The Record of the Hongmeng Sect's Guardians
Xiao Xuan is a rogue cultivator in the Savage Forest.
He is at the seventh level of Qi Refining, with no sect and no master. All he owns is a notched iron sword, half a moldy ration, and a broken temple with half its roof collapsed. Every day he gets up before dawn to check his traps. On a good day, he catches a rock rat. On a bad one, someone else even steals the rock rat from him.
One day, the Qingyun Sect's disciples snatch the prey he'd spent half the day chasing. His trap was dug for nothing, and he even tumbles into a cave, punching a hole in his palm on a rock. He gets back to his feet and picks up the bloodstained stone, weighing it in his hand.
It doesn't glow. It doesn't recognize him as its master. It doesn't even send him a single message by spiritual transmission.
Of course, he has no idea what the stone is. He only knows that he's wasted another day and needs to bring something back. Even a stone will do.
From the mortal world to the Immortal Realm, from the underworld to the Divine Realm. From one man with a battered sword to a group of people at his back who refuse to fall. From wanting only to fill his stomach to being willing to risk his life to protect something.
Lin Feng says, “To guard the sect is to guard your heart.”
Those words, which he made up on the spot, later became an ancestral motto engraved on a stone tablet.
He will lose many people along the way. But some will keep walking with him to the very end.
This is a story about protecting what matters. It's not power fantasy, but it's got grit. There will be plenty of heartbreak, but every blow will count.
