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Gaius Antonius 54 - Earthly Ties, Part 4
Gaius Antonius Omake #54: Earthly Ties, Part 4

To Gaius, the run was very difficult, especially in his injured state, but to White Gazing it was liesurely. She stopped for a mere three hours per day, both to submerge herself and to let The Seeker rest. She mostly kept to herself but sometimes idly chatted with Gaius about philosophical topics.

The beast was annoyed with this pace, but would put up with it for the one who did her such a great favor, especially since he also proved a worthy intellectual sparring partner. Mei of course had endless questions as well, and Gaius acted as an intermediary between the two, relaying White Gazing's telepathic messages verbally.

"So... you say you're not a dragon, but do you know any?" Mei carefully asked White Gazing, who lazily rested her head on the riverbank.

"Personally? I was trained in several arts by one, but he wishes to protect his identity. The only other I have met in person is an ancestor of mine, who you might know as Blue Fang."

"Seriously, your ancestor was the Scourge of Claw Isle? The one who sunk an island off the west coast?" Mei pressed the beast,

"That he did. A tragic loss of temper, it was. White Gazing sadly nodded. "To wipe out the sinners living on Claw Isle was only proper, but to destroy the landmass, such that no land-dwelling creature could be born there again? Foolishness and spite. I shall speak no more of this topic."

As she had many times before, the Dragonfish cut the discussion off after just a minute, not being particularly enthused with conversation. Instead, she once more retrieved her eggs from some whorl in space which orbited her body. It was not the immortal aperture, from the one example Gaius had seen, Konstantinos' aperture was an extremely stable thing, a gateway which was as solid and well-defined his hands. This was some kind of extremely powerful technique, spacetime warping of an unbelievably high level for a Core Formation being.

Gaius was once more humbled by the sheer magnitude of the monster he had involved himself with.

Things didn't stay so cheery, though. With each passing day, the intensity of the run, even from her position in the basket, wore on Mei. More and more frequently, she coughed up bits of blood or even tissue, and she complained of pain in her back from the fourth day onward. It was clear as day that the severe pace of this travel was killing the old woman, but they had already known going in that this was a one way trip for her.

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After thirteen days of travel, of which Mei spent a good portion asleep to preserve her strength, the three of them arrived at their destination. In the northwestern edge of Golden Devil territory, Gaius climbed a mountain whose name he could not recall. It was particularly steep and treacherous, the slope often becoming a sheer ninety-degree angle. Many times, he had to climb on the underside of an overhang, supporting himself and his old friend with only the pinching strength of his fingers and praying that the rocks would hold.

White Gazing had already flown ahead, and waited for the two of them near the peak, offering no help. She had promised that should they fall, she would save them, but that was cold comfort for Gaius, who was carrying a fragile, sick old woman; the tumble would kill her before White Gazing could arrive and arrest their fall.

Once more The Seeker found himself perplexed by the peculiar priorities of the mighty beast. She was grateful enough to bring them all this way, to show them something so precious that Gaius' lips had to be magically sealed on the subject, yet refused to carry them anywhere as a matter of principle? He supposed he had to accept that, equally intelligent as they may be, they were very different species.

"Are you holding up there, Mei?" Gaius asked, turning to look at the basket on his back.

"Well as I could be, all things considered..." The old woman responded hazily, wiping away a nosebleed with a handkerchief. "This altitude is a real pain though."

"I never should have brought you along, it was a stupid plan. I'm sorry." Gaius shot her a pensive look. "But we're so close, so please hang in there."

"Worry about yourself big boy." She replied, though the sassiness was undercut by a coughing fit.

By the time they reached the peak, they were five miles up from where they started and the sun had gone down. Gaius could have made it in half the time were he allowed to make the kinds of leaps that Cultivators were known for, but with his cargo that just wasn't an option.

White Gazing swished her tail from side to side impatiently as the pair took a few minutes to rest. "You finally made it. Come on, we must not dawdle any longer, I am already three days late."

The Dragonfish turned to the mountain face and exhaled a strange blue gas, which clung to the stone, illuminating an array of incomprehensible complexity, carved in a script which Gaius had never seen in his life. It wasn't a matter of deliberate obfuscation; the sheer amount of information simply demanded a level of mental processing power which no one below Core Formation could ever possess.

White Gazing silently stared at the array, and a series of reactions occurred which caused the script to change and shift, whole sections moving like pieces of a sliding puzzle or spiraling into maddening swirls of information. Eventually, she finished whatever it was she'd been doing, and a loud rumbling began to take place.

An entire section of the mountain, thousands of tons of stone, slid out as if extracted by a titanic spoon, floating above them and revealing a tunnel which led deep into the stone. Though there wasn't really a staircase, the pathway down was a gentle, spiraling slope that was easy to walk on, allowing Gaius and Mei to follow White Gazing down into the mountain with relative ease.

"I wasn't aware that dragons really... built things." Gaius commented, still in shock at what he had seen.

"Usually we do not, but sometimes, the land does not provide us the faculties we desire. On such occasions, carving out secret places is no trouble for a true dragon."

"I don't know if I'd call something like this just carving..."

"Foolish boy, of course one like you cannot see." White Gazing scoffed, a gout of steam escaping from between her fangs. "Walk the path much, much farther, and perhaps one day you will understand what power really is." With that unhelpful bit of advise over with, the trek returned to an uneasy silence.

Mei sighed with relief as they descended down to a less oppressive altitude. Gaius looked at her and grimaced; she looked terrible compared to when he'd first seen her in Flumenus. Her skin had grown splotchy with bruises, and her eyes were bloodshot. Internally, all of her organs were in a substantially worse state after all the strain, especially her lungs. Even if this was what she wanted, Gaius could not help but feel an intense pang of guilt in his chest; he had well and truly killed his friend.

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Several miles later, the two humans and one beast entered a huge reservoir in the heart of the mountain. The light of the moon and stars, refracted straight through the miles seemingly opaque stone through yet more inscrutable arts, softly lit the wide open chamber.

Gaius whistled in appreciation as he took in the view. "Is this where you live? You said this place was built by a dragon, but it doesn't seem to be here - did you find it?"

"It was not I who found this place; I was invited by another dragonfish several mating cycles ago. Several of us use this place."
With a serene gentleness, White Gazing unraveled the space-time vortex, retrieving her eggs, and gently floated them down into the water.

Clumped together and submerged, they quickly extruded a mucoid substance which bound the clutch to a large rock. Half a dozen other such structures were visible in other parts of the reservoir. It was in that moment that Gaius realized what was going on.

This wasn't just any reservoir - it was a spawning pool.

Oh. Of course any human who visited would be bound to keep this a secret. To even show this to a single being of another species was an invaluable gift.

The spacious, insulated interior of the cave would provide a safe hiding place with a well-regulated temperature for the hatchlings, while the spirit stones lining the bottom of the pool would allow them to cultivate without fighting over ambient qi. From there, once they grew large and strong enough they would swim down the river and into the Green Scale Plains to the northwest.

Already, some of the eggs were beginning to pulse and squirm as the fish inside stirred to consciousness. Mei peered over the edge, watching enraptured as the first hatchling finally broke free from its eggs, soon followed by several more.

Mei gasped at the sight, then turned away as another coughing fit overtook her. Small flecks of blood spattered on the stone where they were greedily sucked up by the moss and lichen. "To think that someone like me got to see something like this..." She laughed weakly, slumping against a rock to gaze out upon the water.

"It's gorgeous." Gaius nodded in response, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. The pale moonlight punctuated the scene, casting a magical, ethereal mood over this momentous place and occasion.

"I'm so glad I could come here, Gaius." The old woman sighed, enjoying the way the refracted moonlight dappled off the water. "I'm satisfied with my life. I don't have any big regrets. But... just this once, to see something so magical and touch the spiritual world... this was nice."

"I'm glad I could help you." Gaius said, smiling sadly. He wanted to punch himself; here, at the very end, he just couldn't think of anything to say. "I missed so many things. Do I really have the right to be here?"

Mei laughed weakly, her head starting to slump to the side as she no longer had the strength to hold it up. Gaius immediately went to her side, cradling her in his arms. "The right? What does that even mean? You're here, and I'm glad you are, that's all there is to it."

Off to the side, White Gazing diligently observed the hatching, giving the two friends as much privacy as was possible in this place.

Something in the old woman broke in that moment. Not physically but spiritually; Gaius felt something begin to shake loose. Mei's soul would soon depart. With no time left, The Seeker tore himself open and let his emotions spill out.

"I'm afraid, Mei. I'm terrified of what I'm becoming, even if I don't let myself think about it. I wonder if every Cultivator feels like this." He confessed, holding her close to speak right into her ear. "This pain, the pain of being left behind. I swear, I'll carry it for the rest of my days as a scar on my heart, along with your memory."

"Feh. You're such... a stupid fucking sweetheart. I'm happy, I've... been happy." Mei gasped out as her soul began to fully escape her body, desperately clinging to her organs as it was inexorably ripped away. Within the pool, more and more hatchlings began to emerge, spurred on by their siblings. "Keep going. As far as you can go. You... big... nerd..."

With that, the old woman's soul fully exited her body, a lifetime's worth of memories evaporating instantly. She was right: there truly were no regrets in there. Scrubbed of all earthly traces, the soul vanished completely from Gaius' senses. Mei was gone.

Gaius sat there in silence for a while; he wasn't exactly sure how long. He closed Mei's eyes and gently stroked her hair, as if she had merely fallen asleep in his lap. This felt wrong. It felt weird and painful in a way that he wasn't equipped to process. This girl who had been younger than him become something else, something worn out and dried up, something which had simply come and gone without raging against the world and fighting for more.

"I shouldn't have brought her here." Gaius lamented, weeping. His dripped down his face and off his chin, falling into the spawning pool and mixing into the water. "She always did get in over her head. She had months left. In my greed, I stole those precious months from her family."

White Gazing turned her eyes away from the pool for a moment to regard Gaius with curiosity and empathy. "How a mortal chooses to die is none of my concern. I suppose humans, who give birth to one child as a time, view the weak with more love than we who lay large clutches do." She sighed, curling herself up to gently brush her tailfin against Gaius' back. "It seems difficult to live that way, as a lifelong pack animal. How do you bear the suffering that comes with so much connection?"

"How do we bear it?" Gaius laughed, drying his eyes. "We ask ourselves that all the time. Each of us finds our own answers." He reached to the side, briefly embracing the Dragonfish's fin in thanks.

"We Tyrant Beasts live together in schools, as Sacred Carp. In a large river, hundreds might dwell. As Rainbow Carp, we keep to ourselves more, but still see each other often. We possess sub-human intelligence in those stages, but some instinct drives us to stay together." The beast turned to the spawning pool, watching as more and more hatchlings broke out of their eggs and surged forth into the water.

"When we become Dragonfish, that ends. We are small in number as all Core Formation species are, and we have no need for civilization. We spend most of our lives in solitude. We gain greater understanding, but drift apart. I wonder, what is it that we lose, when that happens?" A sea of myriad and complex emotions swirled in the fish's eyes as she watched the hatchlings begin to gnaw at the algae. "This feeling in my heart right now, this overwhelming pain and joy... it feels foreign to me. Perhaps those old instincts are reviving in me, just for today."

"White Gazing..." Gaius hesitantly began, not sure what to do or say. How was he even supposed to respond to a statement like that?

"And so, for one day, I shall pay my respects to those days I left behind. I shall act most unlike a dragon, even though I should be seeking to become one." She lightly batted Gaius with her tail, forcing to his feet and sending him stumbling toward the pool. "The smallest, feeblest ones, those with no chance of reaching the next stage on their own. Among those alone, choose one."

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After several minutes of fervent bowing and copious thanks, Gaius finally made his way to the spawning pool. He looked on with awe; there were so many of them, somewhere in the low thousands. Of these, perhaps one Dragonfish would arise. Cultivation was, as ever, cruel.

White Gazing said to pick one of the smaller babies, but that still left Gaius paralyzed with indecision. Mere minutes old, the carp all looked identical; translucent little things which swam around gormlessly, with nothing in the way of distinguishing marks or features.

Gaius tried to let instinct take over, fumbling around with his spiritual senses for one which felt familiar, but it was fruitless. These newborn creatures were as pure as pure got; their souls also felt identical.

Fuck it.

Slowly, Gaius dipped his hand into the water and waited. He cupped his hand, observing as the little fish flitted about. After a minute, one of the runts swam right into his palm, and he snapped his fingers closed, loosely restraining the newborn as he pulled it out of the water.

With a wordless nod of acknowledgement, White Gazing effortlessly lifted over ten gallons of water out of the pool as an amorphous liquid blob. Gaius plunged his hand into the water and released the baby, allowing it to swim freely again. "That one will do." Gaius nodded, a few fresh tears springing to his eyes as he watched the hatchling gradually adjust to being alive.

Yes, this was the only way to go. It was far from certain, but having died right next to so much birth, Mei very well might have reincarnated into one of these carp. If he ever meant anything to Mei, and if her soul had truly come to dwell in one of the carp, then destiny would have brought them together just now. Gaius had no way of knowing, so there was no need to think about it any further.

With an effortless exertion of power, the beast swung her tail and released a wave of cutting power, carving big, solid chunks of stone out of the wall. She then breathed out a ruinous black wind which dissolved it into sand, followed by a torrent of white-hot fire that burnt it into glass. In moments, White Gazing presented Gaius with a slightly rough but fully functional glass tank. "This ought to do. Of course, it will need several times more water and space in a few years' time."

From there, the Dragonfish launched into an exhaustive list of exact specifications for the hatchling's proper dietary and cultivation needs, and Gaius couldn't help but smile. As cold and distant as she acted, White Gazing was a very good mother.

----

"What the fuck was I thinking!?" Gaius lamented as he made the long trek back to the Dawn Fortress, which would take about five times longer than he had hoped thanks to the huge glass tank of water on his back. There was absolutely no way that little hatchling needed this much water, but the stubborn beast had refused to give it any less. "Weakling as it may be, it is still my child. Pay it the respect it is due." She had said.

So now Gaius had to walk - not run, not ride, not Earth-Glide, but walk home, so as to not damage the tank in any capacity, or hurt its fragile occupant. If the two had already bonded their cultivation then this would be easier, but Gaius knew almost nothing of beast-taming, and certainly wouldn't be taking chances with such an obscenely valuable creature.

He looked back at the tank, peering through the glass to see the baby staring at him obliviously. The organs were visible through its translucent skin, pulsating and squirming as such things do. Its mouth gaped. Were it not already submerged, Gaius wondered if the little beast might be drooling.

Fishing a low-grade spirit stone from his bag, Gaius tossed it into the tank, followed by a few pinches of algae - it would graduate to small insects along with the algae in a week or two, and eventually smaller fish after a month. The baby greedily snapped up the plant matter within a few minutes, then swam to the bottom of the tank and nestled up to the stone.

As Gaius continued his trek, he felt the carp dutifully drawing energy from the stone at an incredible speed. It really was five times faster, as they said. It had been born at the First Heavenstage, and might reach the second in a single year.

"Talk about an impulse purchase; I can just tell you're gonna be a pain. I'm gonna have to invest so much time into learning beast-taming arts too..." Gaius sighed, shaking his head.

Gaius had chosen to learn the basics of body cultivation, sword cultivation, curse arts and soul arts early in his career. His reasoning had been that the farther along one's cultivation base gets, the harder it got to pick up entirely new disciplines. Thus, even though the majority of his time and knowledge went into body cultivation, he was competent in multiple other arts. And now here he was, in the Eleventh Heavenstage, needing to add in an entirely new branch to his knowledge; how idiotic.

"I've heard about the dreaded 'rebound pet' before. To think its allure was this powerful..." He raised a hand to tap the glass, then hesitated and put it back down; better to be extremely careful until it got less... squishy-looking. "Now, what the hell am I gonna call you?"

From Gaius' hip hung a bag full of ashes, the last remains of his sole connection to mortal-kind. He wasn't sure where the right place would be to bury or scatter them, given he had to keep the ruse up to her family. For now, this tenuous tether would keep him company, just a little longer.

----

And here we come to the end of this short arc. The truth is, when I started writing this the idea of Gaius getting a carp companion never actually occurred to me. It wasn't until I was having a conversation with @ReaderOfFate that I realized what a blindingly obvious plot point was staring me in the face.

I wanted to write something about Gaius reuniting with an old mortal friend, and at first it was this soap opera-ish family drama that I couldn't get a handle on at all. Instead I decided to frame the story around Gaius fighting a monster, and eventually it became about appeasing a monster.

I had a lot of fun writing this arc. Gaius is the type to repress his own negative emotions and let them quietly rip into him beneath the surface, so letting him be more emotionally open was interesting to write.
 
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Gaius Antonius 55 - Tyrrany
Gaius Antonius Omake #55: Tyrrany

The Scorpion Road was widely considered one of the greatest feats of engineering in the Virtuous Flipper Region. This was not because of any singular piece of architecture, but rather the sheer scale. Cutting across the desert like a bold like of ink, this road improved the shipment and trade of goods immeasurably.

Of course, with such heavy use came the necessity of heavy patrol's. The vast majority of of the Organ Meat Desert's trade shipments to other parts of the region went via the Scorpion Road, after all, and that also meant the majority of smugglers.

Oh, there were always some small-timers who hoofed it aross the sand and over the mountains far away from the road, but it was far harder to track such people given how desolate some parts of the desert could be. Most of those types didn't carry anything too valuable either, and so checkpoints in cities along the border of Clan territory were used to keep an eye out for those tenacious pack-rats.

No, if one seriously wished to smuggle goods, it had to be on the Scorpion Road. And the Golden Devils, who controlled the majority of the road and heavily taxed any goods which went on it in either direction, were devoted to stopping any and all fraud with ruthless efficiency. Hundreds of checkpoints lined the road, every hundred miles or so; a hefty expense, but very effective as an opressive, omnipresent message to all who used the road: 'We are watching. Behave yourself.'

Not only did they seek to induce submission, but also paranoia: one in ten checkpoints were staffed by several centurions and conducted extremely thoruogh searches, including deep scanning techniques which even checked the insides of merchants' bodies. The Devils would do this at every checkpoint if possible, but it just wasn't economically feasible. So instead, they changed which checkpoints would be 'super-checkpoints' every year, randomizing them so that a pattern could not be established.

In one particular checkpoint, notable only for being one of the closest to the border with the Sorrowful Blacksmith Sect's lands, a caravan of middling size arrived. The carriage drivers looked tired, but it was the kind of fatigue which came from the anticipation of strain rather than the aftermath; they would be crossing the mountains soon, after all.

The cargo was nothing special: spirit stones of low and mid grade, rare parts from exotic spirit beasts, strange minerals which were difficult to find outside the desert. All of it was valuable, but none was out of the ordinary. In accordance with the value of this cargo was the strength of the guards: several dozen Qi Condensation hired from the Saber Palace, plus one mid-Foundation Building leader. Some of the merchants were also Qi Condensation Cultivators.

The Legionnaire whose turn it was to search, Isadora, was an unassuming sort. On the small side for a Devil, she didn't quite fill out her armor, and the nervous energy she projected at all times didn't help her. Nonetheless, her instincts were sharp. She went over the contents of every cart and wagon, checking them with reports from the previous checkpoint, and made sure to check in all the extra places as well. The roofs, the undersides of the carriages, carts and beasts, in the pockets of the merchants, she looked at everything.

It all seemed to check out until she did an inventory of the traders themselves. No doubt about it, there should have been thirty-four of them, but only thirty-three were here. Slamming her hand down on an alarm array, Isadora caused stone walls to burst out of the sand all around the caravan and the guardhouse, and ran back to get the others.

