Bai Chen in the Market
Bai Chen walked lazily through the crowded market, the smell of fried buns and spirit wine mixing with dust. His snow-white hair caught stares, but he ignored them.
Then Bam. He ran into someone.
A woman in a dark robe hit his chest. Her hood slipped a little—he saw her lips shaking, her eyes full of fear.
Before he could speak, she pulled away and ran down the alley.
A moment later, a bunch of armed men stormed past, chasing after her.
Bai Chen rubbed his chin.
"Tsk. Old plot. Damsel in distress. Normally this is where the hero saves her… but me?" He sighed. "I'm weak right now. Can't even trust my own luck. Nope, not my problem."
He muttered to his system, "Open the gift shop."
A glowing screen flickered in front of him, unseen by mortals. Rows of boxes, drawers, and shelves stretched endlessly. He tapped one at randomly .
Ding!
[Foundation Establishment Pill] acquired.
[Three-Edge Sword – Golden Core grade] acquired.
"Good. Finally, something useful,Bai Chen chuckled, sliding the sword into his ring.
His stomach growled.. "But before destiny, noodles."
He pushed open the door of a tiny restaurant.
Ordered a hot bowl.
Slurped it down, broth dripping off his chin. "Ahhh… mortal food. Better than spirit pills."
After eating, he was wiped out.
Leaning on the table, arms crossed, he dozed off. In night.
The door soundly open. Shadows slipped inside—faces masked, blades gleaming. Five assassins, silent as ghosts.
One moved first, dagger aimed at Bai Chen's throat.
But—there was no body. The chair was empty.
"Wh—" Before the assassin finished, a wet slash split the air. His comrades dropped one by one, throats torn open by invisible arcs of sword qi. Blood spattered on the wooden floor.
The last assassin froze.
Bai Chen was behind him, his new three-edged sword pressed to the man's chest.
Cold eyes. No smile. No warmth.
"Big brother…" Bai Chen's voice was calm, quiet like falling snow. "…so you've finally sent real killers after me."
The blade went into the assassin's heart.
Blood bubbled at his lips. He fell.
Bai Chen stepped over the bodies without looking.
Sheathed his sword. Face blank, no expression.
He walked into the night like nothing happened.
The market lanterns flickered behind him.
His shadow stretched long, heavy like a storm.
Bai Chen came home. He hugged his son. As his son's hands held his, he suddenly heard a spirit voice coming from his son. It was his strongest Lord system, speaking, giving information about a spirit immortal. It was a surprise.
Bai Chen looked at his son and said, "Get ready. We will leave this clan soon."
His son asked, "Where are we going?"
Bai Chen shook his head. I don't know yet now . We'll see that in the future.
(Bai chen is speaking as no thought and plans till now)
Bai Chen felt a hum inside his mind. Not loud, not scary but just steady, like the world itself was waking him. His system opened a new file.
// SPIRIT ENTITY ANALYSIS COMPLETE //
// NAME: Xuan Jianhai //
// TITLE: The Boundless Sea of Blades //
The text appeared in front of him, plain and sharp. No visions, no drama. Just facts.
Name: Xuan Jianhai
Realm: Peak Spirit Immortal (Human Vessel; Weak Now)
Dao: The Unending Blade
History: Used to be First Blade of Immortal Council
Status: Betrayed. Sealed.
Notable Feats:
Stopped a demon invasion alone with sword qi like a sea of blades.
Made talismans that trapped seven demon lords.
Fought the Demonic Emperor for three days, letting others seal him.
A faint voice came with the info. Bitter, angry:
"I was their perfect weapon. But a weapon with its own mind is dangerous. They feared me more than any demon."
Bai Chen felt… something. Not exactly fear. Interest. This was big. The balance of the world itself was wrong here.
The system added more details:
// SEALED WITH GOLDEN RUNES. LINKED TO DEMONIC EMPEROR'S PRISON. //
// POWER IS DRAINED TO KEEP SEAL. BOTH WILL FALL EVENTUALLY. //
// POSSIBILITY: YOU, BAI CHEN, CAN LEARN PART OF HIS DAO THROUGH THIS VESSEL. //
// WARNING: ENTITY IS ANGRY. SEAL HAS DEMONIC ENERGY. BE CAREFUL. //
Bai Chen smiled faintly. Even as a mortal, he could see the logic. The council didn't just trap a hero—they used him to hold the worst enemy. That's cold. But smart.
The system pulsed once. A thin thread of energy appeared, connecting Bai Chen to the ring on his finger. A spark of potential. A story that could change.
His journey just got bigger. Not heavier. Just more dangerous. And more interesting.
The Elders' Hall reeked of incense and arrogance. Bai Chen pushed the great doors open, his steps steady, his aura suppressed.
At the far end sat his brother.
The thief who stole his position.
The one wearing the clan head's robes like they belonged to him.
Around him, elders lounged,at all full of confidence.
(Note : the original Bai Chen memories are what is shown through Liang chen perspective)
"You dare return here?" one spat.
some old arrogant elder response.
They thought he was still in Qi Refinement. A weakling. A discarded heir.
Bai Chen did not answer. He walked forward.
