- Location
- Australia
YEEESSSS, they can pull switcheroos and work together. For the PUNS!
Broken Adventure
- Thread starter theaceoffire
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If he can replicate and share the anti-cellular decay aspect of his technique for the others? That alone will send freaking shockwaves and be an immeasurable gift. After all, one of the main reasons why so much focus is placed on talent and the need to cultivate as much as possible is because the higher you go the longer it takes and you have a good chance of dying of old age before you reach a level that extends your lifespan again, giving you more room for progress to keep extending your lifespan.
So, if he is able to do this so even the outer disciples of the sect can do it? Yes, it may take some time for the full benefits to be seen, but it should allow over the next few centuries their number of higher level members to increase because they would get more time to cultivate.
So, if he is able to do this so even the outer disciples of the sect can do it? Yes, it may take some time for the full benefits to be seen, but it should allow over the next few centuries their number of higher level members to increase because they would get more time to cultivate.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
I thought Adam wanted to make himself taste good?
And that's how the first Quirk manifested in MHA... wait, wrong story... or is it?
Yep, gonna be utterly hilarious once he turns in his 'simple' notes and the sect understands exactly what hes done.
Elders and disciples of the sect alike are all going to be scrambling over themselves to use it because Adam has ignored/not noticed one key detail of his technique that makes it worldbreaking, it doesn't require any prerequisite levels of cultivation, rare resources or pills to use.
Anyone able to shape/use energy is able to use this regardless of their status, means or resources as long as they know the technique and can manage it. The Sect will be scrambling all over themselves to keep this hidden while at the same time trying to spread it as far as possible internally so that all their members are several dozen steps above anyone else even at the base level.
The knock on effects of this on the Sect are going to be incredible.
Won't the 'Gentle Rebirth' rock the Sect!?
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- Here
And you both would be right... if those others ALSO had Blue energy to work with. Or Binding energy.
Unfortunately they only have Fire energy at best, impure and mixed quantities of Fire energy at that.
As mentioned, with lower quality energy you get lower quality results.
Instead of immortality, maybe a doubling or tripling of lifespan.
Instead of heat immunity (Or absorbance), heat resistance.
Instead of instant recovery, increased recovery.
Still useful, but well... even the best process won't give the best results with crappy inputs.
Thats still a massive gamechanger when every member of the Sect is capable of getting it.
Thats the kind of thing that puts a Sect up a tier or two.
- Location
- Canada
I think you're underestimating the usefulness. Compared to nothing or expensive alternatives, having an easy and free method that can give all their members those benefits is insane. It's not the usefulness to the high-tier members that makes it so valuable but it's usefulness to the low-tier ones. Definitely will earn him a good bit of credits and attention / patronage.
Yeah the aging thing alone basically means each and every member of the Sect has a far more forgiving time period for reaching each stage of Cultivation, for instance in most cultivation novels a lot of outer disciples would be lucky to reach more than a few steps up the Cultivation ladder before getting stuck due to their talent/age meaning they can go no further/get cut off from resources.
Once they get this technique going the Blazing sword sect can happily cultivate and not feel stuck even if they take a little longer, especially as the technique probably helps cultivation speed too.
Basically where for a normal sect the cultivation 'prime time' for most people would be from the age of 10/12-40/50 (where if they don't reach a certain stage before then they'd probably be better off stopping/there'd be no point), for the Blazing Sun with this new technique even the lowest people in the sect would have a grace period of something like 10/12-80/100+, that is a hell of a lot more forgiving and over time lets the sect build up a lot more people of higher ranks than a sect of an equivalent rank/tier would otherwise have.
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- Alabama
I would love to see that meet up honestly someones been messing with timelines, playing with lives and needs a godly backhand to put em in place.
that and if he brought cultivation in some odd way to that universe could monsters use it? and better yet sans would be able to call sleeping meditating.
That is assuming they can even use the method.
