Year 1018 of the Heavenly Golden Dragon Calendar
In the quiet halls of Riverscale Academy, Xianlu Koichi had grown into his role as both a student and a guide. At eighteen, he stood taller, his once boyish features now refined into a breathtakingly handsome visage. His black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of ink, and his onyx eyes, sharp and observant, held a quiet intensity that mirrored the wisdom passed down from his uncle, Yuhen.
It was a typical evening at the Academy, the air heavy with the scent of parchment and ink. Xianlu sat near the front of the dimly lit lecture hall, surrounded by a group of younger students. They fidgeted and whispered, as always, but Xianlu remained still, his focus unwavering.
Yuhen Koichi, though bound to his wheelchair, presided over the room with an air of quiet authority. His long black hair was tied into a messy bun, and his square-shaped glasses glinted faintly in the candlelight, framing his intelligent black eyes. Though his body was frail, his voice held a commanding presence—soft yet filled with a wisdom born from years of struggle and experience, like flower of Chrysanthemum.
Today's lecture was different. Yuhen's stories, always rich with wisdom, seemed particularly poignant as he wove the tale of the Tea Koi and their transformation into Legendary Tea Dragons.
Xianlu listened intently, the story sparking something deep within him. He had heard his uncle tell this tale before, but today it felt different—more urgent. As Yuhen described the koi's journey to the Dragon's Gate, Xianlu's mind drifted to his own struggles.
Uncle Yuhen's weathered hands rested gently on the armrests, his gaze steady as he addressed the gathered children each having unique hair color and scales.
"Let me tell you a story," Yuhen began, his tone calm and soothing. "A story of old, when rivers shimmered with the hues of dawn and dusk, and the land itself was shaped by those who believed in something greater than themselves."
The children, though restless, grew silent at his words. Most were fidgeting, whispering among themselves, but a few remained focused—one of them being Xianlu Koichi, Yuhen's young nephew. Xianlu sat quietly in the front row, his black eyes wide with curiosity as his black long hair sway like a waterfall, watching his uncle with an intense gaze as if hanging onto every word.
"Long ago," Yuhen continued, his clear voice weaving through the dim room, "there lived a school of fish unlike any other— the Tea Koi. These koi were no ordinary carps. Their bloodlines were infused with the essence of various teas, each carrying a unique power tied to nature."
Several students murmured softly, exchanging glances. Yuhen let the silence linger, his clear eyes briefly scanning the room before continuing.
"Through generations, these koi lived harmoniously with the rivers and the land. But, as with all things in life, not everyone sought peace."
The children's whispers grew louder. Some shifted uneasily, casting glances toward the door as though the shadows of the story might reach them. Xianlu remained still, his gaze unwavering as Yuhen spoke.
"There was a faction," Yuhen said, his voice dropping to a lower, almost ominous tone. "A faction known as the Obsidian Serpents. Masters of dark sorcery and deceit, they desired to control the land and corrupt the pure lakes of the Tea Koi."
A boy with blue hair and light-blue scales near the back of the room interrupted Yuhen, speaking louder than he meant to. "What kind of sorcery did they use?"
The rest of the students turned to look, their attention momentarily fixed on the boy. Yuhen paused, his expression softening. "They used illusions, shadows, and lies. They twisted the lakes and the nearby forests into nightmares. The Obsidian Serpents sought not just control, but to spread chaos, feeding off the fear of those who lived in peace."
One of the pink haired and pink scaled girls sighed, rolling her eyes. "Why didn't the Tea Koi just fight them?"
"Because," Yuhen said gently, "the Tea Koi were protectors, not conquerors. They valued harmony above all else. They believed in unity, not destruction."
The boy who had spoken earlier frowned, clearly frustrated by the answer. Several other students nodded, agreeing quietly.
"The Tea Koi knew the Obsidian Serpents wouldn't stop," Yuhen continued. "Their powers grew stronger with each battle. So, they prepared for something greater."
