Wuxia: Por que não se tornar um rei?

Twilight descended, draping the hills and ridges under the moonlight in a veil of deep blue. A scholar in white stood alone against the wind, gazing upward at a white pigeon circling in the sky. As he slowly raised his arm, the bird tucked its wings and landed upon it. The scholar retrieved a note from the pigeon’s leg.

"The Red-Robed Goddess Sect has entered the border."

Having read the note, the scholar crushed the paper in his palm. Behind him, many men in plain robes emerged, silently following his gaze toward the distance.

The thunder of hooves and the flutter of crimson robes filled the mountain road as a continuous procession of women rode past, their momentum aggressive and ostentatious. Under the blue moonlight, the Goddess Sect disciples appeared like a tide of red, stirring up waves of dust and shattering the silence of the vast, rugged forest as they charged toward Mount Renyu.

The traveling column did not notice that, in the hidden shadows of the hills on both sides, a group of men kept watch every mile.

The scholar’s bright eyes, reflecting the starry sky, tracked the movement of the red-robed cavalry. He raised a hand, and the men behind him, understanding his signal, retreated silently into the darkness.

Once the rear of the red-robed column reached the far end, a cannon fired. A firework shot into the sky, exploding in a burst of brilliance that split the night and the Milky Way. From both sides of the mountain, a group of men dressed in brown, wielding double-headed axes, charged down with a roar.

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