Honestly I'm pretty disappointed in this first chapter, but here you go :

Inside the market a boy walked,he was so small and thin that you might not even notice him when walking.He didn’t paying attention to the advertising vendors nor the crowd walking at him, but stared through the fog at the sky above, staring at something beyond the clouds drifting above the sky. Another world lied there beyond the sky, he knew, a world nobody could reach as a mortal, especially him, the worst in hierarchy. He went through his short hair.  

He was Mazir. Simply Mazir. Slaves had no last name. Ever since he was born he was trained to be a slave. To serve the young masters. Some shitty ‘masters’ they were. Mazir doubted they could even hurt a boy half their age.  

Mazir was a six year old boy with black hair and dark brown eyes. He was very thin, to the point his bones could be seen. If not for his breathing , one could mistake him for being dead.

It was a miracle that he was alive. However, although he was alive it didn’t mean he was strong physically. Even a small wind could push him back.

“The ration of food I ate today was way less than before...” His miserable voice came out. He could barely open his dry mouth. Usually slaves were fed once a day or once each two days, but Mazir hadn’t eaten enough to endure the pain of starving.

Mazir suddenly stopped moving. A person bumped into Mazir and suddenly the people behind him stopped too. But not everybody had patience.

“Move you trash.” A man who had little patience pushed him knocking him out of his thoughts. Unfortunately even though the man thought he had used little strength it was enough force to push Mazir to the ground and hit it with his head.

His head which besides a skull didn’t have much protecting hurt. The ground was made from rocks, and he just was unlucky to fall straight into a sharp corner of a rock.

Mazir gnashed his teeth and locked his rage inside. The man was not ordinary. He was a Executive Elder of the Arwen Clan. The Clan which was a huge rival to the clan he was slave to.

“Yes, I’m sorry to have blocked your way.” Mazir could only let these painful words out. The man who was satisfied with his words decided to leave the poor boy and move. His blue robe with long sleeves blocking Mazir’s view.

At that moment he swore.

“There will be a moment when you will have to bow to me, you bastard”

He said to himself. He snorted, seemingly taking out all the breath he gathered in presence of that man and left.

Mazir started to walk towards his so called home, a simple hut in the mountains. If you were thinking that he could escape, you were sadly wrong. The whole mountain where Mazir lived was part of the Yale Clan which he was a slave to.

He had no freedom. There were guards in almost every corner, so even if he tried to escape, even if the Slave Mark didn’t work, the Guards could easily stop him before he managed to escape from the mountain, they were also cultivators. They were way stronger than the thin and pale Mazir.

He noticed that the wind had started to become stronger. A storm was near. He hated storms. They always damaged his hut which he had to repair later. Which took time. Time was precious to him.

Well seems fate didn’t like him, as his hut was shoot off by a lightning. Mazir cursed with all his power. He had nowhere to go now. He ran towards the hut and grabbed a small medallion.

It was something which he always wore. It was like a ghost which could never disappear. But just today he had left it in his hut which was only place he could put it inside where it didn’t enter his pocket.

His shirt burned a bit but he successfully managed to take his medallion out of that hellish fire.

He ran as fast as possible straight to a cave. In this hell, the only place he could think of was a cave near his hut about fifty meters away.

“I must run faster! “ His speed was miserable. He could barely run, that executive elder had hit him in a vital place. Seems he was trying to kill him. Mazir gnashed his teeth and bit his lips to endure the pain.

After he was completely soaked he managed to reach the cave.

However by then pain had consumed all his body.

And then… He fell unconscious…

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He could feel his heartbeat. Was he still alive?

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Mazir slowly opened his eyes. White…

All he saw was White. Pure whiteness. Even more white than snow. His eyes struggled to adapt the color which outshined the lights of the sun.

Was he in heaven?

“Am I in heaven? Have I actually died?” Mazir muttered to himself.

“You aren’t dead and neither are you in heaven. Do you think heaven looks so blank like this? “ An annoyed voice said.

Mazir looked everywhere however he couldn’t find from where the voice came. “Who are you?!” He shouted.

“You think you can find me? You? I can’t even feel the slightest amount of Qi from you!” The voice laughed.

“Qi? You mean that legendary thing which enables even a weak and thin man to destroy huge rocks?” Mazir asked.

“Legendary? Please, from where I come if one doesn’t have Qi he is trash.” The voice said.

“By the way if not in heaven, then where am I ?” He asked.

The voice paused seemingly freezing.

“You are… In the “Legacy”.” He muttered slowly.

“Legacy?” Mazir was very confused. Legacy of what?

“Of the void.” The voice added, somehow reading his thoughts.

Mazir was starting to get angry. What bullshit was this?

“Listen, I may be young and weak, but I’m certainly not stupid! Legacy of the void? Even a baby could see you are lying! In this continent there are only few people who can actually boast that much about elements! Even so there aren’t that many elements,besides elements Like Wind,Fire,Earth,Water or Sound or even Gravity. Void doesn’t exist!” He shouted with anger.

