Hmmph... this junior is a good seed [Cultivation Management Quest]

[Leon12431]

Not sure if I am allowed as I haven't yet posted but I do want to provide a good seed idea so going ahead with it.

My good seed

Telios Treces

Telios Treces was an unlucky child as he was born to his parents in the time right before the Century Harvest and as such was raised in a timeframe in which the threat of death loomed larger than ever for the clan. This was in some ways prophetic of his life in that during the attack he lost not only his direct parents, but every single relative closer than a second cousin. Instead of allowing himself to be consumed by hatred and other such emotions he turned to his work and began to search for the reason behind it all, he listened to elders ramble whenever possible, he cross referenced books and more. Everything for years was dedicated to discovering the reason behind the tribulations of the clan and why his family was so devastated.

When he discovered the reasons or at least the ones that he could manage to find, he found himself for the first time truly feeling the emotions of hatred and anger. Once more however, he refused to fall to what he saw as the level of those that brought ruin to his family and people. Instead of falling into such a trap he directed his hatred and anger towards the power that caused everything, to him Heaven became the source of his pain and anger and in that moment he swore to understand Heaven itself in order to rip it asunder and forge a new order above all.

As he was forced into the military training of the clan he pushed himself beyond the others, when he lost he pushed himself further for there could be no weakness for his mission to succeed. He spent every single waking hour working on his skills and pushing further ahead whenever possible, begging for tips and pointers from those that bore natural talent in their fields of excellence, he made their skills his own through hard work and determination. Every single day, an opportunity to push himself further ahead and towards his final goal.

When guests arrived he would ask for their tips and combine them with what he already had if at all possible. He consumed knowledge of every field and area of study that he could fine, to refine his personal skills and push himself further along. He cared not for where a person was or what their job was, for everything that was known or done could aid him in his final goal.

Even the beasts of the world he worked to understand and how they functioned, for they too were under Heaven's grip of domination and so they must too be freed in the end. Refusing to wait as long as normal for his time to cultivate he eavesdropped on those higher than him to learn the secrets and began to ascend the ranks at a mere 14 years of age instead of the normal 16, and once more pushed himself further than the others. Where they spend two thirds of the day cultivating, he went beyond and allocated almost the entire day towards increasing his skills in all fields. Spending the normal or more time working on his cultivation and yet not neglecting his other skills.

In the end his efforts had payed off with the epiphany he had while cultivating one day, when he was the age of 17, he saw and understood for a single instant a profound secret and grasped it in his heart. While his mind could not comprehend the knowledge, he knew without a doubt that he was on the correct path and the collection of knowledge that he had so viciously pursued and yet remained unconnected to the whole, catalyzed into a new understanding. From then on he followed the path that he had began all those years ago when he had been only six years of age and now he had found the path to walk.

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In summary, he has created/developed a personal skill that allows him to combine elements of other skills that he learns from others. This effect scales in proportion to the one teaching the skill, IE a natural body cultivator would provide a much higher bonus for him than a more normal person. However, he can also hybridize his own skills as well once he understands them well enough.

He also uses Qi, spirit stones and Beast cultivation paths if possible anyway

Heavenstep end point: 13th stage, before break through

List of Upgrades gained
Personal Skill: Unity of Knowledge: Able to merge skills no matter how distant their applications into a hybrid form that has elements of both base skills used in the creation of th hybrid

 

[Leon12431]

Here is my omake on my Good Seed. Mostly just an expansion of the background I made for him.

Telios could feel his body burning and melting as he inched forward across the burning ground, towards the more protected regions of the clan's holdings. Yet, he knew that he was unable to make the journey, too weak, too fragile, too useless and too foolish to survive that which had taken his family. He could see in his mind his mother and father melting as their bodies were bathed in golden fire, that caused even the hard metal of their skin to melt and run as though it was a liquid. In his mind the images played without end as more and more relatives threw themselves at the attackers and were simply destroyed. Most melted into ash and molten metal, while a few; the lucky few were given a faster death as the attackers removed their limbs with gleeful expressions, they smiled even as blood, human blood splattered their faces and bodies.

The ground crunched and shifted as a hand, unyielding and impossibly, strong grabbed his shoulder and pulled him from the ground careless of his injuries and breaking mind. It brought him face to face with a man wearing golden armor, engraved with sigils that pronounced radiance and glory and yet when he looked upon them, only evil and horror was seen within them. The wearer's actions in the murder of family and friends had created a kernel of hatred strong enough to ward his young mind from the seductive promise of glory that the sigils that the creature wore spoke of, instead Telios saw a twisted version inherent within and his mind already on the verge of shattering, shattered further as he looked upon the sigils of glory and radiance.

Glory was twisted into dishonor and corruption, reveling a twisted truth that sought to blind everyone to its lies. Radiance twisted into its dark counterpart as it became a blinding light that blinded instead of revealed and shrouded the true truth in glided light. His mind and body burning alike in the fires that sought to consume all that he knew, even as he resisted for he could do nothing else, for resistance was his birthright even if he did not know the truth. He fought back for his sanity and life, yet no matter how he struggled the creature that held him laughed and mocked his efforts.

With a cruel smile that put the lie once and for all to its humanity the creature that had once been human reached out towards his neck, fire crackling within its hands even as its golden armor shined brighter as energy crackled around and danced within the air. As a bolt of fire and lighting, glowing golden reached out for his face as the one that held him laughed its corrupted laugh.

With a jolt, Telios awakened, body aching with remembered pain and suffering, even as the dream slowly faded into the background that it always did, he recalled the same parts that always remained. Never, not once in the years since that day had even the slightest part of the sigils faded into the depths of time, forever forcing him to understand a single fundamental truth of the world and that it was corrupted at its heart. Radiance and Glory were lies beyond any other, illusions to pervert the world and humanity, false ideals to strive to reach, for he had seen the truth of such things in its most primal and knew what it truly meant.

If it was glorious and radiant to assault those that had done nothing to warrant such actions, then he would gladly suffer disgrace and find solace within the shadows. If to be righteous one must enforce a stagnation then he would fall to the deepest pits. He refused to accept that such descriptions were true and in his dreams he remembered words of how the Heaven's wished for this fate on his people. Like with the sigils, he never forgot those words and their meaning, for if Heaven itself supported the corrupted in their attacks then Heaven itself was corrupted beyond saving.

Where in his dreams he died to the corrupted in an infinite array of painful and terrible ways, he refused to let it break his will and mind. For in life and this world he was saved from death by the clan and he would not waste the gift that they granted him. For he knew that he was not a master of anything, he was not the best fighter, not the best builder and in fact as far as he could tell he was average at everything, with a single exception.

He understood what others struggled to teach and explain, even with a single conversation he could pick up and comprehend skills that others spent months learning. He might not have their skill at hand to call upon, but he understood the skill and with time could teach himself to become better without fear for he knew the skill. Where other children spent their time healing with their families or dealing with their fear, he pushed forward. Day in and day out he worked to learn all he could, from the blacksmiths whom he watched hammer metal into shape, to studying the arrays that he could find. Nothing was beyond his interest for he could understand it all.

