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

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I've made a point of not reading Rina's omakes until I've read basically everyone else who isn't as popular (so, everyone) because it's not like you need more eyes on this, and also my general impression of you is eternally anxious and about to burn out so I don't want to add to your misery with my well-meaning but terrible commentary buuuut...

Ummm, someone needs to threadmark this omake? It's just beneath mine so it's weirding me out every time I see it.
Thanks for pointing this out. Threadmarked.
 
@Mochinator , @BungieONI and @occipitallobe ,because I don't want to mess up mechanics

So, in my omakes Jin Muyin(FB) and Zeno (Essence gathering/Qi condensation) Angelus recovered the Appendix(second Cultivation book of two, from an ancestor unknown millenia ago) of his cultivation Art by dancing inside one of the many secret Clan archives.
I have written in my notes (and noted in the omakes) that this art can't be used alone.
My thoughts:

Art name: Phantasmal sight
-as a Group it can be used as a Support art to find lost Legionäre. THINK: the Far sight ability of the Far Seer Shaman as my visual inspiration. I imagine it working differently mechanically, though.
(example: 2 people "cast" - > find direction and rough Status of subject; someone of Foundation Building maybe joins-> Group can now Pin point exactly where the subject is and beam 1 Word message with intent on it; core Formation and up-> boosting cultivators by x amount of impact in the scene? I don't know, honestly)
This is obviously intended as a long Range Support Art and It won't replace the messenger System shown by the stand at Pleuron in Quest and else where. It is, however, in the spirit of the clans fighting doctrine and promotes Teamwork to archieve works that a cultivator alone would find difficult to do.
My good Seed would then spend much of his time in turn 6 interacting with any and all willing to Listen and dance with, so they too can use it in the rare Situation they may need it.

Thoughts?
 
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@Mochinator , @BungieONI and @occipitallobe ,because I don't want to mess up mechanics

So, in my omakes Jin Muyin(FB) and Zeno (Essence gathering/Qi condensation) Angelus recovered the Appendix(second Cultivation book of two, from an ancestor unknown millenia ago) of his cultivation Art by dancing inside one of the many secret Clan archives.
I have written in my notes (and noted in the omakes) that this art can't be used alone.
My thoughts:

Art name: Phantasmal sight
-as a Group it can be used as a Support art to find lost Legionäre. THINK: the Far sight ability of the Far Seer Shaman as my visual inspiration. I imagine it working differently mechanically, though.
(example: 2 people "cast" - > find direction and rough Status of subject; someone of Foundation Building maybe joins-> Group can now Pin point exactly where the subject is and beam 1 Word message with intent on it; core Formation and up-> boosting cultivators by x amount of impact in the scene? I don't know, honestly)
This is obviously intended as a long Range Support Art and It won't replace the messenger System shown by the stand at Pleuron in Quest and else where. It is, however, in the spirit of the clans fighting doctrine and promotes Teamwork to archieve works that a cultivator alone would find difficult to do.
My good Seed would then spend much of his time in turn 6 interacting with any and all willing to Listen and dance with, so they too can use it in the rare Situation they may need it.

Thoughts?
As a personal tech, there should be no problems with using it and it won't affect how the Clan functions. So on that front it's good with what you have laid out. You can even use it for stuff like alerting an outpost etc in an omake without issues..

It's only if you want to add it as a clan tech to improve our Communications where it might need some changes? Or cost a Omake bonus. So i say go for having it mainly as a personal tech unless you wanna burn a Omake Bonus to get it as a Clan Tech available for all.

Also, i suggest that beyond just interacting with the 13, if you're GS is looking for partners for a Rainy Day situation, he would IC also interact with the NPCs? Especially the squad or troops he's assigned with because careerwise, they're the ones that probably have the art used on them the most. SO maybe a few mentions of him also doing it with his squad after running it pass his Superiors, because a GPS for missing soldiers is something they will prize
 
Paulus 2: Paulus Harder
Paulus 2: Paulus Harder


"Go! Go! Go! Go! Move those legs faster! My honoured ancestor can move faster than you, and she's dead!"

I swear, the first thing i'm buying when I get in is a flying carpet. I don't care if they don't exist, I'm going to pay to have one made just so I can wrap this guy up and roll him down a dune.

The trip to the recruitment point turned out well and we only suffered two ambushes by vicious beasts on the way, both of which were handily dealt with by the caravan guards. Once we got there we found out it'd only been a few months since the last sweep and it was unknown when the next one would be so we had time to get everyone some training. I even found a foundation tier expert who was willing to give me a few pointers until it was time for us to leave. Only…

"Why are you slowing down! You've got three dunes to go and you're burning daylight!"

He was a bit...overbearing.

I was running as fast as I could, had been for the past twenty minutes with Hong Li shouting in my ear. My muscles were burning and I could barely suck down enough air to keep myself conscious. I'm pretty sure the only thing that kept me moving was sheer spite and the fact that Hong Li had done the entire run backwards while shouting at me, and he hadn't even broken a sweat.

High spec bastard.

"Why do I even need to do this anyway?" I growled out between breaths "I told you I'm training for officer stream."

Hong Li gave me one of those classic sneers that all the girls went crazy over when the rich kid did it and I swore a vein burst in his shiny bald head as he inhaled.

"CULTIVATORS. NEED. CARDIO! I don't care if you're aiming for Beast Master or Grand Cook! If you can't circle these dunes in under an hour the only thing you're training for is a swift death!"

He leaned in until his face was centimeters from mine, which was kind of impressive if you considered that we were still both running.

"Do you think those Blood Cannibals are going to slow down just because you have a fancy helmet? A sixth heavenstage cannibal can sprint this route in FORTY FIVE MINUTES and he'll still have the strength to swallow you whole at the other end! If you can't do better than that you won't even save your skinny little be-hind much less do your duty and warn the garrison!"

Why the hell was I suddenly being compared to a sixth heavenstage? Who the hell does he think I am?

"Now, if you have air to talk you have strength to burn. Move it! Move it! Move it!"

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"I'm gonna hit him."

"Mmm mmm."

"I swear. Pow, straight to the heavens. I'll call it the instant ascension fist."

"Mmm mmm."

The table was nice and cool against my face. Nothing like the hot grit I'd been forced to run through every day for a month now. At first I was against getting extra furniture since we were moving to the sect anyway but I had to admit, Filia was right. Real balm to my soul.

Spiros slid a bowl of Pebbleback Boar Bites over to my side, and the scent eventually enticed me away from my new favorite bed. At least the boar was good. Just enough spice that I could taste something other than sand.

"This is great. Where'd you get the Boar?"

"A man on yesterday's caravan was selling a preserved flank."

"...can we afford it?"

"We still have some money."

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"What do you think you're doing Paulus?"

I froze and stared at my teacher. It had been six months after we started cardio when he finally seemed resigned to my inability to beat the speed of someone five realms higher than me and decided to move on to weapons training. On the plus side this let the gang come and watch since they didn't have to keep up with a pair of superhumans zooming across the dunes, on the minus side Hong Li seemed a bit more into weapons than running.

"I'm practicing the spear forms? Sir?"

He slapped the training weapon out of my hand with a disgusted motion. "What you are doing is an offense to the very heavens themselves. I'd normally compliment you on that but you had to go and make it an offense to me too. Pick up that sword."

I picked up the swo-

Thwack

"No, you're already terrible. Try the axe."

Anger played a suggestive beat through my skull as I reached for the axe. Don't try and fight the foundation stage cultivator Paulus. It didn't work out last time and it won't work out this time. I picked up the training weapon, trying to remember how I'd seen passing warriors handle theirs-

Thwack

"Oh come on!"

Hong Li flashed one of his trademark sneers and folded his hands across his chest.

"If you cannot maintain your hold on your weapon, it's the same as having no weapon at all. Pick up that spear."

Oh no you don't you high spec bastard. I know what you're doing and I'm not having it. I leapt over to where the spear had fallen, grabbing it firmly with two hands and bringing it up to the first posit-

Thwack

The spear went flying and with it went the majority of my patience. I held on to it by a thin thread, beating down my reflexive response as I turned to face my teacher. Whatever I wanted to say died in my throat as I saw the man grasping all the training weapons Filia had made me in a sheathe of qi. He wound up and threw them into the distance with all the force a foundation establishment cultivator could put behind the effort. I swore one of them twinkled as they flew out of sight.

He brushed the sand off his hands and looked back at me with a questioning quirk of his eyebrow.

"What are you standing around here for? Pick up that sword." He said, gesturing vaguely at the horizon

Snap
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We'd stretched our funds as far as we could, but a year appeared to be the limit. If Hong Li had been charging me anything for his abuse services we would have run out months ago, thankfully he seemed satisfied with me just obeying his every order and he'd gone off somewhere without saying anything a few days ago.

This was the perfect time for us to get some cash.

Spiros, Filia, and I were out hunting today. Rumor had it that some weak spirit beasts were migrating through the area and the resident hunters had been living like kings for weeks. It was time for us to get a share.

After hours of searching we finally found something that looked only mildly threatening. A giant lizard almost as long as I was tall. It had a mix of black and brown scales that formed a repeating pattern down its back and a thick tail tipped in dark red. It basked lazily in the sun at the base of a sand dune, and we regarded it from the peak.

Filia scrutinized a small clay slate covered in Leto's tight handwriting.

"I see it here" she whispered "The description matches a Blackscale Stilio, a first heavenstage spirit beast. Rumored to have a weak dragon bloodline, but it's not very smart. The scales can be sold."

"Anything else around?" I queried

"Nothing in sight boss." Spiros answered, his greater height letting him see way more than Filia or I could.

"Alright. We'll move to corral it. Triangle formation. I'll start us off. Everybody ready?"

Nods all around. Okay time to make it happen.

I leaped over the top of the dune and started sliding down the sunny side, sand rushing by beneath my feet. Twin impacts followed me as Spiros and Filia took the flanks, and I raised my spear with a grin. I couldn't help it, it was great to be with the team again.

The Stilio noticed us of course. While we were still halfway down the side it perked up and hissed, scales rippling out to make itself look bigger. I kept on moving straight towards it, and the stupid beast charged up the side of the dune to meet me. What an idiot.

At the last second I jammed the butt of my spear into the dune and vaulted over the Stilo, dodging its pointless snaps by curling up; Sometimes being short paid off. I skidded to a halt behind it, digging in my heels to stop the slide before bringing my spear back to a ready position. Predictably it whirled on me and charged, intent on tearing out my throat.

Spiros crashed into it from the left, his boar killing spear slicing a deep gash in its side. It hissed in anger and turned to him only for Filia to slice across the other flank a second later. Spiros hopped away and the Stilio turned its attention to Filia, leaving it wide open for me to jab my spear into its back. I no longer had the benefit of momentum, but the pain from the attack was enough to draw its attention off of Filia and back to me. Jackpot.

We traded the Stilio between us. Every time it changed targets the other two would get one or two shots in. The wounds were nothing like the first two, but every few hits we managed to get through the scales and get it bleeding. The lizard writhed and flailed to force us back but all we had to do was wait for it to pick another target before going back to the strategy.

The fight migrated down the dune over the course of ten minutes until we were back on flat land. The Stilio was covered in wounds but it barely seemed hampered. Meanwhile we were dripping with sweat from fighting in the heat.

"How are you doing over there guys?"

Spiros grunted in annoyance and Filia didn't even manage to respond between strikes. That cinched it, they were tiring faster than the beast. I had to find an opportunity for us to break off and regroup. This thing would keep bleeding and we could stalk it for a few hours until-

The Stilio's pattern changed while I had its focus, it crouched down low and hissed and a second later its red tip tail ignited in flame.

"Holy fu-"

It spun in place and I leapt back, blocking a bone rattling strike with the haft of the spear. Heat washed across my face, and I staggered back blinking tears out of my eyes. Spiros shouted and I heard the sound of pounding feet followed by the woosh of air and the clatter of fallen wood.

I wiped my face hurriedly and got my sight back in time to see the lizard rounding on Spiros, the big man having taken its attention with a heroic play. The only problem was Spiros was now unarmed. He had dropped. his. spear.

"HEEEEY! Get away from him!" I was out of position from the tail swipe and Filia was even worse off, lying on her butt in the sand and still blinking spots out of her eyes. There was no way I was going to make it before that thing got its jaws on Spiros, so I did the only thing I could think of and threw my weapon.

The spear wobbled through the air like a drunken jackdaw and miraculously impacted the Stilio tip first right on its snout. It recoiled in pain and whirled on me. Mission accomplished, I got its attention. Only now, I didn't have a weapon either.

I ran.

An outraged hiss sounded out behind me and the thump of meaty legs charging through sand told me my ruse was successful. The Stilio was chasing me and not going after Filia or Spiros, now what?

I had to keep going until I could lose it somewhere. Maybe I could loop around the dune and reestablish the formation?

HISSSSSSS

Nope nope, just keep moving. This thing had terrible acceleration but if the sounds behind me were correct then its top speed was nothing to sneeze at. Trying to turn might be the last mistake I made.

I kept running.

An hour later I was beginning to regret my decision. The thing had moved in lockstep with me the entire time. Trying to distract it with other wild beasts didn't work, the damn things just took one look at us and made themselves scarce. Dodging through a rocky patch didn't slow it down for a second, the Stilio just charged through like they were nothing and kept at me.

