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

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The Turn Nine Mission Tally
There are at present, three active Missions for Turn Nine

--Song Empire (Fighting in the Great Battlefield)
--Storks (Hunting bandits and securing our new holdings for our new vassals)
--Merchants (Spying on and sabotaging Jingshen)

At present, here are the number of GSes committed to each one, for those who don't like Spreadsheeting.


Song Empire:
Foundation Establishment: Rina Callista, Ninth Prince, Aristoteles Kalokagathos
Qi Condensation: Demetrius Ceres, Maria, Wei Fang, Fierce Fang, Theoron Strophios

Storks:
Foundation Establishment: Savvas Nicolidis, Jin Muyi
Qi Condensation: Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora, Aretaphila Myia, Juturna Cerintha, Xiuying Ten Jiang, Shiro

Merchants:
Foundation Establishment: Xiao Yingzi
Qi Condensation: David Pupillus, Peta and Wajo, Zeno Angelus, Gaius Antonius

OBSERVATIONS:

Merchants needs at least one more Foundation Establishment to have a fair shot at winning, I think I heard Min was going there? But it's not on the Spreadsheet so it doesn't exist.

The Clan has Thirteen Good Seeds in the Foundation Establishment Great Realm! Of those. Six have committed to a Mission!

Merchants could use another Qi Condensation as well as another Foundation Establishment, but we're pretty close to balanced now!
 
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The Turn Nine Mission Tally
There are at present, three active Missions for Turn Nine

--Song Empire (Fighting in the Great Battlefield)
--Storks (Hunting bandits and securing our new holdings for our new vassals)
--Merchants (Spying on and sabotaging Jingshen)

At present, here are the number of GSes committed to each one, for those who don't like Spreadsheeting.


Song Empire:
Foundation Establishment: Rina Callista, Ninth Prince, Aristoteles Kalokagathos
Qi Condensation: Demetrius Ceres, Maria, Wei Fang, Fierce Fang

Storks:
Foundation Establishment: Savvas Nicolidis, Jin Muyi
Qi Condensation: Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora, Aretaphila Myia, Juturna Cerintha

Merchants:
Foundation Establishment: Xiao Yingzi
Qi Condensation: David Pupillus, Peta and Wajo, Zeno Angelus

OBSERVATIONS:

Merchants needs at least one more Foundation Establishment to have a fair shot at winning, I think I heard Min was going there? But it's not on the Spreadsheet so it doesn't exist.

The Clan has Thirteen Good Seeds in the Foundation Establishment Great Realm! Of those. Six have committed to a Mission!
I notice my good seed, Theoron, is not currently participating in the Song mission despite my wanting him too. I mentioned in my omake, but is there another step I need to do
 
You talk to one of the collaborators and get yourself tagged.

So, me. I'll go do that right now.
I do hate to be a bother, but looking at the spreadsheet I noticed you updated the mission, but do not have my requested omake bonus.

This is the omake for this turn.
Theoron Strophios: Goals

A combination of bright sunlight and the wagon hitting a rough patch of road finally brought Theoron out of the half slumber he had sunk into. Blinking the sleep from his eyes he shifted his posture, working his sheath into a more comfortable position. Getting to Song would require haste, but this was wrong. Haste makes waste after all, and wasting precious array materials would be a disaster. So Theoron rode with other cultivators of the Qi Condensation realm, along a safe, slow, and boring route. It had only been less than a day, but Theoron could already feel his hands wanting to vibrate with energy, with the urge to act.

Waking up had the effect of interrupting the low susurrus of the wagon. One of the others turned towards him, short brown hair cut short with piercing green eyes, smiled and shuffled over.

"Finally awake I see." He said. "Name's Vlassis. Didn't get a chance for a greeting before you fell asleep."

"Nice to meet you. Name's Theoron."

Vlassis grinned, full of joy. "Glad to get your name. Now we've been talking," he gestured towards the rest of the cultivators in the wagon, who nodded in turn, "about why we are all going to the Great Battlefield. Mine's that I am hoping to see Rina Callista, or any of Indomitable really. So how about you?"

Nodding, like it was perfectly normal to head to one of the most dangerous places in the region in the hope of seeing someone, Theoron answered.

"I want a fight."

Vlassis frowned, but Theoron continued.

"I've fought Blood Path bandits all my years as a cultivator. Hunting them down in endless dunes, rocky canyons, near the great trade lanes, in nameless wastes. Now though, I need stronger enemies if I want to hone my blade. Cowardly dogs can only sharpen my blade so much, so I march to the Great Battlefield."

"I see, I see. Well, I am sure that you will get your fill of combat in the Great Battlefield, it never ends after all!" Vlassis chuckled at his own attempt of humor, but his frown only lessened, it didn't disappear, as if traveling to the greatest battlefield in the region looking to fight was unnerving somehow.

Theoron didn't mind. Instead he turned his head and studied the horizon, and Vlassis shuffled back to resume his previous conversations. Theoron had answered the question, if perhaps not in the fullness of truth. Battle was the surest way to get stronger, the Song of Steel made sure of that, and now that he had a goal to strive for he would need all the strength he could get.

For nearly a hundred year Theoron had challenged blood path bandits. Camp after camp after camp had broken before his blade. Still every time he rested more would sprout into existence. More farms were burnt, more sisters were stolen into the night, more families were broken.

It was after two years, rushing from mission to mission, subsisting only the qi his blade could gather from his battles and finally collapsing that his elders finally stepped in. Barred from missions and ordered to rest in the city Theoron had slunk deep into the bowels of libraries, seeking solace in the myths and legends of great heroes. There, by flickering candle light, he found purpose.

Emerging a year later with the seed of an idea burned into his bones, Theoron gathered strength, finally reaching the 10th heavenstage. Now he walked into the Great Battlefield, sword held steady. Ready to refine his blade and cut.

After all, if a single man could force the world to accept a Path with his Dao, then a single man could cut free a Path from the world.

A.N.
Shorter than my normal count, but now that I have a clear goal in mind for Theoron I hope I will be able to write more about him. The idea for cutting free a Path from the world came to me after reading about the history of the third sea and why it's the weakest. Pretty crazy idea, but hey this is Xianxia after all.

+1 impact for the omake bonus please. Also please mark Theoron Strophios as heading off on the Song Empire mission.

Pinging @Alectai
 
I'm sure I mention I wanted Magnus to go to Song to test his new poison, but I guess protecting some merchants would be a good way to find interesting things along the road, Magnus is smoozing with merchants to get more backing for his base
 
Gaius Antonius 30 - Testing, Testing
Gaius Antonius Omake #30: Testing, Testing

In Gaius' apartment, one can now find a wide variety of notebooks and scrolls on an endless variety of topics. Some were things he purchased, but many are ones he has written himself. Endless stacks of philosophical musings make up a significant fraction of these texts, but others simply arised from the man's desire to record notable findings constantly.

Lately, a new book has been filling up; one filled with the findings of endless research on his incredibly useful new technique, obtained so miraculously that it was practically a blessing.

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The Earth-Gliding Technique is incredibly powerful, and grants me an immeasurable combat advantage in the desert. However, I must not become complacent and rely on this ability without fully understanding its limitations. It must become as firmly understood as any other part of my arsenal, so as to properly understand its underlying principles and further evolve the Aegis.

Here I shall document various miscellaneous findings related to the technique:

-The Elders have forbidden me from Earth-Gliding beneath the Dawn Fortress after I destroyed a vacuum tube and put several hundred Contribution Board terminals out of comission. I worry for the state of our network if destroying just one tube could cause that much damage; that seems like a serious structural weakness.

-The walls around the Fortress go far deeper than I thought they did. I can't safely go through them while staying within my safe maximum depth.

