Return to the Heaven Blade Sect
The towering gates of the Heaven Blade Sect loomed before Xiao Feng, their majestic carvings radiating an aura of immense power and history. The sect, renowned as one of the most formidable in the world, was as imposing as he remembered from the game. Yet, unlike the game, where this gate marked the end of the original Xiao Feng's story, today, it was merely the beginning of his.
He stood there, his tattered clothes and scarred body painting a picture of resilience. His lips curled into an excited smile as the two guarding disciples at the gate recognized him.
"Xiao Feng?!" one of them exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief. "How... how are you alive?!"
The other disciple stammered, "We thought you were—"
"Dead?" Xiao Feng interrupted, his tone calm but laced with amusement. "Clearly, I'm not."
The disciples exchanged nervous glances. Xiao Feng, the once-in-a-lifetime prodigy and the direct disciple of the revered Fairy Yulan, had returned. Word spread like wildfire across the sect. Whispers turned into gasps, and soon, the entire sect was buzzing with news of his return.
Inside the grand halls of the Heaven Blade Sect, the elders gathered in a mixture of surprise and unease. Among them were the very people who had betrayed Xiao Feng in the original storyline, the ones who had orchestrated his demise. Their expressions were masks of false calm, but their eyes betrayed their inner turmoil.
Fairy Yulan, the sect's second strongest after the patriarch, received the news in her private chambers. Her graceful demeanor hid the wave of emotions that surged within her—relief, disbelief, and a fierce protectiveness for her disciple. Without hesitation, she left to greet him herself.
Back at the gate, Xiao Feng leaned casually against the stone pillar, watching the growing crowd of disciples who had gathered to catch a glimpse of him. Their murmurs filled the air.
"He's alive..."
"But how? He was supposed to have died!"
"Could it really be him?"
Amidst the chaos, the air grew still. A powerful aura descended upon the scene, silencing the crowd. Xiao Feng straightened, his smirk widening as he recognized the figure approaching.
Fairy Yulan.
Her beauty was ethereal, her steps as graceful as flowing water. Dressed in white robes adorned with intricate silver patterns, she radiated an aura of strength and authority that commanded respect. Her silver hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her flawless face. Yet, her violet eyes, sharp and piercing, softened the moment they landed on Xiao Feng.
"Feng'er," she said, her voice gentle yet firm, "you've returned."
"Master," Xiao Feng greeted, his tone devoid of the reverence he once held in the game's storyline. Instead, it was calm and almost playful, as if he were meeting an old acquaintance.
Fairy Yulan's gaze swept over his injuries, her brows furrowing. "What happened to you? Who dared to harm you?"
Before he could answer, the other elders arrived. Among them were those who had conspired against him in the game. Their faces betrayed nothing, but Xiao Feng could feel their unease.
"This will be interesting," he muttered under his breath, his smirk growing wider.
As the sect leaders gathered around him, Xiao Feng stood at the center, his excitement bubbling beneath his calm exterior. The stage was set. The game's storyline was already veering off its rails, and Xiao Feng was ready to see how far he could push it.
For the Heaven Blade Sect, the prodigy's return marked the beginning of a storm. But for Xiao Feng, it was just another step in his journey to rewrite destiny.