Kapitel 2: The Road to Qinghe
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the landscape as Tian Feng descended from the peaks of the Azure Mountains. His senses were heightened, every rustle of leaves and chirp of birds amplified by his newfound awareness. The world seemed more vibrant, more alive, and he felt a deep connection to the spiritual energy that flowed through everything.
As he made his way down the winding path, Tian Feng couldn't help but think of his village. Qinghe was a small, peaceful place, nestled in the valley at the mountain's base. The people there were simple folk, farmers and craftsmen who lived in harmony with nature. His mother, Mei Ling, was known for her skill with herbs and medicines, a talent she had passed down to him.
But the village had fallen on hard times. A drought had withered the crops, and sickness had spread among the villagers. It was this crisis that had driven Tian Feng to venture into the mountains in search of rare herbs. He had never expected to find a path to cultivation instead.
As he neared the edge of the forest, he saw a group of figures blocking the path ahead. Bandits, the same ones who had ambushed him before. They were rough-looking men, armed with crude weapons, and their leader was a burly man with a scar running down his face.
"Well, well," the leader sneered as he spotted Tian Feng. "Look who decided to come back from the dead. Did you find any treasure up there, boy?"
Tian Feng's heart pounded, but he stood his ground. He could feel the spiritual energy within him, ready to be called upon. "I'm just passing through. Let me by, and there won't be any trouble."
The bandits laughed, their leader stepping forward with a malicious grin. "You've got some nerve, kid. Maybe we should teach you a lesson."
Before Tian Feng could react, the leader lunged at him, swinging a crude club. Instinctively, Tian Feng drew upon his newly awakened power. He sidestepped the attack with ease, feeling the energy flow through his limbs, enhancing his speed and strength.
In one fluid motion, he struck the leader with a palm thrust, sending him sprawling to the ground. The other bandits hesitated, shocked by the sudden display of strength. Tian Feng used their hesitation to his advantage, swiftly disarming them and knocking them out one by one.
In a matter of moments, the path was clear. The bandits lay unconscious at his feet, and Tian Feng felt a surge of confidence. This was the power of cultivation, and he had only just begun to tap into it.
He continued on his journey, the village of Qinghe growing closer with each step. As he walked, he thought about the old man's words. Strength alone was not enough; he needed wisdom and compassion as well. The people of his village needed him, and he was determined to help them.
When he finally reached the outskirts of Qinghe, he was greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of home. The villagers were busy tending to their daily tasks, but their faces were etched with worry and fatigue. The drought had taken its toll, and the sickness had claimed many lives.
Tian Feng hurried to his home, a modest cottage on the edge of the village. Inside, he found his mother lying on a straw mat, her face pale and drawn. She looked up as he entered, her eyes widening in surprise.
"Feng'er, you're alive!" Mei Ling exclaimed, struggling to sit up.
Tian Feng rushed to her side, gently helping her back down. "Mother, don't strain yourself. I'm here now, and I'll take care of everything."
Mei Ling smiled weakly, her eyes filled with tears. "I was so worried. The villagers said you had gone missing in the mountains."
"I was lost, but I found my way back," Tian Feng said, his voice firm with determination. "And I found something else as well."
He explained his encounter
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