The Voice roared in defense. “You think those fourth grade elements are good?!”

“Fourth Grade?” Was this man crazy or what? Mazir angrily stood up and started to walk away. Until he remembered he had no idea where he was supposed to go.

The voice smirked before muttering to himself, “Let’s see if he could survive this place alone. Let’s see how he would survive against beasts of different power.” Then he would save him and show him how Void was supreme.

Mazir shivered before continuing his way.

“RAAAR!” Suddenly a roar covered his ears. Mazir looked behind. It was a Two Tailed Tiger. Two Tailed Tigers were ferocious in nature. If somebody entered their territory they would immediately attack.

But, what shocked Mazir is how a beast appeared out of nowhere. The Two Tailed Tiger raised it’s claw and swung it straight to Mazir who unconsciously moved away barely escaping unscathed from the attack.

“What the hell!” Mazir doubted he could escape. Because of his weak body and that he could never outrun a tiger.

The Two Tailed Tiger growled at seeing a brat dodge his attack and raised his huge tail. He waved it towards Mazir at a fast speed. It was over.

The Voice chuckled as a mixed purple-black flame appeared and stopped the tail from reaching him.

“This boy is, THE VOID!” The voice laughed.

“Isn’t it awesome?!” The flame crushed the tail and continued to consume the Two Tailed Tiger, despite it’s cries of pain.

Mazir gulped. Even the master of the Yale Clan wouldn’t be able to kill the Two Tailed Tiger so easily!

“Who… who the hell are you!!??” Mazir asked slowly.

“Me? My name is… Azrael… Master of the void.” Azrael said.

“Azrael?” Mazir said slowly.

“And I’ll teach you how to use Void to cultivate!” Azrael chuckled.

“Then…” Mazir bowed thrice meaning he had accepted Azrael as his master.

Azrael materialized in a physical form. He took the form of a middle aged man with a long beard and long black hair.

He was wearing a black robe with long sleeves and a phoenix picture with a purple color.

“I shall gladly be your master, Mazir.” Azrael said, ‘If only he knew how important he is…’ He thought.

Mazir asked, “What should I do about the clan which I’m slave to?”

Azrael chuckled, “Just stay there. You will be strong enough to leave in a few years.”

(AN- Yep not going to rush like I ALWAYS did :D)

(Editor- he double spaced the AN -_-)

(AN- HEY!)

(Editor- Yes?... I also edited that one -_-)

(Lurker- Azrael…. Be creative…)

Mazir nodded.

“Then how do I leave this place?”

He asked.

“Just tell me and I’ll send you off. But I need to tell you something first.” Azrael said.

“You know what cultivating is, correct?” Azrael asked slowly.

Mazir smiled, “No idea.” Azrael punched Mazir in the head.

“Why the heck are you even smiling then?”

“Sorry, I just couldn’t stop smiling after I thought of a man…”

Azrael just sighed.

“Anyway let me explain what Cultivating is.

In a word cultivating is a moment where you manage to gather Qi or have an enlightenment. That’s called cultivating for short. I doubt you’d get the long one so just remember this for now.”

Mazir nodded.

“There are two ways to enter the special moment where you cultivate.

1. Meditate until you manage to enter it.

     Or

1. Forcefully enter it with help.”

Azrael said.

“I shall help you a little but you have to do the rest.”

Mazir nodded.

He sat with his legs crossed with each other. With a long hour of talking with Azrael he had already understood how to Sense(Not true) “Qi”.

However he knew it wouldn’t be easy. From what he knew, even the master of the Yale Clan who was considered a genius of his time had tried twenty times before actually managing to sense the slightest amount of Qi.

He knew he had no chance of doing it before his fiftieth try. He was no ‘Prodigy’(Oh the irony).(Hmm… iron…. Yum (yummy?)

He took a breath and repeated what Azrael had told him, in his mind that is.

There was no actual way to sense Qi. You had to be acknowledged by the Qi itself. Only those with the talent to cultivate were acknowledged though. However there were rare exceptions where Qi refused to accept somebody but was forced to.

Qi choose the best of the best of mortals. Life was and is unfair.

Azrael had given him several talismans which would help him sense Qi. They were Qi Capturing Talisman. They would help him, however the help would be less than 0.1%.

Many lacked even that small help. So he had a very small advantage compared to others who tried to find their way cultivating. Thus, very few managed to actually cultivate and become actual cultivators.

After a nice hour of trying and about ten tries he could feel that he wasn’t too far from reaching that special moment.

“Master I can feel that I’m close?!” Mazir said with excitement visible on his face.

‘Already?’ Azrael was stunned. The Qi Capturing Talismans were made so they did the opposite of what they were made. To make Qi go away as far as possible.

‘Guess I need to raise the difficulty’

He smiled.

-The End-