“Yuanlin Township is blessed with a fine spring. One must prioritize health, for navigating through these lands is no trivial matter. Only those with exceptional talent and strength can thrive here,” the elder, speaking from his own experience, said kindly yet firmly. His words carried a tone of warmth and encouragement, as if passing down a precious legacy.
Chen Guo listened attentively, carefully interpreting the deeper meaning behind the elder’s remarks. Everything here—from the flowing rivers to the ancient groves—seemed imbued with a profound sense of vitality.
The topic soon shifted to the Da Changkao, a rigorous examination of both spirit and body that Jingzhi himself had once deemed a crucial rite of passage. Yet for many, including those like him, it was a trial to be endured rather than celebrated.
Because of this, the elder had never boasted of his own achievements or made a show of his knowledge. Instead, he spoke quietly, sharing only what was necessary to inspire the younger generation. The Da Changkao was more than just a test—it was a crucible forging one’s deepest convictions and talents, and nothing short of genuine could withstand its pressure.
With a serious expression, Jingzhi said, “My personal affairs are complicated, but let us set them aside. Tonight, we must focus on the flood relief efforts and the safety of the people in Yuanlin Township.”
“Very well,” the young nobleman agreed promptly.
Afterward, the two elders reviewed the situation in detail, evaluating every possible risk and strategy. They were thorough, discussing every aspect from supply lines to troop movements, and though no new breakthroughs emerged, the information was invaluable.
Upon hearing this, the assembled members of the council were visibly surprised, for they knew the reputation of Chen Guo’s family. The Chen clan had long been respected as stalwart defenders of the people, their deeds recorded in countless annals.
One elder scoffed lightly, “Despite the lack of official endorsements, it’s clear that those few who have passed the Da Changkao have attained true skill. The efforts of those from the Chen clan should not be underestimated.”
“Indeed,” Jingzhi murmured thoughtfully, “though some may see the Da Changkao as merely tradition, it remains a vital instrument in preserving order and discipline.”
Yuanlin Township lies to the north of Renzuo Yi River, positioned near the border of Xianwei Zhong and nestled amidst fertile farmlands to the south. Its hills have stood unchanged for thousands of years, flanked by the sweeping Hui River and the vast, unclaimed plains stretching for ten miles.
Such an isolated environment naturally fostered a close-knit, insular community.
Unlike the renowned sects of Cai Yunzhou and Dingmen Gengli, there are no formal religious orders here. Instead, the area is overseen by military regiments known as the Lie Deng, composed of both cultivators and ordinary soldiers. Their forces are disciplined and battle-hardened, with several units led by outstanding commanders such as Wu Pangxiang and Zheng Bi of Cai Yunzhou.
For millennia, these regiments have stood as the backbone of Yuanlin Township’s defense, guarding the frontier against marauding demon hordes and ensuring the stability of the region.
However, not all possess the will to defend the realm selflessly. Many powerful individuals choose to distance themselves, forming independent militias that sometimes conflict with the official regiments. These groups often harbor their own ambitions, complicating the already fragile balance of power.
Among these military bodies, the Rong Yi Division is known for its unwavering loyalty to the eternal state of Yongguo Jingzhou.
Many of its members have served for decades, their experience and dedication earning them high regard. The division is famed for both its disciplined ranks and the steadfastness of its leaders, who have maintained order even in the most trying times.
This blend of military prowess and personal sacrifice defines the spirit of Yuanlin Township’s guardians.
“Elder Shenlin,” one official began cautiously, “the upcoming Da Changkao is scheduled to take place soon in the border town of Tiren.”
Shenlin replied calmly, “The regulations are strict, and these tests are not easy to pass. Typically, the number of participants gathered at one time should not exceed ten; otherwise, it becomes unmanageable.”
The Da Changkao itself is a stern affair, leaving no room for complacency. The supervising deities watch closely over the proceedings, ensuring fairness and rigor.
“We already have testimony from two judges,” another voice chimed in. “Based on their accounts, we expect the candidates in this year’s Da Changkao to represent the highest caliber yet. Their intelligence and fortitude will be tested beyond anything seen before.”
“No deviation from the ancient rules will be tolerated,” the elder emphasized. “Though the method of selection evolves, the core principles remain intact. Those who pass are destined for greatness.”
A young officer named Yi Song then slammed his fist on the table, commanding attention with a single sharp shout. His confidence stirred the room, while the atmosphere grew tense with anticipation.
Shenlin nodded approvingly and said, “We must prepare carefully. The priority lies with the elders overseeing the event. There remains a possibility of unforeseen challenges.”
Wu, standing nearby, nodded in agreement and asked respectfully, “Elder, has the council already devised a comprehensive strategy?”
“Indeed,” Shenlin answered, “the Da Changkao will proceed under the watchful eyes of the Moonshadow Sect. The candidate lists have been finalized, and all preparations are in place. We shall proceed cautiously but decisively.”
“How should we assist during the event?” Yi Song inquired earnestly.
“Support staff should maintain order and provide aid where necessary,” Shenlin replied. “But above all, they must ensure the integrity of the process remains uncompromised.”
The history of these exams is filled with both triumphs and tragedies. Countless hopefuls have poured their heart and soul into the endeavor, though only a select few have emerged victorious.
“The true measure of success,” an elder mused, “is not the outcome alone, but the spirit and character forged through the trial.”
Yi Song’s expression hardened as he added, “This time, the stakes are higher than ever. We must be prepared for all eventualities.”
Meanwhile, the younger generation discussed quietly among themselves, their faces alight with hope and determination.
Yet for Jingzhi, the current turmoil was a stark reminder of his own past struggles. His reputation had been tarnished by a controversial figure known only as the Voidwalker, a renegade cultivator who had infiltrated their ranks.
The Voidwalker’s methods were unconventional, often probing the very limits of their beliefs and skills. Few understood the true nature of this individual, but many feared what he might bring.
Such a formidable presence demanded vigilance. Jingzhi knew that only by confronting the shadows within and without could Yuanlin Township hope to endure.
Despite the weight of these challenges, Jingzhi remained resolute. He understood that his fate, and that of his comrades, was intertwined with the success of the Da Changkao and the future of their homeland.
The coming days would test not just their talents, but the very bonds that held them together.