Hence why one of the major qualifiers for my own post involved 'IF' he can. Is it likely that he would be able to give the exact same benefits to others that he enjoys himself? Perhaps. Can he adapt things to they would be able to do it themselves? Again, perhaps but this one now relies on the fact that there are a number of external factors that decrease the efficiency.\
But yeah, as Johnworm and Vilgrave have said, he does not need to be able to pass on the full technique... and in this case we would see it as 'if you are able to reach this stage of the method, it yields X results, if you manage to reach the next stage it yields an improvement on the results'. Because at the end of the day the extra time is extra time.
But yeah, as Johnworm and Vilgrave have said, he does not need to be able to pass on the full technique... and in this case we would see it as 'if you are able to reach this stage of the method, it yields X results, if you manage to reach the next stage it yields an improvement on the results'. Because at the end of the day the extra time is extra time.
- Location
- indonesia
here come the undertale multiverse, If that happen I wonder wich sans he's meeting
I think it's all in the tone of the writer and not making it full of out of place world building Taylor varga makes the world building funny and exciting mauling sharks I have only read a bit of as of yet and broken adventure makes it happy light-hearted kinda strange and funny so it's just a nice trip all around
You know, I just realized the real kicker and synergy waiting to happen. Research is going to find ways to improve existing cultivation techniques, because lets face it, refining existing data and running simulations to improve and existing practice is what that power should be awesome at, and so he'll be able to earn points for making existing cultivation methods a bit better... and then he gives them the life extension technique meaning that they can do the improved methods longer.
All of it hinging on him being able to make the techniques apply to others of course.
All of it hinging on him being able to make the techniques apply to others of course.
Isomin
Consistently sleep-deprived
- Location
- Australia
Erm, just my two cents having read far too many Xianxia stories (which seems to be the theme of this arc), a cultivation technique that doubles a person's lifespan is something that sects usually go to war for. I mean, one of the most common reasons for a traditional Xianxia protagonist to get dragged into a conflict, betrayed or backstabbed is that they possess some sort of treasure that everyone covets. A cultivation technique that doubles the user's lifespan with regard to other techniques qualifies with ease. Every single Xianxia story that I've read has at some point had some enemy think "How are they so strong? It must be their cultivation technique. I must kill them and steal it for myself" at least once, frequently more. In the eyes of cultivators, doubling lifespan doubles their time to reach ever higher cultivation levels, perhaps even immortality.
I'm not even going to discuss what the sects would do if they discovered that the cultivation technique even had the potential to directly grant immortality with the right type of energy. That's like the end goal for cultivators. A giant, planet wide, every man, woman, demon, spirit or being for themselves fight comes to mind.
I'm not even going to discuss what the sects would do if they discovered that the cultivation technique even had the potential to directly grant immortality with the right type of energy. That's like the end goal for cultivators. A giant, planet wide, every man, woman, demon, spirit or being for themselves fight comes to mind.
Quixotic_being
Fulfilling every contract to the letter
Adventure in Undertale:
scene begins in side of a house in snowdin, Papyrus adjusting his battle-body.
Papyrus thought it was wonderful that Sans was being so active.
cut to Sans asleep at his post for a moment, cut back.
he had even trained with him and Undyne like a true guardsmen.
Though it was odd that he had taken to wearing suits, Papyrus considered it a sign he was preparing himself for the responsibility!
cutting back to Sans, a blue blur flies past the out post, crashing into a tree (and waking Sans in the process), as the blue glow dispersed it showed itself to be a child, Glaring red eyes at a skeleton with a wispy blue flame flowing from one of its own eye.
Sans starred at the two, a skeleton in suit of a familiar light absorbing tone and a child wearing a colorful striped sweater.
"...Hey..." said Sans finally. The skeleton didn't move but did respond more than the child who only gave him a passing glance.
"Ya know, this is an interesting place to me." The skeleton thought out loud.
"Nice enough people, New magic and tech to research and even some nice sights to see, I didn't even need to beat anyone up until now." he intoned as he kept the circling child in view, the next part of his sentence rather than vaguely directed at his fellow skeleton, was solely for the child.
"But kids like you deserve to see what happens when you destroy people's lives" he finished.
scene begins in side of a house in snowdin, Papyrus adjusting his battle-body.
Papyrus thought it was wonderful that Sans was being so active.
cut to Sans asleep at his post for a moment, cut back.
he had even trained with him and Undyne like a true guardsmen.