Where others needed weeks to understand the basics of a skill, he learned within a few hours from simple observation. Before the attack, he had studied and done well, but nothing more than needed and with his mind it was easy for him to make do with little effort in most areas, but now such was unacceptable, he had to be stronger, better to ensure that his life was not wasted. He had read and learned what he could and knew very well the damages that the attack had resulted in and by simply math had determined that in saving him, several others could have been lost. Of course he understood and knew that such averages with little understanding were more than not likely to be meaningless in the long run, but the understanding that his life could possibly have costed the clan several others, ensured that he could only ever move forward to become better lest those that might have died for him be a sacrifice without return.

No longer, could he afford complacency in his life and so he changed. Gone was the slightly lazy child that simply did the bare minimum of what had to be done and in his place a new child rose to the new challenge of his understanding. Spending hours a day training his body even as the young age of 10 once his body had healed enough to handle the strain. Even with his daily training he refused to waste his gift and spent hours of the day whenever possible watching, learning and understanding how others worked and how they fashioned the items that the clan used in so many different areas of life.

For the next four years every single day he spent upwards of twelve hours learning and watching others to learn their skills and to work on the skills he had long since learned. Day in and day out his routine formed around a simple desire, to grow as a person. Beyond the twelve hours that were spent to learn new skills or to hone old skills, he spent four more hours to hone his mind and body. Each day was a struggle as he pushed himself to learn more, improve more and do more every day.

Where most waited until they were sixteen to begin cultivation, he refused to waste time for every night in his nightmares he saw the twisted reflection of grand ideals, corrupted and tainted by a force of total control, and so stole secrets when he could from others beginning their cultivation and in secret began to draw upon the power of the world at the age of fourteen. Yet, even with the new skill requiring time to hone, he refused to let his other skills fall into uselessness and so he increased his time awake and forced his body over the course of months to become accustomed to an amount of sleep that would break most people if they tried. However, sleep was but a waste for he could not improve or grow while asleep and so it must be reduced to the bare minimum and so he pushed forward with the same focus that he applied to everything. From eight hours per day, to four hours per day, then even further to eight hours per two days and finally four hours per two days. He took the slight reduction in focus in hand via mental exercises to train his mind to focus past the tiredness.

Now, two years since that point he had changed greatly from the weak and useless child he had once been and now was almost full grown and could begin to truly advance in his work. As he cultivated he refused to limit himself as always and so whenever he could he used all three of the main paths, only refusing to use the blood path for such an action was twisted for it was a perversion of true understanding. Where others of the clan sought power, to fight back against the threats he sought power for understanding and knowledge, his choices were made for the long term gain and in the end he rejected the short term gain in favor of the greater gain in time.

As he grew in power, he worked to fashion his innate skill into a potent power in its own right. Aspects of skills that he had learned in his wanderings and efforts merged seamlessly under his direction, forging hybrids from each other and improving their own nature as he refined that which he had learned. As he worked to improve himself in all areas, he found a new understanding of humanity in his work. An echo of something grand and true, something to strive for beyond purging the corruption at the heart of the world. When he looked upon another working at their job, he saw shadows that did not exist of things that could not be and would not be, yet he saw something in those shadows and knew that his skill was truly grand in its own right.

 

[Bloodalchemy]

Tharros Ateleioti

Spoiler: Picture

Back Story:

Tharros is from a mortal family that was killed by Blood Path cultivators taking advantage of the Clans weakness after the Trials. He swore an Oath before Heaven to dedicate his life to protecting people from the senseless evil and destruction caused by Blood Path users.

It is sad to say that this is an oath that has been repeated many times over the eons and the Heavens paid this one even less attention than normal due the blood that runs through his veins. While the Heavens were willfully deaf to his oath something sleeping in his soul took notice and was happy.

Tharros did not have the ability to understand what had happened, he just knew that as long he never gave up, his efforts would not be in vain and he would make a difference in the world becoming a better place.

If someone was nearby at the time that could see into Tharros's soul they would have seen for an instant it shine a brilliant Emerald and Gold before returning to normal.

Overall High Concept: Hero's Soul from Legend Of Zelda taking a brief nap reincarnating through the multiverse waiting until he needs to protect Hyrule again.

Began cultivation: Turn 6
Starting Age: 16
Good Seed Bonus: Tharros will never give up in the face of danger or difficulties. He may be afraid at times but that will never stop him from doing what is needed to achieve his goals.
Overall Goals: Tharros will do everything he can do to help and protect people. He will use his rewards to become stronger so that he can make a bigger difference in the world.
Unless he gets many fortunate encounters he plans to do the Orthedox cultivation path.

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---Turn 6---​

Age: 16
Cultivation: 1st Heavenstage (0 Effective Cultivation Years)
Health: Healthy

Current Plans: Tharros is focused on understanding the Clans method of training and organizing how they protect the millions of people they are responsible for.

Omake:
Case of the Missing Birds: Part 1, Part 2,

Notable Treasures:
None for now.

 

[Bloodalchemy]

--- Case of the Missing Birds: Part 1 ---
"We suspect Fowl Play"​

"One minute! I'll be with you in just a moment!"

Tharros blinked as he heard a young woman's voice coming from the back of the house he had walked into. Looking around he saw a large room filled with sturdy well worn furniture. In the corner there was a small self-playing violin playing a soft simple turn.

"Thank you for waiting. I always seem to be in the middle of something when we get a guest."

From the next room a young red headed woman stepped out, pausing in startlement when she catches sight of Tharros.

"I'm sorry soldier, I wasn't expecting a response from our request so quickly."

"Oh!" She said as she raised her hands to her face. "I'm getting ahead of myself again. I'm Anju, are you here to help with our missing Three Sorrows Poultry?"

Tharros nodded as he pulled out the mission request from his pouch, showing her the official Contribution Board seal on it.

"Oh wonderful, the storm we had the other day broke the repairs my brother did on the fence and some of our flock got out."

"I know they are safe in these parts but I do worry they will get sick eating random things out in the wild."

"Let me show you where you will be bringing them back to." Anju said as she gestured for Tharros to follow her.

Tharros followed her out and around the house to where the flock was clucking away. He could see in the distance where a hole in the fence had been inexpertly repaired then broken again. A young man was lazily working to fix the hole while Anju kept speaking.

"My father is the local Master Craftsman, but with how busy he's been rebuilding the town from the Trials he hasn't had much time to work on the fence. My brother tries his best but he still has a lot to learn from Father."

"Let me show you how to handle the birds. Seven of the flock are missing, if you aren't careful you could hurt them trying to bring them back."

Tharros is a bit uncertain would they be the ones getting hurt. The birds were as tall as his waist and had to weigh more than a child. He would have to bring them back one at a time, there would be no way he could handle more than that at once.

--- Case of the Missing Birds: Part 2 ---
"The Fowl Mouthed Man"​

As Tharros wandered the town looking for the escaped Three Sorrows Poultry he was surprised at how busy it was. Everywhere he looked he saw people running back and forth carrying construction supplies or turning those supplies into walls and buildings.

