Yu Xuan took a deep breath, his first true breath as a cultivator and his monstrous talent didn't disappoint.
The spiritual energy in the air surged toward him like metal attracted to a magnet, drawn in by his every inhalation.
It was pure, vibrant, and full of life, and yet—
The moment he completed the first breath, his expression changed.
He fought the urge to react too strongly, exhaling slowly with control. But even then, his shoulders trembled… and then —
"HAHAHAHAHAHA…!"
He burst into laughter, a sharp, wild sound that echoed through the lonely mountain like a madman's cackle. It lasted nearly a full minute.
Luckily, no one was around, or he might've been publicly declared insane.
"Haaah…"
He wiped the tear threatening to slide from the corner of his eye, sighing as if his body had just survived an emotional ambush.
His first reflection was raw and honest:
"Why is cultivation so weird…?"