Though it was odd that he had taken to wearing suits, Papyrus considered it a sign he was preparing himself for the responsibility!
cutting back to Sans, a blue blur flies past the out post, crashing into a tree (and waking Sans in the process), as the blue glow dispersed it showed itself to be a child, Glaring red eyes at a skeleton with a wispy blue flame flowing from one of its own eye.
Sans starred at the two, a skeleton in suit of a familiar light absorbing tone and a child wearing a colorful striped sweater.
"...Hey..." said Sans finally. The skeleton didn't move but did respond more than the child who only gave him a passing glance.
"Ya know, this is an interesting place to me." The skeleton thought out loud.
"Nice enough people, New magic and tech to research and even some nice sights to see, I didn't even need to beat anyone up until now." he intoned as he kept the circling child in view, the next part of his sentence rather than vaguely directed at his fellow skeleton, was solely for the child.
"But kids like you deserve to see what happens when you destroy people's lives" he finished.
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
Arc 2: Library Trip!
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- Here
The fated library day arrived, and instead of bouncing with energy Adam was rubbing his head in confusion.
Like most of his body, his hair (At one point in the past black) had undergone changes.
While in medical care, it had been shorn off.
Had to be, the left side of his head was wounded and needed treatment... not that his hair follicles mattered much when there was potential brain damage involved.
Honestly, there was a REASON Adam had focused on fixing his skull and head during recovery.
After last night, having finished converting his body fully into cultivation cells, he had assumed many things. Several possibilities.
That his muscle mass would increase faster, now that excess cells could duplicate faster and act as needed material at any time.
That his missing vocal cords would begin to regenerate, no matter how slow.
That his leg would be less fucked up.
No, what he didn't see coming was regaining the ability to grow a full head of hair and the excess cultivation energy being used to generate some initial stubble.
It made his formerly bald/scarred skull all prickly and stubbly. It tickled.
Weird.
No beard, thank goodness. Fourteen was a tad young for one anyway, and Adam didn't want to learn how to shave with one hand in a world that used straight razors only. Reinforced, sometimes mystically enhanced straight razors... Cultivator Hair can be serious business.
Point was, he had assumed that if/when his hair began to regrow, that it would be black again.
It was near cartoonishly blue. As was his eyebrows.
Also, his eyebrows were back.
With a sigh, he focused on cultivating some more before Elder Sister Quan arrived to show him where this 'Sect Repository of Knowledge' was. The Sect was huge, even ignoring the city that grew up around the place outside the Sect walls. He assumed the place would be somewhere closer to the base of the dormant volcano, but walking was annoying enough when he knew where he was going.
Adam felt his Shard sharpen again. Percentage wise, his meridian routes were around 39% full after a long night of concentration and... well, honestly a bit of boredom. It didn't sound like much, but every time he gained around 10% or so his ability to progress would screech to a halt as the Blue energy would 'overflow' the banks of his system and nurture his cultivation cells once more.
'Research' was the golden champion again in this process. The rate of cell division and refinement had skyrocketed after his body was enhanced with the more durable and powerful cells available, and the sensing techniques available to his Shard allowed 'Research' to detect any malformed or mutating cultivation cells with no effort. More importantly, it caught them EARLY.
A quick incineration (It probably would have been devoured by the healthy cells surrounding it, but no reason to take risks), and he was good to go again. Normally these mutations and damaged children cells would not happen at all... this was a side effect of his body vastly overproducing flesh and muscles, enhanced by spiritual energy. That and his own desire to be better NOW, not in a decade or so.
This increase in mass production forced Adam to use his room's call ropes, and request a massive quantity of emergency food supplies... which apparently made SOMEONE happy. After that, every hour or so his door would be knocked on, opened, and ever more food placed on his dining table while past dishes were taken away. The more consumed, the more the kitchens provided... even the servants shuffling plates around seemed overly happy to see his hunger.
Once gathered, a quick domination of the energies embedded in the feast and Adam could eat the (Now purely organic/non-spiritual) valuable and tasty resources without concern or danger!
And even with all the additional food, the physical changes were... subtle.
Like the hair thing.
