Mystique Soul: A Cultivator's Flame
Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Chapter 90

Soft morning light filtered through the wooden window, casting golden streaks across the small room. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of fresh bread from the bakery down the street. Birds chirped outside, filling the silence with a quiet melody.

Mo Tianze stretched lazily on the bed, his silver ears twitching as he let out a satisfied sigh. It was rare to sleep on a proper mattress, and for once, he felt completely at ease. His golden eyes flickered open just as he noticed Feng Jiao Xue fastening her cloak near the door.

Immediately, he sat up. "You’re going out?"

Feng Jiao Xue barely glanced at him as she adjusted her hood. "Yes."

Mo Tianze swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his tail curling around his waist. "Then I’ll come too."

"No."

His ears twitched, and he blinked at her. "No?"

"No."

Mo Tianze pouted, standing up and padding barefoot across the wooden floor. "But it’s morning, Jiao Xue. It’s the perfect time to explore." He stretched his arms with a yawn, then shot her a charming, innocent smile. "And wouldn’t it be nice to have company?"

Feng Jiao Xue remained unimpressed. "No."

He took another step closer, tilting his head. "But what if something happens?"

Feng Jiao Xue raised a brow. "Like what?"

Mo Tianze’s tail flicked. "Like... I don’t know... someone tries to rob you?"

She gave him a pointed look.

Mo Tianze coughed and quickly changed tactics. "Or what if you get lost?"

Feng Jiao Xue pulled up her hood. "I won’t."

His ears drooped slightly, and he sighed, rubbing his arm. "But if you leave me here alone... I’ll be lonely." His voice was soft, pitiful, his golden eyes shining just the right way under the morning light.

Feng Jiao Xue stared at him, unimpressed.

From his resting spot near the bed, Yin Xiao snorted, as if equally unconvinced.

Mo Tianze huffed and decided to go all in. He clasped his hands together, his tail swaying gently as he spoke in a small, pleading voice. "Jiao Xue... don’t you care about me?"

Feng Jiao Xue sighed deeply and flicked his forehead.

Mo Tianze flinched, rubbing his head. "Ow."

"Enough with the act," she said flatly. "I need you to stay here. If someone is watching us, moving together makes us look more suspicious."

Mo Tianze pouted. "But it’s boring here..."

"You’ll survive."

He sighed dramatically, plopping back onto the bed with his arms sprawled out. His silver ears twitched before he mumbled under his breath, "What if you don’t come back?"

Feng Jiao Xue paused at the door.

She turned slightly, glancing at him. Her voice softened just a little. "I will."

Mo Tianze frowned, unconvinced.

She walked back and placed a hand lightly on his shoulder. "Trust me, Tianze."

His ears perked slightly, but he still grumbled, "I do... I just don’t like it."

Feng Jiao Xue smirked. "I know."

He crossed his arms, tail flicking behind him. "If you’re not back by noon, I’m coming to find you."

Feng Jiao Xue chuckled under her breath. "I’d expect nothing less."

With that, she slipped out the door, leaving Mo Tianze pouting on the bed, his tail swishing in frustration as he watched her go.

Feng Jiao Xue stepped onto the quiet street, her hood casting a shadow over her face. The morning air was cool, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and freshly baked bread. Yet, she paid little attention to the village’s waking hum, her focus was elsewhere.

She closed her eyes, letting her senses expand.

At first, the world around her was a layered orchestra of sound. The rhythmic creak of wooden buckets being lowered into wells, the gentle splash of water meeting stone, the distant murmur of a merchant setting up his stall. Leaves rustled as a bird took flight. Somewhere in the woods beyond the village, a single droplet of water fell from a leaf and landed with a delicate plop.

She exhaled slowly, tuning out the lesser sounds.

Then, she found it, the surge of running water.

It was deep, strong, carving through the land with purpose. A river, hidden beyond the veil of trees. A source.

Her eyes snapped open.

With a single step, she propelled herself upward, landing soundlessly on a tiled rooftop. The clay was warm beneath her feet, still holding onto the remnants of yesterday’s sun. She crouched low, adjusting her weight before launching into the air once more.

The village blurred beneath her as she moved.

Her body cut through the wind like a blade, leaping from one rooftop to the next with effortless precision. To the untrained eye, she was nothing more than a flickering shadow, a passing breeze.

At the village’s edge, she pushed off the last roof and soared toward the trees. Her fingertips brushed the rough bark of an old cypress as she landed lightly on a thick branch. The moment her feet met wood, she was already in motion again, barely leaving an imprint behind before springing to the next.

Faster.

The world around her blurred into streaks of green and brown. The rush of the river grew louder, its presence undeniable now.

Drip.

She caught the subtle shift of moisture in the air, the scent of wet stone and moss. A splash, a person drinking. A footstep, someone passing nearby.

But she did not slow.

A final push sent her soaring high, the treetops momentarily parting to reveal the stretch of blue sky above. She twisted midair, her cloak billowing around her like a phantom’s embrace before she landed soundlessly on a sturdy branch overlooking the hidden river below.

Her golden eyes sharpened.

Now, it was time to find what she came for.

The world was painted in soft twilight hues, dawn’s embrace still clinging to the sky, casting deep violets and wisps of silver across the heavens. A thin mist curled at Tian Heng’s feet, swirling like unseen spirits drawn to the pulse of magic that trembled in the air.

