The morning air was crisp and quiet. Mohit left his apartment earlier than usual, carrying only a small backpack and his curiosity. Yesterday's encounter with the second spiritual beast still lingered in his mind — a reminder that the world he had stepped into was vast, unpredictable, and full of hidden dangers.
But today, his goal was not to fight. He wanted to understand energy, explore the city outskirts, and maybe, just maybe, find a source of spiritual power strong enough to help him grow.
A Faint Glow
Walking through the narrow alleyways, Mohit felt a familiar pull — a subtle vibration beneath his feet, like faint ripples of energy flowing underground. He followed it instinctively, as he had learned to do during his training.
The pull grew stronger as he approached the edge of the city, where abandoned ruins lay half-hidden by overgrown grass and cracked walls. A soft purple glow emanated from behind one of the collapsed stone walls.
His heart raced.
Could this be… an energy spot?
Mohit knelt near the source. Carefully, he placed his palm over the cracked stone. A faint warmth surged through him immediately. The glow intensified, and he could feel tiny streams of energy flowing into him, faint but steady.
This is… incredible.
He sat cross-legged, focusing entirely on the flow. Slowly, deliberately, he guided the energy into his chest, letting it merge with the faint flame he had nurtured since awakening. His aura shimmered slightly, and he could feel his senses sharpening further.
First Structured Cultivation
Mohit realized he needed a systematic approach to grow stronger. He created a simple routine:
Morning meditation: draw ambient energy from surroundings
Midday practice: focus energy into hands and limbs
Evening reflection: analyze energy flow, refine control
He began following this method. Hours passed, yet he didn't feel fatigue in the same way as yesterday. Instead, he felt energized, as if the hidden energy spot was replenishing his body.
By the afternoon, Mohit could sense energy fluctuations even in distant objects: leaves swaying in the wind, water ripples in a puddle, faint vibrations in nearby walls. The world seemed alive, interconnected through invisible spiritual currents.
Everything has energy… and I can feel it.
As Mohit rested against a crumbling stone wall, he heard soft footsteps approaching. He tensed, ready to react, but relaxed slightly when he saw a figure emerge from the shadows.
It was another teen, about his age, with a calm expression and eyes that seemed to see energy in the air. The stranger gave a faint smile.
"You're practicing too, aren't you?" the teen asked.
Mohit blinked. "Uh… yeah. How did you know?"
"I can sense it," the stranger replied, gesturing to the subtle aura still lingering around Mohit's hands. "It's… rare to see someone control it at your level."
Mohit's pulse quickened. Someone else who could sense energy? Could they be… friendly? Or dangerous?
The teen crouched beside him, studying the ruins. "There are more spots like this. Hidden, secret… you're lucky to find one."
Mohit realized that his journey was no longer solitary. Others were out there — cultivators, allies, or rivals. And the world of spiritual energy was bigger than he had imagined.
Evening Reflection
As the sun set behind distant mountains, Mohit made his way back home. He felt stronger, more aware, and more determined than ever. The faint pulse of energy inside him had grown steadier, and for the first time, he felt the beginnings of real control.
And in the shadows, the stranger's silhouette disappeared among the ruins, leaving a subtle promise: Mohit would not walk this path alone for long.