Chapter 12: Silver Vine Town
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The mountains lay buried under a thick quilt of snow and ice, their peaks barely visible in the cold winter night. Yet, even in this icy wilderness, a strange crimson light began to spread across the dark sky, as if a thousand fiery butterflies had taken flight, dancing among the stars. A cascade of shimmering light poured down from above, filling the air with a magical glow that seemed to belong to another world.
Qin Ming and Xu Yue Ping were trekking through the snowy woods when they stopped dead in their tracks, eyes wide with wonder. The wind howled through the trees, shaking the branches heavily laden with snow. As the snow fell away, the red butterflies—or what seemed like them—fluttered closer, carried by the gusts.
Squinting at the glowing night sky, Xu Yue Ping realized what was happening. “It’s a mutated exotic plant in full bloom,” he said, raising his voice above the wind. “It’s releasing a burst of life energy. The creatures around here—animals, birds—they might change because of it.”
The “butterflies” drifted nearer, and as they got closer, it became clear they weren’t butterflies at all. They were petals, glowing like embers from a fading fire, floating gently in the cold night air.
Qin Ming reached out, catching a few of the petals in his hand. A soft red glow lit up his fingers. “They’re so pretty,” he murmured, almost as if he were under a spell.
Without a second thought, Xu Yue Ping grabbed two petals and tossed them into his mouth. “When a rare plant blooms like this,” he explained, “its flowers and fruits hold powerful life energy. It’s a rare blessing.”
Qin Ming followed suit, tasting a few petals himself. “Hey, these are kinda sweet,” he said with a grin that made him look even younger. “Wish more would blow over here.”
Further in the woods, the petals filled the air like a sea of crimson fire, breaking through the darkness. Birds flew up, chasing the glowing petals, their wings catching the fiery light. On the forest floor, the roars of tigers and the cries of apes echoed, as beasts big and small rushed to snatch up the precious petals.
Qin Ming’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I wanna go see more of it!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with youthful eagerness.
“Forget it,” Xu Yue Ping replied, shaking his head and putting a firm hand on Qin Ming’s shoulder. “By the time we get there, all the petals will be gone. And we could run into some dangerous creatures—or worse, mountain monsters.”
These exotic plants bloomed unpredictably, ignoring the seasons. After their brief moments of brilliance, they would wither away, leaving nothing but a memory.
Qin Ming sighed, his breath forming a mist in the cold air. “There’s so much wonder, even close to home,” he said, his voice filled with longing. “I just want to get past all this darkness and see the big, wide world out there.”
Xu Yue Ping nodded approvingly. “It’s good to have dreams like that,” he said. “They give you the drive to better yourself. If you get the chance, you should visit Scarlet Dawn City.”
“Scarlet Dawn City?” Qin Ming’s eyes widened with surprise. “Is it really that amazing?”
“It is,” Xu Yue Ping replied, his tone thoughtful. “Once you’ve been there, you’ll see a true corner of the world. You might even want to study there.”
“Have you been there, Uncle Xu?” Qin Ming asked, looking up at him with a mix of admiration and curiosity.
Xu Yue Ping’s face turned serious, lines forming around his eyes. “I have,” he said quietly. “At first, it was overwhelming. But after a while, I saw my own limits.” His voice was steady, lacking the enthusiasm of youth, showing only the weariness that comes with experience.
“Still, you’ve seen so much,” Qin Ming said, trying to lift his spirits.
Xu Yue Ping managed a weak smile. “Who doesn’t have dreams when they’re young?” he murmured softly.
He could have said more but chose not to, not wanting to dampen Qin Ming’s spirit with the harsh truths he had learned. Dreams, he knew, often fade under the weight of reality.
They continued on their way, their conversation drifting with the wind. They had covered over ten miles when Xu Yue Ping grumbled, “Not a single bit of prey in all this distance.”
He had hoped to hunt some wild game to take back to town to trade for food and drink.