Xianlu's gaze shifted toward his uncle, his expression one of thoughtful understanding. Yuhen continued, his voice steady.
"The Tea Koi sought the Dragon's Gate—the place where the rivers met the skies. It was a challenge, a test not only of strength but of resolve. Only the most devoted koi could ascend."
Xianlu leaned slightly forward, watching Yuhen with rapt attention. The other children shifted restlessly again, but a few remained still, caught in the tale.
"To reach the Dragon's Gate, they had to prove their worth. Their scales turned into armor, their fins into wings. And when they emerged, they became the Legendary Tea Dragons."
The boy who had spoken earlier whispered, "Did they win?"
"The Tea Dragons gave everything to protect the land," Yuhen said. "In their final battle, they faced the Obsidian Serpents in a storm of fire, light, and shadows. Together, they sealed their enemies away, sacrificing their very existence to save the world."
The room grew silent. The candle flames flickered, casting long shadows across the walls as Yuhen paused. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air.
"Though the Tea Dragons are gone," Yuhen continued softly, "their legacy remains. Their spirit flows through the rivers, through the mountains. Their essence protects the harmony they fought for. They flow in each and one of us."
"Will we ever see them again?" the girl earlier asked timidly.
Yuhen smiled faintly. "They live in the stillness of the night. On nights when the moon is bright and the waters are calm, their silhouettes can be seen dancing across the surface."
Xianlu's eyes flicked to the window briefly, imagining the scene.
"So, remember this story," Yuhen said as the children began shifting again. "It is a story of sacrifice, of unity, and the strength that lies not in what we take, but in what we give."
The students murmured softly, some nodding, others still restless. Xianlu sat quietly, absorbing the tale as Yuhen's voice faded into the stillness.
When the last word was spoken, Yuhen smiled at his nephew, though Xianlu did not speak. Instead, he simply continued to listen, the weight of the story settling deep within his heart.
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Only five years ago, Xianlu had faced the harsh reality of his own limitations during the Clan's annual aptitude test. His disqualification, deemed unfit to cultivate due to his disarrayed veins, had left a mark that lingered even now. But instead of succumbing to despair, Xianlu had channeled his energy into learning, growing, and finding a new path forward.
At sixteen, he had declared his dream to help others who had been told they couldn't achieve greatness. Now, at eighteen, Xianlu had become a beacon of hope for the younger generation at Riverscale Academy, much like the Tea Koi in Yuhen's tale.
His sharp mind and kind heart earned him respect among students and teachers alike. Though he couldn't cultivate Qi, Xianlu's expertise in Vein-Weaving theory and his intuitive understanding of Qi pathways made him an invaluable asset to the Academy.
As Yuhen concluded the story, the students began to disperse, their chatter filling the once-still hall. Xianlu stayed behind, quietly helping his uncle gather his materials.
"You always tell that story like you were there," Xianlu teased, a small smile playing on his lips.
Yuhen chuckled, the sound soft and warm. "Some stories live within us, Xian-Xian. Whether or not we were there, we carry their lessons."
Xianlu nodded thoughtfully, his gaze flickering to the window where the moonlight spilled into the room. "Do you think the Tea Dragons truly existed?"
Yuhen paused, his expression contemplative. "Perhaps not in the way the story tells. But the spirit of their sacrifice? That is real. And I see that same spirit in you."
Xianlu's eyes widened slightly, surprised by the comment. Before he could respond, Yuhen added, "You've come so far, Xian-Xian. You remind me of the koi swimming against the current, always striving for something greater."
A faint blush dusted Xianlu's pale cheeks. "I'm just doing what you and Grandpa taught me, Uncle."
Yuhen smiled, his gaze warm. "And that's why you'll go further than either of us ever could."
As the two of them exited the hall, the morning air greeted them with a cool embrace. Xianlu glanced up at the sky, his heart heavy with the weight of Yuhen's words. The clouds above seemed drifted like koi fishes, as if the spirits of the Tea Dragons themselves were watching.
