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

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Savvas Nicolidis 8 - Mirages
Savvas Nicolidis 8 - Mirages

Qi. Cultivation itself, at least at his level. So many types of Qi. So many ways to use them. Arrays and Formations, the Golden Devil's stratagem as a clan. With the blade, or with the body. Poisons, or beasts. Savvas himself had preferred an irregular style that sort of complemented formations. And with the Trials coming again.. He needed better tools. More sophisticated, for the enemy was always learning. Prepare, prepare. For though plans always went awry, the very act of planning meant you had tools and backups.

From his newfound vantage point with Perspectives, he looked at the desert and the sun that rained down upon it. Other had come up with ingenious thoughts of using mirrors to turn worthless sun and worthless sand into less-worthless glass. The clan's greatest array used Glass. And Savvas thought, why not have the sun itself be their ally in concealment? Glass and mirrors in the desert, and one has the perfect setup for a grand mirage. It might not even need all that much Qi to function.

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As Savvas quickly learned, setting up mirrors in the desert actually had quite a few issues. Dust. Sand. Precious water to clean them. But he didn't need to rely on his own knowledge.. He simply consulted with Grigoris, what was with his Dao of Architecture. What he got.. needed to be toned down for mass production, it was crazy. He was not trying to cloak the entire clan with a mirage, that was beyond overkill! His array knowledge absolutely didn't extend that far. This setup would bankrupt the clan to build!

...Okay. There was something to be had here. It didn't actually need that much Qi to operate for it's, which was always good. And honestly for what Savvas wanted, quality wasn't too important. He started subcontracting to mortals. Instead of using array-managed Qi (a formation would make mistakes, as image construction was a matter of control and not power) to create a sublime mirage, glass and bronze mirrors that refracted the image of humans, with a touch of blood into the bronze to mimic the Clan's bronze bloodline. It wouldn't fool another one of the clan, especially close-up, but if you were a Trial Hunter looking for people who masked their Qi.. and found the edge of your senses faint Qi like that of those you were hunting... that would be good enough to lock-in, no?

Subcontracting did have downsides. Mortal hands weren't as precise as cultivators, and they certainly couldn't put Qi into the devices he was constructing - But Savvas realized that might be an advantage in of itself. Through the desert, you didn't need detailed images to know that someone was somewhere. And.. honestly accepting haziness would cover up quite a number of flaws in the design of the crude mirror-Qi array he was setting up in the desert, scattered randomly here and there.

It was nothing at all like Grigoris' original mirage array design. Savvas did not have enough spirit stones to even fund a fraction of that.. thing. Maybe.. maybe sometime in the future.

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Come the trials, the mortal workers would uncover the many mirrors Savvas had setup in the desert. Their quality varied. A handful were constructed by Qi Condensers, giving detailed if false images and mostly true emanation of bronze. The vast majority was made by mortals who had a great deal of time and stored goodwill for their cultivators, and though they poured their work into it to perfect them you could still see the minute imperfections in the glass, in the bronze layering and the mechanisms that let them move ever so slightly to imitate movement. All infused with a trace of Qi. Savvas wondered which would perform better, and if any of them would survive.

The flag from Sacapolis hungered to be unleased still, and the cover of blatant lies in the broad desert sunlight seemed the perfect place to unleash them. Soon. His hate for the hunters had not diminished in the slightest. So much wealth and power.. and to still come here to torment those who did their best for all.
 
Jin Muyi Interlude: Gui Ha 2 - The Case of the Traitor's Greed
Jin Muyi Interlude - Gui Hua 2:

The Case Of The Traitor's Greed


"Hello Small One! Take care of this for me will you? I'll take it back later! Maybe! If I remember! "

"Huh?" Was all Gui Hua could react with before the boulder size ball of Gravebronze the woman pulled out of nowhere and flung reached her. Just as it was about to hit, the pillar started to shrink in size until it reached the size of a pea which then bounced lightly off her forehead and fell to the ground before she could catch it.

Hey what gives? Why didn't you catch me?

The sound of a voice berating her made her jump in surprise. It seemed to have come from within her head and there was no one else around her speaking, the man who had tossed the pillar at her had disappeared without a trace.

