Chapter 14: Saviour

Dao Wei left the village at dawn, the first rays of sunlight casting long shadows across the ground. The villagers had gathered to see him off, their faces a mix of gratitude and sadness. As he walked away, he could hear their voices fading into the distance, their well-wishes and thanks lingering in the air.

The path ahead was uncertain, filled with unknown dangers and challenges. But Dao Wei was resolute. His goal was clear: to reach the Sword God Sect in Central Jiangling and continue his pursuit of the Sword Dao. He had chosen to travel on foot, preferring a low-profile approach to avoid drawing unnecessary attention. Aside from that, he wanted to learn as much as he could about the Mortal World.

The dense forest loomed ahead, its towering trees creating a canopy that blocked out much of the sunlight. The air was cool and damp, the ground covered in a thick layer of leaves and underbrush. Dao Wei moved with caution, his senses alert for any sign of danger.

The forest was alive with the sounds of nature. Birds chirped overhead, their calls echoing through the trees. Small animals scurried through the underbrush, their movements barely perceptible. Dao Wei found the sounds comforting, a reminder that he was not alone in this vast wilderness.

As he walked, he thought about the villagers and their plight. The memory of their fear and desperation fueled his determination. He had sworn to protect those who could not protect themselves, and he intended to honor that vow. Each step brought him closer to his goal, and he knew that the journey would test his limits.

The first day passed without incident. Dao Wei made steady progress, his path winding through the forest like a serpent. He paused occasionally to rest and eat, his mind focused on the task at hand. As night fell, he found a small clearing and set up camp. The stars twinkled overhead, their light piercing the darkness like tiny beacons.

He built a small fire, the flames casting dancing shadows on the trees. As he sat by the fire, his thoughts turned to his master and the teachings that had guided him thus far. The lessons of the Void Sword, Dragon Palm, and Ethereal Step were etched into his memory, each technique a vital part of his arsenal.

Dao Wei closed his eyes and began to meditate, his mind sinking into a state of deep concentration. He visualized the flow of Qi within his body, feeling its energy coursing through his veins. The meditation helped him center himself, sharpening his focus and calming his mind.

The night passed peacefully, and Dao Wei awoke at dawn, ready to continue his journey. He extinguished the fire and packed his belongings, his movements swift and efficient. The forest awaited, its secrets hidden within its depths.

As he ventured deeper into the woods, the terrain grew more challenging. The trees grew thicker, their branches intertwining to create natural obstacles. The ground was uneven, littered with rocks and roots that threatened to trip him up. But Dao Wei pressed on, his determination unwavering.

The days blended into each other, a relentless march through the forest. Dao Wei encountered all manner of creatures, from harmless deer to aggressive wild boars. Each encounter tested his skills and reflexes, but he handled them with ease, his training and experience guiding his actions.

As evening approached and was setting up camp, Dao Wei heard a rustling in the bushes nearby. He tensed, his hand moving to the hilt of his sword. The rustling grew louder, and a figure emerged from the underbrush.

It was an old man, his clothes tattered and his face lined with age. He carried a wooden staff, using it to steady himself as he walked. His eyes met Dao Wei's, and he smiled, a toothless grin that was both friendly and weary.

"Good evening, traveler," the old man said, his voice raspy. "May I share your fire?"

Dao Wei nodded, gesturing for the old man to sit. "Of course. What brings you to these parts?"

The old man lowered himself to the ground with a sigh of relief. "I live in a small hut not far from here. I was out foraging for food when I heard your fire crackling. It's been a long time since I've had company."

Dao Wei handed the old man a portion of his food, which was accepted with gratitude. They ate in silence for a while, the fire crackling softly between them.

"Tell me," the old man said after a while, "what brings a young warrior like you to this forsaken forest?"

"I'm just passing by," Dao Wei replied.

"Just passing by?" The old man's eyes widened with interest. his expression suddenly changed and he wore a smirk on his face, "The Sword Path is indeed a noble goal, humble and unyielding. But be warned, that path is treacherous and unforgiving... many have lost their way."

