Third Elder Cho blinked as her meeting was interrupted by her people.
That... That REALLY shouldn't happen.
Making some quick excuses, she moved into the side room. "Well?"
The man was on one knee. "Subject was targeted by five mercenaries during his trip towards the Repository. Low level Cultivators, one managed to restrain Assistant Quan while the remaining four attacked with various flame attacks."
Her eyes widened as he continued. "According to initial interrogations, they avoided using their weapons and ability based techniques in an attempt to shift blame towards other flame based cultivators. They were all apprehended within minutes and will answer... all our questions. Expect a full report in eight hours."
She glared. "Those... those bastards. Find out who sold our Sect member out, and if that damn village was involved I want to know who, when, and to what degree. This is NOT acceptable." She took a deep... slow breath. "What is the estimated recovery time for the boy? I assume his protection detail stopped most of the damage in time?"
The wince she saw was... not comforting. "The guard on duty was drugged, though we are still investigating who, when, and how. We suspect internal sabotage."
Her heart skipped a beat. "...We DID save the child, yes?"
The man stayed still. "Reporting to Elder, he received four flame based attacks simultaneously. Though his clothing and equipment was damaged beyond repair, the child was unharmed."
She... blinked. "What?"
A nod. "If anything, his health seems to have improved after absorbing the fire. The two victims are currently being interviewed as we find appropriate replacements for his clothing, carrying sack, and writing slate. As far as we know, they are still planning on visiting the Repository."
Elder Cho nodded... "What?"
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
With new shoes and less exposure, Adam was FINALLY able to see this mysterious Repository of the Burning Sword Sect!
...It felt like a busy market.
The lowest floor of the Pagoda was covered with massive doors that were all thrown open, dozens and dozens of tents and stalls were set up all around the place, hundreds of shelves were covered with all kinds of texts and scrolls... and the people!
Masses of color and noise bustled in every direction. People yelling for friends to view various documents, others outraged that someone else took the remaining copy and they had to wait for new ones to be brought in, interesting facts shared between people at high volumes so they could hear each other... it was glorious chaos.
Absently ignoring Sister Quan, Adam fell into the mess as he drifted closer to the tower.
Get everything valuable enough to be stored INSIDE the Sect building first, THEN come back out here and consume, consume, consume.
'Research' flared bright gray in his chest as Adam reached the first bookshelf inside the doors.
Without even a pause he began pulling down material, viewing each page for a moment, and replacing it. Book after book, scroll after scroll, row after row... He felt reality fall away as 'Research' became swamped in ever growing oceans of information and data.
He never even noticed the exasperated woman standing next to him, Elder Sister Quan thankfully understanding to some degree how important this was for Adam. Though if he HAD paid attention, he would have seen her eyes growing wider as book after book started to pass through his hands, his left eye glowing bright blue around his eye-patch and his body releasing a barely visible gray light.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Xiao Quan wasn't sure what to do.
Adam barely walked out of the orphanage, was SET ON FIRE, then... this. Just sort of ignored the whole issue and fell into the mountain of knowledge like a thirsty man in the desert finding a clean stream of potable water.
Her heart had nearly exploded out of her chest when she saw those massive blazes hit the child. Only his lack of screams or visible pain kept her from attempting some of her stronger techniques to put the flames out, ones that could have damaged the boy by itself.
She glanced at the nearby Sect Security Guard again, finding comfort in his presence. Her life was normally in the medical wards, not so close to the 'action' as it were. It galled her to feel so useless, so helpless as her companion was 'burned alive' next to her.
Thank everything that whatever strange healing trick he did involved adapting to flame energy. If ONE of those bastards had used Sword Qi, his body would have fallen to pieces like tofu. It made her shudder at the thought alone!
Her thoughts had distracted her long enough to see Adam had moved on to a second Bookcase. Maybe he hadn't found anything interesting enough to focus on yet? He clearly was driven by some goal, if his manic grin and rapid but agile movements were any sign.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Seriously, this language was stupid complex.
If one was a big enough ass, it was possible to write five symbols to represent an entire speech! Sure it required reading the same symbols in different orders and patterns dictated by the material and the placement of the characters, but it was doable.
As a result, a 'thick book' that covered all kinds of interesting textile machinery maintenance tips was only five pages thick. DENSE five pages, but yeah.
It really made the thousand page cultivation books come into perspective, that was for sure.
