Having reached the main residence, a mixture of nostalgia and apprehension floods my heart. The grand courtyard unfolds before me, a sanctuary I once called home, now standing in all its familiar glory. Tall trees line the perimeter, their lush green leaves rustling gently in the breeze. In the center of the courtyard, a serene pond reflects the moon's soft glow, adding an ethereal touch to the surroundings.
To the left stands the Elder Hall, a magnificent structure adorned with intricate carvings that tell the story of our family's history. The building's wooden panels, weathered by time, hold the wisdom of generations past, each grain a testament to the resilience of the Hao Ren family. Its dark, earthy tones blend harmoniously with the surrounding nature.
In the middle, the main family residence beckons me with its imposing presence. Sturdy stone walls form its foundation, a symbol of the fortitude that has guarded our family for centuries. The architecture carries a sense of tradition, with sweeping roofs and red pillars that exude a timeless elegance. As I draw nearer, I can almost hear the echoes of laughter and conversations that once filled these halls.
To the right, up front, I see the building where the secondary family resides. While not as grand as the main residence, it holds its own charm and warmth. Its beige walls, adorned with intricate golden patterns, speak of familial love and unity, a sanctuary for those who share the Hao Ren bloodline.
The giant fortress-like fence that surrounds the courtyard stands tall and formidable, a symbol of protection against potential threats. A feeling of safety envelops me as I remember the stories of how this mountainous terrain has thwarted countless attempts by enemies to attack the main branch.
My heart weighs heavy with the knowledge that I haven't shared the reason for my prolonged absence with my father or mother. The path I've chosen, the way of lightning cultivation, deviates from the traditional sword and spear cultivation that has been the backbone of the Hao Ren family for generations. I can't help but wonder how they will react when they learn of my decision. Will they be disappointed or understanding?
Taking a deep breath, I gather my resolve and continue toward the main family residence. The memories of my childhood flood my mind, and I yearn for the comforting embrace of home. As I step closer to the entrance, the unease within me gives way to a sense of belonging, of being rooted in this place and its history. With determination in my heart, I cross the threshold, ready to face whatever awaits me and to share the truth of my journey with my family.
As I pass through the gates and stand in front of the main residence, my heart races with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. Before me is my father, Huang Hao Ren, a legendary figure known throughout the land of Atris as the "War-Spear of Hao." His presence commands respect, and his stern expression leaves no room for doubt—I am about to receive a scolding.
"You little silver rat, where have you been?" His booming voice echoes through the courtyard, as forceful as a thunderclap. "Do you think work gets done on its own around here?"
"The last time I've seen your mug was when you went hunting in the mountains 3 years ago. You'd better have an explanation, Xu, your mission was to hunt not to run away from home!".
His words strike me like lightning, and for a moment, I am at a loss for words.
However, I haven't told my father or my mother the reason for my prolonged absence, or that I've chosen the path of lightning cultivation instead of continuing with the traditional paths of the Hao Ren family—the path of the sword or the spear. My decision to embrace the thunderous powers coursing through my veins might not be met with immediate approval. Yet, I must stay true to myself and find the courage to face my father's disappointment and disapproval.
With a sigh, I gather my resolve and reply, "Father, I have much to explain, and I hope you will hear me out." My voice wavers slightly, but I stand tall, ready to face whatever judgment lies ahead. The journey I've undertaken has been one of self-discovery and revelation, and I am determined to share my newfound path with my family, even if it means facing the storm that awaits.
Suddenly, My father's stomping causes crackles to form underneath, adding an air of tension to the already charged atmosphere. His change of expression and raised eyebrow indicate a mixture of surprise and curiosity, as if a sudden realization has dawned upon him. His voice softens, and I sense a shift in his demeanor as he says, "You... would like to explain your absence... Let's hear it then."
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I begin to share the story of my journey, with newfound determination, carefully choosing my words to reveal only what is necessary. I tell him about the tempestuous storm that struck me down and led me to the small cottage, where I discovered the Divine Thunderstrike cultivation manual. I explain how the lightning that coursed through my veins had transformed me, and how I found myself drawn to the path of lightning cultivation.
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The revelation of my journey shows a mix of emotions flickering across his face—surprise, concern, and perhaps a hint of pride. I continue to explain how I've been honing my lightning cultivation in secret, seeking to master the powers that now reside within me.
"I have been away seeking answers and understanding, Father," I say earnestly. "The path of lightning cultivation is rare and powerful, and I believe it holds great potential for me. I wanted to prove myself, to show that I can wield this thunderous power responsibly and with honor."
