The clearing where Xiao Yan had chosen to build his dojo was quiet, save for the gentle rustling of leaves and the faint hum of energy resonating from the formation he had crafted. It had taken weeks of effort, but the structure was beginning to take shape.
Xiaojin perched on a half-finished beam, preening its feathers with a mix of grace and arrogance, while Xiaolong lay coiled nearby, his golden eyes half-lidded as he lazily observed Xiao Yan. Xiao Gui was waddling about the clearing, determinedly nudging small stones into a pile as if mimicking Xiao Yan's work.
Xiao Yan chuckled softly at the sight. "I see you've all decided to supervise rather than help today."
Xiaojin chirped indignantly, puffing up its feathers before hopping onto a nearby beam. It flapped its wings and sent a puff of golden flames toward a pile of stones, hardening them instantly.
"I stand corrected," Xiao Yan said dryly, brushing a speck of ash off his sleeve.
Xiaolong rumbled softly, his long, sinuous body curling tighter as he rested his head on his tail. Xiao Gui let out a triumphant squeak, finally toppling the last stone into his improvised pile.
Despite their antics, Xiao Yan couldn't help but feel a sense of peace. The island had become his sanctuary, its energy harmonious and soothing. Yet, as he gazed at the half-finished dojo, a flicker of anticipation stirred within him.
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As the sun climbed higher, Xiao Yan moved to the center of the clearing. His cultivation had been progressing steadily, and the time had come for him to take the next step. The Golden Core Realm was a crucial milestone—a transformation that would solidify his qi into a core of immense energy.
Sitting cross-legged, Xiao Yan closed his eyes and extended his spiritual sense. The formation surrounding the clearing pulsed faintly, amplifying his efforts as he began drawing the island's energy into his dantian.
The qi swirled within him, wild and unrefined, pressing against the boundaries of his control. Xiao Yan's breathing remained steady, his focus sharp as he guided the energy into a dense vortex.
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Xiaojin and Xiaolong watched silently from a safe distance, their usual playfulness replaced with quiet curiosity. Even Xiao Gui had retreated to the edge of the clearing, blinking up at Xiao Yan with wide eyes.
As the energy intensified, the air around Xiao Yan seemed to shimmer. The ground beneath him glowed faintly, the formation's lines pulsing in rhythm with his breathing.
The process was grueling. The qi inside him churned violently, resisting the compression. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, but Xiao Yan's expression remained calm, his will unwavering.
With a final surge of effort, the qi collapsed inward, solidifying into a radiant golden core within his dantian.
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The moment the core formed, a wave of energy exploded outward, rippling through the clearing. Xiaojin let out a startled squawk, flapping its wings as the energy washed over it. Xiaolong hissed softly, his body coiling tightly as the qi flowed over his scales.
When the light faded, Xiao Yan opened his eyes slowly. His gaze was calm, yet his presence radiated a quiet power that seemed to resonate with the island itself.
"It's done," he murmured, his voice carrying a faint echo.
The island responded to his breakthrough, the energy in the air growing sharper and more vibrant. The formation hummed softly, its protective barrier strengthened.
Xiaolong slithered closer, his whiskers twitching as he examined Xiao Yan. The dragon nudged his arm with his snout, his golden eyes filled with curiosity. Xiaojin fluttered down to his shoulder, chirping hesitantly, while Xiao Gui peeked out from behind a rock, watching nervously.
Xiao Yan smiled faintly, resting a hand on Xiaolong's head. "Don't worry. I'm still me."
Xiaojin chirped indignantly, as if to say, You nearly blinded us!
"Perhaps a bit stronger," Xiao Yan admitted, his smile widening.
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As the stars emerged, Xiao Yan stood at the edge of the clearing, gazing out over the island. The world beyond this sanctuary remained a mystery, but for now, his focus was here—on cultivating his strength and protecting this land.
"This island truly is remarkable," he murmured, glancing at the glowing formation lines beneath his feet. "There's much to uncover... and much to prepare for."
Xiaojin chirped softly, settling onto his shoulder, while Xiaolong curled around his feet with a contented rumble. Xiao Gui climbed into his pocket, squeaking quietly.
With his Golden Core formed and the foundation of his sanctuary secure, Xiao Yan felt a rare sense of peace. Though he didn't yet know what lay beyond the horizon, he was certain of one thing: He was ready to face whatever the world had in store.