The hairs on my back stood up like needles as soon as I heard the shrill voice. Sister stood in front of me, crouching warily as if ready to pounce and her ice sword gleaming white-bluish in her hand.
I weaved my fingers, making the hand seals to summon the Shiyan Blade to me. The air screamed with a sharp whistle and my sword appeared overhead, lowering itself gently into my grasp. The crisp, disembodied voice of the intruder came again from deep inside the alleyway, "Heh heh heh... You really are the Spirit of the Shiyan Blade! Remarkable!" "Who are you?" I growled into the darkness but Sister interjected brusquely, "Strike first, questions later! Show no patience for fiends like him!" Her fingers, forming the Seal of the Sword, moved and she directed her ice sword to charge at the enemy like a lunging spear.
Suddenly, there was raspy ringing in the air like a chorale of chimes despite the lack of a breeze. Like the bells commonly worn on a person's bra
Aisin Gioro, the ruling clan that once occupied the throne of the Qing Empire. Contrary to the beliefs of many, the name Aisin Gioro was hardly a family name or a surname, but rather the name of the clan itself. Similar in nature to Clan Xuanyuan and Clan Shennong which descended from Huang Di of the Center and Yan Di of the South respectively. The sinicized surname Jin was adopted later following the fall of the Qing Empire, which could also mean that this eccentric stranger, Jin Qichen was a progeny that hailed from the line of emperors of the Qing Empire. Jin Qichen looked positively proud when the name "Aisin Gioro" was mentioned. So proud that he looked as if he was going to burst. "The Dragon-slaying Blade became missing after the fall of Manchukuo. Since then, my clan and that of the shamans have retreated into hiding until now." I rubbed my chin and asked a pondering question, "Your name is Qichen, you say? So you must be cousins with the famous c
I stared, bewildered and awestruck at the beam shooting right at me from Na San's staff! Then I felt a jolt; Big Sister shoved me aside and the ray of light shot between us harmlessly. Lurching sideways, a thought flashed across my mind: since when do shamans use laser technology?! But Na San, the boorish brute that he was, was already readjusting the direction of his staff to send another death ray my way! The beam blazed a trench no more than three fingers wide as it charged at me like a red spear and the cobblestones sizzled with protest with a long fuming and blackened streak as the beam headed straight at me. But I was already one with the Shiyan Blade; a state of harmony and union that allowed the Shiyan Blade to accord me unbelievable speed and superhuman strength. I leaped up, reaching as high as almost ten yards, cleanly jumping out of the trajectory of the laser beam. This is my chance to retaliate! I raised the Shiyan Blade before
I squirmed on my bed, feeling the throbs of cramps and soreness all around me. After a heartbeat of thinking, I replied, "Well, I guess we can only bring him back with us to Wu Zhong. We'll bring him to Father and let him decide." Big Sister nodded her assent. That was the only viable option we could take. The next morning, I heard a series of loud rappings on our door. The tour guide was knocking to find out if we intend to join his troupe back. Remembering that we still have a captive, I whispered through the narrow slit I opened at the door, "We'll find our own way back. I'd best not get you into trouble since my Big Sister has no papers with her and we can't well take a train. Moreover, I intend to stay for another couple of days here for fun." The door was barely shut for minutes when someone came knocking again. I opened it and put on a drowsy look to find Qin Le standing outside. She also wanted to know if we would be joining the tourists on our wa
I sank into the sofa in the sitting area of our Center and read Zhang Zhigui's letter. To my amazement, it was written in calligraphy brushstrokes, although "beautiful" was the last word I would use to describe his penmanship. Dear brother, I write today to inform you about a mishap which has befallen me and I could find no other way to resolve it other than to request your aid. I humbly beg for your assistance and I shall be awaiting your arrival at the residence of Clan Zhang of Yishui. I shall be at your disposal to provide any more details. The letter went on with more redundancies about the times we had spent together, illustrating his excitement and pleasure of having meeting us, even though we have only met twice. My hand lowered as I finished and I noticed Lin Feng and Chongxi staring at me with the very same look on their faces. "What shall we do now?" Edelweiss voiced out the very question that everyone was meaning to ask. I looked at everyone a
"But why!?" Everyone blurted as one. I snickered. "Zhang Zhigui is hardly the smartest person we know. Someone else must have goaded him or induced him to lie to us." "Huh?!" Lin Feng scratched his head. "What's going on?! Who's lying to whom actually?! I'm getting confused!" Zheng Shuang slapped his thigh in dawning comprehension. "I see! So that's what's going on!" That made every head turned to him. "You understand what's going on?" A voice asked and he nodded. "Yes. After listening to Shiyan's deduction. Zhang Zhigui is indeed in trouble, and that is why Shiyan insists that we should go to his aid! Zhang Zhigui is trying to lure you to Yishui. For what and why, I cannot say. But I don't think it's for anything pleasant. But he is doing this only due to coercion or persuasion by someone else. Someone whom he trusts very much. Someone close to him. That makes it very dangerous for him. An unknown person with insidious intents whispering into his ears, poisoning his t
In truth, we did not bang headfirst into each other. The stranger was very much shorter than I was. But the person was in a hurry, so we bumped into each other. A weak Argh! And a pair of arms came simultaneously as the stranger tried to push me away. In the midst of the confusion, I mumbled a quick "Ah, I'm sorry." But my hands instinctively shot up when I saw the pair of arms, grabbing firmly on the wrists. The many life-and-death experiences of battle had given me quick reflexes. But as soon as my fingers enclosed around the wrist, the tingling sensation of chill streaked up my arms. The skin of the stranger was so cold that there was barely any bodily warmth from the person! A ghastly cold so unnerving and harrowing that I would never have thought possible! I looked down at the stranger who raised her head and saw it was a young woman with long hair that stretched down her shoulders. She was hardly gorgeous or ravishing by my standards, but she would
"I know," Father replied, sounding puzzled, "But doesn't that mean that he told you everything?" I stared at him, a question mark hanging in my mind. How does that mean he told me everything? As if he had read my mind, Father chuckled. "He actually sent you back into the past by using astral projection—drawing out your Spirit Core and magically sending you back. And you were shown anything that you wished to see. Is this not better than simply telling you verbally?" That left me in a frown. Still, that hardly seemed like telling me everything. There were a good many things I had witnessed during my journey through time that I could not even understand until now. Observing that I was still very much perplexed, Father said again, "I know what you'd seen in your journey through Time and I can tell you this: every answer that you seek is in there. All of it. It all depends on whether you can understand what you saw." I scoffed, smiling bleakly. Now why am I n
Our eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets when we saw the things disappearing right before us! Slowly, all of us turned our gaze at Big Sister, imploring her tacitly for an answer. Big Sister chuckled, pleased with herself. Her fox's ears twitched as we watched her and she pointed at her earring which shook and twinkled once like a little star. Out of nowhere, Lin Feng's whip appeared in her hand! Big Sister chortled again proudly. "You are not the only one whom Father had left an heirloom; this earring Father gave me is also a magical item too!" Being all too familiar with fantasy novels about magic, sorcery, and the attainment of immortality, I confirmed, "That's an earring with storage abilities?" "Well, I guess you can call it that," Big Sister tilted her head in wonder before she finally nodded. "I've not heard anyone calling it this way before though. This was something Father kept with him. It opens a small magical dimensional space where we