"Without a strong resolution, how can one ascend the heavens? how can one change destiny? how can one be as they will in this chaotic world?" Dao Wei asked, but it was as if he was asking himself.

The old man smiled, a glint of admiration in his eyes. "I have no doubt you will definitely become great, your highness. May the spirits of the ancestors continue to guide you on your journey." He then pointed out a finger and a faint golden light enveloped Dao Wei completely.

At this instant, the old man chanted something in a low tone and golden runes appeared and flew into the cloud surrounding Dao Wei. They entered Dao Wei's body and began to merge with his blood, skin, bones, heart, and mind. Dao Wei felt a surge of comfort like he had never before. His cultivation increased as well as his spiritual power. A silver book with dragon carvings on the cover which looked like a complete world appeared on his Sea of Qi.

"I've done what you told me to do Old Man, please do forgive my past mistakes..." The Old Man spoke staring at the sky as if someone was watching him. He had beads of sweat and his clothes were drenched after making that statement. It was as if he had offended someone he shouldn't and was awaiting his judgment. After some moments passed and nothing happened, the old man sighed in relief, took a look at Dao Wei who was still practicing, and disappeared into the darkness.

The next morning, Dao Wei opened his eyes and the old man was gone. He wondered what actually happened but the more he tried to figure it out, a strong pain hit his head.

Dao Wei almost fell back but he held himself together and sat down. After calming himself down and confirming his body wasn't in any danger, he decided to leave the mystery for later and continued his journey.

The forest began to thin, giving way to rocky terrain and steep inclines. The air grew colder as he ascended into the mountains, the path becoming more difficult with each step.

The mountains were a formidable barrier, their jagged peaks reaching towards the sky. Dao Wei navigated the narrow trails with care, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger. The wind howled through the passes, carrying with it the scent of snow and ice.

As he climbed higher, the challenges grew more severe. The thin air made breathing difficult, and the cold sapped his strength. But Dao Wei pressed on, his determination driving him forward. He relied on his training and instincts, each step a testament to his resilience.

As he was navigating a particularly treacherous pass, Dao Wei heard a faint cry for help. He paused, straining to locate the source of the sound. The cry came again, more desperate this time.

He followed the sound, his heart pounding with urgency. Rounding a bend, he saw a young woman clinging to the edge of a cliff, her fingers white with strain. Below her, a sheer drop plunged into the abyss.

Dao Wei rushed forward, his hand reaching out to grasp hers. "Hold on," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "I've got you."

The woman's eyes were wide with fear, but she nodded, her grip tightening on his hand. With a powerful pull, Dao Wei lifted her to safety. She collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face.

"Thank you," she gasped.

Dao Wei helped her stand on her feet. "What are you doing out here alone?"

The woman wiped her tears, her voice trembling. "I was traveling to visit my family in a nearby village when I lost my way. The path was treacherous, and I slipped. If you hadn't come, I don't know what would have happened..."

Dao Wei nodded, his expression serious. "These mountains are dangerous. It's best to travel with caution and not alone."

"I will," she said, her gratitude evident. "Thank you again. My name is Li Mei."

"Dao Wei," he replied with a small smile. "Let me help you find your way to the village."

Together, they navigated the remaining distance, Dao Wei ensuring that Li Mei was safe and steady on her feet. As they descended into the valley, the terrain became more manageable, the path widening and the air growing warmer.

By nightfall, they reached the village. It was a small, quaint place, nestled in a sheltered valley, the houses built from sturdy wood and stone. The villagers greeted them warmly, their faces lighting up with recognition and relief at the sight of Li Mei.

"Li Mei! You're safe!" an elderly woman exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace her.

Li Mei returned the embrace, tears of relief in her eyes. "Yes, thanks to master Dao Wei. He saved my life."

The villagers turned to Dao Wei, their expressions filled with gratitude. The elder of the village stepped forward, bowing deeply. "Thank you, young master. You have our deepest gratitude. Please, stay with us tonight as our honored guest."

