The specialist's first attack shredded Mingxue's qi platform.
Not a technique Rhen recognized. The woman in black extended both hands and the air between her palms compressed into a blade of pure spiritual pressure, five feet long and thin as paper, that cut through the platform's qi infrastructure like a wire through clay. The platform split. Bowen and Mingxue dropped.
Mingxue caught Bowen by the collar and threw him sideways onto Fengli's flight path. Fengli grabbed the alchemist without breaking stride, pulling him into the slipstream of his own qi circulation. Mingxue stabilized herself mid-fall with a burst of Pure Yang energy and shot upward, sword drawn, the Sovereign's Domain already priming.
The specialist didn't wait. She closed on Wuji.
Heavenly Position fifth level. Two full tiers above Rhen. She moved through the air like the sky was her floor, every movement efficient, predatory, the product of decades of training specifically designed for one purpose: subduing targets with spiritual bodies. Her black robes flattened against her frame as she accelerated, and her hands already glowed with the faint silver of the Spiritual Extraction Art's preparation stage.
Rhen put himself between her and the boy.
Not tactically. Not strategically. Just a man's body in front of a child, the oldest and simplest defense in the world. He raised his guard, activated Future Vision, and took the first hit on his crossed forearms.
The impact drove him back thirty feet through open air. His qi defenses held, barely, the Heavenly Position barrier absorbing the blow at the cost of fractures in his arm's qi circulation. Two tiers of difference. The gap between third and fifth level was supposed to be manageable in theory, where cultivation differences scaled linearly. In practice, at ten thousand feet, with thin air reducing qi density and the specialist fighting in her preferred element, the gap was a wall.
She followed up. A combination of spiritual pressure strikes and suppression formations that activated from seals embedded in her sleeves. The seals bloomed into binding arrays that tried to lock Rhen's qi circulation in place, freezing his ability to fight, dodge, or fly.
Rhen burned through the bindings with raw Heavenly Position power. Expensive. Each binding cost him more qi to break than it cost her to create. The math was against him. She could outlast him in a war of attrition at this altitude, and she knew it.
Future Vision showed her next three attacks. Two feints, one real strike aimed at his core. He dodged the real strike, committed to a counter, and she pivoted mid-air with the casual grace of someone who'd fought at altitude a hundred times. His counter went wide. Her knee caught his ribs.
Something cracked. Not a bone. A qi channel. The right side, where his torso's minor pathways had healed from the Arbiter's aftermath. The old damage site, still slightly weaker than the surrounding infrastructure, gave under the impact. Pain flared, sharp and specific, and his flight stability wobbled.
Mingxue's Sovereign's Domain erupted.
Golden light flooded the combat zone, a sphere of amplification that boosted everyone inside it. Mingxue. Rhen. The specialist. That was the problem with the Domain in aerial combat against a single opponent: it couldn't discriminate. The specialist's power jumped alongside theirs, her already-superior cultivation boosted by the same multiplier.
"Domain down!" Rhen shouted.
Mingxue killed it. She'd activated it on instinct, the warrior's reflex to support her partner, and the tactical error cost them a second of confusion that the specialist exploited. She broke past Mingxue's guard with a suppression seal that froze the warrior's right arm for three critical seconds and drove toward Wuji again.
Fengli intercepted. His straight sword met the specialist's compressed air blade in a clash that scattered shockwaves across the sky. But Fengli was a ground fighter. His sword forms, perfect in a training yard, lost precision when his feet had nothing solid to push against. He adapted, using his qi as an anchor, but the specialist fought three-dimensionally, attacking from above, below, angles that a swordsman trained on flat ground simply didn't think in.
She batted him aside with a casual backhand of spiritual pressure. Fengli tumbled, righted himself, and circled back. Blood ran from his nose, the minor hemorrhage of qi disruption from a blow that outmatched his defenses.
The specialist turned to Wuji.
The boy was hovering fifty yards back, held aloft by his Supreme Yang Body's natural qi, his face white but his body steady. He hadn't run. Rhen didn't know if that was courage or the shock of someone who'd spent six years running and had finally hit the moment where running wasn't an option.
The Spiritual Extraction Art activated. Silver light formed around the specialist's hands, the full technique, the one that would reach into a spiritual body and pull.
Something happened that Rhen didn't expect.
The boy blazed.
Not a technique. Not a conscious activation. The Supreme Yang Dao Body, the most powerful solar-aspected spiritual physique in existence, responded to the extraction attempt the way a body responds to a knife: with everything it had. Golden qi erupted from Wuji's core in a radial burst, not directed, not controlled, but massive, the raw output of a seventeen-year-old's untrained but obscenely powerful spiritual body defending itself from the thing it feared most.
The golden qi hit the specialist's Extraction Art and shattered it. Not disrupted. Shattered. The silver formations crumbled like frost in sunlight, the Supreme Yang's natural opposition to suppression techniques burning through the division's signature skill with the blunt force of a physique that was born to destroy darkness.
The specialist stumbled in the air. Her concentration broke. The golden interference didn't fade, it hung in the sky around Wuji like a second sun, radiating in waves that disrupted every suppression-based technique within a hundred yards.
Including the bindings she'd been layering on Rhen throughout the fight.
The seals on his qi circulation burned away. The suppression faded. His full Heavenly Position power returned, three bonds singing through the Eternal Vow, the combined strength of Suyin's cold precision, Mingxue's fierce determination, and Lingwei's spatial awareness flooding into his combat toolkit.
A crossbow bolt hit the specialist in the left shoulder.