Xianlu tightened his resolve. The story of the Tea Koi wasn't just a tale for children. It was a reminder of what it meant to persevere, to fight for harmony and to leave a legacy greater than oneself.
And just like those legendary koi, Xianlu knew his journey was only beginning.
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In the world of Vein-Weaving, the delicate dance between flesh, blood, and the ethereal essence of World Qi shapes every aspect of existence. At its heart lies a system that binds an individual's power to their Qi-Veins—metaphysical conduits connected deeply to their bloodline, granting the ability to wield Bloodline Qi, the very life force that flows through all things. This intricate web of Qi-Veins serves as the foundation for cultivating power, where purity, strength, and ancestral ties determine the depth of one's potential.
The concept of Qi-Veins in this world is deeply personal, yet complex. Each person is born with a unique set of these spiritual networks, which extend beyond the physical realm and are resonating with their Bloodline Core—an awakened heart, a wellspring of inherited traits and latent abilities.
Noble Qi-Veins are those that have been refined over generations, descended from ancient, powerful lineages. They are efficient in absorbing and refining World Qi—the ambient energy that permeates the world, granting their bearers unparalleled mastery over the energies that course through their bodies. On the other hand, Knight Qi-Veins and Common Qi-Veins, formed from mixed or weaker bloodlines, are less direct in their absorption but offer adaptability and versatility. Such Qi-Veins may struggle to reach the heights of nobleblood cultivators, but they allow individuals to forge paths that are uniquely suited to their circumstances.
In rare cases, mutated Qi-Veins arise—anomalies that defy expectation, granting unpredictable abilities that may lead to extraordinary power or disastrous consequences.
World Qi itself is an omnipresent force, the very essence of life and nature that exists in the air, the ground, and within the very veins of all living beings. For Vein-Weavers, their connection to World Qi is as profound as it is personal. The stronger the lineage and more noble the Qi-Veins and Bloodline Core, the deeper the resonance with World Qi. This resonance allows for an almost symbiotic relationship, where World Qi flows smoothly and abundantly, fostering unparalleled control over its vast potential. Conversely, weaker bloodlines or fragmented Veins must contend with a more limited, fluctuating flow of World Qi, demanding painstaking effort to cultivate their abilities.
In addition to the basic flow of World Qi, there exists a more specialized form known as Bloodline Qi. This converted energy is more potent and far more attuned to the individual's Bloodline Core and Qi-Veins than World Qi, acting as a personal conduit that manifests unique abilities. A Noble cultivator can wield this energy with greater precision, manipulating it to enhance physical capabilities, channel elemental forces, or even awaken dormant talents. For those with Knight or Common Qi-Veins, however, refining and harnessing Bloodline Qi is a far more arduous process, requiring not only exceptional determination but also significant external resources—beast cores, rare alchemical ingredients, and ancient relics.
Beyond the basic manipulation of Qi lies the manifestation of Bloodline Abilities. These are the innate skills bestowed by one's Bloodline Core, unique expressions of their lineage that serve as a reflection of the ancestral power they carry. Some Bloodline Abilities are straightforward—enhanced strength, speed, or resilience—while others are far rarer, allowing cultivators to transcend the mundane and tap into more esoteric powers such as precognition or the ability to command natural elements.
In some cases, two or more dominant bloodlines may merge, creating Dual Ability bloodlines—melding distinct strengths into a single, formidable force. Yet, even greater risks lie in the hands of those with Mutated Qi-Veins, whose abilities can manifest entirely new, unpredictable powers that challenge the boundaries of what is considered normal or safe.
The journey of a Vein-Weaver is not a simple ascent, but a progression marked by distinct stages of growth and mastery.
Stage 1: Awakening
It begins with the Awakening of the Qi-Veins—a critical moment when a cultivator first taps into their spiritual network, sensing the flow of World Qi for the first time. This awakening can be sparked by rituals, intense training, or external catalysts such as ancient texts or life-changing experiences.