"We've got a runner!" Isadora declared as she slammed open the door, getting the other guards to attention.

"Where, here?" Asked Phyllis, the Centurion supervising this post. While a Centurion was a bit too high-ranked for a job like this, she had a mere one pillar and was injured besides as anyone could see from the thick iron bands binding her arm, so in the aftermath of the Trial, an easy job like this was a good place to recover.

"E-er, no, sorry. A ways back. There's one less person than at the last checkpoint." Isadora clarified, flushed in embarassment.

"Are we really sure someone ran off with supplies, then?" Asked Titus, a stout, bearded Legionnaire with one eye. "They could have just quit the job."

"No, this is the perfect place to run off with stolen merchandise." Phyllis declared, hauling out a large bowl and several small bags of strange and sickening ingredients. "The next checkpoint after this one is at the border, and that's always a super-checkpoint. A discrepancy between this checkpoint and that one would be harshly punished. I doubt this is a coincidence."

From there, Phyllis began casting techniques to track the deserter, based on everything they knew. She even called in the other people in the caravan and plucked the memories of that man right out of their heads. Evidently, based on what the Centurion saw they weren't accomplices.

"How much could he be carrying, though?" Titus asked, taking a calm swig of black tea. "Doesn't seem worth the pursuit."

"It's not about worth." Phyllis corrected, continuing her scrying without missing a beat. "It's about displaying strength. The more smugglers get through, the more weakness we show, which begets more smugglers. We need to show uncompromising strength and keep those opportunists cowed."

After several minutes, the destination became clear to her. "Sorrowful Blacksmith Sect. He'll be entering the mountains near the Devil Bee border. How bold of him."

"I'll track him down." A man in the back of the office declared, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. He stood up to his considerable height, blocking out the bright sunlight from the window and casting a dark shadow over the room. "That's why I'm here, isn't it?"

"As eager for hard work as ever, Legionnaire Gaius. If only the same could be said for everyone around here." Phyllis gave Titus a brief stink-eye, which he blanched at. "Go over the border if you have to; this rat needs to learn what it means to cross a Devil." She commanded.

"Yes, Ma'am." Gaius saluted, before taking off his hat and ducking his head a bit to get through the door. "I'll Seek him out, you have my word."

----

Cao Liuxian cursed as he felt a thin wisp of qi wrap around him, and tore it away immediately. Unfortunately, it was too late; someone had been scrying him. Bracing his hat against the wind, he pushed his horse harder, hoping to reach the mountains by dawn.

His red scarf flapped in the wind as he rode faster and faster, his only concession to personal expression. The rest of his clothes were simple and spartan, the kind of relatively snug-fitting robes that made you fit in in a variety of settings. Indeed, Liuxian's ability to look casual or formal, high society or streetwise, just by changing his inflection and body language had bought him success multiple times in the past.

And now, he had thrown it all away, angering the notoriously stingy Golden Devils for a big lump sum. He'd had no choice - there was no time to accumulate the stones he needed to pay that damn soul artist normally, and the tiny cut he'd have gotten as a small part of the operation wouldn't have been enough either. He was a nobody anyway, so he didn't mind giving up his life for this if he had to. Even if he was dragged into oblivion, he would save everyone.

Just a little bit longer and Liuxian would be in the mountains, where his own expertise would hold an advantage over a desert-dweller's. From there, he could make his way to Fool's Valley without much trouble. He really had guessed right; that was a regular checkpoint!

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"That really smarts..." Gaius muttered to himself as he rubbed at his eye, attempting to disperse that annoying ache burning on the inside of his skull. "Scylla, can you get that for me?"

With a soft white light and an immediate soothing sensation, Gaius' headache was once again numbed with the help of his new partner, who rode in a large barrel on Gaius' back. From the outside, it looked like opaque wood, but on the inside it was transparent glass through which the adolescent carp could view the world.

After much deliberation, Gaius had decided to bring the tank. Enchanted to never spill as it might be, this was still a somewhat dangerous move to make, even if his target was a mere Ninth Heavenstage, according to his compatriots. Still, Scylla had much to learn if she was to be his companion. The subject of today's lesson was ruthlessness: to defeat the enemy and complete the mission at any cost.

"Ahh, you really are a miracle worker, you know that?" Gaius praised the carp, reaching back to stroke the glass. Near his head, a few bubbles came to the surface as she babbled a happy response.

"Now, let's see here. Northwest, probably a few hundred miles west of the border..." Gaius muttered, submerging his feet and surging forward through the sand. "Shouldn't be too hard to catch him; I've already got his scent."

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Liuxian cursed as he caught sight of a Golden Devil cultivator , bearing down on him and slowly gaining ground. For a moment he feared it was a Foundation Building expert from how fast they were moving, but corrected himself. Someone in Foundation Building would be running more efficiently, not blasting up such obnoxious plumes of sand. No, that was merely a Qi Condensation Cultivator using an extraordinary movement technique.

The thief snarled, pushing his horse harder. The mountains were in sight, so this wasn't so bad. If he could just stay ahead for a little longer, or fight that son of a bitch off, then he could escape amongst the bluffs.

Throwing several jade slips behind him, Liuxian waited for the pursuer to approach that ground and then made an abridged hand gesture, setting them off and coating the sand in ice. Without missing a beat, the Devil sunk beneath the ground and emerged on the other side, totally unbothered.

Damnit, what kind of movement technique was that!? Qi Condensation wasn't supposed to have techniques that potent! Throwing a dozen jade slips at once, Liuxian summoned a huge cloud of mist, riding into it to escape his opponent.

A knife grazed his head in that moment, thrown off ever so slightly by the haze, cutting the skin of his scalp by just a little. Eyes growing wide with panix, he stood up on his horse and turned fully to face the enemy, whose eyes seemed to pierce rigt through the mist with no trouble. A terrifying sight, he was: tall, imposing, clad in black with a big hat which hid his face, this man fit the image of a desert-dwelling Devil perfectly.

Okay. Okay, this was fine: Liuxian still had one trump card left. Calling upon an obscene amount of qi, he summoned a freezing wave which passed through the mist in chaotic patterns, filling it with icy shrapnel which stabbed the Devil all over from unpredictable angles. Finally, Liuxian's enemy seemed bothered.

Before the distracted Devil could burrow underground again, he struck the ground, freezing the sand all around the man's feet. Finally, he conjured rings of ice to constrict the Devil's body... and kept fleeing.

No, he would not clash directly with that pursuer. Maybe he would win, but with the huge amount of qi he had just used up merely to restrain that man, he would need to kill him in one blow. Otherwise, that movement technique would utterly trounce him. No, better to escape.

As he sped off and began to climb the first of countless rocky slopes, Liuxian felt a uneasiness, an inhumanly focused presense boring into his back. He soon began to wonder if perhaps he had made the wrong call.

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Liuxian had made the wrong call. No matter how many hundreds of miles he rode, that fucking Devil still followed; how was this even worth the trouble anymore?

Contrary to expected, the chase had not in fact ended when Liuxian had reached the mountains, and now he been fleeing for hours. His poor horse was already dead, beheaded by that bronze motherfucker nearly two hundred miles back.

Up and over the mountain and into the nearest valley he had run, with the Devil in hot pursuit. His breath came out hard and strong as he pushed his endurance farther and farther; just a little bit longer, and the advantage would be his.

Just a mile behind, that black-clad Devil continued to inexoribly follow Liuxian, showing no signs of fatigue at all. As their feet pounded the grass beneath them, something else began to pummel the ground as well: rain. First a few drops, then a drizzle, and soon a deluge. The water came down hard and heavy, turning the ground to slippery mud and soaking through Liuxian's clothes.

Just a little farther...

There! Up ahead, a town, abandoned due to the recent floods(this storm was far from the only one this past month, or even the only one of such intensity). That would be the thief's salvation. As if sensing his relief, the Devil picked up his pace, beginning to close the distance between the two of them. A mile became four-fifths of a mile as the town, Squall's End, grew closer. By the time Liuxian reached the gates, it had shrunk to three-fifths.

Running up the wall normally wouldn't be too hard - the stone was a tad rough, providing just enough grip to make it twenty feet - but, slick with water as it now was, such things were not possible. At least, not possible for most. Rather than hinder him, the droplets clung to Liuxian's feet, aiding in his ascent. He then vaulted over the edge and gestured at a large rainbarrel atop a building. With the recent rain, it was so full it was ready to burst.

The barrel groaned, metal straining as it slowly gave way to the unrelenting force of Liuxian's technique. Just as his pursuer leapt over the gates, he brought down his hand and the rainbarrel burst from within, releasing its contents. An impressively large torrent of water unerringly surged through the air at their target.

The torrent of floodwater smashed into the Devil, sending him crashing through a house. Strangely, the man seemed more concerned with protecting his barrel than his own safety. Not that that mattered, as the house collapsed on him. Two huge hits; surely he was out now!

No dice; with a wave of thunderous force, bricks, tiles and beams were flung away by a gold-colored dome, revealing the man in black, still up and raring to go.

Damnit, how was this possible!? How was this man still alive? A blast like that should have at least injured him more. What was the point of chasing him down over something like this? Surely the reward couldn't be so good as to warrant this much trouble!

Blood dripped down the man's shoulder and onto the ground as he moved the limp appendage out of the way and drew a sword at his hip. "I've got to take you in now, give up."

This was a bluff, it had to be. With wounds that severe, he wouldn't be able to fight well at all. This man couldn't be higher than Ninth Heavenstage; his toughness was extraordinary, sure, but with enough damage that bastard would die!

"You won't get this cargo. No matter what, there's something I have to protect. I can't do it without these stones!"

The man in black didn't respond - in just a moment, he was already there, swinging his sword with amazing force. Liuxian jumped over his slash, landing on a rooftop and running away. The pounding rain made the tiles slippery, but the thief was used to such terrain.

DANGER!

A century of life experience lit a fire in Liuxian's brain in that moment, prompting him to jump to another rooftop. Right where he had stood, the man in black slashed a sizeable rift in the tiles and immediately turned to pursue.

The gate: he had to get to the gate, no matter what. Turning to intercept the Devil's next attack, Liuxian stilled a hundred drops of rainwater in place with a wave of his hand before firing them off at his enemy. The black-clad bastard deflected most of the projectiles with a twirl of his sword but took small, deep wounds all over his body, causing him to fall off the roof.

Only, instead of painfully impacting the ground, that infuriating man sank straight into it, hiding somewhere beneath the ground. Cursing, Liuxian continued to run, using only the rooftops and not touching the ground. Soon enough the gate was in sight, only for the Devil to burst from the ground, appearing right in front of him in a single leap.

"Why won't you die!?" The thief yelled, once more firing off a hail of raindrops. This time, the Devil was ready, summoning a large golden shield which blocked them all, then throwing them all back with a sweep of his hand. Liuxian curled up to guard himself as he was struck over and over by his own attack, but this turned out to be in his favor.

Propelled faster in the direction of his destination, Liuxian collided painfully with the top of the gate. Stubbornly, he reached over to one of the large wooden pillars to which the gate was attached. There, a complex and powerful array was carved.

Liuxian had chosen Squall's End for a reason: he'd been here many times before. It was abandoned now due to the river overflowing and causing so many floods, but it was normally a small trade hub, with a Foundation Building Cultivator and many Qi Condensation subordinates guarding it from beast attacks.

He also knew of the last resort they had installed in case the Golden Devils ever invaded, to deny them any spoils. It was the same as in many other towns and cities.

The pursuer leapt into the air, rearing back to strike Liuxian again, but it was already too late. Scratching a line into the array, he changed one character to another, setting off a reaction which released a huge amount of stored Fire Qi all at once.

The thief leapt off the gate, orienting himself away from Squall's End, as his enemy found himself hurtling straight toward the epicenter of that self-destruct array. He smirked, allowing himself some satisfaction in this checkmate - simple, but effective.

With a deafening boom, Liuxian was blown away, far into the distance. He tumbled painfully down the mountain, but through creative use of several arrays, he somehow found himself alive. Dazed and in pain, he turned back to the peak, finding only a huge pillar of smoke; Squall's End would take a lot of work to repair after that, he thought guiltily.

Good, maybe that would rid him of that Devil. Steeling himself for yes more running, Liuxian took off toward the nearest settlement.

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As the storm raged outside, Liuxian could do nothing but wait in agonizing anticipation. At the bottom of an empty grain silo, he breathed as quietly as he could, hoping that he'd created enough distance and hurt that bastard enough to finally make him give up on the chase.

No such luck - with a crash of thunder, a horrific specter emerged into the silo. His right sleeve torn off entirely, displaying an arm broken in multiple places. Even aside from that, the man was bleeding from a dozen wounds, yet he seemed unbothered by all of this. Onward he walked, intent only on bringing down his target.

"Even after all that you still won't leave me be? You're insane!" Luxian yelled, swallowing back his fear.

"You don't know the half of it. I take it you're not going to give up, then?" The Devil asked, face bathed in shadow beneath the wide brim of his hat.

"I can't!" Liuxian shouted, spreading his feet and preparing to fight once more. "Listen to me, I need these stones right away! There's a village, it's dying of curses! I can't hire the help I need without these stones!"

"I see, so that's how it is. You're a valiant man, Cao Liuxian." The mysterious pursuer continued, face still hidden. He sheathed his swords, making the smuggler let out a sigh of relief, only for that air to be sucked back in as he raised his hands and began to advance.

"Then listen to me, damnit! If you do care, then work with me!" Liuxian cried out fruitlessly.

"Scylla, watch." The man in black gently said to the barrel on his back, which he removed and placed next to him. "I know it's scary, but you musn't be afraid. You're going to be the partner of a King, and sometimes a King must be a tyrant."

His swords sheathed, the man unerringly advanced on Liuxian. His long hair, soaked by the rain, clung to his shoulders and chest like grasping tendrils, and a profound coldness filled his eyes. "Arrogantly destroying people's dreams, cowing them with our power to do what must be done."

With a blur of motion, Liuxian shot forward, throwing a kick, then several punches, all of which the towering man dodged or brushed aside. With fluid movements, he smashed his elbow into the thief's face, breaking his nose and making him stumble back. He followed up with a middle punch which felt like a blasting array went off at point blank. Bile spewed forth from Liuxian's mouth as his ribs gave way. "We are not representatives of the people's will. We are sinners who sieze authority from the hands of heaven."

The beating continued unabated, as the long-haired man held back enough strength to not kill the thief, and Liuxian kept getting up out of desperation to win. Liuxian understood what was going on in that moment. This man was in the Twelfth Heavenstage, and had been held back by that barrel of water on his back. Free of his burden, he could maul Liuxian even with one arm.

But finally, the chance to turn things around came: the pursuer's boot slipped on a puddle, and he fell backwards. Liuxian surged forward to tackle him to the ground-

-only to be struck on the chin with a powerful uppercut that broke his teeth and made his brain shake like a leaf in a hurricane. Slipping around him, the man in black siezed his neck in a submission chokehold and squeezed.

As the light left Liuxian's eyes, the taller man turned his face toward the barrel. "Look, Scylla. Look and understand: I am robbing this man of his freedom. Close your heart to his desperation; when it's all on the line, victory is absolute."

Everything went black.

----

When Liuxian came to, he found his pursuer, hat now removed, having a tense but peaceful talk with what appeared to be a Sorrowful Blacksmith Cultivator. "I promise, I'll be heading right back over the border. As I said, I only crossed to catch this man, who stole goods meant for trade and violated our tarrif laws."

He tried to escape, only to find himself straining against qi-draining manacles on his wrists and ankles. His frantic wriggling prompted his captor to drop him from the shoulder upon which he had been carried, instead holding fast to a chain attached to his wrist-manacles.

"Please, don't do this!" Liuxian begged, staggering to his feet. "I have to get these stones to the soul artist in Fool's Valley! Do whatever you want after that, kill me, eat me, work me to death!"

"Pipe down, will you? I'm trying to negotiate!" Gaius yelled, striking the panicking man in the throat with a hand chop that made him fall to his knees, gasping.

"From what I can tell, your story's all true." Said the blacksmith, a sullen-eyed man with three deep scars across his face. "No harm done, then. Go ahead and take this thief back to your side of the border."

Gaius held up a hand. "One more moment of your time, please. As long as I'm here, I want to do this while he's watching." The long-haired Devil turned to speak to his prisoner. "This soul artist, where did you say he lived? And what's the name of that village?"

"T-the artist lives in Fool's Valley. The village is Oakheart."

He turned back to the Blacksmith. "There's a soul artist who lives in Fool's Valley. This man's hometown, Oakheart, is afflicted by curses. Please hire that man with these fifteen low-grade spirit stones." He retrieved a bag of stones and handed it to the blacksmith, before fishing out another, smaller bag. "And to make it worth your while, here's five more for the service."

Liuxian sputtered in disbelief, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. "T-those stones... those are..."

"They're out of my pocket, of course." The man in black said nonchalantly. "My name's Gaius Antonius, by the way."

The blacksmith confirmed his intention to hire the soul artist, and even agreed to let Liuxian craft a geass, which he then signed. Once that was all taken care off, Gaius shackled the thief once again and hauled him away.

----

Gaius breathed deeply with a smile on his face. "One mile above sea level, that's the best air, don't you agree?" Gaius asked Liuxiang. "Not too thin, but high up enough that most of the heavy elements are gone. Clean and crisp.

"Y-yes, I suppose it is nice..." The prisoner replied nervously, not entirely sure what was going on. "Gaius, er, what was that back there?"

"I'm afraid I manipulated you a bit back when I was catching you. My apologies." Gaius stated simply with a tip of his hat. "Your reaction needed to be genuine."

"I don't get any of this at all!" Liuxian shook his head in confusion, chains rattling slightly with the movement. "I could have paid the man off myself if you let me go. There's no way they'll pay you nearly as much for catching me as the number of stones I took, so you just lost wealth for no reason!"

"It's not about the money, it's about getting the job done by the book and still doing the right thing." Gaius smirked confidently. "I've got contribution points to spare right now, so a good deed or two is within this year's budget. That's all there is to it."

"Okay, but even then, why decieve me? What did you mean by my reaction?"

"Yeah, your reaction. I needed to teach a charge of mine about the importance of duty, even when it feels wrong. Even when you have to hurt people who are trying to do the right thing."

Gaius tapped the barrel on his back. "Kid, come out and say hello for a second. I know you're mad at him for making me get dirt in your water, do it anyway." He attempted to coax whatever was in there out. "Scylla, come on, be nice."

The blobby white head of a Sacred Carp poked out of the water, looking at the bearded man and blinking out a silent greeting before returning back to her tank.

"Was that... what I thought it was?" Liuxian asked, thoroughly worn down.

Gaius chuckled. "Sure is. Scylla here is a Sacred Carp, otherwise known as a Proto-Dragon. I've gotta teach her properly early - she's a bit of a brat now, but she's gonna be a serious handful when she ascends further." He explained as he led the prisoner back down the mountain. "Now, Cao Liuxian, here's what's gonna happen. We're gonna get ourselves a couple of horses, and I'm gonna take you in and return the stolen merchandise, and then you're gonna go on trial. I'll vouch for you and try to get you a sentence that's not too bad, but you've gotta behave, alright?"

Liuxian bowed as deeply as he could without falling over, what with how his feet were bound. "I'll do whatever you ask, Gaius! I was already prepared to die! I couldn't bear to see those people suffering so terribly anymore!" He exclaimed, weeping in a massive release of emotion.

