The morning sun bathed the Sea of Stars Sect courtyard in soft gold, but excitement buzzed in the air like a storm about to break. Today was the day Elder Wu would announce the Trials of the Young Disciples, a rite of passage for the ten-year disciples who had spent the last two years training under the sect's watchful eyes.
Li Shen, still carrying the sting of yesterday's humiliation, sat at the edge of the main courtyard, his gaze on the flowing jade tiles beneath him. The faint pulse in his Sea of Ocean, the spark he had nurtured in secret, hummed softly. It was small—almost imperceptible—but it reminded him that he was not powerless.
Nearby, Zhao Feng stood tall, his violet-tiered spirit root glowing faintly under the morning sun. Mei Lin hovered at the edges of the crowd, her eyes flicking toward Li Shen repeatedly, full of worry and something else—curiosity, maybe even admiration.
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A sharp, commanding voice echoed across the courtyard. Elder Wu had appeared on the stone dais, his robe flowing as he raised one hand.
"Disciples of the Sea of Stars Sect," he began, his voice carrying authority and weight. "The time has come for the Trials of the Young Disciples. This trial shall test not only your mastery over your spirit roots but also your intelligence, agility, teamwork, and adaptability. Each of you will face challenges suited to your awakening: mage, warrior, summoner, or alchemist."
The crowd erupted into chatter. For many, this was an opportunity to prove their worth beyond their tiered spirit roots. For others, a terrifying ordeal loomed.
"The trials will consist of multiple stages," Elder Wu continued. "Elemental control, weapon mastery, summoning strength, and the rare dual-element challenges for those blessed with alchemy. Performance shall determine ranking, privileges, and your place among the sect's elite. Do not underestimate these trials."
Li Shen's heart pounded. Every word, every glance from Elder Wu reminded him of the stakes. The trials would expose him—but also, potentially, provide a stage to test the spark that had begun stirring in secret.
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As the disciples were dismissed to prepare, Zhao Feng moved confidently among his peers, offering advice and flaunting his violet-tiered abilities. His aura radiated superiority, and whispers of his genius rippled through the crowd.
Li Shen retreated to the secluded courtyard once more. Hidden from the prying eyes of others, he resumed focusing on the faint pulse of his Sea of Ocean. Every minute of secret training now carried immense weight. He practiced sensing qi, refining instinctive movements, and strengthening the faint connection that had emerged yesterday.
Mei Lin approached quietly, stopping at the edge of the courtyard. She hesitated, clearly torn.
"Li Shen…" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Be careful. The trials… they are not easy."
"I know," Li Shen replied calmly, though inside, his chest thrummed with tension. "I will not fail. Not again."
Her eyes softened. She wanted to help him, to intervene, but she could not. Her silence was both a curse and a shield, a protection of her own position within the sect.
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By mid-morning, the disciples assembled in the main arena, a wide expanse of jade tiles bordered by the tall pine trees of the sect. Elder Wu's presence commanded silence as he explained the first stage: a multi-discipline challenge designed to test agility, reflexes, elemental or weapon control, and summoning coordination.
Zhao Feng moved confidently to the center, his violet-tiered power manifesting as a faint glow in his hands. The crowd murmured with excitement.
Li Shen followed, deliberately keeping to the edges, his eyes observing. His pulse quickened as he prepared, letting the faint spark in his Sea of Ocean guide his movements.
The trial began. A sudden gust of wind, a surge of elemental energy, and the arena erupted in flashes of power. Zhao Feng struck first, his violet-tiered force slicing through the air with precision, each movement a deadly display of skill.
Li Shen's first attempts were cautious. He dodged, sidestepped, and moved instinctively, guided not by strength, but by the faint whisper of energy within his Sea of Ocean.
The crowd murmured in astonishment. A "rootless" boy dodging a violet-tier attack? Impossible—or so they had thought.
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Zhao Feng's pride flared. His strikes became faster, more aggressive, attempting to overwhelm Li Shen's subtle reactions.
"You… you think you can match me?" Zhao Feng growled. "I will crush you where you stand!"
Li Shen remained calm, focusing on the instinctive pulse of his hidden layers. Each dodge, each sidestep, and each reflexive movement was guided by the spark of his sealed power. Though small, it kept him one step ahead of Zhao Feng's arrogance.
Mei Lin watched from the sidelines, her emotions conflicted. She admired his skill, feared for his safety, and wrestled with the knowledge that this boy—humiliated yesterday—might just have the spark to surpass all expectations.
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During a critical moment, Zhao Feng unleashed a flurry of attacks with blinding speed. Li Shen's instincts, amplified by the faint awakening in his Sea of Ocean, guided his body without conscious thought.
A subtle glow flickered across his left palm, barely visible, but enough that a few attentive disciples noticed. The spark pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat, responding to his will.
Gasps spread through the arena. "Did you see that?" one disciple whispered.
"He… he's moving instinctively!" another added.
"Rootless? Impossible!"
Even Zhao Feng faltered, a rare crack in his violet-tier confidence. This boy… there is something within him…
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The first trial ended with Li Shen holding his ground—not dominant, but certainly no longer defeated. Zhao Feng's pride had been bruised, the crowd whispered about the "rootless" boy's hidden potential, and Mei Lin's conflicted admiration grew.
