Chapter 166 - 46-50

046 Imperial Decree

Golden Sun Pavilion was a scholar's dream.

Despite its name, it wasn't a pavilion made of gold—though the polished wood and flowing silk banners gave it a regal presence. It was a grand structure, with halls dedicated to various fields of study, from martial techniques to esoteric philosophy. The air smelled of aged paper, ink, and a hint of incense as if the very walls had absorbed centuries of wisdom.

I had spent the better part of the day patching up my general knowledge of cultivation. For someone thrown into a world of sword-swinging, qi-blasting warriors, I knew frustratingly little about the fundamentals. Sure, I had gathered bits and pieces from conversations and personal observations, but I needed a proper foundation.

The first thing I focused on was Spiritual Roots—the cornerstone of cultivation.

Spiritual Roots determined a person's aptitude for cultivating qi. Without them, progressing beyond the mortal realm was impossible. Most people had some form of Spiritual Roots, but not all were equal. The best ones were Pure Spiritual Roots, consisting of a single elemental affinity—Fire, Water, Earth, Metal, or Wood. These provided an unhindered connection to heaven and earth, making cultivation smooth and efficient.

Then there were Mixed Spiritual Roots, which contained multiple elements. These were more common but came with drawbacks—conflicting elements slowed down progress, and only those with compatible affinities, like Water and Wood, could cultivate effectively.

The worst of the worst was Muddled Spiritual Roots—an unstable mess of conflicting elements. Those born with these were basically doomed from the start. Their cultivation speed was slow, their breakthroughs were difficult, and their chances of ever reaching the higher realms were slim to none.

Of course, there were exceptions. Treasures, divine interventions, or sheer, unrelenting effort could sometimes overcome a bad start. But it was rare.

Aside from Spiritual Roots, I also learned more about the stages of early cultivation.

Cultivators started in the First Realm, Martial Tempering, where they honed their bodies through external methods before internalizing qi. Next was the Second Realm, Mind Enlightenment, the stage where they first sensed and absorbed qi into their bodies. This unstable process was reliant on talent, patience, and, most importantly, one's Spiritual Roots.

The Third Realm, Will Reinforcement, was where cultivators learned to control qi with more precision, allowing them to strengthen their attacks, harden their defenses, and hone their willpower. This was the realm where a cultivator's will began influencing reality, where their intents shaped the world around them.

Last in the Four Great Attributes... was the Spirit Mystery, the Fourth Realm. This was the stage where qi was no longer just fuel—it became something deeper, an extension of one's being.

Higher realms delved into concepts beyond raw power—Soul Recognition, the Fifth Realm, was when cultivators began touching upon the mysteries of the soul, while Essence Gathering, the Sixth Realm, involved refining one's very existence, drawing in the essence of the heavens and earth to elevate oneself further.

It was the best explanation I've seen so far in books.

In Lost Legends Online, Mana didn't work like this at all. There was no process of gathering, refining, or condensing. It wasn't something stored within a dantian—it was tapped into directly, like an infinite well that only dried up when one's mental reserves were exhausted. There was no step-by-step tempering of the body or soul; just raw potential that increased through stats.

It made me wonder what the logic was behind a Paladin gaining physical stats when leveling up.

The idea of needing a special root just to access energy? Completely foreign to me.

I remembered my discussions with Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen had been blunt about it—my Spiritual Roots were Muddled, and my talent in cultivation was absolute shit.

Not the most encouraging thing to hear, but at this point, I wasn't even surprised.

"I still don't get how compatibility works," I admitted, flipping through a jade slip while lounging on one of the reading couches of the Golden Sun Pavilion. The scent of aged parchment and incense filled the air, a relaxing atmosphere despite my increasing frustration.

Jiang Zhen sighed at me like I was a particularly stubborn student who refused to grasp the obvious. "It's simple. If you try to mix oil and water, what happens?"

"They separate."

"Exactly. Some energies just don't blend well together. The lucky ones are born with Pure Roots—an affinity that ensures they don't have to think about compatibility issues. You, however…" Jiang Zhen gave me a pointed look.

"Have a grab bag of random nonsense," I finished for him.

"More or less. Moreover, with a foreign power system, you cannot practice cultivation methods that alter or refine energy. You don't have the talent for it, and if you force it, best case? You get weaker. Worst case? You explode."

I winced. Exploding didn't sound fun.

The irony was that the best techniques—the ones cultivators hoarded like dragons guarding treasure—were precisely those that altered energy in some way. Techniques that refined qi, transformed spiritual power, or tempered the soul were the backbone of cultivation. Without them, I'd be at a massive disadvantage.

Jiang Zhen had told me a story once.

Fan Shi, a unique genius wielding both mana and qi, had almost died after learning her sect's signature technique. It had been too violent, causing a collision of incompatible energies. Even someone as talented as her had barely survived.

And I had far less talent.

"Stick to technical stuff," Jiang Zhen had advised. "Things that rely on skill rather than energy manipulation. Or if you must take a cultivation method, make sure it aligns with your Paladin Legacy. That might give you a fighting chance."

That was easier said than done.

So far, nothing in this entire building caught my eye.

The texts were useful for padding my general knowledge, sure. But techniques? Nah.

At least I was actually reading for once. Though I've been reading lots of stuff since I arrived in this world. Which was ironic, because I had a terrible habit of skipping lore.

Things that I saw, I'd rarely forget and they would become stock knowledge.

However, if it was permitted, I'd rather skip them.

I should've been the perfect Linguist subclass—a walking encyclopedia of knowledge. Instead, my lore knowledge was mostly stock knowledge, the kind of stuff you absorbed just by existing in the game world long enough. Anything deeper? Nah.

I was the shame of all Linguists.

A serial cutscene skipper.

I leaned back and exhaled. Maybe I should at least brush up on LLO lore while I was at it. I probably had a few books stored in my Item Box that I'd ignored until now. The Item Box's capacity was nowhere near full, so it wouldn't hurt to actually use it.

At the very least, if I couldn't cultivate like a normal person, I could at least make sure I wasn't completely ignorant.

I glanced out the window and spotted Lin Lim speaking with the City Governor. The conversation looked civil—amicable, even. Good for them. It seemed like they were coming to an agreement.

The bigger surprise was the young man practically swooning over Lin Lim. That had to be the City Governor's son. What a turn of events.

I shook my head and turned back to my book.

It was the seventh day of the festival.

Outside, preparations for the Grand Feast were underway, and tonight, there would be a closed-door auction—the event that the Sect Elders had been looking forward to.

Gu Jie sat idly beside me, reading a book with one hand while twirling a strand of her hair with the other. And then there was Ren Jingyi, the goldfish, swimming lazily around her fishbowl. Meanwhile, Jiang Zhen was staring at a painting of a turtle as if it held the meaning of life.

The past week had been insane, but I felt like I was finally reaching a conclusion. I had a direction now. Not exactly a mental roadmap, but at least I knew which way to go.

Jiang Zhen suddenly spoke up. "So? What are your plans from now on?"

I flipped a page. "Travel around, I guess. Visit the Big Sects in the Riverfall Continent and see if I can ask for their cultivation methods."

Jiang Zhen scoffed. "You actually think my Sect—or the other two—would just hand you their cultivation methods?"

I shrugged. "I'll make it work somehow."

"That's a dumb plan."

"Not the dumbest thing I've done."

Jiang Zhen let out a low chuckle before leaning back in his chair. "And what will you do if none of them agree?"

"Figure something out."

Jiang Zhen shook his head but didn't push the point. Instead, he shifted the conversation. "And what about me?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What about you?"

"What do you think I'll do next?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Kill demons?"

"Correct." He smirked. "It's a never-ending job."

"You make it sound fun."

"It has its moments."

Jiang Zhen set his teacup down and turned to me. "Join my Sect."

I blinked. "What?"

"You heard me. I'll even give you a high position."

I snorted. "I refuse."

Jiang Zhen sighed dramatically. "A shame. You would've had a stable future."

"That's what you call stable?"

"For someone like you? Yes."

I leaned back. "Tempting, but I'm good."

Jiang Zhen studied me for a moment before nodding. "Good attitude."

We left it at that.

Jiang Zhen suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "I have a suggestion."

I looked up from my book. "Go on."

"You should go to the main continent," he said, arms crossed as he leaned back. "If you really want a technique that suits you, you'll find better chances there. The sects in the Riverfall Continent may be… uhhh… er… prestigious, but their collections are still limited compared to what you'll find in the heart of the cultivation world."

I frowned. "That's a long way from here."

He shrugged. "True. But a letter of recommendation from Ren Jin would open a lot of doors for you."

I leaned back and exhaled. "I don't want to get involved in any court drama."

Jiang Zhen let out a short laugh. "Smart. The imperial court is a nest of vipers. Even without getting involved, stepping into that world would put you on someone's radar."