'Research' was actually burning a bit of actual energy it was processing so fast! Thankfully he had Battle Qi so he didn't need to pause and cultivate more power to keep going.
His memories were being stuffed with data to be 'Researched' later. Even the useless crap was helping his ability to decode the (stupidly complicated) languages, and later when he had time to analyze these things all kinds of stuff should turn out to be usable in one way or another.
Absently Adam felt some sort of wave pass towards his body, his Shard bending the power around his body and letting it go on its way. Probably wasn't important. Ooh, medical texts! Well, medical texts related to farm animals, but still!
Without thought his Shard would ensure that each of those odd pulses would pass by without interaction as he moved from shelf to shelf, gathering data. Valuable, delicious data.
Humming tunes that didn't exist in this Realm, Adam continued bookshelf by bookshelf, spending fractions of time on every document available. Since the more popular items had several duplicates for people to consider buying, he was making good progress scanning the first floor's contents. Heck, at this point he was only decoding the titles and front covers! He could translate the rest later.
He frowned as he reached into his pouch. Right, those bastards burned his prunes. Wonder if that mentally unstable guy had more.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Brother Juan sighed. "Look, Brother Hou..."
He waved his arms. "I'm serious! Why won't anyone listen to me!? I must have bought a HUNDRED contribution points of prunes at this point, look at my receipts! LOOK AT THEM!"
Juan sighed, Brother Zhanfei silent at his left. "Yes, I see them."
Brother Hou nodded. "NO ONE likes prunes! I should know, I bought like a bazillion of them! But that fake disciple grandpa is eating them up!"
Brother Zhanfei blinked. "I like prunes."
Hou waved a hand. "Fine, no one who is NORMAL likes prunes. Point is, that old man is just moments away from using his ancient wiles and fake young face to woo Angel Quan! Look at all my evidence!"
Brother Juan groaned and rubbed his headache. "I seem to remember you claiming that you would prove he was a Grandpa based on his cane usage."
Hou frowned with past rage. "Must have left a hundred of the damn things near his room, but he was TOO CRAFTY to fall for it."
Juan winced. "Well, I'm sure the dozen or so Brothers and Sisters that DID fall over those randomly strewn canes would have to mean something to you then."
He sighed. "Look, Brother Hou. I need you to calm down a little. No more littering, for one thing. It is dangerous to others. I've seen you having a nice chat or two with the boy, why not more of that? It would also save you some finances."
For the first time, Brother Hou seemed remorseful. "I'll be honest, I didn't expect this to get so expensive. Who knew Prune Juice was so hard to supply the Sect? I thought it was 10 points an ounce, not 1000." He slumped in his chair. "Didn't even taste good."
Juan nodded. "So for now, maybe hold back on the antics a little. I'm sure eventually you will find out that Chongsheng Adam is more normal and simple than you suspect."
One of Brother Zhanfei's people dashed in. "Sir! Brother Adam has been caught on fire and requires additional fresh underclothing!"
Juan's head fell to the desk as Brother Hou lept to his feet. "Ah HA!"
As the room fell into an argument about whether being fireproof or naked counted towards or against being a secret grandfather, Juan considered just going to his room and sleeping the rest of the day. Might be less stressful.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
The touch of a hand caught Adam off guard. What!?
Sister Quan chuckled. "I think we should stop for the day here."
Adam's attention was fully awake now. NO! He had only read half the books outside the tower! Just a few more hours...
Despite his frantic gestures and scribbled notes, Sister Quan was unmoved.
Her look was dry. "Unlike the Repository, this outer area is not restricted and does not require appointments. Not that I am sure you had enough time to even absorb half the stuff you've glanced at today."
She gestured at the tower. "It is late, we can come back tomorrow... and then you can figure out what to spend your contribution points on. I would suggest getting a copy of the Cultivation Techniques you feel the closest connection to, for reference later." Glancing at how dark it was getting, she sighed. "Tomorrow anyway, It is getting a bit late."
With longing eyes staring at the tower, he let the woman pull him away and back towards the orphanage.
Soon, my precious! Wait for me!
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Blinking back in his room, Adam felt he... might have over-reacted to leaving.
...Did he really throw a hissy fit like an actual child?
Clearly his body's age was affecting him. That was his argument and he was sticking to it.
With Pulse circulating, he activated 'Research' and dove into the massive mess of memories.