"Now now, no brown-nosing." Gaius laughed, patting the man on the shoulder. "That's good; it looks like we all stand to get a pretty good deal out of this."

With that, The Seeker went on his way, another job successfully completed.

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I'm surprised at how quickly I managed to write this omake. I suppose you could call it a manifestation of a few different ideas I had been wanting to explore for a while.

I wanted to explore a darker side of Gaius' character in this story, with him chasing down and crushing a sympathetic character, heedless of the consequences of his actions. The problem was that... well, as a Good Seed in the Twelfth Heavenstage with(very limited) access to the fabulously wealthy Quintia family's coffers, there's no Qi Condensation-scale problem he lacks the resources to solve.

So, since I ultimately failed to conceive of a situation where it made sense for Gaius to, say, stop a man from saving a village, I split the difference and used another character's PoV and Gaius teaching Scylla the ropes to pull off a fun little twist.
 
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Gaius Antonius 56 - Adventures in Beast Taming
Gaius Antonius Omake #56: Adventures in Beast Taming

Gaius would definitely go insane if he lived in the Quintia Manor all the time, he thought. It was too big, too circuitous. It didn't feel like a home to him at all; perhaps that would change with time. When he wasn't out on one of his endless parades of missions, The Seeker lived in Axia's apartment now; more than lavish enough for him.

There was just one problem: Axia's apartment wasn't big enough to comfortably house that fucking fish tank.

Featuring various colorful plants, statues made of array-carved precious metals, several spirit stones for her to Cultivate on her own time and all sorts of other weird odds and ends, Scylla's huge glass tank was able to comfortably hold one thousand gallons of water. It was insanely luxurious for just one occupant. Gaius got the feeling that it really wasn't normal to keep a twenty-five pound fish indoors. Frankly, he was grateful that Scylla was small for Sacred Carp, as those could sometimes reach over fourty pounds in weight.

So, because Gaius was an idiot who couldn't house his beast companion in his own damn house, he had found himself visiting the Quintia Manor with increasing regularity over the past two decades.

"Oh, Scylla, you look wonderful! I've missed you so much!" Axia cooed as she entered their shared section of the manor, dashing into the bedroom to see the carp.

"Nice to see you too, my dearly beloved bride-to-be." Gaius greeted sarcastically from the next room, cleaning and polishing his weapons.

Axia joyously fussed over the fish, at least as much as one could fuss over an animal without touching it. "How have you been, Scylla? Are you eating well? What about your health?" She chattered, retrieving a small jar full of some kind of shrimp concoction. "I brought you a present! I just know you'll love it!"

For all that she had called the fish gross, ugly and other, more creative insults in the past(Gaius' favorite was still "like a pile of unfired wet clay that went through a failed tribulation".), Axia had come to adore the unconventional pet fairly quickly. She would frequently visit Scylla, personally overseeing a training session here and there and bringing her all sort of lavish little gifts. Once, Gaius had to dissuade her from replacing all of the rocks at the bottom of Scylla's tank with gold ore, which would have thrown the chemical balance of the tank way off.

"Aww, do you like them, sweetie? That's good, that's good! I'll make sure to get you some more next week~." Axia cooed, as the carp gormlessly gobbled up her meal.

"Don't overfeed her." Chided Gaius. "We already changed the water this morning, I don't wanna do it a second time today."

Axia dismissively waved a hand in his direction, as if to say 'I know, you've said it hundreds of times'. "So, what do you think will happen going forward?" Axia pondered, idly entertaining the fish with bright and colorful streamers of qi. "Her cultivation is synchronized with yours, but a beast couldn't possibly form a Single Pillar, right?"

"Definitely not." Gaius confirmed, crossing his arms. "It's certainly something I've thought about quite a bit. A self-aware Spirit Beast might be capable of the feat, but Scylla's too dumb to do the necessary philosophical rigor. Her cultivation base hasn't risen one iota since she hit the Twelfth."

He leaned back and carefully watched the carp's movements, as if the swishing of her tail held the secret answers to his questions. "So where is the damn energy going? It's not dispersing like it would for someone at a severe bottleneck; there's relatively little leakage." The Seeker sighed, gripping his knees anxiously. "Most likely, all of that qi - an amount equal to the distance between Twelfth and Thirteenth - will manifest in some way when she ascends alongside me."

"Love, is there really no boundary you won't break? Is it not enough to blaspheme only once?" The Quintia scion tittered at him as she shashayed over to where her fiance sat. "You're turning the poor baby into a freak. Oh, Imperator, what if she grows another head?" She teased, mock-swooning and falling onto Gaius.

"You're not helping." Gaius snorted, leaning in to give her a kiss.

"You worry too much about every damn thing." Axia continued to press him. "Scylla is a Tyrant Beast. She's not going to turn belly-up and die from a bit of unorthodoxy."

"Mm, perhaps you're correct, dear." Gaius mumbled, retrieving a sheaf of paper as Axia telekinetically arranged a dizzying array of mirrors on her desk.

The two soon lapsed into a familiar, comfortable silence, simply existing in the same place. Gaius one more reviewed his schedule for the next month, a rigorously organized collection of dates, times and routines. He saw an entire chunk of his life stretch out before him, working in perfect synchronization like a great machine. Axia was similarly perfectionistic, grooming her face and hair and arranging her makeup until it perfectly suited that night's occasion. She had a meeting with some dignitary from another family, the sort of political event which Gaius himself had no interest in and which his fiance seemed to navigate through with mathematical precision.

Indeed, 'mathematical' could describe Axia's approach to most things relatively well. In a fight, she calculated entire exchanges ahead of time, perfectly delivering each attack exactly where it needed to go. In cultivation, there was very little flair to get cycling, no ebb or flow. The intake was a steady, even rate which wasted less than 1% of the qi she took in. In scientific matters she was an enlightened scholar, able to formulate vast equations and work with chemically complex reagents.

Indeed, by any sane metric Axia was a great talent at all things. At the age of 118, she was in the Eleventh Heavenstage. It was only due to Gaius' miraculous discovery of that time warp that he had passed her up. If she was at all bitter about being surpassed by her fiancé, she didn't show it. Perhaps that was for the best - allowing oneself to become competitive in what some were beginning to call an age of heroes would only bring madness.

"You know, at first I only intended to reach the Eleventh Heavenstage." Axia said flippantly, running an ornate comb of gold and ivory through her hair. "Sure, the Twelfth isn't that far from it in terms of cultivation. But the tribulation becomes far too intense. I mean the resource cost alone-"

She turned to Gaius, who only raised an eyebrow. "No, no, go on. I'm sure it must be difficult." He smirked, prompting her to roll her eyes.

"For those who aren't congenital masochists, it is." Axia scoffed. "And for what benefit? Faster progress as a Nascent Soul? Because everyone knows it's so easy to sustain one of those."

"So what changed, then?" Gaius chuckled, wrapping his arms around his fiancé and kissing the nape of her neck.

"It was you, obviously." The Young Patrician huffed, leaning her head back against Gaius' chest. "Kings can dominate the hearts of anyone below Core Formation who hasn't achieved the Twelfth Heavenstage, or so they say. What pathetic excuse for a woman would I be if I couldn't stand in the presence of my own husband?"

Gaius's face split into a mischievous grin. "A poor woman indeed, my dear." One of his hands trailed down the scion's body as he nibbled at the skin on the side of her neck. "Any wife ought to have the strength to withstand her husband's pillar."

"You dog; so now you show your true colors." Axia laughed, turning and pushing Gaius onto the bed. She straddled his hips, slowly running her hands under his shirt and up his body-

"Oh shit, hold on." Gaius unceremoniously dumped Axia off of him... in the wrong direction, causing her to tumble onto the floor. He winced as he quickly grabbed a sheet from off the bed and approached Scylla's tank.

"Hey kiddo, how's your cultivation going?" He nervously asked as he crept up on the young spirit beast. She wordlessly flapped her mouth in response. "I see, I see. Sounds like what you need... is some closed-door time!"

With that, Gaius draped the sheet over the tank to block Scylla's view. Then, just to make sure the job was done, he went and got another. No way would Gaius be tainting his sweet little companion's eyes with such adult content. Scylla audibly blew bubbles in annoyance before resigning herself to her fate.

Satisfied with his handiwork, The Seeker clapped his hands, then rubbed them salaciously as he turned around and playfully stalked toward the bed. "Alright, now where was I..."

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As it turned out, raising a Proto-Dragon was difficult - big shocker.

Though supposedly untalented for her species, Scylla's aptitude was incredible by even the highest of human standards. Once the requisite Beast-Bond was forged and her cultivation base synchronized with Gaius', any potential blockages evaporated as she caught up at an incredible pace.

A Beast-Bond between a human and a spirit beast required the human to be the dominant partner, and therefore one could not bond with a beast of higher cultivation. The bond worked to quickly bring the beast(presuming it possessed a certain minimum aptitude) up to its human partner's level by siphoning some of the human's cultivation into the beast's base. This initial slowness, while frustrating, would be repaid later on in the form of a beast companion who stood on par with the Cultivator and could assist in all manner of things. This also forged a telepathic link between the two partners, and in the long-term, this link was known increase the intelligence of whichever of the two was dumber(usually the beast but not always).

But partnered with a Sacred Beast, notable for possessing the best qualities of both animals and spirit beasts and few of the weaknesses of either, this art became even better. Scylla had rocketed through the first nine Heavenstages at a rate of two per year. After that she had slowed down of course, given how much more involved the later stages became. The Tenth Heavenstage took her five years, and the Eleventh took a decade. By that point, there had been betting pools amongst some of the Quintia on whether or not the amazing white fish would catch up all the way to Gaius in her first two decades of life.

Alas, not quite. Scylla reached the Twelfth Heavenstage at the age of Twenty-one years and three months: just over one third of a normal Sacred Carp's lifespan. And thanks to the Beast-Bond, Scylla's lifespan was far from normal.

Obviously, Gaius' own progress had paid a frustrating price - compared to the blistering pace of previous decades, the twenty years of Scylla's catch-up had been extremely languid, with Gaius reaching the Twelfth Heavenstage a scant few weeks before the start of the Centennial Trial. Thankfully, now that he and Scylla were equals in cultivation, The Seeker's cultivation had sped up significantly.

Still, despite the Sacred Carp's cultivation stage, she was not particularly useful to him yet. This was the unavoidable reality of living in the desert with a fully aquatic animal - Scylla was a long-term investment. Furthermore, the insane speed of her progression meant that, while she had been trained rigorously and she learned all manner of arts quickly, her combat skills were woefully insufficient for someone of her stage.

For most spirit beasts, this would be understandable, as that was the difference between them and animal Cultivators. Spirit beasts usually had powerful natural abilities and also possessed far more qi for their size and cultivation base than animals, but could not advance to a higher great realm without outside assistance, and, having been born with an instinctual understanding of qi, lacked the refinement of one who cycled it every single day, wielding it with a brutish bluntness.

The draconic line, in contrast, possessed none of those disadvantages. Each and every one was a Cultivator as well as a spirit beast, earning their power and thus wielding it with all the finesse of an animal, and sometimes more. Scylla, who by Gaius' estimation possessed only as much skill as a common Legionnaire despite the brute force she could bring to bear, was a poor example of this.

Hence, teaching. Endless tutoring from all manner of artists was heaped upon the beast, given to her in ways that she could understand - rewards, telepathic instructions, signals and the like - so as to bring her up to snuff. Nothing but that absolute best would do. In a way, this ugly fish was far more of the stereotypical Young Patrician than Gaius would ever be and it showed in her personality.

One thing that pleased Gaius was that the carp showed a fairly high affinity for many different sorts of arts. Ultimately it was decided that, like Gaius, Versatility would be Scylla's ally. He had no severe weaknesses in his abilities, and so he wished for her to be his equal rather than fill a gap in his skillset. Body arts, soul arts and curse arts took up a majority of the beast's education, as sword arts were useless for a creature without claws or fangs.

Still, it wasn't like the Sared Carp was totally useless. In the rare cases that towns were menaced by river-monsters, Devils tended to be very poor at dealing with the problem. After all, not only did the desert-dwellers have little no no experience dealing with water, either by swimming or by boat, but their dense bronze bodies sank more easily. Hence, when such missions came up, the rewards were lucrative. For all her limitations brought on by being a fish, Scylla could massacre aquatic spirit beasts of Qi Condensation level with ease. It was in those moments that her incredible potential shone through to Gaius, and he began to wonder just what it was he was creating.

In truth, the greatest difficulties in raising Scylla were not mystical, but purely mundane. She was prideful, vain and fickle, easily taken by foul moods and self-righteous smugness. 'Cultivator Syndrome', some called it. She would even grow sullen if fed the same food too many times, and thus a large variety of different kinds of insects, smaller fish, moss and fish eggs were stored, so as to keep her diet varied.

Despite these frustrating qualities, Scylla was undoubtedly good natured - if someone brought a small wound before her, she would knit it, and the beast especially took great care in the exorcising of spirits. She would treat each ghost with a distant but powerful compassion, freeing it and sending it onward delicately, so as to not cause undue pain.

Still, however kind the Sacred Carp might have been in theory, she was a real pain when she wanted something. Every few days, she would grow restless with her tank's location, producing lights and sounds to attract attention to herself so that she could be entertained. Until the tank was moved to another part of the manor, Scylla would not settle down.

Not only that, but she loved to hoard pretty things. Sometimes, if Gaius was carrying her around on a mission and she saw a rock she liked, she would simply pull it into the water with her. That was innocent enough, but it took a few years for Scylla to fully grasp the notion of personal property, leading to many situations where Gaius had to grovel and apologize for her behavior.

With how bratty the fish usually was, it was shocking how quickly she could switch gears when it was time to cultivate or to practice her arts. She practically went into a trance, diligently following instructions and striving for self-improvement with frightening efficiency.

All in all, as difficult as Scylla could be, Gaius was more worried about what she would become. If she got more demanding than this as a Rainbow Carp, then that would be a serious problem for everyone involved. All he could do was continue to raise her right and hope it all worked out.

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This is one half of what would have been a longer omake, because I couldn't think of a way to tie the disparate elements together. Even now, this is pretty clunky; it's one actual scene and then a wall of exposition. In hindsight, I think I should have come up with a longer series of scenes and then slipped all of this exposition in amongst them, but it's very late and I'm pretty damn tired already, so screw it. This at least does the job it's meant to, which is to set up more story elements down the line.

Dragons are a little different in every fantasy setting, so I decided to just go with mostly East but a little bit of West. So dragons in this setting are generally wise and benevolent, but also aloof, arrogant and prone to hoarding precious things. They're good, but very Big Picture Good.
 
Gaius Antonius 57 - Doing Hard Time
Gaius Antonius Omake #57: Doing Hard Time

Liuxian sighed, running his fingers through his now very-short hair, having been shaved down to the scalp a scant few weeks ago. At least it was easier to keep sand out now than if he'd kept it long. This desert would take quite a while longer to get used to. He'd been in low-qi areas before, but this was an entire massive region. It felt... wrong to stay here day and night, like he was starving himself for no good reason.

When Liuxian swept out his spiritual senses and felt next to no 'background noise' in the air... he didn't have words to conceptualize the feeling. He felt unwelcome. And now this damned, accursed place was to be his home for thirty years. He ought to be grateful the number was so low; Gaius really had vouched for him at the trial, even embellished some details to make his crimes seem much less severe.

And so, Cao Liuxian, the Sorrowful Blacksmith disciple who couldn't forge anything, was sentenced to thirty years of hard labor. He'd expected to be sent to rebuild something in the wake of the Devils' periodic culling, but it turned out that they had gotten off remarkably light this century, and the demand for such jobs was not especially high. The penal officer in charge of his group had been preparing to send him off on some constuction project out in the boonies when apparently, he specifically had been requested to act as a servant for some rich family.

This was of course unusual; why the hell would some bigwigs want a foreign servant instead of a native? Especially one who had only just been arrested? Liuxian could think of one answer, but he repressed it with mountain-like force.

Strolling down the streets of the Dawn Fortress, the slave(and that was what he was, no need to get all fucking fancy about it) felt the contemptuous looks of passing Devils on his back as he approached his destination. He could understand the reason: he was a foreigner who had stolen from them in their moment of weakness. A bottom-feeding scumbag without honor. Unfortunately, all of that was accurate.

Thirty years of this... honestly, things could have been so much worse. His cultivation would advance minimally, if at all, and even if it did they certainly wouldn't let him attempt a tribulation, but that was fine. Contemplating on the Dao in his spare time would help to least prepare him for his breakthrough, and he would have nearly seven decades of life in his body once he was set free - he would only need two of them to reach his Tenth Heavenstage goal.

No, this was merely a difficult setback, thouht Cao Liuxian as he knocked on the door of the person who - again, better to just be honest here - purchased him. The chain connecting his qi-suppressing manacles rattled with the movement, serving to remind him of his punishment every time he significantly moved his hands.

Before long, a girl in simple grey robes ran around the side of the house and siezed him by the arm. "What are you doing!? That's the main entrance, we don't use that!" She scolded him sternly, leading him somewhere else before they could be seen. "Our entrance is in the back; you're lucky we were told you'd be coming."

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Liuxian was quickly brought into a small, drab room in a building a mile away from the manor. Several veteran servants were there, seemingly awaiting his arrival He was then provided with a uniform and briefed in the basics which he needed to know from day one.

The Quintia family very much took a hands-off approach to the running of their household. They were not oppressively strict, and left the servants to handle the tasks without butting in overmuch. Furthermore, they did not allow each other to harass the servants overmuch, save for when punishment was to be administered. Though it was a shameful job for criminal Cultivators like Liuxian who had been temporarily reduced to this level, it was otherwise not unpleasant. For the mortals, it was not even particularly shameful.

However, while the family members allowed their servants a degree of dignity and decency, the servants were in turn expected to meet them more than halfway. If you had a job, you got it done, no ifs ands or buts. If one servant screwed up, the others were expected to fix that mistake as soon as possible. And most importantly, the Quintia Family's servants were expected to stay subtle, to keep everything running smoothly while also making their presence as easy to ignore as possible.

All in all, what these rules meant was that the most experienced servants ended up dominating the youngers, cultivation be damned. All of them were equally lowly, and thus those who had worked the job for longer were expected to ask as taskmasters when they had the time, keeping the greenhorns in line. And so, Liuxian found himself brought before a man so old and yet so sturdy-looking that the prisoner was sure he was a body cultivator. And yet he detected only the faintest trace of qi in the elder - he was a mortal.

"So, you're that foreigner I've been hearing about." The old man said, his voice deep and quiet. "My name is Petros. And you are?" He inquired dispassionately, looking over Liuxian with a cold, clinical eye.

"My name is Cao Liuxian. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The man in question greeted, bowing as low as he could bring himself to, which was moderately low. Even he had his limits.

The old man stoically nodded in agreement. "You've got about an hour before the start of your shift. We'll go easy on you today since it's your first day, but you still need to fulfil your assigned task. That's the rule which takes precedence over all others: get the damned work done."

"I understand, Petros. In that case, what is my task?" Liuxian said in response, in respectfully neutral terms.

At that, Petros smiled. It was a look of sympathy, but Liuxian could sense a bit of smugness creeping into the old man's expression. "You've got one of the less enviable jobs: taking care of the fish. A mortal can't handle it, a Cultivator who is skilled at water arts is needed."

"Taking care of the fish?" Liuxian questioned with a raise of an eyebrow. "Forgive my confusion, I'll do it, but... that doesn't sound like a whole day's worth of work. Unless it's an entire huge pond, I suppose, but even then it would only take a few hours. Are my skills really necessary?"

