Nor can the blade of the sharpest sword match the calm of a peaceful heart. ”

~Infinite Sword Master

Master Yi tempered his body and sharpened his mind until his body and mind became one. Although he made violence a last resort, his graceful and swift swordsmanship always made it seem quicker. As the last disciple of the Infinite Dao, Master Yi devoted himself to the lineage of this sect, searching for the most qualified people with the Seven Degrees of Insight Eyepiece to find potential new disciples.

ShortStory

Infinite Juggernaut

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Infinite Juggernaut

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In the central Ionian province of Baroue, there used to be a tranquil mountain village nestled in picturesque beauty. This village, called "Wuji", remembers Yi's childhood. His growth was accompanied by the study of the way of sword dance, but he did not know that the dream he pursued became his tragedy in the future.

Like other children, Yi also longs for those swordsmen in brocade clothes and jade belts, in the name of swords, to perform chivalrous deeds, and turn them into poems and songs that will be passed down to the world. Yi's parents were both swordsmiths, and many of the village's warriors frequented, and the regulars knew that the store had a hard-working son, Yi. His daily morning exercise is to smell the flowers and dance the sword with his mother, and his daily evening class is to pick candles and recite poems with his father. When Yi finally became a disciple of the master of the Wuji Sect, his parents were extremely proud.

After entering the practice of the Wuji School, he continued to exert his talent and self-discipline, exceeding all expectations. Soon, the whole village knew that there was such a "young master" Yi.

But the humble apprentice always wanted to explore the mysteries of the rest of Ionia. Standing on the top of the highest pagoda, he saw the towns in the distance that no one had mentioned, but when he tried to descend the mountain with his sword, the masters stopped him. When the sect was founded, the Tao of Wuji regarded itself as an arrogant sage, and their swordsmanship could not see the turbid world, let alone dirty blood—so for hundreds of years, Wuji has always been isolated from the world, solitary, and no outsider has ever seen it.

However, on the day when everything changed, it was easy to see plumes of smoke rising from the distant town. Noxian warbands have invaded the coastline, conquering town after village, bloodstaining province after province. The Ionian people defeated the Infinite Sect of the Sacred Path in Yi's heart, and he rushed down the mountain to help protect the Newborn Land. Astonished eyes watched as he swept across the front line with a glimpse of light, maneuvering between enemies with unparalleled swordsmanship never seen before by ordinary people.

The news of one enemy and one army spread far and wide, like a cloud of fog in the mountains. Inspired by his courage, his fellow disciples joined the battle, and together they went to the province of Navoli, where the war was most intense.

The commanders of Noxus saw that Wuji had become a threat to be reckoned with. They have discovered the origins of this group of remarkable swordsmen and have decided to attack their home without mercy. It only took one night for the entire village to be destroyed, and the villagers of Wuji and their culture were burned and annihilated in the alchemical fire, which no sword could stop.

The war stopped, and the wanderer returned home. Yi became the only surviving disciple of Wuji, but his hometown is now only in ruins. The magic of the land has been tarnished, and everything he knows and loves is gone. The body is not finished, the heart is dead, and at this moment, Yi has become the last casualty of Wuji Village. There were no other descendants of the Wuji faction, and he realized that only he could bear the title of Master Wuji.

In the torment of grief, Yi chooses to live in isolation, forcing himself to bury the guilt of living alone in the world with endless training, but the wisdom of the deceased masters seems to dissipate in the fog of time. He began to wonder if he could preserve the entire legacy of Wuji with the power of one person...... Until one of the most unexpected encounters made him no longer doubt it.

A monkey-like Vastaya challenged him with curiosity. Master Yi reluctantly accompanied, and defeated him as easily as child's play. But this Vastaya became more and more frustrated, and day after day he came back with new tricks that became more and more cunning, forcing Yi to go along with him and improvise. After all these years, Yi finally felt the soul of Wuji again.

The battle between the two lasted for weeks, and at last the bruised strange Vastaya finally fell to his knees and took his name, the empty from the Simace tribe. He begged to learn from Yi, who saw that this reckless but resolute fighter was a malleable talent. Through words and deeds, it is easy to feel that you have found your purpose. He will pass on the Tao of Infinity and give his student an enchanted stick as a token of the oath of master and apprentice - from that day on, Sora will be named Wukong.

The dead leaves are fluttering, and the remnant wind is calling for the mountains to be Xiaoxiao. He floats a few inches above the ground, his eyes closed, his hands folded, and listens to the morning song of the birds of Baru'o. The cool wind brushed his bare face and teased his eyebrows.

He sighed quietly and descended slowly until his boots touched the dirt. He opened his eyes and smiled. Clear skies are a rare sight.

Yi patted the dust on his robe and found a few strands of hair that had fallen out. Most of them are black, but there are also a few strands of white, just like wild silk.

How long has it been?

He slung a twill bag over his shoulder and continued on his way, leaving behind a forest that was once full of life but now stood still.

Yi looked down the mountain and looked back at the road he had walked. The earth below is soft and fragile – a treasure to be protected. He looked ahead and continued to climb up. On the road ahead, the lilies withered, and their colorful petals turned sickly brown.

"I didn't expect to be able to watch people on the mountain. A voice shouted.

He paused to listen carefully, one hand clenching the sword around his waist.

"Are you here looking for cattle too?" the voice drew closer. "Stupid beast. They always get in here and can't get out. ”

Yi saw an elderly peasant woman approaching, and her hand holding the sword loosened. She wore a modest petticoat with the outer layer sewn with messy rags. She walked up to her, and Yi bowed.

"Hey, I'm not a monk or nun, don't be polite. "You don't look like a man who works in the fields, and your swords are certainly not used to mow grass." What are you doing here?"

"Nice weather, walks. Yi's voice feigned innocence.

"So you're here to practice swords, and Noxus is coming back so soon?" she said with a smile.

"Where the sun sets, the sun sets. ”

The peasant woman snorted, she knew the old proverb. Most people in the southern provinces know it. "Well, then let me know when they get back. When the time comes, I'll leave the island by boat. But what matters now is that you can use your sword to help a trembling old woman?"