The walk there, the fight, the noises and stuff... push that aside for later review. Convert each text into the concepts and translations that they represent... eugh, what was THIS!?
The people here were so... damn... ARTSY.
It had to be a cultural issue, Sister Quan's notes were not this pretentious and flowery. 'In the twixt of time doth flower the seeds of possibilities, like a larch full of fowl expectations.', which after giving 'Research' some time translated into 'Wait a bit before the next step.'
It was hard to follow, hard to translate, and near useless anyway. No WONDER making your own notes was a popular past time.
And why was Adam having such a difficult time? He too was raised in this culture.
Simple.
When reviewing his memories, EVEN THE PRE-AWOKEN VERSION OF HIMSELF marked that stuff as trash.
As the night progressed, Adam grew more and more exasperated as the massive volume of data began reducing in size significantly. If the initial raw data was the size of a mountain, it had squished down to twelve feet or so tall just from cutting out the fluff and removing the weird examples. It was both a sign of great personal progress and a massive disappointment in literally several lifetimes worth of previous cultivators experience. He was sure SOME of this drivel was only written this way because the stuff THEY learned from was equally as crappy.
What does the attack value of a duck's foot have to do with slapping someone anyway? What in the WORLD had they been thinking where that situation even came up to be considered as an actual example? It was wrong anyway, once 'Research' calculated what the hell was going on. Though the 'Duck Slap Hat Attack' sounded fun in general.
Point was, Adam's study material had dropped from 'unbelievably huge' to 'mildly massive', and that was fine in his book.
Right, Cultivation Techniques. Focus.
It was a bit tricky to notice without reviewing all the low level techniques at the same time, but the overlap was useful. There was a bare minimum meridian route that HAD to be cycled for anyone to reach First Order Warrior, and any extra ones had various benefits or reduced potential issues in different directions. A spiritual network or framework that everything else eventually would be based on. He made a mental note to document this thing and see if a similar minimum cultivation pattern showed up at higher levels.
Some routes on the various technique documents were... unexpected. But 'Research' suggested the odd squiggles and unneeded paths would make more sense once the next levels of those cultivation techniques were purchased from the Repository.
Oh, some issues with his own technique was addressed by the documents, but his method in general was just so unusual that Adam wasn't surprised that he didn't make much progress in that department.
More interesting was the large number of simple techniques that could be practiced. VERY basic ones, used for camping and quality of life issues. Cleaning, moving small amounts of water, dirt, or plants... even tricks that helped preserve food or clean wilderness kills. The collection of small techniques seemed fairly useful, and it was sad that the dust collected on those scrolls showed that most Cultivators gravitated to the more flashy stuff.
And uh. There WAS a lot of flashy stuff.
Attacks with amazing names (God piercing ice spear, Mountain crushing elbow, etc), that required years of dedication and work to get any results... way more popular than a simple method to clean stains off cloth.
Didn't help that these useful techniques had been ten times more complex and given stupidly obstructive documentation, but 'Research' fixed all of that... So Adam had actual choices at this point.
Considering his recent past, the various cleaning tricks would likely be the first techniques learned. Not smelling bad was awesome.
Sadly, the vast majority of information (Even after simplification and removal of fluff) was waiting to go through an initial pass of 'Research'. Including the medical tricks, animal care techniques, and human anatomy documentation... basically all the building blocks for a new healing trick or two. He also had a lot of sensing related texts that would need decoding... sigh.
As he felt his energy slowly improve his cultivation base in the background, Adam sighed even harder. Focus.
He had time, there was no rush.
Just... Just consider the 'Gentle Regrowth' technique to be a more long term project. His new body would live long enough to do things correctly.
Glancing at his stump, he sighed... and chuckled.
Hopefully, this soon-to-be-reviewed data would give him a hand.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Brother Hou grinned hard as his ultimate plan began to come together.
A cane. Covered with plums. With a old school black and white portrait of the 'good old days'. On fire. There was even a cup for the fake's dentures when he went to sleep!
No secret grandpa could escape the charm and stereotypes so carefully constructed!
Brother Hou's cackling was cut off when he realized the flaming cane was a bit too close to his previous 'ultimate cane' attempts, and that he had apparently (accidentally) created a pile of wood (Canes), covered in fuel (Previous fire attempts), in a well ventilated area (His room windows were open because of the fuel fumes).
He dived from his bedroom as everything lit on fire.
...Well played Grandpa.
Well Played.