Mist drifted lazily over Wen Clan Mountain, curling around tiled roofs and training pavilions as the first touch of sunlight warmed the morning air. In the spacious clan courtyard, disciples practiced their movements in steady rhythms, their breathing calm and unified.
For most, it was simply the beginning of another day of cultivation.
For Wen Chen, it felt like any other morning—quiet, familiar, predictable.
He stood at the far edge of the training grounds, watching the older disciples strengthen their bodies and refine their qi. Fists cut through the air with soft whooshes. Feet struck the ground in practiced patterns. The courtyard buzzed with life and discipline.
Wen Chen observed everything quietly.
He was small, often unnoticed, and his Mortal Root made cultivation hard for him. His father was strict, his elder brother was gifted, and he simply… tried to keep up.
Nothing about today seemed unusual.
Until tiny lights began appearing in the air.
Soft glimmers.
Small orbs.
Faintly colored and drifting gently like dust caught in sunlight.
Wen Chen blinked.
The disciples didn't react.
No one else seemed to see anything.
A white orb floated from the movement of a nearby punch technique, drifting toward him at a slow, steady pace.
Curious, he reached out.
Touch.
The orb dissolved into warm light and sank into his palm. A soft chime echoed inside his mind, gentle and clear.
A golden panel appeared before him.
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[Golden Talent Panel]
Name: Wen Chen
Cultivation: Body Tempering – Stage 1
Talent: Mortal Root
Luck Points: 1
Function:
– Luck Points can upgrade Talent
– Luck Orbs appear during martial cultivation
– Touch to absorb
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Wen Chen stared in quiet amazement.
More orbs appeared—green from intense training, blue from comprehension, red from sparring. They floated slowly toward him, peaceful and silent.
He reached out again.
Touch.
Warmth spread gently through his arm.
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[Luck Points +5 → 6]
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Wen Chen's eyes brightened.
Not with shock, not with sudden ambition—
just a simple, quiet realization.
His Talent could change.
He didn't need to be discouraged.
He didn't need to be the weak one forever.
With every orb, with every patient step, he could improve.
He took a soft breath and touched another orb.
Touch.
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[Luck Points +7 → 13]
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Around him, the disciples continued training, unaware of the small miracle unfolding beside them. Wen Chen gently closed his hand.
This life…
he would progress at his own pace.
Calmly.
Steadily.
One orb at a time.
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