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Ren Tai was beautiful. Silent. Misunderstood.
Born to a noble line yet discarded like filth, he lived in the shadows of the Mirror Moon Sect—unwanted, underestimated, unloved by all but one.

Sarah, the sect leader’s daughter, once clung to him in secrecy. But when a young master from a powerful allied sect visited, ambition outshined affection.
She stepped back.
The young master stepped forward—jealous, cruel, and threatened by the silent boy she once loved.

A single accusation became a death sentence.

The young master crushed Ren Tai’s cultivation.
Broke his bones.
And with the sect’s silent consent, cast him into the Screaming Abyss—a cursed chasm where ancient wails rot the mind.

But death did not come.

At the abyss’s edge, an immortal soul, long sealed in the darkness to escape true death, reached for Ren Tai’s shattered body—hoping to steal his vessel and return to life.

And that’s when the Crimson Cauldron awakened.

A relic of legend.
A hunger forged in flame.
It devoured the immortal soul, saved Ren Tai, and rebuilt him—bone, blood, and beyond.

As his strength returned, so did his past: a former life as a master of all sacred professions… and the cauldron that once vanished with his blood.

Now, his silence is no longer submission.
It is the stillness before a divine storm.

He was thrown away like a corpse.
Now he rises like a calamity.

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Silent Storm, Divine Awakening

When Ren Tai opened his eyes, it was already night.

The cool air of the forest greeted him, laced with the scent of damp earth and wild herbs. The trees around the cave rustled softly, moonlight spilling through their gaps and casting shifting silver shadows over the ground. Crickets sang in the underbrush, and the world felt still — as if it held its breath, waiting for what would come next.

He had stabilized his foundation. The 4th stage of Qi Condensation pulsed gently within him, steady and balanced. The warmth from his cultivation had long faded, replaced by a quiet harmony between spirit and flesh.

But Ren Tai's mind wasn't on his body.

His gaze drifted toward the star-filled sky. Memories — Thalasar's memories — flashed across his mind, vivid and immersive. The last moments of a fallen saber cultivator, the echoes of a life spent chasing perfection, of loss and regret, and of an unyielding will. And beneath all of it, something else.

"I really did miss something…" he muttered to himself, clenching the saber that once belonged to the man.

The foundation of saber training. There were other thing but not as important as this for now.

Not flashy techniques or wild slashes fueled by brute force. No, Thalasar's memories spoke of structure, rhythm, discipline. Saber mastery wasn't born in the battlefield — it was forged in relentless repetition.

Saber Foundation Training

"Master these six motions," Thalasar's voice echoed, gruff and uncompromising, "before you dare call yourself a blade-wielder."

The words echoed in his mind, clear and commanding.

The Four Core Cuts

Vertical Split – "Gate Cutter"

Drill: 100 reps. Stop blade precisely at waist height.

Horizontal Sweep – "Reaper's Scythe"

Drill: Cut across a line of targets with edge angled slightly upward.

Rising Diagonal – "Talon Arc"

A low-to-high counterattack, cutting across to the opposite shoulder.

Drill: Slice hanging sandbags, then retreat.

Falling Diagonal – "Wolf's Bite"

A downward cross-strike from high guard to low hip.

Drill: Strike at bamboo poles without glancing blows.

The Essential Thrust – "Pike Drive"

Drill: Lunge into a sand-filled pouch and withdraw cleanly.

Roof Block – "Iron Ceiling": Horizontal guard to deflect overhead.

Drill: Stop a dropped weight without buckling.

Hanging Guard – "Serpent's Jaw": Downward angled blade for counter-thrusts.

Drill: Parry thrusts and riposte with precision.

Footwork Drills – Blade and Body in Harmony

Advance-Lunge-Cut

Step forward → lunge → vertical cut → recover.

Goal: No wobble after the strike.

Retreating Diagonal

Step back → falling diagonal → reset.

Goal: Maintain balance while withdrawing.

A light breeze swept through the trees, stirring the leaves into a whisper. Somewhere deeper in the woods, an owl called once, then fell silent. The cave's cool stone floor still radiated the lingering warmth of his breakthrough, and the faint scent of ash and blood clung to the night air—a memory of the battle that had come before.

Ren Tai exhaled, slowly rising to his feet. The moonlight caught on the edge of his saber, now cleaned and bound in new cloth.

Each motion would be etched into bone, breath, and memory — until even sleep could not forget them.

The blade had waited long enough. Technique before power — this was the law of the saber. A forgotten truth, now reborn in him.

Beneath the silent moon, the blade's true path began anew.

Chapter 14: Blade Foundations Beneath the Moon