The morning in Green Willow Village dawned with a gentle serenity, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing in the Zhang family's home. Master Yan, the village elder with eyes that seemed to hold centuries of wisdom, returned to the Zhang abode. His arrival was like the soft rustle of leaves, unobtrusive yet impossible to ignore.

As he stepped over the threshold, his gaze fell upon the Zhang family, each member wrestling with their own thoughts. Zhang Jian and Liu Mei, though still hesitant, wore expressions of quiet support. Zhang Ning's eyes flickered with a mix of pride and worry for her brother.

Master Yan's voice broke the silence. "Have you decided whether Zhang Liwei shall embark on the path of cultivation?" he asked, his tone gentle yet carrying an undercurrent of seriousness.

It was Zhang Liwei who responded, his voice steady despite his young age. "Master Yan, I have pondered deeply. My heart and soul yearn for the path of cultivation. Please, take me under your guidance."

Master Yan studied Zhang Liwei intently, seeing the unwavering determination in the boy's eyes. But he needed to be sure of the boy's resolve. "The journey of cultivation is arduous, Zhang Liwei. It demands not just physical strength, but also an unyielding spirit," he began, his voice echoing with the gravity of experience.

"Are you ready to endure the pain and hardships of tempering your body and soul? Can you bear the loneliness that might come with a life prolonged beyond those you love?" Master Yan's questions hung in the air, heavy with the realities of the cultivator's path.

He posed more questions, each a hammer strike meant to test the resilience of Zhang Liwei's resolve. "What will you do when faced with the inevitable choice between personal gain and moral righteousness? How will you confront the demons, both external and within, on this journey?"

Zhang Liwei listened, his young face a canvas of seriousness, absorbing every word. After a moment of contemplative silence, he answered, each word infused with the depth of his commitment. "I understand the hardships and the solitude that might await me. But my heart is set. I wish to explore the depths of cultivation, to understand its mysteries, and to rise above the ordinary."

The air crackled with unspoken acceptance. A hint of approval flickered behind Master Yan's weathered features, then with a nod, he rose from his seat. "If your resolve matches the fire in your eyes, then step forward, young one."

Without hesitation, Zhang Liwei stood, his heart pounding a rhythmic drum against his ribs. He walked towards Master Yan, each step echoing in the stillness.

Reaching the elder, he knelt, lowering himself with newfound poise and grace. Three times his forehead touched the ground, each kowtow resonating with the solemnity of the oath he silently swore.

Master Yan met his gaze once more, his expression now resolute. "By this act, you become my disciple, Zhang Liwei. You pledge to walk the path of cultivation with discipline, to seek knowledge with diligence, and to uphold the virtues of honor and justice."

"I do, Master," Zhang Liwei's voice rang out, clear and unwavering. "I pledge myself to your guidance and to the path I choose."

A flicker of pride momentarily warmed Master Yan's eyes. With a gentle gesture, he raised Zhang Liwei to his feet. "Then rise, disciple. Your journey begins now."

As Zhang Liwei prepared to leave with Master Yan, his parents gave their reluctant blessing, their voices echoing with a bittersweet melody of love and concern. "Please guide him well, Master Yan," Zhang Jian said, his voice steady but eyes glistening. Liu Mei added, "Thank you for leading our son on this path. Please take good care of him."

With a deep bow to his parents and a reassuring smile to his sister, Zhang Liwei followed Master Yan out of the house, stepping into the morning light that seemed to herald the beginning of his new life.

As Zhang Liwei followed Master Yan through the village, the village houses dwindled, replaced by fields gilded by harvest. Then, rising against the foothills, a house draped in ancient stone and shimmering vines could be seen.

Even though Zhang Liwei had glimpsed the house from afar in his village explorations, it had always maintained an air of mystery. Today, as he walked alongside Master Yan, every step closer seemed to peel back another layer of its veiled secrets. As they neared, the house seemed to shift in the sunlight, revealing details previously unseen, a living entity welcoming him into its hidden world.

"Never have I stood this close to your abode, Master. It feels… different. Alive, somehow." Zhang Liwei's eyes widened with fascination as his hand outstretched to brush against the moss-covered stones.

