I had sat down to cultivate quietly, letting the serenity of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well calm my restless thoughts. My father and nephew had left to begin the next step of Dugu Bei's plan, leaving me alone with my thoughts. The last few weeks had been nothing short of unreal.
Dugu Bei, a six-year-old child, is probably the most talented person this continent has ever seen. His feats defied logic and convention. Yet, to me, he was still my precious little nephew. Watching him fight those ferocious soul beasts had been an experience that both filled me with pride and made my heart race with fear.
Even as I reflected on his immense potential, one thing remained clear: he was still a child. Carrying him here after he passed out had brought that reality crashing back. Seeing a six-year-old fight beasts that even I would hesitate to approach without Father at my side was mind-blowing. Yet, through all of it, I couldn't feel envy or resentment—only determination. My nephew had a future I couldn't begin to fathom, but that also meant he'd have enemies I couldn't yet imagine. I needed to get stronger, not just for myself but for him. I wanted to ensure that, no matter what came, he could count on me to protect him.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my father's panicked voice, yelling Dugu Bei's name. My eyes snapped open, and I bolted toward the source of the commotion.
When I reached the scene, my father's face was pale with worry. "What happened?" I demanded, my heart pounding.
"He… he leaped into the well after eating 2 Immortal Herbs," my father said, his voice shaky. "The boy… he smiled at me before jumping in! What was he thinking?"
I placed a steadying hand on my father's shoulder. "Father, if Bei said not to worry, then we have to trust him." My words were firm, but deep down, I couldn't stop the gnawing anxiety.
We both stood there, helplessly watching the turbulent waters of the well. Minutes felt like hours, each one stretching into an eternity. Half an hour passed, and neither of us spoke. Finally, I broke the silence.
"Father," I began, my voice resolute. "After Bei heals me, I'm going to leave. I'll travel to different parts of the world and train harder than ever before. I can't… I won't let myself be surpassed by my six-year-old nephew."
My father glanced at me, his expression a mixture of pride and sadness. He nodded. "Do what you must. But remember, strength isn't just for yourself. It's for those you care about."
Before I could respond, and tell him that's exactly why I'm leaving, to protect the ones I love, a loud explosion echoed from the pool. Steam and energy erupted from the well, and in the center of the chaos, a small figure emerged.
There he was, standing tall on top of a glowing, flying sword. Dugu Bei's six-year-old form looked almost comical on the blade, but the sheer power radiating from him left no room for laughter. The scene was surreal, a perfect blend of innocence and awe-inspiring strength.
The tension in my chest released, and I couldn't help but laugh, a mix of relief and incredulity. "Bei, you…" I trailed off, shaking my head as I struggled to find the words.
Dugu Bei grinned, his eyes sparkling with triumph. Despite everything, he still looked like the same mischievous child I'd carried on my back not long ago. But as I stared at him, I knew. This wasn't just the beginning of his journey. It was the beginning of ours.
"You're unbelievable," I finally said, my laughter fading into a warm smile.