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Cast Out!

The instant Commander Zhang was sent flying, the entire courtyard seemed to freeze.

The soldiers’ weapons fell to the ground with a clang. Their pupils widened in sheer horror, and more than a few unconsciously stepped back. Ankles struck against the bamboo fence, producing faint rattling sounds, yet no one dared lower their heads to look.

Li Juntang’s longsword gave a sharp hum. He gripped the hilt with all his strength to keep it from slipping free, his fingertips scraping a red line across the cold scabbard.

The child’s punch had been so fast it was like a lingering afterimage. That plump little fist carried no trace of force in the air, yet when it landed on Commander Zhang’s chest, it was like a falling meteor. Li Juntang had seen with his own eyes the breastplate crumpling like paper, the brittle snap of breaking ribs mixing with the grinding scrape of bone piercing his ears.

“Commander Zhang…” One of his guards, trembling, tried to step forward to help, but froze after only two steps.

Curled beneath the fence, Commander Zhang’s throat kept gushing black blood. Each wheezing breath came with foam, and the caved-in chest writhed faintly, as though something were crawling beneath the skin.

Most terrifying were his eyes --- bulging as if ready to burst out, fixed unblinkingly on the child upon the swing, pupils frozen with fear even in death.

The child swung higher and higher, bare feet dangling, the hem of his short tunic lifting in the wind to reveal an arm like a segment of lotus root.

He cast a casual glance at the corpse on the ground. In his black eyes, the morning glories on the fence were reflected. Suddenly, he pointed to a half-wilted bud among them and said, “That one’s about to wither.”

The words were light as air, yet they struck like a heavy hammer upon every heart.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through Li Juntang’s back. His damp battle robe clung to his wounds, bringing sharp pain.

Only then did he realize the magnitude of his folly. On this island where immortals and demons could not be told apart, how could a child freely wandering in and out of a secluded bamboo courtyard be ordinary?

That punch, seemingly casual, contained the power to overturn seas. It was more fearsome even than the octopus demon they had faced before.

“Your servant was ignorant and disturbed the Immortal Child. I beg forgiveness.” Li Juntang dropped to one knee, his voice trembling uncontrollably. “We are but mere mortals, who stumbled into this fairyland. There was never a trace of disrespect intended.”

The soldiers behind him finally awoke from their daze, crashing to their knees in a wave. The clattering of armor striking together was unbearably harsh in the still courtyard.

Commander Zhang was one of the finest warriors in the army, yet he could not withstand even a single punch. Just what manner of being was this island’s child?

The swing creaked as it soared higher, the bamboo branches groaning softly.

The child seemed not to hear Li Juntang’s apology, or perhaps he simply disdained to answer. He only tilted his head toward the drifting clouds in the sky, humming again that tuneless song. Strange though the melody was, it carried a soothing charm, and many of those on the ground felt drowsy.

“Immortal Child…” Li Juntang clenched his teeth, lifting his head, about to speak again --- when the child suddenly raised his small hand and casually waved toward the courtyard gate.

In an instant, a gale roared out from the depths of the bamboo forest.

Countless leaves swirled within it, slashing faces like knives. Li Juntang felt a tremendous force crash into his chest, hurling him backward into his own men.

“Ahhh --- !” Screams echoed as though an invisible broom had swept them all away, flinging them out of the bamboo fence.

Some smashed against the golden-hued bamboo, blood spurting from their heads. Others tripped over vines and rolled down into the shrubs below.

Li Juntang landed at the very edge, his forehead striking a green stone. Darkness swallowed his vision.

Struggling to lift his head, he saw the bamboo gate creak shut. Inside, the swing still swayed gently, but the child’s figure had already vanished into the shadows of the grove, as though he had never been there.

The gale ended as suddenly as it had come, leaving only wreckage in its wake.

The soldiers staggered up, supporting one another, all covered in dirt and leaves.

Some clutched broken ribs, groaning; others glared at the closed gate with gritted teeth. But not a single one dared take even half a step forward. The oppressive force hidden within that gust of wind had been more dreadful than a charging army.

“Your Highness, this…” A guard, bleeding from his forehead, began to speak --- only to be silenced by Li Juntang’s glare.

Using his sword for support, Li Juntang pushed himself upright, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at the tranquil bamboo grove with a complex expression.

The child’s strength was unfathomable, clearly beyond their ability to contend with. Yet this only confirmed that the island concealed a true master.

That wisp of smoke, that simple swing, even the odd little song --- all seemed deliberately mundane, more like a test.

“Silence, all of you.” Li Juntang’s voice was low, eyes sweeping across his men. “From this day forth, we make camp outside this courtyard. Not one of you is to set a single foot closer.”

He paused, his gaze fixed on the curling thread of smoke rising from the bamboo forest, a stubborn glint flashing in his eyes.

“We wait!” - Ton



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Comments

Anonymous said…
Li Juntang never faced the Octopus Demon. I believe that was Margaret's crew. Li Juntang faced multiple whirlpools
Anonymous said…
Another day with a missing chapter
Anonymous said…
thanks for the update, Admin Ton
Anonymous said…
Normally, these things are just not suspense. It's torture. The chapters are short and yet we're still missing days. I started reading this novel in August 2023
Anonymous said…
I started around somewhere at the same time. It's a torture of missing an update on a daily basis and just read a simple expression of one person who is not Natasha Margaret or Dustin
Anonymous said…
Yeah, that's as far as I also remember. What is happening? Li Juntang never faced the octopus 🐙, so how come....?

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