Xiaojun stood motionless in the chamber, his breathing still ragged from the battle. The dim light of the Crimson Soulstone bathed the entire room in an eerie red glow. The clash with the mysterious man had been a wake-up call. Whatever power the Soulstone contained, it was not only coveted by sects but also by entities far more dangerous. And it wasn't just the Jade Serpent Sect he had to worry about now. This mysterious figure was part of something much larger, and Xiaojun had a gut feeling that his troubles had only just begun.
For a few moments, Xiaojun allowed himself to process what had happened. He rubbed his temples, feeling the residual energy from the man's dark Qi blast still thrumming in the air. The energy in the room was oppressive, thick with malice and danger. It felt like the Soulstone itself was waiting—waiting for someone to make a mistake, to let down their guard, so it could devour them whole.
His system screen hovered in the corner of his vision, blinking with a new notification, but Xiaojun ignored it for now. The situation was bigger than another skill or boost. He needed to think, to strategize.
He walked slowly toward the Soulstone, his footsteps echoing in the vast, hollow chamber. The stone itself sat atop a pedestal, suspended within a cage of golden energy. The closer he got, the more he felt its power pulling at him, as though it was beckoning him to come closer, to touch it. To claim it.
Crimson Soulstone… What was its true purpose? The man had said it consumed those who tried to wield it improperly. But Xiaojun wasn't like the others—he had the system. If anyone could handle its chaotic power, it had to be him. Still, a sliver of doubt crept into his mind. He wasn't foolish enough to believe the system made him invincible. There were limits, and he had to find out where they were before it was too late.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, focusing his Qi, centering himself. His pulse steadied, and the familiar hum of his inner energy calmed his racing thoughts. Slowly, Xiaojun reached out, his fingers brushing the edge of the energy field around the Soulstone. The sensation was electrifying, like holding lightning in his hand. His Qi surged in response, clashing with the power of the Soulstone.
For a brief second, everything went still. Then, the energy barrier collapsed, and the Crimson Soulstone fell into Xiaojun's waiting hand.
At first, nothing happened. The stone was cool to the touch, surprisingly so for something that radiated such immense power. Its glow seemed to dim slightly as though it had been waiting for someone to finally take hold of it. Xiaojun lifted it, peering into its depths. The swirling red inside the stone reminded him of molten lava, but there was something else in there, something alive. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine.
And then, the voice came.
"You... have claimed the Soulstone. Do you understand the cost?"
Xiaojun's heart skipped a beat. The voice wasn't human—it was ancient, deep, resonating within his very bones. It wasn't like the system's neutral, robotic tone. This voice was something else entirely, something far older than him, older than the world he found himself in.
He swallowed hard, his grip tightening around the Soulstone. "What cost?"
The voice chuckled softly, a sound that echoed in the chamber like distant thunder. "To wield power beyond your comprehension comes at a price. Every action has its consequence. Will you claim this power, knowing it may consume you? Knowing it will draw the attention of those who seek it?"
Xiaojun stood there, the weight of the words heavy in the air. The man's warning came back to him. He had been right—this was no simple artifact. The Crimson Soulstone was a force of destruction, one that could easily turn on its wielder.
But Xiaojun had no choice. He needed this. If he didn't take the risk, someone else would, and they might not show the same restraint he did. His path forward was dangerous, but what other options did he have? He was already in too deep.
"I'll take that chance," he said firmly, his resolve hardening. "I'm not afraid."
The voice was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his words. Then, it spoke again, its tone cold and final. "So be it. But remember, once you begin, there is no turning back."
Suddenly, the Soulstone flared to life in his hand, the red glow intensifying until it became blinding. Xiaojun gasped as an overwhelming surge of energy shot through him, coursing through every nerve in his body. It was like being hit by a tidal wave of pure power, threatening to tear him apart from the inside. He staggered, dropping to one knee as he struggled to contain the immense force now pouring into him.
His Qi clashed with the Soulstone's energy, the two forces battling for dominance. Xiaojun grit his teeth, focusing all his strength on maintaining control. His system chimed in the background, trying to assist, but even with its support, it felt like his body was being ripped in half.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as he fought to hold on. Seconds felt like hours as the storm of energy raged inside him. He could feel his cultivation surging, his power growing exponentially, but with it came the creeping sensation of something darker, more insidious. It wasn't just power—it was corruption, the kind that could warp a man's soul if left unchecked.
With a final, desperate push, Xiaojun forced the chaotic energy to submit, bending it to his will. The Soulstone's glow dimmed once again, returning to a soft, pulsing light as the torrent of power subsided. Xiaojun collapsed, panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat. His hands shook as he stared down at the stone, now lying motionless in his hand.
He had done it. He had claimed the Soulstone.
[System Notification: New Ability Unlocked - Crimson Surge]
Description: Channel the power of the Crimson Soulstone to greatly amplify your Qi and cultivation for a limited time. Beware, overuse may lead to catastrophic side effects.
Duration: 1 minute
Cooldown: 12 hours
Xiaojun wiped his brow, his breath still shaky. The notification was a small comfort, a reminder that the system was still with him, watching over his progress. But even with this new power at his fingertips, the lingering warning of the voice echoed in his mind.
He had won this battle, but the consequences were still unknown. And now, with the Soulstone in his possession, the eyes of the world would be on him. The sects would come for him, the mysterious man from earlier might return, and who knew how many other enemies would be drawn by the lure of the Soulstone's power.
For now, though, he had no time to waste. He needed to get out of the vault and back to the safety of the city, where he could regroup and figure out his next steps. But even as he turned to leave, his mind was already racing with plans. This was his chance to climb higher, to move beyond the weak delivery guy who had stumbled into this world.
