor sing my praises!

"Governor Salam, this way, please. Your Highness, it is time."

Salam was still deep in his internal monologue when a court lady addressed him, pointing toward a designated place for him to stand.

So, it is beginning, he thought, hurriedly taking his position.

Halfway into the royal banquet, it is tradition for the Emperor to deliver a grand speech marking the New Year. After this address, guests are officially permitted to leave the venue at any time.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

The Emperor's speech was quite lengthy, meticulously detailing the major events that had occurred throughout the year. He sprinkled a few lighthearted jokes in between to maintain a joyous mood. Finally, the extermination of the infamous Digger Gang was officially announced, instantly making Governor Salam the center of attention.

He immediately dropped to one knee, bowing his head to show his fealty.

The Emperor nodded to himself when he looked down at the kneeling Governor. "You are hereby granted the imperial permission to bear a surname. Have you thought of one yet?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," Salam replied, his voice echoing with gratitude. "Faust."

"Then rise, Salam Faust," the Emperor declared, his booming voice washing over the grand hall.

[A/N: Salam Faust – Peace the Fortunate]

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[Pind_Ala]

Pure-blooded Human base

"Happy New Year, Shura. That is your name, right?"

"Yes," a weak voice replied.

"So, you are thirteen now," the woman said, offering a gentle smile as she tried to keep the conversation going.

But to her disappointment, the boy went back to ignoring her. She could only smile bitterly and take her leave, gently reminding him to finish his meal before resting.

Left alone, Shura stared blankly at the white ceiling. I miss them... Tears pricked his eyes as he remembered his family. Eventually, he cried himself to sleep.

Outside the room,

"He is still not opening up." The same woman stood respectfully before two men in white robes, delivering her report.

"Keep up the good work," one of the men replied.

With a slight bow, she murmured, "Take care, Supreme Elders," and swiftly took her leave.

Left by themselves, the two elders started walking down the brightly lit hall, quietly muttering a word with each breath.

"Hiroko and the other two are foolish to think they can make use of the boy by teaching him," one elder complained after they had walked some distance. "Hmph. He is thirteen. He has long passed the optimal age and is already tainted with the five diseases."

"So, you also think my idea of him having descendants early is the better path?" the other replied, mildly surprised to find support for his controversial view.

"Let us pressure them in the next meeting."

"Agreed."

Iron Core Dojo

Julian worked alone in the kitchen, meticulously preparing lunch for the few people still remaining in the dojo.

"So, it is just the two of us like last year, huh, Julian?"

Zani strolled into the room, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at a small table near the dividing counter.

"What about Mahi and Ethan?" Julian asked without pausing his knife work.

"They went to the mountains for a picnic."

Julian's hands stilled. He looked back at Zani, his face a picture of pure confusion. "I know, I know," Zani laughed, waving a hand dismissively. "Yes, they went despite the snow. Haaa, hopeless little couple."

A faint, nostalgic smile touched Julian's lips. "I think it is alright to be a little hopeless when in love."

"Whatever you say. So, is the food ready?"

"Just a moment."

Time seemed to crawl, with everything in the world placed on hold for the five-day New Year festival. For the first time in a long while, Zani could truly feel the slow passage of time.

Two days later.

"There was no revenue from the New Year's Eve performance we organized. But it covered all its own costs, including the celebration party afterward. So, I would say it was a success."

Ethan, Mahi, and Zani were busy organizing old reports in the office when Zani suddenly asked for their analysis of the recent event's expenses.

"Is that all, Ethan?" Zani asked, nodding slightly before shifting his gaze. "Now then, Mahi. Why were the earnings so low?"

"I think... it is because most of the audience was local," Mahi replied thoughtfully. "They did not buy much food or merchandise while they were inside the venue."

"Correct," Zani said with a smile. "Then, the last question for you two: will we earn anything next year?"

"I think so..." Mahi murmured.

"Yes, we definitely will," Ethan replied with confidence.

"No, incorrect." Zani chuckled at their dumbfounded expressions before explaining the reason to them. "Next year, we will try to invite the best performers available. As time goes on, our Iron Core family will keep increasing, meaning a massive increase in party expenses too. Lastly, the venue has a maximum capacity. So next year, just like this one, we will only be able to break even."

After hearing his explanation, the two youths fell into deep thought, their brows furrowing as they considered the problem.

"Don't stress over it," Zani said, amused at their reaction. "I never intended to earn anything from this event. It is all purely to increase our establishment's prestige in the region."

"Understood, Master," they chorused.

"Hmm, so where were we? Yes, currently we only have two ongoing projects: the Beast Carriage project and the Venue Upgrade project."

They spent the rest of the time organizing the office, carefully putting away the old documents in their proper places so they could start the year with everything in order.

Two days later, it was the final day of the holiday. Normal dojo operations would resume the following morning.

Zani, along with his two disciples, stepped out of the main gates.

Although Zani had originally wanted to bring Julian along, the head chef had flatly refused, insisting that he wanted to continue practicing his knife skills. The man was still training even during the only five days off he had all year.

This is a very strange custom of this world, Zani thought, looking around the bustling village. For the five days following New Year, everyone takes a holiday. No matter their occupation or position, everyone returned home to spend time with their families.

Still pondering over it, Zani continued walking. Just as the trio was about to leave the village perimeter, a familiar voice called out.

"Master Zani! Where are you going?"

Turning around, they saw Elisi walking alongside her parents. After warmly greeting them, the lively eldest disciple decided to abandon her family and happily tag along.

Two hours later, they finally reached their destination at the base of the Brown Earth Mountains.

"So, this is the waterfall," Zani murmured, looking up at the roaring cascade. Despite having purchased this land months ago, it was his first time actually making the trip to see it.

"Yes, Master. This hill and the two adjacent ones all belong to us," Elisi explained proudly. As the person solely responsible for all the dojo's dealings with the local hunters, she was very familiar with the geography of the Brown Earth Mountains.

"I originally only wanted to buy one hill," Zani chuckled, remembering the bizarre transaction. "But Mayor Chaao later came to inform me that all three are technically part of a 'pack' or something, and then practically begged me to take the other two as a gift. Hahaha."

Zani still remembered how Chaao had desperately made all kinds of ridiculous excuses, claiming the hills simply could not bear to stay apart under different owners.

Standing beside him, Elisi could only force a bright smile while violently cursing the incompetent Mayor for not even fulfilling his part of the deal cleanly.

It was I who asked him to secretly gift the other hills to the dojo! Elisi grumbled in her mind. It was meant to be the compensation for her little brother, a compensation the Mayor's Manor was all too eager to fulfill.

"Let's go up the hill some more," Zani suggested, stepping forward. "Maybe we will be able to spot it from up there."

"What exactly are we looking for, Master?" Ethan asked, trailing slightly behind.

Initially, he had assumed this trip was merely to sightsee and enjoy the snow. But now, it seemed Zani had a very specific goal in mind.

"We are looking for a valley," Zani replied, his eyes scanning the frost-covered terrain.

"A valley?"

"Ohhh, a valley! I know all the valleys around these parts!" Elisi clapped her hands, keeping her expression perfectly natural. But inwardly, she realized what this meant. That time has finally arrived, huh? I knew it.

"Let's see," Zani mused, rubbing his chin. "A valley that serves as a natural entry point into the mountain would be best. And it must be situated inside the land we already own."

"I know just the place," Elisi grinned, gesturing ahead. "Come this way..."

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[Pind_Ala]

[Place Valley of Trials here?]

[Yes / No]

"Yes," Zani murmured.

[Laying the formation. Connecting it to the Host...]

The four of them stood at the mouth of a valley they had already traversed four times that morning. Zani had wanted to be absolutely certain this was the perfect location, pacing back and forth and making his three disciples tag along for multiple exhausting round trips.

Turning his back to the group now, Zani faced the open valley and casually waved a hand. Instantly, a thick, unnatural fog poured out of thin air, swallowing the trees in an impenetrable white veil.

"Why is there such thick fog suddenly?" Ethan asked, taking a hesitant step back.

"It should be noon right now, shouldn't it?" Mahi added, looking up at the obscured sky.

"Worry not," Zani said smoothly, turning to face them with his hands clasped behind his back. "This is a formation at work."

"A formation?" Mahi echoed. Aside from Zani, she was the only one hearing this term for the first time.

"I myself do not know much about its origins, except that it already existed within this valley and I possess the method to activate it," Zani explained, maintaining the mystery. He then shifted the conversation before they could question what he said. "From this day forward, it will be used to check whether someone is loyal to the Iron Core Dojo or not."

