Chương 484: Chapter 483: The Debt of 1,847 Losses

The stone beneath Elder Feng Tianyu's feet cracked like thunder, spider-webbing outward in perfect concentric circles. Dust rained from the ceiling of the ancient meditation chamber as his Martial Aura blazed to life, no longer the deep blue of Sect Mastery but the brilliant silver-white of Heaven-Breaking Realm. Sixty-three years old. Sixty-three years of cultivation, and finally, finally, he had reached the same realm as that insufferable monk.

Feng Tianyu opened his eyes slowly, feeling the new power coursing through his meridians. The crystallized energy around his heart had transformed completely during the breakthrough, becoming something beyond mere compressed Martial Qi. This was the realm where martial artists could literally break the laws of heaven and earth through sheer will and technique. The realm where Wu Shenlong had been sitting comfortably for the past fifteen years while Feng Tianyu struggled to catch up.

"Elder! Elder Feng!" The excited voices of his disciples echoed through the chamber doors.

"The formations are detecting a Heaven-Breaking breakthrough! Elder, is it true? Have you finally—""Get out," Feng Tianyu said quietly, his voice carrying enough pressure to make the heavy wooden doors rattle in their frames. Silence fell immediately. His disciples knew better than to press when he used that tone. He stood up from his meditation cushion, testing the new strength in his legs. Everything felt different now. Sharper. More real.

When he clenched his fist, the air around it distorted visibly, reality bending slightly under the influence of his enhanced Martial Aura. On the small wooden table beside his meditation spot sat a thin journal, its pages yellowed with age. Feng Tianyu picked it up and flipped to the most recent entry, written just three months ago after their last encounter:"Loss #1, 847: Sparring match at the Five Peaks Tournament. Wu Shenlong defeated me in seventeen moves using his Iron Mountain Palm.

I managed to force him to use both hands this time, which represents progress. Note: His defensive techniques have improved since our last meeting. His compassion-based cultivation seems to make his barriers more resilient to aggressive attacks." One thousand, eight hundred, and forty-seven losses. He had been keeping count since they were twelve years old, when Wu Shenlong had first beaten him in a children's sparring match at the regional youth tournament.

Every defeat carefully documented, analyzed, learned from. Most people would have given up after the first hundred losses. Or the first thousand. But Feng Tianyu was from the Unyielding Stone Sect, and their core teaching was simple: a stone does not yield, no matter how many times the river flows over it. He closed the journal and tucked it into his robes. Today, he would finally write a different kind of entry.

The meditation chamber door slid open, and Feng Tianyu stepped into the main corridor of the Unyielding Stone Sect. The building buzzed with excitement. News of a Heaven-Breaking breakthrough had clearly spread quickly.

"Elder Feng!" Sect Master Quan approached with a broad smile, his own Sect Mastery Realm aura radiating joy and congratulation.

"This is unprecedented! A Heaven-Breaking cultivators in our sect? The ancestors must be smiling down on us!" Behind him, a crowd of disciples and elders had gathered, all wearing expressions of awe and celebration. For a minor sect like theirs, having a Heaven-Breaking elder was the difference between being respected and being forgotten.

"Truly magnificent, Elder Feng," said Elder Chen, the sect's formation master.

"Your persistence has finally paid off. Sixty years of cultivation, and you've achieved what most only dream of!"

"The victory celebration will be legendary," added Inner Disciple Wang, bouncing with excitement.

"The entire province will want to congratulate you! Representatives from every major sect will come to pay their respects!"

"And the resources that will become available to us," Sect Master Quan continued, his eyes gleaming.

"Trade agreements, alliance offers, access to restricted cultivation grounds. Elder Feng, you've just elevated our entire sect's status!" But Feng Tianyu barely heard them. His mind was already elsewhere, calculating travel time to the Iron Body Temple. If he left within the hour, he could reach Wu Shenlong's territory by nightfall. Perfect timing for a challenge that had been sixty-three years in the making.

