Lu Wei lifted her gaze, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "So… what's the reason behind your determination to help this boy?" Her voice was calm, but the weight behind her words revealed how seriously she wanted the truth.
This realm—the Legacy Site—was a place no ordinary cultivator could enter. It had been constructed generations ago, bound by spiritual seals and bloodline keys. Only those who possessed the legacy ring, passed through Lu Wei's bloodline to her daughter and now to her granddaughter, Lu Ying, could access it.
And yet… he was here.
A boy with no known family lineage connected to hers. A boy with no spiritual roots, no elemental affinity, no accelerated learning speed, and no refined meridians. By all sect standards, he was a lost cause—a failed talent, fated to stay at the bottom.
Yet he had walked into a place he had no right entering.
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Lu Wei had scanned him with her spiritual sense the moment he arrived. The results were underwhelming, even disappointing. There was no hidden bloodline, no constitution, no elemental foundation—nothing.
> And yet… the impossible happened.
She had witnessed his body, shattered and wounded, begin to heal on its own using Law energy. It was a feat reserved for high-level cultivators—those who had comprehended and internalized the natural laws of the universe. This boy, with no cultivation roots, was doing it subconsciously.
Then came the source orb—an ancient artifact meant to help cultivators grasp martial arts more easily. He had used it to learn the Heavenly Destruction Sword Art, a technique so profound that even Lu Wei herself had failed to fully comprehend it in her prime.
> But the boy? He had done it.
No spiritual roots. No special body. Yet, as he moved through the foundational stances of the sword art, he executed them with fluidity and grace—as if his very soul had once been a sword. Each strike evolved, sharpened, and grew deadlier.
She had stood in silent awe, watching him move like a blade that had long awaited its time to be unsheathed.
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Then came the moment that changed everything for Lu Wei.
Her granddaughter's ice constitution had flared out of control. Lu Wei had prepared to intervene, fearing Lu Ying's body might collapse under its own power.
> But the boy stepped forward.
With no hesitation, he unleashed red-golden flames—a fire that didn't belong to any known spiritual or elemental classification. It wasn't spiritual fire… it was something purer, more ancient.
> And it subdued the True Ice.
That fire not only calmed Lu Ying's volatile energy, but resonated with it—bringing harmony between flame and frost, an elemental impossibility. Lu Wei was shocked. No fire user should be able to synchronize with True Ice.
But he did.
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In the second test, Lu Wei had made a choice. She amplified the ice golem's power, doubling its strength—intending to see if the boy had simply been lucky earlier.
But luck had nothing to do with what she witnessed.
He adapted.
Each clash between his sword qi and the golem's ice-covered fists showed growth. He learned mid-battle. His movements sharpened. His footwork refined. His sword strikes no longer just cut—they countered.
> In the end, he defeated a foe double his strength.
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Now, back in the quiet of the legacy cave, as she processed it all, Lu Wei turned to Li Yong with furrowed brows. "This boy i
s the reason you're alive?" she repeated his words, confusion blooming in her eyes.