As he looked around he could see in the distance one of the birds he was looking for. Heading towards it he had to dodge around one of the men running round. Tharros could hear the man complaining under his breath about how hard the boss was making them work. Tharros expected the man thought nobody could hear him, but cultivators, even as newly started as himself, had much better senses than mortals.

At first Tharros tried to gently herd the Three Sorrows Poultry but it refused to cooperate. Giving up he picked up the bird, immediately it started frantically beating its wings trying to get away. As he started heading back towards Anju's house he tried different ways of holding the bird to find one that didn't involve him getting repeatedly smacked by its wings.

In the end he ended up holding the bird over his head, being very glad he was a cultivator since the bird was flapping its wings hard enough he thought the bird would fly them both away.

On the way back to Anju's house he saw or heard several of Three Sorrows Poultry, including one that had gotten itself into a stack of crates and seemed stuck. He was glad they all seemed fairly close by, it would make it a lot easier to collect them all back to where they belonged.


A few birds later he was bemoaning his earlier confidence. With all the reconstruction going on what was normally a neatly organized town was turned into a maze with the birds being in the strangest of places. The worst so far being one that got into a small town square that seemed to have been entirely fenced off to the point he had to climb onto a roof to get in there.

As Tharros headed towards the main road into town he passed a giant of a man constantly yelling instructions to the various builders running around. Once he found one and was on his way back he had to pause and wait while a group of builders moved a bunch of supplies across the road. While waiting the man he had heard earlier noticed Tharros holding the bird above his head and came over.

"What are you doing with my Three Sorrows Poultry?" He demanded. Not pausing for a second he continued, "I bet they got loose again, I knew I shouldn't have trusted my lazy son to fix that fence." *Cluck*

As the bird on Tharros' head gave a cluck that sounded suspiciously like approval, the Man continued "No matter how much I try to teach him he refuses to learn the simplest parts of being a builder." *Flap flap* "I bet he is paying you to find my birds before I notice his work failed. Well don't think for a second I'm going to let him get away with doing subpar work. You're a soldier so you know how important it is to do a job right." *Bakaw* "Be careful holding my bird, you might hurt him!" *Buck-buck-buck*

"You aren't one to put in halfass effort and expect full pay." *Swack* "Stop slacking off and make sure that you find the rest of my Three Sorrows Poultry." *Cackle* "When you do, make sure my good for nothing son doesn't give you any lip paying the full amount you are owed." *Cock-A-Doddle-Do*

Without another word he turns around and starts yelling at the builders that finished moving the supplies. With a look up at the Three Sorrows Poultry you held over your head the entire time, squawking up a storm the entire time, you continue on back to Anju's house glad that after this you only have one bird left to find.

--- Case of the Missing Birds: Part 3 ---​

Tharros groaned to himself as he finished pulling himself onto the clifftop. As he rolled over onto his back he wondered how the last Three Sorrows Poultry had gotten up here. He had spent most of the day wandering the town looking for the last bird without luck so when he had spied the brilliant white plumage at the top of the cliff behind the town he had been excited.

Very quickly that excitement turned into confusion and frustration when he realized there wasn't a path up the sheer cliff and he had to climb up the hard way. Luckily he had been paying attention on the way up so knew the route he would be able to safely jump down while holding the bird. Finally having caught his breath he got up to start finding where the bird was hiding.

It didn't take Tharros long to start hearing the Three Sorrows Poultry clucking. However he quickly drew his sword and started running when he heard the panic in its voice. Bursting through some bushes he found the bird, but also a wolf that was stalking it.

At the same time Tharros was taking in the situation the wolf noticed Tharros and immediately lunged at the bird. Leaping towards the wolf as fast as he could, he swung his sword at the wolf's head, catching its head right as it was trying to bite into the bird. It wasn't a clean blow so the wolf was still alive but it had drawn heavy bleeding and knocked it off course enough it only got a jaw full of feathers.

While the wolf jumped back to protect itself from Tharros the Three Sorrows Poultry started screaming it's head off while running away, leaving Tharros between it and the wolf. He could see the wolf lowering itself to the ground, considering how to get past him to get at the bird. He shifted his grip on his sword and stretched himself out making himself as big as possible to intimidate the wolf.

They stood off like that for a few seconds while the bird continued to scream in the background. Tharros got himself ready since it seemed like the wolf was still going to try and attack. Before either of them could move the clearing was covered in a deep shadow and a massive screech split the air. In an instant the wolf turned and bolted away as fast as it could.

As Tharros turned towards the screech he felt a massive thud and heard the Three Sorrows Poultry go silent. Fearing for the worst he was surprised to find the bird still alive, standing in front of an absolutely massive creature the size of a boulder. As he took in the details he was surprised to realize it was a massive bird, one that actually looked very similar in fact to Three Sorrows Poultry itself. As he stood there confused and fearing for his life, he was awed when the massive bird started speaking.

"Put that stick away boy, you couldn't even ruffle my feathers with that tiny thing." The bird's voice was deep enough to make Tharros's bones vibrate, and as it continued speaking the wind from its voice tried to make his hair escape his cap. "Now, who are you? I came here expecting to have to protect one of my children. Instead I find you about to throw away your life trying to protect him."

With a roll of his shoulders to make sure all his bones were still in one piece Tharros explained, "Greetings Great One, I am Tharros Ateleioti, 1st Stage of the Golden Devils Legion, a family in the town below the cliff keeps a flock of Three Sorrows Poultry that got loose after a storm damaged their fence. I was tasked with finding the missing birds. There was one still unaccounted for and when I saw this one's bright white plumage at the top of the cliff I mistakenly thought he was one of their flock."

With a deep rumbling hmm the spirit beast considered Tharros. "I would normally assume someone saying that to be lying to try and save their life. However, I can tell you have no greed in your eyes for my child. You appear to have no idea of the power of my great Instant Sorrows Vulture bloodline. As reward for attempting to save my child I will give you the chance to prove the truth to your words. If you are lying I will kill you out of hand for my children to eat."

With a sharp bark to the small beast making it fly off into the forest the great beast turned back to Tharros, "I will not give you the chance to waste my time by trying to run away." With that as the only warning, it spread its wings with a sudden gale and lifted off grabbing Tharros in its talons. "We will go directly to this presumed flock and I will see the truth for myself."

--- Case of the Missing Birds: Part 4 ---​

In the light of the setting sun Tharros had a view of the town he never would have conceived of. He couldn't hear anything over the sound of the wind but expecting the grand beast to have no such difficulties he attempted to direct it to the correct edge of town. He was relieved when the Instant Sorrows Vulture did turn to the correct direction.

Within a short few minutes they were diving down towards the correct house. Tharros had barely started to consider if he would be crushed by the landing when the talon he was gripped in was violently swung around as the bird landed on one leg. After landing Tharros was unceremoniously dropped to the ground where he had to take a moment to get his wits together.

When he finally stood up and looked around he saw all of the Three Sorrows Poultry still as stone. In the distance stood both Anju and her brother near the almost repaired wall, Anju holding to her chest what seemed to be the last missing bird. Behind him he heard the deep voice of the Instant Sorrows Turkey.