-I must remember that mortals cannot sense my presence spiritually, so the surprise of me bursting out through the ground near one can startle them immensely.

-Qi pulses are fantastic for avoiding barriers too solid for me to burrow through, but it is less useful for finding liquids, as I discovered when I found myself in a lake. I must discover a solution to this.


-The technique can be disrupted if I am struck hard enough to scramble my qi flow and dissipate the Aegis field. This is of course very dangerous if the enemy has a way to hit me while I'm still underground.

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Day one of Earth-Gliding testing has begun. The first order of business is to determine the limits of what this form of ambulation can and cannot move through.

"Alright, let's do this." Gaius declared, wrapping the Aegis around himself and preparing to vibrate into the sand. "Acestes, let's check the parameters one more time."

Acestes nervously rifled through his notes with the air of someone about to do something stupid but unwilling to speak up about it. "Y-yes, let's! Um... 'the test subject shall complete four underground thousand-meter dashes. The first shall be pure sand, with all larger stones filtered out with Earth techniques. The second shall be the control group, being sand with a low mineral concentration. The third shall be sand found to have a moderate level of mineral concentration. The fourth shall be an artificial mixture of one part sand and one part gravel.'"

Indeed, the four tracks had already been prepared ahead of time. A somewhat costly expenditure for someone in Qi Condensation, but this would be worth it. Far from a frivolous game, it was important for Gaius to know exactly how fast he could go under different kinds of conditions, so as to not miscalculate in the heat of battle.

The first went very smoothly, as Gaius expected. The second was much the same, and strangely the time was almost identical to the first. Perhaps the greater density increased his drag but also gave him more to push off of? The same could not be said for the third, which slowed Gaius down a little bit. Oh, he was still extremely fast, but he lost a few tenths of a second, which was good to know.

The fourth track was a lot more problematic, to say the least. Gaius did not emerge from the ground at the end of the track, but another thousand meters later, not to mention several hundred off to the side, where he lay mostly unmoving for a while. Acestes took off toward his Senior as fast as he could, and arrived to find Gaius bleeding from the head in multiple places and looking rather delirious.

"Track number four... no time. One half gravel... too much." Gaius slurred out before slumping over unconscious.

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Day ten of Earth-Gliding testing. Today I shall be testing how much launching power I can achieve with the help of the earth. Depending on how much force I can generate and how far I can leap, I could develop any number of new combat strategies.

"Alright, Acestes! Do you have the ropes all attached?" Gaius asked, stretching his body in all sorts of impressive ways to limber up for the coming exertion.

"I think so..." Acestes said, hammering a metal loop into the dirt. This little contraption was made up of rope, run through some metal loops nailed into the ground, painted in different colors to mark distance and attached to Gaius' back via a harness. "We should be able to measure your launch height with a margin of error of one foot."

"That's good. We should be able to get through all of the tests without having to recalibrate anything." Gaius muttered to himself and nodded. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, but... Are you sure about this, Senior?" The mousey boy asked tentatively? "It seems like you could easily break your legs."

"I should be okay, I've spent the past few days getting the timing down. I should be able to dive just as I hit the ground." Gaius explained, jumping a few feet and then sinking down to his knees as a demonstration. "Now, let us begin."

With that settled, Gaius began to use his repulsion to launch himself out of the ground and into the air. As expected, the farther down he began his acceleration from, the greater the launch height he could achieve. Soon, The Seeker was leaping in and out of the ground like a dolphin in the sea, attaining greater elevation each time. Twenty feet, thirty feet, fourty feet - what seemed like more than enough rope at the start was quickly turning out to be inadequate. Acestes wished to abort the procedure, but he knew that his Senior greatly desired a "pure" experiment, so he meekly remained silent.

Suddenly, there was a sudden and intense tug, as the rope finally ran out. The force of Gaius' ascent tore one of the metal stakes out but not the other. He tried to turn his body to orient his legs toward the ground, but only ended up wrapping the rope around his own limbs. Tied up as he was, Gaius was powerless to prevent himself from being violently yanked back to the ground at high speed. This time, his shield timing was not correct.

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Day twenty-five of Earth-Gliding testing. Though I have put my technique through many rigorous experiments, there is one aspect which I have not yet explored: depth. The reasons for this should be obvious; if I dive too deep, I risk losing track of which way is up, and entombing myself beneath the earth. Thus, I have never dived lower than fifteen feet, a depth at which I can feel the vibrations of the surface without difficulty.

Still, if I'm unwilling to take risks that I will never get anywhere in this world. It's time to do more tests.


"That went poorly."

"Oh, you think so?" Acestes drawled, caked head to toe in wet sand.

"I could not have known that would happen, alright? I'm going to make some adjustments next time, and I'll raise your pay." Gaius's eyebrows craned upwards in an apologetic expression. "Expanding the size of the repelling field is a no-go, so next time I'll try pulsating it in time with the detection pulse."

"Adjustments... by which you mean you'll make me be a research assistant again." Gaius' Junior stared off into the distance, not looking at anything in particular. For a moment it seemed the lowly Legionairre would finally work up the confidence to stand up to his Senior... but then he deflated. The legendary Free Shit Technique was just too powerful; Acestes couldn't escape its grasp.

Another thing from the backlog that I vomited out and didn't entirely finish, which has now finally been completed. I wanted this one to be longer and have sort of a Mythbusters feeling to it, but I couldn't think of enough jokes and I didn't want it to drag on.
 
Yan - Ambush from beneath the sands
Yan 10 - ambush from beneath the sands (1,151 words)

If there was one thing that Yan learned over his long life, it was that being submerged beneath the sands of the desert was a boring and uncomfortable experience, an experience that he found himself experiencing more and more as the years passed on.

upon this day Yan was waiting with anticipation, for the last three days Yan laid there beneath the sands of the desert in absolute stillness, using powerful techniques to blend into the surrounding sands, his heart had long stopped beating, his lungs have long stopped breathing, his body laid there beneath the desert with nary a sound nor movement, waiting.

But on this day the pray Yan had his sight on had arrived, he could feel their feet touching the sands, he could taste their essence dissipating into the desert, they were former blood cannibal cultivators –all thirty-two of them- he has spotted them while running his patrol route, quite clearly heading in the direction of the stork clan's caravans and obviously intending to raid them, and so Yan has decided to stop them.

Normally he would attract a powerful spirit beast and lead it to their camp to soften them before attacking himself and finishing the survivors but that course of action was unatonable this time and the reason for that was the strong essence that tasted of blood and flesh, a foundation establishment expert.

Any beast that Yan could safely bait into the group will be slaughtered by the foundation establishment expert and as such more drastic masseurs were needed to be taken, mainly submerging himself beneath the sands to more effectively hide while he waited for the group to get into position.

And soon his time of waiting would come to an end as Yan could feel the bandits reaching his positon, sweat that was not sweat began to cover his skin as he draws himself into a deeper death like death for he that to be discovered now almost certainly meant his death.

Soon enough Yan felt the vibrations of feet on the sands above him and tasting the essence of qi condensation experts he ignored them, his attention was focused on the essence of the foundation establishment expert as he got closer.

With each step that brought the expert closer, Yan readied his body to the onslaught of power that would flow through his veins when he closed his trap fully aware that his chances of detection were increasing by the second but he had no true choice for he needed his body at his absolute peek to be able to achieve what he had in mind.

As Yan was waking up from his death like sleep the foundation establishment got closer and closer, close enough for Yan to taste the death and destruction in his essence but not yet close enough.

The expert took two more steps forward –now close enough for Yan to feel his individuals steps upon the sand-.

Closer.

he took one more step.

Closer.

And another.

Not there yet.

And another.

Almost there.