Dao Wei nodded, accepting their hospitality. As they led him to a warm, inviting home, he felt a sense of fulfillment. The journey was arduous, and the path ahead was still long, but he was making a difference. Each life he saved, each person he helped, was a step closer to his goal.

Dao Wei stood at the threshold of Li Mei's humble home, his robes dusted with the remnants of his journey. The villagers watched him from behind half-closed shutters, their eyes wide with curiosity and fear. For a thousand years, they had lived in isolation, their lives untouched by the outside world.

Li Mei appeared in the doorway, her almond-shaped eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Her beauty was undeniable, with delicate features framed by raven-black hair. Despite her graceful demeanor, Dao Wei sensed an underlying strength in her movements. Behind her, her mother, a wizened figure with silver hair, shuffled over to the hearth, stoking the fire. The aroma of simmering herbs and spices filled the room, and Dao Wei's stomach rumbled in response.

"Please, sit," Li Mei said, gesturing to a low wooden stool.

Dao Wei lowered himself onto the stool, his gaze never leaving Li Mei. She moved with the fluidity of a dancer, her movements deliberate yet effortless. Her eyes held secrets—secrets he longed to unravel.

"Why is no one here a cultivator?" Dao Wei asked, breaking the silence. "In my travels, I've encountered many who wield the power of qi. Yet this village seems untouched by such abilities."

Li Mei poured tea into delicate porcelain cups. "Our ancestors made a pact," she said, her voice soft as silk. "A pact with the land and the spirits that guard it. We live in harmony with nature, tending to our crops and our families. Cultivation would disrupt that balance."

"We've lived in these secluded areas since the Medieval Age," she continued. "Our way is that of nature; we are in tune with it, and it provides all we need."

Dao Wei frowned. "But surely there are those among you who yearn for more?"

In this world, without power one was but a scapegoat waiting to be slaughtered. If these people really couldn't cultivate, it was just a matter of time before someone found them, and that would be the end of their so-called peaceful life, Dao Wei thought.

Li Mei's eyes sparkled. "Ah, it is true there are those who yearn for more, Dao Wei. But since time immemorial, our people have always been different and responsible for the balance in nature."

Dao Wei leaned forward, intrigued. "Tell me about it."

Li Mei settled across from him, her hands cradling the teacup. "Our legend comes from the Zara Ruins deep within the forest," she began. "They say it was once the home of the martial arts. The way of cultivation all began there. Countless great sects and legends once occupied the place and ruled the lands and skies with unparalleled powers. It is said that whoever can get the inheritance will surely become a giant in the mortal world—but unfortunately, no one has ever seen the ruins, thus making the legend a myth."

Dao Wei's pulse quickened. "And what does this all have to do with you not cultivating?"

"Simple," Li Mei whispered. "We are different from other mortals, Dao Wei. Just like you are different from those born in the mortal world."

Dao Wei's mind raced. Such a discovery was beyond imagination. "How do you know I'm not from this world?"

Li Mei's gaze bore into his. "Because I'm the Tree of Life," she said. "My people came from nature; we are one with it. I was born here about a hundred thousand years ago, but only attained spirituality about a thousand years ago. It was only about a hundred years ago that I was able to have a human body. The villagers here are all special species of different plants, all born in the void. We once lived in the Zara Ruins, as our history goes, but something happened and the ruins were lost." She sighed.

Dao Wei stood, pacing the room. "Telling me all this, aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of you or even spread the news of your existence?"

Li Mei's laughter danced like wind chimes. "You're not like other outsiders, Dao Wei. You're different. Mysterious."

He turned to face her. "Am I?"

She leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "Yes," she murmured. "And it's hard not to fall for a mystery."

"You are not the first person to visit us, Dao Wei," she continued, after seeing the look of curiosity in Dao Wei's eyes. "Ten years ago, an old man came here. He said he was just paving the way for his young lord. I can vaguely sense his aura on you."

Dao Wei was taken aback by the revelation. 'An old man? Who could it be? Can it be that that old man actually really came here? Hehe, you never cease to amaze me, old man,' Dao Wei thought.