It wasn't until a shared bicycle carrying talismans shot into the sky that I realized I could no longer keep my secret.
That morning, Tang Yurou transferred to our school. Her white shirt was like a flake of snow settling in the classroom doorway. The jade bangle on her wrist glimmered faintly, and my Great Evolution Art suddenly stirred restlessly. The night five years ago, when the Lin family was wiped out, seemed to be slowly crawling back from the depths of my memory. The cultivation world had returned, bringing spiritual energy and conspiracies with it. And I, a rogue cultivator who had survived by relying on street smarts, was forced back into action.
The trap was a net laid by Tang Qianren, with formations hidden even in the school walls. The turning point was the whisper of the Kunlun Mirror within me, lighting a fork in the road of fate at the brink of life and death. The price was the awakening of a bloodline sealed away for years. Every breakthrough felt like tearing a piece of my past from my soul. Tang Yurou cut through her family's shackles with her sword. Zhang Hao began hearing things he was never meant to hear. At dusk, Zhao Tiejun handed me my father's belongings... We became children caught between eras, belonging neither to technology nor to tradition.
If one day cultivation stops being a legend and becomes a blade pointed at reality, how should humanity choose? Should we submit to the cycle fate has decreed, or use hearts that refuse to stay in line to rewrite the game?