As Yan put his utmost focus on the foundation establishment expert he almost missed the taste of alertness in the essence of a qi condensation expert walking next to foundation establishment expert and only his vast experience allowed him to detect the qi sinking into the ground searching for unseen dangers.

A ninth qi condensation expert by the teste of it, Yan thought with keen senses too considering he was able to detect something is amiss.

The qi sinking into the sands was not the unfocused qi of someone searching for general threats but focused qi searching for something that its user knows is there but can't seem to find.

Normally on getting this close to detection Yan would abort the mission but he could not retreat and considering how the qi sinking into the sand was specifically searching for him it was only a time until he found out, so he led the searching qi in a well trodden dance, he lead the searching qi through the sands hiding his own an only living enough bread crumbs to mislead and misdirect, all the while the group continued their way forward ignorant of the danger below.

But can only hide for so long from a detriment search and Yan could taste the qi condensation expert essence shift from alertness to alarmed as his qi was caught Yans, unfortunately for him by the time he found Yan all the pieces were in place for Yan to make his move.

In one moment there was silence above the sand, in the next there was a cacophony of rushing air surprised screams as Yan bursted out of the sands spending qi like water in order to temporarily move in a speed comparable to those of foundation establishment.

In a split second Yan appraised the position of all the combatants in the field, the foundation establishment expert was a few centimeters away from where would be optimal but it didn't matter in the big picture.

Less than a second later his metal arm was on its way to shatter the foundation establishment skull.

But the gap between those of qi condensation and those of foundation establishment was not to be underestimated and not so easily bridged even when using surprise and speed comparable to those of the foundation establishment against an inexperienced expert and Yans attack was blocked.

Fortunately for Yan he fully expected his first attack to be blocked so he used it as a diversion, his real attack was a poison coted dagger snaking its way around the expert defenses unnoticed like a scorpion stinger aiming for his heart.

A second later the foundation establishment expert was dead with a dagger in his heart and the high grad foundation establishment nightshade poison having done its work.

Holding the body of the deceased foundation establishment expert Yan spined away from the jin of the qi condensation expert that found his presence.

Using the momentum from the spin, Yan bent beneath the jin of another expert and without slowing down he jumped into the shoulder of a third qi condensation expert, using his memory of the battlefield Yan threw the body of the deceased foundation establishment expert in the general direction of his target –a fourth havenstage qi condensation expert- before jumping as far as he can into the air and into the waiting talons of quillstream.

Yan smiled to himself as looked back on the free for all melee he started, it never got old seeing blood path users –especially former cannibals- turning on one another in order to claim a prize, he would just need to make sure to kill the winner of the melee if he didn't die to a tribulation and then he could return to the temporary legion headquarters and make sure he wasn't reported dead because of some stupid paperwork demon… again.
 
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David Pupillus 5 - Fetch Quest
The Misadventures of David!
part 5
turn 9 supplemental
Fetch Quest (1349)
It has been 10 years since I reached the territories of the Golden Devil Clan.

The caravan from Azure Tide city thankfully got through the Colossus Footsteps Pass without any mayor trouble, just some scavenging beasts tried their luck and were promptly beaten back.

With continued training I have managed to step into the third heaven stage of Qi Condensation in just four and a half year, and, although I could have left it a bit earlier than average, I decided to stay in it a bit longer, opening and then, slowly strengthening all of them. Though, nothing out of the ordinary. Although, it did stretch the time spent in it a bit longer than seven and half years. But it was worth it!And I soared to the fourth one in the last 2 and half! Even managed to get an estimate from a doctor about my new body, it's around thirty three years old. Better still, there wasn't any illness remaining that the act of cultivation didn't heal!

The clan didn't bother making life hard for independent cultivators, which was great, but they didn't embrace them as if they are long lost relatives, due to the curses heaped by the heavens and the general opportunism of the barbarians. The Job offers were still a welcome thing, if a bit annoying in that they were mostly the ones legionaries could pass out for others without going against regulations or from other travelers, sometime from people living in the way castles. Mostly errand runs for simple luxuries, carrying some message or taking care of minor pests in and around the way castles of the scorpion road or join another caravan as an additional escort.

I did, however, managed to get that the infusion of the blood of bronze will take some work, as it is not given lightly, for the simple reason that the blood of bronze is valuable, and usually some of the bigger families just use the method to strengthen their promising young. Though, if you make a consistent contribution and become part of the clan or become close friends to one of the big families, its possible to get the infusion of the bloodline, as a gift. But the second option is not guaranteed.

I would need to get a lot stronger than I am now, though, to ask for that. After all, why would they give it out to some random wandering cultivator in Qi Condensation, just because he worked for a decade for the clan, when the lifespan of cultivators are measured in the hundreds?

So, why I'm here, running in the middle of this scorpion infested desert. Alone. Because, of course, nobody wanted to search for some kid's cat that ran out from the way castle. Nobody sane, that is… Might need to get checked with a doctor again….



This day started so peacefully though…. So, why did I decide to do this, again?

I was just halfway through checking some of my contacts to see if they had anything worth doing when I noticed a servant in relatively good clothes with a big rack of pamphlets putting one on a message board. The man was above average in height, with brown hair and eyes, with an expression of inevitable defeat. It was just too unusual in the way castle of Thrake.

I just couldn't help and stop.

Sure, he was a mortal servant, but he looked healthy, and even his clothes were better than some of the other passerbies who were not servants. Yet, he wore an expression like a man waiting for his execution.

So, I went and asked whats the problem was. He didn't wanted to tell me at firsts, because it was not a concern a mighty cultivator should deal with, but after a bit of small talk he finally told me that the young master of the house he works for has a pet that vanished from the house, but the tracking talisman shows its not even in the way castle, but outside of it and, for some reason, it crossed the scorpion road and is heading towards the Nascent's Fall.

So, here I'm, following the route from Thrake to the craters, trying to catch up to the caravan delivering supplies to the legions garrisoned there. At least, I hope its a caravan and not a damn scorpion that took that cat to its nest as snack. The array the family gave should detect if its still alive, not just its approximate distance and direction.

Considering the pet left the way castle yesterday, the - hopefully - caravan shouldn't be too far away if I keep running. Better get to them before they reach those craters or this will take a lot longer than I would like.

As I was speeding down the road, I notice that there was two white blots ahead of me. I don't remember there being any rest post mentioned on this supply route so unless that the caravan… Ah, nope. The tracker says its still to far away. Then its most likely some desert beasts.

I slow my pace as I near them, both out of caution and to better inspect them. Ah, there it is, a scorpion's tail. So, white scorpions huh? Spirit Scorpions are common on the southern part, near the cannibals territory from what I heard and there isn't that many white scorpions in the desert if I remember the records right. Bone Scorpions perhaps? They were named so because their carapace is as white as the sun bleached bones scattered in the desert and they prefer to snack on said bones or the exoskeleton of other insects of the desert. Its also good material for armor plates, shields or sturdy furniture. But they don't usually come so far south nor in so small numbers from what I heard. Did they wandered away from their pack?

As I near them, I notice there is a third shape on the road between them, sitting on something and… cooking?

As I approach the group the the scorpions start clicking their white claws and mandibles causing the person on the road to straighten and look over their shoulder.

"Halt there, traveler! You are heading to restricted territory." Said the man with the scorpions.

I look at the tracker and see it's still not far enough to reach the craters. Looking up to the soldier, for he is wearing the armor of the clan, now that I'm close enough to see it, I stop. I deliberate what to say for a moment, but decide to be honest, is there isn't anything I need to hide.

"Good day, honored soldier!" I say, bowing for him. "My name is David Pupillus and I'm on an errand, tracking a run away cat that must have sneaked on one of the carts of the supply caravan heading towards Nascent's Fall! If I counted right, I will catch up with it well before they reach the craters! I have a tracking talisman as well, if you wish to check?" I ask, showing him the compass like talisman, still bowing.