I let his words hang in the air as I flipped another page. My eyes skimmed through endless descriptions of breathing methods, energy circulation, and techniques that promised enlightenment through rigorous training. None of them felt right. Then, after so much skimming, I found it.

Hollow Breath Technique.

It was something even a peasant wouldn't want. A bottom-tier breathing method that barely circulated Qi. It wasn't efficient. It wasn't profound. It was utterly unimpressive. But it was also exactly what I needed.

Why this technique?

It had one thing the other techniques didn't have.

A uniqueness that resonated with what I have in mind with Divine Sense.

Unlike other techniques, this one didn't have anything to do with accumulation, refinement, and completion. Instead, it promised perception... specifically, the perception of your own Qi and the act of hollowing yourself to achieve enlightenment.

I didn't need something grand. I didn't need something that reshaped the heavens. My core would be a Paladin through and through. My focus wasn't on cultivating the way others did—it was about raising my stats.

This Hollow Breath Technique didn't really have that big of a stat gain according to what I was reading, but it was better to start somewhere.

Moreover, it was the safest technique for me at this juncture.

Brukhelm didn't use any Ultimate Skills when we fought. That fact lingered in my mind. If he had been a high-level character like I suspected, then why did he hold back? Was it because his cultivation base interfered with his power system?

It sounded logical. I didn't have proof, but my instincts told me I was onto something.

Jiang Zhen watched me with a knowing smirk. "Found something?"

I closed the book and tapped the cover. "Yeah. Something simple."

"That looks like trash," he said. "Still, it's better to have a foundation you can control than to reach for something beyond your grasp and destroy yourself."

I nodded. I didn't need something extreme. I just needed something that wouldn't get in my way. I could build up from there. It was paramount to be careful from now on, when matters like mixing qi or mana was involved.

Later that day, as I was flipping through another book in the Golden Sun Pavilion, a powerful voice resounded through Yellow Dragon City.

It wasn't a voice in the normal sense. It suffused the atmosphere, like the world itself was speaking. It wasn't an attack, nor was it hostile, but it commanded attention.

"Greetings to Daoist Da Wei."

I felt a jolt.

"The Emperor of the Grand Ascension Empire invites you to the Imperial Capital for tea. You are kindly requested to arrive by the 100th sunrise."

The moment the words finished, the city fell silent.

I sat frozen in place, book halfway open. Across from me, Jiang Zhen was staring at me with wide eyes. Gu Jie had even stopped pretending to read.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

Jiang Zhen exhaled slowly, then laughed. "Well. You wanted to avoid court drama, but court drama found you instead."

"This isn't court drama. This is an imperial summons disguised as a tea invitation."

"Same thing," he said, still grinning.

Gu Jie tilted her head. "Master, it is the Emperor! You should feel honored…. I think?"

"Honored? You think? I feel targeted." I rubbed my face. "I haven't even been here for long. What did I even do?"

Jiang Zhen tapped his chin. "A lot."

I groaned. "I was hoping to lay low."

Jiang Zhen shook his head. "Too late for that. The Emperor personally acknowledging you means everyone will be watching."

"Great," I muttered. "Just what I needed."

Jiang Zhen leaned back. "So? Are you going?"

I sighed, staring at the ceiling. 100 days. That was enough time to prepare. Maybe? But did I even have a choice? It was phrased politely, sure. But nobody refused an imperial summons. Heck, back in LLO, if I refused a King's decree, I would suffer a bounty on my head.

It seemed... I am going to have a long talk with Ren Jin.

I needed to figure out what I was walking into.

047 The Grand Feast

The Grand Feast was in full swing. Laughter, music, and the rhythmic beat of festival drums filled the air, seeping into the manor like an unstoppable tide. From the window, I could see dragons—long, twisting constructs of silk and light—dancing through the streets, weaving between glowing lanterns. By the gates, food stalls displayed their finest dishes, their aroma rich enough to make even the most disciplined cultivators falter.

And yet, I had no time to indulge.

I moved deeper into the estate, navigating past servants and guests, searching for Ren Jin's office. Asking for directions seemed like the quickest way, but I had to be careful. Some people recognized me immediately, whispering to their companions, while others just gave vague gestures and went on with their business.

"Excuse me," I stopped a passing attendant. "Do you know where I can find His Highness' office?"

The man blinked, clearly surprised. "Ah, Lord Ren Jin? It should be deeper inside, past the second courtyard."

I thanked him and followed his instructions.

The next person I asked, a guard, narrowed his eyes. "What business do you have?"

"Official business," I said vaguely.

He looked unimpressed but pointed me further down the hall.

Eventually, after a few more inquiries, I arrived at the office area. The hall was quieter here, away from the festivities. A lone figure stood by the door—a battle-ready woman in pristine armor, her posture rigid and unmoving.

Chief Enforcer Liang Na.

Her sharp eyes flicked toward me as I approached, her hand resting lightly on the pommel of her sword. I stopped a respectful distance away.

"Chief Enforcer," I greeted.

She inclined her head slightly. "State your purpose."

"I'm here to see Ren Jin."

She studied me for a moment before speaking again, her voice level. "Is he expecting you?"

I scratched my cheek. "I doubt it, but it's important."

She didn't move immediately, assessing me like one would a particularly suspicious guest. Then, without a word, she turned and knocked on the door.

There was something about Liang Na that always felt… off. Not in a sinister way, but in a way that made it hard to believe she was just a Chief Enforcer. She was too composed, too unreadable, like nothing in the world could shake her. Even now, as she pushed the door open at Ren Jin's permission, her movements were measured and effortless.

Inside, Ren Jin stood from his seat and offered a martial artist's greeting, fist to palm. I returned the gesture as he sat back down and gestured for me to do the same.

"I owe you an apology," he said. "The imperial summons—I didn't see it coming. Otherwise, I would have given you a heads-up."

I leaned back in my seat. "Then I take it you have no say in this?"

Ren Jin exhaled through his nose, looking just a little weary. "The decree came directly from the Emperor. Even if I had known, I doubt I could have stopped it."

I clicked my tongue. "Can't you tell him I won't be going?"

He sighed, rubbing his temple. "That would be… incredibly difficult. And highly unwise."

"Unwise?"

Ren Jin gave me a flat look. "It's an imperial decree, not an invitation you can casually decline. Even if the tone was polite, it carries the weight of the Empire. If you refuse, it won't just disappear. You'll be making a statement—one the court won't take lightly."

That was troubling. I frowned. "Do you have any idea why he's inviting me?"

He hesitated. Then, almost reluctantly, he said, "I might have been hasty in sending my report about the Great Enemy."

I blinked. "Hasty how?"

Ren Jin leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "The Emperor has been searching for signs of the Great Enemy for years. My report confirmed that the threat has resurfaced. You, Da Wei, are one of the few people to have fought it directly and lived to tell the tale."

I stared at him. "So you're saying this is about that?"

Ren Jin nodded. "I can't be sure, but it's likely. The Emperor takes these matters seriously. He might want to hear your firsthand account. Or..." He trailed off.

"Or?"

Ren Jin met my gaze. "Or he might have something else in mind."

I sat there, turning the thought over in my head. The Emperor knew about the existence of the Great Enemy. More than that, he even used the same denotation I would have used in my mother tongue. That was… unsettling.

I looked at Ren Jin. "How long have you known about the Great Enemy?"

Ren Jin tapped his fingers on the desk. "Not long."

"How much do you know about them?"

He exhaled through his nose. "Only what you told me."

I frowned. "You mean—?"

He nodded. "Before you explained it, I had no real concept of them. The term was unfamiliar. I sent my report to the Empire, detailing what I had learned from you, and only then did I receive confirmation from above that the Great Enemy was a known entity."

I narrowed my eyes. "So you only recently learned what they were, after sending your report?"

"Exactly."

That was… odd. So the Empire did know something. The question was—how long have they known?

Ren Jin reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small statue. He set it on the table between us. The moment I saw it, my skin prickled.

It was a demon. Not just any demon—but one exactly like those from Lost Legends Online.

I picked it up, inspecting the craftsmanship. The details were eerily familiar—the sharp, angular features, the way the horns curved, even the texture of the sculpted flesh. It was unmistakable.

"Where did you get this?" I asked.

Ren Jin leaned back. "It was sent to me after my report reached the Empire. Along with a message: 'Be wary of devil worshippers.'"

I stared at him. "That's it?"

"That's it."

That was curious. The Empire knew something. They had their own term for it. They even had iconography matching the demons from LLO. But they hadn't briefed their own prince about it until after he sent a report?

Just how long had the Empire been aware of the Great Enemy?

Ren Jin tapped the table, his gaze shifting toward the pile of scrolls beside him. "After the incident with… the Demon, I did some digging."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Wordlessly, he unrolled the first scroll and slid it across the table toward me. The ink was old but well-preserved. The characters spoke of an event from nine hundred years ago—a calamity that swept across the land, leaving only bones in its wake.