Down here, i just bounced off your head. Pick me up!

Looking around once again and still finding no one, Gui Hua reluctantly picked up the pea-sized ball only to leap back in fright as at her touch the ball expanded in size before it start hovering around her.

That's much better! Now, i'm able to move thanks to tapping into your innate Qi and Oooo, YIN BODY! SCORE!! Well, nice meeting you partner! I am the Ninth Generation Artificial Spirit User Interface, you can call me Nau. I have been entrusted into your care by her Ladyship, the Glorious Mistress Of Disciples, One Who's Wit Pierces The Heavens, Scorpion Breeder Extraordinaire Lady Destasia Duca for Field Testing! How lucky you are!"

Gui Hua knew that name. It was the name of one of the Elders on the council, although most of the times she heard the name was in a form of a curse. Still, she was one of the Elders trusted by the Grand Elder to give him advice and aid in his governance of the Clan, her Father's Boss's Boss's Boss's to whoever knows how many Boss. And now, on a stroll in the Dawn Fortress, she had been pelted by said Elder and then entrusted with what seemed to be a experiment done by a Core Foundation Cultivator!

There was really only one possible response to that, which was to faint in shock and so she proceeded to do that.

Hey, hey hey! Wait, don't faint here! Cmon, show me around this place! I'll be stuck waiting for you to wake.....

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Despite their rather rough start, Gui Hua found herself soon getting used to Nau and his curiosity. Answering his questions was in a way a nice distraction from worrying about the ongoing Trials. Her nature meant that the friends she had made had long since grew up into cultivators who were now facing the invaders like Father and she wasn't in the mood to make new friends among the other kids in the Fortress who might soon be losing their parents.

Nau's presence beyond serving as a distraction via annoying her also had one other side effect. He made the Dead Speak. Now, that was nothing new to Gui Hua, with her innate Yin body and her affinity to ghosts, she had run into speaking ghosts before although most of the time the Dead came across to her as remnant thoughts and wisps of emotion.

Nau however changed that. He somehow served as a way of empowering the Dead so that even Mortals could take shape and speak to her. Which was something she had always thought impossible since the Qi needed to empower a ghost beyond the status of remnant thoughts and wisps of emotions were usually only available to Cultivators who had built and refined their QI through their lives. Even then, the ghosts generally could only retain the Qi within them for about 10 to 20 years before dissipating into fragments.

Oh ghosts of cultivators with better cultivation could last longer, but she never ran into any such ghosts. The few cultivator ghosts she did speak to were interesting, most of them were forcing themselves to stay because of their legacies with the Cultivators with a grudge generally using their Qi to launch a curse on their killers instead of turning into a ghost. Now, all these cultivator ghosts wanted to do was pass their legacies on to the deserving or ensure that it didn't get lost with their deaths.

While most of their legacies were just small tricks or refinements of already known arts, there were so many of them that when she decided to aid them with passing on via writing their life's work down and submitting it to the Clan it took her months even with enlisting the aid of some of the 1st and 2nd Heavestage Qi Cultivators as scribes.

Nau did not help matters by constantly critiquing each of the "legacies" and offhandedly making it better which she could also do! She had been educated by the best tutors in the Clan and her Father had been a Late Foundation Establishment cultivator, she knew how they could be improved, thank you very much.

Still he did help, namely via using his knowledge of Lady's Destasia Duca Qi signature and her position as a Council Elder to forge a document allowing her to "requisition some of the 1st and 2nd Heavenstage Qi cultivators to aid in a important task".

Nau however, somehow made it so that ghosts from mortals more then a century dead were appearing to speak to her and unlike the Cultivator ghosts, most of them died with a grudge which they were more then willing to share with her. Nau of course immediately agreed to assist them in resolving the grudges, and being tied to Gui Hua's innate Qi, dragged her into the mess as well.

That lead her to adventures that she was really not looking forward to telling Father about. Oh it wasn't that she was totally unwilling, most of the mortals had died in manners that she found distasteful and mostly for common reasons like:


Greed
" ...is where you buried the body. you covered it with cobblestones and petitioned the town to build a road there to cover up for the killing. How ruthless of you. She took you in when you had nothing and treat you like a son, and the moment she got old you killed her so that you can claim the inn belong to you instead of her own children."