First Heavenstage my ass.

By the second hour I was wondering if Stilios were secretly world class sprinters. We had gone way outside any territory I was familiar with and I was beginning to think trying something tricky might be a better idea than running into something even nastier when salvation came flying over the dunes.

Hong Li rode a flying sword over the top of a nearby dune. He took a look at me and soared over, matching my speed in an instant. I grinned at him in lieu of greeting, any breath I could use for speech long since utilized to keep me moving.

"Your companions informed me of your predicament." he spoke in easy tones.

They'd done it. I knew we'd find a way out of this. Hong Li looked me up and down, not sparing a glance for my pursuer only a few feet behind me.

"I see that you've lost your weapon. Good. Good."

No way.

"The Blackscale Stilio is a First Heavenstage spirit beast renowned for its stamina. With the wounds your group has dealt to it you could have perhaps slain it with just a few more blows." He sneered " As is you'll only have to last a few more hours before it expires. Good luck."

Yes way. He really is. Hong Li soared away into the sky leaving me in the exact same position as before. Weaponless, covered in sweat, and being chased by an angry fan. I grit my teeth and kept running, there was no time for anything else. At least now I had something to look forward to.

Wam! Pow! Straight to the heavens!

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CLACK

The blow knocked me back a full three feet, but I managed to hold on to the sword for dear life. This was the hardest one to hold on to without being able to get a proper two handed grip, but I'd finally done it. I could hold the weapon.

For some reason this accomplishment felt really depressing after two years of hard work.

Hong Li regarded me from across the training grounds with grudging acceptance, brushing his recently regrown brown hair out of his face.

"Adequate. Of course once you've learned how to properly use your qi, this ability will be practically meaningless" he sneered

I swear. Wam! Pow!

"But I've seen enough. You pass." Hong Li folded his hands behind his back and with a visible ripple of air his full cultivation base was revealed, pressing down on me until I fell to my knees.

"Aspirant Paulus, I am Examiner Demios. Several years ago you indicated an interest in joining the Legions. Does that remain the case?"

What the what? What the what?? My mind was whirling, trying to process a dozen different things as I raced to connect the dots. Hong Li stood there radiating power as he awaited my answer, his brown hair (no, bronze hair) fluttering in the wind. Luckily my mouth was faster than my head this time and I managed to bark out an answer before he took silence as refusal.

"Yes! Why the heck do you think I've been putting up with you all this time!"

Maybe that wasn't so lucky after all.

Hong Li, no Demios, only smiled at my response and suppressed his cultivation back to a less oppressive level. "Then I'm afraid you'll have to 'put up with me' a while longer. Your application is accepted, son. Welcome to the Golden Devils."

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And Omake.
I wasn't super clear on whether or not I had to do one before I officially showed up, but I decided to do one up regardless. This is a direct follow up from his intro an covers the years between starting cultivation and joining the sect.

I don't have a particular bonus in mind, if this qualifies for one. Anything you think is interesting or appropriate I guess.
Next omake will likely be focusing on events just after joining and depend on what goes on in the next update.

Fixed the sentence thing. Thanks to the great Oni.
 
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Paulus 2: Paulus Harder


"Go! Go! Go! Go! Move those legs faster! My honoured ancestor can move faster than you, and she's dead!"

I swear, the first thing i'm buying when I get in is a flying carpet. I don't care if they don't exist, I'm going to pay to have one made just so I can wrap this guy up and roll him down a dune.

The trip to the recruitment point turned out well and we only suffered two ambushes by vicious beasts on the way, both of which were handily dealt with by the caravan guards. Once we got there we found out it'd only been a few months since the last sweep and it was unknown when the next one would be so we had time to get everyone some training. I even found a foundation tier expert who was willing to give me a few pointers until it was time for us to leave. Only…

"Why are you slowing down! You've got three dunes to go and you're burning daylight!"

He was a bit...overbearing.

I was running as fast as I could, had been for the past twenty minutes with Hong Li shouting in my ear. My muscles were burning and I could barely suck down enough air to keep myself conscious. I'm pretty sure the only thing that kept me moving was sheer spite and the fact that Hong Li had done the entire run backwards while shouting at me, and he hadn't even broken a sweat.

High spec bastard.

"Why do I even need to do this anyway?" I growled out between breaths "I told you I'm training for officer stream."

Hong Li gave me one of those classic sneers that all the girls went crazy over when the rich kid did it and I swore a vein burst in his shiny bald head as he inhaled.

"CULTIVATORS. NEED. CARDIO! I don't care if you're aiming for Beast Master or Grand Cook! If you can't circle these dunes in under an hour the only thing you're training for is a swift death!"

He leaned in until his face was centimeters from mine, which was kind of impressive if you considered that we were still both running.

"Do you think those Blood Cannibals are going to slow down just because you have a fancy helmet? A sixth heavenstage cannibal can sprint this route in FORTY FIVE MINUTES and he'll still have the strength to swallow you whole at the other end! If you can't do better than that you won't even save your skinny little be-hind much less do your duty and warn the garrison!"

Why the hell was I suddenly being compared to a sixth heavenstage? Who the hell does he think I am?

"Now, if you have air to talk you have strength to burn. Move it! Move it! Move it!"

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"I'm gonna hit him."

"Mmm mmm."

"I swear. Pow, straight to the heavens. I'll call it the instant ascension fist."

"Mmm mmm."

The table was nice and cool against my face. Nothing like the hot grit I'd been forced to run through every day for a month now. At first I was against getting extra furniture since we were moving to the sect anyway but I had to admit, Filia was right. Real balm to my soul.

Spiros slid a bowl of Pebbleback Boar Bites over to my side, and the scent eventually enticed me away from my new favorite bed. At least the boar was good. Just enough spice that I could taste something other than sand.

"This is great. Where'd you get the Boar?"

"A man on yesterday's caravan was selling a preserved flank."

"...can we afford it?"

"We still have some money."

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"What do you think you're doing Paulus?"

I froze and stared at my teacher. It had been six months after we started cardio when he finally seemed resigned to my inability to beat the speed of someone five realms higher than me and decided to move on to weapons training. On the plus side this let the gang come and watch since they didn't have to keep up with a pair of superhumans zooming across the dunes, on the minus side Hong Li seemed a bit more into weapons than running.

"I'm practicing the spear forms? Sir?"

He slapped the training weapon out of my hand with a disgusted motion. "What you are doing is an offense to the very heavens themselves. I'd normally compliment you on that but you had to go and make it an offense to me too. Pick up that sword."

I picked up the swo-

Thwack

"No, you're already terrible. Try the axe."

Anger played a suggestive beat through my skull as I reached for the axe. Don't try and fight the foundation stage cultivator Paulus. It didn't work out last time and it won't work out this time. I picked up the training weapon, trying to remember how I'd seen passing warriors handle theirs-

Thwack

"Oh come on!"

Hong Li flashed one of his trademark sneers and folded his hands across his chest.

"If you cannot maintain your hold on your weapon, it's the same as having no weapon at all. Pick up that spear."

Oh no you don't you high spec bastard. I know what you're doing and I'm not having it. I leapt over to where the spear had fallen, grabbing it firmly with two hands and bringing it up to the first posit-

Thwack

The spear went flying and with it went the majority of my patience. I held on to it by a thin thread, beating down my reflexive response as I turned to face my teacher. Whatever I wanted to say died in my throat as I saw the man grasping all the training weapons Filia had made me in a sheathe of qi. He wound up and threw them into the distance with all the force a foundation establishment cultivator could put behind the effort. I swore one of them twinkled as they flew out of sight.

He brushed the sand off his hands and looked back at me with a questioning quirk of his eyebrow.

"What are you standing around here for? Pick up that sword." He said, gesturing vaguely at the horizon

Snap
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We'd stretched our funds as far as we could, but a year appeared to be the limit. If Hong Li had been charging me anything for his abuse services we would have run out months ago, thankfully he seemed satisfied with me just obeying his every order and he'd gone off somewhere without saying anything a few days ago.

This was the perfect time for us to get some cash.

Spiros, Filia, and I were out hunting today. Rumor had it that some weak spirit beasts were migrating through the area and the resident hunters had been living like kings for weeks. It was time for us to get a share.

After hours of searching we finally found something that looked only mildly threatening. A giant lizard almost as long as I was tall. It had a mix of black and brown scales that formed a repeating pattern down its back and a thick tail tipped in dark red. It basked lazily in the sun at the base of a sand dune, and we regarded it from the peak.

Filia scrutinized a small clay slate covered in Leto's tight handwriting.

"I see it here" she whispered "The description matches a Blackscale Stilio, a first heavenstage spirit beast. Rumored to have a weak dragon bloodline, but it's not very smart. The scales can be sold."

"Anything else around?" I queried

"Nothing in sight boss." Spiros answered, his greater height letting him see way more than Filia or I could.

"Alright. We'll move to corral it. Triangle formation. I'll start us off. Everybody ready?"

Nods all around. Okay time to make it happen.

I leaped over the top of the dune and started sliding down the sunny side, sand rushing by beneath my feet. Twin impacts followed me as Spiros and Filia took the flanks, and I raised my spear with a grin. I couldn't help it, it was great to be with the team again.

The Stilio noticed us of course. While we were still halfway down the side it perked up and hissed, scales rippling out to make itself look bigger. I kept on moving straight towards it, and the stupid beast charged up the side of the dune to meet me. What an idiot.

At the last second I jammed the butt of my spear into the dune and vaulted over the Stilo, dodging its pointless snaps by curling up; Sometimes being short paid off. I skidded to a halt behind it, digging in my heels to stop the slide before bringing my spear back to a ready position. Predictably it whirled on me and charged, intent on tearing out my throat.

Spiros crashed into it from the left, his boar killing spear slicing a deep gash in its side. It hissed in anger and turned to him only for Filia to slice across the other flank a second later. Spiros hopped away and the Stilio turned its attention to Filia, leaving it wide open for me to jab my spear into its back. I no longer had the benefit of momentum, but the pain from the attack was enough to draw its attention off of Filia and back to me. Jackpot.

We traded the Stilio between us. Every time it changed targets the other two would get one or two shots in. The wounds were nothing like the first two, but every few hits we managed to get through the scales and get it bleeding. The lizard writhed and flailed to force us back but all we had to do was wait for it to pick another target before going back to the strategy.

The fight migrated down the dune over the course of ten minutes until we were back on flat land. The Stilio was covered in wounds but it barely seemed hampered. Meanwhile we were dripping with sweat from fighting in the heat.

"How are you doing over there guys?"

Spiros grunted in annoyance and Filia didn't even manage to respond between strikes. That cinched it, they were tiring faster than the beast. I had to find an opportunity for us to break off and regroup. This thing would keep bleeding and we could stalk it for a few hours until-

The Stilio's pattern changed while I had its focus, it crouched down low and hissed and a second later its red tip tail ignited in flame.

"Holy fu-"

It spun in place and I leapt back, blocking a bone rattling strike with the haft of the spear. Heat washed across my face, and I staggered back blinking tears out of my eyes. Spiros shouted and I heard the sound of pounding feet followed by the woosh of air and the clatter of fallen wood.

I wiped my face hurriedly and got my sight back in time to see the lizard rounding on Spiros, the big man having taken its attention with a heroic play. The only problem was Spiros was now unarmed. He had dropped. his. spear.

"HEEEEY! Get away from him!" I was out of position from the tail swipe and Filia was even worse off, lying on her butt in the sand and still blinking spots out of her eyes. There was no way I was going to make it before that thing got its jaws on Spiros, so I did the only thing I could think of and threw my weapon.

The spear wobbled through the air like a drunken jackdaw and miraculously impacted the Stilio tip first right on its snout. It recoiled in pain and whirled on me. Mission accomplished, I got its attention. Only now, I didn't have a weapon either.

I ran.

An outraged hiss sounded out behind me and the thump of meaty legs charging through sand told me my ruse was successful. The Stilio was chasing me and not going after Filia or Spiros, now what?

I had to keep going until I could lose it somewhere. Maybe I could loop around the dune and reestablish the formation?

HISSSSSSS

Nope nope, just keep moving. This thing had terrible acceleration but if the sounds behind me were correct then its top speed was nothing to sneeze at. Trying to turn might be the last mistake I made.

I kept running.

An hour later I was beginning to regret my decision. The thing had moved in lockstep with me the entire time. Trying to distract it with other wild beasts didn't work, the damn things just took one look at us and made themselves scarce. Dodging through a rocky patch didn't slow it down for a second, the Stilio just charged through like they were nothing and kept at me.

First Heavenstage my ass.

By the second hour I was wondering if Stilios were secretly world class sprinters. We had gone way outside any territory I was familiar with and I was beginning to think trying something tricky might be a better idea than running into something even nastier when salvation came flying over the dunes.

Hong Li rode a flying sword over the top of a nearby dune. He took a look at me and soared over, matching my speed in an instant. I grinned at him in lieu of greeting, any breath I could use for speech long since utilized to keep me moving.

"Your companions informed me of your predicament." he spoke in easy tones.

They'd done it. I knew we'd find a way out of this. Hong Li looked me up and down, not sparing a glance for my pursuer only a few feet behind me.

"I see that you've lost your weapon. Good. Good."

No way.

