The kitchen of the small house was bright and spotless, filled with eco-friendly, pollution-free appliances—almost untouched.
Cultivation is important, but breakfast is even more important.
My Inspiration hasn’t fully crystallized yet, but I can’t neglect myself—especially my diet." Andrew Han squinted, watching the steaming buns and sweet pastries inside the oven.
Since September, he’d been busy… searching for the final location, teaching Finch Huang martial arts, and making sure the girl didn’t run into General-class Demons or Specters.
It would be a tragedy for a Peerless Paragon or a Legend to fall halfway.
For example, his generation’s other Peerless Paragon, Jason Jiang, actually had a Martial Lord secretly escorting him at all times—to prevent an unripe prodigy from dying young.
Our Green Mountain Sect may have few people, but each is exceptional.
Besides, I arranged for Finch to live nearby," Andrew Han mused. "Even if danger arises, my Inspiration won’t miss it… And since her true Legend identity isn’t exposed, there shouldn’t be any real threat.
Within the range of his Inspiration, nothing escaped him—every detail revealed itself.
Except for frail ordinary people, no martial artist, Demon, or Specter could truly hide. Andrew’s Inspiration, already on the verge of full sublimation, far surpassed any other Inspiration in history.
It was a miracle unprecedented in all history.
Even Law-Realm Spiritual Thought, in some ways, could not match Andrew Han’s Inspiration.
At this moment, the kitchen was quiet; birdsong and the fragrance of flowers surrounded the small house, sunlight pouring into the kitchen as Andrew kept watching the oven.
"And now, Lucy has finally started kindergarten too."
Normal children start kindergarten at three. If not for Master Miles’s worries, rebuilding a kindergarten and even training elite preschool teachers, it wouldn’t have taken so long.
As for how he trained them, Andrew didn’t even want to imagine.
A madman’s logic is always unpredictable; not being able to guess is normal… Knowing Miles Ning, there was probably some martial intimidation involved.
Whatever the case.
Starting kindergarten was still worth celebrating. After that would come primary school, then middle school, and Lucy would slowly grow into a young lady… As Andrew thought about it, a smile crept onto his lips, and the conviction hidden in his heart grew ever firmer.
He was determined to eradicate Demons and Specters.
In the very beginning, he simply drifted with the current; the true reason he began killing Demons and Specters was the hatred carried over from his past life’s memories.
As time passed, through missions and Defense Formation service, he began to reflect, realizing from the bottom of his heart that Demons and Specters were irreconcilable enemies of all humanity, and that resistance was necessary to the very end.
Until now.
These peaceful, beautiful days—this quiet, ordinary life—Andrew would never allow them to be destroyed. He was determined to rise like the morning sun and ensure a clear sky for the world.
"Now I finally understand."
"Why so many martial practitioners have willingly sacrificed themselves." Andrew Han sighed quietly, sliding his left palm into the high-temperature oven to test the heat of the buns, gentle force rippling as he checked the doneness.
The soup inside the buns was nearly boiling, and the skin was thin and the filling tender; they were sure to be delicious.
Hmm.
He glanced at the sweet pastries… Andrew was still feeling around inside the oven when a sleepy girl’s head appeared at the kitchen door. She wore light-colored pajamas, her fair skin faintly visible, rubbing her eyes, a hint of drool at the corner of her lips (?﹃?).
"It smells so good."
Monica Zhang murmured softly, her gaze falling on Andrew’s left hand inside the oven and the dark-red interior, unconsciously sticking out her tongue.
She’d seen Andrew’s overwhelming strength before—experienced it firsthand, in fact—so she was used to such sights.
Still.
Monica couldn’t help but scold, "Aren’t you afraid of burning your hand? And did you even wash up after getting up?"
"Of course I washed up." Andrew grinned, closing the oven and shaking his left hand, then walked over to Monica, gently pinching her delicate cheek. "I was just about to call you—what got you up so early?"
Monica replied obediently, "I was hungry. I smelled something delicious."
"That’s true. You’ve been so tired lately—you really need to eat more nutritious food." Andrew nodded in agreement.
???
Monica froze, half scolding, half shy, unable to help glaring at Andrew, who was always so persistent.
"Alright, go freshen up. It’s time for breakfast." Andrew cradled Monica’s delicate face and kissed her two, three, four, five times. She stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around his neck, and finally skipped happily off to the bathroom.
"Such a little lazy pig."
Andrew watched her skipping away, shaking his head with a smile. His mood was especially bright—perhaps this was the life he’d always pursued, the life he fought so hard for.