Oh, his muscles were stronger now. His left leg was even slowly shifting into a proper shape... in a few days the cells down there would finish realigning the various badly healed sections and he would be good to go as far as that was concerned.
But he didn't bulk up. His muscles were getting stronger, but... well, the amount of weight lost and cannibalized to keep Adam alive all this time would take much longer than a few days of good meals to recover from.
Sure, his scars looked older and less inflamed (Ha!), and he was able to walk with no pain and nearly at full speed (No crutch! Hell yeah!)... but he still looked wounded and a bit alien. Which was fitting, he supposed.
With a sigh, he gathered his clothing and prepared for the day. He could worry about looking manly and his blue hair later.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Xiao Quan reached Chongsheng Adam's room with a bounce in her step.
SOMEONE above her had high hopes for the kid. Her requests to grant him access to the Repository was not only accepted, but had come with a thousand contribution points as something like a signing bonus. It was a rare but not unheard of privilege, and she would take some time to hopefully guide Adam towards the most profitable way to take advantage of the extra funds.
She knocked on the door... which opened quicker than expected.
Quan blinked. "...Why is your hair blue?"
He lifted his eye-patch, bright blue liquid flames glowing.
She sighed. "Side effect from your healing then?"
A nod.
Fair enough. "Right, would you like me to help get your crutch set up? I have good news to talk about on our walk to the Repository."
Adam waved her off, walking without issue out of his room and closing the door behind him.
Her eyebrows shot up in shock, and before she could stop herself her Three Eye Crow Martial Spirit was summoned as she quickly began activating various medical techniques. "VERY advanced muscle growth, vast advancement with your cultivation base, your body is now very resistant to Flame energy... no, that isn't quite right. Is it absorbing my technique? Very interesting! Your leg is being restructured, and I think I am detecting some sort of... Huh."
She blinked as her energy patterns just... stopped. Looking back at Adam, she saw his dry expression. Oops. "Sorry! Sorry, I just... you know, wanted to make sure you were alright." And... her energy was moving again.
...How the hell did he do THAT!?
Right, personal secrets, don't intrude, focus. Recalling her Crow and collecting her calm, she coughed lightly. "Right, stuff to tell you, time to go, lets move it I suppose! With you able to walk...?"
He nodded.
She grinned. "Then we will have loads of time to get there!" She stood close as they walked towards the exit in case she had to support him. He COULD be pushing himself to seem healthier than he actually was... some Cultivators had major pride issues. "Right, let me tell you about the extra support someone up above has been throwing at you..."
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Free contribution points? Sweet! No guilt over abusing Sister Quan's generosity either, taking points from her would feel sleazy at this point.
While Adam tried to look calm and relaxed on the walk, inside he was full of happy jitters.
He could walk, he could walk, no more pain! Yeah, his gait was a bit wiggly due to his still messed up left leg, but he didn't need to clutch a stick and struggle with each step. He never really expected to feel such raw joy at the ability to walk in a (mostly) straight line, but screw it this was awesome!
The further they walked towards the mountain (Technically this was what, the Pyroclastic Flow? Or Volcanic Cone... or whatever), the more buildings and paths came into view. Not that it was super easy to focus on that, because the conversation with Sister Quan was fascinating.
For example, while not obvious to someone who has been here his whole life, the 'Burning Sword Sect' was a VERY important Sect in the region. The many, many surrounding kingdoms had to tread very carefully when it came to us, and for good reason!
In many kingdoms, possessing thousands of clans, villages, and sects... most of them might only have a few Cultivators reach Seventh and Eighth Order Warriors. Sects with access to a Peak Tenth Order Warrior of the Houtian Realm had high authority, and in may cases regions with dozens of kingdoms might not even have a SINGLE Xiantian Realm Cultivator... or have ever seen one!
Meanwhile, the Burning Sword Sect had dozens in the Xiantian Realm, with whispers that the current Patriarch of the Sect may be getting close to attempting to break through to the Saint Realm... at which point he would be passing his leadership position to one of his Disciples and becoming an Ancestor to the Sect. And no one knew exactly how many Ancestors there were or what Realms they had reached.
