Baptism of Blood

The first rays of sunlight peeked through the windows, casting a warm glow on the figure lying in bed. He was a young man, no more than fifteen, with messy black hair and a slightly pudgy face. He let out a soft groan as the sunlight hit his eyes, turning over to bury his face in his pillow.

But despite his desire to stay in bed, the young man forced himself to get up. He was a cultivator, and as such, he had a strict daily routine to follow. With a sigh, he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed.

As he stood up, he stretched his arms above his head, letting out a satisfying groan. He may not have been the most talented cultivator in the world, but he was determined to improve. And that meant getting up early every day to practice his techniques and cultivate his Qi.

He made his way to the small bathroom adjacent to his bedroom, splashing cold water on his face to wake himself up. After drying off, he made his way to the small kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast of congee and pickled vegetables.

As he ate, he couldn't help but think about the path ahead. Cultivation was a difficult and treacherous journey, and he knew he had a long way to go before he could truly consider himself a master. But he was determined to persevere, no matter how many obstacles he faced.

With a determined look in his eye, the young man finished his breakfast and set off to begin his daily training regimen. After finishing his breakfast, the young man made his way to the courtyard at the back of his small house. It was his favourite place to train, as it was surrounded by lush greenery and had a clear view of the sky above.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, focusing on the Qi flowing within his body. Slowly, he began to channel it toward his hands, forming a ball of glowing energy between his palms.

He had been practicing this particular technique for weeks, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to mastering it. With a burst of determination, he opened his eyes and focused on the ball of Qi, willing it to grow larger and brighter.

To his surprise, the ball began to grow, pulsing with energy. The young man couldn't contain his excitement as he watched it grow, a broad smile spreading across his face.

Suddenly, the ball of Qi exploded, sending a shockwave rippling through the courtyard. The young man let out a cry of surprise, stumbling backwards as the blast hit him.

When the dust settled, he was panting and covered in sweat, but there was a sense of accomplishment in his eyes. He had done it - he had finally mastered the technique.

With a triumphant grin, the young man made his way back to his house, eager to rest and recharge before continuing his training. He knew that he still had a long way to go on his cultivation journey.

Thale sat cross-legged on the floor of his small courtyard, surrounded by the peaceful greenery that he had come to love. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the Qi flowing within his body.

As he cultivated, he couldn't help but think about the journey ahead. He had heard stories of cultivators going on adventures, moving mountains and changing the seas. They go through countless obstacles and challenges to improve their martial way, and Thale was determined to persevere.

He had always been a hard worker, and deep down in his bones he understood that his dedication and determination would be the key to his success. With a renewed sense of purpose, he opened his eyes and continued his cultivation, pushing himself to the limits of his abilities.

As the sun began to set, Thale finished his training for the day. He was exhausted, but there was a sense of satisfaction in his eyes as he stood up and stretched his aching muscles.

Thale is on the path of cultivation, a long and exciting journey but he was ready for whatever challenges lay ahead. He was Thale, a young cultivator with a bright future ahead of him.