"The Undead Calamity," Ren Jin said, watching my expression. "Nine hundred years ago, the dead refused to stay dead. Entire dynasties fell to the relentless tide of walking corpses. No one knows what started it, only that it ended just as suddenly as it began."

I frowned, flipping through the aged parchment. "So… cultivators? Some forbidden technique gone wrong?" Best bet, it was necromancers… or maybe it was the Gods of the Underworld Faction ripping out a hole in the fabric of reality to stage an invasion.

Ren Jin shook his head. "No. By all accounts, this wasn't the work of mortals."

That was concerning. I set the scroll aside as he pulled out another.

"This one details what happened seven hundred years ago," Ren Jin continued.

I scanned the text. Unlike the first, this one spoke of a quieter catastrophe. Kingdoms disappeared—not through war, not through plague, but through complete and utter erasure. One day, they were thriving. The next, they were gone.

I looked up. "You're telling me entire civilizations just… ceased to exist?"

This sounded like the work of… Angels.

It seemed the Heaven Faction also tried a hand on conquering this world.

Ren Jin's lips pressed into a thin line. "There are no remains. No ruins. No records beyond those written after the event."

A cold weight settled in my stomach. If it weren't for these historical accounts, no one would have even known those kingdoms ever existed. I pushed the scroll away.

"And this one?" I gestured to the final scroll.

Ren Jin's expression darkened. "The Bizarre War."

I took the parchment and read. Three hundred years ago, something changed. Immortals—those who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation—began to lose their minds. Some vanished. Some turned on their sects. Others waged war on the world itself.

I exhaled. "So what, insanity? Possession?"

"No one knows," Ren Jin admitted. "What is known is that the chaos shook heaven and earth. The war devastated the world. Those who were once revered as protectors became its greatest threats."

It sounded a hell of a lot like the work of the Eldritch Faction.

I set the scroll down and looked at him. "And this was the most brutal calamity yet?"

Ren Jin nodded. "It was. The chaos wiped out sects, kingdoms, and entire lineages. But it also provided an opportunity—one my father took full advantage of. It was during this period of instability that the Empire rose to power."

I absorbed his words, my mind churning. A calamity every few centuries. Each time, the world was reshaped. And now, I was being summoned to the Imperial Capital.

The timing was too convenient.

Okay… let's review.

Undead Calamity? Definitely the Underworld's work. Walking corpses rising from the grave and wiping out dynasties sounded like classic necrotic interference.

Vanished civilizations? Probably Heaven. Erasing entire kingdoms with no trace left behind? That reeked of divine meddling.

Immortals going insane and waging war? Yeah, that had Eldritch written all over it. The kind of madness that didn't come from internal deviation but from something outside the system.

And now, Xianxia Land was about to get the demon experience.

The pattern was obvious. Every few centuries, the Great Enemy made its move, and every time, it failed. The world still stood. The world endured. The Empire still ruled. The major sects still existed.

Props to the denizens of this world for holding their ground… but why? Why did the Great Enemy keep failing? Were they being repelled by something stronger, or was I just misreading the signs?

I rubbed my temples, then looked up at Ren Jin. "What's going to happen to Yellow Dragon City?"

Ren Jin leaned back in his chair. "It depends. With the demon out of the picture, the city will stabilize. The city won't fall into chaos, if that's what you're worried about."

I nodded. That was one less thing to think about. "And you?"

He smirked. "I'm a prince, a governor, and this is basically my home. I will probably raise funds to empower the military and prepare for the Great Enemy."

"Figures." I exhaled and leaned forward. "I'm thinking of heading to the main continent. Any advice?"

Ren Jin's smirk faded. "You'll find better cultivation techniques there, but you'll also find more competition. Stronger sects, stronger cultivators, and politics more cutthroat than you can imagine."

I expected as much. "And the Emperor? How should I treat him?"

Ren Jin studied me for a moment before answering. "Carefully."

"That's vague."

"It's the best advice I can give you." He leaned forward, voice lowering slightly. "You're an outsider, Da Wei. You might have helped the city, but that doesn't mean the Empire trusts you. The Emperor inviting you to tea is already a rare gesture. If you insult him or refuse, you'll be making an enemy you cannot afford to make."

I sighed. "So basically, smile, bow, and try not to piss him off."

"More or less."

"And the Imperial Court?"

Ren Jin's lips curled into a knowing smile. "A den of dragons. If you're lucky, they'll ignore you. If you're unlucky, they'll see you as a threat."

Great. Just what I needed.

I leaned back in my chair, processing everything. The main continent was a bigger stage, a more dangerous one. But if I wanted answers—and if I wanted to get stronger—I had no choice but to go.

"I think I'll join the auction," I said, leaning back in my chair.

Ren Jin raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I'm curious," I admitted. "The demon came all the way here and risked exposing himself. He must've wanted something really badly. I want to know what it was."

Ren Jin tapped his fingers on the desk, considering my words. "That's not a bad idea. The auction is closed-door, but with your current status and my word, getting in shouldn't be a problem. I will send someone to you if it comes to it."

I nodded. "Might as well see what's so special."

"Just be careful," he said. Ren Jin gave me a knowing look. "Try not to cause a scene."

"Duly noted," I said, standing up. "What do you take me for, Lord Governor?"

"A walking disaster," he replied dryly.

I didn't dignify that with a response.

Stepping out of the office, I took a deep breath. The air smelled of roasted meats, spiced wines, and incense, all blending into a festival's chaos. The Grand Feast was in full swing.

From the manor window, I could see dragons—puppeted by skilled performers—twisting and turning in the streets below, accompanied by the rhythmic pounding of war drums. Near the gates, long tables overflowed with food, distributed freely to the people. A group of musicians played a lively tune, their instruments ringing above the crowd's laughter and chatter.

Yellow Dragon City was alive.

And soon, I'd be leaving it behind.

The thought sat oddly in my chest. I never planned to stay here long, but now that my time was running out, I felt a strange reluctance. Maybe it was because this was the first place where I'd really lived in this world—fought battles, made connections, and gotten dragged into problems way beyond my intent.

Or maybe I just liked the food.

Either way, I decided I might as well enjoy the little time I had left here.

I started walking, letting the energy of the festival carry me. Somewhere in this city, the auction would take place. Somewhere among the treasures being sold, I'd find the answer to what Brukhelm had been searching for.

And if it turned out to be something important… well.

I'd make sure it didn't fall into the wrong hands.

048 The Governor & His Wife

Yue Ruo stepped into her husband's office, her footsteps quiet against the polished wooden floor. Ren Jin sat behind his desk, fingers steepled in thought, while Chief Enforcer Liang Na stood at attention by the window. At her entrance, both turned their gazes toward her, though it was Liang Na who acknowledged her first with a polite nod.

"Have you reached a decision?" Yue Ruo asked, her voice even.

Ren Jin exhaled through his nose, rubbing his temple. "We need to assign someone to the Daoist."

Daoist. There was only one person they could mean—Da Wei, the mysterious cultivator who had appeared out of nowhere and somehow managed to entangle himself with imperial decrees, demonic plots, and sect affairs alike.

Liang Na's expression did not shift. "I still believe it's unnecessary. He's proven capable of handling himself."

Ren Jin scoffed. "Handling himself? The closer he gets to the Empire, the crueler the world becomes. Do you think those old monsters will tolerate his presence if he stumbles into their territory unprepared?"

Yue Ruo quietly moved to the side, listening as her husband continued.

"I don't want to be blamed when some arrogant sect provokes him, and he wipes them off the map," Ren Jin muttered, shaking his head. "If he acts out of ignorance rather than malice, it would be a waste of a perfectly salvageable sect."

Liang Na crossed her arms. "And who do you propose we send? No one will be able to control him."

"Not control," Ren Jin corrected. "Guide. Someone who understands the landscape, the unspoken rules, the undercurrents of power." His gaze landed on her meaningfully. "You would be the best choice."

Yue Ruo watched as Liang Na's jaw tensed. She had known the Chief Enforcer for years, long enough to recognize when she was displeased.

"I refuse." Liang Na's tone was firm. "I belong here, protecting you and your family. I will not leave."

Yue Ruo took a slow breath before speaking. "And you should stay."

Both Ren Jin and Liang Na turned to her.

Yue Ruo met her husband's gaze. "Attaching her to the Daoist might gain us valuable insight, and it might build good rapport with him… but at what cost?" Her fingers traced the embroidery on her sleeve. "The main continent is not the Riverfall Continent. It is an entirely different battlefield."

She turned her gaze to Liang Na. "You may be able to stand toe-to-toe with the sect masters here, but over there? You would be stepping into a world of tigers and dragons."

Ren Jin exhaled, leaning against his chair. "You're saying it's too great a risk?"

"It is," Yue Ruo affirmed. "Not just to Liang Na, but to the city." She held his gaze steadily. "We can't afford to lose her."

