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A wave of intense dizziness washed over Xuan Yang, and he felt as if the world around him was spinning uncontrollably, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
He staggered backward, his body swaying dangerously. If it weren't for Qu Si Yang's quick reflexes, catching him just in time, he would have surely fallen flat on his face.
"Xuan Yang, what’s wrong with you?" Qu Si Yang asked anxiously, her hands trembling slightly as she held onto his arm. Concern filled her eyes, fearing that something terrible might have happened to him.
Xuan Yang gasped for breath, his face pale as a sheet. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and rolled down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground.
He felt a surge of energy rampaging within him, like a wild beast trying to break free from its cage. This force coursed through his limbs and bones, causing him immense pain.
"I... I don’t know..." Xuan Yang managed to utter a few words with great difficulty, his voice hoarse. He sensed that his body was undergoing some kind of transformation—an unprecedented change that filled him with both fear and anticipation.
At that moment, a sharp crack echoed in his mind, as if something had shattered.
Immediately after, a powerful force erupted from within him like an unstoppable volcanic eruption. This energy surged through his body like a roaring river, washing over every meridian.
Xuan Yang felt an overwhelming joy; he realized he had awakened!
"What the hell is this?" Xuan Yang exclaimed in disbelief as he noticed that his shadow had come to life. It stood beside him like a loyal guardian, no longer just a simple silhouette but something alive that began to move.
Qu Si Yang was also stunned. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched everything unfold before her. Her mouth formed an "O" shape, as if she could fit an egg inside.
Xuan Yang's shadow transformed into a tangible entity, constantly shifting shapes—one moment it morphed into a fierce beast with bared fangs and claws, ready to pounce; the next moment it became a sharp sword glinting ominously in the light.
"Xuan Yang, your supernatural ability... has awakened?" Qu Si Yang asked tentatively, her tone filled with surprise and delight. She hadn’t expected Xuan Yang to awaken such powers, and it seemed even stronger than her own.
"Damn it, it seems I'm not a useless piece of trash after all!" Xuan Yang exclaimed excitedly, swinging his fists as he felt the surging power within him. An unprecedented confidence surged through him; he felt as if he could shatter a mountain with a single punch.
Eager to learn how to control this newfound strength, he sought out the Old Village Chief early the next morning. He wanted everyone to know that he, Xuan Yang, was no longer the bullied weakling he once was.
The first rays of sunlight bathed the village in a golden hue, wrapping the weathered settlement in a delicate veil.
Xuan Yang rose early, taking a deep breath of the fresh air mixed with the scent of earth, which invigorated him.
He strode purposefully toward the Old Village Chief's home, and along the way, villagers regarded him with curious glances and whispered among themselves.
"Isn't that Xuan Yang? He looks different somehow."
"Yeah, there's an indescribable aura about him."
"Could it be that he has awakened his powers?"
Xuan Yang paid no mind to their chatter; he was solely focused on meeting the Old Village Chief and learning how to harness his abilities.
"Village Chief Grandpa, I want to learn about my powers!" Xuan Yang declared as soon as he entered, his tone filled with anticipation. His eyes were resolute and determined, as if he could already envision himself becoming strong.
The Old Village Chief sat leisurely in the yard, smoking his pipe. Upon hearing Xuan Yang's voice, he slowly lifted his head, a glimmer of insight flashing in his weathered eyes.
He stroked his beard and smiled warmly at Xuan Yang. "Young man, it's good to have ambition, but learning to wield your powers isn't something that happens overnight. It requires long-term practice and accumulation. You must be prepared to endure hardships."
Xuan Yang had already steeled himself for this journey. He nodded earnestly, "I understand, Village Chief Grandpa. I will work hard; I'm not afraid of hardship. As long as I can become stronger, I'm willing to endure any pain or fatigue."
The Old Village Chief began to teach Xuan Yang how to control his shadow.
He instructed Xuan Yang to sit cross-legged, close his eyes, and focus his mind, feeling the connection between himself and his shadow.
"Imagine your shadow as an extension of yourself, as your arm, as your weapon. You must feel it with your heart and learn to control it," the Old Village Chief patiently guided him.
