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Chapter 2 - Back to the xin household

The Twelve Realms

The Twelve Realms stand as the pinnacle of creation, each governed by a Supreme—rank 11 martial artists who have transcended the limits of mortal power. These beings, revered and feared, are the unchallenged rulers of their domains, and together they form the balance of the cosmos. Yet above them all looms a shadow—the Heavenly Dao, an enigmatic force said to be the only true immortal, governing fate itself.

Each realm is vast and untamed, shaped by the strength and will of its Supreme. They are paragons of power, the highest cultivators of their worlds, standing at the threshold of divinity. Legends say none can surpass them, for their might is absolute—or so they believe.

Among these realms lies Zhen Tu Jie (Realm of Verdant Soil), a land of towering peaks, endless forests, and unyielding strength. Its ruler, the Mountain Monarch Shi Lin, commands the earth with an iron will, standing as a living testament to power unshaken for millennia.

But where others see invincibility, Zan Xie sees opportunity. Once a mere cultivator of the Realm of Verdant Soil, his heart burned with ambition—to rise above the Mountain Monarch, to shatter the myths of invincibility, and to claim not just his realm, but all Twelve Realms under his rule. For Zan Xie, the Supremes are not paragons to be revered but obstacles to be crushed.

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In his past zan xie got into cultivation through family connections, his life began as gaurd for the prestigious xin family and then after the decline of so called noble house he was forced to work for the surviving masters of the household .

The harsh suroundings he lived a hellish life , they treated him like an punch bag , his cultivation was forcefully taken away by the remaining family members and he was thrown out.

After through which he went on to journey of mastering the true meaning of life.

The world was always cruel to him, taking away everything he kept on creating, his loved one betrayed him , his master died , he transformed from a righteous man to someone who has nothing more to loose zan xie became deviot of his emotions .

Tough times create mountain like heart that won't budge even when facing the otherwordly wonders .

It's said that in existance there are twelve wordls each bound by a supreme of its own , they combine to form the 12 twelve supreme's , the supreme's are said to be those who maintain the world order , but thier action are always contradicting thier duties, selfish being who are only with one goal that is to be immortal, be the ruler of dao.

Being suffering for all this time , he wanted to be the greatest , the strongest , a dream that went against the world order.

Relentless effort of a millenia finally helped him grow stronger and reach the 6 th stage martial artist.

But what can he do fate always goes against him finally at the last steps of him being an immortal he was stopped by the 12 supreme's and lost the battle he should have won.

Time is a wage concept not many has touched , when one causes changes in the river of time a timeline itself is being altered .

It was not something anyone would belive in, a person going back in time and but his eyes could see it , he was clearly reborn !

When zan xie fell into the river of time he was lucky to be given a chance to go back to the past .

To do what he could not do and rise again into the top.

A millenia of surviving in this world zan xie had more than enough information to reach above what he did previously .

"Immortality is within grasp at this time ."

This time he was back when he was still a servant to those surviving masters of the xin house.

Standing infront of the small household of reaming xin family , eyes deep and scared from the inside , rain shimmering down his clothes he did not feel anykind of resentment towards them .

Why would he feels anything , they are just another bunch of mortals and he was someone who was above such existance .

"In the world of cultivation, only power holds true value. Emotions like love, hatred, or lust are mere distractions, fit only for the weak or those resigned to being beneath others."

"I am not like the others. I've already abandoned the notion of living as a mere mortal. My only drive is to reach the peak, no matter the cost—even if it means discarding morality and forsaking my principles"

His desolute resolve was stronger then anything , closing his eyes for a small time he engaged all of his memories.

"Zan xie why are standing in the rain alone the young lady is calling for you ", a middle aged man barked , his clothes the same as the one's zan xie wore which simply showed he was also a personal servant .

"A rank two huh..."

"Hey, you brat! Did you not hear what I said? Get yourself over to the young lady—she needs your help!"

His eyes twisted ,his voice grew stronger, but zan xie was still , his eyes that where hollow made the man tremble at contact.

"You... How dare you be so arrogant "

His hand reached for xie's face but as someone who has lived for an millenia zan was able to dodge the attack with ease .

"How.. did you dodge it "

His face surprised but zan xie uninterested in entertaining him just ignored him and went inside .

The insult of being dodged by rank 1 martial artist was more than enough for the man to throw a punch at zan xie who again not only dodged him but also twisted his hands and gave a blow with his palms straight to his dandian around his torso.