He'd become more than just a rogue cultivator with a system. He'd become a force to be reckoned with.
As Xiaojun moved through the dark corridors of the vault, the tension from his earlier battle still hung in the air. The eerie silence of the place was unnerving, and every step felt like it could trigger another trap or summon more enemies. His senses were on high alert, his grip tightening on the Soulstone as he edged closer to the exit.
He was almost out when the sound of footsteps echoed in the distance. He froze, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the direction of the noise. The guards from earlier hadn't left. Of course, they hadn't. They were still there, oblivious to what had transpired within the vault.
Xiaojun's mind raced. He didn't want to get into another confrontation, not so soon after his battle with the hooded man. But he also couldn't afford to wait here. His body was still recovering from the massive surge of energy he'd absorbed, and if he didn't leave soon, reinforcements might arrive.
He crouched low, activating Shadowstep once more. The cool, familiar sensation washed over him as he disappeared into the shadows. Slowly, he crept past the guards, their conversation now barely a murmur in his ears as he moved undetected. The entrance to the vault loomed ahead, and with a final glance back at the guards, Xiaojun slipped out, unseen and unheard.
The night air hit him like a splash of cold water as he emerged from the cavern. The mountain loomed behind him, dark and foreboding, but Xiaojun didn't look back. He had the Soulstone now, and that changed everything.
The system pinged again, this time with a series of new notifications. Xiaojun quickly pulled up the interface, skimming through the messages. His stats had skyrocketed after absorbing the Soulstone's power, and several new abilities were listed under his cultivation techniques.
But there was one notification that caught his eye, one that made his stomach drop.
[System Alert: High-Profile Artifact Acquired - Tracking Initiated]
[Warning: Multiple powerful entities have become aware of the Crimson Soulstone's activation. Increased risk of hostile encounters.]
Xiaojun's heart skipped a beat as the notification flashed in front of him. "Tracking initiated? Hostile encounters?" he muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the alert again as if it would change. But there was no mistaking the message: the moment he had claimed the Crimson Soulstone, he had painted a target on his back.
He clenched his jaw and closed the system window. There was no time to waste. He needed to move quickly and get out of the open. His gaze darted to the dark forest ahead, a maze of twisting trees and undergrowth. It was his best chance of staying hidden, at least until he could figure out his next steps. Staying out in the open would only make it easier for whoever—or whatever—was tracking him to find him.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale silver light across the landscape as Xiaojun slipped into the shadows of the trees. His senses were on high alert, his body still buzzing with residual energy from his earlier encounter with the Soulstone. Every rustle of the leaves, every distant sound of an animal moving through the forest, set him on edge. He couldn't afford to be careless now.
He moved silently, his footsteps barely making a sound as he navigated the uneven terrain. His Shadowstep ability had already worn off, so now it was up to his instincts to guide him through the forest undetected. Despite the danger, Xiaojun couldn't help but marvel at how much his body had changed since entering this world. He felt stronger, faster—his reflexes sharper, his senses more acute. The system was amplifying his abilities at an alarming rate, and with the Crimson Soulstone now in his possession, that growth was only going to accelerate.
But there was a downside to that power. The man in the vault had made it clear: the Soulstone wasn't just a tool to enhance cultivation—it was a dangerous weapon that could easily turn on its wielder. And now, with the system's warning ringing in his ears, Xiaojun knew that more enemies were on the way. They would come from all directions—sects, rogue cultivators, maybe even demonic forces. They'd stop at nothing to take the Soulstone from him.
The air in the forest was thick with tension. Xiaojun moved deeper into the woods, the towering trees providing some semblance of cover, but his mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. He could hear the faint trickle of a stream nearby and adjusted his course, following the sound. Water would provide a temporary distraction for anyone trying to track him.
Suddenly, his system pinged again.
[System Notification: Passive Skill Upgrade - Enhanced Qi Sense]
Description: Your heightened cultivation has improved your ability to sense Qi signatures in the surrounding area. Detection radius increased by 50%.
Xiaojun froze mid-step. The skill upgrade was a welcome surprise, but what it immediately revealed sent a chill down his spine. He could feel it now—a faint but unmistakable ripple of energy moving through the forest, heading in his direction. It wasn't strong, but it was getting closer, fast.
"Damn it," he whispered under his breath. He couldn't see whoever—or whatever—it was, but with his enhanced senses, he could feel the approaching presence like a predator closing in on its prey. And there wasn't just one.
There were several.
Xiaojun's mind raced. He had the Crimson Surge ability now, but after using it, he'd be vulnerable, especially if he triggered the Soulstone's side effects. He needed to conserve his strength. Running wasn't an option, not with how fast they were moving. He had to be smart, tactical.
His eyes scanned the forest ahead. A cluster of large rocks jutted out from the ground near the stream, their surfaces slick with moss. If he could hide behind them, maybe he could observe whoever was coming without being seen. He had learned enough from his time as a rogue player in Murim Conquest to know when to bide his time and strike from the shadows.
Xiaojun crouched low and made his way toward the rocks, moving swiftly but silently. His body was tense, his senses heightened. As he pressed himself against the cold stone, he could feel the Qi signatures drawing closer. Whoever they were, they weren't amateurs. Their movements were coordinated, precise. This wasn't some random group of bandits—they were trained cultivators.
His pulse quickened as the first figure came into view. Cloaked in dark, flowing robes, the man's face was hidden beneath a hood, but the faint aura of Qi surrounding him was undeniable. He moved with the grace of a seasoned fighter, his steps light but deliberate. Behind him, two more figures followed, each equally shrouded in dark clothing, their eyes scanning the forest with practiced precision.
