The towering gates of Tianlong Sect groaned open as Elder Xing Lianchen and Matriarch Tianlong Yuhuan brought in the frail boy. Hanxu, ragged and small, clutched a bowl of steaming porridge as if it were treasure. He ate slowly, his hands trembling, savoring each bite.
Yuhuan and Lianchen exchanged a glance. Without another word, they led him deeper—toward the Core of Dragon’s Ascent Peak, the sect’s heart where the fused bloodlines of dragon and phoenix formed a single eternal spring.
Together, Yuhuan and Lianchen placed their palms upon the boy’s frail back, channeling their dragon aura and sword qi into his meridians. At first, it was calm. Then—
CRACK!
A deafening ripple burst from Hanxu’s core. A sword’s cry resounded through the heavens.
For a split second, the entire martial world shuddered.
Even Xing Liuyue—Bingyan Zun, seated in silent cultivation miles away, froze in place. His twin swords of Bing Jue and Yan Hun trembled on their own, bowing to the unseen force.
In the Xing Clan’s Sacred Hall, Patriarch Xing Zhenyu and his heir Xing Yichen both gasped, unable to move as their sword auras bent instinctively toward the surge.
What is this power?
All Xings felt a huge tremble at their soul, some even fainted.
When the storm subsided, Hanxu stood trembling. Around him lingered a light-blue sword aura, protective and alive, like a guardian spirit.
Yuhuan’s eyes widened as she whispered:
“Petal… ten petals…”
On Hanxu’s forehead, glowing faintly, bloomed a Lotus of Ten Petals—the myth, the unattainable dream of sheng clan.
Both Yuhuan and Lianchen collapsed to their knees, drained of qi. Yet their eyes were wet with awe and sorrow.
They pulled Hanxu into their embrace. For the first time in his life, the boy wept openly in the arms of adults who cherished him.
“You are not waste,” Yuhuan murmured. “You are the most special child under heaven.”
Hanxu clung to them, small hands trembling, as sleep claimed him.
Lianchen’s face darkened.
“If his aura remains unanchored, his body will collapse. We must seek the Song Clan—to get him a sword.”
Yuhuan nodded.
“But to request a true blade, we need Patriarch Zhenyu’s approval… and the council’s consent.”
Just then, a messenger rushed in.
“Bingyan Zun has arrived!”
Yuhuan inhaled sharply.
“The surge lasted a split breath, and he traced it? Worthy indeed of the name… Bingyan Zun.”
Xing Liuyue entered, robes trailing like snow and fire entwined. His cold eyes swept over Hanxu, still asleep, yet his expression softened for a moment.
“Twelve years ago, the heavens showed the omen—the sword adorned with petals. He is must be that child.”
Lianchen pressed:
“Ah Yue… his body will shatter unless a sword bears his aura. What must we do?”
Liuyue shook his head.
“No, Uncle. If we force his qi into an existing sword, his soul may splinter. His destiny is different. A sword of petals must be born from his own aura. Only the Song clan's, first clan leader prepared a sword, but it will not be a sword bound to him—it will be a sword born of him.”
Yuhuan frowned.
“Then what now?”
Liuyue’s eyes gleamed like moonlight on steel.
“Let him rest. For now, he must be trained in our clan’s foundational methods. When I return, I will prepare the sword.”
Liuyue outlined Hanxu’s path:
Righteous Sword Qi
The universal discipline, cultivating justice and moral clarity, which is only for Xing bloodline.
Silver Lotus Technique
Speed, precision, defensive qi—designed to merge aura with elegance which is essential if a person has sword aura whether Xing or not.
And for later…
Heaven-Splitting Justice
A secret art, one-per-generation, capable of shattering heavens themselves which only two persons have currently, Xing Zhenyu and Xing Liuyue.
“This,” Liuyue declared, “I will teach him personally… but only after four years of full training.”
The hall grew silent. Yuhuan and Lianchen understood. For the first time, Hanxu’s path toward destiny had begun.
Then Yuhuan asked, "Hanxu must be this generation holder like you liuyue isn't it."
Liuyue replied," Next generation holder, Aunt."
Liuyue added," Uncle add him under as my son in family registry, he will be Xing Hanxu, my son."
Both shocked, but understood, Bingyan Zun always does whatever he wants.
and then Add to home screen.