Xarsky01

Synopsis
"Jian Mo."
One name. One terror.

Just uttering his name is enough to freeze blood. In the world of Murim, warriors tremble at whispers of his presence. Those who dared to oppose him never lived long enough to regret it—their bodies found mangled beyond recognition.

Known as the "Heaven-Splitting Thread," Jian Mo is a living shadow of death. His movements are as delicate as thread, yet deadlier than any sword. In a single moment, even the heavens could be torn apart by his hand.

But...
The demon of Murim has slowly vanished from the world. He seeks an ordinary life—free from bloodshed, revenge, and the endless weight of killing.
Yet the world is not so quick to let go of its symbol of fear.

Now, Jian Mo must face a challenge far greater than slaying enemies:
Becoming human.

Can he protect peace without drawing his sword?
Or will the world force him to become a demon once more?

The martial god wants to be a father

The morning sun slowly bathed the valleys and mountains of the Murim world with its warm light. Dew still clung to the edges of leaves, hinting at a tranquility rarely found in times of conflict. The fresh air gently caressed the trees, swaying softly in the breeze. Birds chirped joyfully on the branches of old pine trees, as if celebrating the peace that had lasted for two uninterrupted weeks.

The Murim world seemed calm. Villages once swept by chaos now lived again in a serene rhythm. Warriors returned to their training grounds, the great sects reopened their gates to new disciples, and the bustling sounds of the market echoed once more at the base of the mountains where powerful clans resided. There were no signs of unrest. No suspicious footsteps in the night. As if all the great powers were taking a deep breath before moving once more.

But behind this peace, atop the highest peak of Mount Tianyin shrouded in silvery clouds, stood a grand pavilion: the Hall of a Thousand Heavens' Tones, the heart of Tianyin, full of majesty and authority. Its jade pillars were carved with dragons and phoenixes, thin silk curtains swayed gently in the breeze, and the scent of sandalwood filled the air like a flow of qi that calmed the mind.

Inside the hall, eight important figures sat around a round jade table. Laid out before them were maps, participant lists, and scrolls of intelligence reports. A solemn silence filled the room until the serene voice of Cheon Ji, Tianyin's supreme leader, broke the stillness.

"It seems Dark Blood hasn't made a move this time."

Mo Tian, the right-hand man and shadow observer of Tianyin, unrolled a report scroll. "Yes, Master. In the past two weeks, they haven't made a single move. It seems they're cautious of our response."

Chen Tiamo, a cheerful young leader, smiled as he crossed his arms. "In that case, Tianyin World can proceed as usual."

Tianyin World—the most prestigious duel tournament in the Murim world, where large and small sects tested their disciples' skills. It was also a way to reinforce influence and prestige.

Da Zhong, the burly leader of the Water Star Sect, let out a low laugh. "Sounds good. I'd love to see the Ten Thousand Swords Sect lose again."

"Haha, this season, I'll be the winner," Chen Tiamo chuckled. "My clan has prepared an exceptionally gifted disciple."

Mu Whon, the calm and cold man from the Sky Sword Sect, interjected, "What if Dark Blood attacks during the Tianyin World?"

Mo Tian responded firmly, "In these two weeks, not even our shadow spies detected anything. But… I won't lower our guard."

Cheon Ji closed his eyes for a moment. "If you all agree, then I shall approve it."

Pen Aiyu, a woman in a dark purple robe with a silver fan, turned with a faint smile. "Of course you'll join, Tiamo. But… will your new disciple last more than three rounds this year?"

Chen Tiamo retorted quickly, "Just wait, Aiyu. This time, my disciple… will leave you speechless."

So Lin He, who had been calmly watching the steam rise from his tea, finally spoke. "Don't turn Tianyin World into a vanity contest. When the world is calm, that is when the storm silently brews."

The room fell into sudden silence. The words were heavy, but everyone knew Lin He never spoke without meaning.

Kim Jheon Mo, a lean man with hawk-like eyes, looked sharply at Cheon Ji. "I agree that Tianyin World should be held. But perimeter security must be tightened. I can dispatch three shadow teams."

Mo Tian quickly replied, "Agreed. We'll discuss the details later."

Cheon Ji stood slowly, his gaze sharp. "Then… Tianyin World shall begin. But this time, we cannot afford to be careless. If Dark Blood moves… I want us three steps ahead of them."

The wind outside once again stirred the curtains. The scent of sandalwood filled the air. And out there, the Murim world still looked peaceful—but in the shadows, old powers may be awakening.

CHAPTER 31 - TIANYIN WORLD