Xiaojun's grip tightened around his dagger. He hadn't fully recovered from his earlier battle, and taking on three skilled cultivators head-on would be suicide. But he wasn't without options. He had the element of surprise, and he had something they didn't: the system.
The group stopped near the stream, their leader raising a hand to signal the others. They fanned out, each of them clearly searching for something—or someone.
"We're close," the leader murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the flowing water. "The Soulstone's energy is unmistakable. Spread out. He has to be nearby."
Xiaojun's heart pounded in his chest. They were hunting him, just like the system had warned. But he wasn't going to let them take him down that easily. His mind raced through possible strategies. He could use Thunderclap again, disorient them long enough to escape or strike. But the cooldown was still active from his previous fight, and it wouldn't be available for at least another hour.
The Crimson Surge, though risky, was his only viable option for a quick and decisive strike. If he activated it, he'd have a massive boost in power for a minute—more than enough time to take out these three. The downside was the system's warning about overuse. He didn't know what would happen if he pushed the Soulstone too far, but right now, it felt like he didn't have much of a choice.
The leader took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the area. "I can feel the residue of his Qi. He's been here recently. Find him."
Xiaojun exhaled slowly, his hand hovering over the system interface. If this was going to work, he had to be precise. No mistakes.
He glanced down at the system screen.
[System Activation: Crimson Surge]
Warning: Side effects may occur if used beyond safe thresholds. Use at your own risk.
The moment Xiaojun activated the ability, a surge of raw, unfiltered power coursed through his veins. His body felt like it was on fire, his Qi magnified tenfold in an instant. He could feel the energy of the Soulstone merging with his own, amplifying his strength to unimaginable levels.
But along with the power came a sensation he hadn't anticipated—a deep, primal hunger. The Soulstone wasn't just giving him power; it was feeding off him as well, drawing on his life force with each passing second. He could feel it gnawing at him, like a beast waiting to be unleashed.
Focus. He didn't have much time.
Xiaojun sprang into action, his body a blur of motion as he launched himself from behind the rocks. The leader barely had time to react before Xiaojun was on him, his dagger flashing through the air. With a single, swift strike, he buried the blade deep into the man's chest, the enhanced strength of the Crimson Surge making the attack devastatingly lethal.
The leader's eyes widened in shock as he crumpled to the ground, but Xiaojun didn't stop. He pivoted, already moving toward the second attacker, who had drawn a sword in response. Xiaojun's movements were faster than ever before, his body a blur of motion as he dodged the sword strike and countered with a lightning-fast blow to the man's neck. The force of the attack sent the second figure collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
The third attacker hesitated, his eyes flicking between Xiaojun and the bodies of his fallen comrades. He raised his hands, a ball of crackling blue energy forming between his palms. "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into, boy," he snarled, his voice shaking with anger and fear.
Xiaojun could feel the power of the Crimson Surge waning, the effects of the Soulstone starting to drain him. His vision blurred for a moment, but he pushed the exhaustion aside, focusing on the final attacker. The man was strong, but Xiaojun wasn't about to back down.
He lunged forward, closing the distance between them in an instant. The ball of energy exploded outward as the man released it, but Xiaojun was faster. He ducked beneath the blast, his dagger slicing through the air with deadly precision. The blade found its mark, cutting through the man's defenses and sending him crashing to the ground.
Xiaojun stood there, panting heavily, his body trembling from the effort. The surge of power from the Crimson Soulstone had faded, leaving him drained and unsteady. But the battle was over.
He had won, but at what cost?
Xiaojun stood amidst the fallen figures, his heart pounding in his chest as he caught his breath. The remnants of the surge still lingered in his muscles, but the exhaustion from using the Crimson Surge hit him like a freight train. He could feel sweat trickling down his forehead, mixing with the cool night air, but he pushed through the fatigue, forcing himself to assess the situation.
Three bodies lay motionless at his feet, remnants of the force that had threatened to capture him. The dark forest, once a cacophony of rustling leaves and distant animal calls, now felt eerily quiet, as if the world itself was holding its breath. A slight breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and blood.
Xiaojun knelt beside the leader, whose hood had fallen back to reveal a face marred with scars and a look of disbelief etched into his features. He rummaged through the man's pockets, hoping to find something useful. A small pouch clinked against the stones as he pulled it out—a collection of low-grade Qi stones. Not much, but better than nothing. He dropped them into his own pocket.
Then, he noticed something glimmering beneath the man's robes. Xiaojun's fingers brushed against a small metal pendant—an emblem of a serpent intertwined with a crescent moon. It radiated a faint energy, much weaker than the Soulstone, but it felt significant. He hesitated for a moment, considering whether he should take it. The implications of the emblem struck a chord within him. This was likely a sect insignia, perhaps from the Jade Serpent Sect. If he had any hope of navigating the treacherous waters ahead, knowledge was power.
He tucked the pendant into his pocket alongside the Qi stones and rose to his feet. The adrenaline was wearing off, replaced by the heavy realization of what he had done. Killing wasn't something he had ever wanted, not even in the game. Yet here he was, standing over the bodies of three men, their lives extinguished by his hand.
Was this who he had become?
Xiaojun shook his head, trying to clear the dark thoughts. He couldn't afford to dwell on it now. He had to stay focused. The sound of footsteps echoed again from deeper in the forest. He needed to move before reinforcements arrived.
He sprinted toward the nearby stream, his legs carrying him faster than he thought possible. He could hear the faint voices of the remaining guards drawing closer, their urgent whispers growing more pronounced. They were searching for him, and with their training, it wouldn't take them long to discover the aftermath of the skirmish.