"The Blackscale Stilio is a First Heavenstage spirit beast renowned for its stamina. With the wounds your group has dealt to it you could have perhaps slain it with just a few more blows." He sneered " As is you'll only have to last a few more hours before it expires. Good luck."

Yes way. He really is. Hong Li soared away into the sky leaving me in the exact same position as before. Weaponless, covered in sweat, and being chased by an angry fan. I grit my teeth and kept running, there was no time for anything else. At least now I had something to look forward to.

Wam! Pow! Straight to the heavens!

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CLACK

The blow knocked me back a full three feet, but I managed to hold on to the sword for dear life. This was the hardest one to hold on to without being able to get a proper two handed grip, but I'd finally done it. I could hold the weapon.

For some reason this accomplishment felt really depressing after two years of hard work.

Hong Li regarded me from across the training grounds with grudging acceptance, brushing his recently regrown brown hair out of his face.

"Adequate. Of course once you've learned how to properly use your qi, this ability will be practically meaningless" he sneered

I swear. Wam! Pow!

"But I've seen enough. You pass." Hong Li folded his hands behind his back and with a visible ripple of air his full cultivation base was revealed, pressing down on me until I fell to my knees.

"Aspirant Paulus, I am Examiner Demios. Several years ago you indicated an interest in joining the Legions. Does that remain the case?"

What the what? What the what?? My mind was whirling, trying to process a dozen different things as I raced to connect the dots. Hong Li stood there radiating power as he awaited my answer, his brown hair (no, bronze hair) fluttering in the wind. Luckily my mouth was faster than my head this time and I managed to bark out an answer before he took silence as refusal.

"Yes! Why the heck do you think I've been putting up with you all this time!"

Maybe that wasn't so lucky after all.

Hong Li, no Demios, only smiled at my response and suppressed his cultivation back to a less oppressive level. "Then I'm afraid you'll have to 'put up with me' a while longer. Your application is

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And Omake.
I wasn't super clear on whether or not I had to do one before I officially showed up, but I decided to do one up regardless. This is a direct follow up from his intro an covers the years between starting cultivation and joining the sect.

I don't have a particular bonus in mind, if this qualifies for one. Anything you think is interesting or appropriate I guess.
Next omake will likely be focusing on events just after joining and depend on what goes on in the next update.
Yep this would qualify let me just threadmark it. Only thing that is wrong with it is that Deimos's sentence at the end cuts off a little bit but I liked that!
 
Good lord is there a lot to read in this quest. It's insane and I am loving all this so much. I need to sleep but I really want to make a good seed tomorrow.
I've already decided i am going to horrify everyone with my terrible expy of Link from LOZ. Just need to figure out a decent Roman/Byzantine name for him.

[X] Plan: Triage Turn
 
Good lord is there a lot to read in this quest. It's insane and I am loving all this so much. I need to sleep but I really want to make a good seed tomorrow.
I've already decided i am going to horrify everyone with my terrible expy of Link from LOZ. Just need to figure out a decent Roman/Byzantine name for him.

[X] Plan: Triage Turn
Welcome! Glad to have you! Don't stress so much about the name, naming him Link is fine as well! Be sure to drop by the Discord as well!

If you really have trouble coming up with a romanish name, we have resources there that can help!
 
Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 9 - [Yuan Realm 1: The Ancient Cave]
@BungieONI
[Yuan Realm 1: The Ancient Cave]​

Once every hundred years, the qi flowing from the heavens aligns in just the right way. They fell from the skies like lightning and struck the highest mountains of the Quiet Peaks. Once, this was harnessed by the many beasts and plants that made those mountains their home. Through the machinations of some ancient power, the top of the mountains have been flattened and powerful stone circles have been erected atop them.

These massive mountain circles that the Yuan clan has claimed as their own could draw the gifts of heaven and use it to power the famous Man-as-World Mountain Array. The world would warp as qi floods the air and ancient secrets that slumber in the earth awaken to claim it. Millions of cultivators from every clan of the Third Sea gathered here to claim this bounty.

As once only the beasts gathered, now so do the men who vie for heaven. The enriched lands are ripe with opportunity and the Yuan clan alone cannot hope to claim it all. The golden devils were among many who were sold the right to use parts of that land. They were given the right to guard it and pay for the privilege but in return any treasures found there would be theirs.

But with so much power in the air, there was as much risk as there was reward. This year with the trials coming and the whispers of the Archigetes abandoning the current generation, thousands of legionnaires flocked here. They already faced the risk of impending death and the dangers of guarding one of the Yuan spots seemed worth the chances of gaining something that may save their life.

Antonius' family was one of many who came here with similar thoughts. As they had prepared for the journey, Legate Alcaeus had invited them to work together with others from the legion. There were enough taking the risk that he felt it was prudent to step in and organise the entire affair. With a shared spot of land between all of the 96th legion, it was easy to organise transport and defence.

He and his parents were allowed to patrol as a single unit. They were given a prepared search pattern that allowed the legion to check every inch of the area available and guard against enemies at the same time. They stopped near a mountain lake that was being used as a landmark. With the rising levels of qi, the lake water had turned salty akin to the sea.

"Do you sense anyone nearby?" His father asked them as they moved past the area assigned to them. He was in charge as this was his legion and his mother was still technically an auxiliary but all of them knew that mom was both more experienced and far better at sensing.

"Antonius?" She asked, glancing towards him instead. He tried not to sigh. She was trying to test him and he knew she was hoping that his senses would become as good as hers but it was hard to keep up with her experience.

Instead, he tried to focus his sense of qi and feel out if there was anyone around them. Nope, nothing unique in sight. He looked around and came up equally empty. There was the bowl of the lake of course, but nothing that he hadn't expected.

"I think there is someone nearby," He replied, looking back at his mother. "But I think they might just be legion. Otherwise I can't sense anything out of the ordinary."

His mother's eyes sharpened. "How many legionnaires are there then?"

What was the standard unit size? "Three of them I think. I can't make out more details then that."

"Okay," She replied, with an eyebrow raised. "Could you point out the direction?"

He took a moment to look around, trying to see if they'd come into view. When they didn't, he shook his head. "No, I can't." He confessed, grinning back at her.

"There is currently a party of five cultivators passing us by," She answered, eyebrows raised. She pointed in a direction. "I can't recognise any of them but they are certainly clan based upon the feel of their aura."

Antonius nodded and tried again. Now that she'd pointed out the direction and - he assumed - the scouting party had come closer, he could sense them. They ranged from the third heavenstage to the fifth and were heading back to camp. "I feel them now, but I think there are six? No, five cultivators and I think one spirit beast."

His father nodded. "Sounds like one of the hunting teams caught something for dinner." He replied grinning.

His mother instead looked at Antonius with a curious expression. "I know you didn't sense anyone the first time. How did you know there are people nearby?"

Antonius looked to his dad for help but he just smiled back unhelpfully. Finally, he turned back to his mom with a sheepish expression. "You wouldn't be asking me that question if there was no one there and since you were relaxed, I assumed that it was legions."

His mom blinked at that answer and turned to his dad who gave her the same unhelpful smirk he had given him. "You can read me like that?" She asked Antonius curiously. At his nod, she smiled sweetly. "Well, thank you for letting me know."

Crap. Now that won't work again. His thoughts must have shown because his mother's smile turned into a smirk and his father let out a light laugh. "With these things, you should never show your hand unless it gives you an advantage," He advised Antonius. "That's why basic skills like qi sensing is so important. They are a much harder advantage to lose."

Antonius nodded seriously. Then as he idly scanned his surroundings, turned his eyes to the lake and then he frowned. "Is that a cave?" He asked out loud. The lake water had receded slightly and at the curved side of the lake there was a cave that would have been underwater.

His mother narrowed her eyes at the direction he was facing. "I think you're right," She confirmed. She raised her hand and conjured her bow. Then she pointed an arrow towards it warily.

"What's wrong?" His dad asked, tense in case of battle. Antonius tightened his own grip on his sword. He was better with his spear but that was on his back and harder to reach.

"There is a strange qi coming from the cave." She explained, keeping both eyes and arrow trained on the cave. "I didn't sense it earlier and I should have been able to feel it even underwater."

"Should I call for reinforcements?" His father asked and Antonius felt the legion unit they had just sensed fading away. It wasn't an easy decision because if they called them, then they would have to share anything they found.

He considered it for a moment. "This is a landmark all the squads use, right?" He asked out loud. His father looked at him thoughtfully.

"Yes, it's near the center of the territory we're guarding." He answered, frowning."And none of them reported it before."

"Then maybe..." Antonius paused for a second. Did he sound too hopeful? "What if it's an invitation?"

His father considered the question. "It's possible," He admitted. "So far only our clan has come here so it's entirely possible Eleanora's presence as a righteous cultivator or your unique mutation could have attracted something's attention. It could even be my presence. I know my father visited the Yuan Sect in his own time but..."

"The invitation doesn't have to benign," His mother completed with a frown. "It could just as well be that my presence with a demonic cultivator enrages it or it might consider Antonius' mutation of some worth."

Antonius frowned at that last thought. "It could also be because the right stars aligned or we got otherwise lucky or unlucky." She continued. Then she sighed. "But in our situation, we'll have to take the risk at some point."

"Then I'll take the front," His father announced, walking towards the lake. His father was the most durable one of them with his arts despite his mother having the better cultivation.

"Yes, dad." Antonius replied, walking behind him. His parents insisted that he stay in the middle. He was the weakest of them, so it was logical but it still bothered him to do it. He looked back and saw his mother silently following.

His mother could easily help her father if someone attacked the front and she could guard the back just as easily. She was also the least likely to be ambushed with her sharp senses and could keep an eye out everywhere from just the back.

Once they reached the edge of the lake, they had to climb down to the cave's mouth. With his mother's arrows making sure that nothing would attack them, they clambered down. At the mouth of the cave, Antonius could finally make out the qi that his mother mentioned in more detail. "It feels like the ocean," He commented. "And strangely welcoming?"

"Ocean sounds about right," His father agreed, eyeing the water at their feet with suspicion. "It's like the lake… but much, much deeper. I can't sense any intentions."

"No, I feel it too." His mother confirmed as she climbed down next to them. For a moment, they eyed the water carefully and then they moved on when nothing happened. As soon as they were all properly inside the cave, she cursed. "I knew it!"

"What's wrong?" Antonius asked as he turned around. He blinked as the lake water began to rise. Before he could react, his father rushed forwards and held him. Then wires extended from his mother and bound both of them to her.

As she was about to carry them out as if responding, the lake water rose like a wave and came up to meet them. Antonius instinctively held his breath and though the wires around him grew taut, they stayed strong. The water pressure increased and the place darkened as the light from the outside was snuffed out.

For a few moments, Antonius found that none of his senses worked. It was too dark to see and though a rushing noise filled his ears, it drowned out everything else. Even the pull of the earth was gone and he felt like he was simply floating. He focused on his sense of touch and he felt his mother and father struggle as they were pulled by the flow.

The pressure paralysed him and he found that his father was just as unable to resist. His mother was the only one who could direct them and only just. She positioned herself in front of them and he could feel her rising panic in her aura. His father held him and he was experiencing the same fear and confusion as he was.

Antonius forced himself to calm down and focused in the direction of his mother. He couldn't tell where she was looking, though he could feel the depth of power in the water. For a moment, nothing happened and then the rushing of the water stopped, the pressure eased and the darkness was banished by a silver glow.

The cave was gone and suddenly they were on the ocean floor. Above them, was darkness and long thin pipe-fish with glowing silver fins. Their glow revealed mountains of coral and strange fleshy weeds growing to reach the surface.

Then an eye the size of a man with a black pupil and silver sclera opened in front of them and Antonius realised that the largest of the pipe-fish had surrounded them with its body and focused it's eyes upon him. It was larger than any living thing he had ever seen and yet Antonius felt no fear in its presence.

"I sense within you the blood of the one I loved," It spoke and voice didn't come from it but from the entire ocean around them vibrating with its power. "Though I know not how it is possible, you are the kin of my heart. Tell me, how do you exist?"

The water receded and formed a dome on the ocean floor, allowing them the air to speak and the ability to move once more. As soon as they could move, his father shifted his stance and tightened his grip on his spear. He took a step away from Antonius but kept within easy reach.

Antonius looked for his own weapon, but he realised he had lost it along the way. However, he felt like he wouldn't need it here. It felt very much like home. His mother smiled and stepped forward letting her bow fade away. "Greetings, Ancient One." She asked, respectfully. "Can I ask your name and the name of the ancestor you refer to?"

"I am Yixuan Shan, the silver-fined pipefish." It rumbled and the dome shook at his voice."And the woman I loved was Chang'e, the maiden of the silver moon."

"Chang'e," His mother whispered. "Forgive me, oh ancient one. Though that name feels familiar I have not heard the stories of my clan since I was a child. I would not be able to tell you her history."

Yixuan Shan stared at them with unblinking eyes before Antonius felt a feeling of acceptance flow through the water. "So be it," It replied. "Then would you know the fate of the one known as the Jade Emperor?"

"His end is well-known to have come at the hands of my primary ancestor, the Jade Archer." She informed him. "Though I unfortunately cannot recall the specifics."