Li Shen's chest heaved as he retreated to the sidelines. The spark in his Sea of Ocean pulsed steadily, a reminder that the layers sealed within him were awakening, responding to determination and willpower.
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The second phase of the trial began with a sharp clang from Elder Wu's staff, echoing across the arena. Disciples tensed, their eyes fixed on the obstacle course that now unfolded before them. The trial was no longer a mere test of instinctive dodging or elemental control; it was a gauntlet designed to push each disciple to their limit.
The arena transformed magically, jagged stones rising from the ground, elemental hazards surging in controlled bursts, and small pockets of summoning circles appearing at intervals. Each stage was tailored to challenge the disciple's element or awakening.
Li Shen stepped forward, every muscle alert. The spark within his Sea of Ocean throbbed faintly, a subtle reminder that his hidden layers were beginning to stir. He could feel the faint pull guiding his instincts, but he had yet to understand its full power.
Zhao Feng advanced confidently, violet aura flaring from his body. His weapon materialized—a shimmering sword forged from his spirit root. He cut through elemental barriers with precision, the arena echoing with the clash of force and qi.
"Step aside, rootless boy," Zhao Feng called over his shoulder. "This is no place for beginners."
Li Shen ignored the provocation, focusing instead on the first obstacle: a ring of elemental fire erupting from the ground. Timing his movement perfectly, he ducked and rolled, letting the faint energy pulse in his Sea of Ocean guide his steps.
The glow in his left palm flickered faintly—subtle, but enough that a few of the closest disciples noticed.
"Did you see that?" whispered one observer. "It's like he knows where the flames will appear before they happen."
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Zhao Feng frowned, irritation sharpening into fury. He altered his approach, aiming to corner Li Shen with a combination of speed, elemental attacks, and summoning aids. A small, shadowy fox appeared from his summoning circle, its tail flicking dangerously.
Li Shen barely had time to react. His body moved instinctively, sidestepping the fox's attack while ducking under a surge of fire from the ground. He felt the spark within him pulse stronger, guiding him through the chaos.
Despite the odds, he managed to maintain balance, dodging each obstacle with uncanny precision. The crowd murmured again, astonishment spreading like wildfire.
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From the sidelines, Mei Lin's heart ached. She wanted to intervene, to warn him of Zhao Feng's deceptive moves, but doing so would compromise her standing. Instead, she clenched her fists, her eyes never leaving Li Shen.
He's incredible… she thought, her chest tight. I never imagined he could move like that… he's…
A blush crept across her cheeks, unbidden, as she realized her admiration for him had grown. Fear, pride, and something more—perhaps the first stirrings of love—swirled within her.
But her attention snapped back as Zhao Feng's attacks grew more dangerous. She knew that Li Shen's survival depended solely on his instincts and the faint spark within him.
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The arena's final obstacle appeared: a vortex of elemental energy, combining wind, fire, and water in a chaotic storm. Zhao Feng charged with confidence, expecting to clear it effortlessly.
Li Shen hesitated for only a moment, then let the pulse of his Sea of Ocean guide him. His left palm glowed faintly again, the energy flowing into his movements. Each step seemed preordained, every motion a precise dance with danger.
He dodged, weaved, and finally leapt across the last of the elemental barriers, landing on solid ground as the storm subsided. The glow in his palm dimmed, but the spark within remained, steady and alive.
The spectators erupted in whispers:
"Did… did he just—?"
"No way! The rootless boy!"
"Maybe… maybe he's not worthless after all."
Even Zhao Feng's pride faltered. He had underestimated Li Shen, and the realization stung more than any physical defeat could.
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After the trial, Zhao Feng approached Li Shen, aura flaring.
"You… you can't just survive by luck!" Zhao Feng spat, voice sharp. "Who gave you the right to move like that? This is my arena, my victory!"
Li Shen met his gaze calmly, though inside his heart hammered. "I survived because I'm not done yet. And when I awaken fully, I won't just survive—I will surpass everyone."
Zhao Feng's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint surfacing. "We'll see about that. Don't think this changes anything. I'll make sure you regret showing your face in this sect."
The tension between them crackled like static electricity, the rivalry reaching a new peak.
The trials ended for the day, and the disciples dispersed, murmurs of Li Shen's hidden potential spreading quietly. Some respected him now; others doubted or plotted.
Li Shen returned to the secluded courtyard, breathing deeply. The spark in his Sea of Ocean pulsed softly, a reminder that the first layer of his sealed power had begun to awaken.
He knelt, hands resting on the ground, and focused inward. The dragon's whisper returned, soft but clear:
"You have awakened more than you realize. Each trial, each challenge… will strengthen the layers within you. Persist, and rise above all who doubt you."
Li Shen's eyes hardened. He would continue his secret training, nurturing the spark, unlocking layer by layer. Zhao Feng, the disciples, even Mei Lin—none would stop him from reaching his true potential.
As dusk settled over the Sea of Stars Sect, shadows stretched across the jade tiles. Li Shen looked out at the other disciples, his mind clear:
The next trials would be even harder.
Zhao Feng would not relent; rivalry and conflict would escalate.
Hidden powers within him were only beginning to stir.
And somewhere, deep in the shadows, someone—or something—watched him with interest, sensing the faint stirrings of power that could reshape the sect in years to come.
Li Shen clenched his fists. He would rise. He would awaken. He would become a real disciple the Sea of Stars Sect—and the world—would never forget.