"Hu...g.g..."

His breathing quickly started to relapse as the initial blow was strong enough to mess up his entire breathing .

As an martial artist breathing is very much one of the most important aspect if you are just rank 2 or below.

Once you step into the path of cultivation you must have certain amount of chi in you r dandian to live .

Since most low rank martial artist can't absorb chi ( life energy ) directly to thier dandian(core where chi is stored ) they have to use special breathing techniques to absorb it .

When that person is unable to use it their body converts their remaining body parts into chi causing your organs to stop functioning first and then melt away .

It was a battle as fleeting as it had begun: the faint ripple of the lake below, reflecting a moment of chaotic strife over the still, tranquil body of water at which two figures had briefly battled their way across the narrow wooden bridge.

Zan Xie stood stiff, his face like ice and stone. His opponent was sprawled across the bridge, blood seeping out between the planks to soak into the water below. The man's breathing came in shallow gasps, and his chest labored from the weight of his oncoming defeat.

Zan Xie extended his fingers; the soft glow of chi still trickled through his veins like a silent storm. He said to himself almost in amusement, "I didn't think my skills would still be this sharp."

He turned and walked away, the sound of his footsteps carrying across the wooden bridge. Every step seemed to resound out in finality. Behind him lay the man, locked in a mix of fear and regret. What kind of monster had he disturbed?

Stillness returned, punctuated only by the faint lapping of water against the bridge. The courtyard remained serene, untouched by anything except for the growing pool of blood seeping between the planks-a silent testimony to the mistake that had cost a man his life.

"Hey… what are you doing alone?"

The voice belonged to a young man in top-grade robes, his presence commanding. Two maids flanked him, their eyes lowered as they followed his every movement. His aura matched that of a young master, his arrogance just as fitting.

He was the young master of the Xin household and also the one who took Zan Xie's cultivation.

"Why can't you hear me,"

Cupping both of his hands zan xie Bowes his head and shows respect ."young master please forgive this servant for his arrogance" Even though he would never do such a thing you should yeild here you should, arrogance is just an exploratory emotion nothing more.

The young man's eyes scanned Zan Xie with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, a smirk tugging at his lips. He stood with the confidence of someone used to being revered, as if the world was his to command.

The young master's eyes scanned the courtyard, his gaze faltering as it landed on the lifeless body of the man Zan Xie had just defeated. Blood pooled around the corpse, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Who did this?" he muttered, his voice tinged with panic.

The two maids, who had been standing like statues, ran to the body and turned pale as they surveyed the scene.

The young master stamped his foot, his eyes darting nervously between the maids and the bloodied figure. He bit down on his nails; the sight of death seemed to have rattled him for the first time.

"Young master." One of the maids approached him, her face contorted in distress. She whispered something in his ear.

Zan Xie, without needing to hear their words, could already piece together the situation. A rank two martial artist had been slain right in the middle of the courtyard. At a time when the family was teetering on the edge of ruin, this would only create more suspicion.

Speaking of suspicions. Zan Xie's mind wandered briefly. He recalled an incident involving the Wu family, a noble house known for its cunning and reach. There had been rumors of a spy within the Xin household, a mole feeding information to the Wu family. The young master had been particularly interested in the Wu family's youngest daughter, renowned for her beauty and martial prowess. Her untimely death had been shrouded in mystery, and the household had been on edge ever since.

"Hey, do you know how he died?" The young master's voice broke through his thoughts.

Zan Xie was expecting the question, but still, he acted as if he didn't know. He walked closer to the young master, lowering his voice as if speaking to a fragile child.

"No, young master, I don't know how he died."

The young master frowned, his grip tightening as he grabbed Zan Xie by the collar. "How could you not know? If you didn't know, why didn't you report this to anyone?" His voice cracked with frustration, as if demanding an answer from a child who had made a mistake.

Zan Xie, acting as a weak rank one martial artist, remained unperturbed, his face a perfect mask of confusion and fear.

"I. When I entered the courtyard this morning, he was already dead," Zan Xie replied, his voice shaking just enough to sound credible. "The scene. it traumatized me. I couldn't bring myself to tell anyone."

His acting was flawless, his vulnerability convincing. The young master's grip loosened, his suspicion waning as he nodded, satisfied with the explanation, but still visibly disturbed by the situation.

Before the tension could stretch any further, a voice called out from a distance, breaking the silence.

"What's all this commotion lei?"