Legend of the Divine Archer

The arena buzzed with excitement, spectators still reeling from the power they had just witnessed.

"A single arrow... Who said Huang doesn't have strong moves? I want to fight him!" someone shouted.

"Look at the state of the arena! If Nie Yang wasn't there to stop it, imagine the disaster that could've unfolded," another added, shaking their head.

"But isn't he a little too strong for a newbie?" a more cautious voice commented. Your next read is at m v|l-e'-NovelBin.net

"I don't think many veterans could stand against him," said a seasoned fighter in the crowd, eyes wide with awe.

"I'm excited to see him climb the tower," someone murmured as the conversations and rumors spread like wildfire.

Meanwhile, Yan Jin walked through the shadowy corridors of the arena, indifferent to the hushed voices around him. As he made his way toward the exit, a figure stood waiting in the dim light at a corner. Yan Jin didn't bother stopping, only muttering a warning as he passed, "If you're here to provoke me, this really isn't the day."

The figure stepped out of the shadows, revealing Zhang Chi, his face calm and composed. "Let's talk," Zhang Chi said simply.

Yan Jin halted briefly, glancing at him before replying, "I'm listening."

"Not here. Follow me," Zhang Chi replied, leading the way.

They walked through the busy streets, dodging the bustling crowds, before turning down an alley. The further they walked, the quieter it became. Finally, they reached a narrow, deserted street where Zhang Chi knocked on a stone wall three times.

A hidden door slid open.

They stepped into a dimly lit underground world—a marketplace bustling with activity. It was the Treasure Pavilion Division, a secretive hub where those in the know traded rare artifacts, contraband, and knowledge. The area had a maze-like quality, with vendors set up along narrow walkways, selling everything from ancient scrolls to mythical beast parts.

The scent of incense, mixed with the metallic tang of bloodline-enhancing potions, permeated the air. Enigmatic figures in hooded cloaks haggled over valuable relics while armed guards stood at the edges, maintaining order in this lawless space.

Zhang Chi led him into a quieter part of the market and entered a hidden restaurant. It was a classy establishment, furnished with dark wood and soft lantern light, contrasting sharply with the rough environment outside. He ordered a private room, and the two sat down.

"What do you want?" Yan Jin asked, leaning back with a calm but focused demeanor.

Zhang Chi smiled slightly, folding his hands on the table. "I heard what happened, with Nie Yang. I'm proposing an alliance to defeat the Golden Warriors."

Yan Jin's eyes narrowed. "I decline. I'm not interested in an alliance that sacrifices innocent lives."

Zhang Chi's smile didn't fade. "Let me tell you a story first."

He took a deep breath before continuing, his voice lowering as if recalling something dark. "Five years ago, the six major families of Pine Continent sent their new generation to climb the tower. The power of the archduchy was about to be reshuffled, and the young elites were tasked with establishing new leadership.

That was the birth of the 'Miracle Generation.' Imperial bloodlines and powerful inheritances appeared like wildfire. It was a fair competition at first, until he appeared."

Yan Jin raised an eyebrow. "He?"

"He Chen," Zhang Chi replied, his tone hardening. "He possesses the celestial void raven bloodline and an incorporeal body frame—an incredibly rare combination. He wasn't from any prominent family. He was a nobody. Yet he dominated the tower, crushing the so-called sons of heaven. His strength and potential threatened the balance of power."

Yan Jin remained quiet, intrigued but guarded.

"Because of this," Zhang Chi continued, "the six families formed coalitions to stop him. It was futile. So they turned to the one weakness they could exploit—his family. They slaughtered them, nearly wiping out his bloodline. If it weren't for the intervention of a certain... person, He Chen would have died too."

Zhang Chi paused, his eyes locking onto Yan Jin. "Now, he's confined to the tower. The families can't touch him here, but he can never leave. He's trapped. And so are we—the Miracle Generation. We are forced to stay in the tower to guard against him ever escaping."

Yan Jin's gaze sharpened. "And what do I have to do with this?"

"I sense potential in you," Zhang Chi said, leaning forward. "Maybe even greater than He Chen's. If you can kill Nie Yang, you'd not only rid yourself of the Golden Warriors, but you'd weaken the pact that binds us all here. He Chen could free himself, and the rest of us could be free of this endless torment."

"Coward! if you want to use my rage against Nie Yang to free yourself, go ahead! I was going to kill him weather you edge me on or not. If you want to expediate the process give me five hundred thousands babel point I will pay you back in six month."

" Do you have a plan?"

"I do, when I return there will be no Golden warrior left in the tower." He said releasing a terrifying aura in the room.

"Give me a few days to Gather the funds" Zhang Chi replied.

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When Yan Jin returned to his room, he was met with a hollow emptiness. The cage where Scara had been was gone, and the only trace left was the silent reminder of what had been taken from him. His chest tightened, and an intense wave of rage surged through him.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He began trashing the room, smashing everything in sight with a force that rattled the walls. Every broken piece echoed his own frustration. He had always been harsh on himself, striving for perfection and power, but now it felt worse—rage amplifying the feeling of helplessness. For the first time since his arrival in this world, he was overwhelmed by a panic attack.

His breath became shallow, his heart pounding like it would burst from his chest. He dropped to his knees, his mind racing with thoughts of failure.

Through the chaos of emotions, he couldn't help but laugh bitterly, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. "How ironic," he muttered. "Even with all this power, I still feel weak."

He sat there for hours, breathing deeply, trying to release the anger that kept tightening its grip on him. Gradually, he began to calm down, forcing himself to focus on the next steps. There was still a mission ahead, and time was precious.

For five days, Yan Jin remained in the room, meditating and preparing, waiting for the rage to subside and for his path to become clear again. Finally, Zhang Chi arrived, breaking the silence with the news he had been waiting for.

"The funds are ready," Zhang Chi announced.

Yan Jin rose to his feet, determined. "Good. Let's begin."