"We will see. Throw the talisman and stay there. Oh, you can straighten too." said the soldier, catching the talisman I threw while doing as he said.

After a brief look, he took out a small stack of papers and a pen from one of his pockets, wrote something made a messenger crane from it."Come, join me, it will take some time to get an answer." And with that, he sits back down.

I eye the scorpions and they return it, the one on the left even chittering something.

"Ah, don't mind them, they are my Scorpions, and they wont bite… unless I say so, heh." The soldier declares, not even looking back, just waving his hands.

I slowly go to the soldier and we talk while we wait.

Around a half hour later comes fluttering our reply, which he grabs.

"We found the cat, it was trying to get into our meat supply." He says, shaking his head, and I could hear the amusement in his voice. "A legionary should be here in a hour or so."
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I kinda struggled with this one, its started as a training scene then, become a fetch quest....and i kinda lost the flow ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
@no. @Humbaba @TehChron @Alectai
 
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Gaius Antonius 31 - Dude, Who Stole My Node?
Gaius Antonius Omake # 31: Dude, Who Stole My Node?

Once, whilst on his way to join Jin Muyi's troops in the Xin Kingdom, Gaius was sent on a retrieval mission of vital importance. Time was of the essence; moving troops around to put together the ideal team was not an option, so the fastest scouts in the fortress he had been passing through were thrown together and sent on their way, with Gaius himself being appointed the leader of this squad of people he didn't know at all.

It was four days into the mission that Gaius decided he did not like leading troops. Ten times the people meant ten times the human error; it meant less efficiency, more emergencies, more moving parts to every situation. Obviously lots of operations required teams, or squads, or whole armies to complete. Gaius had no beef with those; he just didn't want to be in charge of them.

Of course, there was also the matter of the uniforms. Smaller strike teams tended to just dress however they wanted and address each other by name, but operations on the squad level required Legionnaires to all wear the standard lamellar armor of their Centuria(or in this case, the Centuria that pressed them into service) so as to distinguish each other at a glance. This would not be such a problem if Gaius didn't have the proportions of a fucking stick bug, but he did, and that meant any garment with the word "standard" attached didn't fit him. He was given the largest set they had on hand, which was then tightened to fit his frame, and the result made him look a bit like a scarecrow. Even the helmet didn't agree with him; his hair bunched up inside, sometimes falling over his face and obscuring his vision.

It also couldn't be avoided that most of these soldiers under Gaius' command were older than him. As a Ninth Heavenstage Cultivator, he had the right to lead a Decarches, but he wasn't exactly experienced in military action. This phenomenon was an unfortunate fact of life, as those with higher levels of cultivation could move, think and react faster, and thus coordinate troops in response to threats on a higher level than an officer of lower cultivation could. Still, he could feel the eyes of those less fortunate and less gifted than him, boring into his back, challenging him to prove himself.

The destination was a small oasis to the northwest; they would intercept the target there, using their horses to outmaneuver and flank the enemy, surround them, wear them down if need be, then take back the objective. If they couldn't get it back, destroying it was also acceptable. That Glass Spear Targeting Module, a single-use charm given to Centurions for expeditions outside the Clan's borders, was essentially a portable node for the Shattering Glass Spear Array; a powerful last resort, but even more valuable to the Clan's enemies, as an intact one could be used to reverse-engineer the Array and develop defenses against it.

Hooves thundered across the sand as the group of soldiers kicked up a sizeable cloud in their wake. Subtlety was out of the question here, there was simply no time. These thieves had to be stopped before they could hand off the package to anyone, by any means necessary. As this velocity, with the whistling of the wind and the pounding hoofbeats, all conversation had to be shouted. "So, who do you figure these fuckers are working for? They seem pretty good." One gruff-voiced man whose name Gaius couldn't remember pondered.

"Gotta be Jingshen, right? Mercenaries don't like the Blood Cannibals much, and the Devil Bees are too distracted with their own shit right now." A woman - her name was Iris, right? - spoke up in response.

"I'm not so sure, plenty of petty Devil Bee Elders could have hired these guys, and Jingshen usually isn't this bold." Another man offered.

Gaius wasn't sure if they were supposed to gossip like that without his permission. Was he supposed to get them in line here? Or would that be overstepping his authority? Maybe he was technically supposed to do it, but would be looked at as a neurotic control freak if is did. On the other hand, if he let too many things slide they might end up disregarding his authority...

"Everything alright, Sir?" Another soldier asked him with a slightly concerned look. Who was that one?

"Er, yes. Just... thinking. About... traps they might have set." He said, doing his best to look stoic and in-control and other things officers were supposed to be.

"Traps, sir?" someone else said, pulling up on Gaius' other side. "What do you mean traps? They're on the move, in the desert. How would they set traps?" This one, a stocky man with close-cut hair and a square jaw, Gaius knew. His name was Petros, and back at the fort he hadn't seemed particularly enthused to be assigned to a superior half his age, just because said superior had two Heavenstages on him.

It was a common sight; the border between the Seventh and Eighth Heavenstages was a common bottleneck, resulting in tens of thousands of Legionnaires trapped a single Heavenstage beneath the strength needed to command. In a lesser sect or clan, they might have held power, but amongst the Devils, only the Eighth Heavenstage and above could command even one squad. No wonder Petros had a chip on his shoulder, seeing someone who had effortlessly pushed through what to him was an unsurpassable wall.

Still, undermining him at a time like this... wasn't this a little too much? "I meant automatic defenses, Junior." He said with a glare, trying his best to be intimidating. "These aren't petty bandits, they're clearly professionals. They might have treasures that seek out pursuers on their own."

Petros twitched and looked like he wanted to say more, but restrained himself. His fellow soldiers looked on warily, concerned by the near-defiance. "Thank you, Sir. I understand." the Legionnaire said, with just a touch of venom in his words.

Gaius' hands clenched tighter around the reins. That asshole knew exactly what he was doing; this was a crucial mission in which speed was of the essence. It wasn't like Gaius could stop to scold a subordinate in the middle of things. Now he would look weak in front of soldiers who already didn't seem to have that much respect for him. Was this intentional? Did Petros wish to sabotage the mission for some reason? No, obviously not, Gaius thought to himself. The stress was just getting to them all.

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It wasn't long before their quarry was within sight. Through the heat haze, distant blobs of color slowly morphed into concrete shapes. Blue-clad warriors, thirteen in number, riding Six-Legged Camels. One figure in the center had a cube of enchanted brass, two feet on each side, tied to his back; that was the module. It wasn't long before their targets saw the pursuers and increased their speed, but they would not be winning this race - the squad's own spirit horses were picked out for their speed. They couldn't keep moving nearly as long as a camel, but a few hours was all they needed.

The chase continued at the expected pace, and soon they were close enough that several of the Legionnaires had drawn greatbows and began firing at the mercenaries, harrying them and wearing them out. When the distance closed to one mile, the group split into two, one on either side. Soon enough they were nearing half a mile and preparing to encircle. The mercenaries fired back, but neither group took more than glancing wounds.

Soon enough, the signal was given, sunlight reflected off a tiny mirror to alert the other group. Two teams of five was a somewhat low number for this trick, but amongst a squad of the most examplary scouts it was sufficient. As one, five soldiers leapt from their steeds, forming the Kataphraktoi Formation before they hit the ground. Twin silhouettes of charging mounted warriors enclosed on the thieves, one on each side. Huge, deadly lances prepared to strike home and shed blood. A circular barrier of flame was raised, but these petty sparks were not enough; the lances smashed through without stopping.