The ocean rumbled with that information and for a second Antonius was unsure about it's strange rhythm. Then, he realised that the pipefish was laughing. "So the emperor's dog finally bit the hands of his master," It explained mirthfully. "To think, the same man who hunted us would be the one to deliver our vengeance."

His mother's back tightened at that, though her smile remained fixed and her aura under control. Her tension did not escape it's notice as the rumbling stopped and it fixed it's attention back to her. "You share the blood of the one I love," It explained calmly. "A love I have etched in my very soul. Fear not. Even if you also carry the blood of the one who hunted us, I could no more hurt you than I could her."

Though his mother did not relax, she bowed her head in gratitude. "Thank you for your consideration, oh ancient one." She replied. "Is there anything else you require from us?"

For a few moments, the fish was silent. Then when it spoke, it's voice was soft and no longer a rumble. "This place was where I last saw my love before we were separated forever," It told them. "It has been many thousands of years since and though I left a sliver of my will to await her here, it has been long enough that she has certainly passed."

Antonius frowned at that. "Couldn't she have lived till now?"

The ocean rippled with a feeling of sadness and Yixuan Shan closed his eyes. "Even if she wasn't cursed, too long has passed for her to still live. Not within this shattered sea."

"Curse?" His mother asked, her eyes focused on the fish. Antonius' own eyes widened as the true implications of that sentence hit him.

"Yes, I can feel it in you," The pipe-fish responded, it's eyes falling upon him. "Though both you and your mother bear her blood, only you have inherited her bloodline. Twisted as it is by the foriegn blood of your father, I can sense the Curse of Metal within you."

"The Curse of Metal?" Antonius asked, stepping towards the ancient fish. "Is that what it is called?"

His father exchanged a look with his mother and they nodded. Antonius felt his mother put a hand on his back and guide him down. Confused, he followed her instructions and soon they were kneeling on the seafloor before the great pipe-fish.

"Great Yixuan Shan, if you aid us in this matter we will repay you in any way we are able," His mother spoke and Antonius gulped as it's attention sweeped over them.

"I have no demands but that you live on." It finally spoke. "I can sense the struggle you are to face. It is familiar to me and the struggle of your son is what my lover herself faced. I could not leave you to your plight. Not if I am to be true to my love."

"Do you… do you know of a cure?" His father finally spoke, looking up with his eyes wide. For a moment there was silence and Antonius felt hope surge within him.

"Perhaps I could have attempted to remove it at this early stage of your growth, but I could not hope to understand your blood of bronze and I dare not attempt to manipulate it," It explained. "There is no cure. You can merely hope to reach the next stages of your cultivation."

Antonius bowed his head. It was something he expected. "Then how will you aid us, oh ancient one?" His mother asked.

"Using the little power I have here, I can accelerate the growth of your son and allow him to reach the next stage quicker than he could on his own." It explained. "If you will allow me to teach you, I can also pass on a sliver of my own arts."

"I -" Antonius didn't know what to say, caught as he was between gratitude and disappointment. But he needed to say something here. "Thank you," He finally said. "Could you tell me your story, oh Yixuan Shan?"

"You would hear it?" The pipe-fish asked him and at his nod, it rumbled in mirth. "So be it then. Listen to me and listen well. The story of Yixuan Shan and the one he loved."

As he began to speak, Antonius listened. He would hear the tale and remember it. The least he could do was ensure that this tale would never be forgotten.
 
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Rina Callista 19 - Meetings and Lessons
Rina Callista
Meetings and Lessons
"If you were to abandon your current plans, how quickly do you think you could reach Core Formation?"

It was not what Rina wanted to hear when she was called to the Elder Council in the third year of the new century--an urgent missive called her to court to kneel before the remaining elders of the Callista branch and determine how she was to contribute to the greater cause of rebuilding in the aftermath.

Seventy Five Percent

It was a number of terrifying scope, one she did her best to avoid thinking about. The Legions had been nearly decapitated, and already were coming deployment requests to invite the elders of the Clan's subordinates to help fill in the numbers until more cultivators could successfully break through into the third Great Realm.

She didn't think things were that desperate yet. But she could do her best to answer the question presented to her at that time.

"It's hard to say" Rina shook her head. "I could probably break through to Foundation Establishment within twenty years as I am now--I'm not especially concerned about failing the breakthrough regardless." Her notes and calculations on the fundaments of her Path were extensive, filling virtually every free moment she could spare.

"But Core Formation? It's hard to say. The auguries and my calculations say that I should manifest the Blood of Gold in truth upon my breakthrough--I would certainly be as strong as one in the Great Circle should be--but breaking through after that… It's hard to say--it could be a hundred years, it could be two hundred, it could even be more--the situation is too chaotic to predict that far in the future."

Hektor Callista spat off to the side. "Damn" He mumbled--acting commander of Aikaterine's Legion, he had seen it change hands just long enough for its green commander to be cut down by the Fifth Sea's Nascent Soul. "No miracles that way, huh?"

Rina blushed. "It's not like we planned for things to go like that."

"It's alright" Megaera Callista counseled. "We're in the middle of determining what our overall posture should be in the coming days. Hektor will begin making his preparations to begin breaking through once the situation stabilizes on the Scorpion Road, we were hoping you would be in a position to take his place as he began seclusion."

"That's…" The very idea of being acting commander of a Legion. "I couldn't accept that, even if I were to commence my own breakthrough tomorrow." She reflected on her experiences. "My experience has been in small unit tactics and deployment--I could certainly do my best to make up for it, but…"

"You're better off than most" Helen Callista--mistress of the household's trade concerns. "You put plenty of effort into mastering your projects--if we were to begin training you in command now as you began your breakthrough…"

"No, it's not worth pushing for the early approach" Hektor interrupts, waving his hand to dismiss the statement. "Certainly, we should get her started off in remedial command studies in preparation for taking greater responsibilities, but it wouldn't be enough to be better than some of our other options by then." Helen and Megaera nod after a moment He turns his attention then back to Rina.

"And if you were to continue on your current path?" He asked.

"... If I'm fast? It could be between forty and fifty years" Rina says after a moment to gather her thoughts. "If I'm slow, it could be as many as eighty."

A susurrus of whispering filled the council hall, the witnesses of the meeting chattering about that.

"Thirteenth Heavenstage Qi Condensation" Hektor concluded, almost chewing the words over, testing the flavor of them. "It's been a long time since one of our Clan reached that point."

"Over six thousand years." Rina supplied, soft laughter fills the room. Megaera smiles. "That's just to reach the thirteenth Heavenstage. To find someone who was successful at breaking through? No records whatsoever."

"Logistics will be tricky though." Helen flips over her clipboard, sifting through sheafs of paper as she goes. "Single-Pillar Foundation Establishment is said to be intensely greedy for Qi, to the point of a single one demanding the budget of seven geniuses--but the power is not to be dismissed either. Combined with your awakened Blood of Gold, you should be capable of challenging Early Core Formation."

Rina blinked at that--she had heard the rumors--studied the Clan's fragmented records once her ambition started turning from being a wistful daydream into something that might really happen. "How does that work, honored Elders?" She asks. "Having faced a Core Formation Expert--I… Don't understand how that kind of power could be challenged by simply an aberrant Pillar?"

"We're getting a bit into Foundation Establishment lore here." Hektor answered, leaning back and scratching the stubble at his chin. "You're close enough though that there's not really any reason to hide it."

He taps his foot against the floor, as the great sand diagram set between Rina's supplicant position and the elder council began to glow.

"You understand that the fundamentals of Qi Condensation are about accumulating enough of the ambient power of the world into an internal sea." He began, Rina nodding to show she was following along, sitting up at greater attention as the wisdom of her seniors was about to be dispensed. "One reaches the Great Circle of that realm by reaching the human body's ability to hold power within themselves." He reached for a long pointed, and struck the sands, a great puff of force leading the diagram to scatter in the air.

"Boom, Heavenly Tribulation. The Qi Sea is disrupted, made chaotic, and charged with power. If you can successfully endure what's going on and don't lose your head--you can take advantage of that destabilization to rearrange some of that charged power into a solid form, that'll hold together even under pressure." The cloud of sand slowly began to pull together, manifesting as a great tower within the greater diagram. "This marks someone successfully achieving Foundation Establishment--you've converted a portion of your Qi Sea into a solid structure. It draws power from your greater Sea, which requires a greater draw still to prevent its exhaustion. Cumulatively? Your sea's capacity increases because you're able to concentrate more of it into a smaller area, and those solidified Pillars are much more effective when converted into power."

He pauses there, and looks to Rina. "Now, what do you notice about this?

She squints, leaning forward as she looks at it. The sand diagram was the same as it was, the pillar was new but that seemed to obvious, it stood, sand still spilling off it. "It's leaking, isn't it?"

"Right!" Hektor nods, and taps the diagram in several more places, pillar after pillar rising in a great ring. "That's the orthodox path of Foundation Establishment there, create your first pillar using Heavenly Tribulation as a catalyst, and use that pillar to create more pillars, arranging them so they don't conflict and instead cooperate. When you have seven arranged correctly, they can be used to support a Core--but we'll leave that aside for now. To summarize? More pillars means you can hold more power, can think faster, and last longer at whatever it is you do. It also raises how much power is in your Qi Sea in total without causing you to burst."

He waves his hand, and the whole mass falls back to the surface. "Now, the Unorthodox path." He gestures, the sand rising up into a globe. "The Qi Sea is at its maximum size at the Ninth Heavenstage, which means anything extra overflows." He turns his hand, and the sand shifts, 'zooming out' to show the previous sphere as a small organ in a generic human diagram. Colored blue sand spills from the central organ and starts mixing with the body. "Qi on its own tries to clean things up as it goes along--first it spills from your Source into your flesh and blood, pushing out everything from residual injuries, congenital damage, and training screwups." The entire body was now tinted with blue.

"Body reaches saturation, and you've reached the first Keystone--a body with all of the little human defects cleaned up. But you're still pulling more power in, so the body needs to put all that somewhere else. It looks around, and notices your Meridians and Source are still untouched. So it starts shoving power into those now instead of just settling with lining the insides, and Qi does what it does and starts cleaning up the place. This usually takes far too long for anyone to make real headway towards." He smirks towards Rina. "Well, at least for anyone who doesn't bump into a Spirit Severing ancestor."

Rina shrinks back a bit, but Hektor chuckles in good humor to set her at ease. "No, it's good for you and it's good for us…" The diagram has a tracery of a typical meridian system colored in red throughout the diagram, slowly spreading out. "At any rate, Qi gets stored in your circulatory system, eventually realizes that the heart is almost as good a storage spot as your Source is, and gets set up in there. In the end when it steps away and is satisfied? Your entire blood and Qi circulatory system have been lined up and cleaned out from anything that would obstruct the flow, and your heart's pumping keeps it and your Qi clean. But people are still pouring more Qi inside? So what's a body going to do?"

He gestures, and a yellow line runs from the Source, up to the Heart, and stopping at the head, before spreading out inside it.

"It dumps it in the one organ left that hasn't been played with--the spine, and the brain."

"The physical analog to the Soul" Rina nods, starting to get back into it. "That's Soul Purification then?"

"Yep" Hektor pops that out. "Your soul's a tiny thing until you start working on it in Nascent Soul--the Core shatters and the Nascent Soul physically moves up, remodels the brain while assimilating the gossamer of your initial soul. Still, while this helps out in terms of thought, reflexes, and resistance to exotic techniques? The impact on a Cultivator's abilities here are pretty small until you reach the modern height--where you just handed a perfect seat of power for a Nascent Soul over to it."

He taps the brain a time or two on the diagram then, and the inside slowly begins turning violet.

"More importantly, a stronger and cleaner soul equates to a tighter link between your consciousness and your power. This is the final channel through which further Qi starts acting on--entering your thoughts to reorganize and sort those out. And again, cleaning the place up. This takes forever again because people have far too many thoughts on the whole. Eventually though, your thoughts are elegantly reorganized, granted some small power in and of themselves--and the body and soul finally reach complete saturation. This is the Unorthodox Path of Qi Condensation."

Rina always did like these big lectures. "So then, the Olympian Keystones collectively ensure the cultivator is a perfect engine for Cultivation?" She frowns at that--it almost seemed a bit petty.

"To a point, yes--outsiders refer to the Four Keystones as achieving Xiantian status--a pre-natal state where one is completely free from the impurities and corruptions of the outside world. It's a little bit nonsense because babies still are connected to the mother who isn't free from these impurities--but whatever." Hektor twisted his hand, and the diagram shifted once more to the Qi Sea.

"So, with that in mind, we're going into speculation territory--we've got no records of Single Pillar that we can rely on aside from 'It's a thing' and 'It makes incredibly powerful cultivators'. But we can speculate based on what we do know." He slammed the pointer down once, twice--a total of five times.

"First things first? It's not just one tribulation you go through. Each Keystone introduces a new element to the table. Thunder standing in for Metal, Fire, Water, Earth, and Wood. These attack intermittently and at random, to discourage someone from gaining resistance to any one field." Rina winced at that. "Yeah, that's about what I thought too--but you're not looking scared, are you?"

"I think…" Rina began. I'd be more likely to fail my breakthrough if I let the idea of being attacked by the full force of nature discourage me from trying."

"Good girl" Hektor grinned. "So, we're getting into speculative territory here, but presuming you keep your presence of mind throughout that, you've got a Qi Sea that's been churned to a froth, that's going so fast and is scattered all over the place. You could make a PIllar we normally do--and that'd probably be just fine."