It was why a village like Forestend would be so stable for so long even close to the beast filled forest, and why so many warriors showed up to stop the stealth attack of the Spirit Beast. The Sect had power to allocate.
In a way it made sense. You had to be VERY strong to be 'kind', otherwise the various jerks and selfish people would quickly take advantage of you. It also made Adam more curious about what information such a powerful Sect would have gathered together. What they would feel comfortable making available.
As they passed more and more Sect Members, Adam let 'Research' record and work with the raw data, focusing more on Sister Quan's knowledge. The Sect Repository of Knowledge was in a Pagoda, a multistory tower visible from here on their walk, each floor smaller than the last with beautiful red colored eaves at each level. The walls of the tower was like gray ash, the red eaves like embers on the towering building.
The base floor was both the largest and the most open. While the original jade slips were protected elsewhere, the base level was filled with transcribed text copies on all types of topics. It allowed the most access without risking the valuable jade slips to the general public, as reaching the higher levels of the Pagoda and the valuable information within required being a Sect member, being in good standing, and viewing the data while two very powerful Elders watched you and ensured nothing was damaged, stolen, or modified.
But the base level, so large and filled with data, was supposedly open to everyone. It not only held information about cultivation and careers and techniques, but about carpentry, masonry, puppetry, cooking, sewing, planting... it was literally a mass of raw information that the Sect maintained and expanded as a public service.
Copies from this lowest level would be sent to various sub-clans and allies, and those outside who were very talented and could somehow advance with this basic information would be encouraged to join the Sect and gain access to the higher tiers of information. One could spend a single contribution point for copies of these texts, unlike the ever more expensive slips further up the tower that required hundreds of points to even view for a single hour.
They were discussing how some of the higher level Cultivation Techniques had very few remaining followers, and thus would choose to release introduction texts down on the bottom floor to try and entice more followers... when a group of five people suddenly blocked their path.
Adam blinked as they shoved Sister Quan back, the shock and their lack of animosity towards her catching the Assistant off guard completely.
Then, as one of the strangers did some sort of fire cage attack to keep Sister Quan back, the other four (Men? Hard to tell.) all made various motions... and waves of bright red fire smashed into Adam's body, swirling up into the air as various gasps and surprised screams from witnesses rang out.
...Huh.
Adam glanced down at his flaming clothes, his prunes in his dissolving shoulder bag turned to ash and his writing slate fallen to the floor.
Apparently the Sect clothing was fire resistant. Made sense, it WAS the Burning Sword Sect. Only resistant though... yeah, there it goes.
Blinking, Adam absently had his Shard dominate the still incoming attack energy and store it in the crystal itself for future use... even as his flesh began to glow slightly blue as it absorbed the flames directly into his cells as nourishment.
Several seconds later, Sect security (probably, they looked official) had appeared out of nowhere and bound all five attackers, even as Sister Quan yelled for help and tried to manipulate the fire covering her walking companion. Unsuccessfully, of course.
Because it was Adam's energy now, and he wasn't going to just give that up.
Sister Quan's actions slowed to stunned silence as she watched Adam breathe deep... the flames sucked into his lungs as black smog drifted from his lips as he smiled. "Are... are you alright Adam?"
He gave her a thumbs up.
She looked aside, removing her outer Disciple robe. "Uh... here."
Right, he was previously on fire. And was thus now naked.
With a sigh, he covered himself and looked at the melted slate he had used for communication. How... frustrating.
And quiet.
Blinking, he looked up. Several Sect Security guards were supposed to be getting the crowds under control, investigating who these people were, yadda yadda... but most people were just staring at Adam's now covered body.
Oh, his hair was still on fire.
It was such a common situation he honestly didn't notice it as unusual.
With a quick gesture his hair (Shouldn't it be dead cells? Only the hair roots were alive, right!?) absorbed the fire and got longer. Somehow.
So now he had inch and half long blue hair. Whatever, situation handled.
With an awkward cough, Adam gently stepped out of the ashes that had once been his shoes and tried to pull Sister Quan towards the Repository and away from... all that mess.
Didn't work, because she had to answer questions to Security. Especially as Adam had lost his communication chalk/slate. So she had to interpret for Security while someone went to get a replacement chalk and slate.