But then - a fatal misstep, a misalignment in the angle of attack, was all that it took. Between the two lances was a small gap, about five feet wide. With inhuman synchronicity, the strange team flowed like water in between the two attacks, causing both of them to miss every single rider.

Their momentum expended, the two Kataphractoi slowly came to a stop in either direction as the mercenaries quickly rebuilt the distance. Gaius' squad scrambled to group up, but it was an arduous and disorganized effort, costing them even more ground.

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"That was a disaster, Sir." Petros said, scowling. "...but I don't know what we could have done. How did they move like that?"

Murmurs and unease spread quickly through the squad, and Gaius could practically feel morale dropping by the second. After all, if they could be evaded like that, what chance did they have to run the mercs down?

There was a ray of hope though, something Gaius had picked up on in that instant. He wasn't completely sure about what he'd seen... if he got it wrong again these Legionnaires might just revolt or something.

...ah, damn it all! If there was no other option, then there was nothing to consider. He raised his hand, and the squad quieted down. "I think I know how they did it. The man in the center raised some kind of cloth, and they moved in response to that."

Iris let out a thoughtful hmm. "You're saying they drilled mounted formations? Er, the shapes they move in, not the techniques."

"That's the secret; they didn't all individually plan out that dodge - they just did something they practiced until it's reflex." Gaius nodded to himself, more confident in his conclusion now that he'd said it out loud.

"Well if that's true, Sir, what do we do about it?" Petros asked, most of the edge taken out of his voice for now.

Gaius threw together the least terrible of several ideas as the distance between the two teams began to close again. The horses couldn't maintain this top speed for too much longer; this might be the squad's last chance. "We try the charge again, this time one bigger Kataphraktoi. Throw me at the leader and I'll take him out before he can signal."

There was nothing more to say. The squad broke in two again, this time into seven and three. In the larger group, qi once again solidified around them in large quantities as the projection of the mounted warrior began to form.

As the enemy group focused their attention on the flashy sight, the two burliest Legionnaires pulled Gaius off his horse and held his body between them. With a mighty heave, they flung The Seeker through the air, with a trajectory that would have him perfectly intercept the leader.

This time, he didn't miss.

Perhaps due to a flash of instinct, the leader drew a sword and turned to attack Gaius at the moment of impact. He dodged the mercenary's stab by an incredibly close call, his enemy's blade ripping open his cheek as his own plunged through the man's chest. In that same moment, the momentum knocked both men to the ground; Gaius was left behind by the galloping steeds. Not that this mattered, for the damage was done.

Down their leader, the mercenary team could no longer react in time to avoid the Kataphaktoi as one. Several were killed instantly, and the rest were scattered apart by the massive impact. From there, half were rounded up, including the one holding the node, and the others escaped.

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Gaius call out enthusiastically as he caught up with his squad - and for a moment, he wondered when he started thinking of these strangers as 'his squad'. As unenthusiastic as he was about command, The Seeker could not help but feel a powerful pang of joy at the sight of forces he had commanded seizing victory.

The tension that had been previously building seemed to have deflated for the most part. The others all congratulated Gaius and each other on his success.

"That went better than expected, all things considered." Petros said. Gaius figured that was probably the most he would ever get out of the guy, and responded with a smile and a nod.

"Should we go after the rest, Sir?" another Legionnaire asked.

Gaius gave that a few seconds of thought - given how fast the remaining quarries were moving, that was all the time they had. "No. Not while we're carrying something this valuable. We're bringing it back to the fort as soon as possible, and we're staying together to keep it safe."

And so the ten of them headed back the way they came with a few prisoners and their objective in tow. This was a minor event, not one worth remembering for the most part, but no one forgets their first time in command.

Another relatively simple vignette. A few more omakes and I'll finally be able to stop the daily posting and work on my current project, a longer storyline.
 
Jin Muyi 27 - The Stranger and The Great Conspiracy
Jin Muyi:____________The Stranger and The Great Conspiracy___________

It was the greatest upheaval not just in living memory but also in Desert History.
The Blood Cannibals removed as a power of the Desert, their lands divided and portioned off to the Golden Devils and their ilk,
Old Cannibal being forced to flee the desert and into other areas to re-carve his kingdom of blood and corpses.
Forbidden lands which had only known the presence of Blood path cultivators turned to lands of treasure and fortune,
it's past threats ensuring the bounty within ripe for anyone to discover and prosper.

Amidst the chaos of the frontier, a Qi weapon soon made itself known to the World. The Six Shot Scabbard,
a artifact that allowed any Cultivator to convert and store their Qi in the form of Sword or Saber Qi and launch it any foe.
None knew it's creator, only that it could be purchased from any merchant and that all who could afford it would purchase it.
And as the Scabbards spread among the Cultivators of this Wildlands, so to did the violence and the bloodshed. For if any movement could launch a burst of Sword Qi, sometimes the only way to survive would be to shoot first at any movement...

"Help bring Law and Order to the area he says. I only need your knowledge of the area, no harm will come to you he says. No harm comes to me? MY FOOT!" Cursing out loud at the shootout he found himself in, Gu Jian let out a yelp of surprise as he felt burst after burst of Saber QI slash at the rock he was taking cover at. A quick peek only revealed his companion being in a similar situation, with the only difference being the Stranger's actions of firing back with his own Scabbard.

And just like what he observed before, the Stranger's Scabbard launched bursts of Qi that seemed to pierce through all cover, turning the unfortunate souls behind it into a mangled mess. Gritting his teeth, Gu Jian gripped his own SixShots tightly and launched his own bursts of Sword Qi in a attempt to force the Xia Xian Raiders into cover and thus easy pickings for the Stranger.

I knew i should have left the Stranger in prison! Curse my curiosity and my Greed!

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Gu Jian found himself puffing up with pride as he swaggered down the central street of the town and watched how everyone made way for him to pass. This was something that he would never have thought could happen to him even when he was living in a Qi Rich area like the Plains.

Who would have thought that i could reach such heights when i left the Plains to seek my fortune here? Sure i might not have struck it rich, but being a sheriff deputy of this here town isn't bad at all!

Nodding nonchalantly to the calls of "Deputy Sheriff", Gu Jian made his way to the tavern ready to execute the orders the Sheriff had given him. Pushing open the doors, Gu Jian ignored the reflexive twitches of hands darting to their waists sure in the knowledge that none would dare to fire a shot at him. The Deputy Sheriff Band on his right arm was not just a symbol of authority, it was also tied to the Town's wards and would launch swift and deadly retribution at any who dared to attack him.

"Alright, we got reports of a Stranger riding into town and disturbing our fine tax paying merchants with his questions. Now i know most of you here scum got the good sense not to do that. So i'm gonna give it till the count of 3 to turnover the one that did that before things get ugly. One. Two. Thre-"

"I'm here Sir. i'll come quietly."

"Huh. This is the first time this actually worked and i didn't need to have a shootout. Well alright, come with me and i'll tell the Sheriff you came along quietly. You probably just spend a night or two in the cells."

*Two hours later

"So seeing as i've got the task to watch over you till you can be released, why don't you tell me why you were going around disturbing our nice merchants? Don't you know we're one of the few towns that are allowed to produced the Scabbards for sale? Why in tarnation would you ask them where the SixShots came from and if they have any ties to the Xie Xian Raiders?"

The Stranger gave a flat stare at Gu Jian from within his cell before giving a low sigh and getting up from his meditative pose while pulling out a long cigar that lit up with a small flare of Qi.

"I might as well tell you since you're going to be a target as well."

"A Targ-"

"Yes, a target. You know that the Golden Devils are the overlords of this region now? Well, while they might be busy with other affairs, they do keep an eye out on all their lands. And the sheer number of deaths and fights caused by the Scabbards have caught their attention. So, they sent ME to investigate where these Scabbards came from."

