EYE OF THE FALLEN HEAVEN

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ike it, too, refused to lift its head. Lin Feng's breath left his body in slow, steady clouds as he lowe

otten glory, Lin Feng trained alone. The Eastern Wing, once alive with laughter and lessons,

anion, and the only thing that hadn't abandoned him. His skin was cracked from cold exposure, his

stance shift. A full-body rotation. H

e Two: Muscle Tempering... Stage Th

posture. No brother to shout encouragement. But

but its words etched into his soul. He remembered his father's voice-steady, distan

inst the wooden

raining field, two passi

that wooden stak

s every bone in his body, a

eng said nothing. He exhaled, adj

ists moved faster now. Not graceful-but deliberate. Brutal. Each twist and strike s

drums thundered acro

in formation beneath the main pavilion, while disciples lin

gon pillars and banners bearing the coiling crest of the Lin Clan. Martial So

e rolled through the square like a winter wi

nge will take place in the Wei Doma

end five disciples to

icipation ran t

be chosen by favor or birth. They will be decided by combat. Seven days fr

. Others whispered. Even outer-branch

crossed over bruised ribs, robe d

looked

at was

ivision, said to wield a Martial Soul that had only appeared once

is aura calm, but vast-like a

rlet Flame Wolf Martial Soul pul

ds in moonlight. And Lin Yu, the Earth Division's silent snake,

ent was mor

ng, it was

cy, influence, and balance. The three clans-Lin, Wei, and Zhao-formed the backbone

hould a genius rise within one, the others would consp

far behind in strength, these secondary houses hungered for

lan Exchange bo

youth-a chance to display honor and s

ace, but deeper control over resources, territory, and training g

-

er, incense drifted like phantom

ht. Across from him sat Elder Jian and two othe

least two spots with the Heaven Divisio

i Clan's next heir... he's rumored to have awake

dly. "Their silence this year reeks of

eng?" Elde

ai pa

rtial Soul. B

ive the intern

is gaze. "But sometimes... iron w

t servants who barely acknowledged him. One b

Lin Feng said coldly. "E

t said nothing. Lin Fen

meditated with tutors, Lin Feng lit

h, and began tendon-grinding, rib-wrenching moti

ree... I'

own his sides.

. Shadows danced. He

th his fathe

Soul Stone's silence. T

red s

thing deep-elusive, ancient.

ds echoed with battle cries. Lin

n. They struck with quiet force. H

p pass

one spat. "Still

y in the shado

ard it. Cho

is weak," he whispered. "It sharp

again. It cracked-

ll vi

e moonlight. His breath steady

crack in the

its cost: to crack the bones was to invite

se was not

Faced t

gged cliffs, qi-rich spr

no soul. No a

had his

his

ace," he murmured. "T

ruck

ack wi

ee

ourna

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be one