Sweeping his piercing gaze over the three youths, he posed a heavy question. "Tell me. What should we do with those who fail this trial? Those who are not loyal?"

Ethan was still reeling from the sudden manifestation of the fog. Is this the same kind of array I read about in the royal libraries? he thought, his heart pounding. But only a Cultivator should be able to command a formation!

He was so immersed in his chaotic internal monologue that he only registered Zani's question when Elisi abruptly answered it. Her chilling words made him snap his head up and stare wide-eyed at the demon.

"We should kill them, Master," Elisi stated flatly.

Even Zani was visibly taken aback by her sheer bluntness. "I think that is a bit too much, Elisi."

"Not at all," she countered without a shred of hesitation. "If a person is not loyal to the faction they swore to join, they are a hidden threat. The Imperial law cannot save them, regardless of whether they are a mortal or a martial artist."

"Elisi..." Mahi whispered, looking at her senior sister in horror. Has this girl finally lost her mind?

Hearing her logic, Zani actually paused to consider it. During all his meticulous planning on how to handle the aftermath of the trial, he hadn't thought about executions at all. But now, pondering the harsh realities of the martial world, her words made terrifying sense. If a core or inner disciple proved disloyal and was simply allowed to walk away with their secrets, it would inevitably lead to disastrous consequences.

Should I actually kill them? Zani wondered, a cold sweat pricking his back.

"Master, if it truly is a trial as you say, then let the three of us attempt it first," Elisi volunteered, side-eyeing Ethan, who swallowed audibly.

I don't even know if my true loyalty lies with the Iron Core or the Empire! Ethan panicked internally, his face turning pale. Will I really be killed by Master if I fail?!

He hesitated, his feet glued to the earth. But then, a soft, warm hand firmly grasped his own and gently pulled him forward.

Mahi.

Watching the young couple start walking, Zani pushed his dark thoughts aside. He sat down cross-legged on a nearby rock as his three disciples marched into the dense fog.

How long will this illusion last? Zani thought, staring into the swirling white mist. I really hope they all pass...

Half an hour drifted by in heavy, suffocating silence.

Suddenly, the translucent blue interface flickered to life in his vision.

[Elisi passed the trial.]

[Deol Earth passed the trial.]

[Mahi Aranea passed the trial.]

"What the actual-" Zani clamped a hand over his mouth.

Did I just curse out loud? No, keep your cool. Try to understand this rationally.

"Yes, Zani. Take a deep breath. Haaaaa..." He muttered, pep-talking himself with his eyes squeezed shut until his racing heart finally began to settle.

Opening his eyes again, he saw that the System messages were still hovering mockingly in the air.

"Ssssss~" he exhaled sharply through his teeth.

Am I losing my mind? he thought, rubbing his temples. So, little Leo was not the only one. Just how many damn big shots are hiding inside my dojo?!

He thought back to all the numerous tasks he had forced them to do, and the harsh scolding.

He had never heard of the surname 'Aranea'. Were they high-ranking nobles? Or perhaps an Immortal lineage? But while Mahi's heritage was a mystery, he absolutely knew the horrifying weight of the surname 'Earth'. That was the Imperial Family. His cowardly, perpetually stressed disciple Ethan was actually Deol Earth, the Third Prince of the Empire!

When did this happen?!

But the most disturbing and incomprehensible fact of all was staring him right in the face: these figures were genuinely loyal to the Iron Core.

Wait. Am I actually some kind of hidden expert and I just don't know it yet? he mused wildly. No, let's not go down that rabbit hole. I absolutely must not let them know that I know their true identities. If they realize I know who they really are, they'll wonder how I found out. How am I supposed to explain that? I must act normal!

"Thinking about it... is everyone with the 'Talented' tag a hidden young master in disguise?" Zani wondered aloud, shaking his head at the sheer absurdity of what he thought.

"Master Zani~"

A cheerful voice broke his trance. Elisi was the first to emerge from the fog, skipping toward him with a cheeky smile, as if trying to hide her amusement over something she had seen.

Why is she smiling like that? No, don't overthink it. Just act normal.

"Elisi. So, you are out," Zani said, quickly adjusting his robes and adopting his usual stoic posture.

"Yes," she nodded. "But I don't know if I passed or failed."

"I got- I mean, I can tell. You passed," Zani corrected himself smoothly.

"Oh, sweet!"

"What about us, Master?"

Mahi and Deol stepped out of the mist a moment later. Both of them looked at him with expectation and uncertainty.

"You all did," Zani confirmed with a warm, reassuring smile.

"Alright! I told you we would, didn't I?!" Mahi cheered. She jumped with joy and tightly hugged Deol.

The disguised prince could only smile awkwardly as he patted her back. Deep down, he was having a violent existential crisis, wondering whether he should rejoice at surviving, or bitterly lament the fact that he had subconsciously shifted his loyalty from the Imperial Crown to a rural dojo.

Watching the happy couple for a moment, their innocent relief bringing a faint smile to Zani's face. The bizarre revelations still lingered in the back of his mind, but he decided to push them aside for now. "So, what exactly did you see inside the array?"

"After walking into the fog for a while, I was forced to shut my eyes," Elisi replied, tilting her head thoughtfully. "Then I was in a dreamland. I found myself answering a bunch of weird questions I sometimes subconsciously think about. Like what to eat for dinner, or how to beat up a boy if he ever goes after Leo, and stuff like that." She giggled, clearly recalling an amusing scenario.

"Yes, it was incredibly realistic," Deol added, shuddering slightly. "It is only after we woke up from those visions that we realized what we had just lived through was a trial, and not reality. After that, we just walked a little further and found ourselves back out here."

And you exited in the exact same place you entered from... Zani noted mentally. I should have thought this through more before choosing a valley. He had originally planned to use the Valley of Trials as the sole gateway leading into his future sect. But it seemed the mechanics of this System's reward did not work as he though.

"Alright, let us head back," Zani announced, turning toward the village path.

"What about the trial?" Mahi asked, looking back at the swirling mist with deep concern. "Won't someone notice it if they wander up here?"

"Do not worry. The formation only activates when I am nearby and explicitly wish for it to operate," Zani reassured her smoothly.

With their anxieties settled, the group began their descent down the mountain.

For the entire journey back, Zani remained lost in his thought, agonizing over how to handle the terrifying truths he had just uncovered. Sometimes, ignorance truly is a blessing. Knowing their real identities meant he would now have to think twice before casually ordering to do any task.

Seeing their Master's silence, Deol and Mahi naturally assumed he was solemnly pondering the ethical dilemma of how to handle disciples who failed the loyalty test.

However, walking slightly behind him, Elisi watched his stiff posture with knowing eyes. Unlike the others, she knew exactly what was currently plaguing his mind. Sadly, she could not help him ease that burden.

Not yet.

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[Pind_Ala]

Today, as the disciples and staff finally returned from their holidays, Zani did not welcome them back. Instead, he led the massive crowd of nearly three hundred people directly to a valley filled with unnatural, swirling fog.

Julian looked toward Zani with a slightly nervous expression. "So, we need to pass this trial, or we will be kicked out?"

"Yes," Zani answered, turning to address the masses. "This trial will determine not only if you stay, but also if you become permanent members of the Iron Core family. Outer disciples and guards will be given a chance today to elevate their status to inner disciples. Staff from the Pavilion, the Forging Union, and the beast caretaker group will receive a salary increase and a promotion to permanent positions."

Zani then announced additional benefits the other groups would receive, pausing to let his words sink in before repeating his earlier warning. "However, those who fail will be kicked out."

The gathered crowd consisted of individuals holding important positions. Even the construction managers, elite hunters, and blacksmiths who are partners with Iron core were present. Zani had also considered inviting Roasty and the two honorable elders from the Forging Union, but he ultimately decided against it. If they ever discovered the trial's true purpose, it would permanently ruin his relationship with them.

Even now, the people standing before him only knew they had to walk into the fog and come out of it. They had no idea what the trial actually tested, firmly believing they would merely be dismissed if they failed.

Zani swept a final gaze across the crowd before fixing it on a specific veiled girl. "Leo, you do not need to go in. Come here." He then swept his hand toward the valley. "Everyone else, enter."

People slowly began walking toward the thick white mist, anxious murmurs rippling through their ranks.

"We finally have the opportunity to become inner disciples! I must pass this trial!"

"Promotion! Promotion! Here I come, baby!"

"It won't be anything dangerous, right?"

"Hey, Mom, is the Master serious about kicking us out?"

"I have done so much for the forging union..."

"This fog is unnatural. Could it be..."

"Pedi, I am hungry. Let us hurry."