The sudden switch in behavior from the Stranger caught Gu Jian by surprise. When he had first bought him in from the Tavern, the man sounded like a weak scholar who was driven by curiosity about the Scabbards, but now the man sounded like raspy steel. A Hard man to who death and destruction was nothing new. A impression not helped by the smoke puffing out from his cigar, the smell sending his head reeling with the fumes. That more then anything lend weight to his claim of being from the Golden Devils.

"I..I don't understand? What do you mean a target? And if you are dispatched by the Golden Devils, why not inform the Mayor and the Sheriff of your status? There's no way they can deny the Golden Devils the knowledge on how to make the Scabbards??"

"Don't be naive. There is no way such a well-designed Qi artifact can be made here. This region is heavy with blood Qi which contaminates anything produced here with it. Yet, the SixShots are pristine, the arrays within carved in a region where Qi is everywhere. In the desert, this arrays won't last more then a year or two before degrading into uselessness. They're being smuggled here from the Plains for sale, Why is the question that needs answering.

Who do you think i made myself so obvious? The masterminds behind this cannot let me leave with my questions, it'll draw scrutiny on them. They have to silence me and what better way then to stage it as a prison breakout gone wrong with the tragic death of the Deputy Sheriff Gu Jian as the finishing touch?"

The cold matter-of-fact manner the Stranger described what would happen while gesturing with his lit cigar sent shivers down Gu Jian's spine. It all sounded incredibly, terribly likely and would explain why tonight of all nights he was the only one guarding the prison instead of the usual night watch of three.

"What...What should i do? If what you say is right, i'm dead no matter what. They'll silence me!"

"The way i see it, you got two choices. One, you flee now and change your name. Leave the frontier and go back to the plains and live a nice quiet life if the war in there doesn't consume you. Two, if you help me out, i'll put in a good word with the Golden Devils and you might get a greater position depending on how much you help me."

"Wait wait wait. Won't I be riding into danger if you're confronting this conspiracy head-on? That's just another way to seek death!"

"Oh relax. I don't need you in a fight. I just need your knowledge of the area to help bring Law and Order to the frontier, no harm will come to you."

The low expectations the Stranger had for him sent a surge of relief through Gu Jian's body. That didn't sound so hard, if the Stranger succeeded the least he would get would be his current position. If the Stranger failed, he could still ride out of Town and head towards the Plains. It was the best of both worlds really!

"I can do that! What do you need me to do?"

"Alright then. First thing would be to get me one of the spare SixShots lying around. Preferably one that is small enough to conceal. The plan would be to pretend to not to know anything and let them in. Shoot them the moment i do, they won't target you till they finish with me. Or don't. I can handle them on my own. Regardless of what you choose, It'll probably be best if you position yourself somewhere where there is cover. "


*Many Hours lat- Okay, it's just some time at Night.

The sound of footsteps woke Gu Jian from his doze. Throwing a quick, panicked glance at the Stranger sleeping in his cell, Gu Jian mustered his nerve and all his acting skill and strode out to meet them.

" Halt! Who comes to the Jail? This is the middle of the night!"

"Ah! Deputy Sheriff Gu Jian! We come from the Mayor, there's some questions we need to ask our Guest. Here are orders to let us pass." Withdrawing a scroll from a hidden pocket, the leader of the group of cloaked men handed it over with a light toss before brushing past him with his posse as Gu Jian scrambled to catch the scroll.

Dashing behind the group, Gu Jian gripped his personalized Scabbard tightly with his right hand while his left hand positioned itself just above the hilt of the shortsword he kept on his left. Yet even that simple act was enough to warn the group, for in a almost simultaneous motion the Cloaked Men turned towards him with hands lifting SixShots out of the encompassing cloak.

Panicking at the sudden mortal danger, Gu Jian hastily triggered his SixShot, sending Six bursts of sword Qi towards the hearts of the Cloaked Men, striking them before they could do the same to him. However, to his horror instead of the Sword Qi stabbing their hearts and killing them, it instead dissipated upon meeting their cloaks allowing them to continue drawing their SixShots in smooth unhurried fashion.

Ah, it makes sense that they have ways to protect themselves from the weapons they sell..I guess this is it for me..LIKE HELL!

Letting out a indescribable scream of rage and terror, Gu Jian launched himself at the Cloaked Men. His left hand drawing out his shortsword and moving in half-remembered moves as he cut and slash at them with wild abandon while his right hand hastily channeled Qi into his SixShots

His wild rush caught the group off-guard and their first bursts of Qi left nothing more but glancing slashes. Their attempts at firing their second bursts while negated by Gu Jian's use of their comrade as a human shield, his cloak dissipating their bursts just as well as they did his. This revelation that it was the cloak that protected them gave Gu Jian inspiration as he cut at their cloaks with his shortsword and fired his SixShot into the rents it created, the short range allowing the Sword Qi to not only pierce through their bodies but to also bounce within the confines of the cloak and cutting them to shreds.

Panting slightly from his berserk rush, Gu Jian looked up from the two Cloaked Men he managed to kill and found himself confronted with the sight of the remaining five pointing their SixShots at him well out of melee range. Knowing that he could take no more with him but determined to try, Gu Jian mustered his Qi for one more dash when a brief flare of Qi blazed before the Five drop dead with holes the size of a melon through their chests.

Looking up once again from the dead, Gu Jian found himself confronted by the sight of the Stranger puffing away at his cigar with one hand holding the SixShot via it's grip and the other placed flat on the Sixshot's Qi Reservoir. The man appeared to have not only let himself out but who had also somehow from his strange stance fired bursts of Qi from his SixShot rapidly enough that none of the Cloaked Men could react while being strong enough to pierce through their defenses like a blade through paper.

"Thanks for that, i thought i was a gonner."

"No need. Like i said, i can take them. Though i am pleasantly surprised at what you did. It might have been from self-preservation, but you did take down two of them. Now, let's see who our mysterious men are..."

As the Stranger pulled down the hoods of the corpses with his Cigar leaving a reeking stench that lingered heavily in the air, Gu Jian found to his surprise that he did in fact recognize the dead men.

"These all are members of the Xia Xian Raiders! We have bounty posters of them! What are they doing here? The reports have the Xia Xian Raiders operating far away from the town!"

"The Xia Xian Raiders?"

"Yes, don't you know of them? They were one of the first cultivators to start using the SixShots. Rumours had it that they managed to knock off one of the first merchants who sold the weapons and they used em to raid towns across the Frontier! Hell, the way they used the SixShots to take down most cultivators before they could react was one of the reasons the weapons sold...so...well."

"Ah, it appears this is the connection we were looking for. Show how devastating the SixShots are in a fight and drive people to buy them for fear of it being used on them. Yes, this does give off the feel of a Jingshen Scheme, though they shouldn't have the expertise to craft something like the Scabbards in such wide numbers. The cost of such a enterprise is beyond what they would be willing to pay..."

Gu Jian found himself rooted with fear. The casual way the Stranger was throwing out "Jingshen" and the knowledge of their modus operandi told him that this was without a doubt something that could affect the geopolitics of the desert and that he was in something way over his head.

"So erm since you figured out what's going on, i guess you no longer need me? I'll just go then! Good luck with stopping them sir!"

"Just a minute. I would admit that i did not expect things to scale up to something on this level, but do you honestly believe that the Jingshen will let you live? Your only hope now is to stick with me and hope i succeed. Now, is there any area in town that is forbidden to everyone but the Mayor?"

Slumping with realization at the horrible truth of the Stranger's words, Gu Jian found himself replying to the Stranger's question in a dead tone.

"Yes.. There's an area behind the Mayor's house that none of us are allowed to go near, the mayor claimed it for us as his own personal cultivation training spot..."