An elder lunged first, spear flashing. Bai Chen's golden core stirred—three edges spinning faintly, golden light in his veins. His hand snapped out of sudden, seizing the spear. Wood broken like paper. His other hand slammed into the elder's chest.
Bones cracked. Blood sprayed. The old man flew back due to the pressure of the attack, body folding in halfway through, eyes wide and dead before he hit the floor in seconds
Silence of tention erupted.
Another elder activated a talisman. Flames roared across the hall—until Bai Chen stepped through them unharmed. His palm struck forward. The elder's ribcage exploded inward injured his organs , his body dead collapsing like a broken doll in a fall haevy.
The others panicked.
Qi Refinement cultivators rushed in a wave. Bai Chen's sword flashed once. Heads flew. Eyes popped. Blood fountained. His blade moved with cold precision—necks opened, throats torn, organs exposed.
Screams filled the hall.
Foundation Established elders tried to surround him. Bai Chen's golden core edges spun, energy flaring, a shield and a weapon all at once. His fist shattered one elder's skull heavy like clay art. His foot stomped another into the ground, spine snapping like chips broke while eating through a bite , blood painting the tiles in a art of red colour design.
One begged for mercy. Bai Chen's blade cut him in half at the waist.
One tried to flee. Bai Chen's hand shot out—grabbed his hair—and slammed his head into the marble floor until only pulp remained.
The hall turned into a slaughter house. Elders screamed loudly, elders cursed as some losers of gambling , elders died with no sentence of words to speak. Arms torn. Guts ripped. Hearts pierced. Each movement from Bai Chen was precise and merciless.
When the last elder gurgled his final breath as warrior jokes on, the hall was silently quit. Blood pooled across the floors. Organs glistened under torchlight so brutal murder.
Bai Chen stood alone, breathing steady. The three-edge golden core pulsed faintly around him, shimmering like a storm held inside his flesh.
At the head of the hall, his brother had not moved. He sat frozen, mask of calm cracking into disbelief.
Bai Chen lifted his gaze to him. "Now," he whispered. "It's your turn."
The silence of the slaughter lingered through his vines. Blood still dripped from Bai Chen's blade like biscuits when in the tea , echoing like a drumbeat a sound should be heard. His brother finally rose high, his own aura swelling—Golden Core first layer.
"You've killed our elders," his brother said, trying to sound commanding though fear stained his voice. "But you will not kill me. I am the clan head!"
Bai Chen's smile was cold. "Not for long."
Their cores flared. The hall trembled under the pressure.
His brother struck first. A sword of pure Qi slashed through the air, tearing apart a row of shattered corpses. Bai Chen met it head-on. His three edges spun faster, forming a golden shield that shattered the strike like glass.
He countered—fist glowing, crashing forward. His brother blocked, but the impact cracked his bones and sent him stumbling back, blood dripping from his lips.
"You're… Foundation Established… no, you're more—"
"Stronger than you," Bai Chen said, stepping closer.
The duel became a storm. Swords clashed. Qi roared. The marble floor cracked beneath each strike. His brother fought hard, golden core light slicing the air, but Bai Chen's movements were sharper, faster, heavier.
A kick crushed his brother's ribs. A palm strike broke his arm. The golden core edges tore through every defense, biting into flesh, cutting deep.
Still, his brother screamed Loudly, swinging wildly like a blind man not seeing anything and jut attacking , desperate not to lose. His aura flared up , shaking the walls of the hall not to mention . But Bai Chen's blade pierced through it, severing tendons, cutting flesh.
Finally, Bai Chen swept his brother's legs, sending him crashing down. He pinned him by the throat, golden energy chains wrapping around him.
His brother writhed, eyes wide. "Kill me then! Do it!"
Bai Chen leaned close, smiling faintly.
"Die? No…" he whispered. "Death would be a gift to you. I don't need you anymore, brother—so I'll strip away everything that makes you human. Sight first—"
His thumbs pressed into his brother's eyes. Crunch. The scream that followed shook the hall, raw and shrill.
"Ah… such music," Bai Chen said coldly. "Now blind, death might seem peaceful… but not yet."
A slice of energy cut his brother's voice, silencing him. His mouth moved in rage, but no sound came.
"Quiet already? No matter—I can still hear the hatred in your teeth. Let's break those too."
Teeth shattered under his hand. Blood streamed down from his mouth. His brother shook violently, helpless, broken.
Bai Chen laughed, the sound echoing across the hall, mingling with the stench of blood and death. "This is balance. This is justice. This… is my peace!"
(Note : Bai Chen the original owner will of revenge was shown through Liang chen that is why he mindless slaughter happened)
At last, he let go. His brother slumped, mutilated, ruined, but alive. A husk. A reminder.
The hall was silent. Bodies of elders lay scattered, their eyes wide in death. The proud clan was reduced to ruin.
Bai Chen swayed on his feet. His vision dimmed. His body trembled. He had given too much. The golden core edges slowed, fading into silence.
Bai Chen gave one last look at the carnage.
Then he collapsed onto the bloody floor.
Bodies and broken men all around him.
Unconscious.
The hall was silent, except for the faint drip of blood pooling at his side.