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The devil's deal.

The devil's deal.

ÆON

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Rage, confusion, rise and fall. He realized everyone around him is to used by him or be used by them.

Chapter 1 A Prodigy's Promise

The morning mist hung delicately over the Celestial Cultivation Clan's mountain compound, softening the edges of ancient stone buildings and verdant training grounds. Here, amid the whispers of cultivational energy and the distant chime of meditation bells, Prince Kai Lin stood poised in perfect cultivation stance, his slender frame radiating an extraordinary potential that caught every elder's admiring gaze.

At sixteen, Kai was already renowned as a prodigy whose cultivation talents surpassed generations. His meridians conducted spiritual energy with unprecedented clarity, and his understanding of complex cultivation techniques was intuitive and breathtaking. Where other young cultivators struggled for months to grasp fundamental techniques, Kai mastered them in weeks, his brilliant mind dissecting magical principles with surgical precision.

His parents, Lord and Lady Lin, watched from a nearby pavilion. His father, a distinguished clan elder with silver-streaked hair and piercing eyes, nodded with quiet pride. His mother, elegant and composed, smiled softly, her delicate fingers tracing the embroidered silk of her ceremonial robes.

"He is extraordinary," whispered Elder Zhang, observing Kai's flawless technique. "In a hundred years, I've never seen such natural talent."

Kai's promised bride, Mei Ling, watched him with a mixture of admiration and genuine affection. Unlike many arranged marriages in the clan, theirs was a connection of mutual respect and emerging fondness. She was herself a talented cultivator, her jade-like beauty complemented by a sharp, strategic mind that matched Kai's intellectual prowess.

As Kai completed his morning cultivation session, spiritual energy rippling around him like invisible waves, he approached his parents and Mei Ling. His movements were graceful, his white cultivation robes pristine and adorned with subtle golden embroideries signifying his royal lineage.

"Mother, Father," he greeted, bowing respectfully. "The morning's cultivation was particularly productive."

His father, Lord Lin, examined his son critically. "Your left meridian's energy flow was marginally uneven during the third rotation. We will discuss refinement techniques later."

Despite the critique, there was unmistakable warmth in Lord Lin's voice. Kai accepted the observation without defensiveness, a trait that distinguished him from many young cultivators who would bristle at such precise feedback.

Mei Ling stepped forward, her own cultivation aura subtly intertwining with Kai's-a promising sign of potential magical compatibility. "Your technique continues to improve," she said, her voice soft yet clear.

The clan's atmosphere was one of measured excitement. Kai represented not just personal potential, but the future leadership of their prestigious magical lineage. Every elder saw in him the promise of continued greatness, of maintaining the Celestial Cultivation Clan's legendary status.

Little did they know that beneath this perfect surface, subtle currents of clan politics and hidden ambitions were already stirring-currents that would soon dramatically alter Kai's seemingly predetermined path.

As the morning training concluded, servants prepared for the daily clan assembly. Scrolls of magical records were carefully arranged, training grounds were meticulously swept, and the delicate balance of clan hierarchy quietly hummed with anticipation.

Kai Lin stood at the center of this world-young, talented, beloved, and utterly unaware of the complex destiny that awaited him. His current life was a canvas of potential, unmarred by the dark shadows that would soon descend, ready to transform him in ways no one could yet imagine.

The first whispers of change were already beginning, soft as morning mist, but carrying the promise of a storm that would remake everything.

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