[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity":3,"chapter-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-11":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Name That Echoes Through Eternity",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2282560,4466,"Chapter 11: Li Hao Draws His Sword","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>The sword technique that was still slightly clumsy yesterday now already showed the rhythm of a swordsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Posture precise, movements clean and sharp, with a sense of agility! A sword prodigy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Lin Haixia’s mind held only these four words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think about it—how many days had Bian Ruxue been learning this sword technique? Half a month to master it would be impressive enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now she was already proficient, and her movements carried a rare spark of spiritual vitality—that was the key.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday he had scolded the little girl a few times, but only because he saw her sword talent, her potential to one day become a mighty swordsman, and thus he had been strict, even harsh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never expected Bian Ruxue’s performance today to surpass his expectations by so much—she was unquestionably a sword prodigy, the rarest kind!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Very good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Haixia laughed, nodding repeatedly. After Bian Ruxue finished her routine, he asked: “Did you practice on your own last night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bian Ruxue immediately thought of Brother Li Hao’s guidance, but then remembered his stern face and warnings, so she nodded lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Haixia wasn’t surprised—if she hadn’t practiced last night, she couldn’t have shown this level today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to improve so rapidly after just one night of practice—that was truly remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This sword technique is too simple for you. Today I’ll teach you a high-grade sword art!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Haixia said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous one was only a low-grade sword art. He had no right to enter Li Family’s Tingyu Pavilion, where the high-grade and even supreme-grade sword techniques were listed—he had no authority to pass them on to this little girl on behalf of the Li family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless Li Hao’s parents gave explicit orders, even Li Hao himself now had no right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still too young to be head of the household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bian Ruxue nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The adult and the child resumed practicing a new sword technique in the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One taught, one learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao glanced over for a moment, found it dull, and returned to pondering his chess mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held black and white stones in his fingers, turning them over, lightly caressing them, while his mind dwelled on the chess manuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed silently through this courtyard, leaving no trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By day, Li Hao stared blankly at the chessboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At night, he occasionally gave Bian Ruxue pointers, correcting minor flaws in her form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bian Ruxue’s rapid progress in sword art delighted Lin Haixia immensely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several months later, in the Falling Snow Courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao stood silently among the crowd, watching an elderly man with an immortal aura lead away Li Wushuang, an eight-year-old, to begin cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Niang wept as she saw her off, urging Shuang’er to eat well, listen well, and sleep well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao remembered that when he was still an infant, this girl had tugged at his mother’s pants, her little eyes shining as she studied him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Niang had three children—two daughters and one son. This was the eldest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At age five, during bone assessment, she was measured as a Grade Nine Battle Body—a new prodigy of the Li family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, rumors said she had revealed extraordinary cultivation talent and had been recognized by a master who took her as a disciple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao had seen this familiar scene two years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, it was Liu Yuerong’s child, taken away by a bald monk chanting sutras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, that man was from Wuliang Mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Li family, those with supreme talent usually entered the top factions of Dayu to cultivate—this was also one way top factions extended their networks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those with lesser talent, like Er Niang’s second son, who measured only a Grade Seven Battle Body, were still considered geniuses—but clearly fell far short of true prodigies. They would later enter the Tan Palace Academy in Qingzhou City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Wu Niang’s maternal sorrow, Li Wushuang’s young face showed maturity, like a small adult—she merely nodded calmly and told her parents to take care of themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the girl’s gaze swept across the courtyard, looking at everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she passed Li Hao, she gave only a brief glance—she had no memory of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the third-generation children of the household, the ones her mother mentioned most often were only a few—those with supreme talent, like Er Niang’s child Li Qianfeng, whom she was striving to surpass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest, she no longer noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immersed in the great vat of martial cultivation, the words of her mother, her martial instructors, the servants—all had seeped into her ears. Though still young, her mind was mature, her gaze sharp, and she had already set her heart on reaching the pinnacle of martial arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After bidding farewell to her parents amid the farewells of others, the girl left with the Daoist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next time they met, it would likely be years later, when she returned to the household as a famed cultivator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life returned to quiet normalcy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this tranquil passage of time, Li Hao gradually returned to playing chess alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he did not play for experience—he simply contemplated each game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to defeat himself: when holding white stones, he switched his thinking to the white side; when holding black stones, he switched to the black side. Though difficult, it felt like a challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting oneself—this was endless joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this world, entertainment was scarce. Li Hao gradually grew fond of this focused state, especially with the thrill of challenge within it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the maids occasionally saw the young master suddenly startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For instance, while eating quietly, he would suddenly cry out, “Oh no! That move should have been there!” looking utterly dismayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes he would point at the flowerbed and ask the maids beside him: “Do you think this patch of flowers looks like a chessboard?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maids: ???\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t understand. Not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if the young master said it was, then it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he was their own young master—what could they do but go along?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Hao turned six, Lin Haixia came to him and said he would teach him martial techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought over a weapon rack and had Li Hao pick up each weapon and practice with it, just as he had done with Bian Ruxue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since Li Hao’s bones weren’t a top-tier battle body like Bian Ruxue’s, he had delayed training by a year, to avoid hindering bone development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only now did Li Hao realize that this military powerhouse had remained in the household solely to teach him techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can’t cultivate, can I?” Li Hao groaned, dragged out of bed early, yawning, wanting only to crawl back under the covers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First learn the techniques. If one day the commander finds a way to unblock your meridians, you’ll be ready to begin cultivation immediately—without falling behind.” Lin Haixia said. This was his plan: train now, keep it ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if he can cultivate someday? Then he’ll have the skills already.