One by one, they disappeared into the dense fog, leaving only a small group behind near the entrance.

Deol walked over and sat down beside Zani. "So, how are we going to handle the disloyal?" he asked.

"I will mark everyone as passed for now," Zani replied, keeping his voice low. "We will silently capture the disloyal ones later. There is no need to make the true purpose of this trial public."

"I like this approach, Master," Elisi chimed in cheerfully. Opening the wooden box she carried, she pulled out a batch of steaming buns. "Here, let us eat." She casually tossed one to everyone present, before happily hoarding the rest for herself and taking a massive bite.

"Hey! Leo bought those for everyone!" Mahi protested immediately. "How come you are eating the rest all by yourself?!"

Her complaints fell on deaf ears. Getting even a single bun was already a rare blessing born of Elisi's exceptionally good mood. Seeing the futile argument, Deol could only sigh and hand his own share over to Mahi.

Having head Zani casually discuss capturing people, Leo could no longer hold back her curiosity. "What exactly is happening here?"

"Elisi will tell you everything," Zani smiled, casually taking another bun from the box. "Just know that this trial only works on those whose strength is lower than mine. And I trust you enough not to need it."

Elisi glared at Zani as he took a big bite. "Stinky Master, that was mine!"

Meanwhile, deep inside the base of the Pure-Blooded Humans.

Shura stood rigidly before a round table occupied by five imposing figures, the Supreme Elders

"If I do as you say... will I be allowed to go home?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"No," one of the Supreme Elders replied, not even looking up. "Your teaching has already begun. In the future, you will learn secrets that cannot be leaked to the outside world. However, if you truly insist on leaving, we will allow it, only when your strength matches ours."

The elder immediately returned to his inaudible, repetitive chanting, completely dismissing the boy.

"Then I will not do as you say," Shura spat through gritted teeth.

He was initially grateful that these people had saved his life, but being treated like a prisoner was suffocating. To make matters worse, they had just ordered him to marry and have children, treating him like a mere breeding tool. If they refused to let him return to his family even after he fulfilled their demands, what was the point? The sheer helplessness of his situation filled him with a volatile mix of anger and frustration.

"You have no choice in this matter," another stated flatly. "We have already selected two women for you. Go back to your room."

A moment later, a man dressed in white robes entered the hall and grabbed Shura's arm. Although the boy wanted to struggle, it was utterly futile in the face of absolute power. He was forcefully escorted away.

BANG!

The moment the heavy doors closed behind him, Hiroko, the only female Supreme Elder, slammed her fist into the round table, splitting the solid stone right down the middle.

"Is this the brilliant plan you convinced us all to accept?!" she demanded, her aura flaring with fury.

"Stay calm, Hiroko," one of the men replied smoothly. "This is indeed for the best. Teaching a child from birth is the easiest path."

"Shura is also a child!" she shot back. "He is merely thirteen! How could you force him to-"

"The decision has been made, and we cannot revert it," another elder interrupted, his tone filled with authority. "You knew this going in. Dismissed."

With that, the meeting concluded. The four men stood up and left the grand hall one by one, leaving a seething Hiroko behind.

A short while later, inside her private quarters.

I joined the Pure-Blooded Humans because they preached about finding a route for advancement, one that did not require sullying our bloodlines with beasts or other races, Hiroko thought bitterly, pacing across her room.

Her blood was still boiling over the rigid decision the other elders had forced upon the boy. Why imprison him? It was not as if members hadn't left the faction before. Over the decades, she had watched countless colleagues give up halfway, freely walking away and abandoning their pride to merge with other races for power. Yet, those old fools were treating a thirteen-year-old like a captive, completely ignoring the fact that the boy had not yet learned anything that wasn't already known to the outside world.

It was nothing but hypocritical control from men who had given up on their own futures.

I am the only Supreme Elder who still possesses enough lifespan to actually attempt an advancement. The others are just rotting fossils. Even if the heavens handed them an opportunity, their withered bodies could never break through to the next realm.

She knew the ugly truth. The only reason those men remained here was because no powerful race has accepted them, and their arrogance prevented them from mingling with the lower-born races they despised.

So... should I leave?

She stopped pacing, her gaze drifting toward a piece of parchment resting on her desk.

Although I am finally on the verge of conquering the Five Diseases... what about the other two conditions? We do not even know what they are yet.

The ancient texts spoke of a forgotten era.

Three kin condemned to final breath,
Wove spite into the loom of death.
A venom spat to starry heights,
That plunged the realm to endless nights.

The great behemoth, crowned in gold,
Whose grasp the earth and sky controlled,
Was shattered by the wrath invoked,
Its sovereign dominion choked.

Throne of dirt and crown of air,
Lost to a triad's dying prayer.
Name the kings who fell from grace,
Now prisoners in their own space.

Hiroko walked over and picked up the parchment. It was a copy of her very first discovery, the ancient text that revealed the terrifying truth: supposedly, in the distant past, humans had been the leaders who controlled both the land and sky, until the heavens placed three distinct restrictions upon them, forever cutting off their advancement.

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[Pind_Ala]

"What happened, Master?"

"It is Julian," Zani replied, causing the four disciples sitting nearby to frown.

Did Julian fail?

A few minutes later, a lone figure emerged from the swirling fog of the valley and walked casually toward them.

"Looks like Julian is now the second strongest in the Iron Core after Leo. The trial was not triggered for him," Zani explained, allowing the group to relax.

However, the same could not be said for Elisi. She stared coldly at the approaching head chef. This unexpected element again.

"Master Zani, just now I..."

"I know what happened. Come, sit down," Zani interrupted smoothly.

"Okay." Julian did as he was told and took a seat beside them, immediately eyeing the food. "What are you eating, Elisi? Care to share some?"

Elisi, Mahi, Julian, and Lady Tassy had long since stepped into the Blood Exchange stage, the second stage of Body Tempering realm, and Leo had joined them at the start of the winter month. This left Zani, Deol, and the twins still progressing through the Jade Skin stage.

Now, it seemed Julian had officially broken through to the mid-grade threshold known as Purified Velvet in the manual, making his strength higher than Zani's. Because the Valley of Trials only worked on those whose strength was lower than the host's, the array had simply ignored him.

Half an hour later.

"You all did well. Let us go back now," Zani announced.

After everyone successfully exited the valley, Zani delivered a short speech, officially declaring that they had all passed the trial, before leading the massive crowd back to the village and stating that the promised promotions and rewards would be fulfilled in the coming days.

Two days later.

Inside his office, Zani let out a heavy sigh as he stared at the mountain of documents piled on the desk. "This took more time than I thought."

The System was only responsible for providing him with names and a definitive answer of whether a person had passed the trial or not. Sorting through the dojo disciples was simple enough, but the staff from the other expansion projects was a logistical nightmare. He did not even know half of their faces, and then there were individuals working under fake names. He could not simply let a loyal person be wrongfully purged just because they had hidden their real identity. So, he had to personally cross-reference and clean up the entire mess.

"Three inner disciples and five guards," Zani muttered, scanning the final list. "The outer disciples are actually better than this inner bunch; there are only two traitors from there."

He stood up, picking up the single sheet of parchment containing those ten names.

"Haaa. I must handle this myself."

He could easily let others handle the mortal staff members. But these specific people, the martial artists he himself had invested in or trained, had to be eliminated by his own hands.

He was their Master, after all.

Meanwhile, in Grains City.

"Lady Elisi, is the tea to your liking? Should I pour more?"

"Yes, and bring more snacks."

"Right away."

Inside the Mayor's office, Mayor Chaao was currently hosting Elisi with the utmost reverence. This was her third visit since her brother's tragic death, and the conversation that had taken place during her last visit was the cause of this dramatic change.

He, the esteemed Mayor of Grains City, was now little more than a servant to her.

What can I do when even my father-in-law kowtowed to her? Chaao thought bitterly, his mind drifting back to the events that transpired that day.

The day after the New Year.

"Congratulations, Governor Salam. Or should I say, Salam Faust? I hope you liked my Master's present," Elisi said.

The Governor, who had rushed home to celebrate his new bestowed prestige, could only lower his head in awe when she visited and confirmed his suspicions.

"Lady Elisi, I am deeply sorry about your brother."

"Fret not. Life and death are but a natural order. A being who picks up a sword to kill must have the determination to die by it. I am sad about my brother, and I have already mourned his departure. Now, what I need to do is move forward."

She then looked down at the politician. "Today, I am here as the representative of that Immortal. Will you, Salam Faust, join us?"

The Governor merely stared at her for a moment, still processing her chilling outlook on life and death, before the weight of her invitation finally registered. The opportunity he had been desperately waiting for had finally arrived.

