Volume 1, Chapter 5: Where Secret Histories Emerge, New Challenges Await on the Path Ahead
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“All that I have done is for... him!” Gu Qingyi’s sharp voice tore through the deathly silence of the square. She stretched out a trembling finger, pointing directly at Lin Fan amidst the crowd.
Everyone followed her gesture, their gazes locking onto the tall, upright youth.
A sudden chill surged through Lin Fan’s heart, an inexplicable unease rising within him.
“Him? Lin Fan?” Elder Qingfeng furrowed his brow in confusion, unable to grasp the meaning behind Gu Qingyi’s words.
Gu Qingyi emitted a piercing laugh, laced with madness and despair. “Yes, it’s him! Do you know his origins? He’s no ordinary person—he’s... a descendant of the Starfall Clan!”
“Starfall Clan?” The four words exploded across the square like thunder.
The crowd immediately erupted into a clamor, whispers rising one after another.
“The Starfall Clan? The cursed family from legend?”
“They say they wielded the power to control the stars, but were ultimately wiped out for breaking heavenly laws...”
“Lin Fan is a descendant of the Starfall Clan? How could that be?”
Lin Fan felt as if his mind had been shattered by an explosion.
The Starfall Clan?
He had never heard of them before, nor did he know of any connection between himself and this clan.
His heart pounded fiercely, gripped by an indescribable fear.
He instinctively wanted to retreat, but his legs felt as heavy as lead.
On the elevated platform, the academy’s dean, who had remained silent until now, slowly stood up. His sharp gaze swept across the crowd before settling on Lin Fan.
“Elder Qingfeng, this matter is of grave importance and must be thoroughly investigated. Until the investigation concludes, Lin Fan must remain within the academy grounds and is forbidden from leaving.”
Elder Qingfeng’s brow tightened. He knew the legends of the Starfall Clan and understood the seriousness of the situation.
Yet, he believed in Lin Fan’s character. “Dean, Lin Fan he—”
“No further discussion!” The dean’s tone was resolute, leaving no room for doubt.
Lin Fan felt as if he had fallen into a massive whirlpool; everything around him blurred.
A tangle of grievances, anger, and fear overwhelmed him, making it hard to breathe.
He knew he had to face it all and prove his innocence.
“Lin Fan, come with us.” Two law enforcement disciples approached him, their voices cold.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, striving to remain calm.
He lifted his head, eyes firm and resolute.
“Wait,” Elder Qingfeng came to his side, patting his shoulder gently. “I believe in you.”
A warm current surged within Lin Fan’s heart. Gratefully, he glanced at Elder Qingfeng, then resolutely followed the disciples away.
“Elder, you...” The dean looked at Elder Qingfeng with a trace of displeasure.
Elder Qingfeng shook his head, his gaze profound as he watched Lin Fan’s retreating figure. “Dean, I hope you will come to believe in him as well.”
Lin Fan was taken to a secluded courtyard at the academy’s rear. The vermilion wooden door creaked shut behind him, seemingly sealing him off from the entire world.
He slumped onto a stone bench, its coldness sending a shiver through him.
Looking up, the night sky was deep and star-studded, yet it lacked the brilliance of his homeland’s nights.
“Mother, Father, are you well?” Lin Fan whispered, his voice tinged with a choking sorrow.
He longed for the smoke of home-cooked meals, his parents’ kind smiles, the carefree days of the past.
In recent days, wherever Lin Fan went, he was the subject of whispers and pointed fingers.
Those strange gazes pricked at him like needles, making him uneasy.
He felt like a bird trapped in a cage, stripped of freedom and direction.
The air around him seemed to solidify, suffocating him.
He clenched his fists, nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain.
He refused to accept it!
He could not believe he was a descendant of the Starfall Clan, nor that he would harm the academy.
He had to uncover the truth and clear his name!
Deep into the night, the courtyard was silent.
Lin Fan quietly pushed open the window, using the faint moonlight to scan his surroundings.
He noticed the courtyard’s walls were not high, and in one corner stood a lush ancient tree, its branches stretching beyond the wall.
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He took a deep breath. He couldn’t wait passively; he had to take the initiative!
Cautiously, he climbed the ancient tree. The branches creaked softly, and his heart leapt in tandem.
