[No harem, no formulaic tropes, no System. Read with care.]
At the start of spring, rumors spread of a treasure ship on the Eastern Sea, where an immortal preached the Dao. Thousands of young boys and girls knelt aboard it, drawing countless nobles and refined scholars to seek it out, but no trace of the ship could be found.
At the height of summer, thunder rang across Jianzhou, and a young man left Sword Mountain with a sword in hand.
At the autumn frost, wildfires broke out in the mountains of Yuzhou. The flames were terrifying and spread rapidly. Yuzhou was mountainous, and many local people lived in homes built along the slopes. As they slept, the fire suddenly engulfed them.
In less than three days, the flames had burned more than half the people of Yuzhou to death.
The wildfire was finally extinguished, but torrential rain followed, unleashing floods across all of Yuzhou. Some people died, others fled, and fewer than one in ten remained.
White bones lay exposed in the wilderness; for a thousand miles, not a single rooster crowed.
On a snowy night, a ragged young man came to borrow grain.
Silence blanketed the snowy night. The only sound was the soft scuff of the young man pacing back and forth.
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