Wu Lin stared at the setting sun. His scrawny body casted a shadow over the orphanage roof as he was sitting motionlessly contemplating the grandness of the view before him.

It has been over nine years since he had been abandoned. Nine years since tiny bulk with an infant inside had been left on the facility’s wooden stairs. However, Wu Lin was not devoid of parental love. Ladies working in the orphanage cared deeply for its inhabitants even though almost all the time they’ve suffered to satisfy basic needs with the small amount of money they were provided. Even more they had cared for the pitiful Wu Lin.

Of course, children who were old enough to understand the situation strived to aid the orphanage. Unfortunately, because of their age and background options they had were extremely limited. It applied even more to the Wu Lin, whose body was weak for as long as he could recall. Even the common breathing technique which was provided in order to let the children establish basic foundation caused him to feel extreme pain every time he had tried to cultivate. Thus he was only able to do jobs that weren’t physically demanding and after a period of time finally settled as the helper in the nearby nursery house.

Boy knitted his brows with concern. One more year from now he is to participate in Martial Contest, annual event which is supposed to assess his innate talent and future accomplishments. Even if Wu Lin had proven himself unworthy of being admitted to any of the sects he would still be unable to stay in the orphanage anymore. He closed his green eyes as the last rays of sunlight warmed his sunken face.

The boy took off his shirt. Then, with his back straightened he started to cultivate.

Almost instantly he could feel strands of bizarre energy. Every breath he took allowed his awareness to rise and after the moment energy finally started to sip into his body. With every ounce of his consciousness he controlled the flow, cautious not to bite more than he could chew.

Wu Lin gritted his teeth as the grains of sweat started to appear on his forehead. He still remembered the first time he used the breathing technique.

Four years ago, as the uncontrolled energy had spread through his body excruciating pain assaulted his entire entity and aftermath left him bedridden for over a month. This was when he realized that he is but a burden for his benefactors. Unable to understand the reason behind his cursed disposition he decided to, at the very least, train until he somehow manages to pay them back.

Presently, after years of struggle he elongated the daily training time to a little less than one minute. Today, he once again challenged his limits.

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Even though his strength had risen he still was exhausted after the session. Miraculously, a good sleep could lessen the potent aftereffects. This is why Wu Lin had chosen to train at the evenings, had he trained like normal people do, he would be dead tried for the rest of the day. And that would render him unable to work.

Wu Lin could feel that the pain grew stronger with every second. His whole face wet with the sweat, muscles twitching constantly and fists clenched tightly he was yet to give up. With every breath he could feel the leaping agony. As he finally passed the one minute mark he broke the breathing technique and collapsed. He quickly stuffed his mouth with lowest grade, common medicinal grass and swallowed it, his throat parched. Only then he allowed himself to rest. After an hour the boy finally stood up feeling only numbing pain in his heart.

He smirked slightly; extreme happiness surged from his aching heart. The achievement wasn’t much but for him it surely felt like heaven. Although he knew he was still far behind his peers he could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Exhausted Wu Lin grabbed his shirt and went down to wash his body and sleep.

Author note:

Hello. I’m an author of this piece and I hope you enjoyed it. If not, allow me to apologize for all the time you wasted. Well, then – I am obviously not a native English speaker, so if you see mistake please feel free to contact me about it. Seriously, I’ll be obligated. If you’d like to help me some more, I’m looking for proofreaders, just apply the same way. Thanks in advance.

This monstrosity above might be considered as a sort of prologue and introduction of the MC. Of course, he had to be an orphan. Handicapped orphan. He is even more pitiful because his creator went as far as to google some cool (in his opinion) Chinese names (thus I’m not exactly sure if I didn’t name him in some sort of obscure or funny way).

Well, I actually want to see if I could create a kind of the story I like to enjoy so it won’t take an avid reader to see similarities between a number of novels. Primarily – wuxia ones. Maybe I’ll list them some time later. I’ve confessed though, don’t eat me alive.

Let’s see if I could improve my writing skills, shall we? I appreciate advices.

Oww, yeah. If, by any chance, you have enjoyed my work please comment and leave me some feedback. I like feedback, omomom.

Thank you again.

Humble, D.