"Don't ask me, all I know is this is what you've been brought in to do." The old man harrumphed. "Look at it this way: if you can do your job quickly then you'll have plenty of free time to assist other servants with their own tasks. You'll get popular, and that can come in handy."

Liuxian chuckled as he took that advice in. "Thus really is just like a sect. Yeah, I can definitely understand this."

As Above, So Below. A common, if disputed saying used to describe how advancement of one's cultivation did not ovrly change human social behavior, it just increased the scale of the consequences. A large sect ultimately had the same sort of goings-on as a small sect, and a small sect wasn't so different from a workplace full of mortals. Liuxian had never been a celebrity, or even particularly popular, but he knew very well how to play social games and avoid pitfalls of obligation.

Yes, he could do this, no problem. He once again felt a wave of relief that the Devils had been so merciful. Or rather, that Gaius knew how to make them be merciful.

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After fourty minutes trying to even find where he was supposed to begin his work(apparently the fish got moved every few days), Liuxian found the right place. It was the third floor, out on the balcony, with a gorgeous view into a sprawling garden below, which grew both spirit herbs and mundane plants. A lifetime's worth of cynicism was not enough, as the prisoner was briefly taken aback at the gorgeous sight. Things build by the Golden Devils may have paled in comparison to the Sorrowful Blacksmiths' in effectiveness, but he had to admit they were often quite beautiful.

Of course, Liuxian didn't have time to dally; there was work to be done. He turned to the absolutely massive glass tank, only to realize he had made a misconception. Petros had meant 'fish' in the singular. As in, one big fish.

In fact, that was a fish he knew personally.

That was a Sacred fucking Carp. In theory, he supposed there could be multiple Devils in possession of an incredibly rare variety of Spirit Beast, but with all the other oddities, Liuxian could probably sort that out.

"So, Gaius Antonius isn't done with me yet, is he?" Liuxian muttered nervously to himself as the carp continued to lazily examine him. He didn't get it at all; first Gaius bargained down Liuxian's sentence, which could itself be explained as simply an act of benevolence. But then he bought Liuxian as his slave? What in the world could that man be getting out of all this?

Before too much time could pass, Liuxian remembered the words of that old retainer, warning of the importance of always getting the work done on time. Regardless of whatever else was going on, it would be best to get this work done on time.

"What was your name again?" He idly asked the Sacred Beast, which of course did not reply. "Oh well, it doesn't matter." Liuxian retrieved the sheaf of instructions he'd been given for the carp's care. "So your name is Scylla? Alright, step one... gather one thousand gallons of freshwater?"

Liuxian's face fell, and he began to realize why a Cultivator was required for this task. Nothing to do but get to it, he presumed.

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Liuxian took to the work fairly easily. Stay out of sight, but stay close in case someone needs you. Otherwise, work on the task you've been most recently given. Don't call attention to yourself, don't look anyone in the eye, simple enough. The life of a servant was of course degrading, especially for a Cultivator, but he could handle it. Liuxian wasn't some pampered heir, demanding respect at every turn.

Scylla was a pain to deal with, though. He hadn't exactly made the best first impression with her, so she took a while to warm up. Still, taking care of a fish was fundamentally a lot easier than, say, a cat. And so, by the transitive property, taking care of a spirit beast fish was a lot easier than taking care of a tiger.

As he suspected, it wasn't that hard. Gaius had some other reason to keep him here, and he would find out what it was.

About a week into his sentence, he had finally finished his day's work: moving Scylla's tank, changing her water, feeding her, entertaining her, feeding her again because she didn't like her dinner. After that, he had sweeped the floors in several rooms, thrown out a dozen chamber pots, watered the herb garden and helped out in the kitchen. As hilariously inefficient as it was, a Ninth Heavenstage servant could certainly get a lot of tasks done.

On his way back to the servants' quarters to eat some food of his own, Liuxian crossed paths with Gaius again. Turning around to follow the Devil, he decided to take a direct approach, as no Quintia were around at the moment.

"Excuse me Gaius. Could you please explain something." Liuxian said, stopping the other man for a moment. "Why in the world are you having me take care of your fish? It's not particularly esoteric work, and you couldn't possibly have no water specialists to hire."

"Let's just say that I want to keep helping you." Gaius said, face impassive. "Anyone else in the clan would treat you poorly. You are a 'barbarian' after all, though I think the term is used too freely by some."

Liuxian sarcastically feigned surprise. "Is that so? You're not a very good liar. The way you talk completely changes when it's time to schmooze. Gets more formal."

Gaius cursed at himself internally, and changed his approach. "Alright, here's something honest then: taking care of Scylla is hard work. The Quintia manor servants already have a lot to do, and I wanted to take this off their shoulders without paying too much."

"Hmm..." Liuxian stroked his chin, leaning a little closer to observe Gaius' face. "I don't think that's the truth either, but it's a little bit closer. You definitely didn't bring me here out of altruism."

"Believe what you want, I don't have much time today." Gaius stated firmly, turning and continuing down the hall. "And I'm sure you have a lot to do as well."

That fucking guy. Gaius was an agreeable sort, but he clearly knew how to be irritating when he wanted. If he was getting anything out of that strange Devil, it would happen slowly. It wasn't like there was much else to do around here for a servant whose shift was over.

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Gaius, for his part, really was busy. Incredibly busy, in fact, with his self-imposed workload growing larger and larger in preparation for the activation of the Yuan Man-As-Mountain Array. No amount of training or cultivation could be enough to be ready for such an amazing event, so all he could do was his best.

Still, even a man like him needed some small amount of free time, to recover his physical and mental fatigue and to see his friends and loved ones. And, obviously, to oversee Scylla's development. If the Sacred Carp went on all of his missions she would probably go insane, and not just from the relatively small size of her travel tank; after all these decades of taking dangerous missions, they had begun to bleed together in Gaius' head, until most of them didn't excite him much anymore. Sure Gaius liked consistency in his schedule, but even he had his limits.

Still, at least one interesting change had occurred lately. "Could you please get me Cao Liuxian? I'd like to speak with him?" He asked one of the servants, settling into a small sitting room.

After about ten minutes, Liuxian arrived. His hair had begun to grow out again, but was still fairly short. He wore the same eye-pleasing but relatively simple robes as all the other servants in the household. "I heard you wanted to speak with me, Gaius?" The prisoner asked, eyeing him with a healthy amount of wariness.

"That I do, come on and have a seat." Gaius firmly instructed, gesturing to a small, fine table which sat between two comfortable chairs.

Liuxian certainly would like to sit down, but he made sure to let Gaius sit first; even if they were supposedly being casual, he still needed to maintain a thousand microscopic deferrences like that. "Well, you really do want to talk with me, don't you? These are the kinds of chairs you imagine great philosophers using."

"Of course I do. I really do want to know more about you, you know." Gaius drawled, lighting a cigarette and leaning back in his chair. "You're an interesting man."

"Me? Nah, I wouldn't say so." Liuxian said noncomittally. "I'm just a Blacksmith Sect disciple who can't forge anything."

Gaius' eyebrows shot up as he offered Liuxian a smoke. "Oh? I'd say that's interesting already?"

The servant took the offered cigaratte, but did not light it - he held it out to Gaius between his index finger and middle finger. "Well, to start with, I can't even light this damn thing. Not a single spark."

Gaius whistled in surprise and lit the smoke for Liuxian. "Seriously? Affinity that low isn't exactly common."

The other man nodded solemnly. "I mean it. Water Qi comes to me as easy as breathing, and I'm pretty good at Earth and Wood too, but I can't produce any fire at all. I'm not that good with Metal Qi either. Hence, no forging."

"So why are you a Blacksmith at all then?"

"My mother's also in the sect. Never knew my dad. After my affinity turned out to be so fucked up, I figured I ought to serve my homeland in my own way." Liuxian explained.

"And that is?"

"The same kind of thing you kicked my ass for, obviously." Liuxian replied, taking a drag. He seemed relieved that he could at least be casual; insult had not in fact been added to injury. "Raiding, spying, scouting. In addition, defending against other spies and scouts. In short, an outrider."

Gaius took a drag of his own. "How interesting; I've done a fair bit of that in my way as well, as you could probably tell. I still don't think you're telling me everything, though."

"That really is all there is, I swear." Liuxian said in a deadpan voice, face unreadable. How interesting. Well, if he wanted to play it that way...

"Alright, have it your way." Gaius chuckled. "In that case, let's talk about what everyone has in common: cutivation?"

"What's there to talk about?" Liuxian scoffed. "I won't have any resources for cultivation for the duration of my sentence. The qi in the air here is so thin, I'll only be maintaining my current place."

"I don't know about that, my little thief." Gaius teased, crossing his legs. "My spiritual sense is extremely sharp; I can tell you're not just at Ninth, you're halfway to Tenth. Not bad."

"And it turns out I was a fool to do that. If I'd been in Foundation, I would have got the last laugh, now wouldn't I?"

"Sure, but the fact that you tried is interesting. Anything in particuar?"

Liuxian's smile faltered as he began to grow impatient with the questioning. "For those with enough talent to manage it, the downside to unorthodox stages is being surpassed by their rivals. In my own sect, I had no rivals, because there's no glory in my work." He adopted an increasingly clipped tone, attempting to end the conversation.

For him to be this defensive, there had to be more to his story. But Gaius knew his type. He wouldn't be getting more out of Liuxian for a while.

Alright, sure. He could play some give and take.

Gaius took another long drag, burning his cigarette close to his fingers. "I really do appreciate the casual way we can talk to each other, Liu'er." He exhaled a large cloud, then stubbed out the butt in a small ceramic tray. "Let me give you another gift." Axia had tried to get him to switch to pipes, but he hadn't found the right one for him yet. Cigarettes were easy and comfortable; if he was to feed his habit in an unfamiliar manner it would need to be through a pipe that perfectly fit his jaw.

Liuxian snorted in equal parts amusement and derision. "A gift? What, are you trying to play the part of me father now? Alright, I'll hear you out - I didn't last this long by turning down offers before I hear them."

"Why don't I give you an allowance for your service? A small stipend with which you can approach the Tenth Heavenstage. Not as much as a Legionnaire of your level could pull in, of course - I can't afford that much." Gaius explained, fishing a low-grade spirit stone out of his pocket. While spirit stones were split into broad classifications, they were not equal within one class, the same as cultivators in the same great realm are not equal. This one was nothing special, smaller and less dense than any the fifteen he had paid for the soul artist. "About this much, every week. Do a very good job and I'll throw in a smaller one that week."

Liuxian seemed to mull the offer over for a moment. It was true that this was a modest income, more like the amount a particularly hard working Aspirant might bring in. To a Ninth Heavenstage Cultivator, and a very skilled and daring one at that, it might be seen as an insult. Then again, Liuxian was a prisoner, and for a prisoner this was exceptionally kind treatment.

In the end, Liuxian's pride, which seemed to be of a moderate size and not too easily wounded, ceased its silent protests. "I'll take it. Any progress is better than none Cultivation is a race against time." He declared, plucking the stone from Gaius' palm and tucking it away to cultivate with later. He did not thank Gaius, and Gaius in turn did not point out the lack of thanks.

This would work out quite well indeed, Gaius thought to himself. This was exactly the sort of man he needed.

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This one was fun to write. I'm not going to say too much in this author's note because I don't want to give too much away. But rest assured, both Gaius and Liuxian are keeping some things under wraps.
 
Gaius Antonius & Xiao Yingzi - Battlefield Dreams
Gaius Antonius & Xiao Yingzi - Battlefield Dreams

Sand covered the battlefield, blocking sight and draining qi. Not enough to harm anyone, at least not at the waning tide but the geography that gave Fort Deadsand it's name was already showing its nature. With her Soul-Farseer, Xiao Yingzi could sense the battle around her unimpeded. Several others of the clan were taking advantage of their familiarity with the environment even as the hunters themselves adjusted to it.

Devil and hunter faced one another as every fighter found their opponents. Xiao Yingzi turned towards her own opponent - the water manipulating hunter pursuing the heavenly path. Just as his element let him counter the Indomitable Senior, his heavenly cultivation art was weak to her lightning. By keeping him occupied, she would leave Senior Wei Fang free to engage with the Single Pillar Hunter. It was important for her to counter it… and yet as her mind worked, she realised she probably couldn't.

She could feel a gaze upon her, one that brought to mind the echoes of sorrow rippling across an iron will. It was familiar to her, not intimate as the will of a friend or a lover but nevertheless filled with the understanding of a warrior you had faced in battle. That gaze she had read, was the signs of a fighter seeking a duel. If she was a cultivator of a righteous sect, then she might have been compelled to acknowledge it. Instead, she pointed her spear at her target and summoned a bolt of lightning upon its edge.

Before even a spark could form, she felt the intent upon the gaze settle into grim tidings of death. Grimacing, she jumped back and a blade of blood shot by her. It lost its form as it passed her by and deformed, crimson tendrils reaching out for her. Not willing to risk touching it, she swung her spear and the charge that had built up so far struck the blood, charring it to black ash.

Xiao Yingzi landed and turned to regard her foe. The hunter Rohini was walking up to her, the blood in her hands extending to form a spear. "You are a skillful one," She spoke as she walked up to her, voice purposefully controlled even as her face betrayed grim determination. "With some dangerous tricks too. Can't let you suppress Kurma, so I suppose you'll just have to deal with me."

Several blades of blood formed in the air - the talisman she had used in the end of the last fight having already been activated. Xiao Yingzi spared no time for banter and rushed forward immediately, stabbing her spear outwards to deliver a killing blow. Rohini spun her own blood spear, fast enough that it seemed to deform from the force. Rather than block her attack with it's shaft, the deformities coalesced into several chains of blood that wrapped around her own weapon.

Xiao Yingzi summoned a burst of lightning and the chains were burnt away in it's arc. She then dodged to the side, the swords in the air hurtled towards her. She tried to keep close to the hunter but the chains whirled around ensuring that there was no safe spot around her."I couldn't do that banner on your spear," Rohini continued speaking. "But the chains work just as well to create a strong and flexible weapon."

As more blades struck her at her, she moved to the other side of Rohini ducking around the chains and using the woman herself as a temporary barrier. As a puddle of blood formed on the ground, Xiao Yingzi recalled the blood sword grasping for her earlier and she directed errant sparks towards them, burning them away. Rather than continue fighting at close quarters where the hunter seemed to have several advantages, the devil jumped back - conveniently also away from the charred blood.

The hunter seemed to be learning from her, Xiao Yingzi had noted. She did not seem the prideful sort who wished to win a re-match in a manner ironically similar to the way they had previously lost. Was she the type influenced by what she had been recently exposed to, or was that simply what the hunter wanted her to think? After a moment's thought, she discarded the second option.

Xiao Yingzi had won the previous fight by building up to a grand trick. A lot of small factors culminated in the final terror that drove her away and as much as that black ash seemed innocuous, the centurion found herself distrustful of the faint whiff of qi still within them. No, fighting at close range at this point would be dangerous. Instead, she had to make the hunter come to her.

Drawing upon her own knowledge of the battlefield, she sensed her true target in the distance.Splitting her focus between dodging the woman's swords and charging lightning in her spear, she pointed it at the man - Kurma, her opponent had said. Only for Rohini to abandon her previous strategy in favor of rushing at her in an attempt to stop her.

Just as Xiao Yingzi had expected.

She immediately shifted her target and let the bolt of lightning fly towards the charging hunter, who summoned a shield of blood while simultaneously dodging to the side. The heavenly lightning curved towards the woman, drawn by the defiance inherent in all cultivators but she threw the shield at it and the blood defence floated in the air long enough to absorb the entirety of the lightning.

As a new spot of charred ash fell to the ground in defiance of the sandy winds as the woman's chained spear made its way towards her. Xiao Yingzi dodged back - moving away from the ash and disappearing into the sand. The woman chased after her, shooting blades of blood that the centurion continued to burn away.

Though the hunter was strong and had a wide variety of tricks, her unfamiliarity with the environment and having the disadvantage of being the one delaying left her without the skill she had displayed in the earlier battle. And yet her spirits didn't seem to flag. What was she waiting for?

The world shook.

An Empire Fell. It's Chains were Broken. A New World Order rose in its place. The promise of Salvation struck a soul. A Dao Palace shook as it's desert of glass reflecting the heavens began to crack and the four pillars in their foundations began to tremble before the greater presence.

Xiao Yingzi flinched as Dao Emanations surged across the fort, changing the dynamics of every battle taking place. As it tried to find a purchase in her soul, she drew upon the Grand Elder's lessons in an attempt to resist even as the Core Wills infused within her spear shuddered in an attempt to reinforce her dao-heart.

But it was too late.

Rohini had expected this and Xao Yingzi realised that she had miscalculated the capabilities of a Single Pillar. A pair of talismans were thrown into the air and the black ash that had gathered swirled towards it. They formed into chains of black iron and before she could react, they bound her hands and pulled them down to the earth.

She tried to lift her hands but it was a struggle. She tried to gather the remnants of the wills within the spear but she couldn't, unable to draw them together fast enough for them to suggest an alternative battle strategy. Unable to think of anything else, Xiao Yingzi summoned strength into her body - enough to risk injury.

The hunter was a blur of scarlet as she rushed towards her.

Xiao Yingzi lifted the chains and began to try to rip them apart. Her body strained and she knew that she would need to rely upon a treasure to heal her wounds in the aftermath. The chains creaked even as her body did and then, there was a single snap as a single chain was broken apart.

But it was too late.

A speartip was swung towards her throat.

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In war, it is not a footsoldier's job to survey the whole battlefield, only to fight at the position he is assigned. Therefore, Gaius had no idea how the battle was going on the whole. On the one hand, his side had a serious handicap in the form of Dao Emanations from Kalki. They were a curious thing - he could immediately tell the foreign pressure was there, trying to dig into his soul, but it harmlessly washed over him as if it were a mirage. On the other hand, there was everything else they'd stacked in their favor.

A few times a minute, Gaius would hear an explosion, or the vile wailing of a degenerative curse, or the hissing of an obscene corrosive substance, followed by the screams of an invader. At least ten of those bastards had been dispatched by the traps already, and those who were more fortunate were nearly as diminished in in their ability to move as the Devils were. The traps planted all over the battlefield had been tuned to not respond to the Blood of Bronze, meaning only the hunters had to watch their steps.

There was also that delicious, miraculous broth. Even if it only lasted for a few minutes, the massive boost it provided to a Qi Condensation cultivator was a terrifying thing. Forced into a clearing where the ground could be lethal and each enemy might at any point double in strength, the Trial Hunters were pushed to the breaking point.

And so it was - two sides, both struggling against harrowing conditions, hacking at each other in a haze of mud and blood and fury. This degradation, this fear, this pain was the true face of war. It couldn't be farther from how a mortal might imagine Cultivator combat, a duel in some shining hall between dignified champions. This was the kind of violence in which Golden Devils were honed to excel; Gaius only hoped that might tip the scales.

With a mighty slash, Gaius split open a man's belly, destroying his token in the same stroke. With another, he drove back another Hunter, sending the man scurrying back behind their lines. Unlike in the previous battle, Gaius was not defending, but attacking. Thus, he held a sword in each hand, using his superior mobility to attack whomever was the most vulnerable or distracted. He had already dispatched four enemies, one for each minute of battle.

From fifty feet away, a curse artist in flowing, hypnotic robes took aim at him, gathered a bright, shimmering aura into her hands and fired a beam of light. Gaius caught the beam on the flat of his sword and deflected it aside, where it harmlessly struck Fort Deadsand. The speed of a laser beam made it deadly - light was the fastest of all things, after all - but also extremely linear. If you knew it was coming it was easy to predict its path. Gaius demonstrated this firsthand as he avoided or deflected several more beams, and then he was already in range, breaking the woman's token with one swift strike.

