"Old Lady Shen... you've returned," Xinyi greeted her, her voice a fragile whisper that barely carried across the room.
As Old Lady Shen stepped inside, xinyi eyes immediately scanning every corner of the small, shadowed house. She thought, where is Wang fang...maybe I should checked behind the door and peered into the kitchen, she whisper,but the silence remained unbroken.
"Where is the boy?" she asked.
Xinyi groaned, attempting to push herself up from the thin mattress.
"Stay down," Shen commanded gently, her hand firm on Xinyi's shoulder as she guided her back to the pillow. "You've no need to stand for me." She paused, her voice softening. "Your son is on the verge. He will reach the Qi Gathering Realm before the sun rises."
A weak, beautiful smile spread across Xinyi's pale face. "Ah... thank you, Old Lady Shen.
"Huh" For what? "Old lady shen asked"
Xinyi closed her eyes at that moment.
Showing a deep sign of gratitude.
" Thanks For not giving up on him
As Shen held her, she felt the shallow, uneven rhythm of Xinyi's heart. This is worse than I thought, she mused bitterly. Her blood essence is almost spent. She won't live to see the man he becomes.
Aloud, she looked toward the window where the sky was bruising into a deep purple. "Xinyi, your child... he will reach unimaginable heights. I have seen many geniuses in my time, but your son is something else entirely."
Xinyi leaned back, her eyes tracking the dying light of the setting sun. "Is that truly what you believe?"
"I am certain. He lacks experience, but his foundation is terrifying. In the Body Tempering stage, he moved with the weight of a giant. In Blood Refinement, his body possessed a speed beyond his realm. Am not sure about the old era bloodline he possessed, But, it as something to do with the strength he possess. it turns him into a living weapon."
Xinyi nodded slowly, the weight of the future pressing down on her. "Then he must join a sect. He cannot stay in this cradle forever. He needs to see how the world truly works."
"Yes," Shen agreed, her tone growing heavy. "A sect will protect him when we cannot. And do not forget, Xinyi... the people who burned your home to ash are still out there. They are still breathing."
Xinyi's expression shattered. The mention of the past brought a flicker of raw, jagged pain to her eyes. "I... I want to rest now," she whispered, pulling the blanket tight.
Old Lady Shen watched her walk back into the inner room, her steps heavy with the weight of ghosts. Once alone, the Old Lady turned to the darkening sky and closed her eyes. "It's too late for her," she breathed. "But for him... it's just the beginning."
Deep Within the Forest
As night fell, a pillar of golden light erupted from the heart of the woods, defying the shadows. The air itself began to scream as spiritual Qi from miles around was sucked toward a single point, a vortex of energy centered on a boy sitting atop a river stone.
Wang Fang felt his meridians snap open like floodgates.
He didn't just feel the Qi; he controlled it. His heartbeat slowed to a deep, resonant thrum that vibrated through the stone beneath him. He raised his hands, tracing a moon-shaped seal in the air. Every movement felt ancient, perfect, and absolute.
A sense of dominance, not of cruelty, but of power, swelled in his chest.
Suddenly, the world changed. He could hear every drop of water splashing against the mossy bank; he could feel the current of the river as if it were his own blood. Time seemed to stretch and stall.
In the center of his mind, he saw it, The Wall.
It was a massive, cracked barrier that had stood between him and the heavens since the day he was born. It was the limit of mortality.
I don't know why, Wang Fang thought, his eyes snapping open with a golden fire, but I know I was born to break this.
He pulled his fist back, drawing every little of Qi, every drop of blood essence, and every memory of his past lives into his knuckles. He punched forward.
BOOM!
The mental barrier didn't just crack, it disintegrated.
A blinding pillar of gold shot from his chest, piercing the sky's and reaching for the stars. His body lifted from the rock, levitating in a sea of radiant energy. His muscles were rewoven; his bones were tempered; his skin became like jade.
It was said that jumping from Blood Refinement to Qi Gathering is the hardest wall for a mortal to climb. Most spend decades trying to scale it.
But Wang Fang didn't climb it. He destroyed it.
The forest trembled as the light finally faded, leaving behind a boy who was no longer just a mortal. A new legend had quietly taken its first breath