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15. Fainting Slave

Author: Khoirul N.
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-14 08:52:38

“What happened?”

“I heard some guards say they found a corpse near the fort construction.”

“Really? Whose body?”

“I’m not sure. But it seems to be a guard.”

This morning the prisoners of Quzhou Palace were thrown into a hush by word of a guard found slaughtered in gruesome circumstances. Though there were no blade cuts to mark the body, it was obvious the man had been murdered. The question hung in the air: who could have done it?

From how the killer had snapped the guard’s bones, it was clear the perpetrator was a formidable martial artist. More troubling still: the dead man was not a common sentry but a senior guard who commanded several others.

“Silence!” a guard shouted, smashing iron against iron until the clamor split the enclosed prison yard. The prisoners immediately fell quiet, lest their tongues be silenced forever.

Before them Chen Long stood tall, glaring like a beast. His brows knitted and his jaw jutted, making him look harsher than usual. “Today, Cao Yunding was found m
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  • Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword    15. Fainting Slave

    “What happened?”“I heard some guards say they found a corpse near the fort construction.”“Really? Whose body?”“I’m not sure. But it seems to be a guard.”This morning the prisoners of Quzhou Palace were thrown into a hush by word of a guard found slaughtered in gruesome circumstances. Though there were no blade cuts to mark the body, it was obvious the man had been murdered. The question hung in the air: who could have done it?From how the killer had snapped the guard’s bones, it was clear the perpetrator was a formidable martial artist. More troubling still: the dead man was not a common sentry but a senior guard who commanded several others.“Silence!” a guard shouted, smashing iron against iron until the clamor split the enclosed prison yard. The prisoners immediately fell quiet, lest their tongues be silenced forever.Before them Chen Long stood tall, glaring like a beast. His brows knitted and his jaw jutted, making him look harsher than usual. “Today, Cao Yunding was found m

  • Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword    14. The Twisted Head

    “Go back to sleep. I will step out for a while.”“Step out? It’s still too early. Where are you going?”The guard ignored his comrade’s question and left without uttering another word. When the prison bell tolled, he realized one of his keys was missing. After ensuring all the slaves had been herded back into their cells, the guard hurried to search for it.“It must have fallen when those fools stirred up trouble. Hah… all because that filthy man clung to me so tightly!” he grumbled while making his way toward the place where he suspected the key had dropped.Indeed, the lone guard pacing down the underground corridor was none other than Cao Yunding. He and three other guards were assigned to open and lock the dungeon cells, each carrying two identical keys. After the slaves had finished their labor, he discovered only one key still hanging from his belt.With long, hurried strides, Cao Yunding passed through the main prison gate. Suddenly, he halted. He turned his head back, then gla

  • Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword    13. A Proposal for Xiu Zhangjian

    “Move aside! Don’t help him! Let him get up on his own!” a guard barked under the blazing sun. Several nearby slaves paused in their work before the warning from another sentry drove them back to it.The female guard who had been shoved by a colleague when she tried to assist a fallen slave frowned. Unafraid, she called out, “Cao Yunding, can’t you see? He’s old and his leg is injured.”Cao Yunding was the same guard who had kicked a member of the White Tiger Sect while they were being led toward the palace. He had also been the first to strike the slaves when no one answered Chen Long’s questions in the prison yard.“Shut up! Don’t you know who he is? He’s Feng Yin, elder of the White Tiger Sect. He refused Emperor Huang’s kindness. Now let him rise by his pride!”The woman clenched her fist at Cao Yunding’s cruelty, then walked away, glancing back now and then to see whether the old man, his leg bleeding from a crushing stone, had managed to stand.“Get up! Weakling!” Cao Yunding je

  • Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword    12. New Status: SLAVE!

    Night had stretched deep. Some guards around the pavilion nodded off, eyelids heavy and reluctant to open. One wakeful sentry leaned in and whispered, “Wake up before His Majesty orders another soldier to make sure you never rise again.”“Hm… you’re exaggerating,” the sleepy man mumbled, then shut his eyes once more.“Damnation! Truly damned!” A harsh curse from within the pavilion was followed by the sharp crack of something striking wood. The sleepy guards jolted awake as if death itself had appeared before them. The guard who had warned earlier clenched his mouth to keep from laughing, after all, he wanted to live.The source of the outburst wasn’t the guards’ fatigue. On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted.He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!'Indeed, th

  • Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword    11. The Underground Prison

    The Quzhou royal prison was divided into two main sections: the aboveground and the subterranean. Conditions above ground were markedly better than those below. There, prisoners were treated, if one could call it that, with a sliver of humanity.The underground, by contrast, held those condemned for the gravest offenses: murder, treason, and the like. For that reason the members of the White Tiger Sect had been thrown into the depths.The dungeon stank of stale air and darkness; a handful of torches fought the gloom like dying fireflies. Each cell was a cramped coffin of stone, crammed with at least five bodies. Food was dispensed only twice a day, and even then it was meager. One bowl of porridge was often alloted for an entire cell, set outside the bars so the inmates had to spoon it through iron like animals at a trough.“Eat up! Tomorrow you’ll start working! Don’t drop dead on the job!” the head jailer barked as his men shoved rations in front of the cell. Not a single prisoner s

  • Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword    10. The Heir's Entrance

    Commander Tong Mu smiled with grim satisfaction as the White Tiger Sect’s members fell into submission. He bound Feng Yin’s hands himself while his soldiers did the same to every fallen opponent.“Emperor Huang is right, toppling your sect was no great feat. I only had to break you and the rest would obey my word. But… isn’t this too easy? You are far too weak to be an elder of a sect famed for its archers.”*A short while earlierTong Mu had paid his respects to Huang Fu, then hurried back to the palace after his visit to the White Tiger Sect’s headquarters ended in disappointment.“Well?” Huang Fu had asked.“As expected, Your Majesty, Feng Yin refused.”Huang Fu set his teacup down with pressure; the clink sounded sharp. Tong Mu swallowed hard as he watched the Emperor clutch the cup until it cracked.“Marshal hundreds of soldiers for the attack! Bring three firestones with you! You only need to get in and subdue Feng Yin, then the sect will be yours. If they will not be allies, ma

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