The Last Disciple of Lightning Peak

⚡ The Last Disciple of Lightning Peak

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🛡️ Spiritual Departure — A New

Sanctuary

After the martial soul test ended, Aarush and his companions began preparing

for the next trial. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, Aarush turned to

Sylara.

> "I'm going home."

Sylara folded her arms, gaze steady.

> "You should come with me instead. And you two—Niva, Sariya—you're coming

as well."

Niva blinked, surprised. "Why me?"

Sylara smiled faintly. "You'll see."

They followed her to the edge of the mountain trail where a shimmering

spiritual boat awaited—etched with ancient runes, glowing with refined aura.

Its design radiated craftsmanship beyond their realm.

Niva's eyes widened. "Is this...?"

Sariya whispered, "Spiritual boats are artifacts mortals only dream

of..."

Aarush leaned toward them, voice low.

> "Told you she's not ordinary."

The soft whisper made both girls flinch slightly. Niva looked away, a blush

rising. Sariya adjusted her posture, her expression unreadable.

> "Come on," Sylara called. "No time to dawdle. You three need proper

preparation."

As the boat lifted into the sky, spirit birds flew alongside. Below, valleys

rolled like jade carpets and rivers shimmered like silk. The view was

breathtaking.

They landed in a feather-soft grove lined with qi blossoms. Sylara led them

into a sanctum built of wind-hollowed stone.

> "Sit. I'll return shortly."

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🌸 Gathering in the Meditation Hall

Inside the quiet room, Niva gestured toward Sariya.

> "Meet her properly. She helped me... when everyone mocked me. Even the

examiner."

Aarush offered a respectful nod. "I saw your Phoenix Martial Soul. Fierce.

Beautiful."

Sariya nodded back. "Your storm shook more than the sky."

Before they could say more, Sylara returned—carrying a tray of shimmering

pills.

> "These are Soul Nourishment Pills," she said. "Each refined from Starcore

Lotus Flame and Thunderleaf Essence."

She placed one before each disciple.

> "They won't raise your cultivation instantly—but they'll refine your soul,

stabilize breakthroughs, and purify inner qi. I'm offering these not as gifts,

but in recognition of your character. Especially you, Sariya—your kindness

toward someone you didn't know speaks louder than

talent."

She turned to Niva.

> "But before you consume it... I need to see your Martial Soul more

clearly."

Sylara placed two fingers on Niva's forehead. And

froze.

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🔥 Niva's Soul Revealed — The Formless Storm

Flame

Pink and silver aura surged outward. No form. No beast. No weapon. Just

pressure. Just sound. Just presence.

Sylara stepped back, stunned.

> "This... this can't be…"

She gathered herself, voice low.

> "Your soul is called the Formless Storm Flame. It evolves based on your

choices, your trials. It has no shape—only

essence."

> "They say it only appears... when fate begins to

change."

Niva's eyes widened. Her breath stilled.

> "But I'm no one... how could I have...

that?"

Sylara's eyes softened.

> "Not anymore."

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🧘‍♀️ Meditation Begins — Flames and

Storms

Sariya sat cross-legged first. She glanced once, then swallowed her

pill.

Her Phoenix aura erupted.

Crimson flame surged from her body, shrieking like a dragon. Not just

fire—refining fire. It raced through her meridians, purifying every thread of

essence.

> "I broke through," she whispered. "Mid to late stage. First Pulse Vein

Realm."

Sylara observed calmly. "Your aura... carries echoes of an ancient Phoenix

Clan."

Sariya looked down. Uncomfortable. Sylara noticed—but didn't

press.

> "Stabilize your soul."

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🌩️ Niva's Breakthrough — Storm in Her

Veins

A few minutes later, Niva's aura pulsed.

Silver lightning threaded through pink mist. Her Martial Soul shimmered without

form.

Suddenly, the weather outside shifted.

From sunny skies... to thunderous storm.

Sylara's eyes snapped to Aarush. His aura—denser, pulsing.

But Niva pressed forward.

Her breath synced with thunder. Her soul flexed. Her body

glowed.

> "Early to mid-stage," Sylara whispered. "Pulse Vein

Realm."

Niva opened her eyes. But instead of celebration—she looked to

Aarush.

He hadn't moved.

Still meditating... like a cultivator who had practiced for lifetimes.

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⚔️ Aarush's Ascension — Thunder Born of

Blade

Sylara called softly.

> "Aarush. Come."

He stood.

His aura ignited.

Thunder cracked across the roof. The Stormbound Sword appeared—circling him,

alive.

The storm flared.

Swords nearby shuddered.

Then—thunder and blade merged. One final surge.

The room trembled.

Breakthrough.

> "Mid-stage," Sylara said. "Pulse Vein Realm."

Aarush's eyes opened slowly.

Just before his soul returned, a shadow passed—unseen.

It whispered:

> "That thunder... like dragons curled inside the

blade."

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🌫️ End of Chapter 11

Three disciples.

Three soul evolutions.

And above the valley... the clouds whispered to the heavens.

Fate had begun to burn through the sky.