"Elder Feng?" Sect Master Quan's voice carried a note of concern.

"Are you listening? We need to discuss how to handle the political ramifications of—""Handle them yourselves," Feng Tianyu said, already walking toward the sect's main exit.

"I have somewhere to be."

"But Elder, this is important! The other sects will expect formal announcements, proper ceremonies. We can't just—" Feng Tianyu stopped walking and turned around. The corridor fell silent as his Heaven-Breaking aura pressed against everyone present. It wasn't aggressive, it was just a reminder of the vast gap in cultivation that now existed between them.

"I have spent sixty-three years reaching this moment," he said, his voice carrying the weight of decades.

"I have endured one thousand, eight hundred, and forty-seven defeats. I have been mocked as 'the eternal second' by cultivators who couldn't last one minute against either of us. And now, finally, I have the strength to face Wu Shenlong as an equal." He looked at each face in turn, seeing the gradual understanding dawn in their eyes. This narrative has been purloined without the author's approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

"So no, I will not be attending celebration dinners. I will not be meeting with political representatives. I will not be discussing trade agreements or alliance negotiations." His aura flared brighter.

"I will be settling a debt that has been accumulating interest for over fifty years." Without another word, he turned and strode through the main gates. The mountain air felt different against his skin now that he'd reached Heaven-Breaking Realm. Cleaner, somehow. More responsive to his presence. When he took his first step down the mountain path, the stone beneath his foot cracked slightly. He would need to be more careful during the journey.

Heaven-Breaking cultivators could accidentally cause significant environmental damage if they weren't paying attention to their power output. As he walked, his mind drifted back through decades of memories. Their first meeting had been at the Autumn Youth Festival when they were both twelve. Feng Tianyu had been the pride of his small village, undefeated in local competitions, convinced he was destined for martial greatness.

Then this quiet boy from a remote mountain temple had stepped into the ring and proceeded to defeat him so thoroughly that Feng Tianyu hadn't even realized the match was over until the referee announced Wu Shenlong as the winner.

"Good match," Wu Shenlong had said afterward, bowing respectfully.

"Your Stone Breaking Fist technique shows real promise. With more practice, you could become quite strong." The condescension had burned worse than the defeat.

'Could become quite strong?' He was already strong! He was the strongest twelve-year-old in three villages! But Wu Shenlong had been right, of course. As he always was. Their second encounter came two years later at the regional tournament. By then, Feng Tianyu had reached Inner Pulse Realm through dedicated training. He'd convinced himself that his previous loss was just bad luck, that this time would be different. Wu Shenlong had improved even more. The match lasted forty-three seconds.

"Your foundation has grown more solid," Wu Shenlong had observed after helping him to his feet.

"Keep working on your energy circulation during transitions. You're leaving small openings." More advice. More gentle correction from someone who treated martial arts like a friendly teaching exercise rather than a competition. The third loss had come at eighteen, when they were both Form Unification experts. The fourth at nineteen. The fifth at nineteen and two months.

On and on, month after month, year after year, each defeat carefully documented in his journal along with Wu Shenlong's inevitable post-match advice.

"Your Unyielding Stone techniques are becoming quite refined."

"I can see you've been working on your defensive transitions."

"Your killing intent has good focus, but perhaps consider how it affects your energy efficiency." Never mockery. Never cruelty. Just that maddening, gentle acknowledgment that Feng Tianyu was improving while remaining firmly in second place. The worst part was that Wu Shenlong's advice was always accurate. Every suggestion led to genuine improvement in Feng Tianyu's techniques. It would have been easier to dismiss if the monk had been wrong, or arrogant, or unkind.

Instead, he was helpful and encouraging and completely, utterly superior in every martial encounter they'd ever had. But that was about to change. The sun was setting by the time Feng Tianyu reached the valley that housed the Iron Body Temple. He paused at the ridge overlooking their territory, studying the familiar compound spread out below. Stone buildings arranged in careful harmony with the natural landscape. Training grounds where disciples practiced forms in precise, synchronized movements.