Ren Jin rubbed his temple, silent for a moment. Then, he let out a tired chuckle. "I had a feeling you would say that." He sat up straight, looking at Liang Na with a sharp gaze. "Then I will demand one thing in exchange."

Liang Na raised a brow. "And that is?"

"If you stay, you must protect the city—not just me and my family."

Yue Ruo felt a strange sense of understanding settle over her. So that was his true intention.

She knew firsthand where Liang Na's priorities lay. When the demon had attacked, when all hell had broken loose, she had obeyed Ren Jin's orders to the letter—but the moment she was free to act, she had gone straight for Yue Ruo and the children. She had dragged them to safety, ignoring everything else.

Because Liang Na had not sworn to protect the city. She had sworn to protect Ren Jin and those he held dear.

Liang Na was silent for a long moment. Then, finally, she said, "I understand."

Ren Jin's gaze softened. "Good."

Yue Ruo watched as her husband leaned back, looking more at ease now. She had no doubt he had anticipated this outcome from the beginning. He always did.

There was no reason to send their most powerful warrior. Even if Liang Na's strength remained a secret, exposing her was a risk. Her past as a hidden dagger of the empire—if uncovered—would only paint a target on her back.

But they still had to send someone.

Yue Ruo exhaled, her thoughts drifting elsewhere. To her second son.

Ren Xun.

A boy with little talent in cultivation but a kind heart. A wastrel in the eyes of many, yet dearly loved by those who knew him. Unfortunately, such affection made him a pawn to some.

Ren Jin would not rule this city forever. Whether he died, was exiled, or ascended to the throne, Yellow Dragon City would one day need a new governor. And there were those who saw Ren Xun as a convenient piece to maneuver.

Their thinking was painfully naive. But that was the nature of power.

Yue Ruo turned to her husband. "Then send Ren Xun."

Ren Jin frowned. "What?"

She met his gaze evenly. "Send our son to follow the Daoist."

Ren Jin leaned forward, resting his arms on his desk. "Ren Xun is only at the First Realm. Do you really think that would be wise?"

Yue Ruo clasped her hands together. "It would be to our benefit."

Ren Jin studied her carefully. "Explain."

Yue Ruo didn't hesitate. "If Ren Xun remains here, he will become a tool for someone's schemes. If he travels with the Daoist, he will gain experience, broaden his horizons, and most importantly—he will be beyond their reach."

Ren Jin still seemed unconvinced. "And what makes you think the Daoist would accept him?"

Yue Ruo smiled slightly. "We appeal to his righteous nature."

Her husband let out a quiet sigh. "You make it sound so simple."

"It is simple," she said. "You and I both know he won't abandon a defenseless guide, no matter how much he wants to walk his own path."

Ren Jin rubbed his temple, clearly deep in thought. Finally, he let out a tired chuckle. "You've thought this through."

"Of course," she replied. "Have I ever not?"

Ren Jin shook his head. "Very well. Let's see if the Daoist takes the bait."

Yue Ruo tapped a finger against the armrest of her chair, her voice calm yet deliberate. "The Daoist will take him if we make it a condition."

Ren Jin arched a brow. "A condition?"

She nodded. "Lin Lim."

At the mention of the name, Ren Jin's expression darkened. "That strange beggar-woman?"

"The same one who has captured our son's heart," Yue Ruo confirmed. "If we tie Ren Xun's departure to Lin Lim's people, Da Wei would have a harder time refusing."

Ren Jin leaned back, considering her words. "You believe he'll accept just for her sake?"

"My spies tell me Da Wei is acquainted with her," Yue Ruo said. "Perhaps not closely, but enough that he might see it as a reasonable request."

Ren Jin exhaled. "Convenient."

"Very."

The room fell silent for a moment before Liang Na finally spoke. "What of the Great Enemy?"

Yue Ruo folded her arms. "You mean the demons?"

Ren Jin shook his head. "If only it were that simple." He glanced at Liang Na. "Da Wei knew about them long before we did. He even calls them the 'Great Enemy,' as if he's encountered them before."

Liang Na narrowed her eyes. "And yet, we know so little."

Yue Ruo looked at her husband. "You're worried about what Da Wei might uncover?"

Ren Jin sighed. "I'm worried about what he might drag into this city."

The three of them sat in silence, each lost in thought. Then, Liang Na straightened. "I've stayed too long."

Ren Jin nodded, already expecting her departure. "Back to your duties, then."

Liang Na gave a shallow bow, then turned to leave. Before stepping out, she glanced at Yue Ruo. "Whatever comes next, be ready."

Then she was gone.

Yue Ruo walked over to where Ren Jin sat, lowering herself gracefully onto his lap. She leaned into his chest, tracing a finger along the embroidery of his robe. "Hmmm… something just crossed my mind," she murmured.

Ren Jin smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Is it about how handsome your husband is?"

She chuckled, pressing a playful kiss to his cheek. "Flatter yourself all you like, but I was talking about the auction."

He hummed in thought, fingers lazily running through her hair. "What about it?"

"Who's hosting it?"

Ren Jin exhaled through his nose. "Old Song."

Yue Ruo pulled back slightly, raising a brow. "Ah, the old codger? Can't believe he's still alive."

Ren Jin let out a soft laugh. "Neither can I."

"Last I remember, he was half-dead from drinking his weight in liquor. What's he been up to?"

"I've relayed my orders to him to look out for devil worshippers," Ren Jin said. "His cultivation might be low, but he's a talented spymaster. Knows how to sniff out trouble before it even thinks of knocking on our door."

Yue Ruo tilted her head, intrigued. "Devil worshippers, hmm? Is there something you're not telling me?"

Ren Jin sighed, pulling her closer. "Only that things are getting more complicated. The demons aren't just appearing in isolated incidents anymore. If there's one thing Old Song is good at, it's following whispers. If anything stirs in the shadows, he'll hear about it."

Yue Ruo rested her head against his shoulder, listening to the steady beat of his heart. "Then I suppose we'll have to keep our ears open as well."

Ren Jin squeezed her hand. "We always do."

Yue Ruo stretched lazily, still nestled in Ren Jin's embrace. "So, what's the word from the sects?"

Ren Jin exhaled, his fingers drumming idly against the armrest. "Chaos, as expected. Isolation Path is in a celebratory mood for some reason."

She raised an eyebrow. "They celebrate?"

"That's what I said," Ren Jin muttered. "Not exactly the type to throw banquets and drink wine, but the spies reported they've been… rejoicing, in their own way. Something about an 'auspicious omen.'"

Yue Ruo frowned. "And Cloud Mist?"

"Picking fights with Isolation Path."

"Of course they are," she sighed. "They can't stand the idea of Isolation Path being happy about anything."

Ren Jin smirked. "That's about right. They've been stirring trouble left and right. Apparently, one of their elders took personal offense to something Isolation Path said—though no one actually knows what was said."

"Typical. And what of Sword Canopy?"

Ren Jin's expression darkened slightly. "Strangely quiet."

Yue Ruo pursed her lips. "That's not like them."

"No, it's not," Ren Jin agreed. "I have a feeling they're still processing what happened with Long Xieren."

Yue Ruo's eyes sharpened. "You think bringing him back to life shook them that badly?"

Ren Jin shrugged. "It's not surprising, really. The empire has techniques and artifacts capable of reviving the dead—it's just that they're rare and costly. The real shock is how casually Da Wei came to that decision."

Yue Ruo tapped a finger against his chest. "That's what gets me. Most people would hesitate, weigh the consequences. But he just… did it. No fear, no doubt."

Ren Jin's gaze turned thoughtful. "That's what makes him dangerous, Yue Ruo. He's not bound by the same logic we are. He doesn't think like a sect disciple or a noble son. And that's exactly why we need to keep an eye on him."

Yue Ruo sighed, leaning back into his warmth. "Then let's hope we don't end up on the wrong side of his decisions." Yue Ruo nestled against Ren Jin's chest, her fingers idly tracing circles on his sleeve. His warmth, his steady heartbeat—it was rare moments like these that made all the chaos worth it. She sighed contentedly, allowing herself to forget, just for a moment, the weight of politics and schemes.

Ren Jin smirked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "You're getting comfortable," he murmured.

"And?" she teased, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "A wife isn't allowed to enjoy her husband's warmth?"

His smirk deepened. "Oh, you're welcome to enjoy as much as you like." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I was just thinking, if we didn't have an entire city to run, I might've—"

A knock resounded at the door.

The two of them flinched, immediately pulling away from each other like guilty teenagers caught sneaking around. Yue Ruo straightened her robes, schooling her expression into something more dignified. Ren Jin cleared his throat, hastily adjusting his posture.

The door swung open, and in stepped Liang Na, her face impassive as ever.

Yue Ruo narrowed her eyes. "Do you not know how to wait?"

"I knocked," Liang Na replied flatly, stepping further into the room. Her gaze flickered between them, noting the awkward tension with the faintest twitch of amusement at the corner of her lips.