"Well then, It appears you weren't lying after all. There is indeed a flock here that looks similar to my own children. Thinking on it, I do seem to remember one of my weaker descendants a few centuries ago choosing to live alongside a human family in this area. It appears their blood continued to disappoint and now all that's left is this shameful flock, barely better than mortal creatures."

"Boy, as reward for telling the truth I shall give you a gift grander than you will ever see, a single drop of my blood. When you are in danger, drink it and it will give you the barest fraction of my bloodlines power for a moment. More than enough time to defeat any foe you would ever face. Now take it so that I may leave and no longer suffer the shameful sight of these creatures."

Tharros frantically started searching his pouch for something to hold the great beasts gift, quickly finding an array etched bottle, meant to hold water safe during long marches in the desert without breaking. Holding it out to the Instant Sorrows Turkey he watched as it used its sharp beak to peck a minor wound into one of its legs. With effortless control of its body it flicked its leg at Tharros while it leapt up to fly away.

As if through a great aqueduct Tharros watched the drop of blood soar through the air straight into the bottle without staining the edge of the lip at all. By the time he finished sealing the lid and looked up the great beast was no longer visible. All he could do was look at the bottle in the last moments of the setting sun and see the blood within glowing a more brilliant red then could have ever been imagined.

Behind him he heard the Three Sorrows Poultry that had started the entire adventure start clucking. As if awoken by the sound Anju and her brother started moving and ran to Tharros demanding to know what was going on.

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Edited to have all 4 parts in 1 threadmark since its so short.
@occipitallobe reward will be a brilliant red Sorrowful Blood Potion (LST) please.

 

[Bloodalchemy]

--- A Quiet Night ---​

Tharros sat down next to the boulder with a sigh. He looked around his little campsite with satisfaction. The fire was happily burning away in the pit he made and he could just start to smell his travel rations heating up and turning into a nice little stew. He had enough wood gathered to last the night and his bedroll was set up in a spot that was actually clear of rocks and pebbles.

Happy that everything was as it should be and he just needed to wait for dinner to be ready he reached over and dug into his pack to get his gemshorn. Tharros relaxed against the boulder and started to idly play to pass the time.

While the soft notes started to waft out into the evening air Tharros turned his thoughts to his destination. He was still a week or so away at his current pace but he was set to arrive at the home of the Qiguai with plenty of time before the portal to their Secret Realm opened.

He had heard many stories from people and read multiple reports bought from the Contribution Board on the dangers of the realm. Tharros was not so naive as to think he was immune from the dangers but he knew deep in his soul that nothing was ever gained by being too afraid to act.

He had taken the precautions he could, speaking to people who had gone in that had good or bad adventures. From those conversations he had a good idea of the standard environmental dangers, as well as how to try and avoid coming afoul of other cultivators that were in there.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts he noticed his stew was just about ready. Putting his gemshorn down Tharros got up to take care of his dinner.

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I wanted more but i cant brain and i want something out for the turn before the holidays make me late.

I'm going into the Qiguai Secret Realm this turn and i want my omake reward to be a 2nd LST.

 

[adamashield]

@no. Like this?

a/the builder(s) – Good seed background.

Good Seed Submission:
the first builder.
Name(s): Previous xxxxx. He renamed himself 'a builder' (no capital letters) or 'first brother' for those in the brotherhood.

Age: 121 years old. (equivalent). start at turn 9.

Cultivation: 10th Heavenstage.
Cultivation Year-Equivalent: 171.

Cool thing: One for All.

Goal: To improve mortal lives and to ascend brothers (he sees those as the same thing).

Impact (4). Amulet of True Will (+4 Impact).

Resume:

This man wants more than anything else to build something more for those around him. This is his obsession; this is what remained from a simple man that never got many things many had and have lost some impressive key elements of his life before becoming a true cultivator and, with that, things that made him more. He also a man that had few opportunities and is aware that he lacks talent and knowledge (lack a lot of that). And that resources, treasures and clan points can be better used on someone else. Which brings the second key element from what remains. From what he uses to define/redefine himself. The Brotherhood (of sand, dirt and dust). He will do breakbone work every single day for decades to help his brothers and sisters in the brotherhood to gain their first level in cultivation. The last point is what broke a man that once had a name, so in order to protect other from suffering like he had, he will build things for mortals to avoid as many 'mortal' danger as possible. If that requires 10 thousand latrines, 10 mile of walls, hundreds of small tunnels. And hold back 6 billion (normal) insects that is what he will do. Whatever it takes to have even a single more mortal life to live another day. He has only one 'stop' button. Which is that he is aware that a cultivator living another day can make hundreds of mortals live for longer too. In the end. His life can be a spiral of self-destruction actions, a spiral of grown and/or a new begin. Only the Fate/Dice knows. He is only aware/certain in some things in life other than the brotherhood that he will die for and give all that he can. That he will never ever become strong enough to become even reach foundation establishment. he does not even know what, exactly, is a heavenstage after all, but he does know the bare minimal needed 'path' to reach a core (he is also wrong about many of things in that area and in many other things and know that). And he is absolute sure that he is idiot. After all who is stupid enough to use only spirit QI to try to become strong in the desert?

Cool thing: 'One for all' (the brotherhood/Clan). There will always have be another builder to take the mantle of the first one. All resources, knowledge and treasures that the current 'builder' will, in one form or another, goes to the clan (or be stolen by enemies). From points transferred to the brotherhood and their use in the clan system, to any (and I mean any) good seed at first heavenstage he/she find in need of those resources to breakthrough. The builder would take great pleasure of boosting even another brother to the 'great power' of 'one half step from mortality'. The current builder will never use a single spirit stone on himself/herself. He/she will only own mortal tools/gear. All their training is with spirit QI (as stupid as that sound) or 'unlucky' accidents like a spirit feeding their powers to them. Fate would need to force a builder to eat those stones. Or under great duress (with all the backlash for one Dao that would cause) to consume even one stone.

Note: 10% of points used on the brotherhood will be used in a bank like system. If a higher ranker in the clan asks, they will admit that is for when they need resources for revenge. They whisper names like 'breaker of the circle', 'the end of the circle', 'the progenitor of a circle' and 'The Breaker' which is strange, they don't use capital letter for any brother 'title' in the brotherhood. A lot of dead builders and suffering must happen (and I mean A LOT) for a Breaker to appear or for a builder renamed himself/herself that. Only Fate knows when a Breaker will happens or if is even possible.

current cultivation goal: to bring another in the brotherhood to 'one half step from mortality' (first heavenstage) without using stones. He now wants to see if he can help 100 brothers and sisters to reach the first heavenstage before he dies. If he don't that will be for the brotherhood to work on. The brotherhood seems to had reach that impressive number, many brothers getting better (and saner) futures working for the clan. So 'obvious' they now want to ascend 1000 mortals.

As example [edit: of said help to help others] burning points/money to give the time they need to train. Or raising the knowledge base of the group. Raise and repeated until enough 'half steps' exist.

