The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Wind Sect's courtyards. Xiao Feng stood at the edge of a cliff, the wind tousling his hair as he practiced the techniques Elder Shuye had taught him. Despite his progress, he couldn't shake the unease that had settled in his chest since the incident with Bai Xu.
That night, as the sect settled into slumber, Xiao Feng returned to his quarters. The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves outside the window. He sat cross-legged on his mat, attempting to meditate, but his thoughts were restless.
Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced his chest. He gasped, clutching at his heart as darkness crept into the edges of his vision. Before he could react, a surge of energy erupted from within him. The Black Wind, dormant until now, awakened with a vengeance.
A group of masked figures burst into the room, their blades gleaming in the moonlight. They moved swiftly, aiming to strike him down. But the Black Wind responded instinctively, swirling around Xiao Feng and lashing out at the intruders. Within moments, the attackers lay lifeless on the floor, their bodies desiccated and drained of energy.
Xiao Feng stared in horror at the scene before him. The Black Wind receded, leaving only silence and the stench of death. He collapsed to the floor, unconscious.
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The next morning, Bai Xu stood in the training grounds, his face pale as he recounted the events to his grandfather, Elder Bai. "He possesses the Black Wind," Bai Xu whispered. "It consumed our men without mercy."
Elder Bai's eyes narrowed. "This power is too dangerous. We must eliminate him before it grows beyond our control."
They moved swiftly, gathering a group of elders to confront Xiao Feng. As they approached his quarters, Elder Shuye and her father, Grand Elder Yun, intercepted them.
"Stand down," Grand Elder Yun commanded, his voice firm. "Xiao Feng is under my protection."
Elder Bai hesitated, but the authority in Grand Elder Yun's voice left no room for argument. The group dispersed, leaving Xiao Feng in the care of his mentors.
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Later that day, Xiao Feng awoke to find himself in a different room. Shuye sat beside him, her expression a mix of concern and relief.
"You're awake," she said softly, handing him a cup of herbal tea. "Drink this. It will help you recover."
He took the cup, his hands trembling. "What happened?"
"You were attacked," she explained. "But the Black Wind protected you."
Xiao Feng looked away, guilt washing over him. "I didn't mean for anyone to die."
Shuye placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You were defending yourself. But we must learn to control this power."
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In the days that followed, Grand Elder Yun took Xiao Feng under his wing, guiding him through rigorous training sessions. They practiced advanced techniques, focusing on harnessing the wind's energy without succumbing to the Black Wind's influence.
Shuye often joined their sessions, offering pointers and occasionally teasing Xiao Feng when he stumbled. "You're supposed to be a prodigy," she would joke. "Try to keep up."
Despite the challenges, Xiao Feng found solace in their camaraderie. The bond between him and Shuye grew stronger, their interactions filled with warmth and mutual respect.
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One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Xiao Feng sat alone in the courtyard, gazing at the stars. Shuye approached, her presence comforting.
"Can't sleep?" she asked, sitting beside him.
He shook his head. "Too many thoughts."
She smiled. "I know a place that might help clear your mind."
Curious, he followed her through the winding paths of the sect until they reached a secluded area known as the Lover's Hollow. The air was still, and the surroundings seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow.
As they stepped into the hollow, a strange sensation enveloped them. The world outside faded, leaving only the two of them in a serene, void-like space.
Xiao Feng looked around in awe. "What is this place?"
Shuye shrugged. "I've heard stories, but I've never been here myself."
They sat together, the silence between them comfortable. Eventually, Xiao Feng drifted off to sleep. Shuye, feeling the chill of the night, moved closer to him, seeking warmth. She hesitated for a moment before gently wrapping her arms around him.
Xiao Feng stirred, his eyes opening slightly. "Are you cold?"
She nodded, and he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together for warmth. They remained like that, wrapped in each other's embrace, until sleep claimed them both.
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The next morning, the hollow had changed. They could see the world outside, but it seemed distant, unreachable. After several days, they finally found a way to exit the hollow. As they stepped out, a voice echoed in their minds.
"Be loyal and never separate from each other. Here is your reward: the Red String of Fate."
A thin, glowing thread appeared, connecting their wrists. Shuye looked at it with a mixture of wonder and apprehension.
"This string will let you know how your lover is," the voice continued. "If it breaks, it means the other has died."
Xiao Feng chuckled. "Sounds like a fairy tale."
But Shuye remained silent, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on her heart.
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Upon returning to the sect, they recounted their experience to Grand Elder Yun. He listened attentively, his expression unreadable.
"As long as you're both safe," he said finally, "that's all that matters."
He asked no further questions, leaving them to ponder the significance of their shared experience.
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Three days later, as the sect prepared for an upcoming competition, Xiao Feng sat in his room, meditating. The door creaked open, and Shuye entered, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Still meditating?" she teased, poking his cheek.
He opened one eye, smirking. "Trying to focus here."
She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "Consider that a reward for your hard work."
He reached out, pulling her into his lap. "Then I deserve more rewards."
They laughed together, the tension of the past days melting away. As the night deepened, Shuye closed the door and activated a rune, ensuring their privacy. They embraced, their connection deepening as they shared a moment of intimacy, their bodies and souls intertwining in a dance of trust and affection.
---[To Be Continued]---