"Indeed, young disciple. These walls have witnessed many years, imbued with the echoes of my cultivation journey." Master Yan responded, a note of nostalgia in his voice.

Passing through the ornate wooden gates, Zhang Liwei stepped into Master Yan's sanctum for the first time. He was immediately struck by the harmonious blend of simplicity and elegance. "It's more peaceful than I imagined," he remarked, looking around the modestly sized, yet serenely dignified house.

Master Yan led him through the house, each room resonating with a quiet energy. "A cultivator's home is a reflection of their inner self. Balance and harmony with nature are key," he explained.

They eventually stepped into the secluded garden at the back of the house. Unknown to most villagers, this hidden sanctuary was a testament to Master Yan's dedication to cultivation. "This garden is where I find my connection with the natural world," Master Yan shared as they walked along the winding pathways lined with vibrant flora.

Zhang Liwei was captivated by the beauty and tranquility of the space. "It feels like a different realm altogether," he observed, taking in the sights and sounds of the bubbling brook and the rustling leaves.

"It is my personal retreat," Master Yan said, "A place where I meditate and attune myself to the subtle energies of the earth. Here, I have spent countless hours in cultivation."

As they sat on the stone bench amidst the serene backdrop of chrysanthemums and ancient willow trees, Master Yan turned his thoughtful gaze towards the distant mountains, his voice embodying the depth of his experience. "Zhang Liwei, there's much for you to learn about the cultivation realms. It's a complex journey, with each realm encompassing three stages, marking your progress and growth."

Master Yan gestured towards the sky, as if illustrating an invisible ladder reaching upwards. "Your journey begins in the 'Whispering Qi Initiation' realm, then ascend through 'Radiant Foundation Nexus', and onto 'Spirit Core Genesis'. Each realm is a vast expanse, divided into three stages like stepping stones to a celestial peak. These stages mark your climb, each step unlocking greater power and understanding."

His eyes met Zhang Liwei's, conveying a blend of seriousness and encouragement. "These are but stepping stones, my disciple. The true heights pierce the celestial veil, where constellations tremble before true masters. But climb diligently, child, for beneath your feet lies the path to realms where even stars kneel in reverence."

"For now, don't burden yourself with the details of each realm or its stages. As you grow in your cultivation journey, I will guide you through them. Cultivation unfolds one step at a time, and understanding will come as you advance."

Pausing to ensure Zhang Liwei grasped the journey ahead, Master Yan continued, "Think of cultivation like climbing a celestial mountain, young one," Master Yan said, his eyes alight with a hidden flame. "Every foothold tests your mettle, shapes your path. Focus on the ascent, and you'll soon find yourself dancing with the winds on the mountain's crown, the depths and heights unveiled below."

This explanation offered Zhang Liwei a glimpse into the vast and intricate path of cultivation ahead, a journey of self-discovery, discipline, and growth through the rich and complex realms of the cultivator's world.

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Master Yan then shared a personal revelation, "I am at the second stage of the Radiant Foundation Nexus realm, the Glowing Sapling stage. While this degree of cultivation mastery commands respect in this forgotten corner of the continent, in the vast cultivation world, I'm just a mere mote of dust among the celestial dragons."

A look of admiration flickered in Zhang Liwei's eyes. Master Yan continued, "I believe, in time, you will surpass me. Your journey might lead you to heights where you stand among the honored under the heavens."

The conversation then shifted to Zhang Liwei's aspirations. Master Yan asked, "What do you seek on this path, young disciple?"

Zhang Liwei, with a sincerity that belied his age, responded, "Master, I wish to be a figure tall enough to make my family and village proud. If the heavens allow, I want to make the world a better place, even if in small ways, much like Green Willow Village."

Master Yan nodded approvingly but tempered Zhang Liwei's idealism with a dose of reality. "Remember, the world of cultivation is not solely woven with noble threads. There are those who tread in darkness, and your innocence alone is not a shield against serpents lurking in the tall grass. Always be vigilant."

Zhang Liwei absorbed these words, understanding the complexity of the path he was about to tread. Master Yan's wisdom was like a guiding light, illuminating the first steps of a journey that promised to be long and transformative.

