Wang Jian listened, feeling a deep respect for Jian Feng. Their stories were similar—both born with powerful bodies, yet unable to grow as fast as others. But there was one great difference. The Wang family always showed him kindness. Even when he was weak and sick, they never complained. Their care and concern warmed his heart, unlike the cold betrayal Jian Feng had faced. Filled with gratitude, Wang Jian vowed to make the Wang family stronger and prouder.

  Jian Feng paused, watching Wang Jian’s silent thoughts. The air grew still around them.

  Jian Feng’s voice grew sharper. “After my master left, I once again wandered the world for many years. I trained my sword beneath waterfalls and climbed snowy mountains, learning from every fight and challenge. Eventually, I became the strongest sword cultivator in the Immortal Realm—a realm filled with shining cities, floating islands, and rivers of glowing mist. My name spread far and wide as Sword Sovereign Jian Feng. No one dared challenge me.”

  Then his eyes darkened. “And I did wrong by Once again trusting the wrong people. My old family wanted my power for them selves and refused then. And the day I tried to ascend to the Divine Realm, they attacked me in a fierce storm—thunder clashed, rain poured, and lightning tore the sky. They struck without mercy, shattering my body."

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  “But I did not die. My Immortal Sword Body makes my soul immortal. As long as my soul remains, I can survive. With rare heavenly materials, I can rebuild my body again.”

  He raised his bracelet. “This is a gift from my master, made from rare Chaos Black Jade. It’s my lifeline, protecting me through the darkest times, giving me hope to rise once more.”

  Wang Jian’s heart raced as the weight of the story settled deep in his soul.

  Jian Feng looked straight at Wang Jian. “Now, you have my answers. What do you say? Will you take me as your master?”

  Wang Jian hesitated for a moment, his heart racing with hope and uncertainty. Then, without another word, he dropped to his knees and bowed deeply. “Wang Jian greets his master,” he said with respect, bowing three times.

  Joy sparkled in Jian Feng’s eyes. “Stand up, Wang Jian. You are my one and only disciple. I will teach you everything I know. Together, you will grow stronger than even me.”

  A warm smile touched Wang Jian’s lips. The weight of their bond settled between them, unspoken but strong.

  They talked quietly for a while longer, sharing hopes and plans for the future. Then Jian Feng told Wang Jian to rest. As Wang Jian drifted into a peaceful sleep, Jian Feng returned to the bracelet, his spirit quietly cultivating within.

  Elsewhere, in his courtyard, Wang Tian sat quietly, cross-legged on his bed. The system’s voice rang clear in his mind:

  [Congratulations, Host, for claiming the rewards: 10,000 Achievement Points and Great Success in Sword Intent.]

  [Sword Intent is fusing with Host.]

  [Congratulations, Host, for achieving Great Success in Sword Intent.]

  Wang Tian smiled, feeling the sword intent flow through him like a river of light. His path had advanced, and great power awaited.