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Night fell, enveloping the world in silence, with only the night wind howling through the mountains and forests, as if weeping and lamenting.
Xuan Yang stood quietly at the edge of a cliff on the back mountain of the Sect, his figure appearing somewhat solitary under the moonlight.
The night wind surged like a wild tide, causing his robes to flutter, as if it sought to pull him into the endless darkness.
Yet, he remained as steady as a mountain, unmoving.
Behind him, three Shadow Clones stood like loyal guardians. Each figure was indistinguishable from him, even their breaths difficult to discern.
This was the result of his arduous training over the past few days—the Thousand Shadow Illusion. Although this technique had not yet reached perfection, it was sufficient to make a remarkable impression at the Sect competition.
Xuan Yang lowered his gaze to the pitch-black jade slip of the Shadow Dance Technique in his hand, gently stroking it with his fingertips, feeling the profound power contained within.
"What do those shadows truly want?" he murmured softly, his voice carried away by the night wind, as if only he could hear it.
Suddenly, the shadow beneath his feet trembled slightly, as if drawn by some unseen force, uncontrollably stretching towards the edge of the cliff!
"Hmm?!" Xuan Yang's heart jolted in alarm. He immediately attempted to retract the three Shadow Clones; however, in that instant—
"Swish!" A dark figure shot up from below the cliff like a wraith, moving with lightning speed. Its fingers curled into claws, aiming directly for his throat!
Xuan Yang's form flickered as he evaded the attack like a ghost.
However, his opponent's assault followed closely behind him like a relentless shadow.
He felt a sharp sting as the opponent's fingertips grazed his shoulder like lightning, instantly drawing forth a spray of crimson droplets that splattered into the air.
"You're quite quick to react," the newcomer chuckled softly, his voice low and chilling, as if it came from the depths of the underworld, sending shivers down one's spine.
Xuan Yang focused intently and saw that the figure still wore a Bronze Single Eye mask, completely concealing his face except for a single eye that glimmered with a cold light.
However, unlike before, the aura emanating from him was now several times stronger than it had been!
"It’s you again!" Xuan Yang shouted angrily, a flash of rage crossing his eyes.
He could hardly believe that this mysterious figure in black robes had come to find him once more.
Before he could finish speaking, three Black Shadows suddenly appeared around Xuan Yang's body, swiftly coalescing like phantoms.
These three Shadow Clones were identical to Xuan Yang himself, forming a triangular formation that tightly encircled the figure in black robes, creating an impenetrable barrier.
"There's no need to be so tense, little one," the figure in black said nonchalantly as he raised his hand. In his palm slowly emerged a pitch-black token.
The token was entirely black, engraved with a fearsome spider that looked so lifelike it seemed ready to crawl off the token at any moment.
"Shadow Token?" Xuan Yang's pupils constricted sharply; he was clearly familiar with this token.
The Shadow Token was the highest insignia of the Shadow Organization. Whoever possessed it held supreme power within the organization.
"That's right, it's the Shadow Token," the figure in black said with a slight smirk, revealing a mocking smile. "My master wishes to meet you."
"Meet me?" Xuan Yang scoffed. "I have no ties with your Shadow Organization. What’s there to discuss?"
"Oh? Is that so?" The figure in black seemed to have anticipated Xuan Yang's reaction. He spoke slowly and deliberately. "My master knows some things about your true origins."
"Origins?" A jolt ran through Xuan Yang's heart. He had always been seen as a useless youth until his unexpected awakening, labeled as a Puppet Master. While he knew a bit about his background, he certainly wasn't completely ignorant. Now it seemed that this person from the Shadow Organization might know some secrets about his origins?
"I have no interest," Xuan Yang replied coldly, suppressing the shock within him.
At the same time, his three Shadow Clones stepped forward, their blades glinting with a chilling light, exuding a palpable aura of killing intent.
"Hah, do you really think the Puppet Sect cares about you?" The man in black sneered, his face twisted in disdain. "They trained you just to use you!"
As he spoke, a dazzling golden light suddenly streaked across the night sky like lightning, hurtling straight toward the man's back.
"Thud!" A dull sound echoed as the man let out a muffled grunt, his body jolting as if struck hard.
However, to everyone's surprise, he did not fall like an ordinary person. Instead, he transformed into a thick cloud of black mist that quickly dissipated into the air.
Yet that golden light pursued the mist relentlessly, penetrating it and shredding it to pieces in an instant!
"How dare you, insignificant wretch, act recklessly in my Puppet Sect!" A commanding voice boomed.