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Reaching the area revealed why the Xia Xian Raiders had choose to silence the Stranger on that very night, for Gu Jian was confronted by the sight of a large airship unloading crates of what was likely to be SixShots by both the Xia Xian Raiders and people who he recognized as working for the Merchants who claimed to be producing the SixShots.

Even from the distance he was watching, Gu Jian was able to recognize the Mayor with his Top hat talking to Twin-Burst Xiong, the leader of the Xia Xian Raiders. His grasp of shock at the horrible truth was apparently heard, for like a hound sniffing a hare, crates were dropped and SixShots were being fired at him, leading to his current situation of being trapped in a shootout against the Xia Xian Raiders.

Although it was perhaps more accurate to say that they were trapped in a shootout against the Stranger. Even as Gu Jian watched, the Stranger calmly fired another burst of Qi that blew a hole in yet another raider while puffing away at his cigar causing the rest to once again seek out deeper cover that could perhaps block his Strange piercing bursts.

" ENOUGH OF THIS. MOVE ASIDE, I'll HANDLE THEM."

Gu Jian watched with horror as with that shout Twin-Burst Xiong joined the fray. Wielding blade and Scabbard, Twin-Burst sent burst after burst of Saber Qi at them, the asynchronizion of his bursts ensuring that they landed in a uninterrupted fashion. Looking once more at the Stranger in the vain hopes that he would do something, Gu Jian found him puffing heavily sending smoke billowing to the skies while muttering something as he watched Twin-Burst Xiong with a eagle-like gaze.

"Hmm, I see, I see. Let's get this joke of a fight over with." So saying, the Stranger leapt out from his cover and started strolling towards Twin-Burst with his hands in their strange stance while the smoke from his cigar billowed around him rendering him into a hazy looking figure. Once again to Gu Jian's surprise, the stance the Stranger took somehow allowed him to fire his SixShot quick enough to intersect the multiple bursts of Saber Qi that would have hit him as he made his way across.

"Come now! Let us put a stop to this! I can sense traces of Saber Palace Arts in your Saber Qi. Why not stop pretending to be a mere bandit and fight like the Saber Palace Cultivator you are? The real question is if this is a plot by both Saber Palace and the Jingshen or if the Jingshen managed to buy the loyalty of a Saber Palace Cultivator? Which is it Twin-Burst?"

The words the Stranger yelled out brought the fight to a standstill, in unison everyone looked away from the smoking hazy figure and towards Twin-Burst Xiong who eerily stopped giving off an aura of a uncouth barbarian, instead a strange refined one seem to radiate forth.

"Ah, Golden Devil... Why did you have to say that? Now i have to start from scratch after killing you..." The moment the last of these chilling words left his lips, a whirlwind of Saber Qi blazed forth slashing everyone within to shreds. A Fate that would have also befallen Gu Jian if it wasn't for a sudden rapid burst of Qi from the Stranger's SixShot which blast the Saber Qi apart.

"Oh? you saved him. No matter, i'll kill him once you're dead. There's no way you can take me down Golden Devil. My cultivation is above yours and my blade is the partner to all the Scabbards, with it i can draw upon all the Qi stored within them and used them at will." *cough. "Surrender and i'll" *cough. "ensure your death is quick." *cough. "Please don't" *cough. "though," *cough. *cough. *cough. " i love to" *cough. "pit my" *cough. *cough. " Saber techniques" *cough. "against the famed Golden" *cough. *cough. *cough. *cough. "Armor of the De-Hukp."

Gu Jian couldn't help but wince as he watch the Saber Palace Cultivator collapsed on his knees and gave up his attempts to finish his speech. In fact, judging from how his weapons lay abandoned on the ground while his hands gripped his own throat as they blaze a brilliant white with Qi, he was burning through all his Qi in an attempt to destroy whatever was choking him.

A minute then ten passed before the kneeling Saber Palace Cultivator dropped flat on his face before one last shudder. Turning his attention away from the most slow and gruesome death he had ever seen, Gu Jian found himself watching as the Stranger walked towards the corpse while waving away at a Qilin in a distance.

"Excellent work Qing Yun. Looks like i didn't need your aid after all. That's another one of the Great Bandits down though i wasn't expecting to encounter one here! Head back to our Inn first, i see if we can salvage anything from this mess that can be used by the Clan to claim reparations!"

Gathering his nerve, Gu Jian got up from where he laid prone and walked to towards the Stranger who's cigar was now strangely unlit as he mustered his courage to ask a very important question.

"Sir Golden Devil? Erm how did he die if it's not to much trouble to ask?"

"Oh him? He choked to death from the spores of the Cursed Mushrooms. They absorb Qi, so all he did was hasten the growth. But i believed that what you meant was how did i get the spores in him. Well, I'm not smoking a cigar and that wasn't smoke."

The Stranger's answer filled Gu Jian with horror as memories of him smelling the distinct stench of the Stranger's "cigar" sprang into his head. His horrified expression appeared to be all the Stranger needed because he gave a snort before reassuring Gu JIan.

"Oh relax. What i used on you was a hallucinogenic to make you more willing to help me. Though i barely needed it with how weak willed you are. Now help me search the bodies. you can keep anything of value you find from the corpses. But do remember do turn over anything else to me. Are we clear?"

"YES SIR!"

"Good. Now for a reward. You did provide sufficient help to me... I'll give you two choices once more. One, is to take my token and enlist in a legion as a auxiliary and gradually earn the chance to become a Golden Devil. Two, take my token and claim ownership of a small town for your line. Regardless of which you choose, you can claim a sword forged by our smiths as a weapon and i'll include a note that it's Scabbard will be configured like a SixShots expect it'll be one where the partner blade will be the accompanying sword.

"SIR! Thank you very much for your generosity! Quick question if you don't mind? How did you configure that normal SixShots i gave to you to launch such piercing bursts? In fact, what was the Strange Stance you took? Could i ask for the same to be done in the note?"

"Fool. Did you not hear what the Saber Palace Cultivator said? It was all a trap to provide him with a reservoir of Qi to used. I burned the arrays out the moment you handed it over to me. The Qi within is my understanding of Spear Qi, i used the SixShots to store a reservoir of Spear Qi that i comprehended, that's why it was so much stronger and able to pierce armor. Spear Qi Pierces. Work on your Sword and your understanding of Sword Qi if you want to do the same.

That Stance of mine should be obvious to someone who has been using the SixShot as much as you have. I used one hand to aim while my other hand was flat on the Qi reservoir of the SixShot, it allowed me to prepare the next burst of Qi just as the first burst left the mouth of the Scabbard. Such forced replenishing shortens the life of the SixShot. This one will be useless by tomorrow.

Oh. I guess you do have a third option. The Arrays involved in the SixShots aren't hard to comprehend. You can trade my token for aid in understanding them from the Clan and start producing them for sale. SixShots aren't a bad backup weapon for Qi condensation cultivators and maybe the less martially inclined Foundation Establishment cultivators."

With the fall of the Xia Xian Raiders, the spread of the Six Shot Scabbard began to slow.
Rumors of stored Qi disappearing mid-fight spread rapidly, yet Cultivators will find a way.
It wasn't long before customized Six Shot Scabbards started to be sold by Artificers,
ones that like other artifacts only responded to the Qi signature that bound them.
That soon lead to the discovery that the bursts of Qi fired by the SixShots need not be specific,
in fact the bursts would be stronger if they were instead based on the user's Dao.
It meant that as long as one cultivates, the SixShots would work to deadly effect.
And when all Cultivators carried such a artifact? Well banditry found itself turning to a more cerebral trade,
where knowing who you're targeting mattered more then raw numbers, where firing a burst of Qi could lead to everyone dropping dead,
and the words "He Twitched at me" were the epitaph of more then one grave....

