The morning sun shone through the leaves of the ancient trees that flanked the Stormhold Sect's training grounds. Disciples were already engaged with their morning exercises, practicing forms and techniques under the supervision of their masters. Liam, despite his fatigue from another night of undercover training, attacked his morning responsibilities with a renewed feeling of purpose.
Liam couldn't help but experience a burst of confidence while doing his tasks. The Celestial Stone had opened up a world of possibilities, which he was keen to explore. He understood, however, that he needed to keep his cover. Drawing attention to oneself would only result in scrutiny and suspicion.
Later that day, while cleaning the steps in the main hall, Liam noticed Olivia Harris arriving. Olivia was a junior disciple renowned for her sweetness and gentle manner. She had always treated Liam with more respect than most, noting his existence rather than disregarding him like others did.
"Liam," she said softly, stopping a few feet away. "Are you okay?" "You appear different these days."
Liam looked up, catching her worried expression. "I am alright, Olivia. "Just trying to stay out of trouble."
Olivia nodded, but her eyes remained troubled. "If you ever need assistance, you can rely on me." I know it's not easy for you here."
"Thank you," Liam replied truly. "Your kindness means a lot."
As Olivia walked away, Liam's determination grew stronger. He wasn't alone in this area; there were individuals who cared, albeit in small numbers. He would use his newly acquired authority to protect them and demonstrate his worth.
That evening, Liam went to the secluded area of the gardens where he had been training. As he grasped the Celestial Stone, he felt a warm, inviting energy that prepared him for another night of cultivation.
He sat cross-legged, eyes closed and focused on the stone. As he meditated, he sensed the usual flow of qi, stronger and more lively than before. He began practicing a new method called Ethereal Qi Weaving, guided by the stone's visions and expertise.
This technique necessitated delicate control, weaving the threads of qi into intricate patterns that boosted his physical and spiritual power. It was a foundational ability that was required for mastering more sophisticated techniques. Liam concentrated, felt the qi flow through his meridians as directed by his will.
Hours passed, and Liam's grasp of the method increased. His body shone slightly with energy, his senses sharpened, and his mind cleared. He sensed a connection to the environment around him, a oneness with the natural forces that permeated all living things.
As dawn neared, Liam stood, feeling energized despite his lack of sleep. He'd made considerable progress, and he could feel his strength growing with each day. He knew it wouldn't be long before he was ready to put his skills to the test against an actual opponent.
The opportunity arrived sooner than expected. The Stormhold Sect has announced a series of internal sparring contests to prepare its adherents for upcoming regional tournaments. Liam's heart raced with the news. This was his time to prove himself, to show everyone that he was more than just a humble servant.
The bouts were set to take place over the course of a week, with followers of similar rankings competing against one another. Liam's name was listed in the lowest rung, reflecting his standing within the sect. He would be up against other beginners, many of whom had already received official training.
As the first day of matches began, the training fields were alive with enthusiasm and anticipation. Disciples and teachers flocked to witness the battles, excited to see who would win. Liam's turn arrived in the afternoon, and he entered the ring with a mix of nervousness and resolve.
His opponent, a stocky boy named Jareth, scoffed at Liam. "Ready to get knocked down, servant boy?"
Liam ignored the taunt, concentrating on his breathing and the flow of qi inside him. He had trained hard for this moment, and he was prepared.
The duel began with Jareth charging forward, his fists flailing. Liam avoided with fluidity and precision. He could feel the qi directing him, which improved his reflexes and strength. As Jareth swung once more, Liam combated with a fast strike, channeling his qi as an altered form of the Dragon's Fury Strike.
The blow knocked Jareth to the ground, panting for air. The audience muttered in amazement, many of whom saw Liam in a new light. He stood straight, his pulse racing with excitement. This was only the beginning.
As Liam left the ring, he noticed Finn Marshall staring from the sidelines, his expression unreadable. Finn's gaze sharpened, and Liam realized he needed to be even more careful. The route ahead was laden with peril and hardships, but he was prepared to face them.
That night, when Liam returned to his secret training location, he felt a sense of success and hope. The Celestial Stone sparkled softly in his palms, serving as a reminder of his inner strength and promise. He had taken the initial steps in his trip, and there was no going back.