The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
Atop Bright Heart Peak, within the library room, Lu Ye knelt before Madam Yun, spreading his palm open. Under the slight surge of spirit force in his palm, a Yin Origin smaller than a grain of rice swiftly formed, then transformed into a Yang Origin before reverting to Yin Origin again. In just a few breaths' time, it changed more than a dozen times, transitioning smoothly with the basic element stable.
Madam Yun was inspecting his progress in front of him.
"That will do," Madam Yun spoke.
Only then did Lu Ye dispel the spirit force.
"I must say, there is a reason you received the inheritance of that spirit runes master. You possess a high degree of talent in this path," Madam Yun remarked appreciatively as she looked at him.