The next morning, Shenlong returned to the clan grounds with renewed vigor. His encounter with the Spirit of the Qin Legacy had given him insights that no amount of traditional training could provide. Every step he took, every breath he inhaled, was infused with the strength of his ancestors, their legacy now pulsing through his veins.
However, he knew that keeping his progress hidden was critical. If the clan elders or other disciples sensed the pendant's influence, they would grow suspicious, perhaps even hostile. So, Shenlong decided to adopt a humble front, allowing his opponents to underestimate him while he slowly unlocked the depths of his inheritance.
In the training fields, he practiced his new techniques with subtlety, integrating them into familiar forms. Yet he couldn't help but feel the difference. His movements flowed with a new grace, his strikes carrying an unseen force that surprised even him.
Feng, who had been watching him from a distance, approached with an amused grin. "You're looking a bit more agile today, Shenlong. Did you suddenly remember how to walk?"
Shenlong smirked, keeping his newfound abilities concealed. "Maybe I've been watching you and finally picked up a few pointers."
Feng laughed, shaking his head. "Well, just remember to keep that newfound grace during the next trial. I heard it's going to be even more intense."
Shenlong's eyes sparkled with anticipation. He could feel the pendant's energy pulsing in sync with his own, a silent reminder of the challenges that lay ahead. The trials would test him, but he knew that with each step, he was drawing closer to mastering the legacy of the Qin Clan. And he would need every ounce of it to confront the forces that threatened his journey to greatness.