Ren Jin sighed. "What is it?"

Liang Na clasped her hands behind her back. "The Sect Elders of Sword Canopy and Cloud Mist are outside. They wish to speak with you."

Ren Jin's brow furrowed. "Together?"

"Yes."

He exchanged a glance with Yue Ruo. That was unusual. Sword Canopy and Cloud Mist rarely agreed on anything, let alone approached together for an audience.

Ren Jin exhaled. "Fine. Send them in."

Liang Na nodded, stepping aside. A moment later, two figures entered the office.

Long Xieren of Sword Canopy walked in first, his posture rigid, his gaze sharp. His every step exuded the discipline and controlled power of a seasoned swordsman. Behind him, Pan Xia of Cloud Mist floated into the room, his movements as fluid as the mist his sect was named after. Despite their vastly different auras, the tension between them was unmistakable.

Yue Ruo took her place beside Ren Jin, her eyes scanning the two visitors with quiet intrigue.

Ren Jin steepled his fingers. "Elders, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

Long Xieren and Pan Xia stepped forward in unison, their robes billowing slightly as they moved. Then, at the exact same moment, they both spoke.

"We wish to speak with Daoist Da Wei."

Their words overlapped, neither willing to concede to the other. Long Xieren's voice was firm and clipped, carrying the weight of the Sword Canopy Sect's discipline. Pan Xia's tone was smooth yet insistent, as if he were making a polite request rather than a demand.

A brief silence followed.

Ren Jin smirked, leaning back in his seat, fingers tapping idly against the armrest. Yue Ruo shot him a glance. She knew that look. Her husband had anticipated this, and now he was savoring the moment, squeezing as many benefits as he could from the two sect elders.

"I see," Ren Jin finally said, his voice carrying an edge of amusement. "Both of you? At the same time? That's quite a coincidence."

Long Xieren huffed, his patience already wearing thin. "Spare us the games, Prince Ren. Where is he?"

Pan Xia offered a small, knowing smile. "Indeed, there's no need for pretense. We both have matters to discuss with Daoist Da Wei, and we suspect you already know this."

Ren Jin chuckled, exchanging a brief glance with Yue Ruo. She didn't need to say anything—her slight shift in posture was enough to convey her amusement.

"I must say," Ren Jin said, clasping his hands together, "it's fascinating how invested your sects have become in one lone cultivator. But tell me, what is it you wish to discuss?"

Long Xieren's jaw tightened, but Pan Xia was the one who answered. "That is between us and the Daoist."

Ren Jin let out a slow, deliberate exhale, as if contemplating their words. "Ah, but you see, Daoist Da Wei is quite… unpredictable. It would be unfortunate if he misunderstood your intentions."

Pan Xia's smile faltered ever so slightly. Long Xieren, meanwhile, crossed his arms, his patience nearing its end. "Name your price," the swordsman said bluntly.

Yue Ruo nearly laughed. Ren Jin had them exactly where he wanted.

049 The Auction

The Yellow Dragon Festival was coming along nicely. Drums echoed through the streets, and the scent of roasting meats mixed with the sharp tang of incense in the air. Lanterns hung in long rows, flickering as performers danced below them. Everywhere I looked, people were laughing, drinking, and celebrating like there wasn't a single problem in the world.

And then an enforcer picked me up.

"Daoist Da Wei," the man said with a crisp bow. "It is time."

I blinked at him, then sighed. "Let me guess. The auction?"

The enforcer's expression didn't change. "This way, please."

I followed him as he led me off the main street, weaving through winding alleys that twisted like a labyrinth. The noise of the festival faded, replaced by the distant murmur of private conversations behind closed doors. Eventually, we arrived before a nondescript wooden door, the kind I wouldn't have looked at twice if I passed by.

The enforcer stopped and turned to me, his posture stiff. He offered another martial artist's bow. "The elders of Sword Canopy Sect and Cloud Mist Sect wish to speak with you."

I glanced at the door, then back at him. "And the auction?"

"The auction will commence next door over."

I squinted. "Right next door?"

"Yes."

Something about the way he said it caught my attention. I took a closer look at him—he was standing straight, disciplined, but his fingers were twitching slightly at his sides. The enforcer was nervous.

I patted his shoulder. "Calm down. I doubt they'll start fighting in the middle of a meeting."

He gave a stiff nod but said nothing else. Well, whatever. No point in making this any more awkward than it already was.

I pushed open the door and found myself in the back entrance of an inn. The scent of tea and wood polish filled the air. Before I could take more than a step inside, a servant waved me over from a distance.

"This way, honored guest," the servant said, leading me down a quiet hallway.

We stopped before a private room. The servant slid the door open, gesturing for me to enter.

Inside, Long Xieren and Pan Xia sat in silence, their eyes closed, their breathing steady. Meditating? Or just pretending to? Either way, this was going to be interesting.

I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. "What do you guys want?"

Long Xieren and Pan Xia opened their eyes at the same time.

Pan Xia spoke first, his voice smooth and polite. "Daoist Da Wei, we wish to make amends for how we treated you before."

Long Xieren nodded. "Indeed. We have realized our mistake and hope to establish a friendly relationship."

I raised an eyebrow. "That so?"

Pan Xia reached into his sleeve and retrieved a storage ring, sliding it across the table toward me. "A disciple of mine rushed to bring this from our sect. Inside are cultivation methods we are willing to share with our friends."

I picked up the ring and inspected it with my Divine Sense—only to immediately freeze.

Something felt… off.

Normally, one needed qi to probe a storage ring. A weak cultivator could barely get a reading without the owner's permission. A stronger cultivator might be able to brute-force their way inside, but it would still require effort. That was how it was supposed to work.

So why did I just… slip in?

It was effortless, like reaching into my Item Box. My consciousness extended into the ring's space as if it were a natural part of me. I didn't need to channel qi. I didn't even need to focus. It was just… there, responding to my thoughts alone.

I scanned through the contents—scrolls, jade slips, a few medicinal pills. No resistance. No interference.

Weird.

I withdrew my Divine Sense and frowned. My Item Box had always been a cheat-like ability, but this? If I could extend this connection to any storage ring, that meant… No. That couldn't be right. Storage rings had security measures. They couldn't be that easy to access.

Could they?

On second thought… wasn't this supposed to be payment for healing Jia Yun?

I squinted at Pan Xia. He smiled.

…Eh, I shouldn't be greedy.

Long Xieren then shifted forward, his expression serious. "As for me, I can offer nothing but my sword. You brought me back to life. That is a debt I cannot ignore. If ever you have need of my might, even at the risk of my death, I will answer your call."

I nodded, appreciating the sentiment. But between a favor and actual resources, I'd rather take the stuff.

"So the two of you don't mind me joining the auction?" I asked, slipping the storage ring onto my finger. "What's so interesting anyway that the honorable three biggest sects in the Riverfall Continent came all the way here? From what I heard, this is the first time your sects have ever bothered with Yellow Dragon City."

Pan Xia and Long Xieren exchanged a glance.

Pan Xia was the first to speak. "I heard a rumor." He leaned forward, lowering his voice as if someone could be eavesdropping. "A mysterious cultivation technique will be auctioned. One that doesn't conform to the conventional paths. Something… unprecedented."

I raised a brow. "That vague description got you to travel all the way here?"

Pan Xia smiled. "That vague description is the reason I had to travel all the way here. There are countless techniques in the world, but true breakthroughs are rare. If this one turns out to be legitimate, the Cloud Mist Sect will benefit greatly."

Fair enough.

I turned to Long Xieren. "And you?"

Long Xieren crossed his arms. "A weapon."

"...That's it?"

"A powerful weapon," he clarified. "A sword of unknown origins, one that resonates with sword intent."

I frowned.

"Possibly a spirit weapon," Long Xieren said. "Or perhaps something greater. The Sword Canopy Sect doesn't ignore weapons of high caliber, especially ones with history."

I hummed, mulling over their reasons. From what I heard of Jiang Zhen, Isolation Path was after a certain treasure as well.

Which meant all three of the major sects in Riverfall Continent had set their sights on this auction.

I prayed in my heart they weren't stuff from LLO or I'd go crazy…

An attendant stepped into the room with practiced grace, offering a polite bow. "Honored guests, the auction is about to begin. Please allow me to escort you to your seats."

Long Xieren and Pan Xia rose without complaint, moving as if this was something they had expected. I followed after them, and we were led through a side passage into a more private area. The moment I stepped inside, I realized just how exclusive this section was—there were barely a handful of people present.

Four dedicated seats were arranged at the forefront, each spaced just enough to provide a sense of importance without being excessive. It was clear these were reserved for significant figures, and the attendant led us directly to them.

Lei Fen was already there.

He sat with one leg over the other, his gaze sharp as he observed the auction hall below. The moment he saw me, he gave a knowing smirk but said nothing.