Stage 2: Purification
Once awakened, the Qi-Veins demand purification—a refinement of their capacity to absorb and convert World Qi to Bloodline Qi. Noble Qi-Veins purify quickly, but require access to rare and powerful resources—elixirs, beast cores, or forbidden knowledge.
Knight and Common Qi-Veins, however, are more resistant, requiring painstaking effort and perilous trials to achieve even incremental progress.
Stage 3: Expansion
Following purification, the process of Vein Expansion begins—a stage where cultivators strive to widen their spiritual pathways, allowing for greater control over the flow of Qi. This stage is marked by three breakthroughs—moments of intense struggle where the body adapts, and the Veins transform.
First Breakthrough:
Initial expansions focus on smaller regions, such as the arms or chest.
Second Breakthrough;
Gradually spreading throughout full torso and lower body with each successive breakthrough.
Third Breakthrough:
The ultimate goal is Full Vein Expansion, where every vein within the body is transformed into a spiritual conduit capable of handling vast quantities of Bloodline Qi.
Yet this process is far from easy. It demands extreme discipline, frequent meditation, and often life-threatening battles to push one's body to its limits. In some cases, external aids such as medicinal pills, elixirs, or beast cores are employed to assist the process, but these can carry risks of their own—impurities and side effects that may weaken the veins rather than strengthen them.
Stage 4: Bloodline Awakening
Beyond Expansion lies the pinnacle—Bloodline Awakening. At this stage, the Heart transforms into a Bloodline Core that resonates completely with the Qi-Veins, unlocking previously hidden abilities and granting deeper mastery over one's innate talents.
For some, this may be the beginning of an evolutionary process where the bloodline itself grows stronger, allowing for entirely new abilities to emerge—some entirely unforeseen.
Others may undergo a fusion of two bloodlines, creating a hybrid Bloodline Core that acts as a crucible of power, merging distinct strengths into something wholly new and unpredictable. However, such techniques are perilous, fraught with danger, as success is far from guaranteed, and the consequences of failure may be irreparable.
For those who achieved Bloodline Awakening, they are now considered as official Vein-Weavers.
As Vein-Weaver traverse these stages, society itself reflects the hierarchical structure dictated by the strength and purity of one's Veins. Noble Vein-Weavers, those with strong bloodlines, occupy the highest echelons of power, commanding vast influence and respect. Knight and Common Vein-Weavers occupy the lower ranks, often viewed as average or insignificant in comparison.
Those with Mutated Qi-Veins, however, are a constant source of fear and suspicion, their abilities seen as a threat to stability. Yet even within this rigid hierarchy, opportunities emerge for those bold enough to challenge their limitations, forging new paths through the refinement of Bloodline Qi and the mastery of their abilities.
Conflict within this world is inevitable. Bloodline Wars rage across regions as families and factions vie for the rare resources necessary to refine their Qi-Veins.
Rivalries are driven not only by power but by the thirst for knowledge and control over rare alchemical techniques, ancient texts, and forbidden arts.
Alchemists, too, play a pivotal role in this system, crafting elixirs and artifacts imbued with refined Qi, enhancing the abilities of Vein-Weavers and offering unparalleled power to those who dare to seek them.
The world of Vein-Weaving is a realm of endless struggle and refinement, where every step forward demands sacrifice and perseverance. Within it, those who rise to mastery through the cultivation of their Qi-Veins carve their destinies into the very fabric of existence, becoming legends—or cautionary tales—through the very essence of World itself.
The Riverscale Valley and the Riverscale Clan
Nestled between rolling hills and situated along the banks of the Riverscale River, the Riverscale Valley was a tranquil place where the natural world and human ingenuity intertwined. This verdant expanse, shrouded in mist during dawn, held a special allure for travelers and seekers of harmony.
It was the birthplace of the Riverscale Clan—a lineage rooted in the ancient practice of Vein-Weaving, where one's connection to their bloodline determined their aptitude for cultivation, martial prowess, and the raising of Tea Koi.
