Fog was not supposed to have a sound.Mist should have been silent—soft, lifeless, drifting like breath on a winter morning. It should have wrapped the world in dull whiteness and left nothing behind but dampness.But this fog was different.
It moved like something alive.It rolled in layers that felt too heavy for air, too thick for water, and within it there was a faint murmur—like distant waves striking stone, like whispers spoken from the underside of the world.
Lin stood still, his small body stiff, his breath instinctively held.He could not see the sky.
He could not see the ground.
He could not even see his own hands clearly.
Yet he could feel the place watching him.The fog pressed against his skin, slipped into his nose, crawled across his eyelashes. It was cold, but not the cold of winter. It was the cold of something that did not belong to the living world—like the edge of a tomb, like the silence between heartbeats.
Lin swallowed.
"This… isn't an ordinary hall," he thought. "It's a domain."He had entered Nine Jade Peak Sect two days ago. He had endured the admission, endured the gazes, endured the rules carved into stone and spoken like law.
He had completed the Qi sensing test—completed it in under an hour, just as the elder named Fang Zhao had announced.But he had not expected this.He had not expected to be taken.
One moment he was standing in the testing grounds, sweat on his back, Qi lingering like a faint warm thread in his veins.The next, reality folded.There was a blink of darkness, a pressure squeezing his skull—then fog.Lin steadied himself by instinct, scanning the mist like a blade scanning a battlefield. He was not alone. He could feel it.And then—Pop.A ripple in space. A sudden distortion like air tearing.Two figures appeared several steps away as if dropped by invisible hands.Two children. His age or slightly older. Their faces were pale with confusion.
Their eyes moved wildly, searching for a reference point that did not exist.Relief flashed through Lin's chest."So I'm not the only one."The two newcomers stared at Lin, then at each other, then back into the fog as if expecting monsters to crawl out.The atmosphere tightened.Lin's mind worked quickly.Fog.
Isolation. Sudden transport. No visible guards, no visible elders… yet the pressure felt like a mountain held above his head."This has to be the sect leader's residence," he concluded.There were places where disciples walked freely, places where elders roamed, places where servants cleaned and guards stood.
But this place?This place was not built for footsteps.It was built for kneeling.Lin stepped forward, lifted his hands, and bowed deep into the mist."This junior greets the sect leader!" he called out, voice steady despite the tension in his throat. "I am the son of the patriarch of Crescent Merchants.
I pay my respect!"The other two children jolted, as if the words struck their minds and finally gave shape to the fear.They immediately bowed as well, hurriedly introducing themselves—one from a minor clan under the sect's influence, the other from a cultivation family that served as a vassal.
Their voices trembled.The fog listened.For a moment, nothing answered.Then the sound came.Not footsteps. Not wind. Not breath.A voice.It did not come from the left or the right. It did not come from above or below. It came from everywhere at once, seeping through the mist like ink through water."Oh… little children," the voice said.It was neither warm nor cold. Neither male nor female. It carried no emotion—yet it carried authority.You could not resist it any more than you could resist gravity."You know of me," the voice continued, faint amusement threading through the words like a blade hidden in silk. "Very well.
"The three children remained bowed. Lin could feel his own heartbeat in his ears."Do you know why you have been brought here?"Silence.Lin wanted to answer, but he had no certainty. The other two dared not speak.Finally, they replied together, voices small."No, Sect Leader."The fog stirred, like the world itself inhaling.
"You have been brought here," the voice said, "because you completed the Qi sensing test in under one hour."A pause."And because Elder Fang Zhao was correct.
"The air tightened slightly, as if reality itself leaned closer to listen."You will be bestowed a reward," the Sect Leader said. "A special reward."Lin's eyes flickered. Reward meant opportunity. Opportunity meant power. Power meant survival."You will enter the Inner Sect directly," the voice said.
The two children stiffened. Lin's pupils narrowed.Inner Sect.Not outer disciples. Not years of sweeping halls and carrying water, waiting to be noticed like dust at someone's feet.Straight to the Inner Sect.And then came the words that made Lin's blood heat."You may take one manual from me," the voice said.
"A skill.
A battle art.
A cultivation technique.
"It was spoken lightly.But those words were a thunderbolt.Manuals were foundations.
Foundations were fate. A single technique could decide whether a cultivator became a nobody or a monster. It could decide whether you died under another person's heel… or became the one who crushed.
The fog shifted.In front of each child, something appeared.A floating jade slip.
Three slips, hovering in the air as if placed there by invisible hands. Each one radiated a distinct aura—one sharp and violent like steel; one heavy and oppressive like earth; one calm and unfathomable like a deep sea.Lin's breath slowed.He looked at them carefully.The other two children's eyes lit up with hunger.
Their hands reached forward almost reflexively—like starving people seeing food.Lin did not move immediately.He remembered his father's voice.Understanding matters more than talent.He remembered the god's voice in the void.I am the truth. I am the lie. I am you.He remembered the feeling of dying—how fast everything could be taken.Then he chose.
He reached for the jade slip whose aura felt silent.Not weak. Not empty.Silent—like a blade hidden in darkness.His fingers touched it.The moment he grasped the slip, information poured into his mind like cold water.A cultivation technique.Not a flashy sword art, not a roaring fist technique—something deeper.
Something that didn't scream to be seen.The two others took fighting skills—one a brutal spear art, the other a movement technique that promised speed and evasion.They bowed again, their voices overlapping with gratitude."Thank you, Sect Leader!"The fog did not respond.In the next instant, the world shattered.Pop.Space folded.Lin's vision blurred.
