The dawn came soft and pale. Dew shimmered across the courtyard stones, tiny worlds caught in each droplet. Jerin stood in the same place where he had once been punished, the morning breeze brushing past his skin.
The world looked the same. But it no longer felt the same.
Each breath he took carried something subtle — a faint shimmer in the air, a vibration beneath sound. His body had been reforged through nine stages of pain and endurance, and now it had become a vessel strong enough to touch the essence that floated unseen in the world.
He could feel it — Qi.
It moved like mist, drifting through everything: the air, the stones, even the light of dawn. It was gentle, almost shy, yet endless.
> [System Notice: Body parameters optimized.]
[Begin Qi Refining Protocol?]
Jerin closed his eyes.
"Begin."
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The First Breath
At once, the System's voice grew softer, more deliberate.
> [Qi Refining Realm – Stage 1 Initiation.]
[Objective: Draw ambient Qi into the dantian. Compress. Stabilize.]
A faint outline appeared before his mind's eye — a circular space in his lower abdomen, glowing dimly like the surface of a calm lake. That was his dantian, the core that would hold his essence.
He took a slow breath. The air entered his lungs, but something deeper followed — the unseen shimmer of Qi, drawn by the strength of his tempered body.
It stung at first.
The Qi was wild, unrefined, like lightning trying to pass through water. His meridians — the energy pathways in his body — trembled from the impact.
He grit his teeth. His muscles locked, veins standing out along his neck.
> [Warning: Qi turbulence detected.]
[Stabilizing meridians...]
A cool sensation spread through him as the System guided the flow. Bit by bit, the chaos settled. The Qi sank lower, gathering in the dantian like water filling a basin.
When the first strand of energy settled completely, the System's voice echoed again.
> [Qi Thread established.]
[Stage 1 achieved.]
Jerin opened his eyes. The morning breeze brushed past his face, carrying faint motes of golden light that only he could see.
He had done it.
He had entered the path of Qi Refining.
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The Weight of Silence
For the next few days, Jerin lived as if nothing had changed.
He swept the floors, tended the gardens, served the meals. The other servants barely looked at him anymore. His punishment had marked him, and most feared that even standing too close to him might draw attention from the guards.
He didn't mind.
Solitude was freedom.
At night, when the manor's lights dimmed, he returned to the hidden chamber below the cracked courtyard. The air there was still and cold, but he welcomed it. In that silence, the world above faded away, leaving only the rhythm of his breathing and the hum of the System.
> [Qi Refining – Stage 1 → Stage 2 progression possible.]
[Refinement cycles required: 120.]
One hundred and twenty cycles.
That meant he had to draw Qi into his body one hundred and twenty times, refine it, compress it, and store it without a single mistake.
He didn't hesitate.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Each inhale drew in faint strands of energy, each exhale pushed away the impurities that clouded them. His body was strong enough to bear it, but his mind struggled. The effort was exhausting — not physical, but mental, like balancing on the edge of a blade.
Hours turned into nights, nights into days.
> [Progress: 22%... 38%... 54%...]
The chamber floor was slick with sweat. His breathing grew ragged, but his eyes stayed steady.
Finally —
> [Refinement cycle complete.]
[Stage 2 achieved.]
A pulse of warmth spread through his chest. The Qi within him no longer felt foreign. It moved with him, pulsing like a second heartbeat.
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Whispers Above
Meanwhile, far above, Lady Seraphina Velnor stood by her window once again. The Silver Empress Manor was quiet, the city beyond it still asleep.
But something in the flow of Qi had changed.
She could feel it — faint ripples in the natural flow, as if someone was pulling the air itself inward.
"Strange," she murmured. "There's turbulence near the lower quarters again."
Her attendant, Iris, bowed slightly. "You suspect another servant has been dabbling in Qi exercises?"
Seraphina shook her head. "Impossible. None of them have the constitution for it. Still… check the energy sensors near the punishment courtyard. If it happens again, I want to know."
Iris nodded and withdrew, though her brow furrowed. Somewhere deep inside, she still remembered Jerin's expression the night he had been punished — not hate, not despair, but quiet defiance.
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The Thread of Spirit
Back underground, Jerin sat cross-legged, his body bathed in faint light from the System's projection. His breath came slow and steady.
> [Qi Refining Realm – Stage 2 → Stage 3 initiation.]
[Objective: Form secondary Qi thread. Synchronize with spiritual sense.]
He focused on the dantian. The first Qi thread within it spun slowly, like a current beneath water. Around it, empty space waited.
He drew in breath after breath, guiding the energy carefully. The wild Qi resisted him less now. It came willingly, as if the world itself had begun to accept him.
Sweat rolled down his neck. His limbs trembled. The second thread formed, shimmering faintly beside the first.
Then something unexpected happened.
A faint pressure built in his mind — a whisper, a memory, a sound without words. It wasn't from the System. It was something else.
The Qi.
It was alive, or at least aware, faintly responding to his intent.