As he reached the water's edge, Xiaojun scanned the area for any signs of a path that could lead him away from the incoming threat. A narrow trail wound its way alongside the stream, partially concealed by overhanging branches. It was his best bet.
Without another moment's hesitation, he plunged into the underbrush, moving quickly but quietly. The sound of rushing water masked his movements as he hurried along the trail. Each step felt heavy, his body protesting from the exertion, but he couldn't stop now. The risk of being caught was too great.
"We need to find him!" one of the voices shouted, sending a jolt of fear through Xiaojun. "He couldn't have gotten far."
He pressed himself against the side of a tree, holding his breath as he listened to the guards drawing closer. The panic in their voices was palpable, but it also reminded him of the urgency of his situation. They would either find him soon, or he would have to take drastic measures to escape.
Xiaojun continued to push forward, navigating through the thicket until he reached a clearing. The moonlight flooded the space, illuminating the surrounding area and offering a momentary sense of clarity. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He needed to regroup and think of a plan.
Suddenly, a rustle behind him made him turn. A figure emerged from the shadows, but it wasn't a guard. It was a woman, her dark hair cascading down her back, her face framed by the glow of the moonlight. She wore a simple but elegant robe that clung to her athletic form, and her eyes were sharp, keenly assessing him.
"Who are you?" Xiaojun demanded, instinctively reaching for his dagger.
The woman held up her hands, palms out. "Wait! I'm not here to fight."
Xiaojun narrowed his eyes, unsure whether to trust her. He was still on high alert, the earlier encounter still fresh in his mind. "Then what do you want?"
"My name is Liu Yan. I've been tracking the Jade Serpent Sect. I saw what happened back there," she said, motioning toward the direction of the skirmish. "You handled yourself well."
"What do you know about them?" Xiaojun asked, keeping his voice steady. He was still wary, but there was something about her demeanor that suggested she wasn't an enemy.
"I know they're a dangerous sect with a lot of influence in this region. They won't take kindly to losing members, especially not like this. If you have something they want, you'll need to be careful," Liu Yan replied, her expression serious.
Xiaojun felt a mix of relief and apprehension. "You're saying I'm in danger?"
"More than you realize," she nodded. "But I can help you if you're willing to trust me. We can't stay here. They'll send more people soon."
He considered her offer, feeling the weight of his circumstances. The energy from the Soulstone still thrummed through him, but it was fading. He had already taken down three skilled cultivators, and his encounter with Liu Yan had made him realize that he needed allies in this world.
"Fine," he said finally, lowering his dagger but keeping it close. "Lead the way."
As they moved together, Xiaojun couldn't shake the feeling that he had stumbled into something much larger than himself. Liu Yan led him through the underbrush, her movements fluid and practiced, and he found himself following closely, grateful for her guidance.
"Do you know what they were after?" Liu Yan asked as they crept deeper into the forest.
"Something called the Crimson Soulstone," Xiaojun replied, choosing his words carefully. "I… I found it in a vault."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she stopped in her tracks. "The Crimson Soulstone? That's a high-profile artifact. It's said to be capable of unimaginable power but also brings about great danger."
"I'm aware," he said, recalling the voice that had warned him. "It's already attracted attention."
"Then we have to move fast. If they find out you have it, they won't stop until they retrieve it."
Xiaojun nodded, the weight of her words sinking in. He needed to gain control of this situation. "So what do we do now?"
Liu Yan considered his question for a moment. "We should get to a safe location, somewhere they won't expect. The outskirts of the city are crawling with sect members right now, but I have a hideout in the nearby mountains. We can lay low until we come up with a plan."
"Alright," he agreed, feeling a flicker of hope. "Lead the way."
They continued to traverse the forest, moving quickly but cautiously. Xiaojun stole glances at Liu Yan, intrigued by her poise and confidence. There was something about her that felt familiar, a kindred spirit in this chaotic world.
"Tell me more about yourself," Liu Yan said suddenly, breaking the silence as they walked. "How did you come to possess the Soulstone?"
Xiaojun hesitated for a moment before answering, weighing the risks of sharing his story. "I was just a delivery guy in Newer Borealis, stuck in a dead-end job. I got into an accident, and the next thing I knew, I woke up in this world. It's like a game I used to play, but now it's real."
Liu Yan looked at him curiously. "A game? How does that even work?"
"Let's just say, I've got a system that helps me level up and gain powers," he said, deciding not to divulge too much. "But I've still got a lot to learn."
"Interesting," she mused. "Most cultivators rely on their natural talent or rigorous training to improve. A system like yours sounds like a double-edged sword. It can make you powerful, but it could also attract unwanted attention."
"That's the least of my worries right now," Xiaojun said, his voice tightening. "I've already made enemies, and now I've got this sect breathing down my neck."
They reached a steep incline, the terrain getting rockier as they climbed. Xiaojun pushed himself to keep up with Liu Yan, who navigated the path effortlessly, her movements graceful even in the fading light.
"Just remember," Liu Yan said as they reached a small clearing at the top, "power can be a burden as much as it is a blessing. Be careful who you trust and how you wield it."
Xiaojun nodded, the weight of her words resonating deep within him. He was already learning that this world was unforgiving, a harsh landscape where power dynamics shifted with the wind. Allies were hard to come by, and betrayal could come from unexpected places.
As they reached the top of the ridge, Xiaojun caught his breath, glancing back toward the forest below. In the distance, he could see the dim lights of
the city flickering like stars in the night sky. It was a stark contrast to the shadowy wilderness surrounding them—a reminder of the life he had left behind. He felt a pang of longing for the familiarity of home, but that life felt a world away now.