Holding his breath, he moved lightly and slipped over the wall, vanishing into the night.
The academy’s library towered into the clouds, magnificent and imposing.
Lin Fan slipped inside, using the faint candlelight to peruse ancient tomes.
The sound of turning pages echoed crisply in the quiet library.
He searched carefully for any records concerning the Starfall Clan, hoping to find a clue.
Suddenly, faint footsteps approached from afar.
Lin Fan’s heart tightened. Hastily, he replaced the book and hid behind a row of shelves.
“Who’s there?” a deep voice echoed through the library.
Lin Fan held his breath, motionless.
The footsteps neared...
They stopped before the shelf where Lin Fan hid.
He felt their gaze sweeping the shelves, as if piercing through the thick books to find him.
“Come out, I know you’re there,” came a cold voice with a hint of mockery.
Lin Fan realized he had been discovered. He darted out from behind the shelf, adopting a defensive stance.
Two figures in black stood before him—tall, masked, revealing only cold eyes.
They exuded a powerful pressure that made Lin Fan struggle to breathe.
“Who are you? Why are you blocking me?” Lin Fan demanded in a low voice.
The black-clad figures said nothing, launching their attack immediately.
They moved like lightning, swiftly closing in. Fierce gusts accompanied their strikes, aiming directly at Lin Fan’s face.
Lin Fan dodged swiftly, unwilling to block head-on.
He pushed off with his toes, drifting lightly backward, summoning his Wood Spirit power to form a green barrier that blocked their assault.
“Wood Spirit body? So you really are a descendant of the Starfall Clan!” sneered one black-clad assailant. “Looks like we found the right person.”
Lin Fan’s heart jolted. Gu Qingyi hadn’t lied; he truly was of the Starfall Clan!
Yet he didn’t understand why these people wanted to capture him.
What secret did the Starfall Clan hold?
“Who are you? What do you want?” Lin Fan asked again, anxiety creeping into his tone.
The black-clad men remained silent and pressed their attack.
They fought with perfect coordination, ruthless and deadly.
Using his Wood Spirit and agile movements, Lin Fan barely held them off, but his strength waned and wounds appeared across his body.
Suddenly, one of the attackers revealed an opening.
Lin Fan’s eyes gleamed as he seized the chance, focusing his Wood Spirit energy into a sharp wooden spike and thrust it at the attacker’s chest.
The man couldn’t evade in time, howled in pain, and collapsed.
The other black-clad man grew furious.
He abandoned his assault on Lin Fan and turned to check his comrade’s injuries.
Taking advantage, Lin Fan stepped forward and struck the man’s nape, knocking him unconscious.
Lin Fan approached the fallen figure and searched him, finding a black token.
The token bore a strange emblem Lin Fan had never seen.
His heart stirred; this token might unlock the secret of his origins!
At that moment, hurried footsteps echoed.
Lin Fan knew someone was coming. Without time to think, he pocketed the token and dashed deeper into the library.
“Stop!” a commanding voice rang out through the stacks.
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Lin Fan ignored the call and kept running.
He had to get away quickly to ensure his safety...
He sprinted through the labyrinthine library, the crisscrossing shelves offering perfect cover.
His footsteps were light, barely making a sound, only the faint rustle of his clothes brushing against the shelves broke the silence.
The musty scent of ancient books and ink comforted him slightly.
The pursuers’ footsteps drew closer. Lin Fan knew he couldn’t delay.
Spotting a window ahead, he rushed toward it without hesitation, flung it open, and leapt out.
The night wind howled past his ears, bringing a chill that eased his taut nerves.
He landed silently on the ground.
Looking back, shadows flickered in the library window—clearly, the pursuers had arrived.
Lin Fan didn’t linger. He quickly melted into the night.
Back in the courtyard, Lin Fan immediately took out the black token.
It was icy cold to the touch, made of neither metal nor jade, yet heavy in his hand, emanating a strange energy pulse.
The emblem on the token shimmered faintly under the moonlight, mysterious and unfathomable.
He examined it closely, seeking clues.
Suddenly, soft footsteps sounded nearby.
Lin Fan’s heart jolted. He hastily hid the token in his bosom.
“Lin Fan, are you alright?” a familiar voice called out.
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