Under the morning sun, two figures clash with swords.
They look alike at a glance.
One is slightly taller, his movents smooth and controlled, his posture relaxed.
The other is younger, leaner, carrying strength but lacking restraint.
It is less a fight than a lesson.
The younger lunges first, anger written into every step.
rin blocks the strike with minimal effort.
His wrist turns, guiding the blade aside, and before his brother can recover, rin locks their swords together.
A short step forward—
A precise kick.
rin’s foot lands in his brother’s belly.
The younger body lifts from the ground and crashes backwards, breath knocked out of him, sword spinning free.
rin reaches out calmly and catches the falling sword by the handle before it touches the earth.
He looks at his brother on the ground and speaks evenly.
“Get up.”
His little brother glares at him, jaw clenched, and forces himself upright.
rin tosses the sword back.
The younger catches it and attacks again, movents sharper, anger heavier.
The exchange lasts only a heartbeat.
rin steps in, redirects the strike, twists the hilt from his brother’s grip, and shoves him down again.
The sword clatters away.
The sun continues to rise.
Again and again, the scene repeats.
Each ti, the outco is the sa.
Each ti, rin’s voice remains calm.
“Get up.”
By the twentieth ti, rage finally overflows.
His little brother screams.
Wind energy erupts around him, violent and unstable.
A sword manifests in his hand—pure white, its body flawless, a small green crystal set into the handle.
Light-green radiance shimrs along its edge.
A spiritual weapon.
He swings.
A roaring wind blade tears through the air toward rin.
rin has been waiting for this.
He dodges before the blade fully forms, his body blurring as he closes the distance in an instant.
He grabs his brother’s wrist mid-swing, twists sharply, and the spiritual sword slips free, falling to the ground.
rin steps on the blade, pinning it.
“You failed,” he says.
His little brother cries out in pain as the pressure on his wrist increases.
rin releases him and steps back.
“You failed,” rin repeats.
“I told you how much anger you have.”
“Do not release your spiritual weapon.”
His brother is a spiritual weapon refiner.
Their greatest strength is also their greatest weakness.
If the weapon is damaged, the refiner is injured.
If it is destroyed, the refiner may be crippled for life.
rin trains him without softness.
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Not out of brotherly affection.
rin has lived too long for that.
In the beginning, in his earliest reincarnations, he felt attachnt to his birth families.
That faded with ti.
With each rebirth, with each century added to his existence, those feelings thinned.
He has lived for more than a thousand years across countless lives.
He will live again.
Be reborn again.
Have another family again.
This family is not sothing he clings to.
It is simply where he was born this ti.
Training his brother is repaynt—
cause and effect.
Nothing more.
His little brother retrieves the spiritual sword and draws it back into his dantian to nourish it.
“I understand, Brother,” he says quietly.
“It won’t happen again.”
rin nods.
“Go wash up,” he says.
“We’ll et at the breakfast table.”
His little brother nods and walks away.
rin follows at a distance, then turns back toward his own room.
Returning to his room, he enters the bathroom and finds a full bucket of water that a servant had prepared earlier.
He removes his clothes and begins washing himself, the cool water running over his body and washing away sweat and dust.
After cleaning himself, he puts on fresh underwear and steps out.
From the drawer, he takes out a pill bottle.
rin sits on his cultivation mat, opens the bottle, and takes out a slightly larger snow-white pill.
A week has passed since the raid.
His team did not find the murderer of Toga, but the reason behind the murder was uncovered, and a hidden slave ring was exposed.
With that, the mission concluded.
Lieutenant Tan personally rewarded rin with five hundred rit points.
Including rin, the team had six mbers.
rin kept one hundred rit for himself.
Gong Qiu and the rest divided the remaining four hundred rit equally.
Using the rit and paying an additional hundred gold coins, rin exchanged for the Snow Ginseng Pills in his hand.
He obtained five of them.
Each Snow Ginseng Pill is three tis as effective as an ordinary ginseng pill.
rin swallows the pill and closes the bottle.
As the pill dissolves, energy spreads through his body.
rin begins cultivating imdiately.
His muscles vibrate under precise control, his bones responding as the dicinal energy refines them from within.
An hour later, the improvent stabilises, and the surge of energy fades.
rin opens his eyes.
