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Ascension of the Silent Guardian

In the Nine Stars Realm, where power and cultivation reign supreme, Tian Ling is a young man of modest talent who has struggled his entire life to gain acceptance in the world of cultivators. Against all odds, he is finally accepted into the Serene Mist Sect, a small but respected sect known for its dedication to inner peace and harmony with nature. Just as Tian Ling prepares to embark on his journey as a cultivator, an unexpected event changes everything—he is linked to the mysterious Guardian System. This powerful system grants Tian Ling rare and invaluable resources, including a high-grade spiritual root and a unique cultivation technique. But with these gifts comes a heavy responsibility. As he begins to explore the depths of his newfound power, Tian Ling realizes that the system has plans for him far beyond the peaceful confines of his sect. He is destined to protect key figures in the world of cultivation, and his strength will be tested as he faces dangers he never imagined. Tian Ling's journey from a mediocre cultivator to a formidable guardian begins now. With the Guardian System by his side, he must navigate a world where the strong thrive and the weak are trampled, all while uncovering the true potential of the silent force within him.

Junior_PKS · Fantaisie
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Chapter 72 - The Story of Zhurge, the Great Sorcerer (Part 3)

Thus, the years went by. My desire for vengeance against Garden still burned in my chest, just as strong as on that first day. I had reached the fifth circle of mana and devoted myself tirelessly to the refinement of my magic. Yet, even with all my training, I knew that in a battle against him, I would likely still lose. Garden possessed not only a vaster mana reserve but also far more combat experience. Even with my reputation as a genius of magic, I was well aware that he could have grown stronger over the years, just as I had. And for me, it wasn't enough to simply defeat him — my desire was to make him suffer, to inflict a pain worse than death, something that would mirror the suffering he had caused me.