Gaius had already decided that if he was going to die in this battle, he would defeat ten Trial Hunters before he passed. Five more to go. He fell back, sinking into the earth and re-emerging some two hundred feet away, before surveying the battle to search for targets. That was when he saw it.

Xiao Yingzi, their key to defeating that turtle bastard, was fighting the wrong opponent entirely and losing. Her opponent threw a pair of talismans which manifested black iron chains, coiling around the Centurion's arms and holding her in place. Struggling under the emanations, she broke one chain, then the other, but it was too late. The tip of Rohini's spear was within inches of her throat - too close to dodge under this agonizing pressure.

Suddenly something grabbed her ankle and yanked her down into the ground. Her lightning-quick descent caused the spear to miss its target, skidding off the top of her helmet. An instant later and Yingzi was fully submerged, surrounded by a translucent bubble which shone with a soft gold light.

"Need a hand, Senior?" Gaius asked, going from gripping her ankle to holding her by the wrist. "I can move just fine, if that's any help."

"Give me a moment." She forced out, holding up a hand as she worked through counter-measures. The Grand Elder's lessons would help but they wouldn't be a perfect solution, however with the fragments of Core Wills within her spear bolstering her will it should let her function as needed. Then, she pulled her hands apart and ripped the last of the chains away. Finally, she turned to the legionnaire who had saved her. "Capabilities and cultivation?"

"Twelfth Heavenstage." Gaius replied in clipped tones. "What I'm using now is the Earth-Gliding Technique of my own invention. It's my trump card. Well, more of… something that grew out of my trump card." He continued to pull Xiao Yingzi through the earth, circling around the enemy above like a shark. "Long story short, I can use properties of selective repulsion to move through loose sediment. It's more like flying than swimming."

Gaius paused for a moment and grimaced as he thought of the insane moves he was seeing before. "Other than that… I'm not sure how much help I'll be against someone that monstrous. It would be one thing if she had one or two pillars, but…"

Xiao Yingzi considered the legionnaire in front of her. Would he require reassurance? "She's still a human with her own goals and inclinations." Xiao Yingzi quickly pointed out. "She can't afford to leave that Single Pillar behind and so she won't be killing you. That is an advantage you can use. That and deception."

Pausing to catch her breath, she quickly considered the next move. She needed an advantage to quickly defeat Rohini so she could move on. "Do you think you can slow her down with pitfalls and the like as I engage with her? I can draw her attention by pretending that earth manipulation is my own technique."

"I can definitely manage that. I should be able to stay out of her reach if I use hit-and-run." Gaius' eyes focused into a look of cold steel, as he stared at the surface. "She's looking away now, I'm throwing you out behind her!"

The Seeker did just that, coming within a few inches of the surface before throwing his Senior out and diving back down, to create the illusion that it was her who leapt out. The sudden switch to vertical movement came suddenly but Xiao Yingzi adapted quickly and as she entered the air, she landed with a flourish as if she was under control of her motion the entire time.

She staggered as she touched the ground, as the Dao Emanations struck her but she grit her teeth and continued on. She could sense Gaius moving underground with her Soul Farseer but she was certain that her enemy wouldn't be able to with the qi-draining sands, at least so long as she didn't have any treasures that aided her.

"So be it, Rohini." She called out towards her foe, spreading her hands with a flourish. "I have shown you the might of the Heavens, now face the Earth!" With that, she rushed her opponent while charging lightning. Rohini grimaced as she summoned a blood shield to block, unsure of how to take that exclamation but preparing nevertheless.

Meanwhile, Gaius continued to roam about the area beneath the two Foundation experts, leaving behind little orbs of qi which silently detonated, destabilizing the ground. A fairly rudimentary technique, one whose name he had forgotten; the hard part had been customizing it to be silent. With his senses pushed to their absolute limit, he continued to observe the battle as he laid his traps.

Xiao Yingzi had memorised Gaius' movements and had already identified the places where she suspected he had placed some sort of mines. One happened to be just behind the place the hunter stood and rather than try any tricks, she struck Rohini square on the shield and forced her to step back.

The earth under her destabilized, causing her to stumble. As surprise crossed the woman's face, Xiao Yingzi fired a bolt of lightning at her - forcing it to curve through the small opening in her defences. A breastplate of blood formed on her chest and intercepted the blow, burning to a crisp instead while pushing her back to a safe distance.

Right then, as the flash of the lightning burned into Rohini's eyes, Xiao Yingzi stamped her left foot on the ground three times, prompting Gaius' hand to emerge like some demented plant and pull her under once more. In a disorienting blur, she went under and then behind the other woman in seconds.

Their enemy couldn't react in time even as Xiao Yingzi could feel the shock rippling through her aura. To her, it had seemed as if she had smoothly leapt out of the ground behind her, spear bearing down to pierce her body. As if she had been out-maneuvered from the beginning.

There was a flash of qi, as a life-saving treasure was activated. Her shield, her spear and the rest of the blood on her body glowed giving Xiao Yingzi only a moment of warning before they exploded in a moment of scorching heat. Too close to survive unharmed, Xiao Yingzi pulled her own treasure.

The Ghost Binding Orb was crushed and for a moment, the spirit imprisoned within was free - but it was too enticing and then the remnants of her shadow consumed it. With the temporary power, it manifested and blossomed into a shadowy barrier around her to shield her from the scorching light.

A few moments later, she landed on the ground which had been charred black and saw the sands had retreated from the force. Without the cover of the sand and the earth having shaken and cracked, Xiao Yingzi realised that Gaius was momentarily exposed and not shielding as well as he should have been.

She summoned her lightning and filled her body with qi to rush in and distract her, but the near manic grin on Rohini's face told her that it was too late. "I didn't want to spend so much of my resources here, but enough is enough." She exclaimed, holding several talismans within both hands. "I'm going to force out this burrowing rodent who is helping you and then present both of you to my Lord!"

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Gaius cursed as he rocketed downward, much deeper than before. The scorching heat of the expert's follow-up attack was too distant to hurt him by the time it detonated, but even through so many layers of sand he could feel it. "So the theater's over, I guess. No need to be subtle anymore." He grinned nervously, drawing a sword.

Gaius glided closer to the surface, and with his free hand, released a dozen more small detonations. With this frequency, it was easy to tell what he was doing, but that didn't matter anymore. Rohini could waste time and resources trying to stop him, or she could take her chances with his sabotage.

Xiao Yingzi was wary of getting close to that explosion but she couldn't afford to let up on the attack. Not when doing so would allow the hunter to go after Gaius. She caught a hold of the banner of her spear and threw the weapon forward as the banner unfurled in her hand behind it.

In their last duel, Xiao Yingzi had used it to turn the spear into a pseudo-arrow. This time, she let it fly above them causing the hunter to look up warily. The earth shook as Gaius activated a detonation underneath. The hunter stumbled and Xiao Yingzi pulled the spear down with her banner - causing it's edge to fall upon Rohini's head.

But the fifth sea warrior was in no mood for a duel. Drawing out a talisman, she tossed it into the air. The seal burst into a splash of blood that ignited in the air and threw the spear back into the air. Xiao Yingzi pulled the spear back towards herself as the woman drew out another talisman - this time to toss towards her.

As the spear came to her right hand, she tossed the banner forward and twisted - wrapping the talisman in it's folds. Then immediately, she grasped the spear with both hands and swung. The banner unfurled and the talisman was sent spinning back to its owner. Xiao Yingzi had hoped that it would explode, but Rohini simply caught it with a look of annoyance. She drew a second talisman to use beside the first, but Xiao Yingzi was preparing an offence not a defence.

Xiao Yingzi's counter had been ineffective, but she wasn't alone in this battle.

As the two experts engaged in melee combat once again, Gaius saw his chance. Half-emerging behind Rohini, he hacked at her ankle. She jerked her foot away as soon as the blade sunk into her skin, causing her to lose ground as Xiao Yingzi took advantage of that lapse and hammered into her. Gaius went back into the ground, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He'd hoped to cut the tendon entirely, but her reaction time was just too fast.

But it was enough for Xiao Yingzi to get underneath the hunter's guard. Rather than simply strike with her spear, she unfurled her banner again and wrapped the woman's hands together in a mimicry of the chains that she herself had used. With her enemy's hands and talismans wrapped together, the devil rushed behind her and pulled those limbs towards the hunter's body.

The sudden shift in tactics was enough to cause Rohini to stumble. Out of balance, she found herself unable to respond - the explosions would only hurt her and the second it took for her to draw out her melee weapons was enough to allow Xiao Yingzi to aim at her exposed back. In the same breath, Gaius ascended upward again, nearing the surface. He would attack her knee this time - he only needed a shallow cut if it was the back of the knee.

As Xiao Yingzi moved, she caught a motion from the corner of her eyes. Something falling - the hunter had dropped the talismans to the ground. They exploded into a burst of flame that went past Rohini's legs and pushed her away from the sheer force of the flames. Why had she done that?

Then she noticed that Gaius had emerged at the same moment - and had gotten caught in the centre of the blast. So this was why the hunter had accepted her own injury - a chance to affect both of her opponents at once. That changed the calculus of battle. Xiao Yingzi took a breath to gather energy and was about to move to distract her, when she noticed something else occurring on the other side of the battlefield.

Again and again, Xiuying's blade cleaved through the air. That was the only way to describe it, as the sharpness of her sword was so great that it seemed to cut the air rather than just move through it. No, not just the air - there was a near-instantaneous distortion each time her sword reached its highest velocity, as space itself struggled to not be split, then rebounded back to normal.

And yet it wasn't enough. Kurma's two swords were in poor shape, chipped and nicked all along the length of both blades from withstanding Xiuying's attacks, but that was the extent of the damage he had taken. In cultivation, he was at the end of his Great Realm while she was only at the start. Both combatants had mighty abilities, but a gap of that size was almost insurmountable.

The noodle chef's breathing came out harsh and heavy, and she was bleeding from a dozen shallow wounds. Only her incredible offensive power had saved her, as Kurma couldn't strike deep enough to deliver a killing blow. Still, that slacker had no problem whatsoever with taking his time.

Kurma summoned up a deluge of water, which poured down on Xiuying from above. She cleaved through the attack in one smooth strike, but Kurma was already in front of her, having run behind his projectile. Her sword descended back down, intercepting his horizontal slash, but he followed up with a front-kick to the midsection that sent her tumbling backwards. She cried out in pain as her wounds were aggravated, but still she didn't let go of her sword.

Three more exchanges, Xiao Yingzi concluded. Xiuying would be killed after another three exchanges. That wouldn't do at all.

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Flung high into the air by that final blast, Gaius took those few seconds to reflect on his mistakes. He'd grown arrogant in recent years and begun to believe that the underground was his domain - such delusions were patently untrue. Enough brute force, and anyone could retrieve what lurked below. He had to admit though, it was clever of her to use his own pitfall like that.

Okay, time for the hard part.

Gaius swung his sword down on Rohini as he landed, letting his feet sink a few inches into the sand to cushion him. The Trial Hunter casually parried the blow aside by striking the flat of the blade with her palm. She was immediately on him, having put down her weapons so as to not accidentally kill him. While he didn't see Yinzi from this position, his other senses told him all he needed to know. She was about forty feet behind him, gathering qi for a lightning technique which was aimed at something other than their opponent.

Of course, she was supposed to be attacking the turtle bastard! Well, in that case it was obvious what Gaius had to do. Anticipating the trajectory of Rohini's kick, he threw up an Aegis - it shattered in a tenth of a second, but it threw the attack off.

From a tight, compact stance, Gaius thrust his sword at point blank range, only for Rohini to pivot with speed he couldn't even follow. The blade that should have impaled her only drew a trickle of blood from her side. Before he could pull back, Gaius' vision exploded into stars as her fist crashed into the side of his head.

Oh shit, that was definitely brain damage. Oh well, not like that was anything new. Gaius' arm, still extended in that failed thrust, dropped his sword and tightly gripped the front of Rohini's breastplate. He couldn't stop yet; every second, every tenth of a second mattered!

Sinking his back foot an inch into the ground for more leverage, Gaius pivoted at the waist and threw a punch utilizing every muscle in his body, from his toes to his wrist. The punch struck Rohini square in the center of her face, which surprised him. She must have been sure he would go down in one blow. Not that it mattered; her head moved perhaps one inch from the impact, and nothing else came of it.

He hit her twice. Him, a Legionnaire, landed two hits on a Foundation Expert with six pillars in a real fight. Gaius allowed that thought to comfort him as Rohini, in a motion so fast he didn't see what she did, snapped his arm backwards at the elbow. Before he could even scream, she followed that up with a kick to the groin which made his whole body feel like electrified jelly, driving all the air out of him.

The Seeker's knees buckled as he collapsed, but it seemed the Trial Hunter wished to be absolutely thorough this time, as she slammed an uppercut into Gaius' jaw, smashing it closed with enough force to bite off the tip of his tongue and launching him over ten feet upward. Immediately, he went to dreamland.

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Xiao Yingzi charged the lightning in her spear, balancing the ratio of heaven's will and her own as she needed to strike a specific target at a distance. She could sense Rohini starting to thrash the legionnaire who had helped her but she was forced to focus away from them and only hope that he could distract the Trial Hunter enough for her to finish her task without being too injured.

Her focus was on Kurma who was currently facing off against the recently ascended Xiuying. The woman had a peculiar form of swordsmanship that had been able to hold off the heaven-blessed hunter so far but she was faltering. At this moment, when both hunters in both battles were distracted, she was in the position to change their course.

But she could only pick one battle.

As crackling lightning surged at the tip of her spear, she made her decision. There was only one battle where this would be the only moment she could interfere and if she didn't, then Kurma would be free to act after subduing the swordswoman. He would move to battle after battle, freeing combatants and overwhelming the clan with numbers.

That couldn't be allowed.

Breathing in, she knelt to ground into a runner's pose with one hand touching the ground and the other holding the charging spear up high. Lightning began to spark from her spear, striking the ground and gouging the sand into frozen splashes of glass. She counted the moments the legionnaire bought her, but she kept her focus upon the target.

She felt Gaius go unconscious and how Rohini dropped him, the lightning loud enough and strong enough for anyone to hear or sense. Xiao Yingzi ignored her as the trial hunter turned and bore down upon her, drawing upon raw power as her energy exploded. Instead, she ran forward.

The first step hit the ground and it shook. Rohini formed a spear of blood as she rushed towards her and Kurma's head turned towards her as he began to feel her intent bearing down upon him.

The second step hit the ground and it shuddered. Rohini was close now and Kurma was reacting. Xiao Yingzi felt the female hunter's intent on her back, like the jaws of some ferocious beast to clamp down upon her as soon as she struck.

With the third step, she leapt to the air and spun, transferring all of her momentum into the lightning charged spear. Power gathered, both physical and electrical as Rohini was just upon her and Xiao Yingzi let fly her spear - one of her strongest attacks, with a spear wrapped inside a thunderbolt.

Kurma discarded all hopes of defeating his opponents, instead drawing upon his cultivation to invoke a turtle shield that may not be enough to defend against the strike. With his weakness bearing down on him, he had no choice but to respond to her, leaving him open to a finishing blow from the opponent he was facing.

In her mind's eye, she could see the result of this exchange - Kurma would be damaged or defeated, as would she. He was open, she was open. Then Rohini would face down the swordswoman who had just ascended and only after that, the battle would be tipped to one side or the other. The balance at least, would be maintained for a touch longer.

But they needed to win, not merely refill the gourd.

As the Banner-Pole Spear flew, Xiao Yingzi willed it to unfurl the banner of its name. It unravelled in the air as the spear spun and she caught the edge with one hand, then she kicked the banner to the side causing the spear to suddenly stop going straight and begin swinging in a circle - straight towards the shocked face of Rohini.

Her weapons were discarded as an armor of blood blossomed around her and a large shield materialised in front of her - too strong to penetrate. It would be a challenge between blood and lightning as they clashed. But Xiao Yingzi adjusted the angle of the attack and the spear didn't strike the shield but the ground beneath it.

The earth shook as the spear hit the ground and sand was thrown up into the air. The lightning was released, burning the sand into molten glass as it surged into the air under the woman's shield and the qi-draining sand hardened into qi infused spike of glass that bypassed the majority of the woman's defence and pierced the limited armor that she had.

A scream of rage tore from Rohini's mouth and then Xiao Yingzi used the spear as an anchor to pull herself forward, smashing into the hunter's shield and kicking her across the sands. This battle wasn't over but she could sense that Xiuying was back in the fight and Xiao Yingzi did enough damage to her opponent to finally have an upperhand.

She smiled as she advanced upon her opponent. It wasn't the smile of expectation or satisfaction one would expect, but the sort of blinding smile that one could set one's heart aflutter. Inappropriate for the battlefield, but Xiao Yingzi smiled because she felt she was supposed to smile and this was the smile she had practised the most.

As she forced herself up, Rohini looked at Xiao Yingzi and couldn't help but cringe at the smile she was producing. It brought to mind the term 'devil', even as much as a servant of their Lord, she should have been some of the last individuals to think in that manner. She stood, staunching her bleeding wounds with her blood control. Pain wracked her body as she pushed it beyond what she did before and blood began to flow freely once more but now within her control.

She didn't create simple armaments, instead she forged an entire suit of armor around her and then a shield with a sword. Maintaining all of these would bleed her dry but she couldn't simply rely on prepared talismans any more. If she wanted to truly maintain her peak ability, then they would have to be drawn from her living, flowing blood. Her face a mask of concentration, her eyes bleeding blood, she turned towards Xiao Yingzi for their final confrontation.

Xiao Yingzi saw the state of her foe. The way the blood formed full-body weapons and armor that covered her entirely, more like old legion armor than was the norm for non-clan cultivators. The look on her and the echo of wrath in her aura caused Xiao Yingzi to hesitate, instinctively slowing down her charge and raising her spear to defend herself.

That act was the only thing that kept her in the fight.

Rohini stamped the ground and the earth cracked, the sands parted from the force of her motion. And then she disappeared from the devil's vision. Xiao Yingzi buckled and stepped back as a sword-blow struck her spear causing it to creak and her muscles to shake. Her charge came to an abrupt halt as she was forced to take a step back to still keep standing.

The trial hunter stood in front of her, blade attempting to break her spear. With a furious look upon her face, she struck again and a metallic ring echoed through the battlefield. Xiao Yingzi grit her teeth and held her ground - and felt the earth crack beneath her feet. Lightning crackled across the spear, trying to burn away the blade of blood but though it charred and boiled more blood came to replace what was lost.

Rohini grimaced and pushed her further, forcing Xiao Yingzi to her knees despite her best efforts. Realising that she would lose if things continued, she twisted the spear around to shove the blade aside and then when the hunter was off balance from the sudden motion, she let herself slip into the ground to kick her off her feet.

The blood in her legs thinned as Xiao Yingzi kicked. Though they shook, they did not break and Rohini stood where she was, tendrils of blood reaching into the ground at her feet to anchor her. Immediately, the golden devil struck with her spear and found it blocked with the hunter's shield.

The tip pierced the defence as it had in their first duel, but the trial hunter immediately shoved the shield aside causing the spear to angle away from her. Raising her sword, Rohini smiled triumphantly. Xiao Yingzi found her mind rushing through simulations in a speed and manner it had never reached before. How could she get out of this situation? Her thoughts raced as she analysed all the information available to her.