He shows an example of a Pillar forming in the mess, the Sea stabilizing over time, and then steadily showing the process off as it was before.

"But, there's also an opportunity here." He returns it to the churning sandstorm. "With your entire Qi Sea scattered, you can create a single pillar that encapsulates the entirety of your power."

Hektor's pointer spiraled, and the frothing mess steadily began to coalesce into a single Pillar of tremendous size, monopolizing the entirety of the sand.

But it pauses at completion, and he turns to Rina. "Now, with everything you've learned here, what happens next?"

Rina closed her eyes, and thought on it a moment.

He… Turned the entire Qi Sea into a single Pillar.

No, wait, he encapsulated the Qi Sea in one pillar.

Her eyes opened. "It's about pressure, isn't it?"

"That's our guess" Hektor smirks. "And what's the problem with pressure?"

"... It forces its way out." Rina frowns. Hektor restarted the simulation, and the pillar began to burst with glowing simulacra of escaping Qi.

"Got it in one." He explains. "Our best bet is that's the reason why Single Pillar is supposed to dominate its peers. You've gone and put your entire Qi Sea under intense pressure, which means when you employ it--it bursts out with incredible force, comparable to that emitted by a Core."

"But in exchange, the leakage is equally horrifying." Rina agrees. "You'd…"

"Need a flawless body to contain it, perfectly clear Qi circulation to cycle it, a soul clear minded enough to react to sudden changes, and a guiding philosophy without flaws to let you cope with this for hundreds of years, no?" The diagram fell back, and Hektor sits back. Chatter in the background about the revelations and speculations that had come in this meeting.

"Rina Callista, do you really think you can achieve that?" Megaera finally chimed in at the end of the lecture.

"I think we can't afford for me not to try" Rina nods. "It's the only path I can see to reach the point of matching Core Formation within a hundred years."

"If you survive" Helen cautions. "If. I cannot stress enough, but there are no reports of anyone enduring a Five Elements Tribulation since ancient times. The Blood Masking Pill you were assigned so long ago only puts you on the level of everyone else--and they have had no better luck than we."

Rina tried to smile at that. "Most people haven't successfully killed a Core Formation at Qi Condensation either… I don't know about any further unorthodox realms--but as long as I don't suffer any great misfortune in the next hundred years, I have full confidence of reaching this."

"At which point, the concern becomes your lifespan." Hektor points out. "Rina, you don't have a hundred years to risk on that."

"I… May have found a lead on something suitable for Qi Condensation" Rina admitted. "If things do drag on a little…"

"Hmm, good enough" Megaera nodded. "With that being said and done, and with you committed to remaining on your current path--and know that we do dearly wish to see your success in the matter…" She clapped her hands, and a servant emerged from the back of the room, depositing a box on the ground before Rina. "You will not be permitted to take this with you, understand." Megaera cautioned, but gestured for Rina to open the box.

"But know that upon your breakthrough--whether you continue this plan or accept what you have already gained--the Callista Branch will not see your efforts at Pleuron go unrecognized."

The latches snapped open, and Rina opened the box, gazing upon a great crystal decanter, filled with bubbling, liquid bronze.

"Celestial Bronze is difficult to create." Helen explained as the awestruck Rina lifted it with some small effort. "It is the precursor substance to the Blood of Bronze, introduced into our Clan in ancient times. Introduced to a mortal, it steadily galvanizes their blood as they Cultivate, eventually manifesting the true Blood of Bronze sometime within the third Heavenstage or so."

"Generally? We only get enough to make anything useful out of it when an Elder dies" Hektor added in. "Lady Aikaterine dictated in her will that enough be set aside for your own use from her own remains--as a celebration gift for your breakthrough to Foundation Establishment."

Rina blanched at that. "So this is…"

"It's not Blood Path if that's what you're worried about." Megaera sniffed dismissively. "It's said that Spirit Severing imbued with the blood can simply summon forth great rivers of the metal with some small exertion. We're well past that time--what we get is only from the wills of our fallen Core Formation experts, as we distill their marrow and extract it from their bones. It is by far the most suitable material for our Clan--most of any stocks are remanded to the Grand Council, who dole it out as gifts for newly raised Core Formation Elders."

Rina set the decanter back in the case--which was closed with a snap, and taken back by the servant.

"Lady Aikaterine had absolute faith in your ability to rise to the challenges of our current age." Megaera concluded. "Faith enough to reserve one of the greatest treasures born from sacrifice to you."

"Do whatever it is you've got to do." Hektor joined in. "We've got your back--and so does the rest of the Callista Branch."

Rina sniffed, and felt her eyes beginning to water. "I'm… Honored." She pulled her glasses off to dry her eyes.

"Sorry. I'm just a bit… Overwhelmed, you know?" She hiccupped. "I'll be fine in a bit, just…"

"It's alright" Helen smiled for the first time in this meeting. "Anyone who would deny family the right to be overwhelmed once in a while doesn't doesn't deserve the title."

Rina didn't respond.

She was far too busy dealing with her feelings after all.
 
What happens to Manuel if someone in the clan achieves a higher cultivation? Will we have to fear them doing things on their own? Or not because of all the unity bonuses?
 
What happens to Manuel if someone in the clan achieves a higher cultivation? Will we have to fear them doing things on their own? Or not because of all the unity bonuses?
Na, unlikely. One of the reasons we pick Manuel way back at the start was for his experience. So he'll probably have methods to deal with them if anything pops up.

Even if said someone reaches a higher stage then him, they probably leave him to lead because again experience and also because they can then focus more on cultivating their own strength and making it go higher.
 
Zeno Angelus/Jin Muyi 5 - Babysitting and dustier aspects of Life(part 3)
As we came back out of one of the aspirant barracks, being guided back by another archivist, no doubt in order to make favoritism less likely, I could not help but ponder. Our dance was interesting, to put it mildly. I have seen Blood path cultivators and legionares alike move with grace, but the grace we employed in the strange hall felt different, somehow. Maybe the Appendix, apparently a very animated cultivation book, right now talking with Zeno about distant vistas they want to see, could answer my questions?

"Appendix, what differentiates the dance we performed down there from other of our clans make?" Better to be precise and being vague would only give these chatterboxes a chance to talk my figurative ears off. Appendix consider their response before nudging Zeno forward. Interesting. Shortly afterwards Appen and Dix began to talk between themselves and Appen takes out a pen from somewhere to take note of something.

"We were just talking about it, actually. Well, to be precise more about the effects of the art on our surroundings, than on us the dancers" Zeno began, with his swordhand scratching the back of head lightly. "Appendix told me it was a fast course on the basics of the cooperative far sight part of the art [Phantasmal sight] we performed. We moved only when the light didn´t shine on us, which means we only moved when necessary. But that isn´t the sticking point, right? You mean the jump between darkness?"

With a nod Zeno continued his explanation while we walked leisurely to our destination. "To overly simplify the verbal essay Appendix gave me, while you thought of no doubt important clan matters. The special tune sung down there amplified our ability to throw our senses to another area and also amplified our ability to accurately gauge what is going on there. You noticed the cones of sight the rabbitsoldiers had while we danced too, right?" Zenos face morphed after the last sentence, showing his slight worry. Meanwhile Appen continued her writings in the air on a floating sheet of paper. How does she do that? No matter, Zeno is answering my question to him.

"Yes, but I thought it to be just another feature of these Soldiers. The eyes of the soldiers shone after all." With this said a slight pause overcame us as we mulled over the implications. If this art could see farther than a qi cultivators eyes could perceive, then this art could have potential

"Can this art allow you to perceive locations you can´t see?" I ask and immediately receive an answer. "Yes, but I can´t perform it alone, because the strain to the mind and the differing perspectives is too difficult. Also, the qi amount needed to control is simply too much for one person. In a real combat scenario a group with a cultivator of the Foundation Establishment Realm would enhance everything about the art even more, than another of the same realm ever could, though!" His explanation becoming more and more excited as he spoke.

Having long since arrived in the mean while we did not have to walk and I could therefore afford to shift my weight my stance in front of Zenos barracks, where he will no doubt continue his training tomorrow.

"Then why did we seemingly, flicker, for lack of a better word, between the shadows? We never even touched anything but the wallcorners."

"I think that is the point?" After I raise my right eyebrow, Zeno hurries to continue. "Appendix only told me that we moved without motion. Mind you, they also warned me that both of us won´t be able to run such an obstacle course with so much meters to cover without training the art, because our every day use won´t be nearly as good for the use of it. The desert won´t have perfectly spaced shadows ready for our use, after all." Zeno says with some mirth laced in his voice. Understandable.

"Then, Zeno, I think you should teach it to others of your platoon." Zeno confusion in his face makes the next question seem almost obvious. "But, couldn´t you just teach it to others and get more people learning it faster, if you are teaching it?"

"Yes, if I understood the technique as good as you. You are the one who just broke down the key components of an art We both used and I did not fully comprehend without your help. You are simply the better teacher for this art." His simple "oh" of realisation, as the weight of this undertaking bloomed on this shoulders was a sight to behold on his body language.

"But how will I convice my comrades like Alexandria or the ever stubborn Legate Phaidros to allow me to teach them? I mean, I could teach it to Alexandria, Old God knows we have done more silly things when the Legate didn´t look, but convicing the Legate seems not possible alone." His slouching posture is an excellent way to determine his defeated mood. Thankfully, Legion training should train that out of him in the future.

"You won´t, because you just volunteered your unit to scout for possible sightings of a small Blood path cultivator group and your Legate will administrate the mission." With that I start to head towards the aforementioned Legates Bureau.

"We did?" Zeno follows shortly behind me, the gears in his mind turning quickly, no doubt.

"Yes, because we can´t allow these cultivators any chance to grow and we need your platoon bloodied in such a comparatively easy mission, since we are scrambling to catch up with our lost strength and promising units like yours need to match the challenge like everyone else does."

"OH."
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An: @Mochinator , @BungieONI

This concludes the Omake series with Muyin and in the next arc Zeno will focus more on the average Legion experience and find his own insights there.

It was rightfully pointed out to me that Zeno doesn´t interact much with his unit, so I used the dire situation at hand as an excuse to facilitate a routine mission for a Platoon of barely trained first heavenrealm clan cultivators. Will they find the handful of Blood path cultivators, I don´t know. Can Muyin just assign a mission towards another legion entirely? No, definitely not. Fortunately we are not a self-centered sect bound by heavenly law to never think of longterm group battle logistics and can therefore try an unusal art to solve an usual mission, because the stakes are low for the clan in this mission and Legate Phaidros is known among her Legion for liking combat solutions with less casualties. The last trials hammered in the cost of lives lost, because of bad information and the wrong assumptions some lead to. Who knows how many cultivators were not found early enough to rescue, because fallible clansmen could not see their half dead bodys lying in the sand.

Idea for my next Omake: The Platoon goes on a mission and find out Blood path Bandits try to spring an ambush and they can avert that through careful scouting and use of the [Phantasmal sight]

Thoughts? Especially names for the Omake, they are the most difficult to come by.
 
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Thoughts? Especially names for the Omake, they are the most difficult to come by.

Well, I'm not great at coming up with names, but while I'm filling in for Mochi:

1) I'm assuming English isn't your first language. There's your profile that says Germany and also your tendency to miss the mark grammatically in very non-native speaker ways: mixing tenses, using good instead of well, and a lack of... I'm going to call it tonal awareness. There's a stiffness to your diction that probably comes from learning the language from vocabulary lists rather than picking things up through reading and speaking. If I'm wrong, I apologize, and also you really need to work on basic English skills. If I'm not... like, for an ESL learner this is really good stuff.

2) This is a really easy piece of advice: eliminate the superfluous. I'm going to sound a bit harsh here, but if you have a writing sin it's being uselessly wordy.

As we came back out of one of the aspirant barracks, being guided back by another archivist, no doubt in order to make favoritism less likely, I could not help but ponder. Our dance was interesting, to put it mildly. I have seen Blood path cultivators and legionares alike move with grace, but the grace we employed in the strange hall felt different, somehow. Maybe the Appendix, apparently a very animated cultivation book, right now talking with Zeno about distant vistas they want to see, could answer my questions?

"Appendix, what differentiates the dance we performed down there from other of our clans make?" Better to be precise and being vague would only give these chatterboxes a chance to talk my figurative ears off. Appendix consider their response before nudging Zeno forward. Interesting. Shortly afterwards Appen and Dix began to talk between themselves and Appen takes out a pen from somewhere to take note of something.

Half of this opening scene is fat.

Your writing style is very: character thinks of doing X, then does X OR they do X and in order to communicate that first you announce that they do X and then they do it. It's grating because while for one character you can use it to communicate indecision, if all characters do it, we're reading twice the text for half the story.

Is the archivist relevant at all? No? Eliminate.

First your character thinks about asking Appendix a question, then they ask it. Why? Just ask the question.

Then Appendix considers the question - yes, of course he is, he does three or four things before answering the question - no need to explain to the reader that he's considering it.

Like. Unless you are purposefully trying to inflate your word count this writing style is difficult to get through. Even when there's an immediate reply, you feel the need to preface it by saying the reply was immediate. Try, as a writing exercise to delete as much as possible and still retain the essential meaning. I think you'll be surprised at how much better things flow.
 