Long Xieren and Pan Xia took their respective seats without hesitation, each settling in with the air of seasoned cultivators who had done this many times before. Meanwhile, I turned to the attendant and leaned in slightly.

"I'd like to sell a few resources," I murmured.

The attendant's expression barely flickered, but I could tell they were mildly surprised. "Would you be willing to provide details on what you wish to auction, honored guest?"

I thought about it for a moment. "Materials mostly. Some rare herbs. A few useful items for cultivators."

The attendant nodded. "If you permit it, we can have an appraiser inspect them before the auction begins."

"Sure," I said, slipping a small pouch from my item box. "Let's see what they think of these."

The attendant accepted it with both hands and swiftly left.

I leaned back in my seat, arms crossed, as I thought about the items I had handed over.

Dusts. Bone fragments. Some odds and ends I had looted from the battlefield. Nothing that seemed particularly extraordinary to me, but I had read enough books regarding 'treasures' and 'items' in this world to know that rarity wasn't always determined by my own standards.

Some things were completely unfamiliar to me—mystical herbs with names that didn't match anything from Lost Legends Online, strange minerals imbued with spiritual properties, and qi-infused beast parts that held traces of the creatures' past cultivation.

But then there were things I had seen before.

Materials that looked suspiciously like the crafting components from LLO—hell, some of them even had the same names when I appraised them. World-Infused Bone Dust. Whispering Spirit Residue. Even a so-called 'Heavenly Thunder Crystal' that looked identical to a Lightning Essence Shard from the game.

It was strange.

You'd think being sent to another world would mean everything would be foreign. That I'd be stumbling blind through a land of complete mystery. But no—there were patterns here. Things that felt oddly familiar, even if I couldn't quite put my finger on why.

I didn't have time to dwell on it further, though.

An old man stepped onto the elevated stage in front of us, wearing drab robes that had probably been expensive once. His short silver hair was unkempt, but his posture held the effortless confidence of someone who had been doing this for years.

I still didn't have a clear way of detecting power levels in this world, but I'd like to think I passed my perception check pretty well. The man in front of us was genuinely old—not just one of those cultivators who looked ancient but were actually in their prime.

"My name is Song," the old man introduced himself, his voice steady but slightly hoarse with age. "But please, call me Old Song."

He let that hang in the air for a moment before offering a thin smile.

"I will be the host of this auction."

Old Song stood before us, an unimposing figure draped in drab, loose-fitting robes. His silver hair, short and unkempt, framed a lined face that bore the weight of years. His expression was calm, his eyes sharp, carrying the weariness of someone who had seen far too much.

I squinted at him. Something about him felt off—not in a dangerous way, but like he was a man who had lived many different lives and wore each one like a layer of armor.

And then it hit me.

Gu Jie had gotten my mundane books from an Old Song.

Huh. Small world.

If it was the same guy, then he was the reason I had my hands on those historical records and oddball texts about cultivation theory. That alone made him more interesting than the average old man.

Old Song cleared his throat, his voice steady but tinged with an age-earned rasp. "Before we begin, let me introduce myself properly. I am but an old man who has worn many hats in his lifetime—a soldier, a merchant, a civil official, and, at times, a fixer."

He smiled faintly, as if remembering past troubles with a sense of amusement. "In my younger days, I was known by many names. But here in Yellow Dragon City, I am simply Old Song. This auction? It exists because of my influence and the protection of Governor Ren Jin."

So, he had a good relationship with Ren Jin. That explained a lot.

"But beyond my ties to the Governor," Old Song continued, "I am also a member of the Adventurer's Guild."

I blinked.

Hold on.

Adventurer's Guild?

Here? In xianxia land?

That was… unexpected.

Old Song chuckled at my expression, as if he could read my thoughts. "Surprised? I would be, too. The Adventurer's Guild is not as well-known in these lands as it is in the more distant regions of the world, but it exists all the same. I have set up an offshoot branch here in Yellow Dragon City, though its presence remains small for now."

I stared at him, trying to process this.

An Adventurer's Guild. Here.

In LLO, the Adventurer's Guild was basically a catch-all organization for mercenaries, explorers, and dungeon raiders. It wasn't strictly a governing body, but it had influence. The kind of influence that probably let people bypass sect politics and work independently.

If the same principles applied here…

I really wanted to raise my hand and ask a million questions.

Adventurer's Guild? In Yellow Dragon City? How did that even work in a land ruled by sects, clans, and imperial authority? Did they have rankings? Missions? A point system?

But as much as I wanted answers, I wasn't about to interrupt the auction.

Old Song continued, his voice steady, carrying the weight of experience. "This auction serves more than just the purpose of trade. It is a demonstration—one meant to prove my usefulness to the Governor and to show that the existence of the Adventurer's Guild within Yellow Dragon City is worth permitting."

He smiled, the expression full of subtle calculations. "For that, I am deeply grateful for the presence of esteemed sect elders, honored guests, and influential figures gathered here today."

I glanced at Pan Xia and Long Xieren, wondering if they knew about this Guild's existence. They didn't seem surprised, which meant either they did know, or they just didn't care.

Old Song continued, "The Adventurer's Guild is an organization dedicated to uncovering lands long forgotten, charting the world as we know it, and—most importantly—protecting the people from the threats of demonic beasts and monsters."

His words carried the smooth cadence of a well-practiced speech, painting his organization in the best possible light.

I could respect the hustle.

After a few more lines about noble causes and grand ambitions, Old Song finally moved on. "Now, let us proceed with the auction."

The first set of items to be auctioned were—surprisingly—mine.

That was fast.

I hadn't even thought much about how much I was going to get. It was a last-second decision to sell them, and we hadn't discussed the details of my cut.

A familiar attendant approached me quietly, leaning in to whisper. "Honored guest, these are the calculated estimates for your share of the proceeds."

I took a look at the numbers, humming thoughtfully.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Feeling satisfied, I leaned back, watching as Old Song began introducing the first of my items to the audience.

050 End of Book 1 - Yellow Dragon Festival

The auction had been running smoothly for a while. A few items went here and there—treasures, rare herbs, cultivation techniques—but nothing that really caught my interest. My gold coins even made an appearance, marketed as some kind of special metal that could be refined into a weapon.

The Isolation Path Sect had been aggressively bidding on all sorts of medicines, likely stocking up for the demon threat. A few wealthy merchants also participated, throwing spirit stones at artifacts and treasures that, to my untrained eyes, seemed… questionable in value.

Speaking of spirit stones—I had no idea how much they translated to Lost Legends Online gold coins or even mortal currency. The latter probably wouldn't amount to much, but I couldn't even begin to guess what a "high-grade" or "low-grade" spirit stone was worth. Did cultivators use them like credits? Were they a universal standard?

Old Song was doing a fantastic job as the auctioneer, though. His ability to introduce each item with just the right mix of intrigue and mystery was impressive. I could see why the Governor kept him around.

Still, something nagged at me. How exactly did Gu Jie get acquainted with this guy?

I made a mental note to ask later.

Slowly, the auction reached its climax. The air in the room shifted, the tension growing thick with anticipation.

Old Song adjusted his posture and gave a knowing smile. "And now, we move on to the final three items of the night."

His voice took on a dramatic flair, waxing poetic about the significance of the upcoming treasures. He was clearly working the crowd, drawing out the suspense.

And then, the first of the three main items was unveiled.

I almost swore out loud.

It looked like a satellite dish.

Or maybe a radar?

The hell?

The object had a concave, metallic-like surface with faint inscriptions covering it. The moment I saw it, I had a gut feeling—it did not belong in this world. The other possibility was that… it belonged to one of those vanished civilizations.

Old Song smiled as he gestured toward the strange artifact. "This, dear guests, is a spell array of mysterious origins. It was discovered by an independent cultivator in the ruins of a forgotten kingdom. While its exact purpose remains unclear, scholars speculate that it was once part of a larger device."

He chuckled, adding, "Now, I must be honest with you all—this artifact, in its current state, does nothing. However, its craftsmanship is extraordinary, making it an excellent antique or research piece for those interested in the arcane arts."

The sect elders didn't bid.

Not a single one of them even blinked at it.

But the rich folks? Oh, they were all over it.

The bids started rolling in fast, spirit stones being thrown left and right.

I sat there, fingers twitching, tempted to throw my own bid into the mix.

But I held back.

Because honestly? I had no idea how I could even use it.

I had a strong suspicion that this radar—spell array—whatever it was, had some connection to another world, maybe even my world. But that didn't mean it would do me any good. Not unless I found the rest of whatever machine it was supposed to be a part of.

And then Old Song said something that made me pause.

"This artifact is not without precedent," he remarked. "There are records from several vanished kingdoms that suggest they may have used similar technology."

…Huh.

I suddenly recalled my conversation with Ren Jin. He had mentioned how the main continent had knowledge and techniques beyond anything in Riverfall. And now Old Song was casually name-dropping lost civilizations that might have wielded a level of technology that didn't belong in a standard cultivation world?