Her mind swept across the battlefield as she attempted to figure out the best solution. She tasted the dao emanations filling the air and her senses were drawn inevitably to the enemy they had come here to slay - Kalki, the Single Pillar Expert who had come from the Fifth Sea to hunt down the clan for his own gain. It wasn't only his dao that emanated from there - a phoenix burned out in defiance as it's beak rocketed towards the enemy's single point of weakness.

One moment.

That's all she needed.

But how would she buy that moment?

Accessing her storage ring would take too long. Her spear was already tossed aside and even the moment it would take to will it back, would be enough for her to be cut.

What else?

Lightning would take too long to charge.

The Note of Despair would lose them the battle.

As the blade came down on her, Xiao Yingzi instinctively held out her hand to block it. The method the hunter used with her shield, perhaps if she sacrificed her arm, she could perhaps buy time to escape.

A shield…?

Qi was shaped inside her in a manner she hadn't truly used for nearly a hundred years. Her mind flashed to the days when she was an aspirant and the legion was everything to her. Bronze flashed in her mind and a shadow of it bloomed from her outstretched hand.

The shadow was just a shadow, but it held a spear and shield of purest bronze that stopped the sword with a metallic clang. The Hoplite Formation had formed in front of her, nothing like the formations formed from countless legionnaires but present nonetheless. Then the shadow's spear rushed forward in an echo of her own strikes and alarmed, Rohini jumped back to avoid the newest trick that she had revealed.

The world shook.

A Phoenix cried out in victory. It's heat filled the air, only burning brighter for every time it was doused. It's heat was comfort for the souls that had struggled under the rise and fall of empires.


Xiao Yingzi stood holding up her spear and she faced the woman but the trial hunter didn't face her. Her face was in the direction her lord had stood, now banished back into the world where he had come from. Dao Emanations still filled the air, but it was from Wei Fang of the Thirteen - the Pillar that stood at their side.

Rohini turned to her, just for a moment - enough for Xiao Yingzi to catch the horror on her face. Then she disappeared, abruptly and immediately - following her lord to a place where he would not be the hunter, but the hunted. The place where for all of his power, the man wouldn't survive without aid.

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Somewhere in the depths of Gaius' brain, a screaming, primal thing rang an alarm bell, forcing him to awaken. His eyes opened with painful slowness. He'd been out, but for how long? It didn't feel very long, because the sleep hadn't been deep - but then, concussion-induced sleep never was. About thirty feet away, Rohini and Xiao Yingzi were still clashing, though his vision was too unfocused to make out what was going on.

Had his gambit worked? He really had no way of knowing. Reacting to the whistling of wind, The Seeker threw himself to the side, and the saber of a Qi Condensation hunter struck the ground where his neck had been.

After kicking the woman's legs out from under her, Gaius, not trusting his legs enough to walk yet, pounced upon the hunter. Gaining the mount position quickly, he grabbed the front of her robes and ignored the terrible pain as she grabbed his hand and froze it solid.

Drawing upon every ounce of strength he had left, Gaius surged downward and headbutted the Hunter into submission. His enemy dazed, he poured qi into his fingers to flash-thaw them(resulting in some painful cracks as the temperature shock proved too much for them) and drew a knife, driving it straight into the Trial Hunter's throat.

The immediate enemy vanished, which meant Gaius was now only seconds away from death instead of milliseconds. Retrieving his sword and staggering to his feet, Gaius' vision finally cleared, just in time for him to witness a miracle.

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All around her, the hunters disappeared. Xiao Yingzi let out a breath that she hadn't realised she was holding as she felt them go. Then her thoughts went to the legionnaire who had been helping her. With an exertion of will, she forced herself up and moved towards the place where Gaius stood unsteadily, already awakened and looking in the direction where the Single Pillars had fought.

His eyes had a strange intensity and for a moment, she recalled that he was in the twelfth heavenstage. As she focused her enhanced spiritual vision on him, she felt Elder Teleos wake within her spear, sleeping as he was during the battle. He drew her attention to strange emanations around Gaius - things of the same nature as that of the Single Pillar Experts, though in terms of intensity it was like comparing a worm to a dragon.

Still, it called to mind the twists in the laws of the world that she knew only came with a fully realized Dao. For Gaius to manifest any amount of that as he was now… that didn't quite make sense. Was it an effect of approaching the thirteenth heavenstage, or an effect unique to the legionnaire? She put a hand on his shoulder and inclined her head. "Good work out there," She told him, remembering that compliments were important. "How are you doing after all of that though?"

As she waited for his reply, her mind tracked the rest of the battlefield and then she noticed the hunter she had been tracking, the one Rohini had called Kurma moving in the distance. She noted his trajectory and that his path went outside of the clan's territory. Nodding to herself, she focused on the man in front of her for the moment.

Gaius seemed to shake himself out of some kind of trance, and the distortions around him ceased. "Ablubluh-" Gaius stopped himself almost as soon as he had begun talking, turning to spit out a large mouthful of blood. The sand greedily drank it up just like it had all the rest spilled today.

"About ath well ath I could be, all thingth conthidered…" He winced as his front teeth scraped against the raw flesh of his severed tongue. "We won. We actually fucking won. Thenior, could you pleathe hold my thoulder?"

As Yingzi gave him the proper leverage, Gaius struck a pair of pressure points in his bicep with his finger, then gripped his wrist. With a slow, agonizing pop he reset his bones. The arm still hung limply, but his blood was beginning to flow properly and his skin returned to the proper color. With the Blood of Bronze, a purified body and the natural hardiness that all body arts specialists possessed, injuries of this level would heal perfectly on their own - no need to bother their few, horribly overworked doctors.

"Tho that's it, Thenior? We really thtopped a calamity?" Gaius asked plainly, not entirely sure how to process the last few days.

"Yes," She replied, once more counting the dwindling number of trial hunters. "It appears that we won. Now we just need to get through the rest of the Trials."

Gaius nodded somberly, weighing her every word carefully, but then his head snapped up as he remembered something. "...Oh thit! Zeno! Excuthe me, Thenior!" Gaius exclaimed, diving back into the sand and heading toward the remains of Fort Deadsand as fast as he could manage.

Xiao Yingzi looked at the junior go and made a note to remember him. Standing up, she tested her body. A little worse for the wear but nothing she couldn't handle. Are you planning to go after that other hunter? Elder Teleos asked her, finally speaking up at the end of the battle.

It would be disastrous if he doubled back and hit one of the forts. Xiao Yingzi pointed out as she began to move in the direction of the hunter known as Kurma. I need to make sure that he's taken care of.

Are you certain you can handle him alone? He asked, voice filled with a measure of concern. Even with his weakness to you, he seems a more dangerous opponent in comparison to the one you just faced.

Yes, Elder. She replied, recalling the advantages she had gained in the secret realm before the trials. This time, I will not need to hold back in order to limit damage to my own side.

She heard a mental sigh. So be it.

As the rest of the clan celebrated around her, Xiao Yingzi chased after her next opponent. She needed to ensure that he did not cause greater damage.

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no.: And there you go, that was Gaius and Xiao Yingzi's view of the final battle. This was a pretty fun collab to write, as it was the first time that Gaius really got involved in a Foundation-level fight directly. Sure, he's scuffled with Foundation-level opponents in the past, but only weaker ones and in brief skirmishes: here, he saw the potential of what that realm can achieve when taken far.
 
Side-Omake: Butchery With a Dash of Elegance
Side-Omake: Butchery With a Dash of Elegance

The following are several exerpts from the novel 1001 Ways to Cook a Golden Core, written by Sun Diaxing. Despite all efforts by Jingshen and Golden Devils alike to censor the text and destroy all copies, it remains in print as a hot black market item.

However, those ambitious folks who get their hands on a copy expecting a guide on how to supercharge the Blood Path and become a mighty Nascent Soul will find themselves disappointed. Nowhere among its extensive pagecount does the book offer any advice on battle or cultivation. It really is just a book of recipes. Nonetheless, efforts to destroy all the copies continue, under suspicion that a hidden code might be somewhere within.

#103: Dao Kebab

I first learned the art of kebab from a man who claimed to hail from the Fourth Sea. His name was Ahmed; his beard was thick and curly and he dressed in robes of beautiful yellow and white. The two of us had a wonderful evening together, but alas, all things must come to an end. He was delicious, and it was that meal that allowed me to finally reach Great Circle Core Formation all those centuries ago. It is in Ahmed's honor that I present the following recipe.

Cutting a preserved core into pieces before eating it is liable to make the qi leak out. Specialized techniques are required to prevent such a disaster, and thus this will be an advanced recipe. I recommend that only Nascent Souls attempt it.

What you need:

One Golden Core above the Pressurized Stage and below the Hyperdense Stage.

2 lbs of green onion, pepper, shallot, watercress and cabbage, apportioned to your tastes.

One spit for roasting, rated for 2000 degrees farenheit. If you do not have such a spit, a pan can be substituted.

An assortment of Fourth Sea spices. Alternatively, substitute a spiced wine-based sauce for a similar flavor.

Honey.

Vinegar.

Rub the spices, honey and vinegar into the core until it is evenly coated. If you are using sauce instead, marinate the core for 24 hours. Pierce the core on the spit and roast it vertically over the fire. Continuously turn the spit to ensure an even roast. Once the core is cooked to your preferred doneness, slice off strips of meat and garnish with the vegetables.

The result, if successfully cooked, will have a gamey, deeply savory taste. It is a mature palate which lingers on the tongue for several minutes after you swallow, so much so that you'll swear the person you just ate came back as a ghost to attack you.

I recommend cooking the core of a Cultivator with a gentle, kind, or altruistic Dao. The milder taste of such a Dao will help bring out the flavor of the spices, whereas the bite of a more cynical or aggressive Dao would muddle the balance of flavors.

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#588: Luck Drop Soup

The Eight Pillar Parth is a deeply mysterious method of advancement. Whereas the Single Pillar Path is a newer innovation, the Eight Pillar Path is one that has been known since time immemorial, being a reward for those who can properly align their Dao with the Heavenly Daos.

Most interesting of all is that the Eighth Pillar does not actually come from submission to heaven, but from Fung Shuei. By properly aligning the Fung Shuei within one's own dantian through the symmetrical alignment of eight pillars rather than seven, a deeper connection of the universe is achieved, and heavenly luck will slowly, continuously manifest through the practitioner.

But enough of that bullshit, we're here today to talk about how to eat one of those bastards.

So, you've defeated a Core Formation Cultivator who ascended after having previously achieved the Eighth Pillar: congratulations. You've defeated a true great talent, and should be proud of your victory. But don't rest easy yet: you only have a day to eat their core before all of that accumulated luck disperses. What's more, because the Eighth Pillar is so rarely achieved, you will probably never get this chance again.

Be warned, the following recipe has not been tested in the field. It is one which I created based on my own understanding of Fung Shuei, after I experienced the disastrous karmic backlash of eating an Eight Pillar Core raw.

This is a difficult recipe, but the techniques involved are not themselves especially difficult to learn. The hard part is the implementation. Therefore, it is recommended to Late-Core Formation and up.

What you need:

One Golden Core, harvested from a Cultivator who ascended after building the Eighth Pillar. Ideally, the core should be above the Cloud Stage. If it is not, there exist techniques and regents which can congeal the gasseous core into a jelly with a similar consistency to bean paste.

Sacred Beast or Golden Pheasant bone soup stock. DO NOT substitute any other kind of bone stock, as this will provoke a karmic backlash. If you must substitute it for a vegetable stock, be warned that the luck boost will be weakened somewhat. Make sure it has a high amount of alkaline, so as to maintain Feng Shuei in the molecular formations of the broth.

Green onion and other mild vegetables of your choosing.

An acidic, preferably vinegar-based sauce. Choose what you like, but it must be acidic to cancel out the alkaline in the stock.

Extra virgin sesame oil

Sea salt. DO NOT substitute rock salt. It must be from the sea, not the Turtle Child's body, or you will provoke a karmic backlash.

Heat the stock to a simmer over 1000 degree heat, then add the salt, sauce and oil. Stir until there are no layers in the broth.

Next, dice the vegetables and set them aside.

Finally, raise the temperature to 2000 degrees and steep the core in the broth. Monitor the pot until the core has mostly but not completely melted; this takes longer the higher its cultivation stage.

Lower the heat to 1000 degrees again and add the vegetables. Continue to steep the core until it is fully melted, regularly stirring the soup to prevent clumping.

Serve while hot and eat it quickly, and if every step has been properly performed, a portion of the Eighth Pillar's luck enhancement should flow into your body, enough for at least a century of good fortune.

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#672: Million-Year Core

Before you start to sweat, this term does not literally refer to a Golden Core which has been preserved for one million years. Instead, the name comes from the method of preparation, which speeds up the fermentation process such that it's as if the core was aged for that long.

This is a fairly easy recipe; all that you need are standard core preservation techniques and the means to maintain those techniques for ten years. This is recommended for Mid-Core Formation and up. In addition, those with a poor affinity for earth techniques should not attempt this recipe.

What you need:

One Golden Core, above the Liquid Stage but below the Fortified Stage. The higher the stage of the core, the less runny and more solid the final product will be.

First, increase the intensity of the preservation technique, until a solid, protective coccoon is formed around the core.

Next, use an earth technique to reinforce the coccoon further with an outer layer of clay.

Finally, entomb the core underground for several years, allowing it to ferment. Not only will this prepare the dish, but depending on the Dao it can actually increase the amount of cultivtion gained from eating it.

Upon being excavated, the semi-solid core should have now congealed. Eat it on the spot, either on its own or pairing it with any side-dishes of your choice.

When eaten, the Core will have a very potent and sharp tast, which combined with its creamy texture can overwhelm the taste buds. It is recommended to eat the dish slowly, so as to saver the sharpness.

Whichever Dao produced the core will have its natural taste amplified, so pick whichever kind you like the best. A Dao of Spite will be spicy enough to blow your sinuses wide open, a Dao of Noblesse Oblige will be as sweet as chocolate and a Dao of Excellence will carry a pungent sweet-and-sour kick.

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#888: Circle Side Up

So you've just killed a Cultivator in the Great Circle of Core Formation. Congratulations! Either you are at least Late Core Formation, in which case this meal is likely to push you into Nascent Soul, or you are already a Nascent Soul and this is just another evening of gourmet dining. Either way, a treat like this requires special preparation. After all, a properly fused Golden Core is stable on the molecular level. While breaking it is possible, you are likely to break your teeth if you bite right into it. Hence, this recipe.

After all, the Dao stored in a genuine Fused Stage Golden Core is different. It is more purely realized than in other cores; it represents the height of human determination, just before one is meant to double back, ascend to Nascent Soul and begin the journey all over again. Because of this, the sheer focus and identity present in the flavor is actually more intense than that of a Nascent Soul, which has a more mild and complex taste.

Without careful management and preparation, the taste of a Fused Core can become sensory overload, pure noise on the tongue. In some cases, the Dao can even manifest physically and harm the one who ate it, though this danger is far less if the eater is in Nascent Soul already.

This dish is recommended to Great Circle Core and up, as eating the core of someone above your level can risk adverse effects on your Dao. That said, if you're in Late Core I would say: take the risk anyway.

What you need:

One Golden Core in the Fused Stage.

Five ounces of Thought-Suppression Oil.

One needle's worth of Degeneration Dew.

That last ingredient is incredibly rare, but crucial for the preparation of this dish. So as an aside, if you cannot procure Degeneration Dew, then I recommend sucking on the core like a hard candy until the outer layer is worn down, then chewing it. It's not as safe and far less delicious, but a Great Circle Golden Core is not an asset to be wasted.

First, use a sword technique on the needle to pierce the outer layer of the core and deliver the drop of Degeneration Dew. This will turn the inside of the core into a soft, runny substance which is much easier to spritually digest.

Next, coat the pan in the Thought-Suppression Oil. Do not pour it too thickly, but make sure there is an even sheen.

Once it is ready, crack open the core and pour the liquid contents into the pan. If you've properly prepared the core, then it should be clear, runny and thick, but still pour smoothly. Cook the core over 4000 degree heat, lowering the heat to 3000 degrees after the first five minutes. Keep an eye on the core and move it around in the pan to prevent sticking.

The heat will harden the core and cause it to change color, though the exact colors will depend on the Dao. A weapon-related Dao might produce a steel gray, for example. Once the dao is finished cooking, put it on a plate , garnish with vegetables and season to taste.

This dish is designed to not augment the core's flavor too much, since the intensity of the Dao flavor is the appeal.


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Xie Xinya poured over the large book yet again, scanning through the contents at less than 10% of the time it would take a mortal. Yet this speed was incredibly slow for a Core Formation Elder.

"Old Cannibal, you mother fucker. I know you hid something in here. Even if the Archegetes can't figure you out, I swear I will!" She ranted, eyes beginning to grow bloodshot from frustration and fatigue. This was Sun Diaxing's legacy, circulated in hundreds of copies through black markets, most of them transcribed by hand. Something had to be here, some trick or information hazard or secret message.

Maybe Old Cannibal had brainwashed himself to forget his own secret message and invade the Archegetes' powers. Maybe it was something which would only reveal itself when multiple copies were brought together(she had four other copies piled up on her desk in case of this possibility). Maybe he had told his subordinates to encode the secrets themselves without telling him how they did it.

One thing was for sure: this couldn't just be some fucking cookbook; no Nascent would bother making something so mundane!

"No matter how long it takes, I will not fail this mission!" Xinya vowed. "I will find your secret!"

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I wrote this as a quick little thing because I thought it would be funny, and also I wanted to post something while I was focusing on finishing a collab.

Earlier, I idly thought "I wonder if a person's Dao makes them taste different to a Blood Cannibal" so I wrote this as an expansion of that concept. Three of them ended up being based on egg dishes because, well, a Golden Core looks like an egg, and has the consistency of one in several of its stages. I had a few more ideas but I didn't want to wear out the novelty.
 
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Gaius Antonius 58 - Clack-Clack-Clack
Gaius Antonius Omake #59: Clack-Clack-Clack

"Use the tracking array to get the storage ring back from the smugglers who stole it. Time limit of three days."

That wasn't exactly what the mission posted on the Contribution Board had said, but that was the gist which stuck in Gaius' mind. Easy, simple, low-stakes. A quick little breather before he went back to pushing himself.

"I'm telling you, it's not a coincidence." Gaius politely informed the travelling merchant for the third time. "I know you think you sold normal rice wine; that was part of the con. You haven't comitted a crime, but I do need to see your sales record."

Finally, the man relented, ushering Gaius behind his stall and retrieving a long sheaf of parchment; evidently, he'd had a successful day of selling. Gaius read through the papers, cafeful not to smear the ink at the bottom of the list, which was still fresh.

Life was funny sometimes. Gaius, a man in the Twelfth Heavenstage, soon to be a member of the great Quintia family, was combing through the sales record of an unramarkable Fifth Heavenstage merchant. Not every mission could be glamorous, but this one was close enough to his home that despite the mediocre payout, it had been worth taking simply because he could get it done quickly.

Gaius also supposed that this was a sign of how well the most recent Trial had gone. They had weathered the storm so flawlessly that someone as overqualified as him could be doing busywork, rather than taking a constant stream of Foundation-level jobs. Not that he didn't prefer to take said jobs, just that doing something easier for once didn't make him feel guilty.

The merchant had sold rice wine to about a dozen different people throughout the day, but given how recently the storage ring had been moved, Gaius could narrow it down to just three. Now that was an interesting little brain teaser. Would a smuggler take just one jug, so as to seem beneath notice, or many jugs, so as to more easily cloak the ring's presence?