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Tharros Ateleioti - Good Seed Background
Tharros Ateleioti


Back Story:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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---Turn 6---​



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

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

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

Notable Treasures:
None for now.
 
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Well, I'm not great at coming up with names, but while I'm filling in for Mochi:

1) I'm assuming English isn't your first language. There's your profile that says Germany and also your tendency to miss the mark grammatically in very non-native speaker ways: mixing tenses, using good instead of well, and a lack of... I'm going to call it tonal awareness. There's a stiffness to your diction that probably comes from learning the language from vocabulary lists rather than picking things up through reading and speaking. If I'm wrong, I apologize, and also you really need to work on basic English skills. If I'm not... like, for an ESL learner this is really good stuff.

2) This is a really easy piece of advice: eliminate the superfluous. I'm going to sound a bit harsh here, but if you have a writing sin it's being uselessly wordy.



Half of this opening scene is fat.

Your writing style is very: character thinks of doing X, then does X OR they do X and in order to communicate that first you announce that they do X and then they do it. It's grating because while for one character you can use it to communicate indecision, if all characters do it, we're reading twice the text for half the story.

Is the archivist relevant at all? No? Eliminate.

First your character thinks about asking Appendix a question, then they ask it. Why? Just ask the question.

Then Appendix considers the question - yes, of course he is, he does three or four things before answering the question - no need to explain to the reader that he's considering it.

Like. Unless you are purposefully trying to inflate your word count this writing style is difficult to get through. Even when there's an immediate reply, you feel the need to preface it by saying the reply was immediate. Try, as a writing exercise to delete as much as possible and still retain the essential meaning. I think you'll be surprised at how much better things flow.
Since this is my first forray in creative writing since I came out of school several years ago I am pleased with your critique. This could have been much worse. And yes I am indeed from Germany and English is my second language.
I will see what I can do in future Omakes and thank you for your honest opinion.
 
Orphanos [DEAD]- Good Seed Background
Orphanos

Appearance: A young man thin enough to be called wispy, with a shock of green hair that is slicked back and held in place with a small binding. Has a relatively unremarkable face, but deep blue eyes that reflect and draw in those who look.

Background: A child born of circumstances he cannot recall, Orphanos cannot recall if he truly ever had parents, a name, or even a lineage he could call his own. The starkest memory of his younger years is hearing the rushing flow of a river, the chirps of the woods, and the thundering of the clouds. He giggles, listening to the disparate sounds and finding a melody in them.

The other memory he can recall is the first time he heard the sounds of combat. A beautiful moonlit night, a desolate landscape, and the crashes of technique against body as the boy witnessed a scene he says came from both nightmare and fantasy alike. Upon the conclusion of the fight, and the quieting of the blissful tunes he had heard, the child made his way to the survivor and happily grasped at the hem of their robes. He was picked up, and given the name "Orphanus", which he later misunderstood as "Orphanos". A child found lost and alone was ushered into the Golden Devil Clan by the arms of Heaven, and found his place among them as a cultivator.

In the times when he was told he should have been cultivating, he was exploring the different areas of the clan and its lands, eager to hear the new tunes each unique encounter and person made. Eventually he crafted an instrument of his own and attempted to play it, but found it sorely lacking. Thinking it was the materials, he tried once more, but found no enjoyment in it. He attempted a third time, until he destroyed it with his own hands and went for a spar and found his own body to be what he had been longing to create, the perfect expression of his own Music.

He has come to enjoy drinking quite heavily, remarking how good drink can make entirely new songs from the same source, and often indulges himself. While not having abandoned the learning of traditional instruments and their music, he himself has grown to enjoy the songs present within the world and wishes to hear all sorts of songs, which has led to the realization that he must reach the pinnacle to experience every level.

Overall High Concept: Music Man who grew to feel stifled by music of basic instruments and decided from his experiences that the body and soul would be the ultimate source of Music.

Began Cultivation: Turn 6
Starting Age: 15
Good Seed: An innate and heavensent genius of music- who dislikes performing any sort of instrument. He hears songs others cannot fathom even as sounds, and perhaps that may be why his understanding and taste of music is so removed from the norm.

Overall Goal: To reach the pinnacle of cultivation to be able to hear and perform all the forms of music that exist in the world. To be clear, the journey itself is worth as much as the goal, as one's perspective and ears change at different points, so to experience the realm in all its forms would be his life's dream.

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Cultivation: 1st Heavenstage (0 Cumulative Years)
Age: 15
Health: Healthy

Omakes:
But With What, To Play Music? (Turn 1 Cultivation Bonus)
Monkey See, Monkey Sing Part 1 (Turn 1 supplement)

Notable Treasures: None
 
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Rina Callista 20 - Horticulture Divinations
Rina Callista
Horticultural Divinations

Rina stared at the little thing.

The little thing just did whatever it was that tiny, foot tall trees did, and ruffled in the wind.

"I dunno what to do with this" Rina admitted after a moment's consideration, turning away from the Token Sensing Tree to Millet, who was currently shaking a pot full of finely carved weiqi pieces in both hands.

"Well, that's why you called little Millet for help for, isn't it?" The former Holy Maiden of the Noble Knowledge Sect grinned, before screwing her face up in exertion and giving another big shake to the pot. "We'll just toss the old pieces down and figure out how this all works in no time!"

"I'll admit that I'm curious as to how this works." Rina asks. "I keep hearing about Divination as a thing, but then when people describe what they're doing it looks like just ordinary deduction with a whole big pile of trappings to make it look magical."

"You're not wrong" Millet agreed. "Deduction is an important thing for anyone who dares to call themselves a diviner." She reaches back with one foot so she didn't need to take her eyes off the tree or Rina, "Some people like freewheeling the whole thing and putting their faith in their skill to make them just automatically jump to the right conclusion--and yeah, some lunatics are good enough that they can do all this in their head and be pretty accurate. Me?" She tugs a board, inscribed with a star-map forward, hopping around on her other foot to get to the other side of it. "I like working things out properly, best way to avoid unplanned variables, you know?"

The rattling of the pot and the game pieces grew more severe as Millet used more of her strength to shake it--the fact they hadn't been reduced to powder making Rina wonder just what they were made of.

"That's for me to know and you to speculate over~~" Millet chirped, and with one final heroic shake, she popped the lid off and scattered the pieces all over the starmap. Most slid, bounced, or flew off the table leaving a heck of a mess over the sitting room of Rina's townhouse. No windows broke fortunately, but it was a near thing as several bounced off the triple-tempered glass with terrible force.

Some stayed on the board though, and Millet finally took her eyes off of Rina and the potted tree in her hands to turn to the starmap.

"Okay, okay…" She mused, leaning over it, her features cast in shade by the broad-brimmed hat she wore. "Star of War is ascendant, about what I'd think…" Rina took a look where she was focused on--and indeed, a game piece with the character for 'War' had rolled out into a grand circular diagram at one corner of the map. "The asset was seized in battle, and aids in battle--shows up pretty often so it's easy to read that. To exploit it most effectively…" She traces the corner of the diagram the 'War' Piece had fallen on, finger settling on a twisting line radiating from it, where she followed it to another piece. "I've got… Might, Blood, and Bonds in here…"

"... So, something about force, blood, and bonds?" Rina tried to wrap her head around it, only to get flicked in the forehead. "Ouch!" She rubs the place where her friend made her displeasure clear, currently tutting dismissively at it. "That's what the untrained eye would think! You get little pieces and assume that it's telling you outright what to think."

She returns her finger to the War Symbol. "You seized a prize in battle, one which aids in battle--but it landed in the Shadowed House, which means that it doesn't help you in the obvious sense." She traced the connection to the next few pieces. "Might, Blood, and Bonds. It's not straight up saying "Be strong, spill blood, and bind things", so much as it's telling you what's in the way to your desired outcome. In this case… You said your friend took it from the tent of that Core Formation you and your band of lunatics somehow managed to kill?"

"We had a good plan I think!" Rina defended it. "They had us in contempt, and lady Minervina has made her career off of murdering people in great realms above her! Early Foundation to Early Core isn't that different from Early Qi Condensation to Early Foundation Establishment!"

"Usually people who pull that die next" Millet chuckled darkly. "It's only you lunatic Devils who keep walking away from that kind of brass… Anyway, back on topic." She tapped the signs again. "Based on this… What's in your way is your victim's spirit mark."

"Don't those go away when the owner dies?" Rina asked, and Millet nods. "Eventually, but this is a living thing that bonds close to its owner's thoughts and mind. I imagine a shade of your foe still lingers inside--and while it can't reach out…"

"It can still stifle the growth of the sapling." Rina wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Goodness, that monstrous woman keeps trying to hurt us even from beyond the grave."

"Cultivators live on one part fear, one part reputation, one part spite as a rule." Millet agrees. "If you can't live forever, then at least fuck those other guys. Anyway, off topic." She traces the line from the cluster of pieces down towards the bottom of the map. "Wood, Cultivation, and…" She frowns, and leans up towards it. "I think that's Metal? But it's gone a bit crooked. Have you gone and interacted with any weird metal lately?"

Rina looked at the pieces scattered down there, and at the aforementioned mark. Indeed, it looked like it might have been metal once, but the dust and shaking wore away certain pieces of it.

"I did get offered some powerful metal for creating a weapon when I complete my breakthrough… That might explain it?" Rina asks, and after a moment to chew it over, Millet nods.

"Right. So, my take on this is that once you've cleared out evil healer's remnant will--and I strongly suggest you avoid that until you've broken through--the tree's shackles should break, and you should be able to raise it like any spirit tree. I'm sure your people have the techniques to do that?" Rina nodded at the question, and Millet moved on. "So, it'll grow large, strong, and you can take your cuttings and hand it off to your Clan to start producing them in greater numbers. This last part though…" She taps the damaged Metal piece. "This last part seems to suggest that once the cuttings are taken, and the responsibility for preserving the asset is out of your hands--that you should take the grown device and make a weapon out of it."

"It is a spirit tree, but that seems a little… Reckless? It's supposed to track down the tokens worn by the Invaders, right?" Rina asks, and Millet nods eagerly. "Yeah, normally this'd be a weird idea… But you told me earlier that it was your bell-friend who gave it to you, right?"

Rina remembered the conversation with Aretaphila that day. "More like shoved it in my hands aggressively, but yes." Millet smirked then. "Sound, that tree has powers over Resonance. It's how it detects the tokens I'd bet--it shares a similar frequency with them… It would still sense the tokens--but if you then use it as the shaft for a spear or something, that resonance would also extend to the nature of the metal you use--and you would get a very powerful weapon on top of its detection properties. If you can then use Eternal Life Sealant on the weapon, it would be capable of cultivating along with you--you'd have a weapon that could follow you the rest of your career."

Rina thought about that for a moment--an extremely powerful weapon… Capable of resonating with the tokens of the Invaders and drawing out new powers from the Celestial Bronze she had been offered earlier.

It did seem like a mighty treasure.

"Where can I find Eternal Life Sealant then?" Rina asked. Millet shrugs. "Dunno, it's one of those particularly exotic materials. Shows up once in a while when the Yuan array turns on, and occasional Qiguai Realm explorers have come up with some. Shows up in the biggest auctions once in a while but… Uh." Millet grins at that. "Probably not an option for you guys."

"I thought so." Rina deflated. "It's good to know it's an option though, and it wouldn't be ready to use for some time yet regardless."

"Absolutely" Millet agrees. "Still, you asked for how best to make use of the tree, and that's what the augury seems to suggest."


"I'll admit I was hoping for something a bit more straightforward, but knowing that it's not something silly like pouring blood into the roots or feeding it living sacrifices to grow it eases my mind a bit." Rina slumped over on her chair and rubbed her forehead. "It'd really suck if we got this big breakthrough and then turned out that we couldn't really use it for anything."

"Don't even get me started, the number of egotistical freaks who brag about who did the most depraved acts to create a suitably eeeeevilll treasure back at the Sect was incredible." Millet rolled her eyes and started picking up her pieces from the board. "Look, I like the idea of knowing more than the next scrub better than anyone else--but it's like…" She pauses to reach for a word. "It's like--it's not even creative some of the shit people get up to. They come to this realization that 'Oh hey this method that's horribly wicked can give me a small marginal bonus to my advancement', and then they go and do it repeatedly and then act like they're some great sage who cracked a secret code that apparently every other two bit villain in the Region has cracked."

She snapped her fingers, and the remaining pieces scattered across the room suddenly flash with a pale orange light, all rising from where they fell and collecting themselves in the pot that they had started this divination with. "That's not especially noble or knowledgeable--and yet many of them just keep doing it--because 'Oh hey we're surrounded by angry Righteous Sects and we have no choice but to twist and poison our homeland to keep them all from bullying us.'

"That's not the way it should be." Rina's voice steadies at that, her reaction coming immediately. "People should be able to work together, and to make the world around them better--what's the point of cultivating if you're just going to leave a ruined husk behind you when you've squeezed every resource there is?"

Millet smiled. "And that's why I like you, little Rina!" She slides her gamepiece pot into her carrying case and seals it up. "You're not just some poser who claims to be good but takes the path of least resistance. You claim to be good and then act good, and you don't just give way because it'd be easier not to rock the boat."

