Under Ling Yue’s unwavering care and the meticulous attention of San Gu, Gene’s injuries healed remarkably quickly. Within a few days, he could barely manage to walk on his own, though each step still sent sharp reminders of his ordeal coursing through his body.
That morning, after San Gu helped him wash and dress, Tian Tongzi’s voice came from outside. The Alliance Leader, Ji Lianyu, wished to see him in the grand Zhenhun Hall.
Gene politely declined San Gu’s support, insisting on walking on his own. As he stepped outside, he noticed Tian Tongzi watching him. The contempt that had previously lingered in his gaze was gone, replaced by a quiet curiosity and a subtle, almost imperceptible hint of sympathy.
The road to Zhenhun Hall was long. Gene struggled, his breathing shallow, each step a challenge. Tian Tongzi slowed his pace to match Gene’s, even taking the opportunity to point out the layout of the Zhenhun Alliance’s grounds.
Gene listened in silence, though his mind was sharp as ever. He understood the subtle shift in attitude. There were only two possible reasons: first, he had not taken advantage of the situation to propose to Ling Yue, proving his intentions were genuine; second, he had obtained the legendary Sanmei True Fire, a cultivation technique no one else could master, marking him as an outcast worthy of cautious sympathy.
Finally, they arrived at the grand, solemn Zhenhun Hall. Inside, high-ranking cultivators filled the chamber, their gazes sweeping over the young boy standing in tattered clothing, pale and worn from his injuries.
At the far end, on the main seat, sat a tall, lean middle-aged man with an air of unmatched authority. His features bore a faint resemblance to Ling Yue’s, his gaze calm yet piercing—this was none other than Ji Lianyu, leader of the Zhenhun Alliance.
Gene drew a deep breath, suppressing his lingering weakness and the anxiety in his chest. He stepped forward and bowed respectfully, fists clasped:
“Junior Gene pays respects to Alliance Leader Ji, and to all esteemed seniors present.”
He deliberately used the surname “Ji,” placing himself in the position of a guest, showing deference without losing his dignity.
Ji Lianyu inclined his head slightly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority. “No need for excessive formality. You are still recovering from severe injuries. Sit and speak.”
Someone brought over a chair, but Gene shook his head politely. “Thank you, Alliance Leader Ji, I prefer to stand.” He would not show weakness in front of these powerful figures.
Ji Lianyu did not press the matter, straightening his posture and speaking solemnly:
“Tianyuzi abused his strength, maliciously harming others, violating the moral conduct expected of a cultivator. Upon investigation and deliberation, he will face strict punishment: his sect records are to be revoked, and he will remain in the Alliance to perform penance and atone through service. This measure is final. Are you satisfied with this resolution?”
Gene understood immediately. This was the most just punishment Ji Lianyu could impose under the circumstances. He nodded calmly. “The Zhenhun Alliance acts with justice. Miss Ji acted out of anger. If the Alliance Leader does not severely punish her, then a mild reprimand for Feng Tianyu will suffice.”
A flicker of subtle admiration passed through Ji Lianyu’s eyes. He continued, his voice steady but carrying weight:
“Ling Yue is both a cultivator of the Zhenhun Alliance and my daughter. You saved her life and deserve recognition. Tell me, what reward do you seek?”
A hush fell over the hall. Every gaze turned to the boy, curious to see what he would request.
Gene lifted his head, his eyes clear and steady. Slowly, he shook his head.
“I ask for nothing.”
The words rang out, firm yet humble, carrying a quiet dignity that resonated through the grand hall. In that moment, Gene’s integrity and courage shone brighter than any material reward could, leaving the entire assembly silently acknowledging the remarkable resolve of this young man who had endured so much and yet demanded nothing in return.