Just then—
His phone, left on the kitchen counter, buzzed twice. Andrew picked it up and saw a WeChat message from his master, Miles Ning.
"Disciple, if you have time, return to the sect; it’s time to entrust the position of Sect Master of Green Mountain Sect to you."
Along with the message was a standard smile emoji.
For some reason, seeing that perfectly ordinary smiley, Andrew didn’t sense any killing intent, nor did he find it amusing. Instead, he seemed to glimpse Miles Ning’s loneliness and pain.
Perhaps.
Words could never fully describe the subtle complexity of Miles Ning. But one thing was undeniable: without Miles Ning, there would be no Andrew Han as he was today.
"Huh?"
"Wait!" Andrew’s pupils contracted sharply as he looked east. He suddenly had a guess about the final location needed to complete the crystallization of his Inspiration.
…
…
East of Yunhai City, the blue sea.
Buzz, buzz.
Andrew rode a helicopter, crossing the harbor and flying toward a solitary island fifty kilometers away—the very location of Green Mountain Sect.
Whoosh, whoosh.
High winds whipped through the sky, the sea air damp and heavy. Andrew even felt that if he struck the empty air with his bare hands, he could probably summon a small storm.
"The air is so humid."
"If I unleashed Raging Downpour out here, the power would be even greater," Andrew mused, his clear eyes reflecting a thoughtful light.
He said nothing.
The helicopter pilot didn’t dare speak either.
"Tsk, tsk."
"I’ll have quite the story to tell when I get back—Andrew Han himself rode in my helicopter!" The pilot was a Peak Martial Artist, his face flushed with excitement.
Peerless Paragon, contemporary prodigy—none of these titles were enough to describe Andrew Han’s strength.
First in the ranking of titles, he fought bloody battles beneath the open sky, famously slaughtering Peak Great Demons and Peak Great Specters—his feats had caused a sensation in the martial world.
But since early August, Andrew Han had stopped making high-profile appearances, living almost as a recluse.
As the excitement faded, Andrew Han of China seemed to become a legendary figure—like a dragon glimpsed only in passing, shrouded in mist.
After a while—
The pilot landed the helicopter, removed his headset, and turned to bow respectfully. "Sir Andrew Han, we’ve arrived at Green Mountain Island."
"Thank you."
Andrew smiled faintly, opened the cabin door, and stepped out, heading toward the depths of the island.
The midday sun at the end of September was neither scorching nor harsh; with the gentle sea breeze, the air felt cool and refreshing.
Waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, sending up spray.
Occasionally, two or three seabirds circled overhead.
"Green Mountain Sect."
Andrew gazed into the depths of the island, his eyes deep and contemplative.
This was the East China Sea, and this island belonged to the Green Mountain Sect. His Inspiration had already sensed Miles Ning.
He moved forward.
And kept moving forward.
When Andrew Han reached the main gate of Green Mountain Sect and gazed at the pale stone gate, about twenty meters tall and square in structure, he couldn’t help but stop in his tracks.
Majestic, solid—Green Mountain Sect.
Remembrance, reflection—our Green Mountain Sect.
"I should have realized it sooner."
"Twenty-two years ago, Green Mountain Sect forged Master Miles Ning; twenty-two years later, Master Miles Ning forged my sudden emergence, making my brilliance in this life possible." Andrew stared in a daze.
His gaze fell on the stone gate with its broken lintel.
Then, slowly, he shifted his gaze to Miles Ning, who stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a world-weary smile. Time and space seemed to freeze, to pause, to solidify.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Inside his mind, his sky-pillar Inspiration underwent unimaginable sublimation, suddenly lighting up and radiating in all directions, spinning as if it could move all things.
Spinning and whirling—every part of it crystallized into diamond.
His ethereal Inspiration condensed to the utmost limit.
Unknowable, invisible, incomprehensible, indescribable… Andrew’s vast Inspiration was drawn into the very center of heaven and earth, forming a diamond of Inspiration—shapeless, formless, without volume or mass.
"What is this?"
Carefully sensing his Inspiration, Andrew seemed to be inside his own mind, observing the diamond up close.
Every second, it spun in all directions.
So mysterious, as if it contained the entire universe and starry sky.
"What?"
Andrew was shocked—he couldn’t even comprehend the diamond’s rotation. It spun left and right, up and down, inside and out, chaotic and beyond human understanding.
"No, that’s not right."
"This isn’t just Inspiration—it’s a fusion of Inspiration and the gray-white currents." Andrew began to understand, seeing the diamond of Inspiration swirling with boundless light, containing unfathomable mysteries and powers that made his heart tremble.