Thankfully, The Seeker was not alone, so there was no need to puzzle this one out. He let out a qi pulse, signalling for two squads of Legionnaires to return to his position. "Everyone fan out. We're looking for anyone transporting rice wine. Search the town, turn over every stone if you have to." A simple order, but one that was unlikely to be overwhelmingly wrong. Sometimes that was better than searching for the perfect course of action and potentially making a misstep.

As the troops under his command ruthlessly searched the town(what was it called again?) Gaius took off toward his own destination: the local physician's office. For reasons he couldn't place, he felt a very strong hunch that the smuggler would be hiding there.

The building was unremarkable, a squat little thing that filled as much space as perhaps five houses, this was more than enough to service the medical needs of one town. Without hesitation, Gaius pushed his way through the doors.

----

Now this just didn't make sense at all. Wasn't Gaius supposed to be in a physician's office? It couldn't be so big, and it wouldn't have so much marble, right? He looked around, trying to get his bearings, but he couldn't even tell where the entrance was, so large was the room. And endless, seemingly-random arrangement of marble columns stretched out before Gaius, filling the room like trees in a forest.

A space-bending treasure? A portal? Or was this even real at all, rather than just an illusion?

...why was he here, again? He was chasing... a criminal? Of course, a criminal trapped him in this temple. A powerful opponent, no doubt. Gaius stretched out his senses in all directions, drawing his sword and stepping lightly. He went from one pillar to another, peeking around them and searching every blind spot.

That turned out to be a foolhardly mistake; in minutes, Gaius was completely lost. Not only could he not remember where he started out, but none of these pillars were in the right place anymore.

The only thing Gaius knew for sure was that someone other than him was here. Somewhere in the smoke(since when was there smoke?), someone was hiding from him. The weight of a living body pressed upon something beyond his six sense, on a kind of awareness so primordial that he didn't have a name for it.

The clack-clack-clacking of claws on marble alerted Gaius to the other presence's location. Walking on the cieling, a humanoid figure began to come into view, the smoke parting around its body as it came closer. "Gaius Antonius! Stay far away from the Yuan lands!" It declared, voice reverberating strangely, as if muffled by many thick layers of steel wool. "What you find there will only bring doom and madness!" The strange being ranted and wailed, finally coming into focus.

On the figure's feet were not claws, but smooth, sturdy sabatons, stylized to look like clawed feet. Its body was fully clad in silver armor which left guessing its species and its sex, if it even had one, impossible. The armor had no visible seams, but raised segments ran along the limbs, converging in the torso where they swirled together into an orange orb in the chest. The helmet was also mostly smooth, with a two-pronged crest at the top of the head and an opaque orange visor over the eyes. Its movements were strangely jerky; either they were badly injured in some way or there was something else unnatural about their body.

"Calamity, calamity..." Came the moaning. Could this be a ghost? Gaius once more cast his eyes over the bizarre, polished material of the figure's armor. It was like no earthly substance he was aware of, it flowed too smoothly. A technique, then? Either way it didn't matter - there was too much solidity to be a haunting phantom.

"For all of us, for yourself, you must stop!" The figure begged, voice rippling strangely as it passed through the smooth, seamless surface of their helmet. The mouthpiece vibrated slightly as they spoke. "Do not enter the Yuan lands. I will tell you the truth you Seek, to calm your soul."

The figure said more; clearly it did, as the mouthpiece continued to vibrate, but no coherent language reached Gaius' ears. It was nothing but harsh white noise, the words, if it spoke any, evaporating into the air between them. Something seized the figure then, as if all of Mt. Tai's weight had fallen upon their broad shoulders.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Gaius retorted, brandishing his sword - and suddenly he realized it was the sword, the one which so freely came to him in these dreams. "You invade me in my own mind and tell me to give up on my Dao? To a Cultivator, such things are a declaration of war!"

"Ukq wna ynawpejc ukqnoahb! Znk hkzxgegr oy Seeker uct jkyomt!" The mysterious invader impotently shouted, its voice still incomprehensible gibberish but for that one fateful word, and slowly stalked toward Gaius. The claws on its boots continued to make that aggravating noise with every step.

Clack. Clack. Clack. Each step closer seemed more difficult, more agonizing on it than the last, as if a tether were stretching tighter and tighter around its waist.

"Wtf Qpt td esp afaape zq-" Streams of light, glittering painfully bright, erupted from all over the figure's body, and it screamed. The dreamscape began to collapse, like a Secret Realm imploding in on itself, as all of Gaius' senses were bombarded with information from the waking world, stirring him further.

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"Damn you, wake up already!" Axia yelled, striking Gaius on the back of the neck and driving a small burst of qi into his spinal cord. The reaction was as immediate as it was visceral.

Gaius' eyes opened suddenly, almost violently, his keen blue orbs peering at nothing at all. Sweat soaked the sheets, and he clutched Axia's hair in a shaking, white-knuckled grip. He was back in reality, as safe as any Golden Devil ever got.

Unclenching his fist was surprisingly difficult, an endeavor which went one stiff finger at a time. Axia, now freed, cupped Gaius' face with both hands and looked into his eyes. Her gaze was comforting but stern, equal parts father and mother in that moment, and wasn't that an uncomfortably genuine thought? Gaius crushed it in his metaphorical hand like a piece of clay and buried it deep within his psyche.

"Sorry. Bad dream." He stated plainly, not in the mood to discuss this particular visitation.

"You need to take sleeping pills; they'll knock you out more deeply and prevent that kind of thing." Axia stated firmly, still holding his face. From the crease between her eyebrows, she was nearing the limits of her patience. "It happens enough to be a medical problem. Treat it like one."

Gaius sat up and rolled his neck. He thankfully had not urinated himself, as that strike tended to cause sometimes. He could thank the slight advantage in cultivation for that. "These insights can be useful, dear. I mustn't waste a resource."

"Perhaps if you were better rested, you would have such insights in the waking hours." Axia shot back, thoroughly unimpressed. "Isolated mystics in the Verdant South can afford to lose themselves in mania, but the Golden Devils need warriors, not oracles."

Theoretically, Gaius was Axia's Senior at the moment, which meant he could dismiss the suggestion out of hand. But pulling that card on his own fiancé was obviously out of the question. He slumped over and meekly responded. "Yes dear, I'll take a sleeping pill."

That little spat having ended before it could flare up, Gaius turned to the nightstand to check the time on a little brass clock; he wasn't sure how it was miniaturized so much without the use of arrays, but he supposed with enough money all things were possible. He'd been asleep for two hours and forty minutes, out of the recommended three hours that a post-Tenth Heavenstage Cultivator needed. Gaius sighed; it probably wasn't worth going back to sleep, then. He would just oversleep and lose a precious half-hour.

He wouldn't think about that dream. The Seeker had long since learned how to guess which dreams had useful information, and that one was worthless. His mind couldn't actually tell him things he didn't know, he wasn't Zeno. His rare visions of the future were more like fate pulling on threads that had already been weaved in his head, telling him which of the things he'd considered was the best option.

No, Gaius was no true diviner; the only way he would reach the truth was by personally seizing it. Deliberately, perhaps a little bit spitefully, he allowed all memory of the armored intruder fade into nothingness.

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As a nice little aside, I decided I wanted to get weird again, and experimented with writing dreams again. This time, rather than pure symbolism, I tried to emulate the feeling of a dream that feels like day to day life, where things are illogical but you don't have the capacity to notice unless the break from reality becomes extreme. Hence the extremely barebones descriptions in the first part. Yeah, definitely not just me being lazy and justifying that ad-hoc... >.>

As for who that weirdo was... stay tuned. For a very long time. Its vague warnings are perfect for a secret realm, since the highly variable outcomes mean that multiple interpretations of the warning are all potentially true based on how the rolls go.

Apologies in advance if the prose is sloppy. I wrote the whole thing over the course of a couple of hours and finished it while very tired.
 
Gaius Antonius 59 - Heritage
Gaius Antonius Omake #59: Heritage

Gaius kicked up his feet as the carriage heading into Hong Xuan land rolled along as a nice, smooth 60 miles per hour. He could have sprung for something faster, sure. But fast meant bumpy, and bumpy meant cultivation didn't go as smoothly. Sure, sometimes it was better to arrive quickly, but when he had time to spare, Gaius wanted to cultivate.

The Thirteenth Heavenstage. The realm of Kings. He could feel it approaching closer and closer as the qi swirled and bubbled, sloshing around in his skull and filling every nook and cranny of his brain. The gap between Twelfth and Thirteenth was massive indeed, but he had been crossing it with amazing speed for the past decade. It was as if he had strapped fireworks to his feet before running a race.

Gaius could tell why; with his Dao so overgrown and overdeveloped, any mental barriers that would slow the stage evaporated before him. The more real his Dao became, the more it wanted to be born. It was ruthless, ravenous and demanding, and Gaius was more than happy to fill it.

Besides, he needed to set an example for his cute little Junior here. In the seat next to him, Lipita dutifully cycled qi through her hungry channels, a stone in each hand. She was in a far deeper trance than him, entirely focused on pushing the priordial energy through agonizingly long cycles. Building up a full circulation took the Delphi girl half an hour, and only then could she take in the qi in earnest, so he was very careful not to disturb her.

Still, the urge to reach over and ruffle her hair was very strong. He would have to do it later.

The stone in his left hand, already cracked into several pieces from the heavy drain, crumbled entirely to dust as the last of its qi was sucked away, signalling the end of Gaius' session. Gaius let out one final smooth breath as he absorbed one last cycle's worth of energy. Ten hours; a lot less than he would have liked, but he had a three hour 'snack' before they left and the carriage would be arriving at its destination soon. He would make up the time over the next few days.

Leaning his arm on the window and looking out over the landscape, The Seeker lit a cigarette, careful to make sure all the smoke went out into the open air. He wouldn't want to disturb Lipita, after all. The last of the rocky foothills that surrounded the Weeping Children passed by, the sky beginning to regain its natural blue color now that all of that they were getting away from the oppressive smoke of those volcanoes.

Eventually, as the outer wall of the city began to come into view, Gaius snapped his fingers, drawing Lipita out of her trance. "Ride's almost over, we're here."

As their vehicle came to a stop, both Senior and Junior hauled large packs of belongings and sling them over their shoulders in sync. This city, and the surrounding area, was where they would be living for the next five years. As the pair approached the city gates, flashed paperwork and were immediately let in by a pair of stoic gatekeepers, Gaius reflected on the time they had spent together.

Ten years. A whole decade, Gaius and Lipita had known each other, and in that time the black-eyed girl had grown in leaps and bounds, picking up skills like a broom swept up dust. Only five years remained until they went to the Yuan Realm, and The Seeker intended to make the most of them, whilst fulfilling crucial diplomatic obligations at the same time.

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Seven Tourneys City had a dignified air. In Gaius' opinion, that was both its greatest strength and greatest weakness. It felt grand, important, practically built from the ground up to say "this is an important cultural center". And yet that same sense of dignity and refinement - the carefully planned streets, the geometrically perfect buildings, the strict partitioning of the districts - made it feel fake. In a way that The Seeker couldn't quite place, something about the city felt like it was trying too hard.

This was not the first time Gaius had come to visit Seven Tourneys city, with its brick roads and high walls. He had seen most of the Hong Xuan Clan's major hotspots before, out of a desire to better know his heritage. Still, this was the first time he had ever walked these streets with a purpose.

Colorful banners flew from the tops of the larger houses, bearing the banners of influential families. The wealthiest of them owned separate homes in this city, in which they only lived two weeks out of the year. After all, the Hong Xuan prided strength, and even Cultivators wished to know who among the mortals was the strongest. The chance to see a truly exemplary mortal child, who could become a mighty and talented Cultivator, was a crucial part of headhunting.

After all, the winner of each of the seven tournaments would win the right to compete against a First Heavenstage Cultivator. This was an exhibition match which they were expected to lose, but every once in a while a mortal would beat the odds. Almost every time, said mortal would be snapped up by a family as soon as they reached the First Heavenstage, so as to safeguard their development into a Foundation Expert.

Still, Gaius had just gotten done with a long carriage ride; more sitting wasn't on his agenda for the day. He continued to casually stroll through the city, visiting the less wealthy districts and even the servant quarter. It was more of the same, at higher and lower levels of quality that varied with wealth, of course. The Hong Xuan loved their circular towers and terraces, with even small houses usually being multiple stories. The roads were also impressively robust - Gaius couldn't help but imagine they had obviously gotten that trait from their masters.

With a basic outline of the city istelf formed in his mind, The Seeker now decided to see the outskirts. Finding a spot near the wall where the bricks gave way to dirt, Gaius dives down and emerged on the other side of the wall, setting off toward the nearest foothill at a leisurely 30mph jog.

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Gaius didn't have any particular reason to head north first, but he did, eventually reaching a hill to the south of Wrathful Daisho, the southernmost of the Weeping Children. Upon arrival, he found himself watching a teenage boy, exposed from the waist-up, performing a series of beautiful forms with a pair of iron fans. The boy's eyebrows were thick, and his dark hair was cut short and flat in the local style.

Gaius could understand why he had come out here; the view was beautiful. It was high up enough to look out over the landscape, and you could even see over Seven Tourney City's walls from the peak. Gaius continued to walk up the hill to get a better view, but the crunching of sand under his boots seemed to irritate the boy.

"Can't you see I'm practicing out here?" The boy called out without bothering to look at him. "If you're looking to steal from the mines, don't just walk right up to people."

"I think you've got the wrong idea, boy." Gaius chuckled, more amused than anything. "I assure you, I am no miner." He let out a small pulse of qi to reinforce his point, just enough to communicate his stage of advancement.

The boy jumped in surprise, dropping both fans and turning to bow deeply. "I deeply apologize, my lord. I didn't realize you were a Cultivator, as they usually don't come here. Please forgive my insolence." The boy was clearly going through the motions as he gave the statement; he knew he had to say it, but his heart wasn't in it. That told Gaius that he was probably not used to being punished. A Cultivator's son, then?

Gaius paused for a moment as the implications of the statement fully sunk in. "You mean to tell me you haven't started cultivating?" He looked at the boy again, seeing the powerful corded muscles of his arm which easily maneuvered the iron fan. Not bad. "That's a hard weapon for mortals to use, and you're using an especially large one. You're not even fully grown yet..."

"Well, of course! Strength runs in my blood, after all. I'm Long Ching; my father is Long An. You've probably heard of him." Immediately, confidence returned to the kid's voice. Ah, so that was the reason for the boy's confidence.

"Long An, Long An..." Gaius muttered to himself. The last time he had visited the Hong Xuan lands was fourty years prior, and he had heard the name then as well. "Ah, he was the Qi Condensation champion, wasn't he?"

"Still is." Long Ching smirked. "He's stuck around in Qi Condensation for a long time, but it paid off. Now that he's in the Eleventh Heavenstage, he'll be unmatched in Foundation!"

Gaius whistled, and it was only a little bit sarcastic. "The Eleventh Heavenstage is difficult, he must be impressive." It was honestly true, Gaius thought. His standards were warped by the unusual time into which he was born.

"But honestly, you're just as impressive in your own way. It's hard to believe you're still a mortal boy." He continued, giving the boy a once-over. On closer inspection, the boy really couldn't have been older than fourteen. Given that was the case, Long Ching was obscenely muscular for his age, yet moved with ease and grace.

"This unworthy servant thanks you, Bronze Immortal. But please do not praise me too much, my lord. My pride will run rampant and I'll grow sloppy in my training." The boy bowed respectfully, but a playful smile lit up his face.

"I'd say you're probably going to win the Iron Tiger Tournament this year." Gaius said with arms crossed. "That's not praise, it's an honest assessment. I'll be looking forward to watching your performance."

"Hey, come on now, good sir." a deep voice cut in. Gaius turned to see an impressively built stone wall of a man, nearly his height and rippling with muscles. "If you get my boy's hopes up too high, he'll start to think he's invincible."

Gaius could tell at a glance that this old man was a cut above the rest. His muscles, criss-crossed with battle scars where his leather-like skin was visible, bulged monstrously. At first Gaius thought the man might have been fat, only to realize that even the muscles of his abdomen were huge. He wore lose-fitting white and blue robes with the image of a silver swallow on one shoulder, and his hair and beard were impeccably groomed, in contrast with the rough look the rest of his body held.

But more than any outward trait, Gaius was impressed by the pure, uncomplicated physicality of his confidence, the type built from winning countless battles. Sure enough, a spiritual glance painted a similar picture of a body honed to perfection, bursting at the seams with pure, clean qi. Long Ching's father had fought his way through the arduous journey to the Eleventh Heavenstage and emerged out the other side as a champion.

Gaius grinned. It was an uncomplicated expression, for an uncomplicated feeling. "With a father like you, maybe he is. You must be Long An."

"Oh so you've heard of me, have you?" Long An asked wryly, looking Gaius right in the eye. "I'm honored; I've heard of you as well. The son of the Hong Xuan's greatest genius, born to the Devils and seeking to redeem his father's disgrace."

For a moment, Gaius' spirits fell. He should have seen something like this coming. Liu Fei had been the idol of a generation, and his betrayal had deeply angered the Hong Xuan, who had brought him up, more than it had the Devils. No doubt Long An saw Gaius as lower than dirt, an inheritor of Liu Fei's sins.

"It's a nice story, isn't it?" Long An grinned, hands on his hips as he looked Gaius over. "Yes, a powerful motivation and a menacing look; you're a very entertaining man, Gaius."

Gaius blinked in surprise. "Forgive me, sir. But I thought that if you knew about who my father is then you would be..."

"Vengeful? Spiteful?" The massive man raised a bushy eyebrow. "That's a bit silly, isn't it? I don't believe sin ought to be inherited. And on top of that, you're working to redeem his. You're quite admirable."

Gaius smiled, bowing to Long An. "Well, I can already tell I'm going to like you. Why don't we leave your boy to his practice and talk somewhere else?"

----

In a smoky, poorly-lit bar, the two warriors found themselves relaxing, passing the time lazily in a rare bit of relaxation. Their worries melted away as they exchanged stories and philosophy.

"The sun's going down. Shouldn't you get back to... where are you staying actually?" Long An inquired.

"My disciple is handling it; she'll have the place all set by the time I get back." Gaius explained offhand, lighting a cigarette.

"You're already taking disciples?" The other man blinked in surprise. "Is that wise to do, so far from your peak?"

Gaius scrunched up his face, swirling his words around in his head. "Well, technically she's not a disciple. Our arts aren't the same, or anything like that. It's more like I'm... coaching her, as a favor for a friend."

"That so? You're leading an interesting life." Long An remarked, picking up a third-full bottle of liquor and drinking the rest all at once. "Do you think you'll ever take a real disciple, then?"

"That's way too far off to think about." Gaius shook his head and exhaled a lungful of smoke. "My Foundation years will be spent selfishly. If I ever get my arts in good enough shape to teach them, I'll at least be in Core Formation."

"And how far off is that, for such an unorthodox path? So little is known of it. Frankly it seems self-defeating, to take unorthodoxy so far."

Gaius shrugged without a care in the world. "No idea. And so, I can't answer your question. However far I need to go, that's how far I'll go."

"A bottomless fucking abyss, that's what it is." Long An rolled his eyes, pouring another gladd for himself. "I could have broken through to Foundation two years ago if I wanted." he explained, and Gaius immediately believed him. Sometimes, someone unable to advance to Foundation will push themself to the Tenth Heavenstage, intent to squeeze out every drop of strength that they could. However, anyone with enough talent and determination to reach the Eleventh was capable of enduring a Foundation-level tribulation.

