TTC Chapter 321

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<Start of Arc 17: Hengwu Small World>

Qushan Town, Yunjia Village

The afternoon sun was particularly intense, burning down on people like a searing flame.

In the training ground, dozens of young boys were diligently practicing.

They trained bare-chested, their skin showing a bronze hue, and their muscles were well-defined, indicating the abundant strength within.

“Ha! Ha! Ha!”

These boys stood in a horse stance, fists clenched tightly, each punch sending a powerful gust of wind.

A few of the more robust boys were even more impressive; the wind from their punches seemed to produce faint rumbling sounds.

The boys’ sweat was hot, yet their expressions were extraordinarily resolute.

Every punch was incredibly fierce, and each person was continually pushing themselves.

At that moment, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl came over with a basket. Her skin was delicate, and her stature petite, but the basket in her hands was as large as a water tank. She seemed oblivious to the heat as she smiled and set it down on the ground. “Time to eat!”

The boys immediately stirred, retracting their strength and rushing over, dripping with sweat. “Xiao Yu, what’s for lunch today?”

The girl smiled, “It’s made by Uncle Cheng himself; you’re in for a treat!”

Before long, the food in the basket was divided, leaving only one solitary portion behind.

The girl looked and frowned. “Tianheng hasn’t come again?”

The boys were eating heartily, and someone replied, “He came, but he still can’t muster any strength. He left after less than an hour.”

The girl sighed, “He probably went to the back mountain again. I’ll go find him.”

The boys agreed, letting her leave.

The girl’s name was Yun Tianyu, renowned in Yunjia Village as a beauty of her generation. She had cultivated her skills to the Fifth Level of Houtian, making her an impressive talent among the direct descendants. Yet, she was gentle in nature and personally delivered meals to the martial artists after their training, earning her great popularity in the village.

The person she was looking for was her younger brother, Yun Tianheng.

Yun Tianheng was nine years old this year. Like the other direct descendants, he practiced the ancestral technique, the “Wind and Thunder Technique.” This technique was extremely aggressive and masculine, only suitable for males to practice, and it was very painful, requiring endurance beyond what most could bear. However, once mastered, it enabled one to overcome opponents of equal rank, making it a formidable martial art. When cultivated to its extreme, it could even allow one to become an innate expert, showcasing its value.

All direct descendants began their martial training at six years old and could often reach the flesh-refining realm within two years. At this stage, they could generate strength in their meridians, laying the foundation for further cultivation.

As a direct descendant with the name “Tian,” Yun Tianheng also practiced martial arts, but for some unknown reason, while all his peers generated strength, he felt nothing no matter how hard he trained. Over time, he gradually began to avoid training.

The other disciples felt sympathetic, and even the instructing martial master turned a blind eye to him.

Seeing that Yun Tianheng was avoiding it again, Yun Tianyu, out of frustration, picked up the last portion of food and went to the creek by the back mountain where he often went. However, this time, she found nothing.

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Outside the residence of the family head, Yun Zhenhai, a boy over six feet tall crouched low, dashing past the shadows and stopping at a corner. Then, he bent down sharply and leaped up, climbing onto the wall.

From where the boy was positioned, he could see a window of a house in the courtyard. He quietly hid in the green shade of a large tree, staring intently at the window for a long time.

After about half an hour, noticing it was almost mealtime for the others, he quickly jumped down and followed some secluded paths to arrive outside the villa, in a small valley flanked by two tall mountains.

This boy was Yun Tianheng. He gazed at the white mist spreading ahead, taking a deep breath.

The mist in Misty Valley had appeared on a certain day ten years ago.

Before that, this place was a favorite play area for the children of Yunjia Village, but since the appearance of the white mist, no one had been able to enter the small valley.

There had been some experts who tried to probe it, but all returned empty-handed. Those who attempted to force their way through suffered severe injuries or, in serious cases, lost their lives.

Over time, no one dared to enter anymore.

Thus, Misty Valley became a forbidden area.

Yun Tianheng hesitated for a moment, his eyes reflecting conflicting emotions. There seemed to be a deep-seated inferiority hidden there, along with a vague struggle and longing.

After a long pause, he clenched his fingers and quickly ran into the mist.

After running about two or three zhang, Yun Tianheng felt something wrapping around his waist. He relaxed, recalling that it had happened the same way yesterday. The more he struggled, the tighter it became, yet it always turned out to be harmless in the end. So, he stopped moving and let it carry him swiftly.

After a rush of “whoosh whoosh” wind sounds, Yun Tianheng was set down. He stood steadily and hesitantly called out, “Senior… Senior?”

At that moment, a gentle voice came from ahead, “Tianheng, you’re here.”

Yun Tianheng immediately replied respectfully, “Yes, Senior.” He paused, “I have brought the news you wanted.”

In the next moment, he saw a light ahead.

The mist that had wrapped around him dissipated completely, revealing a clear path. At the end of the path was a bamboo house.

Yun Tianheng pushed open the door of the bamboo house and saw a figure sitting cross-legged on a couch directly across from him.

It was a handsome young man dressed in a blue robe, who looked over with a gentle expression. The young man smiled slightly, “Please, sit down.”

Yun Tianheng sat down somewhat awkwardly, “The person you asked me to find yesterday, I found him.”

The young man’s expression shifted slightly, “Oh?”

Yun Tianheng continued, “There are a total of seven boys born in the same year and month as me, six of whom are just like ordinary people from Yunjia Village, but my uncle’s eldest son, Yun Tiangang, is quite special.”

The young man tilted his head, showing interest.

