The Phoenix - Rise Of The Demonic Cultivator

Training And A Touch

Wei Wuxian has never seen a place so mesmerizing. The arena where he is supposed to train, is in reality, a huge ground, the horizon of which merges along the mistiness of the light crimson fog of the mystical sky of the realm. It felt like he is standing on a ground made of light. Right before him, the man, who apparently is the only dweller, and perhaps the patriarch of this realm, is standing like a pensive statue - all stoic and wooden, as if curved out of hard leather.

Wei Wuxian looked around the area, but all he could see was just a fathomless extended stretch of peachy void; mystical and abbysal.

A fresh wave of enthusiasm waved across his body and heart, and with a pair of flaming eyes he gazed at the floor which is nothing but a pellucid platform with peachy tint. There is no sand and soil here on which one shall fall over and over again, and then again rise. The smell of that soil is enfused with the essence of power and vigour; will, determination, fear, rout, and gore and blood.

It is not possible to feel that magical power here within this realm which seems emptier than chilly burial ground; not even the surreal presence of those rotting flesh and bones could be felt here. However, that doesn't matter to Wei Wuxian, for only thing that occupies his heart and mind is to feel the smell of toil and weapons again, and nurture himself to an inevitable being.

Wei Wuxian looked up and was met with a pool of brown striped by golden threads. For the first time in these few months did Wei Wuxian notice the gentle and cottony adoration that was laden in the man's soft eyes. However, being interested in such a detail was the last choice in his mind, he opened his rosy lips to speak.

"What am I supposed to do? " He asked slowly. An obvious confusion was conspicuously flowing around him. No weapon, no instrument for training. What shall he train with?

The former Yunmeng Jiang head disciple missed the sandy training ground where sweet smell of lotuses often lurked in the air...

"Come closer. This ground is all yours. We shall train here everyday. Make sure to feel up this ground and open your heart towards it. Let your soul accept this place as your second home." The man spoke, almost like a teacher.

Wei Wuxian was moved. He closed his eyes, took a breathe, and opened his lids again. His eyes roamed around the delicate void, and started walking around, feeling the overwhelming sensation of every step he took. Much to his surprise, he collided with an invisible wall, and a smile appeared across his face.

After all, this training ground is not as useless as he had assumed it to be. There is a limit of his region, and of course you cannot escape a fight. A faint spiritual energy was guarding the entire place.

He turned towards the man and stared questioningly at him.

"Physical training... For possessing a strong body, accentuated by a strong soul." The man spoke.

"I understand that. How long are we going to stand like this? Are we planning on going for any action or not? I am not interested to waste an ounce of time any further." Like an impatient disciple, Wei Wuxian rambled with a tone of irk.

"Very well. As you wish my... " The man abruptly stopped in the middle of his sentence.

Wei Wuxian raised his eyebrow with a sense of curiousity and an urge for the man to carry on, but suddenly a bright energy flashed accrosed, and his eyes were blinded by a sharp light, followed by a sudden heat wave.

After an entire minute could he open his eyes, and a huge earthly ground washed by realistic sunlight, lay before him. A spark and thrill waved inside him, be it from shock or be it from excitement; he embraced the thrill. The smell of soil and the heat of the sun brought a flux of nostalgia, and a pinch of reality which seemed to be lacking for few months in the realm.