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Born a slave. Marked by fate. Abandoned by the heavens.
Until death triggered his awakening.

Lin Sheng was never meant to rise. But when he unlocks the legendary Heavenly Internal Body, he gains the power to bend fate, distort time, and carve his own path through cultivation’s cruel world.

From the lowest realm, he begins a slow, brutal climb—facing corrupt sects, divine beasts, and immortal killers who fear what he might become. With forbidden techniques, heaven-level treasures, and a Phoenix that burns karma itself, Lin Sheng challenges a reality built to break him.

Beside him stands Mu Yanyu, a noble warrior of ice and soul, whose love is as enduring as the heavens he aims to defy.

He will not bow.
He will not break.
He will rise—beyond time, beyond fate, to claim the power the heavens denied him.

The immortal Land

Chapter 15 – Cloudleaf Sect's Whispering Gates

The rising sun stained the eastern sky with crimson and pearl. Mist hung like gauze across the winding path that led up to the Cloudleaf Sect's outer valley, where white jade stones floated midair in a gentle spiral, forming the famed Steps of Temperance.

Lin Sheng stood before the first step, scroll in hand, heart steady.

He was now Early Soul Root, and though his cultivation realm was still modest compared to many Outer Disciples, his foundation was terrifyingly deep. His spiritual root pulsed quietly, thick with rebirth flame and ancient resonance.

Cloudleaf would not yet understand what walked through their gates today.

The Cloudleaf Sect was one of the Nine Harmonious Sects in the Mortal Realm's Western Prefecture. Known for nurturing internal enlightenment and rare soul-based arts, its cultivation path followed the Way of the Quiet Bloom — where strength emerged slowly but irreversibly.

Their sect cultivation halls were:

Hall of Rooted Mind – for soul stabilizers and early foundation refinement

Hall of Lotus Echo – where divine sense was expanded through mental trials

Hall of Mist Blades – the sword training hall, known for phantom-strike techniques

Inner Sanctuary of Blooming Silence – reserved only for Core Disciples and Elders

The sect's guardian was a dormant Spirit Leaf Saint Tree, which bloomed only once every hundred years.

At the gate stood a senior disciple in silver-edged robes, arms folded.

His name was Xu Fan, Mid Mystic Pulse, and ranked 33rd among the Outer Disciples.

He eyed Lin Sheng with mild amusement.

> "Another one from the lower mountains," Xu Fan said, flicking his fan. "Scroll or not, your realm's low. Let me guess—Early Soul Root, but barely?"

Xu Fan raised an eyebrow at the lack of reaction. Most would grovel, explain, beg.

But Lin Sheng simply stepped forward and bowed lightly.

> "Lin Sheng. Entering Outer Sect by Elder Ji Heng's scroll."

Xu Fan narrowed his eyes but stepped aside.

> "Fine. Go to the Hall of Rooted Mind. The quiet ones usually break first."

The first training ground was an octagonal platform carved into the mountain itself. Stone benches lined the sides, and dozens of disciples sat meditating or trading insights. A silver-robed girl in her late teens stood at the center, radiating calm energy.

Her name: Yan Rouran, Late Soul Root, ranked 9th among the Outer Disciples.

He didn't wear rich robes. His sword was plain. His aura unreadable. But his spiritual presence pressed subtly against the edges of her perception.

> "New disciple," she said. "Come. Sit beside me. Tell me what Root you've awakened."

> "Soul Root… Flame variant. But it doesn't burn outward."

> "Inward flame?" she asked curiously. "You refine yourself more than the world?"

She didn't press. But others watched.

Whispers began around the platform:

"That's the one from the Mountain Kingdom…"

"Didn't he slay a Shadow Leopard alone?"

"He came with Elder Ji Heng's scroll. Might be from a hidden lineage."

That night, in the Hall of Records, a quiet voice murmured behind a jade curtain.

> "Track Lin Sheng's movements. Anyone who rises without known backing is either lucky… or dangerous."

The speaker? Elder Mo Wuyan, known for handling internal sect order.

And somewhere deeper within the inner sect, a silent transmission reached the ears of another:

> "The Heavenly Internal Body may have entered Cloudleaf. Watch the blooming flame."