"Congratulations," Han Jian said lightly as she landed lightly in the training field he and Han Fang had been sparring in. He had spotted her coming from above well before she arrived, and the two boys had broken off their fight to greet her. "A full breakthrough to third realm in less than a year isn't anything to scoff at."
"Thank you," Ling Qi replied, glad to see that her invitations to Xiulan hadn't strained things. "It looks like your doing very well too," she added politely. He and Han Fang were both fully in the late stage of the second realm now.
"Ha, I'm not so sure about that," Han Jian replied, shaking his head. He glanced over at Han Fang, who nodded back once, heading for the entrance to the training yard. Ling Qi watched him go for a moment. She had never gotten to know the silent boy, and she regretted that a little, he seemed like a reliable sort. "I honestly don't see myself breaking through before time runs out, so I've decided to more fully develop my arts," she turned her attention back to him as he spoke up again, dismissing the idle thought.
Indeed optimal for most noble types, who have a deep library of arts for any given level of development to work on. I think we can probably assume that other than Ji Rong and anyone who were already breaking through when we last saw them, we won't see many new Greens amongst nobles but on the flip side, anyone with White Room access would be packing comprehensive Art suites as much as their elemental/meridian alignment allows..
...which in turn means that Flying Sword access is going to be something special awesome against our foes, and doubly so for Green arts.
Any Yellows running against our Debuff build is going to be unhappy, so I think we'd be seeing lots of people digging through family libraries for dispels.
"Breaking through is definitely time consuming," Ling Qi replied with a grimace. "I feel like I've hardly done anything for the past month."
Han Jian gave her wry look, and she glanced away, embarrassed. Complaining about spending a month in breakthrough seemed really petty. "Well, you might want to prepare yourself for the future then, there are bottlenecks in the third realm that will take you months to break through at least, unless you've been hiding a legendary talent to match the Duchess Cai," he said in a light tone.
Ling Qi: "Wow, this Yellow Breakthrough is so difficult it took a whole month!"
Han Jian: *Thinks back to when he was stuck for a month in breakthrough at RED*
"Fun," Ling Qi said with a grimace. "I guess the easy part is over, huh?"
"Probably best to think of it that way," Han Jian said. "Third realm is the highest the vast majority can aspire too, even among the talented."
"Neither of us is going to stop there though, are we?" Ling Qi asked, twisting a lock of her hair around her finger. "Not you, or Han Fang, or Gu Xiulan," she added thoughtfully. "No one I know really." Su Ling and Li Suyin might not be as talented, but she doubted either would simply settle. "Is third realm really where people stop?"
"The higher you rise, the more time cultivation takes, and people have other responsibilities and interests, you know?" Han Jian replied, heading toward the edge of the field. "Not everyone has the ambition and dedication to keep pushing through years or decades of tiny gains. Besides, most people don't really need higher cultivation, you know?"
And this is probably why the Sect route is considered the 'best' for sheer cultivation despite the significantly better access to resources down Cai route. And probably to no small part, the White Room's assistance in recovering from failures would be enormously appreciated for nobles who have stuff to do even as they shoot for higher levels.
Theres just too much responsibilities to dedicate an entire year of absence to breakthrough. Especially responsibilities which can only be carried out by high cultivation people of a specific specialization.
Easy to find a musical Yellow or Green.
Finding a music based Violet could well be one specific person, if you had a contact at all.
Ling Qi struggled to imagine simply… settling, knowing that there was still such a vast gulf between yourself and the top, so many people and things which could still trample you effortlessly. "Well, less competition is good I guess," she said after a moment. "Anyway, I thought I'd ask…"
Only those who had known true weakness would seek strength so desperately.
"If we could swap jade slips again?" He asked with a smile of his own. "That is why I sent Fang to keep an eye on the perimeter.
"How did you know?" Ling Qi asked curiously, not denying her interest. Since she had fully broken through, she had felt that something more awaited her if she could complete the three argent arts.
"Well, I figure that if I've reached limits of Argent Mirror, you probably mastered what I showed you of Argent Storm a month ago," Han Jian replied dryly. "...and, we don't exactly have a lot else to chat about anymore, do we?"
Sad but true. Heh.
Ling Qi sighed, glancing away from him. He wasn't wrong, and that did make her a little sad. "How is everyone doing anyway? I've seen Xiulan a couple of times, when I had an opening at the White Room, but…"
"She hasn't exactly been sociable," he finished her sentence sadly. "She's at least being safe about her training now, but she is pushing hard. Thanks for taking her by the way. I can't really do so without a lot of… awkwardness, lets say."
And there goes the assumption that he'd take Xiulan. If he did it'd be leading her on?
"I understand," Ling Qi replied with a nod. "But I didn't just ask about Xiulan."
"Kind of you," he shot back as he plucked a wooden training sword from the rack and gestured for her to follow him out into the field. "Fang and I aren't giving up, even if we don't reach third realm… we're still aiming for the inner sect," he continued resolutely. "...I worry about Fan Yu though. He…"
"He probably feels like it's hopeless," Ling Qi finished.
"Yeah," Han Jian replied simply. "Yu is a good guy at heart… but I'm worried he's going to crash and burn, I'm trying to keep his spirits up, but there's only so much I can do if he doesn't want it himself."
Oh, thats an interesting twist. He's not actually interested in cultivation, and pushing himself to try because all his friends are?
The Golden Fields was land of patchworks. The territories of the clans were far less organic competitive, few major clans shared a border with another, though that was beginning to change in the westernmost lands, which had begun to regain their old character as fertile fields. Most of the habitable land was still scrub and desert though and so the traditions born in the wake of the fall were still maintained.