"Over here," Liu Yan beckoned, leading him to a concealed entrance nestled between two large boulders. She pushed aside some branches to reveal a narrow path leading into a small cave. The entrance was cleverly hidden, making it almost impossible to spot from a distance. "This is my hideout. It's safe for now."
Xiaojun stepped inside, following her into the dimly lit cave. The air was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the humid forest outside. As his eyes adjusted, he could see the modest interior—a small fire pit at the far end, a few scattered supplies, and what looked like a makeshift bed made of woven grasses and leaves.
"This place isn't much, but it'll do," Liu Yan said, her voice echoing slightly in the confined space. She knelt by the fire pit and began to gather some sticks, preparing to start a fire. "We need to warm up and strategize. They'll be looking for you, but we'll have the advantage of surprise."
"Surprise? Against a sect?" Xiaojun asked, skepticism lacing his tone. "They have resources, numbers—"
"Exactly," she interrupted, her eyes locking onto his with intensity. "But they won't expect someone like you to fight back. They'll think you're just a delivery boy who got in over his head. If we play our cards right, we can use that to our advantage."
Xiaojun thought for a moment. Liu Yan was right. He had gained some power, and he had the element of surprise on his side. He remembered the ease with which he had dispatched the three guards. Perhaps he could channel that momentum to confront the sect.
As the fire began to crackle to life, Xiaojun settled onto the ground across from Liu Yan. "So what's the plan? We can't just sit here and wait for them to come knocking."
"We need information," Liu Yan said, her gaze thoughtful as she stirred the fire. "If we can find out how many members are in this area, what their plans are, and if they have any backup coming, we'll be better prepared. If we're lucky, we can intercept them before they realize what's happening."
"How do we do that?" he asked, intrigued.
Liu Yan smiled faintly, the firelight flickering across her features. "I have contacts. They may have heard something about the Jade Serpent Sect's movements. We can reach out and gather intel."
"Contacts?" Xiaojun raised an eyebrow. "How do you know you can trust them?"
"Trust is a luxury in this world," she replied, her expression serious. "But I've worked with them before. They've proven reliable. Just… keep your guard up."
Xiaojun nodded, feeling the weight of her words. The uncertainty of this world was a constant presence, always lurking just beyond the edge of his consciousness. "Okay, let's contact your people."
Liu Yan pulled out a small device from her pocket—similar to the communication tools he had seen in Murim Conquest. "This is a relay communicator. I can send out a message without revealing our location."
She activated the device, and a soft blue glow illuminated the cave. Xiaojun watched as she typed a quick message, her fingers moving deftly over the interface. He felt a surge of hope at the thought of gaining more information and possibly allies.
After a moment, Liu Yan sent the message and turned to him. "Now we wait. In the meantime, tell me more about the Soulstone. I want to know everything."
Xiaojun hesitated, his instincts kicking in again. Should he reveal the full extent of his abilities? He couldn't shake the feeling that even Liu Yan could have her own motives. But he felt a flicker of trust forming between them—an unspoken understanding that they were both trapped in the same dangerous game.
"It enhances my abilities," he said finally, choosing his words carefully. "I can gain skills and powers faster than I would normally, but there's a downside. The more I use it, the more it feeds on my energy."
She nodded, her expression serious. "That's what I suspected. You'll need to be cautious. The more powerful you become, the more attention you'll attract. It's a double-edged sword."
"I get it," Xiaojun said, running a hand through his hair. "But what if I need to use it to protect myself? What if I can't hold back?"
"Then you must learn to control it," Liu Yan replied, her voice firm. "Power without control can lead to chaos—not just for you, but for everyone around you."
Xiaojun stared into the fire, its flickering light reflecting in his eyes. He had already lost control once tonight, and the consequences had been severe. He couldn't afford to make the same mistake again.
As they sat in silence, the fire crackling softly, Xiaojun's thoughts wandered back to the encounter with the three members of the Jade Serpent Sect. The adrenaline rush from the fight was still fresh in his mind, the weight of the dagger in his hand almost tangible.
He knew he couldn't let that be the end of it. He had power now, and he needed to harness it, not just for his own survival but to carve a place for himself in this world.
Hours passed, the fire dwindling to embers as they waited for Liu Yan's contacts to respond. Xiaojun felt fatigue creeping in, but he pushed it aside, determined to remain alert. He had been in worse situations before—this was just another test.
Finally, the device beeped, the blue light flashing to life again. Liu Yan quickly retrieved it, her eyes scanning the message that had just arrived. "They've found something," she said, her tone shifting from cautious to urgent. "We need to move."
"Where?" Xiaojun asked, his heart racing.
"There's a tavern on the outskirts of the city. We can meet my contact there and get more information about the Jade Serpent Sect's movements," she replied, already gathering her things.
Xiaojun followed suit, grabbing his dagger and securing it at his side. "Let's go, then. The sooner we gather intel, the better."
They left the cave, stepping into the cool night air, and began to make their way back toward the city. The stars twinkled above them, casting a serene glow over the world, but Xiaojun felt the weight of tension looming in the shadows.
As they navigated through the underbrush, Xiaojun couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. The darkness held secrets, and in this world, danger was always lurking just out of sight.
He and Liu Yan moved in tandem, their senses heightened, ready to react at a moment's notice. They slipped through the trees, the sounds of the forest fading behind them as they approached the edge of the city.
The atmosphere shifted as they neared the urban area. The air was thicker, charged with the energy of countless people going about their lives, unaware of the dangers lurking beneath the surface. Lanterns lined the streets, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone paths.
