Free Web NovelChapter 79: Chapter 79: The Silent Heaven Stirs
Qin Wanshan decided that the War Intent Heart Fruits would not be used by the young generation first.
That surprised Qin Yuheng.
He had expected his grandfather to assign one to Qin Yuchen, Qin Lian, Qin Feng, or Qin Ruyan. Instead, Qin Wanshan looked at the sealed jade box containing the fruits and said only one thing. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"Gu Tianhe."
The old commander appeared before dawn.
He came without armor, wearing plain gray clothes, but the moment he stepped into the inner hall, the atmosphere changed. Gu Tianhe usually looked like an old loyal servant, quiet and steady. But today, when Qin Wanshan placed one SS Grade War Intent Heart Fruit before him, a faint pressure stirred beneath his calm exterior.
"Young Master obtained this?" Gu Tianhe asked.
Qin Wanshan nodded.
Gu Tianhe looked at Qin Yuheng.
His gaze was deep.
"This is too valuable."
Qin Yuheng answered, "Then use it where it matters."
Gu Tianhe was silent for a moment.
Then he laughed softly.
"Old Qin, your grandson speaks more like you than you think."
Qin Wanshan snorted.
"He is more cautious than I was."
"That is not difficult."
The fruit was not consumed immediately. Gu Tianhe first brought Qin Yuheng to a hidden training ground beneath the outer mountain courtyard.
There, Qin Yuheng saw a part of the Silent Heaven Army for the first time.
Not the whole force.
Only a small unit.
Thirty-six warriors stood in perfect silence. Their armor was dark gray, without shine. Their weapons varied—spears, sabers, bows, daggers—but their presence was unified. None released obvious aura. None looked at Qin Yuheng with curiosity.
They stood like shadows carved into soldiers.
Gu Tianhe spoke.
"Heaven Silence Core candidates."
Qin Yuheng’s eyes sharpened.
Candidates?
These thirty-six were already stronger than many academy instructors he had seen.
Gu Tianhe continued, "The true Heaven Silence Core is elsewhere. These are younger reserves trained for future activation."
Qin Yuheng understood the implication.
The Silent Heaven Army was far deeper than he had imagined.
Gu Tianhe held up the War Intent Heart Fruit.
"This fruit will not be used to make one person stronger. It will be used to set a training standard."
Qin Yuheng listened. freёwebnovel.com
"First, I consume one. I stabilize its effect. Then I design a diluted war intent training field based on my experience. Later, selected soldiers and young family members can benefit without wasting full fruit power."
Qin Yuheng’s respect deepened.
This was the thinking of an army commander.
A treasure was not only an individual opportunity.
It could become a system.
Gu Tianhe consumed the fruit under Qin Wanshan’s supervision.
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then a silent battlefield aura spread.
The thirty-six candidates straightened unconsciously.
Qin Yuheng felt as if an army had formed behind Gu Tianhe—not physically, but in will. No killing intent leaked. No pressure crushed the room. It was controlled, disciplined, and vast.
Gu Tianhe opened his eyes.
A faint light passed through them.
"Good fruit."
Qin Mo, who had been dragged along to observe formation needs, whispered, "That is an understatement."
Over the next few days, Gu Tianhe and Qin Mo worked together to create the first War Intent Tempering Field. Qin Mo complained constantly, but his formation understanding grew rapidly under pressure. The field used diluted resonance from the War Intent Heart Fruit, Battlefield Formation Plate patterns, and low-grade Broken Spear Fragments.
The result was a controlled pressure zone.
Not enough to awaken true battlefield will.
Enough to train resistance, discipline, and formation courage.
Qin Wanshan decided that Qin Yuchen, Qin Lian, Qin Mo, Qin Ruyan, and Qin Feng would each train inside it gradually. Qin Yuze and Qin Xue’er were too young for now, though Qin Xue’er tried to sneak in once and was caught by Gu Tianhe before reaching the door.
Qin Yuheng trained inside as well.
The pressure was different from Tower floors. It did not attack like an enemy. It pressed like an army waiting for orders.
Inside the field, Qin Yuheng practiced standing still.
That sounded simple.
It was not.
Every breath carried imagined sounds: marching, armor, distant drums, dying soldiers, commands shouted beneath storm clouds. The field tested whether his will scattered under battlefield weight.
He lasted longer than expected.
But Gu Tianhe still corrected him.
"You resist like a lone warrior," the old commander said.
Qin Yuheng opened his eyes.
"Is that wrong?"
"Not wrong. Incomplete."
Gu Tianhe pointed toward the thirty-six candidates training in formation.
"A lone warrior asks, can I survive? A commander asks, can we hold? The Qin bloodline does not only remember personal strength."
Qin Yuheng’s eyes moved.
Seal.
Spear.
Command.
Again, the same hidden direction appeared.
Gu Tianhe did not say more.
He did not force Qin Yuheng toward the path.
He only showed him that it existed.
At the academy, Qin Yuheng’s temporary pause ended completely, but he did not rush into Floor 8. Instead, he accepted Yu Qingmei’s suggestion to spend several days in training and theory classes.
This reduced public pressure slightly.
Shen Wuji remained in the city but did not challenge again. He watched from a distance occasionally. Qin Yuheng knew he was still reporting, but after the failed duel test, his value as a direct probe had decreased.
Zhao Tianyu trained obsessively after losing to Shen Wuji and Qin Yuheng.
Zhao Lan became quieter.
Lin Xian’er continued trading information.
Wei Chen requested a joint defensive simulation with Qin Yuheng’s team, which Qin Yuheng accepted. Building ties with reliable allies mattered.
On the final day before Qin Yuheng planned to apply for Floor 8, Yu Qingmei summoned him again.
"Poison Mist Swamp," she said.
Floor 8.
Qin Yuheng nodded.
"I expected that."
Yu Qingmei placed a file before him.
"Recent reports show increased poison density and unusual lotus growth. Floor 8 may produce Clear Spring Lotus variants."
Qin Yuheng’s eyes sharpened.
Lotus.
Cleansing.
Poison resistance.
His father’s treatment path still needed many materials.
Yu Qingmei noticed his reaction.
"Do not look at me like that. I am warning you, not luring you."
Qin Yuheng smiled faintly.
"Sometimes warnings and lures share a road."
Yu Qingmei sighed softly.
"Then walk carefully."
He accepted the file.
Poison Mist Swamp awaited.
And with it, perhaps another cleansing resource.
