A Fortuitous Day
Peace has returned to the Argent Sect.
Well, peace of a sort, I
suppose. As peaceful as such a place as this
could be. Regardless.
The...
excitement of the past week has finally passed, like one of the Cloud Rider's storms, but less physically destructive and more of a...
metaphorical upheaval. Yes, that should sum things up nicely. A political hurricane had struck, and as ever, chaos begets opportunity. I could hardly speak to my fellows and potential rivals as to their own reactions to how the performances of our newest Sect Brothers and Sisters affected their plans, but that did not preclude me from making some guesses. The storm had passed, and as one who had weathered it's passing the time had come to pick the strewn about wreckage for treasures that had been revealed in the aftermath.
But that could come later.
I had worked hard, and as there was an enforced week-long armistice in the wake of the qualification tournament, why not take the opportunity to rest, relax, and enjoy the fruits of my labor with some fine drink, and even finer conversation?
Though I will grant that this teahouse in the village at the feet of the Sect was not my preferred haunt, at least the booth I had chosen to claim was a passably comfortable one. Private too. Just the way I, Zhiqiang, liked it. Still, while I waited for my erstwhile host to arrive, I took the opportunity to order for them as well. Their preferred blend, unless I missed my mark.
A sensation like static washed over me, probing waves of qi that carried information to and back to it's source. Another form of communication, which matched up with his known abilities. An expected skill for someone who wished to boldly advertise the role he wished to fulfill in life. Well, far be it from
me to judge. The youth had his ambitions well in hand, and, well.
"A good afternoon to you, Junior Brother." I greeted from my seat, opposite his favored one.
"Who are you." It was not a question, but an accusation. Of what? Well, something he was likely to be right about. Alas! I am being suspected off the bat. Well, I simply retrieve a familiar white jade slip from my voluminous sleeves and place it upon the formation-carved table between us. The bespectacled youth merely glared at me, the finely crafted scholar's hat upon his head placed at an oblique angle seeming to lightly glow with formation characters.
How amusing! I nearly felt the clash of Qi through Brother Wind's wards!
"There's no need to be rude," I inclined my head forward, a polite smile on my face, "Everything you wish to know is on that Jade Slip right in front of you."
With a wary gaze the Junior Brother snatches the item up, as if it would burn him! How foolish!
"Your name is...Zhiqiang?" His eyes narrow, "This is...a
business card?"
I beam, "
Exactly!" My hands cup together in as deep a bow as allowed by the table between us, "Senior Brother Zhiqiang, at your service!" The younger Immortal merely frowns at my introduction, the white jade slip passing by the eye-like embroidery worked into the edges of his sleeves, a peerlessly crafted Cai Robe, if the stories told on the Outer Mountain held true, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Junior Brother!"
The boy finally clasps his own hands together, "Junior Brother Fu Xiang greets Senior Brother." He greets me in turn, not bothering to bow. How incredibly rude of him! Well, it is at this time that the waitress arrives with our orders, both cups of tea wafting steam, releasing a mixture of pleasant aromas into the air.
"I hope you do not mind that I ordered for us both," The waitress had been most thoughtful when I asked for what tea would best accompany the Junior Brother's preferred blend. I had been to the establishment but once, and simply did not possess the frame of reference necessary to order optimally myself, "You have excellent taste, Junior Brother." I take in a deep breath, savoring the aromas of both drinks for all their worth, "I do not normally enjoy tea like this, you see. But I am pleased to have made this exception." I hold out the cup towards him.
"Congratulations on..." I pause here, stroking my poorly grown fu man chu, "Rank eight hundred and sixty, was it?" I raised an eyebrow, accentuating the question, eliciting a deeper frown from the younger man
for some reason. I simply held out the cup though, my eyebrow remaining in place as I awaited an answer. It was possible I had gotten the ranking mixed up, given that so much had gone into my arrangements and negotiations with the Wen scion after completing my end of the bargain. But I doubted it.