Gardens where medicinal herbs grew in neat, organized rows. Everything about the place radiated the same calm competence that Wu Shenlong brought to their fights. Feng Tianyu had visited here thousands of times over the decades. Sometimes for formal challenges. Sometimes for tournament events. Sometimes just to test himself against their training techniques. The Iron Body Temple had always welcomed him courteously, treating him as an honored guest rather than a persistent annoyance.

"Elder Feng," Wu Shenlong would bow each time.

"It's good to see you again. I trust your cultivation progresses well?" And then they would fight, and Feng Tianyu would lose, and Wu Shenlong would offer tea and conversation as if nothing had happened. But tonight would be different. Tonight, Feng Tianyu possessed the same Heaven-Breaking power that Wu Shenlong had held for fifteen years. Tonight, the eternal second could finally become first. He began walking down the mountain path toward the temple gates.

His Heaven-Breaking aura couldn't be contained completely; subtle pressure waves preceded him, making small stones roll away from his feet and causing nearby trees to sway despite the still air. The temple's outer disciples noticed his approach first. He saw them pointing and whispering, their faces showing the mix of excitement and nervousness that always accompanied the arrival of a Heaven-Breaking expert. A few ran ahead, no doubt to alert the elders about their visitor.

By the time Feng Tianyu reached the main courtyard, a reception committee had assembled. Familiar faces from decades of visits: Master Hong, the patient teacher who'd always treated him kindly despite his obsession with their sect leader. Elder Liu, the formation specialist who'd shared many interesting conversations about defensive techniques. Elder Pan, whose healing abilities had patched up both him and Wu Shenlong after particularly intense sparring sessions. But the one face he wanted to see was absent.

"Elder Feng," Master Hong stepped forward with a respectful bow.

"We're honored by your visit. Though I must say, your aura feels... different. Have you perhaps achieved a breakthrough?"

"Where is he?" Feng Tianyu asked bluntly, not interested in small talk.

"I'm afraid Grandmaster Wu is currently in deep meditation," Master Hong replied.

"He has been in seclusion for several weeks, attempting to break through to an even higher realm. Perhaps you could return another time?" Something in the old teacher's tone felt wrong. Too careful. Too rehearsed.

"Call him out," Feng Tianyu said, his aura beginning to leak more strongly.

"I know he can sense my presence. Wu Shenlong has never been one to avoid a challenge."

"Truly, Elder Feng, this is not a good time," Master Hong insisted.

"Perhaps if you returned next month—""ONE THOUSAND, EIGHT HUNDRED, AND FORTY-SEVEN TIMES!" Feng Tianyu's voice exploded across the temple grounds with the full force of his Heaven-Breaking cultivation. Birds burst from trees in every direction. Windows rattled in their frames. Disciples pressed their hands to their ears as the sound echoed off the mountains.

"One thousand, eight hundred, and forty-seven times he has defeated me! Fifty-one years of matches! Fifty-one years of coming in second! And now, finally, FINALLY, I have the power to face him as an equal!" His Martial Aura erupted outward like a silver bonfire, pressing against the temple's defensive formations. The ancient arrays sparked and flared as they struggled to contain the power of someone who had just transcended mortal limitations.

"Wu Shenlong!" Feng Tianyu's voice carried enough force to shake the mountain itself.

"I know you can hear me! I have reached Heaven-Breaking Realm! For the first time in our lives, we stand on equal ground! Face me! Give me the chance to finally, FINALLY claim victory number one!" The temple grounds fell into absolute silence. Every disciple, every elder, every servant stood frozen as the challenge echoed through the valley. Feng Tianyu waited, his heart hammering with anticipation and decades of pent-up determination. This was his moment. The culmination of a lifetime's worth of effort.

Time to find out if the eternal second could finally become first.