As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the beast taming grounds of the Clark Sect became a hub of activity. Core disciples congregated, buzzing with anticipation and nervous energy.
Madam Frost and Elder Ring, two figures of authority and respect within the sect, were already present, meticulously noting down the names of the disciples and their assigned personal servants.
Meanwhile, within the royal palace, a different scene unfolded. The sect master Kent Clark, a man of imposing stature and commanding presence, placed a reassuring hand on his son Ethan's shoulder.
"You carry the weight of our clan's honor," he said, his voice firm but laden with paternal concern. "This is your chance to break the hundred-year streak that has shadowed our clan. Train diligently."
Ethan, determination etched on his face, nodded in understanding. "I will not fail you, father," he vowed.
The sect master smiled, a rare show of affection. "Before the Royal Arena competition, I will gift you a Rank 5 mace specialised in Earth Element. It will be a fitting weapon for your strength and potential."
"Thank You, father. I won't disappoint you." Ethan said with a joyful smile. His cheeks went wide after hearing Rank 5 mace.
With a mix of pride and responsibility, Ethan took his leave. Accompanying him were Princess Lanner and the second princess, both equally aware of the significance of the upcoming training.
Outside the palace, the servants who had received notice of the journey were already assembling, ready to depart with the royal heirs. Among them, a muscular man stood in the last line, his face obscured by a mask.
As the group moved toward the beast taming grounds, Princess Lanner, recognized the masked figure. "Why are you wearing a mask?" she asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Eric, keeping pace with the group, responded quietly, he first explained what happened with the Crown Prince in the training ground. " I thought it is best to avoid any further... complications."
Princess Lanner chuckled lightly. "Oh, don't worry about my brother. He's hot-tempered, but at heart, he's a good man. You needn't hide from him."
Despite her reassurance, Eric adjusted his mask, preferring to maintain a low profile. "It's better this way, for now," he said, his voice muffled behind the fabric.
As they approached the bustling beast taming grounds, the air was filled with the sounds of animals and the chatter of excited disciples. Madam Frost and Elder Ring, overseeing the preparations, shouted instructions over the noise.
"Make sure you have everything you need for the training," Madam Frost called out. "This is not a leisure trip; it's a crucial part of your cultivation journey!"
Elder Ring, his voice steady and authoritative, added, "Remember, the training at the Azure Dragon Echoing Caves will be intense. Only those with true dedication and strength will benefit."
The disciples listened intently, the reality of the upcoming challenge settling in. For many, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to prove their worth and advance their cultivation.
The morning sun had climbed high into the sky by the time the old man, a figure both mysterious and commanding, arrived at the beast taming grounds of the Clark Sect. His mode of arrival was as majestic as it was unusual – riding atop a massive Blossomback Elk, a creature of legends, its back covered in a vibrant array of perpetually blooming flowers.
The old man's skin was weathered, telling tales of many years, and his eyes held the wisdom of ages. As the Blossomback Elk landed gracefully, he surveyed the gathered crowd with an indifferent gaze. With a mere gesture, he signaled for everyone to mount the beast.
First to ascend were the royal heirs – Crown Prince Ethan and the princesses. Their demeanor was a blend of regal poise and barely contained excitement. Following them, the sect elders climbed aboard, their movements deliberate and measured, bearing the weight of their years and experience.
The core disciples were next, their youthful energy palpable as they found their places on the Elk's expansive back. Excitement buzzed in the air like a tangible force. Last to board were the servants, including Eric, who took his place at the very end of the Elk, near a patch of large, thorny bushes that grew on its tail.
The old man, having ensured everyone was safely aboard, took a long, scrutinizing look at Eric. There was a sharpness in his gaze that suggested he saw more than what was visible to the eye. Eric met his gaze briefly, an unspoken understanding passing between them, before the old man turned away.
With everyone aboard, the Blossomback Elk began to move, its steps graceful and light despite its size. The sect disciples, caught up in the excitement of the moment, released a flurry of Qi arrows into the sky, creating a dazzling display of lights and colors, a ceremonial send-off fitting for the journey ahead.
The Elk moved with a smooth, undulating gait, carrying its passengers through the air, away from the sect, towards new challenges and adventures. Below them, the landscape of the cultivation world unfolded – a tapestry of mountains, rivers, forests, and villages, each with its own story, its own secrets.
As they traveled, Eric's thoughts were a whirlwind. He pondered over the training that awaited them, the competition, and the unspoken promise he had made to his family. The road ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but within him burned a fire of determination, a resolve to face whatever challenges came his way.
The Blossomback Elk soared higher, leaving the familiar grounds of the sect far behind. For Eric and the others, this journey was a leap into the unknown, a test of their skills and spirits. But it was also an opportunity – a chance to grow, to prove themselves, and to perhaps change the course of their destinies.
The air around them was filled with the sound of laughter, conversations, and the rustling of leaves and flowers on the Elk's back. And as they journeyed on, each person aboard was acutely aware that this was but the beginning of something much larger, a chapter in a story yet to be written.
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