Semua Bab The Heavenly Menace: My System Won't Stop Making Me a Legend: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Bao Fengtian takes one look at my face when I walk into the kitchen and sets down the bowl he's holding."What happened," he says. Not a question."Long story.""I have all night. Kitchen's closed." He pulls out two stools. "Sit. Talk. I'll feed you while you do it."I sit.He ladles out two bowls of something — late dinner leftovers, reheated, smelling like garlic and pork fat — and slides one across.I tell him everything. The third jade slab. The hidden door. The text with my name carved into the cover before I was born. The translation. The Architect's message, word for word, as close as I can remember it.He doesn't interrupt. He eats slowly, methodically, the way he does when he's actually processing something rather than just being hungry.When I finish, he sets his chopsticks down."He had no one," Bao Fengtian says. Same words I used to Elder Qian."That's the part that got me too.""Well." He picks his chopsticks back up. Stabs a piece of pork with more force than necessary.

Shen Haolong notices the exhaustion first.We're in the boundary ring for our weekly exchange, day sixty of my sect life, and he stops mid-combination to look at me properly."You're not sleeping," he says."I'm fine.""Your Wind-read reaction time is half a second slower than last week. You don't get half a second slower from being fine."I lower my guard. "Research is taking up my nights.""Elder Qian's research.""Yes."He studies me for a long moment. Doesn't ask what kind. He's smart enough to know there's a line, and disciplined enough not to cross it even when curious."You need sparring less and rest more," he says. "Today, anyway.""You issued a formal challenge.""I'm formally rescinding it." He says it without embarrassment, like adjusting a plan is simply efficient, not a concession. "Walk with me instead."We walk the boundary path between the inner and outer sect grounds. Evening light. Disciples filtering back toward the dining halls."I read something in Elder Qian's r

The Black Hollow Forest doesn't bother with subtlety anymore.The moment we cross the tree line, three things happen simultaneously: every bird in a hundred-meter radius goes silent, the light shifts to that wrong-colored filtered quality that means the forest is paying attention, and Bao Fengtian grabs the back of my robe."It knows we're here," he says."It's known we were here every time.""It feels more— intentional this time."He's right. The awareness that used to feel like background noise now feels like standing in front of someone who is looking directly at you."The ruin is fully active," I say. "The forest responds to it." I start walking. "Stay close.""Always," he says, and follows.---We hear the guardian from the forest path.Not movement sounds. The resonance — that low continuous hum of an ancient formation running at full capacity — is louder than our last visit. Loud enough to feel it through the ground under our feet.Bao Fengtian winces. "That's new.""The second

The investigator arrives on day eleven.Not an assassin. Not a bounty hunter. A merchant.That's the tell — too clean, too well-dressed, carrying goods that don't quite match his story about which trade route he came from. He sets up in the outer sect's visitor market, the small trading area just inside the main gate where approved vendors can operate during daylight hours.Bao Fengtian spots him first.He appears at my elbow during the morning meal with the specific energy of someone who has information and is enjoying having it slightly too much."Visitor market," he says quietly, sitting down. "New merchant. Arrived this morning. Silk goods, supposedly. But he spent the first two hours talking to disciples and not selling anything."I eat. "What was he asking?""About a white-haired outer disciple. Recent addition. Fractured root assessment." Bao Fengtian picks up his bowl. "He was very casual about it. Like he was just making conversation.""Smart approach.""He's not that smart.

Shen Haolong opens his chamber door at the tenth hour and looks at my face."Come in," he says, stepping back without waiting for explanation. His inner disciple chambers are spare — one desk buried in texts, one training rack, nothing decorative. He's the kind of person who considers unnecessary objects a waste of space.I sit. He stays standing, arms crossed, waiting."I have a timeline," I say. "Something's moving toward me and I need to be ready before it arrives. I thought you should know."He doesn't blink. "How long?""Maybe two weeks. Maybe less." I look at him directly. "The Crimson Phoenix Clan's bounty — someone outside the clan matched it. I don't know who yet. The System is tracking it."His jaw tightens slightly. Just slightly. "The investigator in the visitor market.""Already knew?""Liu Fengwei told me this afternoon." He pulls his chair out and sits, elbows on his knees. "He said you handled it directly. Talked to the man yourself.""Seemed efficient.""It was reckle