All-Under-Heaven Era, Year of the Vast Sky, 12th year after 100,000 years since the rise of the First Golden Dragon and Phoenix.
The summit was alive with celebration, but beneath the banners and incense, a silent drama unfolded.
Sheng Kaixuan, the 7-petal prodigy, had spotted a ragged boy observing from afar. Filled with arrogance, he began to strike. But before a single blow landed, Bīngyàn Zūn (Xing Liuyue) appeared. He did nothing but fix his gaze on Kaixuan, a piercing, almost ethereal look.
In that instant, Kaixuan felt as if the world had shifted. His knees buckled, and tears streamed down his face.
“Ah… Xuan, don’t cry,” whispered Kaixuan’s mother, stepping forward.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFnDzslvAwk
“Kaixuan, what is this?” Sheng Zhenwei, the Sheng Patriarch, asked sternly.
Yet Liuyue did nothing. He merely stood before Kaixuan, his gaze cold but calm.
“Bīngyàn Zūn… you are so respectable! Why are you threatening a child?” Kaixuan’s mother demanded.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZXhZsLpRdp
Kaixuan’s father, Sheng Haoren, stepped forward, his voice trembling with authority:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcbiygWTN2S
“Xing… Liuyue, just because you are powerful doesn’t mean you can disrespect the elders!”
Liuyue didn’t react. His eyes scanned the crowd, seeking someone else. But the ragged boy was gone — Lánhào had pulled Hánzhèn away during the commotion, keeping him safe. With a nod, Liuyue turned and left to attend the rest of the summit.
As Hanxu and Lánhào ran away through the bustling crowd, they collided with a curious figure: Xing Lianchen, an elder of the Xing Clan, younger brother of Patriarch Xing Zhenyu.
His sharp, penetrating gaze immediately sensed something extraordinary. Looking at Hanxu, he murmured:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7AaPYP6bnG
“This boy… he carries both Xing sword aura and Sheng petal aura… yet they are fighting within him.”
He gently took Hanxu by the hands. “What is your name, boy?”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWNq7M9SWad
Hanxu hesitated, eyes drifting to Lánhào.
Lianchen’s expression softened. Turning to Lánhào, he said, “Ah lian, what is this boy’s name?”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZODFeNjim
“Hanxu,” Lánhào said with a grin.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhGu3C6jEwr
“Hanzhen,” he added, “my best friend.”
The elder guided the two children toward a serene lake. There, Tianlong Yuhuan, the current Tianlong Matriarch, his wife, stood, her presence warm yet commanding. Lianchen looked at Hanxu, noting his malnourished frame and worn spirit, and shared what he had seen within him: the clashing auras, the untapped potential, the dangerous energy struggling to find balance.
Yuhuan bent down, her voice gentle as a flowing river:34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTnGoVfawoR
“If you come with Grandma, this Grandma will give you anything you wish, Ah xu.”
Hanxu’s eyes darted to Lánhào, hesitant.34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSFfzBUnDRh
“Can I see Lánhào after I come with you?”34Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHrWKNyOwWa
“Of course,” Yuhuan smiled, “we know him.”
And so, after the summit ended, responsible hands held the pitiful, small hands of Hanxu, guiding him toward Tianlong Sect, a place of protection, training, and new beginnings. For the first time in his life, he felt safety and hope — the start of a destiny intertwined with dragons, phoenixes, and the fate of the martial world.
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