Yun Tianheng felt his tension easing a bit and continued, “Cousin Tiangang was very frail when he was born, unable to withstand the wind. My uncle specially invited renowned doctors to take care of him, and he gradually improved a little. But even so, Tiangang cousin cannot learn the ‘Wind and Thunder Technique’ as we do and rarely appears in public.” He thought for a moment and added, “Even for me, I can only see him once during family gatherings. I only know that Tiangang cousin is very fair-skinned, different from us, and has a rather cold temperament. Everyone says this is because he can’t practice martial arts.”

After hearing this, the young man finally nodded, “Then it should be him.”

Yun Tianheng fell silent, not daring to ask further.

Yesterday, he had rushed out in frustration and unknowingly ended up outside Misty Valley. Then, it seemed he heard someone calling him, and as a result, he entered the valley and was brought to this bamboo house to meet the young man.

At that time, the young man asked him about the situation in the village, mainly inquiring about the batch of boys born nine years ago. He didn’t understand why the other party was asking but didn’t know much himself, so he casually said a few things, preparing to return and inform the clan leader, his uncle. However, the young man pointed at his forehead, and after that, he found he could no longer speak of the matter to anyone else.

Yun Tianheng was, of course, frightened, but the young man assured him he meant no harm. In fact, he even offered to teach Yun Tianheng martial arts if he was willing to understand the situation better and respond to him. Naturally, Yun Tianheng was intrigued.

Today, he quickly sought out some news and hesitated for a while before finally coming here.

This young man was none other than Xu Ziqing.

Ten years ago, he and his senior brother, Yun Lie, had made a marriage pact to return to their sect to wed. However, midway, the Jile Peak Laozu came to ambush them, resulting in Yun Lie suffering severe injuries, nearly dying, and losing a significant portion of his primordial spirit. He had to rely on reincarnation to restore himself using innate energy.

At that time, Nan Zhengya used his abilities to calculate that the individual conceived in the Yunjia Village within this Hengwu small world would best resonate with Yun Lie’s primordial spirit. Thus, he employed a method to send the primordial spirit onto the path of reincarnation. However, this technique was quite mysterious, leaving both of them only aware that Yun Lie had successfully reincarnated but not knowing the specifics of who he had become.

Xu Ziqing soon parted ways with Nan Zhengya, who concealed his traces. Relying solely on his own strength, he broke through the Dragon Ascension Gate and finally arrived in the Hengwu small world. However, despite the weak rules of this small world, the Dragon Ascension Gate had given him quite a bit of trouble. Xu Ziqing’s foundation had already been shaken by his intent to forcefully break through, and after this ordeal, he suffered severe injuries and barely made it to the outskirts of Yunjia Village, where he had to confine himself within the valley to recuperate.

Shaking his foundation was no small matter. Xu Ziqing knew his senior brother was alive, so he naturally wouldn’t lose hope, nor would he allow himself to weaken his origin, fearing that when his senior brother returned, he would be too far behind. Thus, he settled down, setting up formations outside the valley to recuperate peacefully.

Ten years passed in this manner, and as Xu Ziqing gradually stabilized his foundation, he was about to exit the valley to search for his senior brother.

Just then, a child mistakenly wandered in, and for some reason, Xu Ziqing felt a connection and summoned him with a thought.

Upon meeting Yun Tianheng, Xu Ziqing had a premonition. He focused on the center of Yun Tianheng’s brow and examined his past and present lives.

This examination astonished Xu Ziqing.

Yun Tianheng’s previous life was someone he was familiar with… This person not only had some entanglement with him but also with his senior brother.

That person was the prince of the Kingdom of Chenghuang, Dong LiZhao.

How strange; Dong Lizhao clearly had the fate of an emperor and shouldn’t have reincarnated so quickly. Instead, it was his brother, Dong Lixi, who had been destined to die young. Yet, after only thirty years apart, had he already reincarnated?

However, upon closer inspection, Xu Ziqing vaguely sensed something.

Dong Lizhao’s reincarnation here… perhaps had some connection to them, their pair of Shixiong and Shidi.

Originally just a prince from a mundane world, he encountered Xu Ziqing and thus found a connection to the immortal world. If Xu Ziqing had simply walked away, Dong Lizhao wouldn’t have felt such longing for the cultivation world and wouldn’t have had any entanglements. But Xu Ziqing helped him resolve a national crisis, and with Dong Lizhao’s yearning for cultivation, this connection arose in his next life.

That past event, his shixiong, Yun Lie, had entrusted to a storage ring as a means to teach him some sword techniques, which also led him to be reincarnated here.

Perhaps it was also to allow Dong Li Zhao’s reincarnated self to meet Xu Ziqing.

Knowing all this, Xu Ziqing naturally acted in accordance with the heavens.

If he were to seek out his shixiong himself, his identity might present some obstacles. However, if he used Yun Tianheng, it wouldn’t seem out of place.

Thus, after discovering that Dong Li Zhao had both wood and earth dual spirit roots, Xu Ziqing used the prospect of martial arts as bait, sending Yun Tianheng on this errand.

Sure enough, he received the news.

It seemed he would have to find an opportunity to meet Yun Tiangang.

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Author’s note: Don’t worry, the shixiong is still the shixiong, and his situation is not simply about amnesia or not.

The primordial spirit reincarnation is equivalent to experience, and it is different from true reincarnation. For instance, Dong Lizhao has truly reincarnated; his past life is merely the catalyst for his current fate, and he has no relation to Yun Tianheng in this life. However, it is different for shixiong; the primordial spirit of cultivators is their true self. No matter how many times they reincarnate, they are still Yun Lie. The understanding of swordsmanship and everything intangible still exists, and the real flesh-and-blood body hasn’t completely perished.

Moreover, this reincarnation is meant to compensate for the shortcomings of the senior brother’s past, not to delay anything. Hasn’t anyone noticed? The three types of beings—humans, immortals, demons—have all been experienced by the shixiong; now, only “human” is missing.

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Translator: Lynn

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