Gui Hua watched in satisfaction as the face of the wastrel changed from the fake politeness he showed her once she displayed the legion insignia Nau had imitated to anger and then chalk whiteness as she revealed his murder and what he did to the body. That was why she was caught by surprise when he pounced at her with hands aiming for her neck in an physical attempt to silence her.

Instinct took over and with a roll backwards she dodged his grasp before drawing her saber from her side and sweeping it upwards to cut nothing? Blinking in surprise, Gui Hua got back up on her feet only to find Nau bouncing on her assailant's face. She could tell that unlike when he did it with her, he was not changing into silk and was instead pounding the guy with his metal body and as much as she enjoyed watching this, she really had to stop him before the scum's skull caved in.

Then again, he did try to kill a young child like her..Maybe getting Nau to stop could wait for another few minutes...



Rage
"...that's when you snapped and bashed them over the head with your axe. It seems that you didn't snap out of it until they both laid dead before you, where you then broke down into tears. It looks like you still cared for your wife despite your actions, you chopped up the body of Mr Basil and disposed of it by feeding it to your pigs while you buried her under her favorite tree."

As the man's face turned white with his deeds being exposed, she looked at the female ghost standing next to him and with her nod of sad approval said the words that would compound the guilt he must be feeling.

" What you didn't know was that Mr Basil and your Wife wasn't having an affair. Mr Basil which i'm sure you know, was the chef of the Town's inn who made your favorite baked trout, and you Wife was in fact asking for his aid in teaching her how to prepare the dish as a gift for your birthday. The many secret meetings at your home between the two was to ensure it remained a surprise to you as well as for Mr Basil to show her the exact steps needed to replicate his dish.

You killed them both out of misplaced jealousy. Mr Basil was dying from a disease and wanted to ensure his dish would live on while your Wife just wanted to surprise you with a gift. Even now, her ghost is begging me to tell you that she forgives you and that she loves you. You're lucky that none of them want to press charges against you, so you get to live with what you did. "

Despite the Wife's request to spare him, Gui Hua couldn't help but feel a sense of cold satisfaction at the Murderer's reaction as he fell to his knees. Turning away to leave the scene, she made sure to grab Nau who was adding insult to injury by pestering the regretful killer with cries of "How do you feel? Does the Truth Hurt? Why didn't you investigate?"

Nau could be such a brat sometimes.



Passion
"...and you decided that if you can't have her no one would. I have to say that it's really creepy of you to stab her over twenty times while chanting that you love her, which is also not helped by the fact that you then proceed to have second thoughts about the Suicide aspect of your Murder-Suicide and instead chose to make it look like she ran away. So. not only did you take her away from a fiance that loved her, a family of which she was helping to support, her dreams of becoming something more then a waitress, you also ruined her reputation in the eyes of the village by making her come across as ungrateful woman who left for the city by forgoing her roots."

Looking down at the cowering kneeling scum before her, Gui Hua tossed out the puppet that she had wheedled away from the Clan's stores with Nau's aid. A light push with her Qi was all that was needed for the man's victim to merge into the Ghostly battle puppet, and a moment was all that was needed for her to take full control of the puppet and it's bladed limbs.

Gui Hua smiled in triumph as the puppet made it's way to the coward and as his muffled pleas around his Nau gag increase in volume and number.

" And now after a decade of lies, the truth comes out. It looks like someone wants to have stern words with you. Yes, Nau i did the pun you insisted i do. Now would you tell me why i needed to say those words in particular? Look at the blades? Oh no you didn't! WE HAVE TO RETURN THE PUPPET YOU ASS!"

Even as Gui Hua argued with Nau, the puppet moved closer before lifting the arm with the word "Stern" engraved on it to join "Word" in carving off pieces of the stalker that killed her slowly and painfully.



Despair
"...the entire village's water supply. Not only killing the entire village but also ruining a oasis that had fed generations before you were even born! And for what? Campfire tales about the Trial leaving all mortals dead in bloody rituals? Did you even bother checking on if there was any truth to the claim? Or check with the elders in the village who's grandfathers lived through the last trial?