Rina looked up to her friend, who stretched out with a happy yawn, and leaned back against one of the walls before proceeding. "The others all feel the same way, we could have just bailed to call forth help from our seniors, you advocated we put him down before he could do any damage. You could have just seen to your survival and those who tripped over you--instead you rallied your friends and kinsfolk and pushed back."

It was… True, wasn't it?

"Like, the way I see it? Everyone compromises--they run into a situation too hard, or too dangerous, and they decide that they need to give something up. They either go mad and self-destruct, they despair and aim to sacrifice themselves, they accept defeat and try to gain something from the experience. You don't do that--when you see something wrong, you act on it the best way you know, and you don't even think about if you're right or wrong. You see something that you hate, and you just automatically act to stop it. Whether it's realistic or not doesn't matter."

"It's…" Rina starts to speak up, before hesitating. "It's just that I don't want to be the kind of person who puts getting older over doing what's right, you know? And if I can work a little harder and spare other people the danger, why not?"

"Why not indeed--do you know how many so-called Heavenly Geniuses do the same?" Millet pointed out. "Virtually none of them--if they're virtuous it's because they don't feel to be in danger. If they're not? They look first to their own gain and only then do they consider making things a bit better. If they're evil--they take their talent and wealth as an excuse to dominate others for their own amusement." She gestures with a stretched out finger, and bops the tip of Rina's nose with a wisp of power.

"So what if you're still just Qi Condensation right now? So what if other people have to work hard too? So what if things are rough now? So what if you're doubting yourself afterwards? What matters is that when the chips are down and everything is going to hell, you act first and recriminate yourself later. Do you know there's a saying about things that take longer to be born?"

Millet grins predatorially at that point. "They're the most terrifying things of all--so relax! You'll catch up to us pretty much instantly once you're done setting things up. I know that I'll certainly be thrilled to see what it looks like when a Single Pillar Expert starts running around."

"I'll… Do my best--but I agonize over these things!" Rina protests--though weakly and with more humor than she's held lately. "Still--I'll take your words under advisement."

Act without thinking, do what is right without thinking of how likely you can succeed. Leave the world a better place than you started.

That was the core of it, wasn't it?

She'd need to think harder on this in the days to come.
 
Overall High Concept: Hero's Soul from Legend Of Zelda taking a brief nap reincarnating through the multiverse waiting until he needs to protect Hyrule again.

Pretty sure this is our first good seed that's also a crossover character.

Not much to say beyond that, but it looks fun. Are you going to play up the silent protagonist angle in omakes?

Since this is my first forray in creative writing since I came out of school several years ago I am pleased with your critique. This could have been much worse. And yes I am indeed from Germany and English is my second language.
I will see what I can do in future Omakes and thank you for your honest opinion.

You're very welcome!

Also, I was reading a comic earlier and I... have to ask if the 'do this thing and talk about doing the thing as you do it' might be a xianxia-specific writing thing.

Because I saw a character literally talk about every single thing he did while he was doing it and I went: oh no, this is not the type of thing to read while learning a language and if it's a typical example of xianxia quality it'd be wise to stop reading it.

A child found lost and alone was ushered into the Golden Devil Sect by the arms of Heaven, and found his place among them as a cultivator.

Fun character concept, lots of space cadet moments possible with this setup, so I hope you take advantage.

Small note: the Golden Devils are a clan not a sect.

Overall High Concept: Music Man who grew to feel stifled by music of basic instruments and decided from his experiences that the body and soul would be the ultimate source of Music.

Soul Music. :V

Interested to see what'll happen.
 
Also, I was reading a comic earlier and I... have to ask if the 'do this thing and talk about doing the thing as you do it' might be a xianxia-specific writing thing.
Might be for the lousier ones. They can charge per chapter i believe, so padding the word count = more moolah for the same content
 
Mildgyo Galene Collab - MacGyvering alchemist competition [by @shortnmad (Mildgyð Galene), @wrecksalot (Ulysses) and @Quest (Antonius)]
MacGyvering alchemist competition [by @shortnmad (Mildgyð Galene), @Quest (Ulysses) and @wrecksalot (Antonius)]

"Welcome folks to the 10th annual MacGyvering contest! This is the chance for these crafters to prove that they are skilled, not just lucky or rich. In this competition we evaluate them to find the best well minimizing the interferences of the heavens as much as possible. For as we all know the heavens are most unfair.

We have 3 contestants and the contest will consist of 2 rounds in each round our panel of judges will evaluate the products of their work giving a score and whichever contestant has the lowest score will be eliminated from the competition. Every round has its own amazing prizes including being able to keep their own creations and really if these alchemists are skilled that should be prize enough.

Our first contestant is Mildgyð Galene who has gained renown for his invention of the "first step elixir" and his work producing mass quantities of flesh mending potion during the trials. Mildgyð are you excited to be here today?"

"I am very excited to be here today. Making recipes with what is available is my specialty. I feel like this competition could have been made with me in mind."

"I'm glad to hear you are confident"

"Our next contestant is Ulysses Nemo."

"This is a great opportunity to try new pill recipes, I'm grateful for the opportunity to be here"

"Our third contestant is Antonius Emmanuel who has gained much renown for his luck in the Yuan Secret Realm. Tell me Antonius, I have heard you aided in the slaying of the thunder toads with Seniors Amaranth and Magnus. Did you also aid in the creation of the related wine?"

"Ah no. I don't think I'd have the skill to keep up. I suppose I'm more of a gatherer than anything."

"Gathering of reagents is always an important skill-set for a young alchemist but I suppose that skill-set would put you at a disadvantage here. Why did you join a competition where the odds are so against you?"

"I honestly think I'll be gone in the first round but I also think it'll be a good experience. At worst, I'll have a story to talk about over drinks."

"It's good to see youngsters with that kind of attitude. Good luck, Antonius."

"Now let's spin THE WHEEL OF INGREDIENTS!" Spotlight goes to a flashing wheel behind the host with thousands of ingredients on it."

"First up the core of a Sun-Basking Gecko! Useful source of solar qi."

"Second the shell of an Iron-Backed Scorpion! Generally used as a base for defensive charms and to stabilize potions."

"Third a vial of thousand year old air! A versatile ingredient that can be applied to almost anything"

"The roots of a Vital Succulent! We are getting quite the mix of Qi types"


"3 spirit stones! Seems like our contestants are working on a tight budget."

"And a whole jung of qi drained sand again what are the odds?!" The host smiles at the running joke to the applause of the studio audience "With only one week to make the best use of them."

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Ulysses was nervous and excited. He hadn't worked with thousand year old air before, and one week was quite a short time to figure out how to use a new ingredient. If it was old in the way described in his senior's essay, then it hadn't been breathed for 1000 years, but would that make it full of life-supporting qi or stagnant and still qi like a deep pool? Ulysses couldn't tell immediately, and he found it an excellent challenge. Disregarding that for the moment he considered the others. The beast core should be full of solar qi which the Gecko cultivated all day, and the Vital Succulent typically converted sunlight to nutrients and qi that it stored in the roots. If Ulysses mixed the two then it should provide a strong foundation for a pill that encouraged growth, and the Iron-Backed Scorpion shell mixed with the qi draining sand should direct the growth effect to the Blood of Bronze bloodline. The effect would be extremely slight, but by crushing the three spirit stones and mixing them in, it should simply boost the efficiency some. The real question facing Ulysses now was the nature of the air. If it did have the essence of stillness, then he could probably use it as a stabilizing agent to decrease the side effects, however if instead it contained 1000 years of life-giving qi that hadn't been harvested, then it could probably be used to improve the effects further. Either way the pill would probably only make a big difference if the user consumed a regular regimen of them.

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Mildgyð Galene POV
I decided to focus on the qi drained sand as my base ingredient. I know it is included as a joke, but I am a big fan of this show and have made a hobby of running with the joke. It has some interesting properties mainly being that it gets everywhere. Time to make use of and enhance that property. The qi drained sand supplied was fine and of even consistency likely to make sure that every contestant got the exactly same quality. But it could be made finer. I ground the sand down finer and finer until the individual grains could not be seen under even the most intensive magnification. Now if thrown the 'sand' will create a cloud of smoke difficult to see though and that will manage to permeate most defenses. A smoke bomb was an interesting effect, but it was only a delivery mechanism. I imbued the fiery properties of the Sun-Basking Gecko core into the ground sand. Now every fine particulate that gets into someone's eyes, nose or even skin pores will burn like a white hot needle.

Of course a weapon that affected the user just as much was no good. I use the Iron-Backed Scorpion, Thousand year air and 3 spirit stones to make a very weak, but more encompassing variant of arrow repealing ward. In normal situations it would be useless, unable to stop any projectile larger than a grain of sand, but in this case it was perfect. A person wearing the "sand ward™" talisman would be able to pass through the "burning needle cloud™ " without fear. The combination might even work as a very inexpensive life saving treasure at the lowest levels.

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Antonius POV

At first, Antonius was incredibly excited about the alchemy tournament. When he'd seen Ullyses and Senior Magnus work with the toad bits to create wine it was somewhat disgusting but also genuinely inspiring. So when he'd received a notice about the tournament, he decided to give it a try.

After the tournament, he sat down and tried to figure out what alchemy actually involved. It was… much harder than he had actually anticipated. There were seemingly countless standard designs and after those the ingredients themselves seemed to have many different uses. Officially there were some strict recommendations of use, but every ingredient had a growing list of exceptions or alternate uses.

Alchemists seemed to delight in finding exceptions really. The qi-drained sand for example was officially useless but a quick look at the history of the tournament showed quite an innovative list of uses for it. It seemed like the best option was to use minimal research and just wing it. If he loses… then he supposed all that happened was that he lost.

So the first thing he did was grind the spirit stones and drop them into the qi-drained sand. Both of the ingredients were common in the competition and the records showed that as the most common method of utilising the sand. It was an easy way to remove the "Qi-drained" part of the sand maybe.

Then he considered the other ingredients. The previous ingredients had an 'obvious' route but these were random and depended on his skill. Which was non-existent. This is where he relied upon stories of what amazing alchemists did and something that caught his attention was that many skilled alchemists could brew in the middle of battle. They didn't even need tools, they would just chew the materials to mix them together and create something with just that and their qi.

This sounded cool and reminded him of his treasure, so he went for that. He wasn't sure about the air but he put the gecko core, vital succulent and scorpion shell in his mouth and began to chew. He channeled qi into it, unsure of the effects and for a while nothing happened.

*crunch*
*crunch*
*crunch*

Then he spit it out as he felt a burn on his tongue. A burst of flame came forth from his mouth and landed on the jung of sand. The jung of what was now qi-infused sand. It promptly caught on fire.

As he drank a glass of water to quench the feeling in his mouth, he watched the flame slowly increase more and more as it seemed to absorb the qi in the spirit stone shards. Antonius knew he had to quench it somehow before his mom or dad showed up and asked him what he was up to.

He could use water or air… he glanced at the bottle containing the thousand year air, quickly opened the lid, breathed it in and then breathed it out back into the flame.

The flame roared and Antonius stumbled back. Then he saw the flame quiet down to a glow and cautiously went over to investigate. The flame had settled and the sand seemed more like embers though a quick touch showed they were cool to the touch.

Hmmm. So he'd somehow created glowing sand. Was that… good or…. bad?

Hmmm.

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Judge POV

At the end of the week, all of the contestants presented their creations in front of several judges. One of them was Ariadne Taurus, centurion of the 43rd legion, cultivator of the Dao of Creation and mistress of the Labyrinthine String.

She looked upon the tournament with a gaze of nostalgia. She remembered participating in it herself so long ago. Though she had lost then, it motivated her to study more than merely her family's arrays and helped her truly develop her dao. Being invited back to be a judge was an affirmation that was perhaps unnecessary but still very welcome.

Shaking her head, she took a look at the list of participants and noted the ones that she had heard of before. Most she knew due to skill and talent. Ulysses Nemo and Midgyo Galene were the foremost of these but her eyes also fell on another name - Antonius Emmanuel.

Her closest friend's son was the last person she expected here. She had followed his training closely. She knew that despite incredible luck at the Yuan Secret Realm and no small amount of cultivating talent, he had zero exposure to alchemy or anything else that wasn't combat, survival or simple cultivation. She doubted he would win this tournament but she'd have to take some time to examine his work, simply to satisfy her own damned curiosity.

With that decision made, she pushed him out of her mind and began to look over the various alchemical creations presented here. There were quite a few clever concoctions with a notable one even using the spirit stones to purchase new ingredients. It was something that none of the other participants had seemed to consider, simply discarding them or using them as a power source. She also amusingly noted that the use of the sand - the joke ingredient - was much higher than in previous years - perhaps influenced by Ullyses' previous use of it?

Then finally, she came to the ones she had an eye on. First, she looked at Antonius' entry titled creatively "Glittersand" and found it to be exactly what the name suggested. It was sand that seemed to absorb qi and glow. It was a supremely basic effect, she thought disappointedly. One that even a mortal alchemist could achieve in a dozen different ways.

She glanced through the list of ingredients and tried to understand the method he used. Infusing the sand with qi was a simple matter of grinding the spirit stones into it and the previous emptiness could easily be used to produce the constant absorption needed to produce a steady light.

