THE REAL PROTEGE Chapter 423: WHICH ONE IS TRULY ME?

The guard pressed his forehead harder against the floor, as if the weight of his following words demanded deeper obeisance.

"Mistress, the entire valley speaks of nothing but destiny and prophecy. So call your daughters unstoppable — chosen by heaven itself, destined to unite the cultivation world under a new era of prosperity. Others call them dangerous anomalies — too powerful, too young, too unpredictable, threats that must be eliminated before they upset the careful balance of power. But on one point, all factions agree regardless of their stance: the sisters must be tested in the ’Eye.’ Their true nature must be revealed. The valley will accept nothing less."

Ling Li rose in a single fluid motion, her spiritual aura flaring outward like invisible wings, a pressure that made the lantern fla gutter and bend. The temperature in the pavilion dropped perceptibly, and long shadows stretched across the bamboo floor, darkening the corners as if night itself responded to her will.

When she spoke, her voice remained calm as a mountain lake’s surface, but beneath that tranquility lay depths that could drown armies. Each word carried the absolute weight of command, the authority of one who had ruled for decades through cunning, strength, and ruthless efficiency.

"Carry my words to Great-grandpa Shenwu imdiately — he must know every sect that moves against us. Find Shinsei in whatever mountain hermitage he’s chosen tonight and inform him that his apprentice faces coordinated assassination attempts." Ling Li’s eyes blazed with cold fire.

"The valley plots in shadows, sharpening knives and brewing poisons, believing my daughters are naive children to be tested and discarded. But the Li Clan does not bow. We have never bowed. My daughters will enter the ’Eye’ as planned, and they will face whatever trials and treachery await them within. And when they erge — not if, but when — the valley will learn the true cost of awakening destiny, of threatening those chosen by heaven itself. Let the sects rember why the Li Clan has endured for ten generations while others have crumbled to dust."

The guard bowed so deeply his body folded nearly in half, then rose and retreated backward, never turning his back on his mistress, before dissolving into the shadows between bamboo stalks as if he had never existed at all.

Ling Li stood alone in the pavilion’s circle of lantern light, an island of illumination surrounded by darkness pressing in from all sides. The fla burned steady and unwavering despite the night breeze, its light reflecting in her eyes, eyes that burned with resolve harder than diamond, sharper than any blade the valley could forge.

She was not rely a mother protecting her children. She was a matriarch defending her clan’s destiny, and she would burn the entire valley to ash before allowing anyone to harm what was under her protection. As the lantern’s fla flickered, its glow was mirrored not only in her unyielding eyes but also in the depths of the unseen ’Eye,’ a potent symbol of the power and peril that awaited. This dual reflection embodied the convergence of destiny and determination, leaving a lingering echo that resonated long after the scene faded.

Moonlit Pond – Sisters’ Reflections

The banquet’s laughter and clatter had faded into the night like echoes swallowed by distance, leaving the Bamboo Pavilion hushed and heavy under the weight of destiny spoken aloud. Ren felt the quiet as a paused breath, a mont caught on the cusp of change, knowing that everything she did next would either solidify her place as the chosen portal-bearer or unravel the legacy her family had crafted through generations. Lanterns flickered low along the pavilion’s edges, their amber glow barely reaching the pond beyond, where darkness pooled thick, and the water’s surface reflected stars like scattered diamonds on black silk.

Ren slipped quietly into the garden like a ghost seeking solitude, her indigo robe whispering against dew-damp grass that soaked the hem with cold moisture. The chill of the moss pierced her skin like the cold fingers of doubt, echoing her heart’s relentless race from Shinsei’s words and the weight of expectation in every eye that had turned toward her during the banquet. The na of the ’Heaven-Piercing Needle Arts’ echoed in her mind like a war drum counting down to battle, demanding and inescapable. She knelt at the pond’s edge, knees pressing into the soft moss, and stared at her reflection fractured by ripples into a dozen incomplete versions of herself, none of them whole.

’Apprentice to a legend. Daughter of a Matriarch. Portal-bearer chosen by blood. Needle wielder who must bleed for power. Wife of the President. In a world that demands I wear so many masks, who am I beneath them all? How can one person carry so many identities without fracturing under the weight? Which one is truly , and which are masks I’m expected to wear?’

Her breath trembled, visible in the cool night air as wisps of mist. The silence pressed in from all sides, heavy as waterlogged cloth, suffocating in its completeness. Even the usual night sounds — crickets, wind through bamboo, distant owl calls — seed to have withdrawn.

For a mont, there was nothing. A crushing stillness.

It was as if the world held its breath with her, leaving her alone with thoughts that spiraled darker with each passing mont.

Lily Joins Ren

Soft footsteps approached through the grass, deliberate enough to announce presence without startling. Lily appeared from the pavilion’s shadow, her hair loose and flowing past her shoulders like a dark waterfall, still damp from the ritual washing after the banquet. Her eyes — so often bright with mischief — were wide with concern, reading her big sister’s posture with the intuition born from seventeen years of shared existence. She crouched beside Ren with fluid grace, hugging her own knees, mirroring her sister’s position in silent solidarity.

"You slipped away the mont Mother’s attention shifted to the elders’ toasts. I knew you’d co here when the world becos too loud, when expectations press too close." Lily’s words were soft, almost teasing, aid at easing the mont, but her gaze remained serious, analyzing Ren’s face for signs of distress.

Ren’s lips curved into a semblance of a smile, a flicker of insincerity catching at the corner of her mouth, as if testing its strength against the weight of unspoken truths. "I needed air. Needed... quiet. Needed to rember what my own thoughts sound like without everyone else’s expectations drowning them out."

The pond shimred faintly, its surface tension breaking in concentric circles that expanded outward. As if in response to the weight of emotion hanging in the air, the Spirit Carp with Golden Scales surfaced in perfect synchronization. Their bodies glowed with inner luminescence, ancient and otherworldly, scattering droplets that caught the lantern light and sparkled as liquid stars suspended in darkness before falling back to disturb the water’s mirror. This tily appearance felt like a celestial sign, an on that the sisters’ path, though fraught with mystery and peril, was also watched over and guided by forces beyond their understanding.