The sky was a canvas of swirling, charcoal-colored clouds that seemed to stretch on endlessly. A chill ran through the air, and the occasional flash of lightning illuminated the sky, revealing the ominous depth of the storm clouds. The thunder was a constant presence, a low, rumbling growl that seemed to vibrate through the very ground. It was a foreboding scene, one that seemed to promise danger and turmoil. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, and the wind whipped through the trees, causing them to bend and sway wildly. It was a gloomy, dark, and turbulent day, one that seemed to reflect the turmoil within.
Nestled in the folds of the mountains, a small village lay quietly, hidden from the rest of the world. It was a peaceful place, filled with simple pleasures and the rhythms of everyday life. But on the outskirts of the village, inside a small shed, a child sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the sky.
He was a small boy, no more than eight years old, with dark hair and eyes that seemed to hold a lifetime of sadness. His thin arms and legs hung limply from the chair, and he seemed lost in thought, his expression vacant and lifeless. But if one looked closely, they might see the flicker of complex emotions in those deep, abyss-like eyes – a tinge of despair, a longing for something more, a sense of loss that seemed to weigh on his young shoulders.
It was a poignant scene, one that spoke of pain and hardship, but also of hope and resilience. The child seemed to be searching for something, even as the storm raged on outside, a reminder of the harsh realities of life. But even in the darkest of days, there is always the chance for something better, and perhaps this child, with his quiet strength and unwavering spirit, would find it.
The child let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging with the weight of his emotions. He had been sitting in the shed for an indeterminate amount of time, staring at the stormy sky with a vacant, inexpressive gaze. But now, as he stood up and made his way out of the shed, he seemed to be overwhelmed by a sense of despair and longing.
His thin arms and legs hung limply at his sides as he walked, and his eyes – deep, abyss-like pools that seemed to hold a lifetime of sorrow – were fixed on the ground. He was just a child, but he had already known more than his fair share of hardship and pain. And yet, even in the face of such adversity, he refused to give up. He would keep fighting, no matter how hard it seemed, because he knew that there was always the chance for something better, no matter how bleak the circumstances.
“Well, for now I should head back home.”
Ximen Wei stood at the edge of the village, his eyes fixed on the stormy sky. He had been there for months now, and even though he had come to think of this place as home, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t belong. He was different from the other villagers, and not just because he had been reborn into this strange world – he had a sense of purpose, a drive that seemed to set him apart.
He was Ximen Wei, a former Chinese scholar from Earth, and even though he couldn’t remember how he had come to be in this place, he knew that he had a mission to fulfill. He had to find a way to get back to his own world, and to do that, he would have to be strong.
He turned and began to make his way back to the small house that he shared with his parents, Qin Liqiu and Ximen Fei. They were hardworking farmers, who toiled day and night to provide for their family. They were poor, but they were proud, and they had instilled in Ximen Wei a sense of determination and resilience that he knew would serve him well in the days ahead.
As he walked through the village, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for his parents and their hard work. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, Ximen Wei was determined to make the most of his new life. He would work hard, and he would do everything in his power to get back to the world he knew.
Ximen Wei approached the small wooden house that he called home, his footsteps quickening as he approached the door. He knocked twice, and a moment later, the door swung open to reveal a woman in her thirties, dressed in peasant clothing with sewn patches.
“Little Wei, you’re late,” she said, a hint of concern in her voice.
“Sorry, Mom,” Ximen Wei replied, removing his wooden shoes before stepping inside. “I had to wait for the storm to pass.”
He turned towards his mother, his gaze expectant. “Mom, did you borrow the book I told you about from Uncle Fang?”
“Ah, yes,” his mother replied, a smile spreading across her face. “It’s in your room.”
“Okay, thanks!” Ximen Wei exclaimed, his excitement palpable. He had been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the book, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it.
He hurried off to his room, eager to begin reading and immersing himself in the world of knowledge contained within its pages. Despite the hardships and struggles of his new life, he remained determined to learn and grow
Uncle Fang was a well-respected figure in the village, known for his adventuresome spirit and his countless tales of the wonders of the world. In his youth, he had traveled across the continent, encountering people with superhuman and supernatural strength, and his stories had inspired a sense of wonder and curiosity in the young Ximen Wei.
Uncle Fang had long since retired from his adventures, but he still enjoyed spending his days in the village center, regaling the children with stories of his travels. Ximen Wei was one of his most avid listeners, always eager to hear more about the mysterious power that granted humans such strength. And so, in his quest to learn more about this fascinating subject, Ximen Wei had taken to borrowing books from Uncle Fang, seeking out any and all information that might help him understand the secrets of this mysterious power.
According to what Ximen Wei had learned so far, there were certain people in the world who possessed immense physical prowess and the ability to control the elements of nature – fire, lightning, water, and more. These individuals, known as Qi Experts, were like magicians, harnessing the power of the elements to perform incredible feats and possessing an unimaginable strength.
And according to Uncle Fang, the mysterious power that granted them this strength was known as Qi. It was a force that flowed through all things, and by learning to harness and control it, one could unlock incredible abilities and achieve seemingly impossible feats.
Ximen Wei was fascinated by this concept, and he spent hours pouring over the books that he had borrowed from Uncle Fang, eager to learn more about this mysterious power and the people who wielded it. He knew that it would take years of hard work and dedication to even come close to mastering Qi, but he was determined to try, driven by a sense of curiosity and a desire to understand the full extent of his own potential.