With a sigh, he regretfully resolved himself to have to deal with this whole situation.
...Man, he wanted underwear.
Like most of his body, his hair (At one point in the past black) had undergone changes.
While in medical care, it had been shorn off.
Had to be, the left side of his head was wounded and needed treatment... not that his hair follicles mattered much when there was potential brain damage involved.
Honestly, there was a REASON Adam had focused on fixing his skull and head during recovery.
After last night, having finished converting his body fully into cultivation cells, he had assumed many things. Several possibilities.
That his muscle mass would increase faster, now that excess cells could duplicate faster and act as needed material at any time.
That his missing vocal cords would begin to regenerate, no matter how slow.
That his leg would be less fucked up.
No, what he didn't see coming was regaining the ability to grow a full head of hair and the excess cultivation energy being used to generate some initial stubble.
It made his formerly bald/scarred skull all prickly and stubbly. It tickled.
Weird.
No beard, thank goodness. Fourteen was a tad young for one anyway, and Adam didn't want to learn how to shave with one hand in a world that used straight razors only. Reinforced, sometimes mystically enhanced straight razors... Cultivator Hair can be serious business.
Point was, he had assumed that if/when his hair began to regrow, that it would be black again.
It was near cartoonishly blue. As was his eyebrows.
Also, his eyebrows were back.
With a sigh, he focused on cultivating some more before Elder Sister Quan arrived to show him where this 'Sect Repository of Knowledge' was. The Sect was huge, even ignoring the city that grew up around the place outside the Sect walls. He assumed the place would be somewhere closer to the base of the dormant volcano, but walking was annoying enough when he knew where he was going.
Adam felt his Shard sharpen again. Percentage wise, his meridian routes were around 39% full after a long night of concentration and... well, honestly a bit of boredom. It didn't sound like much, but every time he gained around 10% or so his ability to progress would screech to a halt as the Blue energy would 'overflow' the banks of his system and nurture his cultivation cells once more.
'Research' was the golden champion again in this process. The rate of cell division and refinement had skyrocketed after his body was enhanced with the more durable and powerful cells available, and the sensing techniques available to his Shard allowed 'Research' to detect any malformed or mutating cultivation cells with no effort. More importantly, it caught them EARLY.
A quick incineration (It probably would have been devoured by the healthy cells surrounding it, but no reason to take risks), and he was good to go again. Normally these mutations and damaged children cells would not happen at all... this was a side effect of his body vastly overproducing flesh and muscles, enhanced by spiritual energy. That and his own desire to be better NOW, not in a decade or so.
This increase in mass production forced Adam to use his room's call ropes, and request a massive quantity of emergency food supplies... which apparently made SOMEONE happy. After that, every hour or so his door would be knocked on, opened, and ever more food placed on his dining table while past dishes were taken away. The more consumed, the more the kitchens provided... even the servants shuffling plates around seemed overly happy to see his hunger.
Once gathered, a quick domination of the energies embedded in the feast and Adam could eat the (Now purely organic/non-spiritual) valuable and tasty resources without concern or danger!
And even with all the additional food, the physical changes were... subtle.
Like the hair thing.
Oh, his muscles were stronger now. His left leg was even slowly shifting into a proper shape... in a few days the cells down there would finish realigning the various badly healed sections and he would be good to go as far as that was concerned.
But he didn't bulk up. His muscles were getting stronger, but... well, the amount of weight lost and cannibalized to keep Adam alive all this time would take much longer than a few days of good meals to recover from.
Sure, his scars looked older and less inflamed (Ha!), and he was able to walk with no pain and nearly at full speed (No crutch! Hell yeah!)... but he still looked wounded and a bit alien. Which was fitting, he supposed.
With a sigh, he gathered his clothing and prepared for the day. He could worry about looking manly and his blue hair later.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Xiao Quan reached Chongsheng Adam's room with a bounce in her step.
SOMEONE above her had high hopes for the kid. Her requests to grant him access to the Repository was not only accepted, but had come with a thousand contribution points as something like a signing bonus. It was a rare but not unheard of privilege, and she would take some time to hopefully guide Adam towards the most profitable way to take advantage of the extra funds.
