A Cultivator Born in the Wilds

Chen Sanwa, a boy from Blackwater Village, ventured deep into Cangshan Mountain to help his struggling family. There, beneath an ancient coffin tree, he unexpectedly dug up a mysterious bundle wrapped in deep green silk. Inside lay an anonymous book recording the most basic breathing technique of the cultivation world, along with three strange stones shimmering with flowing light. His father, Chen Dashan, recognized at a glance that the items were extraordinary. He hid them close to his body and sternly warned him, “These things bring disaster. Never let anyone know about them!” But the book’s profound meridian diagrams and incantations had already been etched into Chen Sanwa’s mind, which never forgot anything it saw. That night, spirits stirred in the mountains, and his father was gravely wounded while protecting the villagers. In his despair, Chen Sanwa unconsciously began circulating the unfamiliar art. A spirit stone in his arms instantly crumbled to dust, and violent spiritual energy surged through his young meridians. Through the agony and dizziness, he saw a faint green light emerge from his father’s bloodstained chest… His father miraculously survived, but Chen Sanwa knew nothing would ever be the same. He returned to the tree and dug up the scraps of silk that remained. On the back, eight hurried characters written in blood struck him like a blow: “Conceal your aura among mortals; await the right moment.” Tree shadows swayed, and the mountain wind howled softly. The twelve-year-old hunter’s son clenched the fragment in his fist, sensing for the first time with unmistakable clarity that beneath the tranquil surface of ordinary life, dark currents were already surging. What he had stumbled upon was more than a stroke of fortune. It was as if he had entered a game of fate spanning an entire era, and he was already one of its pieces.