The Riverscale River, the lifeblood of the valley, flowed gently through the region, weaving its way through lush fields and fertile banks.
Known for its pristine waters and abundance of natural energy, the river was integral to the clan's economy and daily life. It provided sustenance, irrigation for farmland, and a sanctuary for the Tea Koi carps—a unique breed of carp nurtured by the valley's environment.
The Tea Koi, a vital resource for the Riverscale Clan, were more than just a means of sustenance.
Possessing properties that enhanced cultivation and healing, these fish, especially their blood and scales, became both a commodity and a foundation of the clan's prosperity.
With each generation, Vein-Weavers of the Riverscale Clan developed new techniques for cultivating Tea Koi, refining their abilities through rigorous training and integrating their bloodline's essence into their practice.
The clan, while unified in spirit, was divided into three dominant factions, each contributing to the prosperity and stability of the Riverscale Valley in its own unique way:
Herb Farmer Faction
The Herb Farmer Faction held dominion over the valley's expansive fields. These cultivators specialized in the growth and refinement of medicinal herbs, essential for both the local economy and the clan's well-being. Known for their deep knowledge of alchemy and natural remedies, they worked tirelessly to supply the region with healing herbs and rare plants. Their influence extended beyond the valley, as their crafted remedies were sought after by neighboring clans and traders from distant lands.
Tea Koi Farmer Faction
Controlling the Riverscale River, the Tea Koi Farmer Faction dedicated itself to raising and cultivating the prized Tea Koi. They possessed a particular affinity for breeding these fish, blending their bloodline's abilities with the river's energy to produce the finest specimens. These Tea Koi not only served as a source of sustenance and medicine but also supported the clan's cultivation advancements. Their methods, though shrouded in secrecy, ensured the highest quality fish for their markets.
Martial Arts Faction
At the heart of the Riverscale Clan's leadership was the Martial Arts Faction. Led by the clan's Grand Elder and patriarch, Riverscale Patriarch, this faction maintained the clan's honor through rigorous combat training and martial skill.
The Riverscale Patriarch was said to be at a cultivation level higher than Bloodline Awakening. He is the patriarch of the Koicha Household as well, the dominant household in the Riverscale Clan, composed of three Noble families and small ones.
The clan leader, wielding the authority of this faction, held the reins of power, balancing the interests of both the Herb and Tea Koi factions. The Martial Arts Faction also served as the guardians of tradition, guiding younger generations in the ways of self-discipline and combat mastery.
Beyond these primary factions, the Riverscale Valley was home to several dependent factions—smaller groups who had pledged their loyalty to the Riverscale Clan in exchange for protection and a place within the valley. These factions bore unique bloodlines, each offering distinct abilities.
One example is the merchant clan of Renmizu Clan. They provide the Riverscale Clan with their chamber of commerce commodities that allowed the Riverscale Clan to trade with outside forces.
Each faction, though distinct, held mutual respect for one another, recognizing the balance required to sustain the harmony within the Riverscale Valley. However, beneath this unity were subtle rivalries, with each faction striving to outdo the other in their respective fields.
Xianlu Koicha, born into this intricate web of factions as one of the small extended Koicha Household relative. His grandfather, Daiten Koicha, presided over a thriving tea shop where only the finest blends were offered, while his uncle Yuhen, a teacher at the Riverscale Academy, focused on guiding the youth in the arts of Vein-Weaving and cultivation. As a small family relative to the Koicha Household, their family focused on the blend of commerce, martial discipline, and the pursuit of harmony that defined the Koicha Clan.
The Riverscale Valley, as it stood, was more than just a place—it was a legacy. Each generation nurtured its power, weaving the past into the present, ensuring that the essence of the Tea Koi Bloodline remained a beacon of prosperity for future Riverscale Clan descendants.
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The sun hung low over Riverscale Valley, painting the landscape in shades of amber and gold.