Overall high concept (the brotherhood): The brothers wish to a future generation of brothers to be above them. To society, for mortals (and half steps ones too), to be above the one they have. And to help to build said future. They will seek 'breaths arts', schematics that help gather QI , to find/buy for mortals enough time to cultivate and etc. they will be satisfy if some critical mass is reached (even if they don't believe is possible) were enough 'half steps mortals' exist to have a positive circle of mortals becoming cultivators in the clan. Or if any of them become a 'invincible' 'three half steps mortal' (third heavenstage) with spirit qi alone. And no 'unlucky accident'. Now their goal is just to have enough cultivator for said circle. Since they succeed far beyond what they had expected.

The Great Era (which they call 'the End of Times') made them very happy with all the Qi in the desert.



End note: Basically think of builder as someone trying their best at being a bro and looking at all might as example of muscle wizard to follow. He and the other are still skeptical that any of them or the futures one can become something like All Might. So basically no one here is from MHA. I will probably only joke from times to times about them being from MHA. And if they do get to the third heavenstage or multiple people do. A brotherhood made only with All Mights and Nanas is what they will try next. as absurd as it sounds.
Word count for this background: ????(counting everything).
*Here only the not collab ones*
Omake 1 link. word count: 1234.
Omake 2 Link. word count: 1430.
Omake 3 Link. word count: 1035.
Omake 4 Link. word count: 2283.
Omake 5 Link. word count: 2619.
Omake 6 Link. word count: 2477.
The first Builder art.
Omake 7 link. word count: 2109.
Omake 8 link. word count: 2198.
Omake 9 link. word count: 4581.
Omake 10 link. word count: 804.
Omake 11 link. word count: 2671.
Omake 13 link. word count: 2951.
Omake 14 link. word count: 1009.
Omake 16 link. word count: 1493.
Omake 17 link. word count: 2015.

edited,
Word count of all = 30909 (not counting collabs, the background, art).

word all collabs, except the second mega one) =
1674 words. Collab. Zeno and builder, talk about life and the great dao. /2= 837 words.

3.1 k Abel and builder, an explanation for cultivator syndrome, /2= 1,55k

1,3 k Abel and builder, bicycle mass production, /2= 0,65

1,7 k Abel and builder, data disk, /2= 0,85

0,360 k Abel and builder, negaverse, /2= 0,180

Abel and builder collab blood fight. 1639/2= 819 words.

collab Zeno + builder. Gold Fever= 5715/2= 2857 words.

Collab Gaius + builder. Just Sign on the Dotted Line=3721/2= 1860 words.

Collab Pleuron + builder. Win Win. 1245/2= 622 words.

Collab Pleuron + builder. The Second Great Elder March part 1. 1038/2= 519 words.

Mega Collab. Old Gold Facts 2931/5= 586 words

Collab Pleuron + builder. The Second Great Elder March part 2 3804/2= 1.902 words.

Collab Pleuron + builder. The Second Great Elder March part 3. 4310/2= 2.155 words.
All collabs (to this point)= 15.387 words.

Omakes + collabs (except the second mega one and the background of the good seed) = 46.296 words.



the second builder

 

[adamashield]

a/the builder – The Foundation of The Brotherhood (of sand, dirt and dust). Part 1.​

To start to talk about 'xxxxx' that is now known as 'builder' (he will never use capital letters on his new name) we need to talk about the Brotherhood. Which was renamed The Brotherhood of sand, dirt and dust. After a cultivator in the clan took pity and inform that other organizations/groups named 'The Brotherhood' would murder them for having the same named as them. Which was a thought that broke the hearts of the younger founders. Since all brothers (which can be sisters too) are brothers. Why would matter if they come from other clans/groups/etc? they listened to the cultivator and life show that this was a good decision.

So let start with how the brotherhood had started. Life is hard for the clan. It always had, maybe it always will. Even for those without their blood. Specially for those without their bloods. Even for mortals. Specially for mortals. So, the futures brothers (and sister) hoped for more, so they imagine/dreamed for how to become more. And listen to street performers and, before that, a lifetime of cultural exaltation of the clan's cultivators that took some 'artistic' interpretation of the greater pains that had suffered, since the shows/songs/stories that got to their ears had less drama, less tragedy because it was tempered for a younger audience.

Those more positive interpretation where also a fruit of the hopes and dreams of better times that the Clan reached after so much blood.

So, the young brothers played as cultivators. And with the purity/single mind goal of the young tried as hard as they could reach that path. They took inspirations and tried use many 'classics' doing so to booster their 'fate'. They swore they would be brothers for life (a promise that they have keep) they did that while eating all the food that 5 orphans got that belonged to them alone in a great 'feast'. They also said that stomachache from mixing old fruits, their two candies, some tasty plants, a whole piece of bread and some pieces of stones (the normal kind and not the 'evil' kind) was worth that. They swore they would follow the clan example and share most material things in life and share their knowledge (this was also a kept promise). Later, their hearts were, once more, almost broken seeing the prices, in clan points, of a single spirit stone. And they did know that one would need far more than a single stone to ascend. Even in that age they were aware that would bring disharmony. Greater brotherhoods, True Brotherhoods that last for centuries broke in so many stories from those stones. Xxxxx was the first to challenge that. "If I need to choose between my brothers and a stupid stone. I will always choose my brothers; you guys had never betrayed me. Those stupid stones were trying to separate us even when we swore to be brothers for life!" with that Xxxxx become 'first brother', they still remember that stomachache induced stone ("and that one was not even the evil kind!"). So, Xxxxx decided to, in order to be fair, name his brothers using a bag with sticks of different sizes inside to them to pick ("no evils stones here, no sir"), so like he had become 'first brother' among his second family, the others also became 'second brother', 'third brother/first sister, who insisted that they would call her 'third brother', 'fourth brother' and 'fifth brother'. Those five had no need for "big brother/little brother". Time would teach them different in the last topic. So, promising to find a better path they searched. And found something stupid.



After so many 'great adventures', which the best one was listening to a "really powerful cultivator" (a 2nd heavenstage Qi condensation) they learn about spirit QI and how to gather it by breathing and meditation. They also learn that many 'rightful sects' use this path. Those five had little use of sarcasm among themselves. From another even greater cultivator (a 3rd heavenstage Qi condensation) their learned other facts of great importance. Like how long a proper training is require 12 hours per day of training. And that a good seed can reach the first heavenstage (whatever that is, was not explained) before his twenties. With many legendary figures in the clan doing so. This cultivator also broke their hearts. After the powerful one heard about their time training and sense almost no spark of QI inside them. So, knowing that this was after many days of training, He shook his head and commented they had no talent. What was not mentioned by the young, was that they would have no talent if they took as many stones as he believed they did. Spirit stones use was at that time and even now a matter one should not bring to any in the brotherhood. "the one good stone, is one below our feet, in our walls, broken for treasures or for fun and stuff like that" said Xxxxx more than once in his life.