Then he'd simply crushed the other ingredients together except the air and added it to an unknown fourth ingredient? She detected a hint of bronze to it and realised he had used bits of his own body. She thought back to a previous ruling. Yes, it was ruled as border-line acceptable in the previous case it arised.

If she looked at it carefully, the sand was absorbing the miniscule qi of the sun and essentially cultivating itself using the vital succulent and Antonius' own body material - a unique variant of the blood of bronze taken from one who has achieved the purification of the tenth heavenstage. She was certain that the iron-backed scorpion's stability was the only thing that made it possible and the thousand year air had sealed it, allowing it to grow undisturbed for a thousand years.

An interesting curiosity she decided finally, nothing extraordinary but perhaps worth something in a thousand years. If he had achieved this on purpose she'd consider more praise, but given the superficial name he'd chosen and her own knowledge of his skills Ariadne felt happy to discard his entry.

Then she moved on to Ullyses Nemo - a pill crafter. He had created a concoction remarkably like Antonius'. At the very least, it used the same principles but rather than mistakenly applying it to the sand he had used it to create a pill that could allow the eater to cultivate and then cleverly used the air to improve its effects.

It was perhaps the most obvious route to use when taking into account his specialities but it was simple and practical. That mattered a lot in a cultivator his age. It demonstrated competence in his craft and though perhaps he could be a bit more daring, based upon the stories she had heard of him that wasn't something he was lacking in. She looked forward to seeing further contributions from him.

She penned down her thoughts to send to the junior as advice and then she turned to her final entry. Mildgyð Galene was a junior she had been especially looking forward to. His "first step" potion, though limited in the ways expected of a junior, showed the kind of ambitious nature that wished to bring up others with him. It was the kind of attitude that exemplified the legion.

His submitted entry certainly demonstrated the completeness of his vision. He had used every ingredient and used it to create a working sand charm that might be used to provide an edge in battle or as the junior had himself suggested - may be usable as an escape charm for those still within the first heavenstage.

His submitted notes clearly outlined the steps he had used to make the item and the various uses it might have. It was artistic, practical and demonstrated his mastery over the reagents. This was the kind of work that she enjoyed and she could easily see him going far in the tournament. She considered if there was any advice she should give him but eventually settled for simple words of encouragement.

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"We have had the privilege of seeing some spectacular feats of alchemy today. But unfortunately this competition grades on a curve. One of our contestets is not quite as spectacular as the others. And so the person that is going to be dropped this round. The person that after much debate the judges have decided doesn't quite make the ever rising bar is."

Dramatic pause

"Antonius."
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"You did say that you wouldn't go far," He continues. "Tell me, how does it feel now that your prediction came through?"

"Well, as you said I did expect it." Antonius replied, looking rather vexed with himself. "But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hoping to do more."

"Do you think there was any way you could have done better?"

"Yes, a lot of ways. I think the biggest mistake I made was just experimenting and not having a concrete idea of where I was going. That's something I need to work on."

"Well said, Antonius. Do you have any messages for our contestants that made it to the next round?"

"Well, what can I even say? I suppose I'm glad to be able to see their work. It taught be alot about alchemy and the vision it requires. I really hope to see more of them in the future."

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"For our final round let's spin THE WHEEL OF INGREDIENTS!" Spotlights once again focus on the wheel.

"Our first ingredient is The liver of a qi gathering cultivator from the 5th sea. I guess we do currently have a bit of a surplus." Polite laughter from the audience.

"The scale of a 10 rainbow fish. That is 3 extra colors that mortal eyes can't even see."

"The first laugh of a child. Nice and sweet."

"Here is a treat. An ace of spades from a hand that was used to successfully bluff a core formation cultivator when the mortal gambler only had a single pair of aces. Both contestants get one of the aces. The honored core formation cultivator realized that the deck used to get the better of her was actually more valuable than what she had lost and generously allowed the mortal to donate his deck to our show."

"Tribulation glass. Made from qi drained sand hit by heavens lighten of tribulation."

"And finally….Well here is a surprise our two contests will both get 100 spirit stones. That is the highest budget this show has ever gotten. On that note a word from our generous sponsors"


Ulysses POV
Ulysses quickly took stock, the liver could probably be used as a purifying ingredient, since this one didn't appear to have died from poison. The first laugh of a child was slightly unfamiliar, but the meaning of this one was clear, innocence and joy. The fish scale could most obviously be used to represent light, but its prismatic quality was also interesting. The card could probably be used for good fortune, and tribulation glass had in a way, withstood the wrath of the heavens. That just left 100 spirit stones, a truly outrageous amount to put into a pill. Anything with that much energy in it would be more likely to explode in his face than condense into a pill.

For a start, he cut the Tribulation glass into the shape of a prism, before mixing the 10 rainbow fish scale and the liver together, heating them until they dissolved into a shimmering oil. Bending the rules just a little, he payed 50 spirit stones to rent 10 cauldrons for a week and fill each of them with a mic of water, and some extremely weak spirit herbs. Their purpose was not to provide any effect on their own, but rather to provide a base for the next step to latch onto. He coated the Tribulation Glass prism in the shimmering oil, the prism drinking the oil greedily due to their similar natures. Then he threw the 50 remaining spirit stones into a pill furnace, arranging the others across from it in a semicircle. The pill furnace quickly started to heat up and shake, clearly not up to the task of containing the energy for long, as the spirit stones continued melting down. Ulysses put the prism near the aperture of the filled furnace, causing 10 beams of qi to escape from the furnace, each heading towards another furnace. The filled pill furnace stopped shaking so violently, as it now had a way to relieve the great spiritual pressure inside, by pushing it through the prism, purifying it in the process as the liver oil caught some of the impurities. Ulysses moved as fast as his cultivation would allow, stirring , shaking, and otherwise manipulating the 10 furnaces so that they formed pills instead of say, catching on fire or any such thing. The mixture in each furnace was imbued with a different aspect of elemental qi, one receiving fire qi, one lightning,and so on and so forth. The prism was black by the end of it, and beginning to crumble from all the impurities it had absorbed, but Ulysses estimated that each pill would provide about as much benefit as 7 spirit stones to a cultivator who cultivated the matching element. Some might call it wasteful, but in truth it was a proof of concept. If he had not had to rent the pill furnaces with his budget, then it would have been more efficient than simply using the stones to cultivate directly. He called it the Ten Colors Qi Pill Set.

Mildgyð Galene POV

This was the biggest budget I have ever received for a single project. At least in spirit stones I have worked with many reagents that likely could sell for more to the right buyer then again there are many people with more money than sense I never would have bought them at that price. I glance at the liver. I had actually been the one to pickle this liver and sell to the clan for contribution points, but now it has somehow come back to me funny how the world works. Tribulation glass is an interesting substance in theory it is amazingly poptent glass which has withstood the wrath of heaven, but in practice it generally is not in a very useful shapes and all attempts to change it's shape take away from the property that actually makes it useful after all if you melt it down then it has no longer "withstood". This particular glass was in the shape of a very large jaggade flower. Well if you look at it from the right angle and squint.

I actually don't really know any recipes for 10 rainbow fish scales. 10 rainbow fish come from all the way in Quiet Peaks and I generally focus on reagents closer to home. Still the properties were fairly obvious, light divided. A child's laugh is a reagent that I collect whenever I can. I even collect adult laughs when I can, which often gets me funny looks. But the first laugh that is something special, not just joy, but a new beginning of joy. Now you might think that the Ace could be a symbol of luck and some might successfully use it that way. But really it was about overcoming overwhelming odds which is a slightly different thing. Well I might as well be ambitious after all we do have a huge budget, anything that isn't grand is going to fall behind. I am going to make a tribulation chamber.

The following work included quite a bit of architecture work, parts of which were expensive. Normally I have a great aversion to buying reagents. They are always overpriced and I find making use of what I happen to come across to be a great source of inspiration. But I had quite a bit of money burning a hole in my pocket and only a week to use it. I built a pagoda with iron wiring over the lightning struck sand. I smoothed out the rough edges of the tribulation glass to actually look like an artistic flower. The first laugh I imbued within the iron to temper heaven's wrath to be more instructive. The 10 color scale and liver separated heaven's deadly force from the tempering. With the less hostile power being fed to the ace of spades at the center and then to cultivator within while the deadly force is grounded. Some qi gather stage cultivator with a dao of defiance, rebellion or creating things anew should be able to use it to survive and make use of heavens lightening. It was the greatest single work I have ever done. Shame it will be destroyed on use.


Judge POV

This time Ariadne Taurus had a much harder time judging the results. The work from both the remaining contestants were good and not just qualifying them but picking the best out of the two of them was much harder.

And then there were the reagents. The liver of a qi gathering cultivator of the fifth sea - a rather heartening reagent to be completely honest. There were rarely enough enemy numbers dead for that to ever be an option.

The ten-rainbow fish was a beautiful creature and those scintillating scales were hypnotic to watch, especially for a cultivator of her great realm. The first laugh of a child was also always an interesting reagent to use.

Then there were the last two reagents. She knew the elder who donated that deck and well, she would miss her now that she was gone. And the tribulation glass could only have been collected from one site to be that finely formed.

She wasn't sure if she was saddened or relieved that neither of the contestants had chosen to actively use that connection but it would certainly affect their projects one way or another and it would be something to keep in mind when she was comparing the submissions.

The first work she looked at was submitted by the pill-maker Ulysses. She recalled his work falling short the previous round but this time his work showed both skill and vision. On the face of it, the process was a simple purification and focusing of qi into different elemental pills by taking advantage of the scale's prismatic properties.

Provided they went to a cultivator of the corresponding element, they more than made up for the effort put up in the process. One of the things she was curious about was the process' future potential. There were several arrays she could think of that would make the process more efficient and well, that would be something for the junior to pursue should he wish to.

Then she turned to the submission by Mildgyo Galene. Like his last work, it showed an ambition and completeness of vision. A tribulation chamber of any type was a rare and useful treasure. It was something many sought especially in the golden devil clan that was so hated by heaven. It is a work that would almost certainly have won, if it worked.

That
was the primary trouble with judging tribulation treasures. It was hard to judge their usefulness until they were tested and at that point, one would prefer to already be confident in the usefulness of the treasure. Even if the test was successful, it was hard to attribute how much of the success was due to the one undergoing the tribulation and how much was due to the treasure.

The connection between the glass and the spade of aces almost certainly came into play here, but it was hard to say how except that it did somehow. At the end of the day, it was an impressive accomplishment and if it worked, it was the better submission. The question was if that possibility was worth the practical demonstration that Ullyses Nemo had provided.

After much deliberation, she decided to go with Ullyses Nemo as her alchemist of choice. Both of the works presented were excellent but in this moment and time, only one of them was certainly useful.

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Not sure how collaboration omakes are rewarded, but I would not mind a cultivation boost. -SnM
@Alectai : Not sure where collaborations get threadmarked.
 
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Mildgyð Galene part 6
Mildgyð Galene part 6

The trials are a very busy time. I am not a fighter, but every warm body and bit of qi that can be mustered is needed for fighting the invaders. I can't do all that much besides add my Qi and my determination to the hoplite formation, but I am assured that every little bit helps. All I can do is pour my qi into the formation and trust that my comrades know what they are doing. They seem to consider that we have won every hunting mission so far even when we were both outnumbered and the lessor in raw cultivation. Really goes to show just how much of a different teamwork makes. The 5th sea invaders do not work as a team. They have no standard techniques. No joined formations. I am certain that if I were to fight any of them one on one it would lead to my quick and certain death, but working together me and my cohort are able to scythe through them. If anything the larger groups are easier to beat because they are even less unified. When they are sure that victory is certain due to both greater numbers and cultivation their first thought seems to turn to minimizing the cost to themselves and making sure that their 'allies' have to do the brute of the work. I have actually seen invaders stab each other in the back in the midst of battle. These are the people that the heavens are on the side of?

Despite this most battles have casualties. Fortunately thanks to our blood of bronze granting increased toughness and regeneration as well as our well trained maneuvers for taking the wounded off the front these casualties are usually not fatal. And so it is after the battle that my skills become relevant again.

I was busy brewing flesh mending elixir the one potion that after a battle is always in demand and always has plentiful reagents for supply. I heard the sounds of battle from outside. I wasn't really worried. Quite a few invaders have fled from our last engagement and they often would double back after the battle hoping to get some cheap kills after their comrades have softened us up. Commander Demetrius was expecting it and had the pickets on high alert.

"It seems I was right there was a soft shelled devil in the back."

I spin a pool of liquid shadow stretched out of the floor in the shape of a man. So this is how I died to some saverger that snuck into the backline well his fellows were keeping my comrades busy. I couldn't call for help, distraction in battle is fatal. He was still talking. I didn't bother listening. I stared him in the eye readying the soul release pill in my stomach. I really don't want to die, but if the only choice is…

...Actually I have a desperate idea. The blood I am currently brewing is full of poison that I have been carefully refining to separate. It is in a very delicate state right now. I kick the caldron over and the room immediately fills with toxic smoke. As I lose consciousness I can only hope that my comrades manage to finish the battle and get to me before my skin starts sliding off. Making that soul release pill was a waste of time. There isn't ever going to be No chance of survival, just very little sometimes and I just don't have it in me to just give up when there is even a small sliver of a chance.

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@Alectai : Cultivation boost.
 
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