What was impossible to know was whether Long An was strong enough to endure one four times stronger than normal, but he had the look of someone used to defying expectation. "Instead, I continued to explore the Qi Condensation stage rather than advancing, because I learned that the Golden Devils would be sending their disciples to exchange pointers with us. I just couldn't miss this chance. I patiently waited for so long to reach the Eleventh Heavenstage; a little bit farther for the Twelfth is nothing."

Gaius couldn't help but admire the Hong Xuan warrior's discipline. Gaius had been preparing for the Thirteen Heavenstage tribulation for over a century now, with no choice in the matter; Long An had decided on a whim to double the strength of his own tribulation, just to have some fun with the visiting Devils. With such mental strength to match his physical power, Long An would be a terror of the battlefield as a Foundation Expert.

"Well in that case, I have no choice but to acknowledge your resolve, Long An." Gaius smirked with just a hint of savagery. They were beginning to draw a crowd - time to start the theatrics. "You may be the champion in this little pond, but I'm going to show you just how big the world is. Escort me to your beloved arena." He said audaciously.

Long An, reading the situation loud and clear, played along. "I would be honored to recieve instruction from a Golden Devil as mighty as you. I can only hope that my humble Ten Ton Swallow Style can entertain and enlighten you in turn." He returned, a grin splitting his big meaty face at the lips.

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Shield-Halberd Arena was not prestigious, as far as the city's many sporting venues went. With the capacity to holf about 5,000 people, it was little more than a sideshow, a place for Juniors to test each other. In fact, that was the source of its name, an archaic bit of wordplay meaning "paradox" - because an arena with such few spectators isn't really an arena at all. Nothing particularly important went on here, but it was good enough for Gaius and Long An.

"Are you really sure about this, Senior?" Lipita asked nervously, eyeing her tutor's massive and imposing opponent on the other side of the arena.

"Of course I am, Lipita." Gaius grinned, contnuing to warm up without skipping a beat. "What am I risking, a little pain?" He scoffed at the very idea. "Diplomacy isn't always done through words, my adorable Junior Sister. Sometimes all you can do is exchange pointers and build a connection with your body. Watch closely."

Lipita looked like she wanted to say more, but eventually swallowed down her protests and composed herself. "I'll do that, Senior. Good luck." With that, the Delphi dismissed herself and went back to her seat.

The time had come. No one could say that Gaius made for a poor duelist, but dueling was not his specialty. He was a scout, a survivalist, someone who ranged far out into the field, fended for himself and accomplished the mission no matter what, even against overwhelming odds. A head-to-head, one-on-one fight where the deck could not be stacked, simply strength against strength? Again, he wasn't bad at that, but it wasn't his way of doing things.

Further compounding the difficulty was the stone floor of this arena. Gaius would not being doing any Earth-Gliding here, and even if he could it would probably be considered out-of-bounds. That was his strongest asset out the window; he would need to contend against Long An with pure combat skill and nothing more. As daunting as the task was, he was exhilarated. The Seeker's blood boiled, practically threatening to tear him apart if this tension was not released soon.

Power against power, skill against skill. Hundreds of people watching and cheering as two warriors broke their bodies against one another. Gaius understood immediately why the Righteous sects loved this kind of spectacle so much. His muscles ached as he stepped onto the raised stone circle, begging to be used to their limits and beyond. Lipita watched from the stands, black eyes focused to the extreme. Gaius turned to her and gave a thumbs up and a smile; corny but genuine. He would have to account himself well - a Junior was watching.

In the center of the arena, Gaius stood unafraid, eyeing up what might have been the strongest Qi Condensation Cultivator in the entire Hong Xuan Clan. He had heard that there was a Twelfth Heavenstage somewhere in Hong Xuan, but even then Gaius doubted that person would radiate the strength, the sheer solidity that Long An did.

Between the two duelists, a refferee arrived, dressed in simple white and black robes and carrying an iron pole on his back. If he needed to stop the match, this man would strike the ring with his pole and the arrays inscribed on it would produce a shril ringing sound, impossible to miss even in the rush of battle.

"No poisons, no curses, no attacks to the eyes, groin or throat." The proctor explained in clipped tones, looking back and forth between the two large men. "Other than that, there are no rules; use everything at your disposal. The match ends if you surrender, are knocked out of bounds, or I determine you are unable to fight. Do you understand?"

"Mm." Gaius wordlessly arrifmed, drawing his sword.

"Understood." Long An said, brandishing his iron fans and taking up an elaborate stance.

The ref nodded, taking two steps back and raising up his hand."Now... Begin!" He yelled, swinging his hand down.

In the moment the fight began, four blows were exchanged. Gaius beat his opponent by just an instant, starting with a low kick, but Long An saw it coming, raised his leg and blocked it with his shin. Gaius followed up with a thrust, which was parried aside easily, then narrowly avoided the riposte, which aimed to cleave across his chest. Long An advanced and struck diagonally with both fans in an X-shape, and Gaius summoned an Aegis to stop the attack, knocking the opponent backwards.

All of this happened in two seconds.

The crowd cheered as the two warriors tested each other, each man getting a feel for the other's tactics. Eventually, however, one of them came out ahead. As Long An launched a crouching low kick, Gaius jumped and brought his sword down in a reverse-grip stab. Of all the moves a sword could perform, this one had the most power, and with sword arts reinforcing the blade it would punch right through an iron fan. But rather than block it directly, Long An caught Gaius' wrist between the fans and twisted, forcing him to drop his sword and sending him flying a dozen feet behind the champion.

Gaius struck the ground hard and shot back up to his feet, shaking his hand until feeling returned. He winced as he felt a sharp pain when he rolled his wrist a certain way - that wasn't just any throw, it was precisely calculated to degrade his swordsmanship. "I didn't think such a strong man would use such a soft style." Gaius said, half from curiosity and half to buy time.

"Soft doesn't mean weak." Long An spoke plainly, and then said no more. That was smart of him; it seemed he didn't want to risk exposing any of his style's secrets before the fight was over.

Suddenly, the champion stomped the ground, sending a shockwave of force surging through the ground at Gaius. If it were a projectile, it wouldn't be much trouble at that speed, but something as invisible and continuous as that was much harder to judge. Gaius tried to brace himself, only for the ground beneath his feet to surge up like an ocean wave, pitching him forward - right toward the advancing Long An.

Alright, how about a change of plan, then? Gaius drew a knife with his free hand and pulled himself into a tight stance with agile footwork. One more, he tried himself against the masterful fundamentals of Long An.

To his frustration, Gaius found that he was still losing this exchange. A defensive approach fared just as poorly as an offensive one, as Long An's fans found themselves hitting the gaps in Gaius' movements over and over, nicking and bruising him repeatedly. Eventualy, with a big circular motion, Long An stepped inside Gaius' guard and knocked both the sword and the knife from his hands simultaneously. With speed that belied his size, the champion thrust one fan forward for his coup de grace.

But no, Long An was denied - He did not cut off two of Gaius' fingers like he had expected. Rather, his fan impacted a tiny Aegis, formed on Gaius' palm, and his arm was pushed back. In that same moment, Gaius called out to his knife and pulled it in to take advatage of the opening. It sent three inches into the giant's flank - that was all the force Gaius' mediocre telekinesis could manage. He hopped back, summoning his sword back to his hand.

Long An pulled the knife from his side and tossed it over the edge of the ring, wincing in pain as he did so. "You're good, Antonius." He rumbled, eyes gleaming dangerously. In that moment Gaius knew that trick he pulled would not work on Long An again. The muscular man stomped the ring, launching another shockwave, which Gaius dodged by rolling to the side. That attack was dangerous because the distance was hard to judge, but now that he knew the timing he could avoid it. Little by little, both of them were running out of viable tricks, grinding each other down.

Throwing a knife to cover his advance, Gaius reached his opponent in long, bounding steps. But with flowing, circular motions, Long An knocked Gaius' lunge aside, then began to take ground with his unpredictable slashes.

The iron fan, for all its seeming impracticality, became a lethally effective weapon in the hands of one with superhuman strength. Such was true of many weapons wielded by cultivators, which made poor showings when used by mortals compared to the trusty sword or spear. With his metal arts, Long An could fling a fan and call it back with frightening speed, and morph its edge into all sorts of shapes. He could make a hook to snag Gaius' clothes or sword, a razor edge to cut, or flatten the whole fan into a smooth plane of iron to block his attacks.

And those were just the more common applications. Striking Gaius with a blow that flung him into the air even after he blocked it perfectly, Long An shifted his fan into a six-bladed wheel, almost like a saw. The Hong warrior threw the wheel off to the side in a manner similar to a discus, sending it hurtling at Gaius from an angle. With great difficulty he knocked it back at its wielder, only for Long An to catch the weapon and throw it back twice as hard.

Gaius landed gracefully on his feet and threw up an Aegis seven feet in diameter, easily deflecting the transformed fan... only for the other fan, morphed into a similar shape, to curve around Gaius' guard and slash at his back. The Seeker dispersed his shield and leapt over the second projectile, Landing just in tie to see Long An catching both iron fans, which returned to their natural shape, and charge at him. Gaius took a step back into a defensive stance... only for his back foot to find empty air. He was at the edge of the ring.

Two seconds until impact and nowhere to retreat. No choice then. Gaius charged forward in turn, casting an Aegis at the point of impact to break Long An's advance and following up with a flurry of sword strikes. Long An gave ground for several steps, but then stopped, regaining control of the exchange. Gaius' offensive was all for naught - the defensive power of Long An's Ten Ton Swallow Style was impregnable, turning aside each and every assault. Once more Gaius fell back, swaying to avoid the slash of a fan by inches and retreating to the center of the arena.

The crowd roared in support of the home team as the two fighers, each representing the pinnacle of their great realm, duked it out. Gaius had always felt the term 'exchange of pointers' to be a rather silly way of referring to a fight. An overly formal, politically correct term for stone-simple violence. That was not so; Gaius was astonished at how much he had learned in just a few short minutes. Every minutes of heated, intense dueling against this novel opponent was like a day of rote drilling. His grip on his sword tightened; he still had much more to show Long An, and he could tell the bulky man felt the same way.

"Okay. No victory without sacrifice..." Gaius muttered under his breath, drawing his second sword. He wouldn't be winning this fight by poking at Long An's fans. He needed to attack ferociously enough to bust through that guard, even if it meant being more vulnerable to attacks himself. Gaius grinned; a simple enough contest, then: who would break first?

Both combatants roared a battle cry as they once more collided. Over and over, sword met fan in a deep and complex exchange of blows. The gears whirred in Gaius' head as he dove in deeper and deeper. Two moves, then three moves, then four moves ahead he thought, and Long An was right there with him, keeping pace. The circular motions of his fans unerringly kept Gaius' swords at bay, allowing only the shallowest of wounds to get through. Gaius in turn weathered the counterattacks, waiting for his chance.

Iron fans were not known for having great killing power - they were somewhere between an axe, a saber and a shield in the way they struck, which was not ideal for bringing down a sturdy opponent. Long An's brute strength and metal-shaping technique made up for that somewhat, but it meant Gaius could accept a few unguarded blows on his bronze body, so long as they were only glancing hits. Cuts and bruises quickly began to rack up all over Gaius' body as this assertion was put to the test, but he stuck with it and was rewarded. Little by little, the mysterious vectors of movement and force which made up the Ten Ton Swallow Style became clear to him.

Finally an attack made it through, skidding along the side of a fan to carve a deep gouge into Long An's flank. Long An returned the favor immediately, with a swipe that drew a horizontal line of blood above Gaius' eyes. The ichor dripped down into The Seeker's eyes, but he didn't blink, still pressing the assault and cutting Long An across the chest. He was rewarded with a downward slash that bit into his shoulder.

On and on the two artists continued, their exceptional toughness serving only to heighten their suffering, as neither man would allow himself to take a step back. Little by little, the stones beneath the duelists were dyed in red, and the crowd roared in excitement, echoing their own determination.

For a fraction of a second, Gaius wondered if this was appropriate, as Long An deflected both of his swords aside and carved a pair of symmetrical lines into his chest. This was a bit far for an exchange of pointers, wasn't it? If their weapons weren't dulled, one of them might have died by this point. Gaius cast such doubts from his mind as he stepped in even closer, driving his forehead into Long An's face, then moving to drive his blade into the man's belly. They were both having fun, weren't they? That was what mattered.

Long An roared, turning his body and deflecting Gaius' arm to the side, pulling the blade out of his abdomen before it could pierce more than a couple of inches. He struck Gaius in the chest with a front kick and knocked him ten feet back, only to cry out in pain as a spurt of blood blossomed from his thigh - Gaius had slashed Long An's leg at the moment of contact, even as his own ribs began to give way.

With a roar of effort, Long An poured qi into his iron fans even as his reserves grew dangerously low. First they turned into those bladed wheels from before, then they tripled in size, becoming something akin to metal wagon wheels covered in short swords. He threw the first, breaking the Aegis, then the second, which shattered both of Gaius' swords and slashed across his chest with the remaining momentum. The Seeker lost his footing and was knocked over the edge of the ring.

Totally spent, Long An fell to one knee, thickly coated in both his and Gaius' blood. Harsh breaths wheezed in and out, and he needed the referree's help to get back to his feet.

The proctor enhanced his lungs with qi and bellowed hi sannouncement to the crowd. "The winner, and still the reigning champion of the Qi Condensation bracket, is Long An!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, though the towering man didn't look much like a glorious victor so much as the survivor of a terrible ordeal. Waving off the ref after a moment, Long An limped over to the edge of the ring and held out a hand for Gaius. "You're good, really good. I didn't go too hard, right?" He asked mirthfully.

Gaius marveled at the fight he'd just been put through. Heroic Age indeed; in any other time, Long An would be the strongest man in all of Golden Devil territory, and in the top five across the Virtuous Flipper Region. But now, he could think of five Qi Condensation people off the top of his head who could give the man a challenge, himself included.

Good, Gaius thought, smiling; it would get too boring otherwise. He reached up and clasped the hand of the man who had just been his opponent, who hauled him to his feet. The cheers of the crowd redoubled at this act of brotherhood and sportsmanship. "No, not at all. You were amazing."

Gaius wondered why he didn't feel bitter at all. Had he been able to use Earth-Gliding, maybe he would have won. What did that matter, though? He also would have won if he'd poisoned Long An. Under those circumstances, he'd put all of himself into the fight and come up short. All that meant was that since he was still alive, he had more ground to cover, more skill to gain. Besides, he had no doubt that Long An had techniques unsuited for the ring as well.

Turning and waving to his Junior(her concern was adorable!), Gaius walked to the on-site physician's office.

----

In the aftermath of the match, Gaius got his wounds cleaned and bandaged before departing the arena. Pleasantly, he found himself treated with respect and admiration by the remaining spectators as he left. Many pats on the back and friendly declarations of 'you'll get him next time' followed him all the way to his next stop: dinner.

While he had visited before, Gaius didn't know Seven Tourneys City well enough to say for sure which restaurants were the best, so he settled on one which he knew was pretty good, Lipita in tow. Soon enough, Junior and Senior were seated at a sturdy oak table with big, hearty portions between them.

Gaius was famished from his earlier exertion; his Junior, on the other hand, didn't seem to have much of an appetite. Looking into a bowl of noodles piled high with crab and green and white veggies as if it were a scrying pool, Lipita chose her words carefully, as she was wont to do. "If I may be so bold, Senior... I don't understand how you could find that fun. I don't hate violence, but... to me it's something I just have to do sometimes."

Gaius reached a hand over and mussed up Lipita's hair; she was always on guard to stop him, but he'd finally caught her slipping for the first time in a while. It was a game he'd started using to teach her vigilance. "That's because this wasn't violence, Junior." Gaius explained as best he could. "Sure, we were hurting each other, but something being violent doesn't mean it is violence. It was an enthusiastic and friendly expression of our arts, a pure exchange of ideas."

Lipita nodded in a rote motion, seemingly not sure what to say to that. "It's fine if it doesn't click for you, you know." Gaius said. "Every Cultivator is a little different and so is every Dao. I have no use for brown-nosers; you're here to learn, so don't mindlessly say yes just to get my approval, you hear me?"

"Yes, Senior!" Lipita answered, before a slight flush of embarassment reached her cheeks. "O-or rather... I understand, Senior?"

Gaius laughed fondly and split his chopsticks, preparing to chow down. "Just eat the damn food, kid."

Intense martial training, new friends and good food. Yes, Gaius was going to enjoy his time here. Not just for him either, it was the perfect opportunity to continue Lipita's training. The girl was now decent at combat, but for the ambitious, 'decent' wasn't good enough. She had to excel in all things. And for that matter, so did he.

A few years of this, then a trip to the Yuan lands, then a few more years here; that'd do just fine. A change of pace like that was the perfect preparation for the Thirteenth Heavenstage.

----

And so Gaius remained in that area of Hong Xuan territory for the next five years, spending it fruitfully. He endlessly refined his body arts by testing himself against the best the Hong Xuan had to offer. There was a simple, boyish joy to it all, Gaius thought. Bonding with others by simply using your body, heedless of the more complex aspects of life. Even if it was a temporary diversion, it was one he would make the most of.

Gaius fought against Long An eight more times in that period, and by the end, the record was three wins for Gaius and six for Long An. Never once did Gaius win two matches in a row - the overpowering urge to get back the belt seemed to drive Long An to even greater heights every time.

It wasn't just the giant either; The Seeker gladly took on all challengers, bringing his full might to bear against the greatest Qi Condensation warriors of the Hong Xuan Clan. After winning the vast majority of his matches, Gaius came to be known as the second strongest man in Seven Tourneys city. Second strongest man specifically; if Maria's two bodies were allowed to fight together then she would no doubt beat him every single time, but

Lipita too was eventually cajoled into training in body arts alongside other young Hong Xuan disciples. As he explained, there was only so much that one person could teach, especially someone as relatively young as him. The Delphi obviously wished to specialize in less physical disciplines, as her family tended to do, but Gaius would be ashamed if he let someone under his care become a wimp. Nerd she may have been, but by the time he and his father's people were done with her, she would be physically on par with her Clansmen.

Every few weeks, letters came in, written in Cao Liuxian's elegant penmanship, explaining how Scylla was doing. Gaius had heavily considered bringing the carp along, but teaching two students of the same Great Realm as him while also maintaining his own efforts was just too much. The Quintia family had many tutors, and Liuxian was an effective caretaker; that little tyrant would be fine.

The Seeker settled into a comfortable rhythm, which was his ideal way to live. Everything made sense, his income from winning fights, for participating the cultural exchange and for training Lipital all added up to handsome reward. A reward which was instantly sucked into Gaius' channels day after day as he greedily clawed his way toward his Ascension. Eventually, he was near-exclusively consuming Foundation-level materials, drinking elixirs worth more value than an entire town of mortals could create in a month like they were cups of tea.

This was obviously the calm before the storm. Gaius' instincts were not so dull that he didn't know that. Still, he would enjoy it while it lasted.

----

I ended up immediately choosing the Hong Xuan mission for Gaius since he's of Hong Xuan descent on his father's side. Since Gaius is preparing Lipita to challenge the Yuan Secret Realm and both of them took the Hong Xuan mission, everything lined up pretty well.

That and it gave me a chance to write an exciting fight scene, which is always fun for me. I'm proud of how good I've gotten at expressing choreography through prose.

Now that I've finally posted it, I find myself just flabbergasted. How did it turn into such a gigantic monster? Oh well, not like that's a bad thing.
 
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