The brothers combine all that they knew, asking weaker cultivators that would care for any spare spark of knowledge and the vast number of mortals they could be bother with a single question or multiple ones if the adult in question had enough patience for them. Their learned some things about management from mortals. Their learned (few) written words. They got a job which was a 'well-paid one', in their eyes, and they learned math. The words and math were learned from their overworked caretakers in the orphanage and from their elder brothers (not by blood not by oath). Some of their older brothers insisted to be called elder sisters and that also something they obeyed. When the little ones forgot a gentle slap at their heads make them aware of their mistake. And most important of all. The impressions and information were reinforced, that Old Gold should not. Ever. By Angered. For He see can see all that is only mortal, knows all that is only mortal and is the only one that is immortal, and that being is Old Gold. The little ones were not that great at information gathering, four of the five would in time be a little better. From this Terrific/Epic/Great/Divine impression of Old Gold made The Brotherhood make Old Gold appreciation day. Were facts, rumors and deeds of the one above all in the clan was whispered among the brotherhood. So that he was never angered (by them). And, the rank that the brothers used for danger. 'mortal' 'one step from mortality', 'two steps from mortality', 'invincible or three steps from mortality (they have no idea how a mortal can defeat those great beings)', 'unthinkable' (above three steps) and 'Old Gold' that is the only one above the invincible cultivators and the ones that they could not even think/imagine how to defeat.

End note: If this omake earn the omake bonus. I would like the cultivation bonus, And if that is possible, to transfer it to another good seed (the ones in the 1th) or add it to the brotherhood itself.
edit: Since the omake bonus cannot being transfered. I then wish for the cultivation bonus to my good seed then^^.

 

[adamashield]

a/the builder – The Foundation of The Brotherhood (of sand, dirt and dust). Final part.​

It knows that all in the core lands of the Clan belongs to the clan. With thousand of years of history that survive the trials and with managers that have centuries of personal experience with kinds of things in life. It is not surprising than that so many kinds of resources are utilized to a close to optimal standard. Or that they have reasons to not do so in some cases. Like when the clan is in a war foot and decide to harden it logistic. What is important is that there are opportunities for ALL people, even mortals if they look for it. But also, the cost of 'mediocracy' is high. Because why those so close to immortality would invest more than needed on a giving avenue if it does not give more than the expected returns? It would be a different matter when increasing the resources used giving a proportional higher gain. Even the clan resources are finite and most of those have circles of grown and building to create something even greater. This is the impression that the five brothers had. And, for them, that is a complete fine thing. They are not the heroes after all.

Their orphanage did not have all that it could. But it was safe, it has laws and system that protect all from a lot of small and big 'pettiness' and from the 'tender' attentions of powerful individuals that decide to take offense from a small thing cause by a young child. Probably from one that is not even alive anymore in said orphanage.

Anyway, those opportunity to grown show themselves in all forms even for the young. Specially for the young. The clans like to nurture talent after all. So, rules like having a day without so many tasks/obligations like cleaning and studying by having good comportment, rewards for good thinking and ways to be allowed to have personal belongs exist in this incredibly old institution (in the point of view of kids) in the city like many others in the core lands.

The great desire to have as much time as possible to cultivate created, with time, a system that make care takers glad to have their young be part of the brotherhood. And their capacity to listen to good (and bad) advice. Make possible to all brothers to grown and build themselves faster using tips and experiences of the ones that had passed the same experiences that they are having. And, unfortunate, one can REALLY find many orphans in the clan land and each one has a story to share. And among those there even cultivators which can have many (mortal) generations of years under them. And after enduring so long under the 'tender' care of heaven. Have a lot to talk about the matter.

Using those tips, talks and lessons. The brothers optimized how their complete the duties, how to make said duties last longer (like not allowing many sources of dirt in their rooms for example), how to maximize rewards and how to explore the few resources that they have in abundance. After all many hands makes light work. And this good behavior and attitude brings attentions, like becoming apprentices of a Mason for a bit of time, having more people wishing to join the brotherhood to easy their own work and get cultivation/rest days, and having other people sharing their own life skills with them for one reason or another.

Moving on, the first job that really pay off for the brothers was helping fixing small holes on roads in the core lands and bringing and putting (normal…ish) stones to make said roads even better. For that allowed them to meet one of those rare (for them) foreign cultivators. One core cultivator that took a dislike for the first and fifth brothers and decide to waste his important time, investing a few minutes to show how horrific the road to cultivation is. How cruel heaven and fate can be, how adherence of one DAO will break bonds, how even their dao must do sacrifices for greater power and that nascent spirit training is a torture that would make even an entire city mad from the pain if they absorbed even a decade of an elder experience. That bitter core foreign had centuries of life and many of those he already succeeds in creating some very impressive snarks, sharp comments and harsh comments. So, he condensed a lot of the worse things to come in the worse light possible. So, after seeing the state of the crying duo he nods to himself and left.

If that elder truly had look to the brothers trying to understand them instead of looking at them an seeing even great amount of shaking and crying from his time invested in said speech. He would had just leave after the first minute (and probably after killing the brothers and just paying a fine later) for those two were grateful for that talk, from the core of their hearts/souls. They are not (evil) stones eaters, they would never raise above foundation, they would never need to restrict their communication with each other about their views of life, they would never kill each other by speaking words that would shake their dao, they would never need to break what they hold dear to raise above. And that for those with true talent that most endure the evil stones, that endure evils and even greater torture for the sake of training and cultivation. With even 'heavens' treating them worse with lightnings, trials and pure evil/spite. They had only gratitude for those in the clan than endure such a life. Later, they would pray for that 'unthinkable' strong cultivator for when the clan look at this matter to find where the spreading of information of nascent soul training within the brotherhood had come from, they would discover that the fifth brother, who which was always ashamed of being the weakest, had a particularly good reason for being so. He has a degenerative sickness. And his blood was too weak to have the regeneration necessary to balance that using the clan bloodline. The devotion to cultivation probably was one of the reasons for him to have survive to this day. And the reason he can live even longer was that all this attention made the problem clear, allowing four of the five brothers to focus on more physical matters and the last one in intellectual tasks. So, one can say they brothers were glad for comments of the core elder.

That talked only made the desire greater, that talk only made easier to recruit people knowing that even mortals can push death a bit further by training (plus the reputation of such a good impression on a core elder, even if it is a foreign). The fact that the expanded brotherhood detected, from the greater amount of growing per time training, a talent child that would otherwise be missed for some years. Allowing her to jumpstart her progress was just the blessing (of the core elder) that continue to give gifts. The thought that the poor girl would be a hero and therefore needing to use evil stones to grow was not enough to stop the many tears of happiness of those, now teenagers, original five and the rest of the brotherhood. In fact, this fortunate occasion was great enough to the brotherhood as whole decide to create a position in their organization to those that must stopping using their ways and must be more distant to follow their dao. They call those big brothers and big sisters. That Girl decide to be called (First) big sister. So great was their happiness for her good talent that they even endure the fate of buying some evil rocks by gathering their resources of the brotherhood that they could spare to do so.