If you had even bother to check or ask before doing the deed, you would have learn that the Invaders only target Cultivators from the Clan. NO! Shut up Nau! I will not calm down! I'm the one having to explain to children why they're dead and need to move on! This nihilistic asshole choose to kill them all instead of having the decency to just do it to himself!

In addition, where did we catch him? ON THE VERGE OF DOING THE SAME THING TO ANOTHER OASIS!" As Gui Hua howled with rage, Nau found to his surprise that this time he was the one preventing Gui Hua from going to extremes. Who knew that a young girl with access to the dead and the gruesome ways they died would be able to amass such a repertoire of torture and execution techniques?



But those were mainly small Cases, easily deduced and resolved with minimal effort on their part. The big case however, that affected things on a bigger scale reaching even the Clan and the legions. It all began with what seemed to be a normal audience to a Mortal Ghost.

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It was a dark and stormy night when our dynamic duo was approached by a ghost with a grud-

"Nau!"

What? It's night and there's a storm. And they always approach us about a grudge they had!

"Tha- That's not the point! I'm trying to make!"

Fine, the point in this case would be?

"Nev- nevermind, can we just please hear what he's approaching us about?"

Oh very well, if you insist. Takes all the fun out of it.

"I heard that! You speak telepathically to me, I CAN HEAR YOU EVEN IF YOU SPEAK SOFTLY!"

Desperately ignoring the chuckle coming from Nau, Gui Hua focused her attention on the approaching ghost and attempted to coaxed it to speak, to explain why it had sought them for aid.

The ghost was leaking Yin Qi to the point that it looked threadbare and only vaguely human in shape. All it's attempts to speak came out in the form of wails filled with Yin Qi that conveyed a sense of anger, desperation and a need for revenge. Exchanging looks with Nau, Gui Hua mustered her courage before pushing through the wails and touched the ghost, allowing her to get a grasp of the images stored in the Yin Qi of the ghost via her innate Yin Body.

What little she had been able grasp from the wails hinted that it would not be a good story. Reaching out and touching it, brought a shock

A flash of images sped through her. Kneeling and watching a cultivator in gold look down on them. Being marched to a forest. FLASH. The cultivator standing next to someone in a distance. A wave of the cultivator's hand that cut most of his fellow villagers into two and left a deep cut on his chest. FLASH. Being surrounded by the dead and crawling to seek justice. Looking down on his own corpse and then moving forward to seek justice.

It was only thanks to Nau acting as a convenient ledge that prevented Gui Hua from falling flat on her face after she let go of the ghost.

"Thanks Nau, but we gotta go."

What.

"What i saw was really bad news Nau. It seems like a Golden Devil was killing the mortals under his care. We need to check and obtain proof on if this is true or if it's some other party tying to ruin the Clan's relationship with the mortals under their care."

Oh Okay then. Let's go! Adventure awaits!

"You don't really care do you?"

Na, I do care! i just leave the big brainy stuff to you, i just hear the siren call of ADVENTURE!

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They rode through Fire and Shadow, over hills and along rivers towards where destiny called them. Yes, with steel-eyed glares and a grip of-

"What are you talking about? We're riding on the Scorpion Road which is nicely paved and we live in a desert. There are no hills and rivers."

You have no sense of appreciation for the old tales. Fine, they rode past dunes and oasis on their mission to find the truth. Happy?

"Ecstatic. Now shush! We're near the place and i need to be focused."

Oh sure, blame the one talking and not your inability to pay attention.

Rolling her eyes at Nau's wounded tone, Gui Hua dismounted from Uncle Qing Yun's back and tug her sheathed saber loose from his saddle before belting it on her waist as she strode towards where the memories had indicated was the entrance of the village. The change was sudden, one moment desert dunes and the next a village lying in ruins with vines and weeds growing among the shattered houses.

The presence of greenery proved at least that the Arrays that made living in the village possible still worked, which in turn meant that what ever happened to the village did so before the centennial visit by Array Engineers after each Trial. It took her less then an hour to check each house, with each showing signs of people living within but a lack of any corpses that should be present based on how the houses were ruined.

Hey Gui Hua, come out. I found something that supports what that ghost told you.

