Every farmer in Luoxia Ridge knows that the nine-year-old girl from the Lin family has a spear harder than stone.
No one knows that Lin Wei held a spear at three, pierced bluestone at five, and skewered seven gray wolves with a single thrust during the autumn hunt when she was nine. The pale golden spear aura gathering at its tip startled the Abacus King of Blackstone Valley so badly that he dropped his abacus.
“With talent like this, she has to be sent to a great sect!”
“The Lin family’s spear is for protecting our own. We’re not going to become someone else’s dogs!” Lin Xiao cut open his fingertip, then used his blood essence and spiritual materials to temper his daughter’s spear again and again.
Old Jin said, “Her spear aura is taking shape, but she still needs to temper her heart.”
So, at ten, Lin Wei carried her black-iron spear into Broken Cloud Ravine, faced an ice wyrm, and practiced amid baleful spirits, stubbornly mastering the three forms, “Lock,” “Coil,” and “Break,” until they were heavier than mountains.
The people of Blackstone Valley came to steal her spear techniques? One thrust shattered their front teeth!
Then the day arrived when the ten-year pact expired. A dragon’s roar rang out from the depths of Broken Cloud Ravine, and every monster across Luoxia Ridge trembled.
“My spear can pierce monsters, split mountains, and protect every single person behind me!”