"Stay close," Liu Yan whispered as they reached the tavern, a cozy building nestled between two larger structures. It appeared unassuming, but Xiaojun felt a buzz of energy emanating from within. "My contact should be inside."
They pushed through the door, the scent of spiced meat and ale wafting over them as they entered. The tavern was dimly lit, filled with the chatter of patrons enjoying their meals and drinks. Liu Yan scanned the room, her expression focused.
"Over there," she pointed to a table in the corner, where a man sat nursing a drink, his face partially obscured by shadows. He looked rugged, with unkempt hair and a scar running down the side of his jaw.
"Is he reliable?" Xiaojun asked, feeling a flicker of caution rise within him.
"Trust me," Liu Yan said, her voice low and steady. "He knows more than he lets on."
They approached the table, and the man looked up, his eyes narrowing as he assessed them. "Liu Yan," he grunted, his tone gruff. "You brought company."
"This is Xiaojun," she introduced him. "We need information about the Jade Serpent Sect. What do you know?"
The man leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Depends on what you're offering. Information doesn't come cheap around here."
Xiaojun felt his pulse quicken. He had been in plenty of negotiations before in Murim Conquest, but this felt different. There were real stakes involved, and the consequences of failure loomed heavily in the air.
"We can pay," Liu Yan said, her voice steady. "We have a few Qi stones, and I can offer my services in return for your discretion."
The man raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Services? You think that'll be enough to get me to spill secrets?"
"Just tell us what you know about the Jade Serpent Sect," Xiaojun interjected, frustration bubbling beneath his calm demeanor. "If you don't, we could be dead before we get out of here."
The man chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "You think you're a threat? You're just a boy playing with fire."
"Enough games," Liu Yan snapped, her patience wearing thin. "We need answers
, and we need them now."
The man leaned forward, intrigued by her fierceness. "Alright, alright. The Jade Serpent Sect is planning something big. I've heard whispers of a gathering of their higher-ups in the Silver Fang Mountains. They're after something that's supposed to amplify their power—a relic hidden deep within the mountains."
"Relic?" Xiaojun asked, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of relic?"
The man waved a hand dismissively. "Doesn't matter. What matters is that they'll be moving their troops in the next few days. If you're in their sights, they'll want you out of the way before they launch their plans."
"Where exactly in the Silver Fang Mountains?" Liu Yan pressed, leaning closer.
"Near the old ruins," he replied, his voice lowering conspiratorially. "But it's not just the sect you should worry about. There are rumors that other factions are aware of the sect's activities, and they'll be there too, hunting for that relic."
Xiaojun exchanged a glance with Liu Yan, the implications of his words sinking in. "How many members are they expecting?"
"Hard to say. The sect has been amassing followers. They've got the numbers, but their real strength lies in their elite fighters—cultivators with skills that could wipe the floor with untrained amateurs," he warned, his tone serious. "You need to be prepared. If you're going to confront them, you'd better have a solid plan."
"And what's your stake in this?" Liu Yan asked, suspicion evident in her eyes. "Why are you giving us this information?"
He shrugged, taking a swig of his drink. "I like to keep things interesting. A little chaos never hurt anyone. Plus, if the sect is weakened, it opens up opportunities for others like me to thrive."
Xiaojun felt a wave of unease wash over him. This man was clearly opportunistic, and they couldn't fully trust him. "What's to stop you from alerting them to our presence?" he challenged.
"I won't," he replied, his voice steady. "I have my own reasons for wanting them taken down. They've made enemies, and I'd rather see them off the board than aligned with anyone else. But it's your head on the line if you fail."
Liu Yan looked at Xiaojun, her expression hardening. "We can't afford to ignore this. We have to move before they tighten their grip on the area. If we can get to the Silver Fang Mountains before they do, we might be able to disrupt their plans."
"Fine," Xiaojun said, feeling a surge of determination. "But we need a solid plan. I'm not going in unprepared this time."
"Good," Liu Yan nodded, her eyes glinting with resolve. "We need to gather supplies and allies. If we can muster enough strength, we might stand a chance."
"Consider me interested," the man chimed in, a sly smile creeping across his face. "I can help you gather intel on the sect's movements. You'll need eyes on the ground."
Liu Yan glared at him. "Why should we trust you?"
He held up his hands in mock surrender. "You don't have to trust me. But we're all after the same thing—taking down the sect. You need me to navigate this city; I can give you the intel, and you can offer me some excitement in return. It's a fair trade."
Xiaojun hesitated, weighing the pros and cons. "What's your name?"
"Zhao," he said, grinning. "And I promise I'm worth your while."
Liu Yan exchanged another glance with Xiaojun, the gears in her mind clearly turning. "Fine, Zhao. We'll give you a chance to prove yourself. But if you betray us…"
"I know, I know," he interrupted, raising his glass mockingly. "You'll hunt me down and make me regret it. Got it."
Xiaojun couldn't help but feel a little more at ease. There was something refreshing about this reckless man. Even if he couldn't fully trust him, the thrill of chaos was something Xiaojun was starting to crave.
"Let's get out of here," Liu Yan said, standing up and readying herself. "We need to prepare for what's to come."
They exited the tavern, stepping back into the bustling streets. The noise and warmth of the tavern faded behind them as they made their way into the cool night air. The weight of the upcoming confrontation loomed over them, but Xiaojun felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins.
They navigated through the crowded marketplace, where vendors called out to potential customers, their stalls filled with vibrant goods. It was easy to lose oneself in the thrumming energy of the city. Xiaojun took a deep breath, momentarily distracted by the scents of street food wafting through the air.
