Cursed Blade (Part 3)

The journey back to the Tang estate was marked by an uneasy stillness that clung to the air around Tang Feng. With each step he took, the weight of the cursed blades at his side seemed to grow heavier, as if the dark power within them was testing his resolve, searching for cracks in his mental armor. Yet Tang Feng remained steadfast, his grip on the hilt of each blade firm and unyielding.

The landscape around him shifted from the twisted, gnarled forest of the Shadow Peaks to the more familiar terrain of rolling hills and winding rivers. Yet even in these more peaceful surroundings, Tang Feng could feel the presence of the curse lurking at the edges of his consciousness. It whispered to him in the quiet moments, tempting him with visions of power and conquest. But Tang Feng was no stranger to temptation, and he pushed the thoughts aside with the discipline of a seasoned warrior.

As he walked, Tang Feng reflected on the shaman's words of caution. The curse, while granting him unparalleled power, was a double-edged sword. It would constantly seek to dominate him, to turn him into a puppet for its insatiable hunger. He would need to be vigilant, to guard his mind against the curse's influence at all times. The slightest lapse in concentration could spell disaster.

When he finally arrived at the gates of the Tang estate, the familiar sight of the grand entrance and the sprawling grounds brought a sense of comfort, but also a renewed sense of responsibility. Tang Feng knew that his return would be met with questions, curiosity, and perhaps even concern. The Tang family had always prided itself on its discipline and honor, and the idea of wielding cursed weapons was not something that would be easily accepted.

As he entered the estate, he was greeted by the guards, who bowed respectfully. Word of his return quickly spread, and it wasn't long before he was summoned to the main hall, where the Tang Family Council awaited him. The council, comprised of the most respected elders of the family, had always been a place of wisdom and guidance. Tang Feng knew that his decisions would be scrutinized, but he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way.

When he entered the hall, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The elders sat in a semicircle, their expressions ranging from curiosity to concern. At the center was Tang Zhen, the patriarch of the Tang family, and Tang Feng's father. His stern gaze met Tang Feng's, and for a moment, the two men simply regarded each other in silence.

"Tang Feng," Tang Zhen began, his voice calm but with an undertone of authority, "you have returned from the Shadow Peaks. We have heard rumors of your intentions. Tell us, what have you brought back with you?"

Tang Feng stepped forward, his expression resolute. "Father, esteemed elders," he said, bowing deeply, "I have returned with power—power that will help our family protect what is ours. But it is a power that comes with a price. These blades," he continued, unsheathing his twin swords and presenting them to the council, "have been cursed. They are now bound to me, and they carry with them great strength, but also great danger."

A murmur rippled through the council, and the elders exchanged glances. The idea of a cursed weapon was not one that sat easily with them. Curses were often associated with dark arts, with forces that could corrupt even the most honorable of warriors.

"Why would you do such a thing?" one of the elders asked, his voice tinged with concern. "The Tang family has always upheld the highest standards of honor and discipline. To wield a cursed weapon is to invite darkness into our midst."

Tang Feng met the elder's gaze with calm determination. "I did it because I believe that this power can be used for good, to protect our family and to ensure our place in the martial world. I understand the risks, and I will take full responsibility for them. But I also believe that we cannot afford to turn away from power, even if it comes with challenges. I have faced the curse, and I have overcome it. I am confident that I can wield these blades without succumbing to their influence."

The council was silent for a long moment as the elders considered Tang Feng's words. Finally, Tang Zhen spoke, his voice measured. "Power is a dangerous thing, Tang Feng, especially when it comes from a source that seeks to corrupt. But you have shown great strength and wisdom in your journey thus far. If you believe that you can control this power, then we will trust your judgment. However, you must be vigilant. The moment you show signs of losing control, the council will intervene."

Tang Feng nodded, understanding the weight of his father's words. "I will not let you down," he said with conviction. "I will wield these blades for the good of our family and the martial world. The curse will not control me—I will control it."

The council members exchanged glances once more, and Tang Zhen nodded in approval. "Very well, Tang Feng. You have our support. But remember, the path you have chosen is a difficult one. Stay true to your principles, and never lose sight of what is important."

With the council's decision made, Tang Feng felt a sense of relief, but also a renewed sense of responsibility. He had chosen a path that few would dare to tread, and the challenges ahead would be great. But with the support of his family and the strength of his resolve, he was ready to face whatever trials lay in his path.

As Tang Feng left the council chamber, the weight of the cursed blades at his side felt both heavy and empowering. He knew that the true test was yet to come, but he was confident that he could rise to the challenge. The curse may have sought to dominate him, but he would prove that his will was stronger.

The road ahead would be fraught with danger, but Tang Feng was ready. He had chosen his path, and he would walk it with honor, strength, and unwavering resolve.