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But what if he can’t?” Li Hao asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re idle anyway,” Lin Haixia replied coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao felt like vomiting blood. What kind of logic was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being idle is better than being exhausted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lin Haixia was determined. No matter how Li Hao pleaded, it was useless. Finally, he scowled and pulled out a bamboo rod: “If you don’t obey, I’ll beat you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao wasn’t afraid of pain—his current body was so weak that unless Lin Haixia truly went all out, it was just tickling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But seeing the man’s seriousness, he decided to temporarily yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao picked up weapons one by one and practiced, only pretending to try—he swung swords, spears, staffs, and clubs with no form or discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he picked up the sword, the little girl stood nearby, eyes bright with anticipation, fists clenched: “Brother Hao, you can do it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao was speechless. He waved the sword a few times carelessly and finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Haixia’s face darkened—he saw right through the boy’s attitude. “None of these weapons today impressed me. You won’t rest. And you won’t touch that damned chessboard again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Lin!” Li Hao wailed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep practicing!” Lin Haixia gritted his teeth, ignoring Li Hao’s pleas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao reluctantly picked up a dao and began swinging, but his mind wasn’t on training. Though he looked serious, his movements were chaotic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Li Hao showed interest in the dao, Lin Haixia began teaching him move by move, starting with the simplest stances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how earnest Lin Haixia was, Li Hao dared not train properly—if the man saw even a glimmer of potential, he’d never stop pushing him. Peace would be impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So whenever Lin Haixia taught, Li Hao nodded vigorously: “I got it. I got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he held the dao, his movements became clumsy and erratic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if his limbs were screaming: “I don’t know anything!” By afternoon, Lin Haixia wanted to curse too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even shaped a single low-grade dao technique. He had zero martial talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled certain prodigies—some with extraordinary talent in one area, yet utterly clueless in others, even worse than ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao seemed to be exactly this kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad his talent was wasted on the wrong thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chess… what the hell was that? Lin Haixia even grew to hate it—why did anyone invent such a boring thing? It was damned! But after his anger, sorrow welled up—could he truly do nothing for the young master? He hated his own powerlessness, hated that he couldn’t repay the commander’s kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced Li Hao to train for another half-month, then finally gave up in despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He told Li Hao that recent changes in Yanbei’s warfront meant he would soon leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao looked at the man and knew his spirit was broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During these days, he had seen the man’s grief—and felt both moved and ashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man had cursed the chessboard, cursed his own teaching failure—but never once cursed Li Hao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Lin, if someone can’t cultivate martial arts, but trains the body and masters techniques, can they still become a master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in the courtyard, Li Hao asked the man who was drinking again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Haixia set his wine down, thought for a moment, then answered with absolute certainty: “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added: “I’ve seen military masters whose physical strength was immense and whose spear techniques were divine—they were true masters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to look at Li Hao, but his gaze quickly dimmed: “Young Master, I know you’re clever and can endure hardship—if you took the body cultivation path, you’d handle it easily, but your martial aptitude...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t finish, his heart heavy with sorrow; he had originally urged Li Hao to study martial techniques for this very reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao looked at him in surprise and said: “I sleep until the sun is high—I’m the one who can endure hardship?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Haixia shook her head slightly, a bitter smile on her lips: “I’ve seen how you play chess—I know you can endure hardship, you just dislike it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Li Hao, he saw the potential to become a supreme warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was intelligence, character, and diligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he lacked martial talent and martial insight entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two were the very tickets to the martial path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you can’t even enter the door, how can you hope for a prime seat? This is why the vast cultivation resources of the Divine General’s Mansion, piled before Li Hao, amounted to nothing but an empty mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Lin Haixia’s words, Li Hao felt a flicker of surprise, glanced at the man beside him, then fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night wind swept in; one man continued drinking, the other stared silently at the night sky—as if a meteor had streaked across it, whose warrior star had fallen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Haixia was leaving; he came to bid Li Hao a formal farewell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao waited for him in the inner courtyard, a vast, empty yard—he had ordered all servants to withdraw to the outer courtyard, leaving only himself to see him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does Lin Uncle find it too quiet?” Li Hao asked with a smile, his small hands behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Haixia sighed softly: “I don’t care about such formalities—but you, I entrust Xue’er to your care. That girl has extraordinary talent in swordcraft; she will surely achieve great things. Treat her well—she will protect you in the future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, his eyes held complex emotion—regret, resignation, and peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, he had completely given up on Li Hao’s martial cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once come to the Divine General’s Mansion full of hope and passion, determined to pour every ounce of his heart into training the commander’s youngest son, repaying his debt of gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he departed with a heart full of regret and loneliness, feeling deeply saddened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao smiled faintly and said: “Lin Uncle, I have nothing to give you upon our meeting—today, as you leave, let me offer you a small gift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want any gift, and I have no right to ask for one—just take care of yourself,” Lin Haixia said, slightly comforted, yet showing no interest in Li Hao’s gift—he lacked nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao said nothing, only slowly walked toward the weapons rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Haixia froze, staring at him in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Li Hao slowly drew a sword from the rack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This sword—I give it to you, Lin Uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disciple thanks you for your teachings!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hao whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, the sword rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture was as light as falling snow; the blade’s light surged like a roaring tide, instantly bursting into countless intricate, exquisite, and dazzlingly beautiful sword blossoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfection—Ocean Without Bounds—Tidal Sword Art! In that moment, the brilliant, dazzling swordlight illuminated the entire empty inner courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It also shone into Lin Haixia’s eyes, turning his dark, constricted pupils into brilliant white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2307,"2026-06-20T02:15:40.176Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9729ea9a17ab67c4368bce2832eb07c197c1df022a18b131adea98afbb9f70ea","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-12","the-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-chapter-10",929,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-name-that-echoes-through-eternity-cover.jpg"]