"Stay focused," Liu Yan reminded him, pulling him back to reality. "We need to gather what we can and find a safe place to strategize."
"Right," he replied, shaking off his momentary distraction. They stopped by a few stalls, picking up supplies—healing herbs, dried meats, and other essentials for their journey to the Silver Fang Mountains.
As they moved through the city, Xiaojun felt a sense of urgency building within him. The weight of the Soulstone still pulsed subtly within him, a reminder of the power he wielded but also of the dangers it attracted. He couldn't allow himself to be careless.
After gathering their supplies, Liu Yan led them to a quieter section of the city, where the streets were dimly lit, and fewer people wandered about. They found a small inn, the sign creaking slightly in the breeze, and stepped inside.
"Get us a room," Liu Yan instructed Zhao, who sauntered up to the innkeeper with a confident air.
As Zhao negotiated a price, Xiaojun leaned against the wall, trying to suppress the anxiety swirling within him. He still had so many questions—about the Soulstone, about his purpose in this world, and about the coming confrontation with the Jade Serpent Sect.
Finally, they secured a room, and once inside, Liu Yan closed the door behind them. "Now we strategize," she said, her voice firm. "We need to formulate a plan for how to approach the sect without being caught off guard."
Xiaojun nodded, feeling the adrenaline rush back into his system. "We'll need to figure out their movements, their strength, and what we're walking into."
"Right. If we can get the lay of the land in the Silver Fang Mountains and scout their positions, we can find a way to turn the tide in our favor."
Zhao plopped down on one of the chairs, crossing his arms as he watched them. "It'll be dangerous, though. You'll need to be smart about it. Engage only when you have the advantage."
Xiaojun turned to him, his curiosity piqued. "How do you know so much about them?"
"I've been in this game for a while. The Jade Serpent Sect has made waves in the underground networks, and I've kept my ear to the ground. Plus, I have my own grievances with them," Zhao replied, leaning back in his chair. "They've crossed me, and I'd love to repay the favor."
Xiaojun considered his words, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. "We need to infiltrate their ranks, learn their plans from the inside," he suggested, feeling a sense of determination growing within him.
"You think you can do that?" Zhao asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice.
"I can," Xiaojun replied confidently. "I've already proven myself. If I can defeat three of their members, I can go deeper."
Liu Yan's gaze sharpened on him. "It's risky, but it could work. If you manage to gain their trust, we might learn about their plans for the relic."
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Zhao interjected. "There's a reason they've built a reputation for being ruthless. They'll see through any façade if you aren't careful."
"I won't fail," Xiaojun said, his voice resolute. "If we do this right, I can get the intel we need without exposing ourselves."
Liu Yan nodded in agreement. "But we'll need a solid backup plan in case things go south. The last thing we want is for you to get trapped within their ranks without a way out."
"I can scout ahead and report back," Zhao suggested, a gleam in his eyes. "If we keep communication open, we can adjust our plans on the fly."
"Good idea," Liu Yan said, her mind already racing with possibilities. "But we need to make sure our connection stays discreet. If they suspect we're onto them, it could jeopardize everything."
Xiaojun felt the weight of their mission settle upon him like a mantle. The thrill of danger was intoxicating, but he couldn't afford to lose sight of the stakes involved. He had already taken lives and crossed boundaries; he wouldn't let fear hold him back now.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur as they discussed their strategy, their voices a low murmur in the small room. Plans began to take shape, each detail sharpening their resolve. They would be ready when the time came.
As they settled into their roles, Xiaojun felt a sense of purpose welling within him—a drive that eclipsed his doubts. The world around him was a labyrinth of danger and opportunity, and he was determined to navigate it skillfully. He would not merely be a pawn in someone else's game; he would take the initiative and forge his own destiny.
"Alright, let's finalize the plan," Liu Yan said, her voice steady as she outlined the steps they would take. "We'll set out at dawn. Zhao, you'll scout ahead and assess the sect's movements. Xiaojun and I will follow, but we need to keep a low profile. If you spot anything unusual, signal us immediately."
"Got it," Zhao nodded, his demeanor shifting from casual to serious. "I'll blend in with the local merchants and keep my eyes open for any rumors. If I hear anything about their plans or numbers, I'll let you know."
Xiaojun couldn't shake the lingering apprehension in his gut. "What if they catch on to what we're doing? The sect won't take kindly to outsiders meddling in their affairs."
"Then we'll need to be smarter than they are," Liu Yan replied, her tone unwavering. "If we stay one step ahead, we'll turn the tables in our favor."
They spent the rest of the evening discussing contingencies, from escape routes to potential allies they could enlist. The more they talked, the more confident Xiaojun felt. This was no longer just about survival; it was about reclaiming control and fighting back against the forces that sought to crush him.
As night deepened, they finally decided to rest. Liu Yan took the first watch, her eyes alert and her posture tense. Xiaojun lay on the makeshift bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts racing.
The shadows danced across the walls, and he felt the weight of the Soulstone pulsing faintly within him, a reminder of the power he wielded. With every breath, he could feel the potential surging through him, urging him to embrace it.
Sleep came in fragments, interrupted by visions of battles fought and lost, of friends and foes alike. He saw the faces of those he had slain, their expressions twisted in surprise and fear. He woke in a cold sweat, heart pounding, the weight of his choices pressing heavily on his conscience.
He needed to focus. This was about more than just him; it was about taking a stand against the sect and whatever evil they were plotting. He couldn't afford to let his fears consume him. He had to channel that energy into action.
As dawn broke, the soft light filtering through the window, Xiaojun rose, invigorated by purpose. He joined Liu Yan, who was already packing supplies, her face set with determination.
