The Oracle stone secret's
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Chapter 2
GBOONG!
The deep toll of the ancient bell echoed across the Yan Clan courtyard.
Silence fell.
Hundreds of youths instantly straightened their backs, lifting their chins with pride. Today would decide their futures.
Some wore confident smiles.
Others couldn't hide the sweat gathering in their palms.
If one failed, he's fate will be far terrible than death.
He or she will be expelled from the family or looked by other for the rest of his life.
Even the one with a good family and parents will find it hard to accept their fate.
The massive Oracle Stone stood in the center of the platform, shimmering beneath the morning sun.
"First candidate."
A young man stepped forward.
The instant his palm touched the stone, streams of colorful light burst into the sky.
"Premium Dantian Root!"
An elder's excited voice rang throughout the square.
The crowd exploded into cheers.
"I knew it!"
"He has always carried an extraordinary aura."
"Of course. He's Young Master Lin."
The young man smiled proudly as several elders rushed toward him, each trying to recruit him.
The next disciple stepped forward.
A soft purple light spread across the Oracle Stone.
"Ordinary Dantian," the elder announced calmly. "Your spiritual root is Water. Cultivate diligently, and you may still achieve greatness."
The disciple bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, Elder."
One after another...
The ceremony continued.
Laughter, cheers, and excitement filled the square while elders argued over talented disciples.
Finally...
"Yan Hua."
The entire courtyard suddenly became quiet.
Then came the laughter.
"So the servant finally showed up."
"What thick skin."
"If I were him, I'd be too ashamed to come."
A female disciple folded her arms and sneered.
"What else do you expect? He's only a servant's son."
Another disciple laughed.
"Didn't you hear? His mother is—"
"Enough!"
Yan Hua's voice cut through the crowd.
Everyone froze.
The female disciple looked at him before bursting into laughter.
"You dare raise your voice at me?"
Crack!
A whip lashed across Yan Hua's face.
A sharp line of blood appeared on his cheek.
The female disciple lowered the whip without a trace of pity.
"Kneel."
Yan Hua slowly wiped the blood from his face.
His fists trembled.
They could mock him.
Beat him.
Call him worthless.
But...
No one had the right to insult his mother.
He slowly raised his head.
His eyes locked onto the female disciple.
For a split second...
She stopped breathing.
A terrifying pressure swept over her.
His gaze burned like raging flames.
"W-What..."
She instinctively stepped back.
"Impossible..."
"He doesn't even have cultivation..."
"So why does it feel like..."
Fear gripped her heart.
"Test your aptitude," an elder ordered impatiently.
He frooze for a minute, a burning sensation runned trough his body.
The flame in his eyes couldn't hide the anger burning trough him.
He wanted to fight back but was powerless.
Yan Hua walked toward the Oracle Stone.
His heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears.
Slowly...
He placed his palm against it.
BOOM!
A blinding golden pillar erupted into the heavens.
The entire sky turned gold.
Everyone shot to their feet.
"Please pinch me maybe I'm dreaming," The female disciple who mocked Yan hua earlier.
Even the elders stared with widened eyes.
"What is this?"
"A Heavenly-grade spiritual root?"
"No..."
Before anyone could react—
The golden light vanished.
The Oracle Stone went completely dark.
Silence.
Then...
Laughter erupted once again.
"I knew it."
"A servant could never possess such talent."
"The stone must have malfunctioned."
Several elders exchanged uneasy looks.
Only the Grand Elder remained silent.
His eyes never left the Oracle Stone.
"...No."
His voice was barely above a whisper.
"That wasn't a malfunction."
Everyone turned toward him.
"The Oracle Stone..."
"...was suppressing something."
A chill spread through the elders.
"What kind of power could force an ancient Oracle Stone to shut itself down?"
No one answered.
Yan Hua lowered his head.
The mocking laughter stabbed deeper than any blade.
" Come down from"
" What a bad luck "
" This is not a place a servant should be "
Several voice at the same time.
Smeared him..
mocking him...
Today he was totally disappointed in himself.
Without saying another word...
He turned and ran.
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Night quietly covered the Yan Clan.
The tiny servant's house stood alone in the darkness.
Yan Hua sat outside beneath the moon, staring at the stars.
The door creaked open.
His mother walked over and gently sat beside him.
"My son..."
She softly held his hand.
"Don't let today's humiliation break you."
Yan Hua forced a smile.
"I've gotten used to it."
Her heart ached.
" I have heard everything that happens in the afternoon ".
She reached into his sleeve and gently touched the old bracelet wrapped around his wrist.
"There is something I have hidden from you all these years."
Yan Hua looked up.
"The day I found you..."
"You weren't an ordinary child."
Her fingers trembled.
" What.."
He exclaimed.
" I know you will find it hard to believe".
pause.
... but that's the truth ".
"The only thing your parents left behind was this golden bracelet."
"I once tried to remove it..."
She paused, remembering the terrifying scene.
"The moment it left your wrist..."
She hesitated before continue.
"Your black hair turned snow white."
"Your eyes..."
"...became pure gold."
"I was so frightened that I quickly put it back."
"To protect you, I wrapped it with old cloth so everyone would think it was an ordinary bracelet."
Tears welled in her eyes.
"I never told you because I feared someone would discover your secret."
" I don't want to put you in danger, you are my son and it's my duties to protect you.
Yan Hua stared silently at the bracelet.
His breathing slowed.
A tear dropped on the bracelet.
Then...
Crack!
A tiny golden crack suddenly appeared across the cloth wrapped around the bracelet.
The night sky trembled.
Far beyond the Yan Clan...
An ancient pair of golden eyes slowly opened.
"I've found him."
The mysterious voice echoed across countless realms.
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