Fu Xiang nodded, his jaw visibly clenching as he did so, and with a jovial smile I drank deeply from the cup, it's heady aroma tickling my sinuses, the tang of citrus providing a most wondrous contrast to the bitterness of the tea leaves themselves as the heat of the aromatic beverage
itself relaxed a tension in the back of my head that I had failed to notice building up over the course of this
most stressful week. I shut my eyes, luxuriating in the spreading warmth even now pooling within my belly, spreading throughout my body and with it's passage banishing the weariness dwelling within all that it touched. Then, the caffeine struck, bringing my mind back to wakefulness, sharp as my favored dagger.
"What a remarkable blend," I placed the cup back down, a wide smile on my face, "My compliments to the hostess," I turned towards the waitress who had made the recommendation and gave her my most charming wink, "And to you as well, Junior Brother Fu. Your taste is as excellent as I would expect."
My Junior Brother, most regrettably, had yet to touch his excellent drink. The steam of it still wafting in the air, even as it began to chill to room temperature. Briefly, I considered asking if he would not be drinking. But that would be a terrible faux pas. Regretfully, I would have to let such a fine blend go to waste.
Well, that was hardly my own fault.
"Senior Brother," Fu Xiang begins, his hands clenching and unclenching, "For what purpose do I owe the honor of your visit?"
I wave dismissively at the wholly unwarranted suspicion, "Is it not enough that a Senior Brother go express his greetings towards his newest Junior Brothers and Sisters?"
"There were many who made it into the Inner Sect at the same time as I, Senior Brother. Have you gone to offer them your greetings as well?"
My lip twitches, "You mean you don't
know?" Behind those glasses I see his eyes narrow ever so slightly, that composure of his breaking ever so
slightly, "Why, what
have you been doing in the weeks leading up to the tournament, Junior Brother?"
"I have been preoccupied, as you may have guessed." The younger man says, his voice utterly even, "As a competitor for the production track, it was necessary for me to finish the preparations for my final project, as would be the common assumption."
My eyes widen as I take another sip from the rapidly cooling tea before me, a sense of urgency to my actions as I try to enjoy the beverage before the temperature is ruined, "I
see!" I continue, placing the cup down with a soft
clink, "I had been under the impression you were spending your time looking over Junior Brother Yan!" I laugh once again, pawing at my sparse facial hair, "I apologize for my jumping to a hasty, and ultimately mistaken, conclusion Junior Brother! I should have known that the likes of you would be nothing but diligent and honest in your efforts! Just as you were in the service of Junior Sister Cai!"
The boy twitches, and the warmth within my belly grows ever more satisfying.
Two hands clasp together, and the top of that scholar's hat is presented to me as Fu Xiang finally bows his head, "I do not know what this one has done to offend, Senior Brother, but I would like to know what offense I have committed so as to make up for it."
I wave my hand rather magnanimously, "There is no need to bow and scrape, Junior Brother Fu." My other hand continues to paw at my beard, "But to answer your previous question, I have, in fact, been making the rounds of your fellows from this year." In some cases, rather directly. In others? In spirit, at the very least. I would be wary about approaching the Cai and Bai scions, however. They were both too clever. Too driven for me to arrange a meeting with casually.
Moreover, I had no desire to anger the Sun Princess further. Not after the loss of face she had taken in that tournament. In spite of myself, I sigh. How regrettable. Well, that possibility was why I was here, after all.
"What troubles Senior Brother?" The boy before me asks, "Perhaps it is something that I can be of assistance with?" What an excellent Junior Brother Fu Xiang is! A polite child,
completely unlike that uncouth delinquent Ji Rong! Ah, if only his talents aligned more closely with my own, rather than
merely his mindset!
What a pity. What a waste!