He froze, uncertain. The whisper faded quickly, but it left behind a strange warmth that lingered in his thoughts.
> [Spiritual sensitivity increased.]
[Stage 3 achieved.]
He opened his eyes slowly.
The world felt different.
He could hear the faint hum of energy in the stones. He could feel the life pulse of the plants growing in the cracks of the courtyard above. Even the faint light from the System seemed to shimmer with greater clarity.
The air itself seemed to breathe with him.
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The Servant and the Storm
That night, a storm broke across the city. Wind lashed against the manor walls, rain drummed on the tiles, and thunder rolled over the hills.
Most servants huddled in their quarters. Jerin, however, stood alone in the rain-soaked courtyard, shirt clinging to his body, eyes closed.
He could feel it — the raw, restless Qi of the storm, thrumming through the air like the beat of a drum.
> [External Qi detected: Lightning-type essence.]
[Absorption possible at 3.4% efficiency.]
He smiled faintly.
It was low, but it was still possible.
He extended his hand, palm up, letting the rain fall against his skin. Each droplet carried faint threads of Qi. With each breath, he pulled them inward.
It was like swallowing thunder. His chest burned, his veins trembled, his teeth clenched — but he endured.
> [Absorption efficiency rising... 5.8%... 8.1%...]
The storm raged harder, lightning flashing across the sky. Each strike illuminated him like a phantom in the rain.
Finally, when his body could take no more, he opened his eyes.
> [Qi Refining – Stage 4 achieved.]
The energy inside him pulsed bright and strong, weaving through his body like a living thing.
He whispered softly, almost to himself, "The world breathes. And now… so do I."
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Far away, Lady Seraphina opened her eyes sharply.
Through her spiritual sense, she felt it — a sudden flicker of energy in her manor grounds, wild and unrefined, yet growing stronger by the second.
"That again," she murmured. "But this time… it's stronger."
Rain battered against the window. Her expression turned thoughtful. "Who are you, little shadow?"
---
The storm passed before dawn.
When the first rays of light touched the rooftops, the world smelled of wet earth and quiet renewal.
In the hidden chamber below, Jerin sat in meditation. The faint glow of blue runes circled around him—the System's guidance lights. His breathing was steady, his pulse calm.
He could still feel the energy of the storm lingering inside him. It flowed through his meridians like threads of silver lightning, mingling with his own Qi.
> [System Notice: Qi stabilization 94%.]
[Lightning-element trace detected.]
[Retention efficiency: 3%.]
The System's calm voice lingered in his mind.
He opened his eyes. The air around him was warm, pulsing softly.
So this was Qi Refining. Not just drawing in energy, but learning how to live with it—how to make it part of every movement, every thought.
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The System's Lesson
He sat in silence, feeling the energy shift inside him.
> [Qi Refining Realm – Stage 5 Initiation.]
[Objective: Establish Primary Circulation Pathway.]
A projection appeared in front of him—a faint image of his own body marked with glowing lines.
The Primary Pathway started from his dantian, ran up through his spine, across his chest, and back down in a circular loop.
To refine Qi beyond the early stages, he had to make that pathway flow freely.
He began the first attempt.
The moment the Qi left his dantian, pain struck. It was sharp, like hot iron pressing against his insides. His meridians resisted—the human body wasn't made to carry such energy freely.
He groaned quietly, gripping the floor.
> [Warning: Path instability detected.]
[System assistance required?]
He hesitated. If he let the System guide everything, he would never learn control.
"No," he whispered. "Show me. Don't control it."
> [Acknowledged.]
The pain returned, but this time, he moved slower. The Qi crawled upward, inch by inch. Each breath steadied it, each exhale cleared the resistance.
When it reached his chest, he paused, sweat dripping down his face. He focused, guiding the energy gently downward again, completing one full circuit.
The moment the cycle closed, something inside him shifted. The pain melted away, replaced by warmth that spread from his spine to his fingertips.
> [Primary Circulation Pathway – Established.]
[Stage 5 achieved.]
He exhaled softly, eyes opening to faint motes of light drifting around him.
The System's projection faded. But in its place, a new feeling took root—the faint sense that he could feel the energy of the world beyond himself.
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Threads in the Air
The next few nights passed in quiet repetition.
Each time Jerin practiced, the Qi around him became easier to sense. The world itself seemed alive. The walls, the air, even the faint dust—everything carried traces of energy.
He learned to draw it without the System's direct command.
A breath. A thought. The Qi followed.
> [Qi Refining – Stage 6 progression: 62%...]
Sometimes he caught glimpses of faint lights around his hands. When he moved, the Qi moved with him, forming invisible ripples in the air.
The System called them micro-flows—the first signs that his Qi and body were becoming one.
It wasn't power yet. But it was foundation.
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The Manor's Shadow
Above ground, the Silver Empress Manor was preparing for a seasonal ceremony. Lady Seraphina's household would soon welcome visiting nobles from the neighboring territories.
The servants were busier than ever, rushing to clean and polish every corner of the estate.