However, Xuan Yang's learning process was not smooth.
He tried to concentrate like Qu Si Yang and control his shadow.
But his shadow acted like a mischievous child, refusing to obey him. Instead, it twisted and turned in front of him, performing various comical antics as if mocking his clumsiness.
One moment it transformed into a wagging little dog, and the next into a clawing crab, stubbornly refusing to act according to Xuan Yang's will.
"Damn it, what is this?" Xuan Yang couldn't help but curse. He felt utterly embarrassed, opening his eyes to see the constantly changing shape of the shadow on the ground, filled with frustration.
The Old Village Chief watched from the side without stopping Xuan Yang's complaints; instead, he wore a knowing smile.
He understood that Xuan Yang's abilities were unique, and his learning method could not be generalized. Each person's powers were one of a kind, requiring personal exploration and understanding.
"Xuan Yang, everyone has their own way of learning. Don't be bound by others' experiences; find the method that suits you. The most important aspect of cultivating your abilities is sincerity, not brute force," the Old Village Chief said earnestly. His voice flowed like a clear mountain spring, soothing and refreshing.
Xuan Yang listened to the Old Village Chief's words and fell into deep thought.
He began to reflect on his own characteristics and the connection he had with his shadow.
He remembered his childhood, when he would often play with his shadow, transforming it into various shapes that made his friends burst into laughter.
How happy and carefree he had been back then!
"Wait, I can try to turn my shadow into a weapon!" A brilliant idea suddenly struck Xuan Yang, and excitement sparkled in his eyes as if he had discovered a new world.
He focused his mind, envisioning his shadow morphing into a sharp dagger, one that could cut through anything.
Miraculously, his shadow truly transformed into a dagger, glinting in the sunlight with a cold sheen. The sharp blade seemed capable of slicing through the air with ease.
"Wow! It worked!" Xuan Yang shouted in exhilaration, swinging the shadow dagger as if he were a martial arts master, exuding an aura of power. He could almost see himself wielding the shadow dagger on the battlefield, unstoppable and invincible.
However, the good times were short-lived; the shadow dagger quickly vanished, reverting back to its original form and leaving only a faint outline on the ground.
"What happened?" Xuan Yang scratched his head in confusion. He couldn't understand why the shadow dagger had disappeared so suddenly. Was his method wrong?
The Old Village Chief approached and patted Xuan Yang on the shoulder. "Young man, don't be discouraged. This is just the beginning. You need to practice continuously to master your abilities. Training your powers is like farming; it requires patience and perseverance. You can't expect instant results."
Xuan Yang took a deep breath, realizing he still had a long way to go. He understood that haste would not yield success; he needed to work harder.
Clenching his fists, determination filled his eyes. "I will succeed! I must become strong to protect those I care about!"
In the following days, Xuan Yang trained diligently under the guidance of the Old Village Chief.
He practiced obsessively, neglecting sleep and meals; each day was filled with training—training, and more training.
He tried to transform his shadow into various weapons—swords, spears, axes, and halberds, encompassing everything imaginable.
He envisioned himself wielding a shadow spear, charging into battle; he imagined holding a shadow great axe, cleaving a mountain in two; he pictured himself with a shadow shield, fending off the onslaught of countless enemies.
However, his shadow remained unpredictable, shifting from weapon to its original form, leaving him in despair.
At times, the shadow would twist into a tangled mess, making it impossible for him to grasp; at other moments, it would morph into a small cat, rubbing against his feet; sometimes, the shadow would simply vanish, leaving him helpless.
"Damn it, why is this ability so hard to learn?" Xuan Yang couldn't help but complain. He felt on the verge of breaking down, as if he were a fool being toyed with by his own shadow.
He began to doubt himself—did he truly lack the talent for mastering this ability? Was he destined to be a useless person for life?
Just then, the Shadow appeared.
He stood quietly to the side, observing Xuan Yang's training without uttering a word.
His figure blended seamlessly into the shadows around him, as if he were part of the darkness itself.
A barely perceptible cold smile flickered in his eyes, filled with mockery and disdain, as if he were ridiculing Xuan Yang's audacity…
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