I wave my hand dismissively, "There is nothing you can truly help with," Well. That's a lie, but I would rather lay the groundwork further before attempting to set up a meeting with the Cai Heiress through the boy, if such a thing were even possible to begin with now that she had secured the services of that rather
promising Ling Qi, "But the offer is appreciated nonetheless, Junior Brother." I smile politely before taking a third sip of the now cooled tea.
Unexpectedly, it is still quite good!
"This truly is an excellent beverage." My lips smack in enjoyment of the flavor.
Before me, Fu Xiang's eyes narrow further, "Then, if I may be so bold Senior Brother, I once again ask for the significance of your visit today." His hands meet together, steepling as he meets my own gaze unflinchingly. For a moment I am assailed by the full force of countless invisible waves, screeching and tearing through the air, battering at my very self as they seek to delve into my own secrets.
I smile, and call upon a deep-seated bloodlust from days long past, tinged with the strength of my Intent. There is no reason to crush his barely formed Domain. It would be rude to do such a thing to my host, however unwilling he may be.
"I suppose I can repeat myself," I reply airily, "I am Zhiqiang." I once again bow in self-introduction, "I have heard rumors, Junior Brother, that the two of us share very similar interests." My eyes meet his once more, my bloodlust growing more pronounced, and the formations built into the stall flare to life in response to the potential outbreak of violence, "I was hoping that I would not need to be so forward with you, but alas, you seem to be rather poor at taking a hint." I sigh theatrically, glancing at him sidelong as I continue to stroke my beard.
To the boy's credit, he doesn't flinch, even as his skin pales, "And what hint would that be, Senior Brother?" I see an almost imperceptible rustling in those robes of his, regrettable.
"The secrets of the Inner Sect are
mine to plunder, naturally." I reel back my intent, reining in the sensation of impending violence, "But I am a businessman first and foremost,
Junior Brother." I smile once again, leaning back with a contented sigh, "So long as you do not overreach, I am always happy to lend my assistance towards mutually profitable ventures to an enterprising individual such as yourself." With a conspiratorial wink, I finish off the now cool beverage before me.
Fu Xiang's expression is flat, his eyes radiating an impressive chilliness, "I will..
.remember that, Senior Brother." His lips twitch into an nigh-invisible frown.
"Now there's no need for
that, Junior Brother Fu!" Another laugh, "As I said, this was merely an introduction! Why, I don't view you as
competition!" My head shakes in amused negation, "Why, we're
comrades! Sect Brothers of shared interests!" My hand begins idly tugging at my faux man chu once more, "Why waste time and resources in a futile struggle, when we can accomplish so much more
together!" An arm stretches over towards the newly Third Realm cultivator besides me, and I can see past the anguish, past the humiliation, beneath the emotion lies the cold, calculating ambition with which he had latched on to the Cai Heiress' goals and objectives within the Outer Sect.
All it would take...was
one.
More.
Push.
"Li Suyin was her name, was it not?" I add quietly, "That girl with the blue hair, the one who was a friend of Ling Qi, was she not?" The boy stills, eyes now supremely wary, the gears in his head coming to a complete stop.
"Rather unfair, don't you think?" I continue, almost idly, "To have the assistance of a Cultivator of Sect Sister Bao's stature to assist her. To have the good fortune of having a protector like Ling Qi, thus benefiting from the order of Cai despite never putting
any work of her own into it." I paused, the boy before me leaning forward ever so slightly, "Why, she practically
stumbled, head over heels, into that spot of hers."
Fu Xiang's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing in thought and idle frustration.
"Eight Hundred and Sixty, was it?"
The moment stretches on, the boy's mind churning over the possibilities. It passes, and finally, my Junior Brother nods.
"Eight Hundred and Sixty."
I hold out my hand, "I'm sure a Sect Brother of your talents will rise to prominence rather quickly on a more
level playing field, don't you think?"
He takes it, "I look forward to working with you, Senior Brother."
I smile once again, my hand dropping a bag of silver onto the table between us with a soft thud and satisfied chuckle.
"My treat."