His stomach lurched as if his soul was pulled through a needle's eye. The two children vanished beside him.Then—They were standing before Elder Fang Zhao again as if they had never left.The elder's eyes were half closed as if he already knew everything that had happened.
Lin was about to speak.Before a single word could leave his mouth—Pop.Another teleportation.This time, the air was sharp and cold. The smell of pine and stone hit Lin's nose. His feet landed on firm ground, and in front of him stood a gate so massive it looked like it had been carved from the spine of a mountain
.A gate that did not welcome.A gate that judged.Above it hung an inscription, ancient and severe. The characters seemed to be alive, carrying an oppressive meaning that pressed against the mind.INNER SECT.Lin's heart tightened.
This was not the place where disciples played at cultivation.This was where disciples became tools… or weapons.Behind the gate, the land rose upward into the clouds.
Nine distant peaks stood like nine sleeping gods, each one different in shape and aura. Some were wrapped in soft mist, some crowned with storm clouds, some radiating a warmth that made the air shimmer.Fang Zhao appeared before them, robes fluttering."Choose," he said simply.The three children stood silently.
Fang Zhao's gaze swept across the peaks."Each peak has a nature," he said. "Each peak has a temperament. Each peak has its own way of living, its own way of cultivating, its own way of surviving."He lifted a hand.As he spoke, faint phantoms appeared behind him—shadows in the air, symbols painted in Qi.
"Peace," Fang Zhao said.A dove appeared, white wings spread, its eyes calm.
"Anger."A wild boar, tusks stained, muscles bulging with savage force.
"Discipline."An ant—tiny, but unbreakable, moving with relentless purpose.
"Wisdom."An owl, eyes like moons, sharp enough to pierce lies."Loyalty."A dog, steady and vigilant, never leaving its master's side.
"Freedom."An eagle, soaring high, cutting through the sky as if heaven itself were only wind.
"Strength."A lion, roaring, its mane like flame."Patience."An elephant, ancient and calm, carrying mountains in its steps.
"Joy."A dolphin, leaping through invisible waves, laughter hidden in its movement.As each symbol appeared, Lin felt the subtle pressure of their concepts.
It was not childish symbolism .Each peak was not just a mountain.Each peak was a path.Fang Zhao's voice remained cold."Choose carefully.
A peak does not only choose your teacher. It shapes your mind. It shapes your future."The two other children made their choices quickly.One, eyes burning with ambition, pointed at the Wild Boar."I choose Anger Peak!" he said.The other smiled faintly, as if chasing something bright."I choose Dolphin Peak."Then silence fell.Lin stared at the dove.Peace.In his old life, peace was a joke.
A lie told by weak people to comfort themselves before the strong trampled them.And yet…When he died, what had he wanted more than anything?Not revenge.
Not wealth.Just… relief.Silence.A moment where the world stopped stabbing him.Peace wasn't weakness.Peace was control.Peace was the ability to keep your heart unmoved even when the world tried to tear it apart.
Lin lifted his head."I choose Dove Peak."Fang Zhao looked at him for a long second, expression unreadable.Then he nodded."Very well."He waved his sleeve.Three portals appeared—each one a spinning curtain of light, each one leading to a different peak. The air near them trembled as if reality itself was thin.
"As you enter," Fang Zhao said, "you will be transported to the main hall of the peak you have chosen. The Peak Lord will be waiting."His tone sharpened."Don't embarrass yourselves."And then—He pushed.Not with his hands, but with his will.The three children stumbled forward as if struck by an invisible wave.
The portals swallowed them one by one.Light exploded across Lin's eyes.For a moment, there was only whiteness.When his vision returned, Lin found himself standing in a hall.
A hall of gold.The floor beneath his feet looked like it had been cast from molten sunlight, polished until it reflected his silhouette like a mirror.
Veins of crystal ran through the tiles like frozen lightning. The air was clean, yet filled with a faint fragrance—something between flowers and cold metal.Above him, the ceiling arched so high it seemed to touch the sky.
Pillars lined the sides like ancient trees, each one carved with patterns that made his eyes ache if he stared too long.This wasn't a hall.It was a statement.A declaration of wealth, power, and cultivation so refined that the world itself had been bent into decoration.Lin's throat tightened. He forced himself to breathe evenly.Then a voice descended."Looking around already, child?"It came from ahead.
Lin snapped his gaze forward.A grand throne sat at the far end of the hall. Upon it rested a woman.She looked… unreal.Her beauty was not the soft beauty of a painting. It was the kind of beauty that made you feel small, like a mortal staring at an immortal statue. Her skin was pale as cloudlight.
Her posture relaxed, yet every inch of her carried pressure—like a sword resting in a sheath, silent but ready to kill.Her eyes were sharp.So sharp that when they settled on Lin, it felt like someone had placed a blade against his heart and waited to see if it would tremble.Lin immediately bowed, deeper than he had bowed in the fog."This disciple greets the Peak Lord."A faint chuckle echoed through the hall.
"Oho…" the woman said, voice lazy, amused. "One of the smart ones, huh?"Lin remained bowed, but inside his mind, thoughts moved like knives.Smart meant noticed.Noticed meant targeted.And in a sect… being targeted was sometimes more dangerous than being ignored.
The woman leaned forward slightly, her gaze narrowing as if seeing through Lin's bones."Raise your head," she said.Lin did.Their eyes met.For a heartbeat, the golden hall seemed to dim.And Lin felt it deep in the marrow of his soul.This peak… was not called Peace because it was gentle.
It was called Peace because it could end conflict with a single thought.The woman's lips curved."Tell me," she said softly. "What do you think peace truly is?"Lin's heart beat once.Hard.To be continued…