She twisted. Not fast enough to dodge, but fast enough to prevent the bolt from hitting her heart. The formation-enhanced tip detonated on impact, the compression array disrupting her qi circulation in the shoulder joint. Her left arm went dead, the spiritual energy flow severed at the injury point.
Bowen. Floating on Fengli's qi support, the crossbow braced against his shoulder, his hands rock-steady despite the altitude and the terror and the wind that whipped his hair across his face. The farmer-alchemist who'd built a weapon he swore he'd never build, using it for the only purpose he'd ever cared about.
The specialist spun toward the new threat. Bowen fired again. The bolt missed, but the specialist had to dodge, and the dodge cost her positioning. Mingxue, her right arm freed from the suppression seal, came in from below. Her sword scored the specialist's thigh, a deep cut that sprayed blood into the thin air.
The specialist was losing. Not to any one of them. To the combination. Five people fighting at different levels with different abilities, none of them strong enough to take her alone, all of them making her work in ways that a single opponent wouldn't.
She made a decision. Rhen saw it through Future Vision: the commitment to a killing blow. Not on Wuji. On Rhen. Because if the Oath Forger died, the bonds collapsed, the combined fighting force lost its coordination, and she could pick off the targets one at a time.
She accelerated. Heavenly Position fifth level, full power, every technique she had compressed into a single strike aimed at Rhen's core. The air blade formed in her remaining hand, wider than before, glowing with concentrated spiritual pressure.
Rhen activated the Immortal Body of Destiny.
Invulnerable to attacks from cultivators weaker than himself. The specialist was stronger. Two full tiers stronger. The Immortal Body shouldn't have worked.
But Rhen wasn't relying on the Immortal Body to block the attack. He was relying on it to survive the attacks he'd already taken. The cracked qi channel, the damaged defenses, the accumulated injuries from five minutes of fighting above his weight class. The Immortal Body stabilized his existing damage, preventing the accumulated harm from worsening, buying him three seconds of structural integrity.
He flew into the strike.
The air blade hit him full in the chest. Pain detonated across his torso. The Immortal Body didn't negate the blow. It just kept his core from shattering under it. He took the hit, closed the distance to zero, and drove both palms into the specialist's sternum.
Not Time Slash. Rhen's channels couldn't sustain Time Slash at altitude with a cracked right-side pathway. Instead, a raw Heavenly Position qi strike, the most basic combat technique in the realm, amplified by three Oath bonds channeling simultaneously. Suyin's cold precision targeted the specialist's already-disrupted left shoulder. Mingxue's fierce power drove the strike deeper. Lingwei's spatial awareness guided the qi to the exact point where the crossbow bolt had shattered the specialist's internal circulation.
The specialist's sternum caved. Not a metaphor. The bone broke under the force, the Heavenly Position qi punching through her weakened defenses and into her core. Her cultivation flickered. Her eyes went wide.
She grabbed Rhen's wrists. Tried to activate one final extraction. Her hands glowed silver against his skin, the Spiritual Extraction Art's last gasp.
The Oath bonds burned the Art to nothing before it could take hold. Three bonds, three partners, three connections that protected Rhen's spiritual body the way a family protects its own.
The specialist's grip loosened. Her qi guttered out. She fell, her body going limp, the black robes catching the wind as she dropped through ten thousand feet of empty sky toward the forest below.
Rhen watched her fall. Through the Heart of Heaven Sensing, her causal thread dimmed. Thinned. Severed.
She was dead before she hit the trees.
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They landed on a hilltop half a mile from the impact site. Rhen's right side screamed where the qi channel had cracked, and the chest wound from the air blade was seeping blood through his clothes. Mingxue's right arm hung stiff, the suppression seal's aftereffects lingering. Fengli pressed a cloth to his still-bleeding nose. Wuji sat on a rock with his arms wrapped around himself, the golden qi fading from his skin, the Supreme Yang Body's defensive outburst draining as the threat passed.
Bowen stood at the hilltop's edge, crossbow in his hands, staring at the forest where the specialist had fallen. His body was taut, the tendons in his neck standing out, his breathing ragged. The aftermath of combat for a man who hadn't fought in six years and had just killed someone from a sky he'd never flown in.
He turned. Looked at Rhen.
Not at the wounds, not at the cultivation level, not at the Oath Forger's reputation or the political implications of what had just happened. He looked at where Rhen had been during the fight. Between the specialist and his son. From the first second to the last.
Bowen's crossbow lowered. Not put away. Lowered.
"You're bleeding," he said.
"I'll heal."
"Your right side. The qi channel." Bowen's alchemist training surfaced, professional assessment overriding personal hostility. "That's a structural crack, not a surface wound. You need a meridian stabilization salve. I have one in my kit."
He set the crossbow on the ground. Opened his travel bag. Produced a small ceramic pot sealed with wax.
"Sit down," Bowen said. "I'm going to fix your ribs before you fly us anywhere."
Rhen sat. The alchemist's hands were steady now, the shaking gone, replaced by the focused competence of a man doing the work he was trained for. He broke the wax seal, applied the salve to Rhen's injured side, and the cooling sensation of Taiyi alchemical medicine spread through the cracked channel, stabilizing the fracture.
The hilltop was quiet. Below, the forest held its dead. Above, the sky was clean and blue, the kind of sky that didn't know or care about the violence that had happened inside it.
Wuji unwrapped his arms from around himself. He walked to his father. Sat beside him on the grass. Put his head against his father's shoulder, the way he probably hadn't done since he was small enough for the gesture to be natural instead of chosen.
Bowen's hand, still smelling of alchemical salve, came up and rested on his son's hair.