Jerin worked among them quietly, keeping his eyes lowered. But while his body moved through daily chores, part of his mind stayed linked with the System, analyzing, sensing, learning.
> [Qi density scan: fluctuating.]
[External interference detected – unknown origin.]
He frowned slightly.
The System had never warned him about interference before.
That night, after his duties ended, he returned to the hidden chamber and ran a full scan.
> [Source located: Surface layer, north courtyard.]
The north courtyard. That was near Lady Seraphina's tower.
Someone was deliberately setting up a Qi formation there—a weak one, but large enough to disturb the flow through the manor grounds.
His eyes narrowed slightly. He couldn't risk being discovered, not yet. But this interference might expose his own energy traces if it kept spreading.
> [System Suggestion: Mask presence using low-frequency Qi pulse.]
[Would you like to initiate concealment training?]
"Yes."
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Concealment Training
He sat cross-legged again. This time, the System projected a soft wave pattern through his mind.
The idea was simple—make his Qi vibrate at a frequency close to the ambient energy of the environment. That way, his presence would blend with the background.
Simple in theory. In practice, it was like trying to breathe in rhythm with the ocean.
The Qi within him wanted to move—it wanted to shine. Forcing it to stay still was unnatural.
He tried once, twice, ten times. Each time, the energy flickered and broke.
Finally, on the thirteenth try, something clicked.
His breath slowed, his heartbeat softened, and the glow of his Qi faded until even the System could barely detect it.
> [Stealth resonance achieved.]
[Concealment efficiency: 89%.]
[Stage 6 achieved.]
Jerin opened his eyes slowly. The faint hum of energy in the room had vanished. For a moment, it was as if he didn't exist at all.
He smiled faintly.
That was enough.
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The Lady's Suspicion
At the same time, Lady Seraphina stood before her cultivation mirror—a tall crystal that shimmered faintly with the manor's spiritual energy map.
Iris waited quietly beside her.
"My Lady," she said softly. "The turbulence has… stopped. The readings are clean again."
Seraphina frowned. "It stopped? Just like that?"
"Yes."
The Lady's silver eyes reflected the faint shimmer of the mirror. The courtyard that had glowed with strange Qi signatures now appeared completely ordinary.
She tilted her head slightly, her long hair brushing her shoulders. "Either it was a natural phenomenon…"
"Or someone learned how to hide," Iris finished quietly.
Seraphina's lips curved faintly, almost in amusement. "If that's true, then whoever they are… they're dangerous."
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Breath of Harmony
Back in the chamber, Jerin continued.
The more he practiced, the clearer his control became. The Qi flowed through his body like a river, smooth and steady. His dantian glowed softly, now holding six bright Qi threads—each one spinning in slow, graceful motion.
> [Qi Refining – Stage 7 Initiation.]
[Objective: Merge threads into stable Qi cycle.]
He began carefully, drawing the first and second threads together. They resisted at first, like rivers colliding, but under the System's silent guidance, they began to rotate in unison.
Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth.
Each connection deepened his awareness of the world.
Each pulse echoed in his bones.
When the last thread joined, the dantian blazed with faint golden light.
> [Qi Cycle stabilized.]
[Stage 7 achieved.]
His breath came out slowly, but there was no exhaustion this time. Only clarity.
He could sense every heartbeat, every movement of Qi through his body. He could even feel the faint energy currents beyond the walls, moving like invisible wind.
The world had stopped being silent. It was alive, whispering softly to him through the pulse of Qi.
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An Oath in the Dark
He stood up, stretching his arms. His strength wasn't overwhelming yet, but it was real—measured, steady, earned.
He looked toward the ceiling, toward the world above that still called him "servant."
He had no master, no teacher, no family. Only the System. Only his will.
And yet, that was enough.
He placed his hand over his chest.
His heartbeat was slow, calm.
"I will rise," he whispered quietly, not as a vow but as a promise. "Even if the heavens forbid it."
The System responded with a faint chime.
> [Acknowledged.]
[Qi Refining Path stable.]
[Next Stage: Advanced Circulation.]
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Above the Horizon
In her tower, Lady Seraphina stood before her mirror again.
The readings were silent, but she could feel something—faint and distant, like a heartbeat echoing through stone.
She looked toward the courtyard where Jerin often worked.
"Still hidden," she murmured. "But not gone."
The corners of her lips lifted slightly. "Whoever you are… you're learning fast."
Rain clouds drifted past the morning sun, and for a brief moment, a sliver of light touched the cracked tiles of the courtyard below.
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The Breath Continues
Deep underground, Jerin returned to his meditation. The Qi in his body pulsed rhythmically, steady and bright.
He wasn't done. Not yet.
Each breath drew him closer to something greater—something beyond mere survival.
> [Qi Refining Realm – Mid-Stage achieved.]
[Progress: 7 threads synchronized.]
[Estimated next breakthrough: 12 days.]
He exhaled softly.
The path ahead was long, but the silence in his heart had turned into rhythm.
And in that rhythm, strength was being born.