Dao of Trading

The towering gates of the Hundred Market Sect loomed before Ling Feng, their intricate engravings depicting the eternal struggle of traders—the rise of fortunes, the fall of the reckless, and the ascension of those who had mastered the Dao of Trading. Each carving told a story, a lesson etched into the very stone, waiting to be deciphered by those willing to learn.

With a deep breath, Ling Feng stepped forward.

The courtyard within was alive with the hum of voices, the air thick with ambition and desperation alike. The sect was a vast sanctuary where traders from all walks of life sought enlightenment. Some came seeking riches, others sought to unravel the secrets of price movements, and a rare few—like Ling Feng—came in pursuit of true mastery.

The first lesson in the sect was harsh. Unlike what Ling Feng had imagined, there were no secret manuals, no divine techniques passed down from the heavens. Instead, disciples were given access to the most basic of teachings—candlestick formations, support and resistance, trend lines—tools that, while useful, revealed nothing of the deeper forces at play.

For weeks, Ling Feng studied alongside the others, watching as his fellow disciples chased price movements blindly, entering trades without understanding the true nature of the market. He saw them celebrate when they won, and fall into despair when they lost, their fates dictated by chance rather than skill.

He was no different.

His trades were erratic, his confidence fragile. One day, he felt like a genius, the next, a fool. He followed patterns only to watch them fail, placed stops only to be taken out moments before price reversed in his favor.

It was a vicious cycle, and with each failure, doubt crept further into his heart.

One evening, after suffering a string of losses, Ling Feng stood before the great stone tablets in the courtyard. They bore the inscriptions of past masters—wisdom distilled from years of triumph and defeat.

One inscription caught his eye:

"The market does not deceive. It simply is. Those who see only what they wish to see will always be blind."

Ling Feng clenched his fists. What was he missing?

A voice interrupted his thoughts. "You seek answers, but are you ready to discard what you think you know?"

He turned to see the old man from before—Master Tian Yuan.

"If you are ready," the master said, his gaze piercing. "Come. Let me show you how to truly see."

And with those words, Ling Feng's true training began.