“Guess they’ve all been drawn to the exotic plant,” Qin Ming suggested.
Usually, this stretch of road was traveled in groups because, in the wilderness, anything could happen. You never knew what kind of creature might appear.
“Well, at least we won’t be going back empty-handed,” Xu Yue Ping said with a hint of relief when he finally managed to shoot a small deer, weighing about forty pounds.
They picked up the pace, covering another thirteen miles before the outline of Silver Vine Town came into view.
Under the night sky, the lights ahead were soft and hazy, and the buildings loomed like a painting touched by the hand of time. As they reached the town’s outskirts, they saw more people on the road—some heading out to hunt, others bringing mountain goods to sell, and even carts pulled by beasts loaded with goods hurried past them.
Familiar with Silver Vine Town, Xu Yue Ping led Qin Ming straight along the main street. Shops lined both sides, red lanterns hanging under the eaves, and the street was bustling with people.
Each shop was filled with a dazzling array of items: fine porcelain, luxurious silk, and spices from the distant mountains. Street vendors sold all kinds of delicious snacks, like hot pancakes and steaming dumplings; their tempting aromas wafted through the air, mingling with the lively chatter, filling the town with warmth and life.
Compared to here, Qin Ming felt Twin Trees Village was way too quiet. “This place is awesome,” he said, his eyes wide as he took in the sights and sounds.
“It sure is lively,” Xu Yue Ping agreed.
They stopped by a stall where a vendor was flipping pancakes on a hot griddle. Qin Ming watched the steam rise, his stomach growling. “Man, that smells so good,” he said.
“Maybe on the way back,” Xu Yue Ping smiled. “First, we need to check the grain prices.”
They headed toward the market, but the news wasn’t good. Grain prices were still sky-high because of shortages. Heavy snow had blocked the roads, making it hard to bring in grain from faraway places.
In the central square of Silver Vine Town, the lights shone brightly. The Flame Spring was located here. Though it was currently in a period of exhaustion, the square pool still shimmered, with mist and rosy clouds rising from it. An ancient silver vine, as thick as a water barrel, grew out of the Flame Spring, which glowed like molten lava; this was the origin of the town’s name.
While it looked extraordinary, it was still just a regular plant, absorbing only a limited amount of spiritual essence from the Flame Spring.
“Hey, check that out,” Qin Ming pointed to the pool. “What’s that in the water?”
He had spotted some small creatures in the pool—a type of glowing red shellfish. They were as transparent as jade, and fiery light flowed when their shells opened and closed.
“Fire Clams,” Xu Yue Ping whispered. “There aren’t many in such a large pool. They say they’re incredibly delicious and have strong life essence. Who knows where they’ll end up, or who’ll get to eat them.”
“Probably some rich folks,” Qin Ming guessed.
“Exactly,” Xu Yue Ping agreed. “Fire Clams have to be raised in a secondary Flame Spring like this one; otherwise, there isn’t enough spiritual essence to support them.”
They moved on, passing by the busiest shops near the Flame Spring, including an old weapon shop bustling with people. The wild was harsh; everyone wanted to have a good weapon in hand.
“Let’s go,” said Xu Yue Ping, leading Qin Ming toward a nearby tavern as light snowflakes began to fall from the sky.
Exquisitely crafted lanterns hung by the entrance, and inside, Sunstones reflected gorgeous colors. Taverns like this one did better business later in the evening; it was still early, and the place was almost empty.
“Looks like we might be their first guests,” joked Xu Yue Ping.
A young man at the door nodded politely. “Yes, sirs,” he replied, though he didn’t seem fully awake, maybe not eager to serve customers so early.
“We’d like to see Feng Yian,” said Xu Yue Ping. “Could you inform your boss?”
The young man’s polite smile faded, replaced by a look of alertness. “Our boss isn’t here, but he left instructions. I’ll fetch Mr. Feng for you now.”
