Chapter 11: Different Roads
The morning training ended as it always did.
With aching muscles.
Bruised pride.
And Master Liang reminding everyone that tomorrow would somehow be even worse.
Yun Che and Yun Ren left the Iron Pine Martial Clan together, walking through Mistforge's familiar streets.
For a while...
Neither brother spoke.
Then Yun Ren suddenly burst into laughter.
Yun Che didn't even look at him.
"...Go ahead."
"I've been waiting."
"You looked like a rabbit yesterday."
"I knew it."
"The tiger roars..."
"And you nearly became dinner."
Yun Che sighed.
"I was hoping everyone would forget."
"They won't."
"Wonderful."
"I certainly won't."
Yun Ren laughed so hard he had to wipe tears from his eyes.
"I've never seen you make that face before."
"It wasn't a face."
"It was."
"It was an expression of careful tactical reconsideration."
"It was pure terror."
"...Perhaps a little."
"A little?"
The older brother nearly doubled over again.
"You almost hugged the tiger before Echo."
"I absolutely did not."
"You almost did."
Yun Che rubbed his forehead.
"I liked you better five minutes ago."
"I didn't change."
"That's the problem."
After the laughter finally subsided, Yun Che looked thoughtfully at his brother.
"Can I ask something?"
"Go ahead."
"How close are you to Foundation Establishment?"
Yun Ren's smile softened.
"Very close."
"But..."
He shrugged.
"...also not close at all."
Yun Che blinked.
"That's not helpful."
"I know."
"It's also true."
They continued walking side by side.
"I've been at the Peak of the Mortal Realm for about six months now."
"So long?"
"Mhm."
"I can feel it."
"My Ki."
"My body."
"It's all... full."
"As though there's a wall."
He tapped his chest.
"I know the next step is there."
"I simply can't force it open."
Yun Che listened carefully.
He had reached the same stage only recently.
Hearing someone else's experience mattered.
"So..."
"What happens now?"
Yun Ren counted on his fingers.
"There are several possibilities."
"I could experience an extremely difficult life-and-death battle."
"The kind that pushes the body beyond its limits."
"Sometimes..."
"That final pressure becomes the last key."
Yun Che nodded slowly.
"And?"
"An expensive breakthrough elixir."
He laughed.
"We definitely can't afford one."
"So that's unlikely."
"True."
"The third option..."
Yun Ren stretched lazily.
"...is waiting."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
"I continue cultivating."
"I continue training."
"Eventually..."
"The breakthrough happens naturally."
Yun Che frowned.
"You're really willing to wait?"
"Why not?"
"It could take months."
"So?"
"Years."
"So?"
Yun Che looked genuinely confused.
"You're surprisingly relaxed about it."
Yun Ren smiled.
"Little brother."
"Not every race needs to be won by sprinting."
He looked toward the mountains beyond Mistforge.
"I know cultivation becomes slower with age."
"I know that."
"But people always forget the second half."
"That problem mostly starts much later."
"Near thirty."
"I'm seventeen."
He grinned.
"I have plenty of time."
Yun Che considered that.
In his previous life...
Everything had always felt urgent.
Exams.
University.
Career.
Promotions.
Time had always seemed to be slipping away.
Yun Ren...
Didn't appear burdened by any of that.
"You're... remarkably calm."
"I like my life."
"I enjoy forging."
"I enjoy hunting."
"I enjoy eating Mother's cooking."
"I'd like to become stronger."
"But..."
He shrugged again.
"I'm not competing with the world."
"I'm only competing with yesterday's version of myself."
Yun Che laughed quietly.
"When did you become wise?"
"I've always been wise."
"No."
"You've always been lazy."
"I prefer the word 'peaceful.'"
"I don't."
Yun Ren threw an arm around his younger brother's shoulders.
"You think too much."
"You prepare too much."
"You worry too much."
"Probably."
"You'll still become strong."
"So will I."
"We'll simply get there differently."
For a while, they walked in comfortable silence.
Yun Che glanced sideways at his brother.
He had always admired Yun Ren's spearsmanship.
Today...
He found himself admiring something else.
His patience.
The ability to accept that not every goal had to be reached immediately.
It was a lesson Yun Che suspected would be much harder to learn than any sword technique.
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The discussion between the two brothers continued all the way home.
Neither had managed to convince the other.
Yun Che still believed that every opportunity to grow stronger should be seized.
Yun Ren still believed that some mountains were climbed more easily by walking than running.
By the time they entered the house, the debate had simply followed them to the breakfast table.
Yun Mei placed another bowl of steaming stew before the brothers.
"What are you two arguing about this time?"
Yun Ren answered first.
"Little brother thinks I'm too relaxed."
"I think he's wasting time," Yun Che corrected.
"I think he's thinking too much," Yun Ren replied.
Yun Jian looked between them.
"...This should be interesting."
Yun Che wasn't arrogant enough to believe that memories from another world made him an expert.
He understood engineering better than most people in this world.
He understood basic science.
He had read novels, history books, comics, and stories about cultivation.
But stories...
Were not reality.
As for cultivation itself...
He was no different from everyone else.
A beginner.
So when he had questions...
The people he trusted most were sitting right in front of him.
His parents.
"Father."
"Hm?"
"Is Big Brother's way really enough?"
"What do you mean?"
"He says he'll simply wait."
Yun Che frowned slightly.
"Doesn't that make people stagnate?"
"Isn't that why so many cultivators remain trapped at lower realms?"
"I always thought..."
He searched for the right words.
"...that we should constantly strive to improve."
"Even if talent eventually runs out..."