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Like i mentioned in the Discord, this is purely inspired from adding a Six Shooter to my Xianxia Western. And then it branched out into a conspiracy of smuggling on a grand-scale to destabilize the region. I am of course hoping that Bone Buzzard and Twin-Burst Xiong make it as 2 of the Great Bandits. I actually have the idea for one more, but need some time to see if it's possible to write it out.

Interesting trivial, Xia Xian is a translitration of Xia Jian which means Despicable, so they're really the Despicable Raiders. Gu Jian means Ancient Sword but yet he found with basically a bowie knife and a Six Shooter.:)

If anyone is interested in using Gu Jian for a GS, please go ahead!

@Humbaba for the threadmark, thanks! Please let me know if this still has that Western Feel! I tried my best to maintain the same atmosphere

EDIT: In the end, i decided to add in the cigar idea and basically poisoning the enemy to death via suffocation instead. That felt more Demonic compared to the previous "loud" ambush. Also made it so that the smoke was making Gu Jian more susceptible based on feedback from Humbaba.

Also got inspired to introduce my attempt at a Xianxia version of Fanning
 
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@Mochinator Very nice again. I think my one piece of feedback would be that Gu Jian is perhaps slightly too easy to persuade that 'The Stranger' is working for the Golden Devils. Perhaps having him be a bit more suspicious about the stranger's story and assertion that he's also going to be a target, or mentioning that he's the only one on guard a bit earlier, and that's why he decides to talk to the Stranger.

As it is, the part where he realises he's the only guard an Muyi might be right is a bit sudden, where a slightly earlier mention of that, then repeating it as he realises he's been set up leads the reader to the conclusion more naturally.
 
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@Mochinator Very nice again. I think my one piece of feedback would be that Gu Jian is perhaps slightly too easy to persuade that 'The Stranger' is working for the Golden Devils. Perhaps having him be a bit more suspicious about the stranger's story and assertion that he's also going to be a target, or mentioning that he's the only one on guard a bit earlier, and that's why he decides to talk to the Stranger.

As it is, the part where he realises he's the only guard an Muyi might be right is a bit sudden, where a slightly earlier mention of that, then repeating it as he realises he's been set up leads the reader to the conclusion more naturally.
Yeah. I'm kinda trying to play up the Western aspect with that. A bit of the how they all trust the Stranger who just rode into town and follow his lead ideal.

One thing i would have changed if i thought of it then would be to give Muyi a Cigar and then have him smoke it till the big climax where instead of a sudden lightning bolt, it's revealed that the smoke he was breathing out was spores that choke the Saber Palace Cultivator.

Just feeling a bit lazy to make edits to make it work...

EDIT: I guess i got inspired in the end! I made the edits i thought up and added Xianxia Fanning as a bonus! Now i have Fanning versus Dual-Wield the age-old question of which is better is part of Westerns to me!
 
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Year 164 - Little Sheng, the Array Genius
Little Sheng, as they called him, was a genius.

A true array-crafting prodigy.

It was four years after he'd been tasked to build a new array to sell to the Strength Purity Sect that Varakhan had been hired. Varakhan was not a prodigy, but he knew it. Running errands for Little Sheng - though calling a Core Formation elder that almost seemed sacrilegious - had been his life for almost a year.

Today, he was going to head down to the market. Peaches, of all things.

Little Sheng wanted peaches.

And so peaches he would get. Varakhan was only a Qi Condensation disciple, and if your senior wanted you to run down thirty kilometres to the local town to purchase peaches and then run back, that was your day.

He didn't pretend to enjoy it, but playing nursemaid to an eccentric senior who happened to nearly eight feet tall was better than fighting to the death with bandits, or Cannibals, or Cannibal bandits.

For hours he ran, feet pounding on the road, letting himself drift away a little. For a mortal this sort of pace would be punishing, though there were doubtlessly mortals out there who could run this. For him, it was simplicity itself, merely time-consuming.

The road was long and dusty, and thankfully there was nothing to ambush him.

He reached the gates of White Stork Village in good time, feet pounding as he ran into the market.

Panting briefly, he stopped, and turned to one of the merchants.

There.

Three peaches left. Not a lot by any means, but enough for Little Sheng to at least give him a little time off before he invariably sent him down for the same tomorrow.

Varakhan paid the merchant for two weeks of peaches. Only a few silver pieces from the workshop's mortal money jar, but enough to ensure if... no, when he ran down there tomorrow, he'd have enough peaches to let him put his feet up for a day or two.

He turned, and began running back.

The sun was low in the sky as he returned, and as he ran towards the workshop, a wave of darkness emerged. As it swept over the workshop, it spread towards him, and then stopped.

Constrained.

He knew that. The array was constrained if it were destroyed, preventing it from consuming an entire town or city. Rather, the force was directed in an implosion, killing the person who destroyed it.

The sun left the world for a moment, a barrier of utter darkness springing up, consuming the workshop and part of the land around it, enveloping the area in a perfect impenetrable sphere.

As the roiling Qi died down, Varakhan ran in. Corpses - the people he'd met and worked with. At the centre of the workshop, Little Sheng. Lying on the ground, unmoving.

Varakhan looked over. The workshop itself was destroyed, the defensive arrays preventing the sort of Qi overflow that had happened here shattered. He suspected anyone below Core Formation couldn't have survived that wave. He certainly wouldn't have. Burning black fire consuming pieces of wood and stone that were left, red smoke rising up. He threaded his way through the ruins, peaches still clasped to his chest.

After five minutes of careful movement, he reached Elder Sheng. The other man was still breathing. He dropped the peaches, and tried to shake him awake. The elder groaned, and opened his eyes before falling unconscious again.

He let out a sigh. He wasn't sure if it was relief that he wasn't the only one left alive, or something else.

He didn't know what had happened here, but... the Strength Purity Sect weren't getting their array.

Gain zero Wealth.
 
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Much Oof. No moolah at all? Or just no money from the wealth option?

Would succeeding the missions help bring wealth? I was considering dropping my Aid the Clan this turn since i wrote more then usual and wanted a Fate roll.... But if the missions help with Wealth i might stick to Aid The Clan i guess....
 
Poem - Scorpion dance with the mountain
Scorpion dance with the mountain



Devil of gold and priest of diamond god,

meet once upon a cold desert night;

and both find the merchants greed quite odd.



Did not give the desert it´s riches for all to glory,

So, no hall in the many oases, lives in lonesome territory?

Untampered mountains the Jingshen drill for plunder,

For this blunder both parties united shall rip them asunder!



The priest seeks to avenge the near deceased,

While the devil wishes to rid himself of this blight.

So, under the eyes of King Shen, they pact to head northeast.



The mountain of the devils' floats,

Under which an army of scorpions skitters;

In hopes the mines flow may decrease,

Hear the whispers of Jingshens final peace!​
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words: 125

My first try at rhyming in english. I still prefer to write poems in german, but that may just be, because I grew up with the language. English, from my perspective, seems to have little variations in how to pronounce syllables and the lack of compoundwords made this harder. Either way, this is my contribution towards the FE merchant drill destruction.

@Alectai , @Mochinator
 
So, uh, attempt to make money rolls a 2 or something, we make no money but at least we didn't lose a Core Formation guy in a tragic mishap, right?
 
I guess our wealth roll this turn had to balance out the amazing one the last turn.
 
My, that's no good. Better to roll that now instead of in the survey option at least. Still, having five less wealth than we planned for is gonna suck.
 
The winning plan saved 9 wealth yea, and we still get normal income.


Still, shows our continuing involvement in the Great Demonic War has downsides as well as upsides. That reads like sabotage to me, although if the mistake (rather than the safety arrays) was also forced or a genuine error is another matter.
 
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