“This deer has tender meat,” said Xu Yue Ping, gesturing to their catch. “It should be enough to exchange for some good wine, right?”
Under normal circumstances, the tavern might not have agreed, but with food being scarce, the young man nodded readily. “Certainly, sir.”
As they settled at a table, Xu Yue Ping explained to Qin Ming, “The boss here claims to be from the Western Horro people. Years ago, his father served a master who came from the west on a strange bird.”
“Seriously?” Qin Ming’s interest was piqued.
“Some say that master traveled the world; others say he was killed by ‘Moonbugs’ while exploring high-level Flame Springs deep in the mountains. His followers settled here and started this tavern.”
“That’s some story,” Qin Ming said.
“Mr. Feng should be here by noon,” the young man said, returning briefly before attending to other tasks.
“We don’t need any singing or dancing,” said Xu Yue Ping to a waiter who approached. “Just bring food and good wine. We’re here to talk today.”
The tavern’s decor was exquisite, with various crystal lamps hanging, though the Sunstones inside were small, casting a soft, warm glow.
“It’s still early,” Xu Yue Ping whispered. “Qin Ming, you wait here. I’m going to visit that old nobleman we talked about.”
Qin Ming nodded, understanding. “Alright, Uncle Xu. Good luck.”
Left alone, Qin Ming took a sip of the amber-colored wine in his glass. It wasn’t strong, but he wasn’t used to the taste. He set it down, preferring to watch the snow drifting outside, people coming and going. The lively scene was a stark contrast to the quiet of his village.
Time passed slowly, and he drummed his fingers on the table, wondering how Uncle Xu was faring.
Soon, the door opened, and Xu Yue Ping returned, brushing snowflakes from his coat. He rubbed his hands together and took several quick sips of wine. “This is definitely better than what I have at home,” he said with a forced smile.
“Uncle Xu, is everything alright?” Qin Ming asked, noticing the tension in his eyes.
“What could be wrong?” replied Xu Yue Ping, avoiding his gaze. “Oh, I visited them. They were very polite, warmly received me, and said they’d give you a chance when the time comes.”
“Really?” Qin Ming was surprised. “They didn’t turn us down?”
“Not exactly,” the man said, his tone uneasy.
Qin Ming pressed for details and soon understood. The one who had warmly received Xu was the butler; meeting the old noble himself was impossible. The butler had maintained proper manners, saying he would arrange a time for outstanding young people to meet the noble together.
“They’re politely refusing,” Qin Ming concluded, shaking his head.
“You can lift six hundred pounds,” said Xu Yue Ping. “That’s remarkable. I thought they’d look at you differently.”
“Wait, you told them about me?” Qin Ming asked, concerned.
“I thought it might help,” Xu Yue Ping admitted.
“But they still treated you calmly, right?” Qin Ming sighed. “That says everything. They’re from a big city, probably seen all sorts of talents.”
Xu Yue Ping thought of some rumors; it seemed the noble lady had extremely high abilities. He frowned. “You’re already astonishing in our area. Even so, they don’t care?”
“Maybe we shouldn’t worry about them,” Qin Ming suggested. “Those mysterious big-city nobles—we probably shouldn’t get involved with them.”
Xu Yue Ping immediately became alert. “You’re right,” he agreed solemnly. “Who knows why they’re here. Better to stay clear.”
Around noon, the deep darkness lifted slightly, and the indistinct shapes of mountains outside Silver Vine Town could be seen. The tavern door swung open, and Feng Yian appeared, accompanied by two patrolmen. They brought with them gusts of cold air and a flurry of snow.
“Brother Yue Ping, sorry to make you come so far and wait so long,” greeted Feng Yian warmly. “We just returned from patrol.”
Seeing his seemingly sincere demeanor, Qin Ming felt a surge of disgust. He knew, from Uncle Xu, that the patrol team was often irresponsible, spending their time in taverns and neglecting their duties.