THUD.

He kowtowed with all his might, pressing his forehead against the floorboards. "Please. I will be honored to serve that mighty being."

"Good."

Pulling himself back to the present, Chaao carefully placed a fresh plate of snacks on the table before taking a seat opposite the young girl.

"May I know the reason for your visit today, Lady Elisi?" Chaao asked respectfully.

Elisi set her teacup down elegantly and picked up a pastry.

"Write down the instructions exactly as I speak them."

"Yes." Chaao immediately readied his brush and ink.

"There is a temple to the south of Earth Dragon City, near the Shell Dojo," Elisi began. "I was not told its name, only that it exclusively takes in orphan girls." Seeing that Chaao had meticulously noted it down, her eyes turned dead and cold. "Slaughter everyone there."

Chaao's hand trembled, the brush nearly snapping in his grip. "Huh? This..."

"What? Does Salam have a problem with this task?"

"No. It will be done," Chaao swallowed hard, forcing himself to nod.

"Good." CRUNCH. Elisi took a large bite of her pastry. "These are quite good. Pack some for me to take back."

"Yes, I will do that. Is there anything else, Lady Elisi?"

"Note this down as well. In the Root Dragon Empire, within a small settlement called Left City, there is a famous doctor named Pali. Find her and bring her back here. This is a delicate task. That woman must not be harmed. You have one year to complete this."

"Understood."

"Lastly, in Earth Dragon City, search for a boy named Garrett. He is a local street thug. Master wants him to join the Iron Core."

She looked up from her snacks, her piercing gaze locking onto the Mayor. "You noted it all down, right?"

"Yes."

Back in the Big Wheat Village.

Two days had passed since the dojo resumed its normal operations following the holiday. Similarly, it had been two days since the trial in the valley.

Although Zani had assured the masses at the time that it was merely an evaluation to see if they were fit to work permanently within the Iron Core, many people still harbored lingering doubts.

Hushed discussions frequently broke out among the colleagues. Yet, because no one had ever experienced anything like it, they could not even describe what exactly had happened inside the fog. It felt like a dream or a test, but what the test actually measured remained a complete mystery.

Was what Master Zani said true? If so, how did every single person passed? The utter lack of any subsequent activity or immediate action only left them to wildly speculate.

For now, the events within the valley remained a tightly kept secret. But how much longer that would last was a question.

 

[Pind_Ala]

You beg for life beneath the descending steel,
But cannot fathom what the executioner feels.
You see a tyrant standing cold and tall,
Condemning you to watch your heavens fall.
Yet how could treacherous minds ever comprehend,
The weeping of the soul that brings your end?
I carved your brilliant dawns from worthless clay,
And now I am the night that wipes it all away.

Click to shrink...

In the cloudless night, Zani softly recited the poem as he sat by the edge of the pond, watching the moon's pale reflection ripple across the frozen surface.

Some might call him heartless, but this was the only option left after seeing the latest trial results. Unlike the first time, when everyone had passed, this second trial had exposed the bitter truth. This time, there were people marked as 'Neutral': individuals who were not traitors, but also lacked true loyalty to the faction.

It was this harsh reality that hardened his resolve. He had to do what was necessary.

"Master, you will catch a cold out here. Let us go inside; dinner is ready," a sweet voice called out from behind, breaking him from his lingering sorrow.

Zani let out a long breath and stood up. "Lady Tassy... let us go."

Next day, a reform finally arrived, shaking many people and powers.

The Iron Core Dojo would no longer accept paying disciples. Moving forward, every disciple would only be accepted through strict screening, and once admitted, the dojo would fully support their entire martial journey. At the same time, all current paying disciples and guards were accepted into their ranks.

This left the final seventeen available spots opened to the public. In exactly one month, a competition would be held at the tournament venue, and any mortal youth could participate to claim a seat.

Alongside the competition, an auction was also announced, marking the very first official auction the Iron Core Dojo would ever host.

Internally, the hierarchy of the Iron core shifted drastically. The promised rewards were given to those who had passed the Trial. Those who were marked as Neutral were told to work harder. As for those who failed completely and were marked as traitors... they were treated the same as Neutrals on the surface, but they quietly began disappearing soon after.

The core structure of the Dojo was also set in stone: Neutrals formed the outer sect, those who passed became inner disciples, and the talented and loyal were elevated to core disciples.

"Master Zani, so you are saying that only those who can pass this trial will be allowed to receive promotions in the future?"

"Yes," Zani replied between chews.

He was currently sitting at a large table with Roasty and the two honorable elders of the Forging Union, Master Kitae and Master Waheed. The group was focused on enjoying bowls of steaming Spicy Pork Noodles that Roasty had personally prepared.

Slurp.

Roasty stared blankly at the dojo master. Beside him, the two legendary blacksmiths were doing the exact same thing: slurping their noodles without a care in the world.

Are these people only here to eat? Roasty thought, black lines forming on his forehead. If this is the only thing Zani is going to tell me, he should at least give me a reason I can pass on to others.

"Master Zani, at the very least, tell us what this trial actually judges."

Zani paused and looked up, shifting his gaze toward the two old men stuffing their faces. "Do you two also want to know?"

"Not interested," Master Kitae grunted, not missing a beat. "I am only here to remind you to keep one seat open for my grandson in your Dojo."

"And I am only here to eat," Master Waheed added, wiping his mouth.

Roasty felt his mouth twitch. Blacksmiths. These muscle-brained fools can never be relied upon, no matter their rank.

Zani turned his attention back to Kitae. "How old is your grandson?"

"Seven years old," Kitae beamed, his chest puffing out with pride. "He is a very sensible child. His name is..."

"Let us talk about this later," Zani interrupted smoothly.

He had far too much experience with how these conversations unfolded. In his previous life, he had been around that age, and interacting with proud grandparents always ended in forced home visits and endless bragging.

Setting his chopsticks down on the empty bowl, Zani turned his gaze back to Roasty. "Just know that the trial is fully capable of telling whether a person is suitable to work for us or not."

With that final, uncompromising statement, he stood up. "Now then, I shall be on my way."

Leaving the Pavilion behind, Zani headed back toward the dojo.

In the entirety of Iron Core, Julian was undoubtedly the best chef. However, since Julian was currently spending most of his time cultivating inside the Blood Boiling Cave, Zani had to fulfill his cravings with the next best cook available, Roasty himself.

Inside the Dojo.

"Hey Pedi, I did not see you during lunch today. Where were you?"

"Oh, didn't you know? Some junior disciples were assigned to us twins. We were teaching them how to properly brew a medicinal cauldron," Pedi replied, casting a competitive glare toward her food rival, Elisi.

"Huh. Well, you missed the pastries Ethan bought," Elisi smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "They were incredibly tasty. He said the merchant traveled all the way from-"

"This will not affect me, Elisi!" Pedi shouted, clamping her hands over her ears to block out the rest of the sentence. She knew perfectly well that listening to any more details would only bring her immense suffering.

"Hahahaha! You should call me Eldest Senior Sister!" Elisi laughed at the younger girl's pained expression. This is my revenge for how you used to torture me with food, you brat! Suffer the exact same treatment now!

But before Elisi could fully bask in her triumph, a young boy's voice interrupted from behind.

"Don't give us that crap, Elisi. We are on the exact same rank now."

Peda stepped up to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with his twin sister, glaring defiantly at the gluttonous demon. "Hmph. Let us go, Sister. There is no need to waste our time on her."

Elisi crossed her arms, watching the twins walk away with a creepy smile plastered on her face.

This is still not enough. Governor Salam, you must hurry and find that brat Garrett for me. I need some underlings!

Inside the Pure-Blooded Human Base.

"This is probably the last time we will speak, Shura. I truly wanted to help you, but..."

Hiroko sighed softly as she looked down at the broken child sitting beside her. Her eyes were filled with a complicated mix of pity and lingering guilt as she stood up.

"I am leaving now. I will break out of this place tonight."

"Wait... Elder Hiroko! Please!" Shura choked out, tears streaming freely down his face.

The person who had saved his life, the only person he felt remotely close to in this suffocating hell, was abandoning the organization.

"I already told you, Shura. They have fed a tracking worm to you," Hiroko explained, her voice tightening. "You cannot leave this place. If I take you, they will hunt us both down."

Shura forced himself to calm down, gripping the edges of his robes as he looked up at her with tear-soaked, hopeful eyes.

"No, that is not it," the boy whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his despair. "You already know my fate, Elder. You know what they are forcing me to do. I... I just want you to take my firstborn child with you when the time comes."

