The sect grounds trembled beneath the weight of approaching armies. Even from the mountain ridge, Rui could see the dust clouds kicked up by tens of thousands of marching disciples. Flags bearing different sect emblems swayed like a forest of sharpened blades, each symbol representing a faction that wanted the Evergreen Moon Sect erased from the map. The Sect War had officially begun.
Rui didn't flinch. Instead, he silently breathed in the chilled morning air. His cultivation resonated subtly, each inhale pulling threads of Qi into his meridians like a sleeping dragon stirring within him. But even with his increased power, the battlefield ahead promised only chaos and uncertainty.
Behind him, the Sect Master spoke gravely. "Rui… the entire sect is relying on you." His voice carried a mixture of trust, hope, and desperation. It was not a command—it was a plea.
Rui turned. The Sect Master looked older than usual, the lines on his face etched deeper as if years had passed overnight. Beside him stood Elder Lin, Elder Shaya, and dozens of veteran core disciples. All of them had injuries from the last confrontation, wounds not yet healed. The enemy forces were too many, too aggressive, too prepared.
The Evergreen Moon Sect had a single advantage: **Rui**, the anomaly who rose too quickly, learned too fast, and grew too powerful for anyone to logically comprehend.
But even Rui knew he wasn't invincible.
"I'll handle the front lines," Rui said calmly. "But you must hold the middle formation no matter what. If that collapses—"
"We all die," Elder Lin finished, his knuckles white around his sword hilt.
Rui nodded. "Exactly."
He stepped forward, his footsteps slow but unwavering. As he moved, disciples parted to make way, many of them touching their fists to their chests in silent respect. Women he had helped in the past—cultivators whose paths he had changed—stood among the soldiers, eyes filled with determination. Rui never asked for devotion or worship, yet his presence had ignited something fierce in them.
"Senior Brother Rui," a young female disciple called out, her voice trembling slightly. "Will… will we survive?"
Rui placed a hand on her shoulder. "If you believe we will, then we will. Fear only weakens you. Resolve strengthens your blade."
Her breathing steadied. She nodded vigorously.
Rui moved to the cliff edge and stared down at the sprawling armies waiting below. Their chants and marching created a thunderous pulse like a heartbeat of war.
His own heartbeat remained calm.
A thin smile spread across his lips.
"Time to begin."
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When Rui descended the mountain, he did not walk—he shot downward like a spear, crashing into the battlefield with such force the earth cratered beneath him. Dust burst outward in all directions, forcing nearby enemy disciples to shield their faces.
"What the—?!"
"Someone descended from the cliff!"
"No… look! That's him! Rui of the Evergreen Moon Sect!"
The enemy recognized him. Of course they did. Rumors spread fast—too fast. In the cultivator world, news of an outrageous genius who challenged established norms always traveled like wildfire.
But Rui had no time for rumors.
He moved.
His blade flickered out in a silver arc, quick as lightning. Three enemy disciples fell before they even realized he had drawn his sword. Rui shifted again, vanishing from his previous position and appearing behind a squad of archers mid-draw. A soft *click* sounded as he sheathed his blade.
A heartbeat later, all ten archers collapsed.
Shouts and panicked screams erupted. "He's too fast!" "Don't engage alone!" "Regroup—regroup!"
Rui wasn't just fast—he was unreadable. His movements blended brute force and subtle footwork, refined techniques combined with instinct, foundation-level skill amplified by his monstrous growth rate. He wasn't a genius; he was a monster wearing the skin of one.
A martial saint from the opposing sect pushed through the crowd, aura burning like a wildfire. "Rui!" the elder roared. "You dare insult this battlefield alone?! Your arrogance is your downfall!"
Rui's eyebrow lifted lazily. "If arrogance means standing instead of kneeling, then yes… I'm arrogant."
The elder surged forward, launching a palm strike strong enough to crush a boulder. Rui didn't dodge. Instead, he raised his arm, intercepting the palm with a reinforced Qi barrier. It cracked under the pressure but held long enough for Rui to counter.
He stepped forward—just one step.
But that single step carried enough momentum to shatter the elder's stance.
Rui's fist struck the man's gut like a hammer. The elder's body lifted from the ground and flew backward, crashing through three rows of soldiers before stopping in a heap, gasping for breath, blood dripping from his lips.
Silence fell over that section of the battlefield.
Rui didn't let them recover.
He raised his voice, letting it ring across the valley.
"Evergreen Moon Sect does **not** kneel!"
The disciples behind him roared back, their morale exploding like a wave. The enemy hesitated—just for a moment.
That moment was enough.
Rui charged.
He rotated his blade in a circular motion, unleashing a sweeping Qi slash that carved a long trench across the battlefield, sending enemy troops stumbling backward in terror. The sky crackled faintly as his Qi climbed again—higher, hotter, denser.
"He's still… rising?!"
"Impossible! He was already fighting at near-peak strength!"
"Did he break through mid-battle?!"
Even Rui didn't fully understand it. Every breath, every movement, every clash felt like fuel feeding the flames within him. His body, his meridians, his instincts—they were evolving, adapting, sharpening as if the battlefield itself was his training ground.
His sword glowed brighter.
His aura spread farther.
His killing intent condensed into something suffocating—yet strangely calm.
And then…
Something unexpected happened.
A distant explosion shook the sky, drawing Rui's gaze upward. A massive tear of light split the clouds, and through it descended a figure wrapped in golden robes and divine aura.
A Saint? No… something higher.
A Heavenly Commander from the Imperial Domain.
The battlefield froze.
Even the wind seemed to stop.
The figure's voice boomed like thunder. "The Evergreen Moon Sect has violated celestial decree. This war shall end—with extermination."
The enemy's morale soared. Rui's disciples stiffened in fear.
Rui, however, stepped forward and raised his sword, pointing it directly at the celestial invader.
His voice was steady and cold.
"You came all this way… just to die?"
The battlefield erupted in collective shock.
The Heavenly Commander's eyes narrowed. "You dare—"
Rui cut him off. "If heaven wants war… I'll cut down heaven too."
His blade rose.
His Qi flared.
The Sect War had just changed.
It was no longer sect vs. sect.
It was sect vs. the heavens.
And Rui intended to win.