In the serene ambience of the garden, Master Yan reached into his robe, retrieving a set of aged books. Their covers, though worn, exuded an aura of deep knowledge and mystic power. He handed them to Zhang Liwei, who accepted them with a mix of reverence and curiosity.

Zhang Liwei, holding the aged books, looked up at Master Yan with curiosity. "How did you come by these, master?"

Master Yan smiled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Ah, these books are a testament to both fortune and the impermanence of the cultivation world. I came across them through a stroke of luck during my travels. They were once used to train young disciples in a secluded sect deep in the mountains. This sect, renowned for its mastery of Earth Qi, met an unfortunate fate, succumbing to a tragic misfortune and fading into history. These texts are among the few remnants of their profound knowledge."

He gestured towards the books in Zhang Liwei's hands. "These are especially suited for those with an affinity to Earth Qi, like you. They are based on drawing power from the earth, harnessing its strength and stability. The techniques and teachings within these pages are rare and invaluable, particularly for a young cultivator on the cusp of his journey."

Master Yan's expression turned serious as he continued. "Remember, Liwei, the knowledge contained in these books is a legacy of a lost sect. It's a treasure trove of wisdom that will guide you in harmonizing your energy with the earth's essence."

Zhang Liwei nodded solemnly, feeling the weight of responsibility and history in his hands. The books were not just guides for cultivation; they were relics of a fallen sect, carrying the hopes and wisdom of past cultivators. With a newfound respect, he carefully turned the pages, ready to absorb the ancient teachings and embark on his path to mastery of the earth's energy.

"The first book," Master Yan began, his voice echoing the depth of centuries, "is titled 'Mountain Echo Breathing.' It teaches the Qi Cultivation Method, vital for your cultivation journey. Qi is the life force that flows through all things. Imagine your breath as the echo of a mountain, resonant and enduring. This method will help you harness the Earth Qi around you, refining it to nourish your body and spirit. Remember, a powerful mountain stands on a firm foundation, and Qi cultivation is the cornerstone of any technique you'll learn in the future. Master it diligently, for without this vital energy, other techniques remain mere whispers, unable to unleash their true might."

"The essence of a mountain," Zhang Liwei murmured, flipping through the aged pages. Intricate diagrams and flowing script danced before his eyes, each stroke promising a profound connection with the earth's unyielding power. "To resonate with such strength, such stability..." His voice trailed off, lost in the intoxicating whispers of ancient knowledge.

Master Yan continued, pointing to the second book. "This one, 'Stone Body Method,' is your guide to Body Tempering. Cultivation is not just about the spirit but also fortifying the body. Like a stone weathering the elements, this method will harden your physique, preparing you for the rigors of advanced cultivation."

Zhang Liwei cradled the second book, its weight a tangible promise of change. "My raw form," he thought, eyes skimming the cover, "yearns for the sculptor's touch. Within these secrets, resilience and might await." The anticipation thrummed within him, a melody of potential echoing in the quiet garden.

"The third text," Master Yan said, indicating the next book, "is 'Mountaintop Strike.' This is a Martial Art, grounded in the unyielding power of a mountain. It teaches a form of striking that combines strength and stability, a reflection of the earth's own might."

"Mountaintop Strike!" Zhang Liwei's eyes devoured the book, picturing earth's might channeled into a cultivator's blow. Stability, unyielding power... not just a technique, but a mountain's spirit unleashed. Imagination thrummed, anticipation coursing through him like the energy of the strike itself.

"Lastly," Master Yan said, gestured towards the final book, "is 'Slope Traverse Step.' This movement technique is essential for cultivating balance and agility, ensuring each step is taken with certainty and grace. Master it, and your feet will become like the very roots of a mountain, planted deep and unwavering. No matter the tempest that rages around you, your stance will remain unyielding."

Sure-footed as a mountain goat, yet unwavering as a stoic peak, Zhang Liwei imagined the steps of Slope Traverse Step. His body swayed with practiced grace, yet his roots burrowed deep, anchoring him against any unseen storm.

Master Yan's gaze held a depth of understanding as he added, "These techniques, collectively known as the 'Silent Mountain Doctrine', were penned by a renowned Earth cultivator from ages past. Each technique within this doctrine synergizes remarkably with the others, creating a harmonious and balanced approach to cultivation."