The girl story of success creates some waves for the city were the brotherhood started and specially for the poor families and for the orphanages, since this was another way to help the detection of good seeds. And for the brotherhood it was a trial that help define what their organization would call big brothers (the talent ones), brothers (themselves) and little brothers the last one was those that would be heavily invest upon to allow a great circle of grown and building.
end notes: @Alectai one more omake for the omake throne^^. edited: grammar.

 

[adamashield]

Meet the brotherhood. Part 1. The first brother.​

The first thought that comes to mind when looking at the builder when the onlooker is a mortal is 'wow, he is tall', for those of the clan this can still be the first thought which is an impressive give how tall/larger some in the clan are.

The second thing one can observe is how 'leathery' is his skin. A live of honest work would that to a mortal. A live of trying to fulfill as many (mortals) duties as possible to give his juniors and members of the brotherhood time to train/cultivate would that to even someone in the clan with a strong bloodline. And the builder has not one of those. He can regenerate but is slow, he can endure impacts, but the skin gets marks. And certainly, working in the sun, on the sand, on the dust and among piss and shits of stronger cultivators than him to work in the sewer in places where the mortal workers would not, could not work also helps to the 'leathery' impression. Those, well paid, works had given him time to train himself and money to allow others in the brotherhood to do the same.

One can assume that looking at a large cultivator, with pronounced muscles, with a face and body marked by time and trials, that got 'green patina' way early than it should, and with a wild look with longer hairs and beard. One could assume that it would be difficult to approach. That one would be wrong. That face is most of time is showing a big smile, full of white teeth. Which the first brother attribute to the care takers, elder brothers/sisters teaching and the only place where the bloodline regeneration is pronounced as the reason. The skin around the eyes shows marks of those easy to come smiles, the eyes usually shiny and show focus on anyone speaking to him. Usually with him bending his knees or even sitting or resting in the dirt to allow someone to talk while having eye contact at the same height. When possible, the entire posture and even some of the speech of the 'giant' will change to the speaker(s) like a social chameleon using instincts that comes from his good nature and teachings, said lessons mostly coming from fourth brother 'rapport' teachings. Said brother also teach him how to module his tone from many kinds of baritone and, thanks from all members of both sex in the brotherhood, had help select many tones that are pleasing to ears.

The fact that those that knows him (mostly mortals and/or members of the brotherhood) have only good things to say about him helps. Even the insults, without heat, that they throw at him sometimes are in good nature. Stuff like 'big goofy', 'smiling brute', 'barbarian', 'workaholic' are usually said with smiles that reach the eyes.

But if one is to say the biggest reason one can approach him easily is the fact that kids usually use his beard and hairs to climb. In fact, he braids his hairs in a way to make easy to them to hold. And his work clothes can easily endure the pulls. And if a 'giant' can handle multiple kids talking to him at same time, asking multiple questions and using him as a ship/mount/giant beast in their games of make believe while laughing their lungs out, then one would not fear said giant.

The fourth brother enhanced that easy to approach believe with other good PR experiences. Which was good. And the 'social savant/big oaf' absorbed those like water. The same for any good lessons from people from all kinds of lives. Which had the bonus of making the first brother better at tuning and talking in any kind of 'normal' circumstances. From what to say or ask to continue a talk with the sewer workers, from what gossip the old ladies would like to hear (that are not mean) to how to make a making believe adventure truly epic.

The reason why the first had to be so good at being social kind of 'creature'. Other than his good nature. Was that, even before the first brother becomes a cultivator, and certainly after he broke any expectations that the brotherhood had for how high one can reach without using the evils stones. He was the 'flag ship' to bring business to the brotherhood. Is one thing to see someone building a wall, is another to see a 'giant' building a wall. A certainly an experience to see one 'giant' laughing with a baritone voice with two kids holding his hair commanding the 'ancient and giant bronze golem' to build the great walls that will hold the cannibals. He was easily request for more work and those that use the brotherhood services usually appreciate their good nature and good talk. And the brotherhood uses those paid works to allow members to cultivate for many days per work.



Now that the first brother is a cultivator and one that is reasonable strong for his age all those impressions are reinforced. The fact that he doesn't use the 'evil stones' and had trained his breathing/gathering QI skills as much as he had allowed him to be far freer with the use QI than a traditional cultivator in the clan of same rank. For breathing is still free. So, one can see the 'giant' muscles expanding while raising giant rocks, listen to laugh that scary nightmares away from small kids minds, see absurd amounts of backbreaking work being done day by day.

And the now that the clan is using his work, with the impressive (in his eyes) salary/rewards for missions that a 6th​ heavenstage cultivator he can help so many more people to ascend and easy some of weakness, sickness and other dangers of mortal life for a lot of people.

If only his wife, his first born and his unborn baby girl could live to see this day 'xxxxx' would have a perfect life.

word count: 1035 (counting all words)
@TehChron one more omake for the omake throne (of shadows) ^^.

 

[adamashield]

The village mission. Part 1. What lies beyond invincibility (3th heavenstage).​

With the cart full of (mortal) gear and tools together with his youngest brother 'mister bull' or 'brother bull' (the little ones would not allow other names), that the brotherhood succeeds in buying kind of cheap, it is a 8 year old bull after all. If it does not become spirit animal probably will not live to see the next 10 years. The builder would think that he was being sentimental when looking at this bull and remembering his first, true, master and one of many 'teachers' that he learned cultivation from the spirit animal which he took so many lessons from. To think he had transcended the might and power of his master. A bull that reaches the enviable power of 3rd heavenstage. But now he is on the 6th​ heavenstage. Having so great amounts of powers force him to have much of his ignorance beaten out of his hard skull. Stuff like what is a heavenstage, better knowledge of acupuncture points for the QI flown, how said power move inside the body. How to use and even how to fight cultivators.

All of this is information that he had to acknowledge and learn. This grown, this world shaking grown that transcend the wildest dreams that his brothers had that not involve absurd amounts of luck. Otherwise, his Dao of Building would be damaged. Worse his little brothers and sisters would get the wrong impression of the life of cultivation when talking to him. Which they will when they truly start training and ascend. Of this he had no doubt. And he certainly would make mistakes teaching the little ones so he should do his best to avoid the ones that even him can see to make the next circle of grown/building of the brotherhood to be better than the one circle where he started. So many dumbs mistakes.

The acknowledge of the new reality is not just new thoughts that need to firm themselves in his thick skull, but also actions. This mission was, for him, a Old Gold level blessing. For he had doubts that he can now break and use as fuel/material to the brotherhood grown. He had, for his great shame, not help the building of the newest vassals' homes neither he had help with the roads to these new neighbors. He thought himself that would be too dangerous and that he was too weak, too lacking in talent and, if some disaster happened, that he would lose too many of his brothers when he rushes ahead like a bull and convinced them that is good work to be done there. So now that he knows, exactly, how absurd was his grown and witness the ascension of so many of his brothers to the first step of cultivation. Bringing so many happy tears with the knowledge that they can live for an absurd amount of time and many tasks and problems that hit the 'mortals' will hit they a bit less now.

