Chapter 1: The Birth of Li Yuan Tian
In the quiet town of Xianhua, hidden in the folds of the Xianlin Kingdom's southern province, a child was born under the soft glow of a waning moon. The town slept peacefully, undisturbed by the wider world's chaos, and so too did the world remain unaware of the birth of Li Yuan Tian—a child like any other, born to parents who had long embraced a quiet life.
His father, Li Long, was a man of few words. He worked the land with practiced hands and moved with a calm, deliberate rhythm. To the villagers, he was a man shaped by years of labor—quiet, capable, and grounded. Though his fields always seemed just a little greener and his tools never rusted, no one questioned it. Some men are just built from a different mold, they'd say, with the kind of strength that didn't come from youth, but from surviving what others didn't.
His mother, Wu Mei, was a gentle soul. She tended to the home with grace and moved like the wind through the house—never in a hurry, yet never still. Her voice was soft, often humming tunes that no one could quite place, and her gaze lingered often on the sky, as though remembering something far away. She was kind to all and beloved by many, though her eyes, when unguarded, held the sort of depth only found in those who had seen and lost too much.
Li Yuan Tian was their only child.
From the moment he could stand, he ran. From the moment he could grasp, he climbed. By three, his strength surpassed boys twice his age, and by five, the village children followed him like ducklings. His parents simply watched, neither proud nor worried. His father only nodded from time to time and muttered things like, "Strong back, steady hands. He'll carry his own fate well." His mother would smile quietly and pat Yuan Tian's head, whispering, "You were always meant to walk far."
In Xianhua, no one spoke of cultivators. Such stories belonged to old bards, not to farmers. The world beyond was a different one entirely—of sects and warriors, of empires and immortals. But in the small world Li Yuan Tian knew, there were only fields, family, and the slow rhythm of the seasons.
And yet… some nights, when the wind was quiet and the stars were clear, the air around the Li household seemed to still just a little more than usual.
The Martial Realm of Mortals
The kingdom of Xianlin was a mortal land, where tales of cultivators were passed down as legends, and the strongest warriors trained their bodies through sweat and pain alone. Spiritual energy did not gather here. No sects set their roots. Only echoes of ancient arts remained—arts that refined the body, tempered the blood, and pushed men toward limits just short of the immortal path.
It was in this land, far from the glory of sects and celestial palaces, that Li Yuan Tian would begin his journey.
The martial arts realm in the world are
Mortal Realm Cultivation Stages
Body Tempering
Strengthening the body through physical discipline and herbal remedies. The body is hardened into a weapon, muscles and bones resilient beyond normal limits.
Blood Opening
Enhancing vitality and blood flow, increasing endurance and recovery. A martial artist's stamina and inner heat grow, and they begin to resist minor wounds and illness.
Meridian Expansion
Refining the body's internal pathways for movement and control. This stage enhances coordination, movement, and inner connection, preparing the body for future cultivation.
Pseudo-Qi Core
A realm where the martial artist simulates Qi through intense mastery of the body. While not true cultivation, they appear superhuman in reflex, strength, and skill.
At this point in time, Li Yuan Tian's path remained undefined. He was just a child in a quiet town, chasing butterflies, helping his parents with chores, and dreaming dreams he could not name.