【1】TeProtagoistsIborTaletIsLow (第1/2页)

    “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