He collapsed forward, burying his face in his hands as a gut-wrenching wail tore from his throat.

"My mother... I promised my mother!"

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[Pind_Ala]

"Zani, that ungrateful son of a bitch."

THUD.

"More drink! Waiter, bring me more!"

Not everyone was happy about the recent reforms. Inside the Big Wheat Village tavern, a man claiming to be Zani's uncle was drinking heavily and making a scene. He was one of the few villagers who had been hired solely because of his history with Zani's parents. Everything had been going smoothly for him as a staff member at the Pavilion, and he had assumed Zani had made up the whole trial simply as an excuse to eventually promote people like him: people who had some relation to him.

But, to his shock, everyone else in his position got promoted, and he was only told to work hard.

"Like hell! I work the hardest, even telling your childhood stories to the clients! And this is the reward I get?!" he slurred angrily.

"Sir, please leave." The waiter who was supposed to serve him approached with three sturdy guards following closely behind.

"What? You, a mere waiter, dare kick me out? Where is your boss? Brother--"

Before the drunkard could shout any louder or hurt anyone, two security guards grabbed him by the arms, hoisted him off the ground, and unceremoniously threw him outside.

"Tuh... It's all that brat's fault," the supposed uncle cursed under his breath, picking himself up from the dirt as he stumbled away, walking half-drunk toward his home under the mocking gazes of the passing villagers.

Inside Zani's office at the Iron Core Dojo,

"Master Zani," Deol called out, entering the office to find Zani still working.

For the past few days, the tasks assigned to him and Mahi had noticeably decreased. He should have been happy about the break, but seeing Zani still working late into the night only made him feel guilty. Tonight, he had decided to talk about it after dinner, only to find his Master still buried in paperwork.

"Oh, Ethan. Come inside," Zani greeted without looking up. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

"Master, you are still working?"

"Nothing major. I was just finalizing the auction details," Zani replied, gathering the scattered documents and tapping them neatly against the desk as though he had just finished working. "Hehe, why don't you tell me the reason for your visit?"

Deol looked at him, feeling a little suspicious as he voiced his thoughts. "Master, why have you reduced the tasks assigned to me? Have I made a mistake? Or did I actually fail the trial, and you intend to slowly phase me out of the Dojo?"

"No, no. You are overthinking," Zani replied, slightly taken aback by the boy's bluntness. "There is no such thing." He tried to explain further but paused, struggling to find the right words.

"Then why?"

"Haa... If you're so eager to know, then listen," Zani sighed, sitting up straight in his chair before pulling a few papers from his drawer. "I want to put you and Mahi in charge of a major project next. It's just that I haven't finished the draft yet, and our funding is a little tight."

He met Deol's eyes with absolute seriousness. "Enjoy your free time until the auction. After that, you won't even have time to train properly for the next few months."

"O-Okay, Master," Deol stammered, intimidated by the sudden gravity in Zani's tone.

Watching Deol leave the room, a cold light flashed in Zani's eyes.

Now you're shuddering, you princely brat. Here I was, trying to let you enjoy life a little and lessen your workload. But instead of thanking me, you complain? Fine. Let's see just how tough you really are.

Ten days passed.

Inside the Royal Palace, Eldest Princess's chambers.

A maid respectfully exited the room after delivering a message.

"A recruitment competition and an auction. Interesting. I must pay a visit to the Iron Core Dojo," Princess Anne murmured, licking her lips as she finished reading the report.

"Princess, you mustn't!" A nearby maid spoke up immediately, clasping her hands together as if begging her to reconsider. "Her Highness already noticed your absence last time and ordered us to never let it happen again!"

"I know. That's exactly why I'm grounded in my room as punishment. Humph." Anne snorted and turned away, but a sharp, cunning light flashed in her eyes.

This could be my last chance. I think it is time to use my trump card.

Five days later, the princess's chambers were anything but peaceful.

"What do you mean everyone is dead?!"

The princess, always elegant and beautiful in the eyes of the palace maids, was now ruthlessly thrashing her shadow guard. Although the beating itself wasn't severe, the sudden, violent shift in Anne's demeanor left the maids cowering on the sidelines.

"EXPLAIN!" Anne shouted. Her aura flared, causing her muscles to swell slightly as the fabric of her dress pulled tight against her figure.

"Y-Yes. Yes, Princess," the shadow guard gulped before hastily explaining. "When we reached the location, the whole temple was already in ruins. There was nobody alive. Seeing that, we visited the Shell Dojo, which is responsible for the area's safety, but no one was there either. We tracked them down and interrogated their Dojo Master. Apparently, they only learned about the massacre afterward and fled to preserve their own lives after failing in their duty."

"Haa... haa..." The guard panted heavily, out of breath after speaking so rapidly.

Anne finally calmed down, although the icy coldness in her eyes remained.

"Princess, we have checked everything. There was no clue left at the ruined temple site. I can confidently say the work was done by professionals," another guard, who had been quiet until now, finally stated her view.

"Hmm. Perhaps my brothers found out. But how...?" Anne sat down heavily in her seat, drifting into deep thought.

That temple had been responsible for cultivating her duplicates: orphans meticulously trained to take her place at a moment's notice without anyone noticing the difference. She had invested a massive amount of money into the project. And just when it was finally supposed to bear fruit, someone had destroyed it completely.

Thinking about the wasted effort, a fiery madness reignited in her chest.

"DAMN IT! Find out who did this! Go!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

As the guards vanished, Anne gritted her teeth.

This could have been an excellent opportunity to enter that dojo and observe my sister-in-law closely. I'll definitely find out who you are. Just you wait.
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[Pind_Ala]

Within the Earth Dragon Empire, how many factions actually possessed the heritage required to advance to the second stage of the martial path: the Blood Exchange stage?

Every city's Mayor's Manor held the key, but small cities like Grains City only possessed low-grade breathing manuals. The seven major cities, however, possessed breathing manuals even that of third stage. and Then there was the Imperial Capital and the Royal Family, they might even have connection with immortals.

Beyond them were the countless dojos, ancient families, and massive businesses scattered throughout the empire.

Would this sudden influx of attention affect the Iron Core Dojo's expansion? How many ambitious youths would genuinely come to participate in the recruitment competition?

Zani rubbed his temples, staring warily at the endless sea of people outside the makeshift registration tent. These numbers are way beyond my expectations. Can we even handle them? he thought. Today was only the second day of registration, and the final day was bound to draw an even more terrifying crowd.

"Did we not explicitly mention on the posters that we will only select the top twenty, and there are absolutely no rewards?" Zani asked, turning to the young girl beside him.

"We did, Master," Mahi replied obediently.

"Then how on earth have the numbers already crossed into the thousands? Are there even that many mortals between the ages of twelve and sixteen in our entire vicinity?" Zani complained as he flipped through the stack of registration records.

His eyes widened slightly as he read through the applicants' origins. The Iron Core Dojo's reputation had apparently spread far enough to draw people who had traveled all the way from the Imperial Capital itself.

Deciding he had seen enough, Zani stepped out of the tent. A massive, winding line had already formed beneath the blazing sun, making him pity the junior disciples Mahi had assigned to process the endless stream of registrations. I will send someone to replace them after lunch, Zani made a solemn inward vow, walking away without a backward glance.

As he made his way through the bustling outer perimeter, fragments of eager whispers reached his ears.

"Hey, that's the Master of the Iron Core Dojo, right?"

"Yup! I heard he was nothing more than a mortal like us when he first started."

"So, this is Master Zani. I heard a storyteller talking about his exploits at the tea shop."

"Huh... I thought he would be more handsome."

Zani kept his pace steady, his expression a mask of unfathomable calm, completely ignoring the peanut gallery. But that last comment? It stung like a poisoned needle. He vividly remembered his early days on the martial path, looking into a bronze mirror and proudly admiring the clean, scholarly features of a transmigrator. Back then, he genuinely thought he was quite the looker. Now, facing the harsh reality of the broader world, he realized his perceived beauty was merely on a village level.

There were truly people out there whose faces looked as though they had been carved by master sculptors.

The day of the recruitment competition finally arrived.

Originally planned as a brisk, half-day event, the staggering turnout of nearly two thousand participants had forced Zani to adapt. He expanded the trials into a grueling two-day gauntlet, decreeing that the highly anticipated auction would only be held afterward.

"Participants are only permitted to bring one guardian! Please understand, Madam!"

"This is not a public spectator event! Do not crowd around the gates!"

"If you do not possess an official auction ticket, please leave the perimeter immediately!"

"Child, you must pass! You are the sole hope of our family!"