While I give my father the Divine Thunderstrike cultivation manual, I watch as he reaches out to take it. However, as his fingers brush against the ancient tome, a small surge of lightning emanates from its pages, causing my father to step back in surprise. The lightning is weak, but its presence is enough to startle him.
Shocked by the unexpected reaction of the manual, my father's expression turns into a mix of concern and wariness. In response, he quickly grabs a nearby sword and hurls it towards me. Instinctively, I draw upon my lightning cultivation, summoning a protective barrier that deflects the sword harmlessly away.
His forehead veins bulging and blood on his lips from biting down in anger, my father's voice booms with frustration, "Show me the power of this lightning of yours!"
With determination in my eyes, I summon the lightning energy within me, causing sparks to dance along my fingertips. As I focus, the air crackles with electricity, and a small bolt of lightning arcs from my hand, illuminating the night sky.
My father watches the display with a mixture of awe and concern. Seeing the raw power of lightning before him, he seems to understand the gravity of my chosen path. I can sense his worry, but also a spark of pride in his eyes.
I lower my hand, letting the lightning subside. "I have been practicing diligently, Father," I explain, my voice steady. "I know this power is formidable, and I'm determined to master it."
My father's expression softens, and he nods slowly. "Your determination is evident, Xu," he says, his voice tinged with a mix of emotions. "But remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Promise me that you will not let this lightning consume you."
"I promise, Father," I reply earnestly. "I will wield this power with honor and integrity, and I will do everything in my power to protect our family and our home."
With concern, my father seems to accept my words. "Very well," he says, his tone less stern. "You have always been headstrong, just like your mo..."
Before my father can finish his words, a loud crash echoes through the area. Startled, we both turn towards the source of the noise, only to see my mother, Lingxia Hao Ren, standing in the shattered remains of the window.
Her eyes are filled with concern, but also, with obvious anger. She is known throughout the land of Atris as the "Sword Dance of the West," and her mastery of the sword is unrivaled in this region. Along with my father, known as the "War-Spear of Hao," they both played significant roles in the previous war that took place in the Yong Ning area of Atris, where the Hao Ren family resides. Thanks to their cultivation levels being at the middle and peak of the Golden Core realm, they have lived far longer than non-cultivators. My mother is 120 years old while my father is pushing 135.
Mother's anger is infamous, and during the last war, she was known for her swift and merciless beheading of invaders and their generals who dared trespass into the territory protected by the Hao Ren family.
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"Huang, enough," she says with authority, her voice trembling slightly with the anger that lies just beneath the surface. "Let the boy find his own path. We cannot expect him to follow in our footsteps blindly."
My father's gaze softens as he looks at my mother, recognizing the truth in her words. He takes a deep breath, as if letting go of his earlier anger, and nods in agreement. "You're right, Lingxia," he says, his voice gentler. "Our son is his own person, and he must find his own way."
As I stand there, witnessing this exchange between my parents, I feel a mixture of emotions. Gratitude for my mother's intervention and her understanding of my choices, and admiration for my father's ability to adapt and accept.
With the tension finally dissipating, my mother steps forward, and her hand reaches out to touch my cheek with a tender gesture. "Xu, my dear," she says, her voice now filled with concern and love. "We may not fully understand this path you've chosen, but we trust you. Just promise us that you will be careful and true to yourself." But, without giving me time to respond, with a sigh, she lets out,
"You know, your father here was about to put you through some pain, but don't worry, I have something better in mind."
My mother's smile widens, proud of the decision I've made. "That's my boy," she says, her voice filled with affection. "I have no doubt that you will make us proud."
With her guidance and support, I continue my training, now fully embracing the three paths—lightning, sword, and spear. Each day presents new challenges and discoveries, and I relish the opportunity to grow stronger and wiser.
With the passing of time, my skills in all three disciplines improve, and my reputation as a formidable cultivator spreads throughout the land of Atris. I have quickly become known as the "Tip of the Stormblade" of the Hao Ren family, a fitting title, one that carries both respect and awe.
It embodies all three of my cultivations, especially since the Hao Ren spears have a blade similar to that of the famous glaives.
And so, my journey continues, with the thunderous power of lightning coursing through my veins and the spirit of the ancient Daoists guiding my every step. With the love and support of my family and the camaraderie of dear friends like Lei Zhao, I march forward on the path of cultivation, determined to reach new heights and uncover the secrets that lie in wait.
However, as the two months pass, a growing concern weighs heavily on my heart. Despite my unwavering dedication and countless hours spent in pursuit, the elusive pages of the Divine Thunderstrike manual remain stubbornly empty. The thunderous power that once surged with such promise through my veins now feels tinged with frustration and impatience. It seems that, for all my efforts, I have hit a formidable roadblock...