Most clans fell into two categories, Sedentary and Nomadic. The Fan for example were a sedentary clan, because during the fall, their patriarch had pulled their core lands deep underground and shielded it from the Sun's death with his body. Though they had been much reduced, the Fan thus maintained a rich, flowering oasis from which to rebuild. The Han, and the ruling clan the Guo, on the other hand were nomadic. The Han household traveled regularly along a fixed route through their territory in a great caravan, administering their smaller but more numerous settlements.
Ling was a little dubious about his description of the ducal clan though. Even with all she had seen, a great citadel carried on the back of a gigantic spirit beast seemed a little far fetched.
That aside though, Han Jian made no effort to conceal the fact that the Golden Fields was a harsh place, further east one went, the toxic and poisonous the lands outside clan territory became. The earth itself was tainted with sun and death qi, cultivators below the third realm who ventured out unprotected into the poison sands could quickly sicken and die, their meridians catching fire and their flesh rotting from their bones, and even higher cultivators could grow ill without regular cleansing. It took great effort from the clans to maintain their borders and prevent the poison from spreading back into cleansed lands, which was why actual expansion was such a generational affair.
Still it was a rich land, the same effect which had reduced the soil to ash had created great veins of qi rich ores and gemstones in the stone, and these days they were in high demand in the interior, being useful for all manner high end formation work and talisman crafting. Quite few clans which were only a few generations old had grown influential and wealthy off such finds, under the aegis of the greater clans.
Which they needed, because the desert was not content to simply poison passively. Ashwalkers, she remembered hearing about several times before, but now she got an explanation. They were foul, dead things born from the toxic qi of the sands. They were little more dangerous than normal predatory spirit beasts in small numbers, though one had to be careful to cleanse any land they were discovered in, but periodically, they would gather in number out in the wastes, rallied by their more intelligent kin, skeletal abominations animated by the wrathful wraiths of those who had died in the fall, driven mad by the toxic qi.
At their worst they could be akin to ancient imperial armies sweeping out of the waste, but that was rare, more often they behaved more like bandits, roving bands of murderous marauders that sought to break the land cleansing totems and destroy settlements.
It was unsettling, Ling Qi had to admit… but the more she learned about the world outside Tonghou, the more she came to understand that there was no safety on the borders of the empire, no matter the nature.
And that's definitely a post apocalyptic wasteland. Complete with Mobile Oppression Fortresses like Chrome Shelled Regios
"Huh, looks like you did finish, congrats Ling Qi," Su Ling added a moment later, looking her over more closely. "Did ya fall in a bag of glitter though?"
*Sparkles*
"Just been working on some projects. Think I might have found some good places for harvesting out here," Su Ling shrugged. "Ah, if you want, I refined another silverblood pill."
"Oh? I might be needing those soon," Ling Qi said, hopping down from the tree and gesturing to Jun that she could sit back down. "How much did you want for it?"
Su Ling scratched her cheek, looking away. "Had a chat with Fatty, seems like I managed something pretty high quality. Two hundred stones sound good?" She sounded a little apologetic.
...damn that's worth a lot of money, but she can only make more until the end of the year? Pretty sure the Argent Vent would be closed to second year outer sect members.
Ling Qi glanced at Su Ling, who raised an eyebrow, but then shrugged. "Fine, fine. I made my point," she grumbled. "You want to come back with us? Gonna take this to Fatty and get some good pork out of it, he's got a friend whose a real good chef."
Ling Qi thought it over for a second, then nodded. "Sure, sounds fun."
She would likely be doubling down on training soon herself, so it would be best to take her relaxation where she could.
After enjoying a meal of the most mouth watering food she had ever tasted, Ling Qi found herself drifting a bit, lost in thought as she idly worked through new compositions on the roof to the house.
Huh, soulds like a rather niche career.
I'm guessing spirit beast meat might not be safe for mortals to eat, considering how much refinement is needed to make cores safe to use.
She had already checked in on Zhengui, who had toddled off to the peak to play with Hanyi, and she wasn't quite sure what to do.
*Cuteness flashback*
The song that flowed from her flute was a happier one than her usual fare. It spoke of first meetings and admiration, of growing safety and confidence, sheltered by another's strength. It spoke of affection and repayment, a desire to stand as equals, to support and be supported. Her music spoke of all these things and so much more echoing out over the clear water of the lake.
When it finally ended, Ling Qi's shoulders slumped, for she felt drained, and opened her eyes to look at her friend.
Meizhen's fishing line hung slack, the hook and bait stolen, and Meizhen sat with her head down, her eyes shadowed by her hair. Silence, deafening in the absence of her song hung over the lake as one minute after another ticked by, the both of them unmoving. "There really is no chance that you will feel what I do, is there?" Meizhen's quiet voice was the first to break the silence.
"No, there isn't," Ling Qi replied, slumping to the ground to sit with her legs splayed toward the water. "I'm so sorry Meizhen. You are my best friend, maybe even something like a sister… but not that." She lowered her own head, ashamed. "I was cruel, to make you think I might."
*Listens to the bubbles from the last sinking liferafts of SS Snek*
Sisterzoned. Hard. And sweetly
"You will not cease risking yourself as you did with the Dreaming Moon, will you?"
"I won't," Ling Qi admitted. "I can't afford too."
"You will build a strong house someday," Bai Meizhen said with a sigh. "My apologies. I have no right to stunt your Way with my worries."
Oh, she can see the house in our Domain?
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"Assuming you can get the little glutton to stop eating the flowerbeds and porch," Meizhen huffed. "At least Cui limits herself to the vermin."
"Ah, did Zhengui start chewing on the garden porch again?" Ling Qi asked sheepishly. "I'll have a talk with him."
...how'd he eat the porch without her noticing lol?