"Ready?" she asked, glancing up.
"More than ready," Xiaojun replied, adrenaline surging through him.
They made quick work of preparing to leave, each movement purposeful and efficient. Soon, they were stepping out of the inn and into the fresh morning air, the city alive with activity. Vendors were setting up their stalls, and the scent of food wafted through the streets.
Zhao met them at the agreed-upon location, his expression serious. "I have some intel. The sect has been moving their people toward the Silver Fang Mountains already. We need to hurry if we're going to intercept them."
"Let's move then," Liu Yan urged, her eyes narrowing with focus. "We don't have time to waste."
They navigated through the crowded streets, the sounds of commerce and laughter a stark contrast to the urgency of their mission. Xiaojun felt the weight of the dagger at his side, a reassurance that he was ready for whatever lay ahead.
As they approached the outskirts of the city, the landscape shifted. The buildings gave way to sprawling fields and dense forests, the path ahead winding toward the imposing silhouette of the Silver Fang Mountains in the distance.
"Stay alert," Zhao warned, scanning the area. "We're entering more dangerous territory. The sect has eyes everywhere."
Xiaojun's heart raced as they pressed on, the air growing cooler as they entered the shadow of the mountains. The terrain became rugged, rocky outcrops jutting out from the earth. It felt like they were stepping into the unknown, and every instinct urged him to be cautious.
"Here," Liu Yan pointed to a small clearing. "We can rest for a moment and gather our thoughts before we push further in."
They paused, catching their breath, the sounds of nature surrounding them. Xiaojun closed his eyes, centering himself. He could feel the pulse of energy within him, a reminder of the Soulstone's power.
"Do you feel that?" he asked, opening his eyes and looking at Liu Yan and Zhao. "It's almost like there's an energy resonating from the mountains."
Liu Yan nodded, her expression contemplative. "The Silver Fang Mountains are rumored to be ancient. There's a history here, and it's possible that whatever relic the sect is seeking has its roots deep within these mountains."
Xiaojun felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "If that's true, then we need to find out more. We need to be prepared for what we might encounter."
"Agreed," Zhao said, his gaze sweeping over the rocky terrain. "Let's keep moving. The sooner we find out their plans, the better."
They resumed their journey, making their way through the underbrush and rocky paths. The landscape grew more treacherous, and the air thick with tension. Xiaojun felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him as they approached a ridge that overlooked a wider valley below.
"Hold up," Liu Yan whispered, gesturing for them to stop. "Look down there."
Xiaojun peered over the edge, his breath catching in his throat. The valley opened up before them, revealing a makeshift camp bustling with activity. Dark banners bearing the emblem of the Jade Serpent Sect flapped in the breeze, and figures moved about—cultivators training, guards patrolling, and others gathered in clusters, their voices low and conspiratorial.
"They're already setting up for something big," Liu Yan murmured. "We need to get closer and listen in."
"How do we do that without being spotted?" Zhao asked, concern etched on his face.
"We'll circle around and find a better vantage point," Liu Yan suggested. "If we can find a way to blend in, we might be able to gather intel without raising alarms."
Xiaojun nodded, the adrenaline coursing through him. He felt the thrill of danger and the weight of responsibility as they moved cautiously down the ridge, careful to stay hidden among the trees and rocks.
They crept closer, hearts pounding in their chests. The sect's camp came into sharper focus, and they could hear snippets of conversation floating up to them. Words like "relic," "gathering," and "power" pricked Xiaojun's ears, sending a shiver down his spine.
"Stay close," Liu Yan instructed, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can't miss this."
As they approached the outskirts of the camp, they ducked behind a large boulder, their breath shallow as they strained to listen. The scene before them unfolded like a dark tapestry—a web of intrigue and impending conflict.
"...the relic is within our grasp," one figure said, his voice authoritative. "We will mobilize tonight. The other factions think they can claim it, but they're mistaken. The power it holds belongs to the Jade Serpent Sect."
Xiaojun exchanged a glance with Liu Yan, the implications of those words resonating deeply. This was more than just a skirmish; it was a battle for power that could reshape their world.
"Once we have it, no one will stand in our way," the figure continued, his confidence radiating through the air. "Prepare the men. We'll strike at dawn."
Xiaojun's heart raced as he processed the gravity of the situation. They had to act quickly, but how? If they were to stand a chance, they would need more than just the element of surprise; they would need a plan to disrupt their enemies before they could even set their intentions into motion.
Liu Yan's expression hardened. "We have to warn the others. If we can gather our allies and disrupt their plans, we might just turn the tide in our favor."
"Let's retreat for now," Zhao suggested. "We need to regroup and strategize without drawing attention."
As they turned to leave, Xiaojun felt a sense of clarity wash over him. This was his chance to not only prove himself but also to become a catalyst for change in this world. The Soulstone pulsed with energy within him, a reminder that he possessed the power to alter the course of events.
The trio slipped back into the shadows, hearts pounding with urgency and determination. As they navigated through the trees, Xiaojun couldn't shake the feeling that they were standing on the precipice of something monumental. This was just the beginning, and he would not let fear or doubt hold him back.
They returned to the hidden clearing, the adrenaline still coursing through their veins.
"Now we need to gather everyone we can," Liu Yan said, her voice steady. "We need to prepare for the battle ahead. This isn't just about survival anymore; it's about taking a stand against the Jade Serpent Sect and reclaiming our futures."
Xiaojun felt the weight of her words settle on his shoulders, and he nodded firmly. "I won't let them win. We'll gather our forces and confront them. This is our fight now."