The sheer volume of the crowd pressing against the venue completely shattered all previous records. One could easily argue it rivaled the grand scale of the Annual Martial Tournament held in Warrior City.

At first, Zani's merchant heart had desperately wanted to open the gates to the general public, collect spectator fees, and further boost Iron Core's reputation, just as he had done during previous competitions. But logistics proved cruel. The venue was simply too small to safely accommodate the massive crowd.

Therefore, only participants, their single designated guardian, and people holding auction tickets were permitted entry. Even with these strict limitations, the sprawling wooden colosseum filled up at a terrifying pace.

Amid the dim bustle of the backstage area,

"Master Zani... about that matter I previously requested?"

"Do not worry about that, Chief Sythe," Zani replied smoothly. "You know well that apart from disciples, I also permit some of my main staff to practice our martial techniques. Just perform your duties well today, and I will personally grant you the opportunity to become the venue manager after this concludes."

Before Sythe could offer his effusive thanks, Zani patted the older man on the shoulder and walked away.

"Good... very good," Sythe smiled to himself, his heart pounding with unrestrained excitement. With this new position, his opportunity to finally acquire a breathing manual capable of helping him break past the peak of the first stage of Body Tempering was practically guaranteed.

Yet, a bitter wave of regret washed over the Chief as he watched the bustling dojo staff. If he had only possessed the foresight to realize just how massive the Iron Core would become, he never would have let his two sons graduate and join the Mayor's Manor.

Back then, Iron Core had been nothing more than a rudimentary gym that didn't even possess a Skin Tempering manual. Now, it had become a behemoth. He couldn't help but feel his boys would have secured a much grander future staying right here.

Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, Sythe straightened his robes and walked toward the entrance. Stepping onto the raised mechanical platform, he was slowly lifted upward until he stood proudly in the very center of the grand stage.

"Good Morning, everyone!" His voice boomed across the roaring stadium, amplified by the artifact it immediately draw the attention of thousands.

The grand event officially commenced with the introduction of Bai and several core disciples, who would serve as the referees for the ring.

The preliminary knockouts were absolutely ruthless. Following a massive free-for-all format, batches of one hundred youths were thrown into the ring together, with only the final two standing permitted to advance. By the time the brutal dust settled, a top roster of exactly four hundred survivors had been selected.

The chaotic fights were nothing more than basic, unrefined brawls between teenagers lacking any real technique. It had been designed this way purely as a violent filter. The goal was simply to weed out the idiots and the uncommitted as quickly as possible.

A youth could not possibly hope to advance by knocking out ninety-nine others alone, especially when they were all brats with undeveloped bodies. Furthermore, the Iron Core Dojo had no use for anyone who could not bear the biting pain of a severe beating.

In the stands, many people deeply regretted coming to watch. Their hearts bled as the miserable sobs of their children vastly overpowered the battle cries.

The mass brawls concluded by mid-day, leaving only a few truly exceptional youths standing tall among the bruised and battered survivors. From them at least one-third of the youths only advanced because their wealthy parents had heavily prepared them beforehand. But such external preparations were ultimately useless if the child lacked a resolute martial heart.

"In the next round, we will test your tolerance for pain!" Sythe announced, his voice echoing with heavy gravity as a bundle of simple wooden sticks were hauled onto the stage. "As we all know, those with weak hearts cannot walk the martial path!"

Thus began the screening test of will.

The rule was brutal: endure ten consecutive hits from a thin, fragile-looking stick. Yet a single strike from one of these sticks was enough to leave a raised, blood-red welt on the skin, followed by a lingering wave of agony.

Dozens of participants immediately withdrew just from hearing the grim explanation. Of those who steeled themselves to face the challenge, the vast majority broke down crying for their mothers and forfeited.

In the end, only fifty-four of the four hundred youths who began the trial remained standing. Among the bruised and exhausted survivors, only twelve were girls.

"The finals will be held tomorrow!" Sythe declared over the weary groans. "Everyone who has successfully passed this trial is expected to report to the Iron Core Dojo at six in the morning, for a final, personal interview with Master Zani himself!"

With the final announcement echoing across the venue, the exhausted crowds and battered youths were instructed to make their exit in an orderly fashion.

From a hidden viewing platform high above the arena, Zani had watched the entire process unfold from beginning to end. As the sea of people began pouring out of the stadium, his gaze remained fixed on a single, unassuming girl quietly making her way toward the exit.

"Another one from the Royal family..."

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[Pind_Ala]

"Well done, my son. Now you just need to pass the finals."

"Mm," a young voice hummed softly in response.

After a brief silence hanging in the dimly lit tavern room, the same young voice spoke again. "Father, can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Our family has a martial heritage, and everyone trains at home. So why am I being sent to the Iron Core Dojo?"

The question hung in the quiet room for a moment before the man, Moccus's father, replied with a light chuckle.

"Hahaha, indeed. Why? Because our family heritage, grand as it once was, ends at the 3rd Stage. We simply do not have enough resources to support many practitioners at once."

The man's expression softened as he looked down at his child. "Moccus, my boy, you must understand that the elders do not want you to walk the martial path. They want you to learn commerce and trade. But I cannot let them decide your fate without giving you a way out. Joining this dojo is your only path forward. You must seize it."

"Father..."

Young Moccus stared at his father. Though he did not fully grasp the intricacies of family politics, he could tell one thing with absolute certainty: he had to pass the final selection and join the Iron Core Dojo.

A short while later, fatigue claimed the twelve-year-old boy, and he fell into a peaceful sleep.

His father, however, could not sleep at all.

You foolish child... Why don't you ever question anything? the man thought, staring at the ceiling as tears gathered in his eyes. You should have argued with me. You should have questioned whether the family would really leave you alone if you joined Iron Core. You should have at least asked me why I was sending you there...

He wept silently throughout the long night, his mind burdened with crushing anxiety over his child's uncertain future. Moccus had become quiet and emotionally withdrawn ever since his mother passed away years ago, especially after the family pressured his father into remarrying.

My poor child... I hope you can find your own happiness one day.

The next morning.

A father stood near the edge of the dojo grounds, watching his son enter the heavy gates for the final selection alongside a crowd of eager youths.

"Family Head," a man standing behind him whispered in a low voice. "Have you told Moccus the true reason behind his infiltration?"

The father's expression immediately hardened.

"Keep your voice down!" he hissed, glancing toward the distant gates. "We will discuss it only after he successfully joins them. Until then, not another word."

"Understood, Family Head."

I hope you pass and join the dojo, my child. Please do not return to your incompetent father...

With that silent prayer, the man turned around. "Let's go."

On the other side of the dojo grounds, after all the finalists gathered, they were led toward the fog-shrouded mouth of the Valley of Trials.

The Valley of Trials had become Iron Core's first line of defense against hostile infiltrators. Before any finalist could proceed to the interviews, they had to pass through the valley and receive a favorable assessment from the System.

Those classified as Neutral or Loyal were permitted to advance. However, Neutral did not necessarily mean innocent. A youth sent to spy on Iron Core could still receive that designation if their parent faction harbored no genuine malice toward the dojo.

As for how the System judged such intentions, Zani had no clear answer. He had created neither the trial nor the rules governing its judgment. Whatever criteria the System followed remained a mystery even to him.

Ultimately, Zani could only do his best, and his rule was absolute: anyone who failed the Valley of Trials would be barred from becoming any part of Iron Core.

"Everyone, enter the valley," Zani announced, his voice carrying clearly across the assembled youths. "The trial will determine whether you are qualified to proceed with Iron Core's recruitment process. Those who pass will advance to the final stage."

The eager youths rushed forward into the swirling white mist. Zani gently patted the shoulder of a hesitant boy beside him, prompting the shy youth to nod hurriedly and scramble after the others.

Zani smiled as he watch him go and turned toward the broad-shouldered man at his side. "Brother Sythe, please enter. If you pass, I will definitely fulfill my promise."

"Yes!" Sythe nodded solemnly. This was his long-awaited chance. Without hesitation, he hurried into the dense fog.

Soon, only Zani and Bai were left standing outside the mist.

"..."

"Come, let us sit down while we wait," Zani said, gesturing toward a nearby bench.

"Yes, Master," Bai replied smoothly.

As they waited in silence, Zani's mind drifted to the specific children flagged by his Talent Evaluation Eye and a shy boy he had permitted to enter through backdoor. Will they pass?

Half an hour drifted by.

"Good. Most of them passed," Zani noted with a satisfied smile, dusting off his robes as he stood up.

Out from the receding mist stepped Chief Sythe, looking relieved and energized.

"Congratulations, Brother Sythe," Zani greeted him warmly. "From this day forward, you are officially responsible for managing our venue."

