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“Waaah...waaah...” Aloudcrypiercedtheair—wasthatmeg?Justmomentsago,Ihademergedfromdarkness. Amanwalkedtowardmewithnervoussteps,whilealycradledme.Themaninwhiterobeswhoheldmebeamedwithjoy. “gratutions,Master!It’saboy,justasexpected!” Themanaddressedas"Master"showedvisibleemotion. “Ialreadychoseaianyan,mythirdchild!” Timeflewby,andnowIamthreeyearsold.AcctoFather,thebestagetobegincultivatioweeoday,hetookmetothefamily''''''''stestingchamber.There,IsawastoneknownastheTalentStone.Bypgmyhandonit,itwouldassessmyiitude,rankingfromgray,red,e,yellow,green,blue,indigo,violet,uptobck—bckbeingthehighest. Theresultappeared:ashadebetweengrayandred.Ohelowestpossible. BothFatherandIfellsilent.Iwasthefirsttospeak. “Father...mytalent...isreallythatlht?” Myfather’sianlon,rankedseongtheFourDivis—Xuanwu,Qinglong,Baihu,andZhuque. Heistalnddignified,andthoughaging,hisbodyremainsfirmandupright,exudingthemajestyon.Hisbrowsaresharplikeswords,hiseyesdarkahafaintgreenglowthatseemstopiercethesoul.Hisskinispalebuthealthy,hisbckhairtihandimmacutelygroomed.Hecarriesacoldbutnotdistantaura—calmandposed.Myelderbrothercloselyresembleshim. Iamthethirdchildinthefamily.Inmygeion,namesarebasedontheFiveElemeh,Metal,Fire,Wood,andWater.MyelderbrotherisTianyao,myeldersisterTianling,andIamTianyan.Ialsohavetwinsisters,stilllearningtospeak,ianmuandTianmiao. Fathersighed. “Well,nothingbedonenow.Startcultivatingfirst.Whenyht,I’lltakeyoutoseekthehelpofAsura.” AsuraisadeityworshipedthroughoutXiatyandmostofAwakenia. Lookingatme,Fathersaid, “Thepathofcultivationsistsofninemajorrealms:QiRefi,Foundatioablishment,GoldenCore,Soul,SoulMovement,SpiritSeparation,Fusion,TributionCrossing,andfinally,GreatAssion. EachrealmisdividedintoEarlyStage,MidStage,LateStage,aage.FromGoldenCoreonward,there''''''''salsoalevelknownasGreatpletion.” IopehebooktitledQiRefiManual,memorizingeveryword,afraidtomissevenasiail. Thiswasmyfirststepintothepathofcultivation.Idarednotsckoff.Sittingcross-legged,IfollowedtheCultivatiohod,adjustingmybreathingandslowlyguidingmybreathintomydantiahodcimedthatqienergywouldnaturallygatheriian—butdespitesittingforalongtime,nothingstirredaroundme,asiftherewasnoqiintheworldatall. AsidefromWater-BlueStar’sthinspiritualenergy,themainreasonmustliewithiIrefusedtogiveup.Wipingthesweatfrommyforehead,Iyeyesandresumedbreathiion. Timepassedslowly.Mylegswerenumb,andmybacksoakedi.Still,mydantianremainedsilent,likeadesert—voidofanyqi. Doubtcreptin. “AmIreallyhopeless?” No—Irefusedtobelievethat! Noonereachestheheavensinoneleap.Iftalentisg,thenI’llmakeupforitwitheffort.Takingadeepbreath,Isteadiedmymindandfocusedmyspiritevenmore. Idon''''''''tknowhowlonghadpassed.Theskyoutsidehaddarkened,andmybodywasnumb,mymindgroggy.JustasIwasabouttogiveup,aslightripplestirreddeepinmydantian—likeastillponddisturbedbyafainttouch.Ittickled. “Q