Zhuge and Tianfeng traveled from the mountainous areas near the border of Orchid District City and Sichuan City in the central region.

They headed toward the eastern region where the headquarters of the Righteous Alliance is located, particularly in Chang'an.

The eastern region is renowned as the residence of righteous martial artists. It is a land of honor and virtue, where principles of justice and fairness are upheld by its inhabitants.

Within the eastern region also lies Cheonghae Province, a hotbed of conflict between the Righteous Alliance and the Evil Society.

Territorial disputes have long plagued this area, with frequent skirmishes as members of the Evil Society continually strive to assert dominance and take control.

The Righteous Alliance had actually been losing ground in Cheonghae Province, as their stronghold is steadily being corroded due to the unending assaults of the Evil Society in order to wreak havoc.

However, a recent decline in the Evil Society's activities has allowed the Righteous Alliance a room to breathe, enabling them to consistently regain certain areas and strengthen their defenses.

As a part of Tianfeng's training, Zhuge did not use his Dao of Space to instantly traverse to the base of the Righteous Alliance. Instead, he concealed himself within the void.

This means that Tianfeng must survive and navigate his way to Chang-An, and Zhuge Minghui will only intervene if Tianfeng is near death.

Tianfeng, on the other hand, knew nothing about this.

In fact, while traveling, Tianfeng has already been bothered by something. He remembers that he has a mission to complete, but he doesn't know who gave him such mission.

He was holding tightly onto his notes, as its importance weighs heavily on his shoulders. He knows for himself that he has to deliver this to the Righteous Alliance, but in his consciousness there is something that's been disturbing him.

Everything seems to be alright; he could remember his mission, its urgency, and the battles he fought, but there was a black silhouette in his memories where someone important should've been.

That figure was always in the background of his thoughts, making it very creepy and haunting.

As he walked through the paved road alongside the forest, the teachings implanted in his mind by the mysterious figure clashed with his sense of justice.

He recalled a persuasive voice insisting on himself to forsake the weak and disdain them, yet his heart is rebelling against such ideologies.

Nevertheless, he still decided to go and complete this mission mainly because he wants to serve justice.

You could say that Tianfeng is now guided by the echoes of his heart, steering his path with unwavering justice for the weak.

The night before...

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As Tianfeng slept peacefully inside the hut, Zhuge Minghui can be seen standing beside him, his expression unreadable, veiled by the shadows of the night.

With a wave of his hand, a faint, silvery mist suddenly appeared and coated Tianfeng's head in a gentle glow.

Zhuge's eyes gleamed with an eerie light as he deliberate tampered Tianfeng's memories.

He aimed on removing all of Tianfeng's recollection of Zhuge himself, and only leaving the scenes of occurrence but not the appearance of Zhuge which made him appear as a blank person in his mind.

Zhuge's hand movements were very precise, leaving no trace of his tampering.

By the time he got finished, he withdrew his hands, and the mist disappeared into the air. His expression is unreadable as he watched Tianfeng for a few seconds before vanishing like a bubble.

Tianfeng suddenly shifted in his sleep, and a slight frown crossed on his face but he didn't wake up.

Back to the current time...

From the border of Orchid District City and Sichuan City, Tianfeng embarked on a grueling journey across Sichuan City, a known stronghold of the Evil Society.

Every step was fraught with danger and nearing Sichuan City, he faced the first of the many challenges; a notorious gang of robbers.

Tianfeng set off really early in the morning, so the fog is still thick at the current moment.

The sun had barely risen when Tianfeng's senses alerted him of the robbers' presence.

Tianfeng frowned. He hadn't even completely entered Sichuan City but already encountered robbers in the forest.

At this time, a cold voice sounded. "Another bag of money has been delivered to our door, hehehe."

Tianfeng saw figures appearing from the thick fog.

The fog rolled, and there condensed three men who's eyes are glinting with malice.

Their leader, a man that has blood over his gray clothes wielding a jagged sword, stepped forward, a sneer curling his lips.

Tianfeng's grip tightened around his halberd, his muscles tensing for the imminent fight.

"A mere kid dares to come to Sichuan City? I like this brat's courage! It looks like we encountered a rich young martial master this time!" The leader chuckled menacingly.

Boom!

Without a word, Tianfeng launched into action, his halberd slicing through the air with lethal precision.

"Wha-" before the leader could even finish his sentence, Tianfeng's halberd had already cleaved through one of the lackeys, the man's body crumpling to the ground in a lifeless heap. The other two robbers' eyes widened in shock, but the leader's sneer only grew more twisted.

"Get him!" he roared, his voice a mixture of anger and disbelief.

The clash was immediate and brutal. Tianfeng's movements were a blend of raw power and ruthless efficiency.

He met the robbers' attacks head-on, his halberd a whirlwind of deadly force.

Each blow he received only fueled his strength, the pain sharpening his focus.

The fog swirled around them, adding an eerie dimension to the battle.

Tianfeng's eyes blazed with cold fury, his mind singularly focused on the destruction of his enemies.

His halberd struck with precision, limbs severed and blood sprayed, turning the fog crimson.

The leader, seeing his men fall one by one, stepped back, his confidence waning.

He swung his jagged sword towards Tianfeng, but the halberd met it with a resounding clash, sparks flying from the impact.

"You'll regret this, boy!" the leader snarled, pushing back with all his might.

Tianfeng's response was a cold, merciless glare. He twisted his halberd, disarming the leader with a swift motion.

The jagged sword clattered to the ground, and the leader stumbled back, eyes wide with fear.

With a powerful thrust, Tianfeng drove his halberd into the leader's chest, the force lifting him off his feet.

The leader's eyes rolled back as he gasped for breath, blood pouring from the wound.

Tianfeng pulled the halberd free, and the leader's body fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

The remaining robber, seeing his leader's fate, turned to escape, but Tianfeng was determined.

He closed the distance in a heartbeat, his halberd cutting through the fog and into the robber's back.

The man screamed in agony before collapsing, his lifeblood soaking into the earth.

As silence descended over the forest, Tianfeng stood amidst the carnage breathing heavily. Blood dripped from his halberd, mingling with the morning mist.

The pain only served to remind him of his strength, the fire within him burning brighter.

This was but the first of many challenges he would face, and each one would only sharpen his resolve.

Tianfeng knew that his journey was far from over, but he was ready for whatever lay ahead, his heart steeled by the brutal reality of his path.

The aftermath of the battle was a gruesome sight. Bodies of the robbers lay scattered on the forest floor, blood seeping into the ground.

Tianfeng began searching through their belongings after catching his breath.

As he rummaged through their pockets, he found an object emblazoned with the insignia of the "Evil Society."

His grip tightened around the item, a renewed sense of determination flooding through him.

These men were no mere thieves; they were agents of chaos and destruction.

His resolve to deliver the notes to the Righteous Alliance hardened.

Tianfeng pushed forward and entered Sichuan City.

Within the first hour, he had already faced two more skirmishes against members of the Evil Society, each stronger than the previous ones, as if someone was testing his strength.

Exhausted from the continuous battles, he sought refuge in a lush forest with a stream. There, he constructed a small wooden hut to rest and recuperate.

As he lay in the hut, nostalgia washed over him, haunted by the blank figure in his memories. Sleep finally claimed him.