"We can search for opportunities."
"Resources."
"Elixirs."
"Ancient inheritances."
"Cultivation is difficult."
"Most people aren't born into great clans."
"So shouldn't we push ourselves as much as possible while we're still young?"
The room became quiet.
Yun Jian and Yun Mei exchanged a glance.
His mother smiled.
"You're both right."
The brothers looked equally confused.
"...We are?"
She nodded.
"Yun Che."
"You take careful steps forward."
"You don't rush blindly."
"You calculate."
"You prepare."
"You improve."
"That's a good path."
She then looked toward Yun Ren.
"And you..."
"You understand patience."
"You don't force breakthroughs."
"You don't become anxious."
"You're still seventeen."
"You have time."
She laughed softly.
"Neither of you is making a mistake."
Yun Jian nodded.
"Cultivation isn't one road."
"There are many."
Their father set his bowl down.
"When I was your age..."
He looked at Yun Ren.
"...I wasn't even close to the Peak Mortal Realm."
Both brothers looked surprised.
"Really?"
"I reached Foundation Establishment in my twenties."
He shrugged.
"I wasn't a genius."
"Far from it."
"And after that..."
He smiled wryly.
"Foundation Establishment became even slower."
"I only reached the Third Stage by the time I turned thirty."
Yun Che silently calculated.
His father was only thirty-four.
Four years to advance from the First to the Third Stage.
It truly became much harder after every breakthrough.
Yun Mei nodded.
"My story was even worse."
"I didn't enter Foundation Establishment until my late twenties."
"And..."
She smiled helplessly.
"I've remained at the First Stage ever since."
Neither parent sounded bitter.
Only honest.
"The realms don't stop growing just because you become older," Yun Jian explained.
"You can continue advancing."
"Slowly."
"Patiently."
"Or..."
He looked toward Yun Che.
"You can seek opportunities."
"Dangerous ones."
"Lifelong battles."
"Ancient ruins."
"Rare treasures."
"Most powerful cultivators choose that path."
"We didn't."
Yun Che tilted his head.
"Because you wanted a peaceful life?"
"Exactly."
He hesitated before asking another question.
"Do battles really help that much?"
This time...
Neither parent answered immediately.
Then Yun Jian spoke.
"They help."
"A great deal."
Yun Mei nodded.
"When you're pushed to your limits..."
"When your body believes it might die..."
"It discovers strength you never knew existed."
"The potential hidden inside you begins to awaken."
Yun Jian unconsciously rubbed the side of his head.
His fingers brushed the place where his left ear should have been.
Yun Che had never asked before.
Now...
He finally understood.
"I wasn't always a blacksmith."
His father's voice became distant.
"When I was younger..."
"I wanted to become famous."
"I traveled."
"I hunted."
"I accepted dangerous commissions."
"I fought stronger opponents."
"I survived."
"Sometimes..."
"Only barely."
He laughed quietly.
"I earned these."
He pointed toward the long scars crossing his arms.
Then toward his missing ear.
"I lost that during a battle."
"A single mistake."
"A single moment."
"I nearly lost my head instead."
Silence settled over the table.
"After that..."
"I finally understood something."
"My limits."
"I wasn't talented enough to enter a great sect."
"I wasn't destined to become one of the great heroes."
"So..."
"I came home."
"I built a forge."
"I married your mother."
"And I kept training."
Yun Che frowned.
"If you knew your limits..."
"Why continue training?"
Yun Jian looked directly at both sons.
"Because talent can be inherited."
The answer surprised him.
"I wanted my children..."
"...to begin where I finished."
"Not where I began."
His rough hands rested on the table.
"That is how great clans are born."
"One generation sacrifices."
"The next surpasses them."
"Then those children surpass their parents."
"Again."
"And again."
"They build something that didn't exist before."
Yun Mei smiled warmly.
"We may never become famous."
"But perhaps you will."
"Or your children."
"Or your grandchildren."
"Someone has to lay the first stone."
Yun Che sat quietly.
The idea wasn't unfamiliar.
Earth had worked much the same way.
His own father had worked tirelessly so his children could have opportunities he never had.
Yun Che had grown up determined to go even further.
To build upon what his father had created.
It was...
The same dream.
Just expressed through cultivation instead of careers.
A small smile appeared on his face.
"This life..."
He murmured almost unconsciously.
"I'll do it differently."
His family looked at him.
"In my previous..."
He caught himself quickly.
"I mean..."
"In the future."
"I don't want to spend all my time working."
His mother laughed.
"A sensible goal."
"I'll become stronger."
"I'll travel."
"And..."
He coughed awkwardly.
"I'll probably get married."
Yun Ren immediately grinned.
"Oh?"
"Our little brother is thinking that far ahead?"
"I'm thinking practically."
Yun Mei hid another smile.
"What kind of girl?"
"I... haven't thought that far."
"You just said you had."
"I thought about marriage."
"Not the person."
His father chuckled.
"Fortunately..."
"You have time."
"Foundation Establishment cultivators commonly live two hundred years or more."
"No need to panic at thirteen."
Yun Ren nodded sagely.
"See?"
"You've got nearly two centuries."
"No rush."
Yun Che rolled his eyes.
"...Coming from the man who wants a mansion and a pegasus."
"Exactly."
"I have priorities."
The breakfast table erupted into warm laughter.
For the first time since facing the Snow Tiger...
Yun Che found himself laughing without any lingering fear in his heart.
The road ahead remained long.
The challenges had only just begun.
But for now...
He had something precious.
A family that believed the next generation should always rise higher than the last.
And he intended to prove them right.