Xu Yue Ping forced a smile. “Brother Feng, you’re too polite. We didn’t wait long, knowing you’re busy patrolling.”
Feng looked at Qin Ming, his eyes appraising. “Young Qin, isn’t it? Quite impressive. Full of potential. I hope you can join our patrol team in the future.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Qin Ming replied tersely, resisting the urge to recoil from the man’s touch as Feng patted his shoulder.
Feng called the waiter. “We’ll take a private room,” he said, then turned to the two men with him. “I’ll chat with Brother Yue Ping first. You two keep young Qin company. Order some drinks, maybe check the restaurant next door for good dishes.”
As Feng led Xu Yue Ping away, Qin Ming watched them go, unease gnawing at him.
In the private room, Feng’s demeanor changed instantly. “Old Xu,” he said coldly, “you’re not being very cooperative. Being too stubborn will only make life hard.”
Xu Yue Ping remained silent, eyes fixed on the table.
“Don’t forget, you have a wife and children,” Feng continued, leaning in close. “If some beasts happen to break into your house at night, well, accidents happen.”
He lightly slapped Xu’s face, the gesture both mocking and threatening.
“I’ll plant the Black Moon seeds as soon as I return,” Xu said quietly.
“You’ve really upset me this time,” Feng said, slapping Xu’s face harder. “Do I have to make an example out of someone before you submit? I came all the way here for you; the team leader is very unhappy!”
Fifteen minutes later, Feng emerged from the private room, his face wearing a congenial smile as if nothing had happened.
“Let’s go,” Xu Yue Ping said to Qin Ming, his expression strained.
“Brother Yue Ping feels that planting Black Moon is urgent and wants to head back,” Feng said with a smile. “Little Qin, if you’re not in a hurry, why not stay and have a few drinks?”
“No thanks,” Qin Ming replied, shaking his head. “I’d better go with Uncle Xu. The wilderness isn’t safe these days; two traveling together can look out for each other.”
“As you wish,” Feng said, his smile never reaching his eyes.
Once outside, Qin Ming noticed a faint redness on the side of Xu’s face. “Uncle Xu!” he exclaimed, concern in his voice. “What happened?”
“It’s nothing,” Xu replied, turning away.
But Qin Ming wasn’t convinced. He realized that Xu had been humiliated. A flame of anger ignited within him. “Those guys keep pushing people around,” he said, his fists clenched. “I bet even the heavens are getting fed up with them. They’ll get what’s coming to them soon!”
“Keep your voice down,” Xu cautioned, glancing around nervously. “We can’t afford to provoke them.”
“Why should they get away with this?” Qin Ming muttered, but he heeded Xu’s warning and lowered his voice.
As they walked away, one of Feng’s men watched them from the tavern doorway. “Even if that boy has potential, so what?” he said to Feng. “He’s clearly on the same side as Xu. Why be so polite to him?”
“Indeed,” Feng replied. “Who knows how far he can go, and he’s not on our path. But since we haven’t fallen out yet, we should give some face. Unless we’re ready to deal with him immediately…”
“Do you want us to take care of them?” the man asked.
“Not yet,” Feng said thoughtfully. “Let them be for now.”
Meanwhile, Qin Ming and Xu made their way out of town, the snow falling gently around them. Qin Ming’s mind raced with thoughts of justice and retribution.
“Uncle Xu,” he said firmly, “we can’t let them keep doing this.”
“There’s not much we can do,” Xu sighed. “They’re powerful, and we’re just…”
“No,” Qin Ming interrupted. “We’re not powerless. There’s gotta be a way.”
Xu looked at the determination in the young man’s eyes and felt a glimmer of hope. “Maybe,” he conceded softly. “But we must be cautious.”
“Yeah,” Qin Ming nodded. “But one day, they’ll pay for what they’ve done.”
They walked on in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, the snow crunching under their feet as they left the lights of Silver Vine Town behind.