Dashing out in response to Nau's call, Gui Hua found herself presented with a faded footprint leading out of the village. A footprint that was only preserved because some of the rubble from the ruins fell over it and shaded it from the elements.

"Well, let's head towards the direction it was pointing at. If the memories are accurate, they were mortals so they won't have been able to go far especially if they were tied up in the same fashion as what the memories showed."

It took them about 30 minutes or so before another element from the memories made an appearance, a forest far off in the distance. Exchanging a glance with Nau (or where he's eyes would have been if he wasn't a featureless metal hovering ball) the duo made their way to the forest with every sense heighten and ready for combat.

To their mild disappointment, nothing occurred when they reached the forest. Besides the floor of the forest being littered with the bones of the dead and being haunted by multiple ghosts, something which was absolutely no threat for Gui Hua with her Yin Body. Instead, what happened was the ghosts telling Gui Hua about a lack of others within the forest as well as giving the full story of the memories.

What happened was that the village's assigned Golden Devil had hosted a feast for the entire village, claiming that he had gotten a new source of wealth and wanted to share it with them.

Ooooh That did not sound good. I bet the new wealth was the villagers!

"Nau!"

Right sorry. I let them continue.

The feast was a trap and upon consuming the prepared food, the villagers all fell into a deep sleep. When they woke up, they had all be bound and by some strange cultivator art was then forced to marched to this forest and made to kneel as the Golden Devil waited for someone.

Ominous. I don't see this ending well for the villagers.

"Nau. I'm talking to their ghosts who are explaining their deaths to us while standing in a bone pile. IT'S OBVIOUS THAT IT DID NOT END WELL!"

Okay, Okay. I'll keep quiet and let them finish!

They weren't sure how long they waited before the person the Golden Devil was waiting for showed up. The Golden Devil engaged in conversation with the other party before a pouch was handed over to him. Upon receiving the pouch, the Golden Devil turned to them and thanked them for aiding in his cultivation by being the source of the new wealth he-

YES! CALLED IT!

"NAU!!"

Okay, okay. i'm shutting up.

The source of the new wealth that he was claiming to have. Thanks to the tales, no one would questioned the resources obtained from selling them to the very nice Blood Cannibal over there who had a hankering for Mortals seasoned with the blood of bronze. Unfortunately, it turned out that mortals with such taste was a rarity and the Blood Cannibal didn't need that many bodies, as such most of them were now no use to him. With a single wave of his hand, he killed all the adults of the town leaving their spirits to watch as their children were taken away to a horrible fate. Was it any surprise that they turned into ghosts?

Yeeah... This is bad. If news of a Golden Devil selling the people under his protection to the Cannibals for spirit stones gets out, we're gonna have chaos.

"Yes. We need to head back straight away and report this to the clan! They'll be able to find who he is and punish him!"

Erm...Not to burst your bubble.. but that might be harder that you think. We have no proof of this happening and i know no one in the Clan who can interact with ghosts in the same manner as you have been doing. In addition, i'm technically not a Clan Cultivator and you're just a child. They're not going to take our words as fact without any evidence to support it.

"Then we'll find the proof! The Clan Archives should have records of which cultivator was in charge of this village! We should be able to find who he is from that. Once we know, we can probably search his room for evidence or something."

Uh huh. That's the plan?

"Oh shut up. I'll come up with a better one when we know who he is. For now, WE RIDE!"

You've been waiting a long time to say that huh. I mean i know it's the motto for your Dad's Legion, but it's kinda cringy in this situation y'know?

"Shut Up!"

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"This is impossible. Look at all those stacks of un-filed documents! There's no way we're going to be able to find that information by...ourselves...."

Forgot about the document allowing us to "requisition some of the 1st and 2nd Heavenstage Qi cultivators to aid in a important task" huh.

"Shut up Nau. Let's get them on this."

With the aid of the requisitioned cultivators, the document stating the cultivator assigned to the village was found in less then an hour. Something that led to Gui Hua going into a sulk on the time she wasted searching for it on her lonesome. Regardless, they had the scum's name. Brutus. A Foundation Establishment Cultivator who reported the village has having been struck by plague that wiped out all the mortals before he could contact the clan for aid.