The winding Riverscale River meandered through the heart of the valley, its waters clear and cool, weaving through fields of tea herbs and pastures where a school of Tea Koi thrived. Xianlu Koicha followed the familiar path leading back to his family's modest tea shop. The gentle hum of the river, mixed with the occasional rustle of leaves, created a soothing symphony that always seemed to calm his weary mind.
As Xianlu approached the shop, the scent of freshly brewed tea greeted him—a comforting aroma that always relaxed his thoughts. Above the door, a small wooden sign creaked softly in the breeze, reading Koicha's Blossoms.
Inside, the shop was bustling with activity. Shelves lined with jars of rare teas, fragrant herbs, and delicate bottles of oils filled the space, customers were murmuring as they conversed with their friends.
His grandfather, Daiten Koicha, stood behind the counter, his broad shoulders filling the room as he meticulously inspected a batch of Black Tea leaves. His koi-like scales shimmered black with golden edges, reflecting his immense presence.
His Grandfather was a retired Vein-Weaver. He possessed Knight Qi-Veins and Bloodline Core of the Black Tea Koi Bloodline. His current level is at the Bloodline Awakening at 80% Resonance, which many people respect.
Xianlu entered and his eyes immediately sought out his uncle, Yuhen Koicha, who was seated on a wheelchair by the window, his hands resting on his lap, a serene expression on his face. Yuhen's golden chrysanthemum scales shimmered in the fading sunlight, his aura calm and peaceful.
His uncle, on the other hand, was a crippled Vein-Weaver. Unknown to Xianlu, his uncle had always been confined to a wheelchair. But according to stories, Yuhen possessed Knight Qi-Veins and the rare Chrysanthemum Tea Koi Bloodline.
Xianlu was unsure of his uncle's level, however, for someone who awakened his Qi-Veins, Xianlu knew his uncle was a strong Vein-Weaver in his prime.
"Xian-Xian," Grandfather Daiten said, his booming voice filled with warmth. "You're back early from the academy library today. How was your day without your uncle guiding you there?"
Xianlu gave a small nod, offering a gentle smile. "It was… nothing, Grandpa. I learned more about the different factions in the clan and their roles. There's still so much to understand; I've yet to read every book and haven't mastered everything yet."
Grandfather Daiten chuckled deeply, the sound reverberating through the shop. "Of course, of course. That's why you're here, to learn, adapt, and grow stronger."
Uncle Yuhen leaned forward slightly, his voice soft and clear. "The Martial Arts faction has always been the cornerstone of our clan, but remember, strength comes not only from power but from clarity of purpose. You've shown potential, Xian-Xian. Keep refining your craft."
Xianlu's gaze shifted to his uncle, his expression thoughtful. "Clarity, like your Chrysanthemum Tea Koi Bloodline, Uncle?"
"Indeed," Uncle Yuhen said with a small enigmatic smile. "In every movement, in every breath, clarity guides you. Even in simplicity, there is strength."
Grandfather Daiten chuckled again, clapping his hands on the counter. "Your uncle speaks true. His insight is unmatched, though sometimes wrapped in riddles. You'll understand it better as you grow."
Xianlu glanced around the shop, taking in the familiar surroundings—the rows of herbs and jars, the wooden shelves that creaked with age, and the gentle warmth of the hearth in the corner. Despite the simplicity, it was a place brimming with life and tradition.
"Tonight," Grandfather Daiten continued, "we'll brew something special. Something that will help you hone your focus. Clarity is what your uncle teaches, but precision is where true mastery lies."
"I'll assist with the brewing," Uncle Yuhen added, his voice calm. "It's a good exercise for your mind, Xian-Xian."
Xianlu nodded, feeling the weight of their expectations settle gently on him. His path was clear yet challenging—a balance between his roots and the future he sought. "Thank you, Grandpa and Uncle," he said softly. "I'll do my best."
The trio settled into their evening routine, the rhythmic clinking of teapots and the hum of conversation creating a peaceful ambiance. Outside, the Riverscale River continued its eternal dance, a constant reminder of the harmony between nature and the Riverscale clan's way of life.