Weilder Of The Celestial Divine Veins

I woke up today, and something felt off. The night still clung to the sky. It wasn't dawn yet. But outside my window, I heard strange noises. Then, amidst the chaos, I heard my grandfather's voice. He was screaming. I ran out, heart pounding, and the sight that greeted me shook me to the core. Blood painted the earth. The bodies of my clansmen were strewn across the courtyard like broken dolls. Was this a dream? Am I still asleep? What kind of fate had befallen my clan? What was going to become of me? Then I saw him. My grandfather stood at the center of the massacre, his eyes meeting mine. He was an elder of our clan, revered, feared, and strong beyond measure. They called him the Hidden Elder, a title he earned for the immense strength he kept concealed. Some even said he rivaled the clan master himself. Our clan, the Jin Clan, was the weakest in the village. A forgotten name, barely worth mentioning, yet my grandfather was one of the strongest Qi cultivators the village had ever known. The village itself was small and isolated. I had never left it. Everything I knew of the outside world came from faded scrolls and old tales told around dying fires. For as long as I could remember, I had been mocked and ridiculed, not just by outsiders, but by the very villagers I grew up with. Why? Because of my veins. My mana veins were defective. I couldn't store energy like the others. Qi slipped away just like Mana did. Every time I tried to cultivate, it felt like my own body was rejecting me. Like I was born broken. Sometimes, I wondered if the heavens had made a mistake by letting me live at all. I tried to fight back against the helplessness. I buried myself in books, hoping to find answers. I trained my body, hoping that strength might compensate where spirit failed. But nothing ever changed. No matter how hard I worked, the void inside me never disappeared. My grandpa wasn't even my biological grandpa. He found me in the dark mountains when he went out to train. I was still a child then. I looked so innocent, and he was moved to take me in. He trained me like his own son. That also added to the stigma I faced in the clan. Sometimes, they would say I wasn't even meant to be alive if Grandpa hadn't found me that day. Sometimes, I had conflicts with the clan elder responsible for allocating materials. Still, any time my grandpa saw that, he always made sure to discipline that elder because of his status in the clan. No one, except the clan leader, dared to go against the clan elder. Seeing my grandpa in such a state awoke something deep in me. I felt this intense urge to kill those godforsaken people who wanted to hurt my grandpa. As our eyes met, in that instant, I felt the sadness in his eyes. It was like he knew he was going to die there. The person he was battling with was a woman, and she seemed to be at the Mana Core stage in her mana cultivation. The woman had red hair and looked like a seductress. Maybe she seduced people to their deaths because she was just too enchanting. As I looked, I felt like looking at her more. That seemed to be some kind of psyche power. Maybe she was a psyche cultivator, because only psyche cultivators were known to affect the mind. Or maybe she was a soul cultivator, but soul cultivation was just too hard and complex, and there were rarely any soul cultivators in existence. There were some other people just standing and watching the battle unfold with a gaze that towered over the heavens. I didn't dare guess how strong they were, because they looked stronger than even my grandpa. I made sure to hide myself well so no one would see me, but then I slipped. It seemed I was shaking so much that I subconsciously slipped and fell. I couldn't look forward because I knew the horror that awaited me. My grandpa looked back and screamed, "Haoran, run away! Run far away from here! Don't look back!" I could feel the agony in his voice as he shouted. I immediately stood up, and with strength I didn't know where it came from, I ran with all my might. The people who wanted to wipe out our clan didn't even bother with me. It was almost daybreak, maybe three or four a.m., but everything was still dark, the wind cold and hard. There was no time to feel cold. I only felt misery and sorrow. The dark forest I never wanted to go to, because I was warned never to step foot there, was now the place I ran to seeking refuge. I didn't know how I would survive. I only ran because it was my only option. Everything felt grey. I ran and ran until I left the village and entered the outskirts of the dark forest. There was only one way I could survive and that was if I was so lucky to come across any beast but that will most certainly be impossible. Just as I thought about that I looked ahead of me and it seemed that luck was really not on my side today because as I looked, I saw a red rabbit that seemed to be half a meter tall. That alone terrified me, I had not yet reached the age to fight such beasts even if I wanted to and I was not like those top geniuses that had already opened a very good mana vein or had started to grasp how to control qi at a young age. Heck I had the trashiest talent in the village. I began to feel a soul gripping fear as the beast noticed me. There was no escape now, I had to fight and I had to win. I immediately began thinking of all the martial techniques I had read in the village library. I remembered the basic kicks and punches I had practiced a thousand times every day. It all came rushing in. Maybe I was prepared for this after all.