A grandfather 's legacy

Feng Hao stood in the middle of a vast training ground behind his clan' s main estate. It was an isolated area, surrounded by towering trees that rustled gently in the

morning breeze. The soft light of dawn painted the sky in the shades of orange and pink , casting long shadows across the open field.

Opposite him stood his grandfather,

Feng Tian, a soul saint whose presence alone commanded respect. His aged face bore the marks of countless battles, but his hawk - like eyes betrayed his undying spirit.

His soul power is soul saint but He can defend against spirit douluo. ( 8 rings)

He is also known as best sword master after Chen Jianjun( father of chenxin). He can rival to him in sword aura .He is also very close to sword God.

Though he had been in seclusion for years, he had now emerged to personally oversee Feng Hao 's training.

Feng Hao clenched the hilt of his sword, his martial soul, the Fire sword, glowing faintly in his grip. The warmth of its flames resonated with his own energy, but he had yet to fully master it.His grandfather ' s stern voice broke the silence.

" Your foundation is solid, but it is not enough.

Strength is meaningless without control."

Feng Tian lifted his hand ,and a long ,weathered wooden stick appeared in his grasp. It was not a weapon of destruction, but in his hands, it might as well have been a divine blade.

" Come at me," he commanded.

Feng Hao' s eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath and dashed forward, flames surging around his blade as he swung at his grandfather.The attack was Swift and precise , but Feng Tian barely moved. With a flick of his wrist, he deflected it effortlessly, sending Feng Hao stumbling back

" Too rigid. You rely too much on power.Again."

Feng Hao gritted his teeth and charged once more . This time , he incorporated a faint , twisting his body mind - strike to shift the attack' s angle . Yet , the wooden stick moved like a phantom, partying his attack with uncanny ease.

Thwack!

Before he could shout, a sharp pain spread through his shoulder as Feng Tian ' s stick struck him. It wasn't enough to injure hum, but it sent a clear message - he was still far from mastering his swordplay

" You lack fluidity," Feng Tian said." A warrior who wields fire should not fight like an iron wall. You are not made of steel - you are fire itself. Move like it."

Feng Hao took a deep breath. He wasn't just sparring - he was being shaped. His mind replayed every battle he had fought in his past life. He has been a master then .but this body was young and inexperienced. He needed to adjust.

Closing his eyes, he focused on his Fire element. Fire was not just destruction - it was freedom, movement, adaptability.

He stepped forward again, but this time, he didn't rush. His swordplay became unpredictable, his movement weaving through the air like flickering flames. His attacks came from different angles, never lingering too long in one place.

Feng Tian's eyes gleamed with approval.

" Better."

The wooden stick met his sword, but this time, Feng Hao twisted with the impact, absorbing the force instead of resisting it.A faint smile formed on his lips . He was beginning to understand.

But just as he thought he was gaining the upper hand , Feng Tian ' s figure vanished.

" Too slow."

A force struck him back, sending him tumbling forward.Feng Hao barely roller to his feet in time to see his grandfather standing exactly where he had been before, his wooden stick resting lightly against his shoulder.

" Your movements have improved, but your awareness is lacking."

Feng Hao exhaled slowly. He was covered in sweat, but his fighting spirit burned brighter than ever. This was what he needed - true , rigorous training.

He lifted his sword again.

" Again."

Feng Tian smile faintly. " that's more like it."

And so, as the sun continued to rise over the Feng Clan, the clash of wood and steel echoed through the training grounds , A young warrior, reforging himself in the fire of battle, under the watchful gaze of a master.

Over the next few weeks, his training intensified. His grandfather 's lessons were strict and relentless, but they bore fruit quickly. His grandfather handed him a small interspatial ring." Inside are soul power - enhancing pills and some fire - element treasures to accelerate your growth. You will need them."

The protagonist bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Grandfather."

The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the Feng Clan's main hall as Lin Yiner sat across from her mother - in - law, Madam Feng, an elder of the clan and a women whose presence commanded quite respect. Though age had graced her with silver streaks in her hair , her posture remained straight, her gaze sharp.

A pot of warm tea sat between them , it's faint

aroma filling the air. Yet , Lin yiner barely touched her cup. Her fingers traced the rim absentmindedly, her thoughts elsewhere.

Madam Feng sighed knowingly.

" You ' re worried about Hao'er again."

Lin yiner looked up, her lips pressing together.

"Mother, you' ve seen him . He was so frail as a child. Even now, after his martial soul awakening, I fear he ' pushing himself too hard."

Madam Feng took a slow sip of tea before setting her cup down. " He is not the same boy he once was, yiner."

Lin yiner shook her head." But how could he change so suddenly?. Even if his martial soul granted him some strength, it shouldn't have so drastic. Yet, when I see him now..." She hesitated, as if afraid to put her thoughts into words.

Madam Feng studied her daughter - in- law for a long moment before speaking." And what do you see?"

Lin yiner exhaled softly." I see confidence.strength. But it worries me , Mother. I fear that he is forcing himself to appear strong. That he does not wish to burden me to his struggle."

Madam Feng let out a small chuckle." Then perhaps you do not know your son as well as you think."

Lin yiner's eyes widened slightly.

" What do you mean?"

Madam Feng 's expression softened." I have watched him train with your father. He is refining himself. He has determination,strong will. This is a boy who is strong."

" Do you not remember your husband at that age?" Madam Feng continued , a hint of nostalgia in her voice. " Your husband was much the same . Determined, relentless. And now, that same fire burns in your son's."

Lin yiner but her lips , " But what if he gets hurt? "

Madam Feng 's gaze turn serious." Then he will learn. You cannot shield him forever,

yiner.

Lin yiner 's hands tightened around her cup . She knew her mother - in - law was right

Madam Feng reached out, placing a gentle hand over hers

Outside, the moon cast a silver glow over the

Feng Clan estate. In the training grounds, a

Young warrior swung his sword beneath the night sky, forging his destiny.