What actually happens in secret realms
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Guang Li sat outside his modest wooden hut, flipping a spirit stone between his fingers as he stared toward the sect's central plaza. Excitement buzzed through the air—the Caves of Ten Thousand Reflections expedition had returned, and the sect was preparing a grand auction to sell off the excess treasures.
He hadn't gone. Not because he couldn't afford it—he had some savings, but not enough to comfortably buy a ticket without selling a kidney. And despite what some people said, Guang Li liked his kidneys. Both of them.
His ghosts, however, had Opinions™.
"Truly, a tragedy," sighed Poet Xu, a delicate scholar ghost who had died at the age of twenty-five from thinking too hard about the Dao. "A cultivator who does not seek trials is a fish who fears the river."
"Oh, please," snorted Grand-Aunt Bao, an elderly woman who had clearly refused to let death stop her from criticizing her descendants. "The boy would've gone in, taken one look at the place, and tripped into a soul-devouring mirror."
"I wouldn't trip!" Guang Li protested.
"You tripped this morning, child."
Guang Li scowled. "That was a tree root!"
"Excuses," Grand-Aunt Bao sniffed.
Floating beside him, Jing, a 10-year-old ghost girl, sighed dramatically. "I wanted to go. But noooo, I'm stuck haunting a boring outer disciple instead of fighting in a cool adventure." She pouted. "The other ghosts got to have cool adventures , one who used to haunt a golden core told me he fought a clone of himself! That sounds awesome!"
"You would've been eaten alive in five minutes," Grand-Aunt Bao said.
Jing crossed her arms. "I would've punched my evil reflection in the face!"
Poet Xu nodded approvingly. "An admirable philosophy."
Guang Li groaned. "Can we focus? The auction is what matters."
Because that was something Guang was planning to attend.
Elder Yu had come back from the caves in a very good mood, and in a fit of generosity, she had thrown a pile of "useless" treasures into the sect's storage. Some were odd, some were rare, but the true grand prize…
The Sublime Pill of Water Qi.
A pill containing fifty whole Water Qi(Which li still didnt understand how they measure what even is a unit of qi it was all amorphous)—so much energy that a single dose could propel someone into a higher realm of cultivation. If he could get his hands on that, his progress would skyrocket!
Grand-Aunt Bao squinted at him. "You? Buy the pill? With what money?"
"I have money," Guang Li muttered. "Some, and i can always get more "
Poet Xu stroked his chin. "A wise investment, indeed. To reach higher realms, one must embrace the current of fate."
Jing pumped her fist. "Yeah! Do it! Then you can become super strong and finally win a sparring match!"
Guang Li twitched. "…I have won before."
Jing looked skeptical. "When?"
Guang Li coughed. "That's not important."
Then Poet Xu cleared his throat. "Although, I did hear one minor concern…"
Guang Li's grin wavered. "What concern?"
Poet Xu looked at him sympathetically. "Oh, nothing much. Just that the pill is… unstable."
Guang Li frowned. "Define 'unstable.'"
Grand-Aunt Bao smirked. "Define 'detonates if you absorb it wrong.'"
Guang Li froze. "…Excuse me?"
Poet Xu sighed. "Did you hear about Water Qi pill Victim #1?"
Guang Li's stomach dropped. "There's a numbered list of victims?!"
Jing's eyes lit up. "COOL!"
Grand-Aunt Bao sighed. "No, child. Not cool."
Jing pouted. "Fine. But, like, what if Li eats it really carefully?"
Guang Li pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'll think about it."
Somewhere in the distance, another rumor floated by.
"Did you hear about Liu Fen? He found an artifact that lets him talk to his future self. Too bad his future self is just screaming."
Guang Li stared blankly at the sky.
"…Yeah, maybe I made the right choice skipping that expedition."