Said brothers only give him more and more happiness. His four 'sworn brothers' help with the plans for the village where he will live for the next five years. Which is also a thing that mind-blowing that amount of time is now only a small amount of his possible lifespan. Anyway, with some (well paid) mortal messengers. And talks with the managers under the mayor of the city where he and most of the brotherhood lives, the travelers that had being there, businessmen and any brother or sister that wish to add a idea to the plan. It was decided to cause as massive impact as possible, to truly go beyond while still obeying the instructions given to him. "protect this village" said the clan member point at the map on his hand and the relevant part of contribution board with said mission, he was happy enough that he now could slowing read said mission or read at all to be complete honest. Said tired legionary continued, "you will start in a month and for the next five years you will do your best to aid them while guarding the village" I nod with a large smile on my face while my sister/third brother, which was not a fool, and like myself sense how tired he was. So, with her amazing cooking and a nice rocking chair we succeed to make this clan member to rest for a bit. To gather his strength. So, with a smile on my libs and with third brother asking the more insightful/hard questions. We got who in the administrations to ask for more questions, how to use the contribution board and where we could find a map as nice as the one, he had shown us. The third question was a bullseye. It seems the reason this clan member was select to distributed board missions was that his family had centuries of working with maps. With many succeeding improvements thanks from having 'bird eyes' of regions using formations or other opportunities. And let me tell this, having some other elderly among the brothers truly help the initial talk with the patriarch of said family later when we trade. The fact if we truly succeed would reflect well on them also help. Oh, and the fact that the builder could pay well for a map help too.

So here they are, him with some carts full of resources with more coming from his salary from the legions, he was also with a 1th formation master that he had (well) paid with some points for a month of his work in the village and to help the safe return of any mortals when he decided to leave said village, with him there also the 6th​ brother with his good (in the brotherhood opinion) teaching skills that comes from his fifty years of life, 6th​ brother had succeed in becoming a cultivator just five years ago, which would pretty shameful if he had use any evil rocks to do so, the 7th​ brothers and his laws books to help with legal matters, for this mission he will be his second in command, with his impressive skills from eighty years of life and with the great powers of a 2th heavenstage and since he will stay on the center of the village for the most of the time, so this is brother would like to survive and sound the retreat/command the others, if some monster and/or evil cultivator monster decide to kill them, anyway, this poor brother of his had to use some stones in the past, but they love him anyway he is family (brotherhood) after all. With them there also 3 other of brothers that succeed in reach the first heavenstage. In their old age. Still the brotherhood is having talent after talent passing the first step, most with the middle-aged men and women and elderly that had tried cultivating in the past and only need a little push, were the ones that succeeded the most with the help of the brotherhood. Stuff like this show the difference of using and not using the evils rocks to cultivate. Because the 'average' cultivator in the clan reaches the first heavenstage at the age of 21. Like he had. His sworn brothers demand that he dictate his thoughts, training and everything else they could think. The poor hands of the second brother. Fortunately, he shared this thankless work with the other people in the brotherhood. Allowing the builder to work while sharing his thoughts. They discover with that he does a small amount of Qi gathering even sleeping and working. He also request that all member share some of their thoughts for this growing archive with some key words and thoughts. those key words were select from all cultivators that help them. selecting the 20 most used words that first come to mind.

Well returning to this 'expeditionary force', there were a small group of 'mortals' brothers and sisters that are with them to try a new life that have some good (compared to the brotherhood in general) farm skill and they even have a teenager in the group that is going mostly to led the young by example in the way of cultivation and show that some good behavior and daily tasks can give young brother some evil rocks… and admittedly in this group two among them had less than terrible bloodlines. Anyway, The Blood of Bronze was extreme thin and weak in the brotherhood in general. And having new blood is a good thing in general too for small places like the one they are going.

They also bringing military rations so that brothers and he could train for the military life style (doing other things in that direction too if they have the time) and for the future trials to come, some good tea herb to plant, some (really shitty) cultivation 'herbs' to also plant (they even brought some fungi), food that they thought could survive, some hen and a rooster and farming tools and other kinds of tools. And some horses to help them move all the stuff and to help someone to escape if the clan formation is not enough. He had even request that part of the revenge protocol/the Breaker protocol 'tax' that he paid to be reserved to murder any bandit/spirit animal if they are killed on this mission. But that is unlikely, that mission would probably never be posted, the reward is too weak coming from just some months of a percent of a 6th​ heavenstage salary. Still the money they have reserved (from the future salaries) for more resources, tools and even people should work better. Because, sadly enough, even in the clan land mortal resources and lives are kind of cheap. Anyway, he will cross his fingers that 6 months of (half) of his salary can convince a 3rd or 4th ​heavenstage that is good at formations to cover what the one with them could not do for lack of skill and power.

Oh, they had enough evil stones to power said minor formations, so long as they are only use in emergencies for the most cases, and to help jumpstart some of the villagers there that is either close to the first step of cultivation or talent enough to reach that impressive mark quick enough. There an incredibly good chance that a lot of his (future) salary not serving as fuel for the little brothers in the brotherhood will be use here.

After all, to truly protect someone one most give said person/people tools to help themselves, ways to gather money, knowledge in general, knowledge of management, which loops to jump with the administration, which loops to not jump to not piss them off, how to write with good handwriting and in a way that your superior likes and having power so that this world full of trials do not murder you by fart at your direction. Oh, and never, ever piss Old Gold. No one can protect you from that. But he really doubts he will need to reinforce that last thought in the village.

Still this trip is already helping by show him how much he still needs to grow, after all this, mortal, bull is pulling their cart weight better than he can (the horses too). He needs to cheat with QI boosting just to keep pulling his part, the bull certainly will have a better foundation than him, since he is showing a way to breath to the bull that is the closest to his master way of doing so that one can do with a human respiratory system. So, this 'super charge' QI air and experience could make a new 'cultivator' if he works in the farms around the village with mister bull long enough. Plus, if the 'mortals' refuse to eat some of the plants/bugs that they could find or not wishing to pull dirt/earth in their mouths that had little, insignificant amounts of QI for some reason or another (like really tiny evil rocks) well the bull or some of the brothers would. And 7th​ brother too since he sometimes eat/absorb those evil rocks energy. He still loves that guy.

"Hahahaha, you are doing a great job mister bull" he said while doing some back massage on the bull when he stops for a little bit. It seems that he had more stamina than his young brother. He will continue to use something called 'Pavlov?' to build the grown of the bull in a good direction. where the fourth and fifth brothers discovered that he not sure. only that It was in the isekai session of informations one can buy info in the clan. Amusing enough informations of the care and cultivation of bulls and superior breeds like aurochs are kind of cheap in the clan. Some cultivators said is because Old Gold has positive bias on them. Or is something he want us to think. So, we should think that information is true to avoid the collateral damage that pulling the spies he wants to pull from one of his centuries old plans.



Shake his Head and allow some QI to booster his regeneration. He yelled.

"hahaha, we are almost there. Thanks, you all for your good work!" he said with another big smile on his face.

"Yes, first brother!" his brothers answer in choir-like replay. This is also something he need to adapt himself to. He thought.
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@Humbaba another omake for the pile^^