She knocked on the door... which opened quicker than expected.
Quan blinked. "...Why is your hair blue?"
He lifted his eye-patch, bright blue liquid flames glowing.
She sighed. "Side effect from your healing then?"
A nod.
Fair enough. "Right, would you like me to help get your crutch set up? I have good news to talk about on our walk to the Repository."
Adam waved her off, walking without issue out of his room and closing the door behind him.
Her eyebrows shot up in shock, and before she could stop herself her Three Eye Crow Martial Spirit was summoned as she quickly began activating various medical techniques. "VERY advanced muscle growth, vast advancement with your cultivation base, your body is now very resistant to Flame energy... no, that isn't quite right. Is it absorbing my technique? Very interesting! Your leg is being restructured, and I think I am detecting some sort of... Huh."
She blinked as her energy patterns just... stopped. Looking back at Adam, she saw his dry expression. Oops. "Sorry! Sorry, I just... you know, wanted to make sure you were alright." And... her energy was moving again.
...How the hell did he do THAT!?
Right, personal secrets, don't intrude, focus. Recalling her Crow and collecting her calm, she coughed lightly. "Right, stuff to tell you, time to go, lets move it I suppose! With you able to walk...?"
He nodded.
She grinned. "Then we will have loads of time to get there!" She stood close as they walked towards the exit in case she had to support him. He COULD be pushing himself to seem healthier than he actually was... some Cultivators had major pride issues. "Right, let me tell you about the extra support someone up above has been throwing at you..."
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Free contribution points? Sweet! No guilt over abusing Sister Quan's generosity either, taking points from her would feel sleazy at this point.
While Adam tried to look calm and relaxed on the walk, inside he was full of happy jitters.
He could walk, he could walk, no more pain! Yeah, his gait was a bit wiggly due to his still messed up left leg, but he didn't need to clutch a stick and struggle with each step. He never really expected to feel such raw joy at the ability to walk in a (mostly) straight line, but screw it this was awesome!
The further they walked towards the mountain (Technically this was what, the Pyroclastic Flow? Or Volcanic Cone... or whatever), the more buildings and paths came into view. Not that it was super easy to focus on that, because the conversation with Sister Quan was fascinating.
For example, while not obvious to someone who has been here his whole life, the 'Burning Sword Sect' was a VERY important Sect in the region. The many, many surrounding kingdoms had to tread very carefully when it came to us, and for good reason!
In many kingdoms, possessing thousands of clans, villages, and sects... most of them might only have a few Cultivators reach Seventh and Eighth Order Warriors. Sects with access to a Peak Tenth Order Warrior of the Houtian Realm had high authority, and in may cases regions with dozens of kingdoms might not even have a SINGLE Xiantian Realm Cultivator... or have ever seen one!
Meanwhile, the Burning Sword Sect had dozens in the Xiantian Realm, with whispers that the current Patriarch of the Sect may be getting close to attempting to break through to the Saint Realm... at which point he would be passing his leadership position to one of his Disciples and becoming an Ancestor to the Sect. And no one knew exactly how many Ancestors there were or what Realms they had reached.
It was why a village like Forestend would be so stable for so long even close to the beast filled forest, and why so many warriors showed up to stop the stealth attack of the Spirit Beast. The Sect had power to allocate.
In a way it made sense. You had to be VERY strong to be 'kind', otherwise the various jerks and selfish people would quickly take advantage of you. It also made Adam more curious about what information such a powerful Sect would have gathered together. What they would feel comfortable making available.
As they passed more and more Sect Members, Adam let 'Research' record and work with the raw data, focusing more on Sister Quan's knowledge. The Sect Repository of Knowledge was in a Pagoda, a multistory tower visible from here on their walk, each floor smaller than the last with beautiful red colored eaves at each level. The walls of the tower was like gray ash, the red eaves like embers on the towering building.
The base floor was both the largest and the most open. While the original jade slips were protected elsewhere, the base level was filled with transcribed text copies on all types of topics. It allowed the most access without risking the valuable jade slips to the general public, as reaching the higher levels of the Pagoda and the valuable information within required being a Sect member, being in good standing, and viewing the data while two very powerful Elders watched you and ensured nothing was damaged, stolen, or modified.
