Year of the Rising Horizon, 99,995th year.
The bustling port city was alive with laughter and excitement. Among the cobblestone streets, a cheerful girl Sheng Linyue, courtesy name Yuzhen, dashed about with friends and her younger brother Sheng Haoren, her hair bouncing in the sun as she laughed freely.
Her beauty and spirited demeanor drew glances from many—a radiant combination of charm, talent, and lineage. Already recognized as one of Sheng Clan’s top genius, her presence was impossible to ignore.
Every year, selected students from all clans were sent to Tianlong Sect for four months, to learn discipline, patience, and the finer arts of martial cultivation. Linyue, skipping along with her friends, was eager to join the ranks, unaware that today would mark her first encounter with someone who would forever intrigue her.
Among the new arrivals was Xing Rongyue, the elder of the twin siblings, and her younger twin Xing Liuyue. That same year had also seen the birth of Linyue herself—three extraordinary children, each from a great clan, destined for the martial world’s spotlight.
Rongyue and Linyue were fast friends, their personalities harmonizing naturally, while Linyue found herself quietly fascinated by Liuyue, the silent twin of the Xing Clan. He did not return her smile, yet she could not help but feel drawn to him.
As the students gathered in the grand hall, clan names were called one by one. Each clan presented gifts and offerings, a demonstration of respect and tradition.
Linyue’s attention, however, remained subtly on Liuyue, who sat with his typical calm, unreadable expression. Rongyue tugged her hand, whispering:
“Don’t waste your energy on him. He’s boring.”
But Linyue could not agree—there was something mysterious in his composure that piqued her curiosity.
Class commenced, the instructors outlining the Tianlong Sect’s foundational rules with meticulous precision.
Time dripped slowly as lectures lingered, detailing discipline, ritual, and the philosophy of martial ethics. It was then that mischief struck: Huo Liangfeng, unable to endure the tedium, accidentally fell onto Feng Lianhua. Outrage flared immediately.
Feng Zihan placed a hand on Liangfeng’s neck, voice sharp:
“How dare you touch my sister!”
Sheng Haoren stepped forward, ready to reprimand Linyue, but she interjected fiercely:
“How dare you speak as if it were intentional! He did not mean it!”
Tension escalated quickly, attracting the attention of Long Wenxi, who called upon Liuyue for intervention.
The younger Xing, known as Bingyan Zun, guardian of order within Tianlong Sect, entered with a measured stride. His presence alone quieted the hall.
Assessing the scene, his gaze rested on Linyue—clearly the instigator of the chaos.
“Rules are rules,” Liuyue intoned. “You will write them ten times.”
Gasps filled the room. Ten times? Huo Liangfeng muttered under his breath:
“Yuzhen, you are doomed.”
Linyue, undeterred, replied:
“It’s easy.”
Everyone shocked when she said easy.
Liuyue’s gaze hardened, and the truth dawned: the Tianlong Sect held ten thousand rules. Writing them ten times meant a hundred thousand repetitions. Linyue’s confident smile wavered as the enormity of her punishment sank in—she nearly fainted at the thought of the monumental task before her.
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