The announcement of Leng Clan's founding spread across neighboring hamlets and villages quickly. At first, mockery returned—"a clan built by a cripple?" "A clan of children with scraps of frost?"
But such words died in the mouths of skeptics as winters passed.
Because year after year, the Leng children grew stronger.
At thirteen, one of Tian's early disciples froze a charging snow wolf's paw mid-leap, saving a farmer's life. At fourteen, another used frost aura to reinforce walls during a blizzard, keeping families warm and safe.
These were not displays of overwhelming offense. They were acts of survival—acts that directly saved lives.
The village once bullied, the children once mocked, now became hope-bringers.
Hunters who had doubted approached Tian quietly, asking to learn. Even stubborn warriors, long proud of brute force, began testing the Frost Manual.
In the northern wilderness, survival meant everything. Slowly, Tian's philosophy seeped into hearts: strength to preserve was greater than strength to destroy.
Standing beneath aurora-lit skies, watching disciples training, Tian felt a strange satisfaction. His fragile body still hurt daily, but he thought:
"This is no longer Coldwater Village of old. This is the Leng Clan, my roots."
Yuexin beside him smiled faintly, adding softly, "Each child training is a branch. You and I planted the tree, but it grows on its own now."
🔥 End of Chapter 35