But the base level, so large and filled with data, was supposedly open to everyone. It not only held information about cultivation and careers and techniques, but about carpentry, masonry, puppetry, cooking, sewing, planting... it was literally a mass of raw information that the Sect maintained and expanded as a public service.
Copies from this lowest level would be sent to various sub-clans and allies, and those outside who were very talented and could somehow advance with this basic information would be encouraged to join the Sect and gain access to the higher tiers of information. One could spend a single contribution point for copies of these texts, unlike the ever more expensive slips further up the tower that required hundreds of points to even view for a single hour.
They were discussing how some of the higher level Cultivation Techniques had very few remaining followers, and thus would choose to release introduction texts down on the bottom floor to try and entice more followers... when a group of five people suddenly blocked their path.
Adam blinked as they shoved Sister Quan back, the shock and their lack of animosity towards her catching the Assistant off guard completely.
Then, as one of the strangers did some sort of fire cage attack to keep Sister Quan back, the other four (Men? Hard to tell.) all made various motions... and waves of bright red fire smashed into Adam's body, swirling up into the air as various gasps and surprised screams from witnesses rang out.
...Huh.
Adam glanced down at his flaming clothes, his prunes in his dissolving shoulder bag turned to ash and his writing slate fallen to the floor.
Apparently the Sect clothing was fire resistant. Made sense, it WAS the Burning Sword Sect. Only resistant though... yeah, there it goes.
Blinking, Adam absently had his Shard dominate the still incoming attack energy and store it in the crystal itself for future use... even as his flesh began to glow slightly blue as it absorbed the flames directly into his cells as nourishment.
Several seconds later, Sect security (probably, they looked official) had appeared out of nowhere and bound all five attackers, even as Sister Quan yelled for help and tried to manipulate the fire covering her walking companion. Unsuccessfully, of course.
Because it was Adam's energy now, and he wasn't going to just give that up.
Sister Quan's actions slowed to stunned silence as she watched Adam breathe deep... the flames sucked into his lungs as black smog drifted from his lips as he smiled. "Are... are you alright Adam?"
He gave her a thumbs up.
She looked aside, removing her outer Disciple robe. "Uh... here."
Right, he was previously on fire. And was thus now naked.
With a sigh, he covered himself and looked at the melted slate he had used for communication. How... frustrating.
And quiet.
Blinking, he looked up. Several Sect Security guards were supposed to be getting the crowds under control, investigating who these people were, yadda yadda... but most people were just staring at Adam's now covered body.
Oh, his hair was still on fire.
It was such a common situation he honestly didn't notice it as unusual.
With a quick gesture his hair (Shouldn't it be dead cells? Only the hair roots were alive, right!?) absorbed the fire and got longer. Somehow.
So now he had inch and half long blue hair. Whatever, situation handled.
With an awkward cough, Adam gently stepped out of the ashes that had once been his shoes and tried to pull Sister Quan towards the Repository and away from... all that mess.
Didn't work, because she had to answer questions to Security. Especially as Adam had lost his communication chalk/slate. So she had to interpret for Security while someone went to get a replacement chalk and slate.
With a sigh, he regretfully resolved himself to have to deal with this whole situation.
...Man, he wanted underwear.
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It's funny to see how the people around him react to the increasingly implausible walking enigma that is Adam. As the attack was fire based, I wonder if it was an internal fraction that was responsible?
Also in this sentence I assume you meant to use the word "gait"?
"Yeah, his gate was a bit wiggly..."
Also in this sentence I assume you meant to use the word "gait"?
"Yeah, his gate was a bit wiggly..."
Trooper1023
Look, sir! Droids!
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- NYC USA
What. Attacked right in the middle of the Repository!? How many Sect heads are going to roll for this bumble?
Prismatic Glaive
Friend to the Owl of Civilization
I think those guys are from the same village as Adam. Most probably the ones who blame him for the attack and wants him dead
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- UK
Nat 1 on an event roll for the walk eh...
This encounter makes more sense to me now.
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- Earth, Sol System, Virgo Supercluster, Earth-1218
"My hair was on fire, but it wasn't my fault this time"
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