Interesting.

I leaned back, watching as the bidding war escalated, the price climbing higher and higher.

Maybe I should've bid after all.

The auction continued, and eventually, the so-called spell array was won by a local aristocrat.

Not that I was surprised. The guy had been throwing spirit stones like they were pebbles in a pond.

It would've been fun if I could have crushed them with sheer financial power like in some of the auction tropes I knew—where the protagonist flexes their wealth and makes everyone kneel in awe.

But reality was cruel.

I had limited funds.

So I could only watch as the strange artifact slipped through my fingers.

Still, there was no point dwelling on it. The final two treasures remained.

Old Song clapped his hands. "Now, dear guests, our second-to-last item is something truly fascinating."

A new attendant walked up, carrying a box with both hands. The moment he opened it, I felt my breath hitch.

Inside was an old, tattered tome.

…Why did that make my heart jump?

It didn't look special at first glance. The cover was worn, its edges frayed. But something about it called to me.

Old Song stroked his beard. "This mysterious cultivation technique has baffled scholars and experts alike. No matter what method we use, the pages refuse to be pried open."

I narrowed my eyes.

That… that sounded familiar.

Old Song continued, "Moreover, it is written in a strange language that no one has been able to decipher. An enigma, truly."

I can read it.

The moment I focused, the title became as clear as day.

White Path of Paladin Legacy.

A Legacy Advancement Book.

How in the loving word of g—

I shot up from my seat.

"One hundred thousand spirit stones!"

Silence.

The entire auction house froze.

It was the highest starting bid ever made.

People turned to stare at me. Even Old Song blinked in surprise, his composure cracking for just a split second.

One hundred thousand spirit stones— that was insane. That was like the final bid for the previous treasure just a few seconds ago!

I clenched my fists. Damn it. If I let this slip through my fingers, I'd never forgive myself.

I turned to the three sect elders beside me. "I would owe you big time if you let me have this."

Long Xieren and Lei Fen exchanged glances. They didn't seem too opposed to the idea.

Pan Xia, though?

He looked conflicted.

Out of everyone here, he was the one who had the most awareness of my strength. I could tell he was struggling. A mysterious treasure like this—who wouldn't want it?

But in the end, he let out a sigh and gave a reluctant nod.

I felt a little bad. It didn't satisfy me one bit to play so unfairly.

But that Legacy Book would only have meaning in my hands.

The White Path.

I'd already unlocked it.

The White Skill Path in Lost Legends Online was entirely focused on healing magic and removing debuffs. Great Cure, Cure, Cleanse—these were staple spells, the kind that kept an entire party alive through the worst of battles.

It could also be used to keep your character alive.

If I wanted to expand my powerset and fuse it with the cultivation methods of this world, I needed this Legacy Book.

And it was mine.

No one else bid.

Not a single voice raised in competition.

Even those who might have been interested held their tongues, probably warned by their own people.

Like a tyrant, I claimed it for myself.

I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to calm down as I stored the Legacy Advancement Book inside my Item Box—but, to maintain appearances, I pretended to put it inside my storage ring.

That should throw off any prying eyes.

And I thought the surprises would end there.

Old Song clapped his hands again. "Now, honored guests, we arrive at the final item of tonight's auction."

A large case was brought forth, adorned with intricate seals. Even before it was opened, I could feel something emanating from within—something cold, something pure.

The case was unlatched.

I stared at Long Xieren who was avoiding my gaze nervously. I remembered this dude being hyped about the weapon being a sword. I felt bad for him. Anyways, back to the case.

Inside lay a spear.

A long, silver haft. A spearhead forged from an ice-blue metal, etched with glowing inscriptions.

The Spear of Holy Frost.

I stiffened.

That was definitely an LLO weapon.

A semi-legendary one, to be precise.

Legendary—because once per day, it could deal true damage in a single strike, bypassing all defenses.

Semi—because outside of that, its stats weren't anywhere near an actual legendary weapon.

How the hell did it end up here?

Old Song stroked his beard. "A weapon of remarkable craftsmanship, discovered embedded in the deepest trench of the southern coasts by one of our Guild's adventurers."

My mind raced.

This wasn't like the Legacy Book. That had at least some excuse to exist here—maybe as an ancient, undiscovered technique.

But this?

This was a straight-up raid weapon from LLO.

What in the world was going on?

Did I want that spear or not?

Frankly, my gamer heart was screaming at me to grab it.

This was a raid-tier weapon, something that had taken entire guilds to farm back in Lost Legends Online. Even though Frost damage was a niche element, it had its moments—especially in boss fights against enemies weak to status effects like Frozen or Chilled.

But this wasn't LLO.

This was their world.

And I wasn't some overpowered protagonist who could just hoard every single rare item for myself.

Well… I could, but should I?

I leaned back in my seat, watching as the auction heated up.

This continent probably needed the Spear of Holy Frost more than I did. It wasn't like I lacked powerful weapons—hell, my Item Box had enough resources to put most cultivators to shame.

So I let it go.

The bidding war started immediately.

Sword Canopy and Cloud Mist went at each other, raising the price by the thousands in spirit stones. A few aristocrats tried to throw their weight in, but they were quickly outmatched.

It was fast. Brutal. Neither side wanted to lose.

But in the end, the spear went to Pan Xia.

Probably because he still had more funds left after not being able to buy the Legacy Advancement Book.

Pan Xia let out a deep breath as the final bid was called. He shot me a glance—one that was half frustration, half gratitude.

I smirked.

At least someone here was having a good day.

Lei Fen looked glum.

Long Xieren? Not so much. If anything, he seemed amused—probably at how this whole auction played out. Meanwhile, Pan Xia let out a long, relieved sigh as he held onto the spear like a lifeline.

And with that, the auction came to an end.

Old Song clapped his hands together, a genial smile spreading across his face. "Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you all for participating in this fine evening. As a token of appreciation, I have arranged a feast to celebrate our esteemed guests and patrons. Please, enjoy yourselves."

At the announcement, servants immediately began preparing tables, bringing out dish after dish, each more extravagant than the last. The sect elders, however, exchanged knowing looks.

Long Xieren rose to his feet. "I'll take my leave. This has been enlightening."

Lei Fen nodded, though he still looked sour over losing the spear. "I should return as well. Matters of the sect await."

Pan Xia hesitated for a second longer, but he, too, stood.

I wasn't surprised. This was xianxia—eating random food was a huge no-no for serious cultivators. Some believed it tarnished their cultivation, building up impurities. Others simply saw it as unnecessary.

But me?

I loved food.

"I owe each of you a favor," I reminded them before they left. "So if there's anything you need from me, just ask."

Long Xieren smirked, tilting his head slightly. "That's a dangerous promise, friend. I'll be sure to remember that." This guy really liked using the word 'friend' huh?

Lei Fen merely gave a stiff nod, while Pan Xia still seemed unsure about how to feel about me. Not my problem.

With that, the three elders left, leaving me to enjoy the real reward of the night—the food.

The feast was held in the same hall, but now the auction stage had been repurposed as a buffet display. Massive platters of roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and fragrant rice lined the tables. The scent alone was enough to make my mouth water.

The first thing I noticed? The seasoning.

This world had no shortage of powerful warriors, but they also had powerful flavors.

The grilled meat had a rich, smoky aroma, marinated in an herbal glaze that left a slight numbing sensation on my tongue—probably Star Anise Peppercorns or something profound sounding. There was a dish of golden-fried tofu, its surface crisp but soft within, swimming in a thick, umami-rich sauce. Pickled vegetables, fermented in some kind of brine, added a sharp contrast to the heavier dishes. And the rice? Perfectly sticky with just a hint of sweetness.

I took my time eating, savoring every bite.

Back in my past life—or rather, whatever fragmented memories I had, thank you [Corruption]—I'd been a stress eater. Even here, where my body didn't need food in large quantities, the act of eating still brought me comfort.

Unfortunately, comfort didn't last long when aristocrats and merchants started flocking toward me.

"So, young hero, you must have quite the discerning eye to recognize such treasures—"

"Would you be interested in a partnership? I happen to have access to—"

"Surely someone of your talents wouldn't mind sharing a few insights into—"

I barely resisted the urge to groan.

Socializing like this was the worst.

Thankfully, I spotted Old Song standing in the corner, watching everything unfold with a knowing smile.

"Excuse me," I muttered, making a quick escape.

Old Song raised a brow as I approached. "Trouble already?"

"You have no idea," I muttered, grabbing a cup of something that smelled vaguely alcoholic. "Mind if I hide here for a bit?"

He chuckled, nodding. "Be my guest."

And just like that, Old Song became my social shield.

I took another sip from my cup, letting the warmth of the drink settle in. "By the way, Old Song, thanks for providing those mundane books for me."