"Good! Good! Good! Hahahaha!" Sythe burst into boisterous laughter, the heavy tension melting from his chest.

Bai also stepped forward and clapped the old Chief on the shoulder before gesturing for him to stand in line so they could address the gathered youths.

Zani stepped before the children who had emerged from the trial.

"Fifty-five of you entered the Valley of Trials. Forty have passed and earned the right to continue to the final interview," Zani announced, surveying the assembled youths.

"Of these forty candidates, seventeen will be selected as outer disciples of Iron Core. The remaining twenty-three will have two choices: return home or accept paid employment within our domain. Those who choose to stay and work with us will be guaranteed entry into our next recruitment round without having to repeat the tests."

He paused, his tone growing firm. "Now, let me announce the names of the fifteen who are not suitable to join Iron Core."

After dismissing the fifteen applicants and sending them off the grounds, Zani led the remaining forty youths back toward the dojo, instructing them to form an orderly line outside his office.

"Please enter one by one," Zani instructed.

Inside the quiet room, Zani took a seat behind the desk along with Bai, waiting for the first applicant.

"Are the two of us enough, Master?" Bai asked in a soft, low tone.

"We have to make do, Leo," Zani replied quietly, using her true identity since no outsiders were present. "The rest are busy making preparations for the upcoming auction."

KNOCK, KNOCK.

"Enter," Zani called out.

The wooden door swung open, and a young boy stepped into the room.

"Your name is Moccus, right?" Zani asked, referring to the registry parchment. "Do you have a surname?"

"No... I mean, Moccus is my full name. I don't have a surname," the boy explained, lowering his head slightly. "I'm a member of the Rider family, but the privilege of bearing our surname ended with my grandfather's generation."

"Oh? The Rider family..." Bai murmured. "I've heard of them."

Zani glanced at Bai, about to ask what he knew, but the puppet gave a subtle shake of his head.

Noticing their exchange, Moccus looked up at Bai. "Senior, do you know something about my family?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," Bai replied in his usual gruff voice. "Discussing the histories of fallen families is prohibited by Imperial law. If you want to know, ask your parents."

"Okay."

"Ahem," Zani coughed lightly to break the awkward silence. The interview was turning uncomfortably heavy. I should have handled it all by myself, Zani thought dryly.

"Moccus, tell me a bit about your background," Zani asked, adopting a gentle, inviting tone. "Only if you are comfortable, of course. Try to highlight any notable things you have done."

"Huh? My past?" Moccus blinked, scratching his head. "I... I cannot remember much. My maid told me I used to be a cheerful boy when I was younger, but I changed after my mother passed away. Though I cannot really tell the difference myself..."

Zani winced internally. Alright, this has become awkward again. Maybe I shouldn't ask such personal questions... he's only twelve, after all. My bad, my bad.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Moccus," Zani said gently. Before quickly changing the subject. "Have you received any formal training? Martial arts, scholarly studies, or anything else?"

"I studied commerce and trade for two years," Moccus answered promptly.

Zani's expression brightened.

Commerce and trade? Now that's useful.

"Then let me ask you something else," Zani continued. "Suppose you were given a small shop with very little starting capital. How would you keep it running and gradually make a profit?"

Moccus fell silent for a moment, rubbing his chin as he considered the question.

"I... I would first try to understand what people need most. Then I'd focus on selling those goods rather than spending money on things nobody wants."

Zani glanced at Bai before marking a check beside the boy's name.

Not a bad answer for a twelve-year-old.

The final interview wasn't just about martial talent. Iron Core was growing rapidly, and Zani needed capable people who could help manage its businesses as well as its disciples. A boy with two years of commercial education deserved a closer look.

Not wanting to dismiss the boy too abruptly, Zani continued with a few lighter questions about his favorite foods, the books he enjoyed reading, and whether he had any bad habits.

Moccus answered each question honestly, sometimes pausing to think before responding.

He's a little too trusting, isn't he? Zani thought, watching him with mild amusement. Still, he seems sincere, and his knowledge of commerce could prove useful. I'll give him a chance.

Zani smiled warmly and gestured toward the door. "You did well, Moccus. You may wait outside."

"Thank you, Master Zani." The boy bowed respectfully before leaving the office.

Zani returned his attention to the ledger, already preparing for the next interview. Completely failing to notice that Bai had not moved an inch.

The puppet's gaze remained fixed on the doorway through which Moccus had disappeared. Deep within his hollow core, an unfamiliar sensation stirred, subtle, yet impossible to ignore.

Why... do I feel this way whenever I look at that boy?

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[Pind_Ala]

"Hey Kai, look after my work for a while. I'll be back in a minute."

Kai watched helplessly as the girl sauntered off, having apparently decided that informing him was all the permission she needed. Although he deeply resented being ordered around, he could do nothing but let out an audible sigh and yield.

"Okay, Eldest Senior Sister Elisi."

"Hmm." Elisi offered an approving nod over her shoulder as her retreating figure left the main hall, where the other disciples were still hard at work decorating and packing items into boxes for tomorrow's auction.

Let me see if all four future core disciples are present, Elisi thought, slipping away to steal a glance at the interview site. I just hope there aren't any more unaccounted changes.

A moment later, Elisi peeked out from behind a thick tree trunk, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. Great, they're all here. My underling, the royal maid, the shy farmer, and the unfortunate one.

Her gaze lingered on the last boy. "Don't worry. I will not let you die early this time, Moccus."

She couldn't help but feel a flicker of pity for him. Although her primary motivation was for her friend Leo's sake, the boy was undeniably pitiful. Moccus, the son of a witch.

It was only much later in her past life that she had learned the true reason why witches were so reviled: the terrifying curses inherent to their very existence. For one, a witch could only ever fall in love once. Should her partner perish, she would devolve into a mindless, vengeful terror, driven solely by the insane obsession to bring that person back to life.

Then there was the curse that took effect when a witch died after marriage. Her husband would become half-dead, stripped of all willpower and any desire to strive or fight for anything.

Worst of all was the curse laid upon their offspring. Witches rarely gave birth because a witch's child emitted an aroma that invoked instinctual, violent hatred from within witches. Tragic instances occurred where mothers slaughtered their own infants because of it.

Truly pitiful.

But don't worry. I found a way. Well, Master Zani did, but we found a way to help you, even if it was much later. I will help you this time with that knowledge. Well, it's actually to help Leo, to make sure she doesn't feel uncomfortable whenever she's around you.

"Humph."

Elisi snorted lightly and turned her steps toward the main gates. Since everything was going smoothly here, it was time to prepare for the next trouble. It was the Rider family, right? Salam will be happy to gain credits on reporting traitors again this time. "Hehehe..." An evil chuckle escaped her lips as she continued walking.

Just then, the sky abruptly plunged into pitch blackness.

Within moments, heavy, ink-black clouds swallowed the sky, plunging the world into darkness. Purple lightning flashed across the heavens, followed by deafening thunderclaps.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

The peaceful scene of a minute ago transformed into an apocalyptic catastrophe.

"I totally forgot about it. So, it's time for the spectacle," Elisi murmured, stopping in her tracks and looking upward with a faint smile. Everyone around her in the street was already panicking and running in terror, while several knelt and kowtowed, believing an immortal had descended.

Inside the office a minute prior...

"So Juri, do you belong to any family or power? Do you have a surname?" Zani asked the girl standing before his desk for her interview.

"Before coming here, I was a maid at the Royal Palace. Although I don't have a surname, I am part of a royal family branch," Juri replied with confidence, strictly following her mistress's instructions.

"I see," Zani began, dipping his brush in ink. "Then--"

BOOM!

The world outside abruptly plunged into pitch blackness. The sudden darkness swallowed all ambient light, followed instantly by a deafening thunderclap that rattled the tea cups on Zani's desk. Zani stood up instantly, rushing toward the courtyard with Bai and a startled Juri right behind him.

At the Earth Sect...

Every disciple and Elder stood paralyzed, staring up at the sky. No matter how weak or strong one was, this phenomenon was far beyond human comprehension.

"So, this thing has arrived again," the Sect Leader whispered, his expression turning deathly grave.

The stronger a cultivator was, the more profoundly they realized how terrifyingly powerful the event was. He doubted he could withstand even a stray speck of the purple lightning flashing across the sky.

At the center of the continent...

A place known as the Central Forest, a domain where the strongest beings on the continent resided.

An old man with a long, flowing beard glared at the sky with deep resentment. "This damn thing is back again! What new rule will it spout this time?!"