Master Yan's voice carried a note of respect. "The creator of this doctrine understood that true power in cultivation comes not from flamboyant techniques or immediate gains, but from a deep, unshakeable foundation. By mastering these techniques, you will build a reservoir of strength and stability that will serve you throughout your cultivation journey."

Zhang Liwei listened intently, absorbing every word. The Silent Mountain Doctrine wasn't just a set of techniques; it was a legacy, a testament to the wisdom and insight of a great Earth cultivator. He felt a surge of respect for the ancient master who had devised such a comprehensive and balanced system of cultivation.

As Zhang Liwei held the books close, he felt a reverence blossom within him. "These are not mere vessels of quick power," he mused to himself. "This is a path carved by discipline, resilience, the slow grind of growth. Like the mountains themselves, majestic and unyielding, these techniques demand patience, a commitment to forge oneself like stone against the elements." He exhaled, a quiet rumble that mirrored the distant peaks, ready to embark on this journey not of fleeting bursts, but of unwavering ascent.

With a twinkle in his eye, Master Yan said, "Return home for today, Liwei. Let those books ignite your curiosity. Tomorrow, when you return to this garden, we will begin your formal training with the Silent Mountain Doctrine."

Zhang Liwei, clutching the tomes close to his chest, bowed deeply. "Thank you, master. I will dedicate myself to these teachings."

As he turned to leave, Master Yan's voice followed him, a gentle reminder echoing through the garden, "Remember, disciple, the path of cultivation is arduous but rewarding. Your journey begins with these ancient words but will be shaped by your will and spirit."

With the books in hand, Zhang Liwei left the garden, each step imbued with the resolve to embark on this venerable path, guided by the wisdom of ages past.

Zhang Liwei, laden with the weighty tomes of cultivation, returned home. Excitement and solemnity warred within him as he found Mother and sister, concern and curiosity etched on their faces.

Zhang Liwei shared his exchange with Master Yan, the words echoing amidst the quiet absence of his father, who toiled in the fields, unaware of the momentous shift brewing within their humble walls.

"Master Yan has entrusted these books to me," Zhang Liwei said, displaying the worn covers of the texts. "They are the beginning of my cultivation journey, guiding me in Qi gathering, body tempering, attack, and movement techniques."

Liu Mei, his mother, spoke softly, "We support you, Liwei, even if it means letting you fly beyond our nest. But remember, our love will always be your anchor, no matter how far you soar."

Zhang Liwei nodded, understanding her concerns. "Mother, your love will be the mountain wind at my back, pushing me higher while keeping me grounded."

Settling down with the books, Zhang Liwei began to read aloud, his voice filling the room with words from ancient times.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of burnt orange and lavender, the rhythmic creak of the wooden gate announced the arrival of Zhang Jian, his brow furrowed with the weariness of a day spent tending the fields. "Liu Mei," he called, his voice tinged with relief as he stepped into the warm embrace of their humble home, "what's that captivating voice filling the house?"

Liu Mei, a radiant smile gracing her features, set down her sewing and met his gaze. "Ah, it's Liwei," she chuckled, "lost in the world of cultivation. Master Yan entrusted him with four ancient books today, each a key to unlocking different aspects of this path."

A jolt of surprise and pride danced in Zhang Jian's eyes. He stepped towards the room where the sonorous reading continued, curiosity piqued. Through the crack of the doorway, he glimpsed Zhang Liwei, his face alight with an unfamiliar intensity. The words, ancient and powerful, flowed from his lips like a mountain stream, carving a path through the quiet twilight.

A silent chuckle escaped Zhang Jian's lips. In that moment, he saw not just his son, but a fledgling embarking on a journey far beyond their humble fields. It was a daunting path, yes, but the fire in Liwei's eyes, fueled by curiosity and determination, filled Zhang Jian's heart with a quiet exhilaration.

Later, as the moon washed the village in silver moonlight, Zhang Jian found Liwei dozing amidst the open books, a soft smile playing on his lips. He gently covered him with a blanket, a silent gesture of support and pride. The future, once a blurry horizon, now bloomed with new possibilities, and Zhang Jian, with his wife by his side, was ready to watch his son soar.