He chuckled, waving a hand dismissively. "Oh, that was no trouble at all. It's not often I get a request for books of all things. Most young cultivators only care for weapons, techniques, or riches."

I nodded. "Knowledge is power too. And speaking of that… what's Gu Jie's relationship with you?"

Old Song raised a brow, then let out a low hum, as if considering his words. "Ah, her. She's an interesting one. Worked for the Guild for a while—freelance, like most adventurers do. No formal ties, but she took on jobs when it suited her."

That… actually explained a lot.

"She doesn't seem like the type to work with an organization," I mused.

"Oh, she wasn't," Old Song admitted with a grin. "She never stayed long in one place, never took orders, and never let herself get too involved. But she got things done. That's the kind of people the Guild values. The free spirits, the capable hands willing to handle the dirtier work."

That got my interest. "So, tell me about the Adventurer's Guild. What's it really like?"

Old Song didn't hesitate to answer. "It's a relatively new organization, been around for at least five centuries. The guild operates under a simple philosophy—uncover the world, chart its lands, and protect the people from threats like demonic beasts, monsters, and whatever horrors lurk in the dark."

That sounded noble, but something in his tone suggested there was more to it.

I tilted my head. "And yet, you guys seem to have a… flexible sense of morality."

He grinned. "You catch on fast. The Guild isn't just some righteous order of heroes. We deal in the grey areas—places most sects, clans, or noble houses won't touch. We regulate the begging networks, maintain order among the criminal elements, and even set up ways to build legal connections with local governments."

I blinked. "Wait, you regulate begging?"

Old Song shrugged. "You think those street beggars are just random folks down on their luck? No, lad. In many places, there's an entire system behind them. Some are spies, some are informants, some are even runners for underground markets. The Guild ensures that system doesn't collapse into pure chaos."

I took a moment to process that. "That's… disturbingly efficient."

"The Guild has to be," Old Song said simply. "We operate in the shadows just as much as we do in the light. And if you're wondering why sects or noble families tolerate us, it's because we keep things manageable. We provide information, handle threats, and make sure no one gets too powerful without someone knowing about it. Hopefully, Governor Ren Jin sees value in our work."

That was a little too close to how things worked in LLO. Adventurers there had their own systems—reputation, ranks, an economy dictated by supply and demand. But here, it seemed more… integrated. Less of a guild, more of a shadow government in some places.

"And you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "How long have you been part of all this?"

Old Song laughed. "Not long at all! I'm just an old man who happened to be in the right place at the right time. I know little about the Guild, but if you are interested in our story, feel free to ask. For example, how they started with just a small tavern."

I leaned back in my chair, staring at him with newfound appreciation.

"Tavern?" I asked, recalling LLO again.

"Aye," Old Song said with a nostalgic sigh. "Down south, in the archipelago. Just a humble little place where mercenaries, explorers, and wanderers gathered. Over time, it grew—spreading to different lands, adapting to different cultures. Now? It's on multiple continents, operating in ways even I don't fully understand."

That was… fascinating. A small tavern turning into a continent-spanning organization? That kind of progression reminded me of how LLO's guilds worked—except this was xianxia.

I grinned. "Well, Old Song, that's one hell of a story."

He raised his cup. "And it's far from over, lad."

Old Song and I continued our conversation, letting the sounds of the feast fade into the background. The food was great, the company was tolerable, and most importantly, I was getting information.

"So, Gu Jie," I started, rolling my cup between my fingers. "What else can you tell me about her?"

Old Song hummed thoughtfully. "What, you interested in her?"

I scoffed. "Not in that way. Just trying to understand her a bit more."

"Fair enough," he said, stroking his short silver hair. "She's always been a loner, but that doesn't mean she's without allies. She has connections. Powerful ones. Not just within the Guild but also among rogue cultivators and even some unorthodox sects. She's the kind of person who can disappear one day and resurface years later with a whole different identity if she wanted to."

That tracked with what I knew of her. "She ever mention anything about her past?"

"Not much," Old Song admitted. "But from what little I gathered, she was once part of something bigger. Something that collapsed."

I frowned. "Like a sect?"

"Maybe. Or a clan. Or something else entirely," he mused. "All I know is, whatever it was, it left her wary of organizations that demand loyalty."

That explained her independent streak. Still, I filed that information away for later.

After a while, the conversation shifted to something more practical. "How long would it take to reach the main continent?" I asked.

Old Song sipped his drink before answering. "Depends on your method of travel. At a mortal's pace? Years. If you had a good ship and favorable winds? Maybe half a year. But if you're flying on a sword, like a proper cultivator? About a month."

A month? That was much faster than I expected, but still, a month was a long time. It made me wonder…

"Why a hundred sunrises?" I muttered.

Old Song raised a brow. "Hmm?"

"The Emperor's invitation," I clarified. "I was given a hundred days before I was expected to meet him. That's a lot more than what's necessary for travel. Why give me so much time?"

Old Song leaned back in his chair, considering my words. "That is interesting. The invitation wasn't exactly private either. The whole city heard it."

"Exactly," I said. "Which means you must have heard it too. So what do you think? Why so much time?"

Old Song exhaled through his nose, rubbing his chin. "If I had to guess? The time frame is for you, not them."

I frowned. "For me?"

"A choice," he said. "Or maybe a buffer."

I narrowed my eyes. "A buffer? Why would I need a buffer?"

Old Song shrugged. "That, I can't say. The Guild's influence only reaches so far, and the Imperial Court? That's way beyond our usual reach. However, if I had to hazard a guess…" He tapped a finger against the table. "The demon attacks might not just be happening here in Riverfall. Maybe they are expecting 'accidents' on your travel."

I stiffened.

That… made too much sense.

After the feast, I made my way back to the Governor's manor, my mind heavy with everything I had learned. The streets of Yellow Dragon City were quieter now, the excitement of the auction settling into the night air. I wasn't sure how I felt about any of it. The Legacy Advancement Book, the strange artifacts, the Adventurer's Guild, and now the possibility of a greater demon threat beyond Riverfall… It was a lot to take in.

By the time I reached the Golden Sun Pavilion, I found Gu Jie and Jiang Zhen deep in conversation, their voices low but animated. They were seated at a table, tea between them, with Jiang Zhen gesturing as he spoke.

"Refining your Qi is a delicate process," Jiang Zhen was saying. "You don't just absorb energy. You must guide it, temper it, refine it."

Gu Jie scoffed. "And yet half the time, cultivators just sit and breathe, hoping for a breakthrough."

Jiang Zhen sighed. "It's more than just breathing."

I smiled to myself as I stepped into the room. "You two are still at it?"

Both of them turned to look at me. Gu Jie raised a brow. "You're back."

Jiang Zhen nodded. "How was the auction?"

I walked over and pulled up a chair. "Interesting. Informative." I leaned back. "Also, expensive."

Jiang Zhen chuckled. "Did you buy anything?"

I tapped the storage ring on my finger. "A book. A very, very important book."

Gu Jie studied me for a moment before speaking. "And?"

"And I owe some people a favor now," I admitted. "Big ones."

She smirked. "That's how it starts, Master."

I let out a breath and glanced around the room. It had been a week since I arrived in this world. Seven days. That wasn't a lot of time in the grand scheme of things, but so much had happened already that it felt longer. I had a direction now—things I needed to do, questions I needed answered.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder.

"In ten years…" I murmured, more to myself than anyone else. "Where will I be?"

Gu Jie tilted her head. "What?"

I shook my head. "Nothing."

Because honestly? I had no idea what to make of everything just yet.

As I sat with Gu Jie and Jiang Zhen, a distant rumble shook the night. It wasn't thunder. The sky was too clear, the stars scattered across the heavens like specks of silver dust. Then, a sharp crack split the air, followed by an explosion of golden light.

I stood and stepped toward the window. Outside, fireworks bloomed in the night sky, their dazzling bursts illuminating the city in waves of vibrant color. Reds, blues, and greens flickered like embers before fading into smoke. The people of Yellow Dragon City cheered in the distance, their voices echoing through the streets.

Then, amidst the cascading sparks, something moved.

A serpentine figure slithered through the sky, coiling between the bursts of light. It shimmered like molten gold, its scales catching the glow of the fireworks. A dragon. No, the dragon—the Yellow Dragon itself. Its long body undulated, trailing ribbons of golden mist as it wove through the night.

I stared, barely blinking. "Is that…?"

Jiang Zhen stepped up beside me, following my gaze. "The city's namesake," he said. "A manifestation of its spirit."

Gu Jie scoffed. "A trick. An illusion."

"Perhaps," Jiang Zhen mused. "But does it matter?"

The dragon roared, a deep, resonant sound that rippled through my chest. It wasn't just a beast of light and mist. It felt real. And for a moment, I wondered—was this a construct of Qi? A guardian spirit? Or something else entirely?

Whatever it was, it soared above the city, a beacon of majesty and power, watching over its people as the fireworks continued to paint the sky.