Another half‑month slipped by.0

Li Yuan finished sorting money, secret arts, pills, and ore, sending them off in batches along his private routes toward Cloudpeak Province—seed capital for the farming life he planned. The stash even included a chest of blood gold and the two beast taming manuals that the temple master had bestowed upon him.0

Yellow leaves fell in flurries. Instead of the famed mountain summit, now a pilgrim’s site for apprentice blacksmiths, Li Yuan chose a hidden forge to fashion Shuixiang’s spirit artifact. Into that weapon he quietly poured 300 years of his own life.0

300 years was not enough to punch a hole in Yin and Yang or call down heavenly thunder and...2