In the document, Brutus claimed that the plague's origins were unknown and that it only appeared to affect mortals. He suggested that "...as we do not know if the plague remains active, i suggest letting no one near the village for the next hundred years and also suggest that in memorial to those who lost their lives to it, i think their village should not be repopulated. "

That's pretty smart.

"Nau!"

What? It's a evil and diabolical plan. But it's smart. It ensures no one visits the village and discovers what happens. If it wasn't for the ghost and us, a hundred years later after the arrays fail. It will just appear as a ruin from some bygone age.

"We can't let him get away with it. If he's willing to sink to such depths for Spirit Stones, who knows what else he will do!"

Look at the end of the document. It mentions his new posting. It seems to be Outpost number One. That's stationed pretty near the Dawn Fortress, it's a deserted area but distance-wise is quite close to the fortress.

"Hmm, it is close enough for me to send ghosts to scout on the camp and allow me to tap into what they see..."

Well then, it looks like we have a plan!

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This is a pretty shitty plan.

"Shush you. I'm concentrating. It's not easy getting a ghost there."

This is really boring Gui Hua. Let's just go there ourselves.

"No! We had a plan, it's a good plan. I'll give you a play-by-play on what i see if you shush."

Okay, fine.

" Alright, my ghost is within sight of the Outpost now, tapping into his view... Okay, i'm IN! Huh, it's a pretty small outpost. I can see about ten people in total there most of them seem to be legionaries which makes the centurion Brutus.

Seems pretty normal so far... Can see Brutus doing centuriony stuff like making the legionaries salute and do drills. Oh wait. This is interesting. He's been sending the legionaries away from the Arrays' wardstone. HE'S CUTTING THE WARDSTONE!"

Wait what? He's damaging the wardstone that is maintaining the Arrays used to alert the clan of the Invader's presence while protecting those within the Outpost till the Clan can send aid to extract them?

"YES!"

I suddenly have a very chilling thought. We know he has no scruples in selling mortals for personal gain. Would he be heartless enough to sell fellow cultivators placed under his charge to the greatest enemy known to the Clan?

"I...I think he is. I just saw him putting something in their stew pot! I think we need to go Nau. We got to stop them from eating the stew and get their assigned Array Engineer to fix the Wardstone."

Way ahead of you, i told your uncle and he's making his way from the stables with your stuff waiting. Let's go and this time you can use the motto. The situation calls for it.

"WE RIDE?!"

That's the spirit! Now lets go now. We have SAVING TO DO!

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They did not make it in time. Despite Uncle Qing Yun's speed, Gui Hua found herself still on the road towards the Outpost when the members of the detachment begun their meal. Even as they got closer, she could only watch in horror as one by one the cultivators drop into deep slumber, with Brutus' malicious grin growing in size as they dropped.

Just as they were about to reach the Outpost, Gui Hua watched as a Invader materialized from the dark and made his way to the gates of the Outpost which opened wide as if he was an honored guest and not a foe. This was all to much for her, and without realizing Gui Hua let the link to her scout fade leaving them only with a troubled heart as they made their way towards stopping a Traitor.

Upon reaching the open gates, the trio did not waste time by coming to a halt. Instead they burst through it in a clash of thunder that caught the Traitor and the Foe off guard, allowing them to hear the tail-end of the conversation between the duo.

"...just like the deal i struck with your brother a hundred years ago, here are the karma points all wrapped up for you. My reward plea-"

The mention of there being more cases of the Traitor selling his own people for personal gain filled Gui Hua with such rage that she leapt off Qing Yun with Saber drawn and Nau in tow and without caring about the difference in cultivation between the two of them slashed at him with a mighty slash. Even as she did so, a part of her noticed Uncle Qing Yun charging towards the Foe and forcing him into a no-holds barred melee.

Unfortunately, her attack was easily dodged by the Traitor who pirouetted past her slash as he taunted her.

"Well well, if it isn't the Devouring Willow's daughter? You might not be worth any points to my friend over there, but i'm sure he could find a way to use you against your Father. I thank you for your donation to the Aid Brutus' Future fund, i'll make sure to mention your contribution to the Clan!"