“If I cultivate with Snow Ginseng Pills,” he says quietly to himself,
“Then in two weeks, I’ll be able to enter the second stage of the Blood Seal realm.”
His earlier calculations using ordinary ginseng pills required two months.
Satisfied, rin stands and leaves his room.
In the garden, he sits at the breakfast table with his younger brother.
Morning light filters through leaves overhead as servants bring food.
Housekeeper Chen stands nearby and says,
“Duan Lin, tell your elder brother what you’ve learned at the academy.”
Duan Lin studies at the Spiritual Academy of the capital.
rin never attended—he has no need.
But Duan Lin does.
His cultivation path depends on understanding spiritual weapons, and rin knows it would be difficult to teach him properly while unable to cultivate himself.
So this year, Duan Lin was sent to the academy.
Hearing the housekeeper’s prompt, Duan Lin’s eyes brighten as he turns to rin.
“Brother,” he says eagerly, “I ranked first again in this week’s combat competition.”
rin is not surprised.
After training with him weekly, failing to rank first would be strange.
“And the theory subjects?” rin asks.
Duan Lin’s expression falters.
In a low voice, he reports his results.
rin listens calmly.
“You must study harder,” he says.
He does not berate him.
In the cultivation world, practical strength matters more than theory, and Duan Lin did not fail—he ranked between fifth and tenth in all theory subjects.
rin continues,
“You should also learn a side profession.”
Duan Lin hesitates.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” he says,
“But I can’t decide which one.”
rin looks at him calmly and asks,
“What do you have in mind?”
Duan Lin gathers his thoughts.
“Learning Spiritual Weapon refining will help my cultivation and let advance my natal weapon faster.”
“Pill refining can help you and the family.”
He pauses.
rin studies him for a mont and says,
“I hear an and.”
Duan Lin lowers his voice slightly.
“I also like paper puppet refining.”
rin nods slowly.
“You don’t need to learn pill refining for the family or ,” rin says.
“We can buy ready-made pills or hire pill refiners with money.”
Duan Lin shakes his head.
“That only works for low- and mid-grade spiritual pills.”
“Not for high-grade or top-grade pills.”
rin replies evenly,
“I work in the Divine Guard.”
“I can exchange rit for resources.”
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
Duan Lin looks down for a mont.
“I still want to help the family.”
rin’s tone remains steady.
“Then learn paper puppet refining.”
“And also learn the basics of spiritual weapon refining.”
“If you reach a high level in paper puppet refining, it will help the family in many other ways.”
Duan Lin nods slowly, the hesitation easing from his expression.
As they finish eating, hurried footsteps sound across the garden path.
A servant runs in, breath slightly uneven, drawing rin’s attention at once.
“Lord,” the servant says quickly,
“Soone from the Divine Guard has co.”
“He said it’s urgent.”
“Lieutenant Tan called for you.”
rin stands imdiately.
He leaves the garden, returns to his room, and changes into his Divine Guard uniform with practised speed.
For faster travel, he mounts his horse rather than taking a carriage and rides straight to the Divine Guard headquarters.
Entering the building, he moves swiftly through the corridors and heads directly toward the lieutenant’s office.
He knocks.
“Co in.”
rin steps inside.
Lieutenant Tan sits at the far end of the room, posture straight, expression serious.
Across from him stand two people in captain uniforms, with a table between them.
Lieutenant Tan looks up and says,
“rin, we were waiting for you.”
The two captains turn.
rin recognises one imdiately.
Captain Ye Ran.
The other is a man he has never t before, tall, sharp-featured, his expression composed and restrained.
rin steps forward and stands beside Ye Ran.
“Sorry for being late,” rin says.
Lieutenant Tan waves a hand.
“Today was your rest day.”
“You don’t need to apologise.”
Lieutenant Tan continues,
“I called you here for an urgent mission.”
“You will complete it together with Captain Ye Ran and Captain Zhao Wenjie.”
rin nods.
Captain Ye Ran speaks,
“Lieutenant, can you explain the mission now?”
Lieutenant Tan’s gaze hardens slightly.
“rin uncovered the illegal slave ring,” he says.
“And the mastermind behind it has been identified.”
The unfamiliar captain’s brows draw together.
“Who?” he asks.
Lieutenant Tan answers without hesitation.
“The Shen Family of Anxi Town.”
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