He stood at the heart of the clearing, his breath slow, measured, though his heart pounded with the weight of unyielding frustration. His long, dark hair clung to his damp forehead, his robes whispering against the dewy grass as he shifted his stance. The gentle morning breeze danced around him, ruffling his sleeves, as if coaxing him to try again.

His hands lifted, fingers splayed, as he reached for the magic within him, elusive, fleeting. The moment he called upon it, the air thickened, charged with unseen energy.

His voice, low but commanding, wove through the silence.

"Vaelthar shantrae thalor—"

(Wind, shield me as earth does stone...)

A hush fell upon the clearing. A whisper of wind stirred around him, pulling at his robes, carrying with it the scent of damp moss and blooming nightshade. The leaves overhead quivered as if something unseen passed through them, but the force was weak, unsteady, slipping through his grasp like grains of sand.

Tian Heng’s amethyst eyes gleamed, frustration curling in his chest like a trapped storm. He clenched his fists, exhaling slowly through his nose. Again.

"Zarnath dranath lurai, thalun kyran velora vai!"

(Darkness shall break, light will rise—ignite with power and pierce the skies!)

A pulse of golden fire erupted at his fingertips, flickering like candlelight caught in an unseen wind. The mist recoiled from it, spiraling outward in ghostly tendrils. For a fleeting moment, it was beautiful, a single ember against the fading darkness of dawn.

Then, just as quickly, it sputtered and died.

Tian Heng staggered back, his breath sharp. His fingers curled into trembling fists.

Not enough.

The magic was there, humming beneath his skin like a song he couldn’t quite grasp, a whisper just beyond reach. But he was failing. Over and over again.

Useless. Weak. Disappointment.

His mother’s words dug into him like thorns.

Tian Heng’s jaw tightened. No. He would not let this be the end.

He straightened, his eyes darkening with renewed resolve. Once more, he lifted his hands, feeling the energy of the world hum beneath his fingertips, the mist, the wind, the morning light.

This time, he would reach it. This time, he would make it his.

Snap!

Feng Jiao Xue made her presence known as she stepped out of the shadows.

Tian Heng froze.

The presence of another had slipped past his awareness, something that shouldn’t have been possible. His magic, weak as it was, still gave him a sense of his surroundings. Yet, she had stepped out of the shadows like a ghost, as if she had been part of the mist all along.

Feng Jiao Xue stood at the edge of the clearing, her posture relaxed, but her gaze sharp. The way the morning light filtered through the trees painted her in hues of silver and blue, her hair catching the wind like a flowing river of midnight.

Tian Heng’s fingers twitched as he took a step back, instinct forcing him into caution. He didn’t know who she was, but something in the depths of her cold eyes made his pulse quicken. Not in fear, but in acknowledgment, his was not someone ordinary.

"You’re pushing yourself too hard" she said, her voice quiet yet carrying across the space between them.

Tian Heng straightened, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his sleeve. His heart still pounded from his repeated failures, but he masked it well. "That’s none of your concern."

Feng Jiao Xue tilted her head slightly, regarding him. "Why?"

His brows furrowed. "Why what?"

"Why are you trying so hard? Why bother with someone who will never appreciate you?" Her voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, like she had seen too much of the world to believe in wasted effort.

Tian Heng’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You think I’m doing this for her too? For my mother?" He let out a humorless chuckle, his violet eyes burning with something deeper than resentment. "I gave up on that a long time ago."

Feng Jiao Xue said nothing, waiting.

Tian Heng lifted his hand, staring at his own palm as if he could see the power that refused to bend to his will. "I’m not doing this for her. I’m doing this for myself." His voice, though quiet, carried the weight of something unshakable. "I don’t care if she calls me useless. I don’t care if the people in this village whisper about my wasted talent. I’m going to prove them all wrong."

He turned his gaze to the morning sky, watching as the last traces of dawn’s mist began to dissolve under the growing light. "One day, I’ll carve out my own path. Not as my mother’s failure, not as someone’s disappointment, but as myself. As Tian Heng."

Feng Jiao Xue studied him for a long moment, then, to his surprise, a flicker of approval passed through her expression. She stepped closer, reaching into her robes.

A smooth piece of jade caught the light as she held it up between two fingers. The carving was unmistakable, the character for Feng etched onto its surface with deliberate precision.

Tian Heng stiffened. His breath caught for a moment before he met her gaze, searching.

"If that’s what you truly want," she said, voice steady, "then come with me."

Tian Heng stared at her, his mind racing.

She didn’t offer sympathy. She didn’t offer empty words of comfort. She offered something far greater.

Opportunity.

"I have resources," she continued. "I have knowledge. If you follow me, I’ll make sure you have everything you need to grow stronger. And in return, no one will ever look down on you again."

Silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t empty. It was filled with the weight of a choice.

Tian Heng’s fingers twitched as he looked at the jade, at the name engraved into it.

Feng.

Not just a name. A banner. A future.

He clenched his fists once more, but this time, it wasn’t out of frustration. It was out of resolution.

Slowly, Tian Heng met Feng Jiao Xue’s eyes and nodded.

"I accept."