Xuan Yang quickly turned around to see the Master of the Puppet Sect standing majestically in mid-air, his sleeves fluttering as if dancing.
The Master’s Dual Eyes shimmered with golden light, resembling two radiant suns that emitted an unsettling brilliance, as if a deity had descended.
—The Master had finally made his move!
"Thank you for saving me, Master," Xuan Yang said hastily, cupping his fists in gratitude.
Yet deep within him, he remained wary of this Master.
The Master slowly descended from the air, his gaze penetrating like a deep pool, seemingly able to see through every thought in Xuan Yang's mind.
"The Shadow Clan has set their sights on you," the Master's voice was low and serious, carrying an undeniable authority.
Xuan Yang felt a tightness in his chest. After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively said, "They seem to... know more secrets about my background."
Master fell silent for a moment before suddenly waving his hand. In an instant, the surroundings transformed, and the two found themselves in an ancient Bronze hall.
"This place is..." Xuan Yang exclaimed in shock as he looked around. In the center of the hall stood a massive Puppet Statue, its features indistinct but emanating an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"Puppet Sect Forbidden Ground - Qianji Hall—'Qian Ji Dian'," Master said, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, his tone somber. "Xuan Yang, do you know why you were able to easily cultivate the Puppet Heart?"
Xuan Yang shook his head.
"Because... you are the reincarnation of the Puppet Master."
—What?!
Xuan Yang felt as if he had been struck by lightning, countless fragmented images flashing through his mind: a dilapidated temple, a blood-stained Bronze Mask, the deep-set eyes of the Old Village Chief...
"What about Qu Si Yang?" He suddenly recalled the girl born on the same day as him. "Who is she?"
Master's gaze grew complicated. "She is your 'shadow.'"
"What do you mean?"
"The Puppet Master and Light and Dark are twins," Master explained slowly. "You are 'Light,' while she... is 'Dark.'"
Xuan Yang's heart trembled violently, but before he could ask further, the entire hall suddenly shook violently, and the runes on the surrounding walls began to extinguish one by one!
"This is bad!" Master's expression changed drastically. "Someone has broken the seal!"
In the next moment, the dome of the hall exploded with a deafening roar, and a shadow descended from above, laughter echoing all around—
“Ha ha ha! The secrets of the Puppet Sect, hidden for so many years, are finally about to be revealed today!”
As the smoke cleared, a man clad in a blood-red robe stood suspended in mid-air, his face obscured by a broken Bronze Mask. The half of his face that was visible bore a striking resemblance to Xuan Yang.
“Who are you…?!” Xuan Yang gasped, his breath catching in his throat.
“Nice to meet you for the first time, brother,” the man grinned, a mad glint flashing in his eyes. “I am your brother—Xuan Yin.”
Twinborn Battle
“Xuan Yin? Impossible!” Xuan Yang shouted fiercely. “I have no brothers!”
“Ha! The Puppet Sect has kept this from you for so long; they’ve truly succeeded,” Xuan Yin sneered. He waved his hand, and countless shadows surged from the ground, transforming into menacing Puppet Master beasts that surrounded the entire hall.
The Master’s expression darkened as golden light flickered from his sleeves. A Bronze Ancient Sword materialized out of thin air. “Xuan Yin, you fell into darkness back then; do you dare return today?”
“Return?” Xuan Yin laughed maniacally. “I’m here to reclaim what belongs to me!”
He suddenly pointed at Xuan Yang, his voice booming—
“His shadow is mine!”
The battle erupted!
The Shadow Puppets controlled by Xuan Yin surged forth like a tide, each one cloaked in corrosive black mist. Wherever they passed, even the Bronze floor was eroded into pits.
Xuan Yang gritted his teeth and activated the Shadow Clone Technique to counterattack, but as soon as he made contact, his shadow began to dissolve like snow meeting fire!
“It’s useless, brother,” Xuan Yin sneered. “Your shadow technique was something I stripped away and gave to you back then!”
Peeling away?!
Xuan Yang's mind was shaken to its core, and in that instant, Xuan Yin had broken through the Master's blockade, her fingers like hooks, plunging straight into his heart!
"Thud!"
Blood splattered—
But it was not Xuan Yang who was injured.
A slender figure stood in front of him, and Xuan Yin's hand pierced through her shoulder.
Qu Si Yang!
"You...?!" Xuan Yin's pupils constricted as if she had seen something terrifying, and she jerked her hand back in shock.
Qu Si Yang's face was pale, but at that moment, her shadow twisted violently, ultimately transforming into a three-headed, six-armed demonic figure that roared toward the heavens!
The entire Qian Ji Dian trembled in response!
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