Cultivation God's Blood

Awakening Power

Ren Tian awoke in his home, the morning sunlight filtering through the cracks in the walls of the hut. His head still felt heavy, and his body was weak, as if he had just endured a violent storm. He sat up, surveying his surroundings, and realized that Old Man Li was sitting beside his bed, his face full of worry.

 

"Ren Tian, you're awake," said Old Man Li, his voice relieved. "You fainted last night. I was so worried."

 

"I... I don't remember what happened," Ren Tian replied, his voice hoarse. "I just remember the cave... and the red crystal stone."

 

Old Man Li's eyes widened, and he grabbed Ren Tian's hand. "The red crystal stone? Did you touch it?" he asked, his voice trembling.

 

Ren Tian nodded, confused.

 

"Yes, Grandpa. When I touched it, strange energy flowed into my body, and I fainted."

 

Old Man Li sighed deeply, and he bowed his head. "That was the legendary Divine Blood," he said, his voice filled with awe and fear. "Divine Blood is a source of unimaginable power, the power of ancient gods. But... it also carries a curse."

 

Ren Tian was shocked, his eyes widening. "A curse? What do you mean, Grandpa?"

 

Old Man Li lifted his head, and he looked at Ren Tian with serious eyes. "Divine Blood has long been lost, and many evil forces seek it. They desire its power to rule the world, to conquer all living things."

 

"Evil forces?" Ren Tian repeated, his voice a whisper. "Who are they?"

 

"They are the Dark Sect, a group of evil cultivators led by Xie Long," replied Old Man Li, his voice shaking. "They thirst for power, and they will stop at nothing to obtain it."

 

Ren Tian felt a chill run down his spine. He had never imagined that he possessed such great power, or that this power would attract the attention of evil forces. "But... why me? Why do I have the Divine Blood?"

 

"I don't know, child," said Old Man Li, shaking his head. "Perhaps fate, perhaps the will of the gods. But one thing is certain, you must be careful, Ren Tian. Your power will attract their attention, and they will come for you."

 

Ren Tian fell silent, his mind racing. He didn't know what to do, or how to protect himself. "What should I do, Grandpa?" he asked, his voice desperate.

 

Old Man Li sighed deeply, and he patted Ren Tian's shoulder. "You must learn to control your power, child. You must become strong, strong enough to protect yourself and the people you love."

 

"But how, Grandpa? I don't know anything about cultivation," said Ren Tian, his voice filled with confusion.

 

"I will teach you, child," said Old Man Li, his eyes glinting with determination. "I may be old, but I still remember some things about cultivation. We will start tomorrow morning. Now, you must rest. You are still weak."

 

Ren Tian nodded, although his mind was still filled with questions and fears. He lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling of the hut. He knew that his life had changed forever, and he had no idea what would happen next.

 

The next morning, Ren Tian woke up feeling refreshed, although his mind was still filled with questions and worry. Old Man Li was already waiting for him outside the hut, with a wooden staff in his hand and a serious expression on his face.

 

"Ready, child?" asked Old Man Li, his voice firm. "We will begin your training today."

 

Ren Tian nodded, although he felt nervous. "Ready, Grandpa. But... what will we do?"

 

"First, we will start with the basics," said Old Man Li, swinging his staff. "Cultivation is about controlling the energy within your body, the energy that flows through all living things. We call it 'qi'."

 

"Qi?" asked Ren Tian, confused. "What is it like?"

 

"Qi is life force, child," replied Old Man Li. "It is the energy that makes us move, think, and breathe. All living things have qi, but only cultivators can control it."

 

Old Man Li began to show Ren Tian some basic movements, slow and flowing movements that looked like a dance. "This is a basic exercise to feel the qi within your body," explained Old Man Li. "Follow my movements, and feel the energy flowing within you."

 

Ren Tian followed Old Man Li's movements, trying to feel the qi within his body. At first, he didn't feel anything, but after a while, he began to feel a strange, warm sensation within him.

 

"I... I feel it," said Ren Tian, his eyes widening. "There's something warm inside me."

 

"Good, child," said Old Man Li, smiling. "That is your qi. Now, we will learn how to control it."

 

The training continued throughout the day, with Old Man Li teaching Ren Tian various cultivation techniques. Ren Tian learned how to direct his qi, how to strengthen his body, and how to use qi to perform powerful movements.

 

"Cultivation requires discipline and patience, child," said Old Man Li, as they rested under a large tree. "Don't give up, and never underestimate yourself."

 

"I won't give up, Grandpa," replied Ren Tian, his voice filled with determination. "I will become strong, strong enough to protect myself and the people I love."

 

As evening fell, Ren Tian felt tired but satisfied. He knew he still had a long way to go, but he also knew he had taken the first step on his journey to become a powerful cultivator.

 

"Thank you, Grandpa," said Ren Tian, as they walked back to their hut. "I learned a lot today."

 

"You're welcome, child," said Old Man Li, smiling. "Remember, true strength is not just about qi, but also about the heart. Never forget that."

 

Ren Tian nodded, understanding Old Man Li's meaning. He knew he wasn't just learning about cultivation, but also about becoming a better person.

 

Days turned into weeks, and Ren Tian continued to train under Old Man Li's guidance. The training was hard and tiring, but Ren Tian never gave up. He was determined to become strong, to protect himself and Old Man Li from the threat of the Dark Sect.

 

One afternoon, as they were resting after a long training session, Ren Tian asked Old Man Li, "Grandpa, what happens if the Dark Sect finds the Divine Blood?"

 

Old Man Li sighed deeply, and he looked at Ren Tian with serious eyes. "If they obtain the Divine Blood, they will become incredibly powerful, child. They will be able to control the world, conquer all living things. They will bring darkness and destruction."

 

Ren Tian fell silent, horrified by the vision. "We can't let that happen," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We must stop them."

 

"We will, child," said Old Man Li, nodding. "But we can't do it alone. We need help."

 

"Help from who?" asked Ren Tian, confused.

 

"There is another sect, a good and powerful sect," replied Old Man Li. "They might be willing to help us."

 

"What sect is it, Grandpa?" asked Ren Tian, curious.

 

"The Crescent Sect," replied Old Man Li. "They are a sect known for their justice and strength. They are led by a wise and powerful woman, Master Moon."

 

"The Crescent Sect?" Ren Tian repeated, impressed. "Will they really help us?"

 

"I believe they will, child," said Old Man Li. "They are a good sect, and they know about the danger of the Dark Sect. We must go there, and ask for their help."

 

"When will we go, Grandpa?" asked Ren Tian, eager.

 

"We will leave tomorrow morning, child," replied Old Man Li. "But we must be careful. The journey to the Crescent Sect is long and dangerous. We might encounter followers of the Dark Sect along the way."

 

"I'm ready, Grandpa," said Ren Tian, his voice filled with determination. "I will do anything to protect you and our village."

 

Old Man Li smiled, proud of his grandson.

 

"I know you will, child," he said. "You have the heart of a hero."

 

That night, Ren Tian and Old Man Li prepared for their journey. They packed their supplies and weapons, and they made plans for their trip. Ren Tian felt nervous and excited. He knew this journey would change his life forever.

 

The next morning, they set out from Mist Village, leaving their humble home behind and embarking on their perilous journey. Ren Tian looked back at the village as they left, and he promised himself that he would return, as a hero.