He cursed aloud, though even he did not know what the phenomenon truly represented. In his thirteen centuries of life, this was only the third time it had occurred. Yet he hated it nonetheless, because it was this very thing that had trapped him on this island; this barren, low-grade land filled with ignorant mortals.

"I curse you!"

At the Pure-Blooded Humans' base...

Inside the cavernous Combat Valley, the only place in the underground base from which the sky was visible, nearly five thousand people crowded onto the stone ledges.

"What is happening, Elder Hiroko?" Shura asked the woman standing beside him.

"A new rule is going to be announced, Shura," Hiroko answered softly.

"New rule?"

"Yes. It is said that when a supremely powerful being falls, their last words write a rule for the world."

Shura did not speak for a long moment, simply staring at the dark sky. "Does this mean..."

"Yes, I think so too. The rules binding us pure-blooded humans seem to come from this same phenomenon," Hiroko spoke softly. Many still found it impossible to believe that someone could target humans with such precision, but the connection was hard to deny.

Predicting what these rules would turn out to be was impossible. First, the dying words were spoken subconsciously, like a final wish or a reason for living. Second, what was said was rarely what was directly applied.

Someone, somewhere...

"Who is it this time? The last one fell just a century ago."

"Oh heavens, why did you get yourself killed and leave this mess behind?!"

BOOM!

BOOM!

The noise intensified into a deafening roar and then went completely silent.

Then, a voice reverberated across the world, heard by every living soul:

"I wish to see the World Tree..." a woman's voice spoke, a supreme being's final wish.

[New rule interpreting: Strengthening the existing wish for Masiha.]

A mechanical voice followed; the cold, unfeeling voice of Broken Heaven, applying the newly forged rule.

Of course, the rules never worked quite as people intended, much to the frustration of those who had departed this world. Perhaps this was Broken Heaven's quiet revenge on all creation for giving birth to the being that had killed it. Or, as some claimed, broken it.

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The Continent and Island issue:- Natives think they are living on an continent since it is so huge and they have no knowledge of outside. While those who come from outside speak of it as island.

Please continue reading, more things will be cleared with each chapter.

 

[Pind_Ala]

"We are safe. It's that Masiha wish again."

Across the world, countless beings breathed a collective sigh of relief. Who knew how many races had been wiped out, or how many continents had fallen, over the ages due to the sudden emergence of new heavenly rules?

Humans were the prime example. Once the undisputed rulers, they had fallen so far that they could no longer even advance unless other races took them under their wing.

Every new heavenly rule affected the world in one way or another, with one exception: the Wish for Masiha. Whenever someone made a wish for peace, unification, or unrealistic dreams like witnessing the World Tree, the heavens transformed it into a wish for Masiha.

As for what a wish for Masiha actually accomplished, nobody knew. Was Heaven creating a being to replace itself and rule the world, or was it merely repairing itself? Time immemorial had passed, yet nothing ever seemed to change whenever this rule repeated.

Somewhere far away...

"So it was a false alarm. It disturbed my closed-door cultivation for nothing. Hmph."

The lone figure muttered, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Still, I bet things are getting interesting on the elves' side right now. Should I pay them a visit?"

Unable to resist his curiosity, the figure stood up. "Might as well take a little peek."

With a soft ripple in space, the figure vanished.

Above, the sky, which had been filled with oppressive, catastrophic visions and booming noises, gradually quieted down. Within minutes, everything returned to normal, as though the entire spectacle had been nothing more than an illusion.

At the Pure-Blooded Humans' base, inside a secluded clearing, the mood was joyous. High-ranking members laughed heartily, drinking and celebrating.

"Hahaha! A wish for Masiha! The ancient writings were true!" The first of the five Supreme Elders spoke loudly, his booming voice cutting through the cheering crowd. "Everyone, listen! It was during the last such wish that our organization came to be, more than six millennia ago!"

The crowd fell quiet, listening intently.

"Records state that whenever such a wish repeats, countless cults and organizations seize the opportunity to be born and spread," the Supreme Elder continued, pausing briefly to let his words sink in. "Therefore, I announce that for the next decade, we must work tirelessly. This is our chance to rise!"

He stood tall, looking out over the assembled crowd before declaring his final words: "We will begin with our grand plan: to Make Humanity Great Again!"

"WAAAAHHH!"

The clearing erupted into thunderous applause and wild cheering.

Standing on the high platform alongside the other Supreme Elders, Hiroko watched the joyous chaos.

Sorry, boy. It looks like I won't be able to leave for the time being.

To her astonishment, young Shura was also clapping, swept up in the infectious atmosphere. Well, he is just a child at the end of the day.

At the Earth Sect...

"Sect Leader, your orders!"

Several elders who had lived for over a century led the rest of the high-ranking members, standing respectfully as they awaited instructions from the Sect Master, who remained deep in thought.

"The last time such an event occurred, it brought an end to the War of Chaos," Prithviraj Stone said, turning toward the elders with a grim expression. "And now it has appeared again. Although I do not know what this is or what its true purpose may be, we cannot afford to take it lightly."

He gestured to one of the senior elders. "Send a message to the Five Elements Sect immediately and request their instructions."

"Yes, Sect Master!" The elder bowed deeply and turned to leave.

Prithviraj then turned to the remaining elders, issuing swift, precise commands. He ordered them to increase perimeter security, dispatch scouts across the empire to report any sudden upheavals, and notify the Earth Family, the royal line of the Earth Dragon Empire, to tighten control over the mortals.

No one knew what would happen next. They had to be prepared for anything.

At the Iron Core Dojo...

"Master Zani, what just happened?" Leo asked in her natural voice, entirely forgetting for a moment that they were standing amidst a crowd of new applicants.

"I don't know," Zani replied in a flat, deadpan tone, still utterly bewildered by the spectacle.

As the sky settled and returned to its normal state, a commotion broke out among the applicants and young disciples in the courtyard.

"Heavens forgive me! I am a sinful soul!"

"An Immortal! Immortal, please take me with you!"

"Oh, grant me the power to vanquish my foes! I am your child..."

Dozens of teenagers fell to their knees, weeping and praying to the empty sky. The atmosphere became so frantic and hysterical that Zani felt a faint weakness in his own knees.

"What are they doing?" Leo asked, frowning inside the puppet.

"This is how weak-hearted beings with superficial knowledge behave whenever something extraordinary happens," Zani replied softly.

He recalled a similar incident during the blacksmith tournament when an Immortal had briefly appeared in the sky, stirring up terrifying gales. Back then, because the spectacle was smaller and the winds threatened their lives, more people had fled than prayed. But now, Zani doubted this religious fever would die down for days.

A wish for Masiha... What on earth was that?

Pondering the cryptic words, Zani turned and walked back toward his office. As for organizing extra security or taking precautions for what might follow, those thoughts didn't even cross his mind.

The moment he stepped through the door, his entire attention was captured by the translucent interface hovering in his vision.

[System upgrading...]

The prompt had appeared without a sound, hovering obstinately in the air. He tried to clear it, but it refused to disappear. What is happening now?

Somewhere inside the Water Dragon Empire...

"Master, it's just as you predicted!"

"All hail the Master!"

"Master, are you truly the Masiha the heavens spoke of?!"

A vast crowd of followers kowtowed reverently toward a masked figure standing atop an elevated dais.

"Yes! It is I!" The masked man raised his arms, his voice echoing grandly over the kneeling masses. "Even Heaven has spoken in my favor! I am destined to rule all under heaven and bring peace and prosperity to every corner of the world! This World Tree the heavenly voice spoke of... it resides within my heart! It has been with me all along!"

The crowd erupted into frantic praise, calling him the true reincarnation of Heaven.

"Master, should we address you as Masiha from now on?"

"Yes, it is only right!"

"What a foolish question!"

"My Masiha! My Master!"

Before the first speaker could even finish, dozens of fanatical voices shouted over him, mocking him for his lack of sight and faith.

Behind his porcelain mask, the leader could barely contain his excitement.

Yes! Yes! Yes! This is the life I was born for! Praise me, pray to me, adore me! Hahaha! Everything is playing out exactly as I want. This is so much fun! But being called Masiha? Hmph. I don't like the sound of that.

Suppressing his chaotic joy, the masked man extended his open arms toward the crowd once more.

"Do not squabble over such trivial matters, my children. I am indeed the Masiha, but I am a Masiha for those tragic souls who have not yet been guided into the light."

He reached up and slowly unbuckled his mask, revealing his face to the breathless crowd below.

"For you, my children, you who have attained salvation and will help me spread my divine teachings across the world, for you, I AM ANCESTOR!"


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Author Note:- I have not written a new chapter for a few days now. My full focus is on polishing the Volume 1.