So saying, he lashed out at her with his gladius. Striking hard enough to send her stumbling backwards, her child body unable to generate enough strength for her to block his blows. However, the fact that she was able to survive one of his blows was surprising. Considering his Foundation Establishment Cultivation, she should have been squashed like a bug with his first stroke.

Noticing the confusion on her face, the Traitor gloated out-loud at her.

"Confused? My little powder that put all my merchandise to bed has an antidote that i took earlier since i had to eat the same food as them to deter suspicion. It has a little side effect that temporarily disperses my Qi for about 2 hours. But don't you worry your pretty little head about it, i have more then enough skill to beat you!"

At the end of his speech, the Traitor launched into a flurry of strikes that Gui Hua could barely parry away even with stepping back to negate the force of the hits. The world for Gui Hua narrowed down into the clash of Saber against Gladius, as she stove desperately to stay alive for just one moment more when she suddenly felt her back collide with a hard surface.

A quick look backwards revealed that she had collided with one of the walls of the Outpost and turning back to the front revealed the Traitor grinning sadistically as he moved towards her with Gladius held high.

Father, i'm sorry.

Despite her attempt to be brave, Gui Hua couldn't help but close her eyes to her imminent death. When a shout of screeching steel brought things to a standstill.

"Hey Traitor! You mentioned that you have no Qi in your body? THEN SAY HELLO TO MY LAZERFACE!"

Gui Hua could only watched in awe as the spirits of the dead filled the air with howls of joy as they gathered within Nau, faintly she could tell that the majority of the spirits seem to have came from the direction of the haunted forest they had visited before. Although the presence of other spirits coming from other directions indicated that the Traitor's Crimes were more then what they had discovered. However, the prospects of achieving vengeance for their unjust death due to the base greed of the one who should be their protector was the equalizing factor that allowed them all to fuse into a ball of Ghostly Yin Qi so compact that it showed up in the real.

Without hesitation, Nau fired the souls of the dead in a unceasing continuous stream that grasped at the Traitor with hungry hands that contain enough corrosive Qi to start melting him inch by inch with their touch. It was only the need to present him to the Clan that forced Nau to make the vengeful dead come to a halt. So many was the slain that despite the Traitor dissolving into a creature of half melted flesh and bone, the ball of Ghostly Yin QI had barely shrunk in size.

"Erm, thanks for saving me Nau. But what the heck was that? And what's a lazerface?"

You're welcome! Can't let my best buddy be killed right? Oh and i have no idea what a lazer is either. When i was following my Glorious Creator around, I just heard one of the Qi Condensation minions muttering about using the Sun and Mirrors to make a lazer that will melt the Invaders. I mean, i got something that can melt people and it fires from my face. Lazerface works.

"Huh. I guess it does. I wonder if Father can do the same thing. He can do melty stuff with his weapon as well."

Oooh, that's interesting! So he has a Lazer weapon?

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This started as something different, but i made some changes to turn it into a Destasia Duca Experiment thereby driving Gui Hua into Buddy Cops Shenanigans.

I was inspired to make it a Detective Conan style mystery with a villain that is outright evil with no redeeming traits. Gui Hua's ability to speak to ghosts allowed me to just jump straight to the reveal + Takedown. Part of the inspiration is definitely from the latest GS report where we have a example of a Golden Devil that went full Evil. this is another one where he turns traitor for personal gain.

Somehow in the process of writing, Nau became this weird combination of Guilty Spark, Claptrap and Lazerface Church from RVB. I'm not sure if i ever bring him back, but the Buddy Cop back-and-forth does let the words flow and help make Gui Hua more interesting to write about.

Homage to @fictionfan because Abel existence allows me to use Lazerface in the Omake in a semi legit manner. @Humbaba for Threadmark, though i'm not sure if you'll get it.
 
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The Magic Oak Sect, an Introduction by Mylanas Ephirotes

There are many scholars in the Clan, and many wiser than me. I have travelled far and wide, and I like to think my name is reasonably well-known. From my early work on the Simmering Soup Sect, to my travels into Magic Oak lands. This essay is best considered as an introduction to my scholarly text "Blood Soaks the Soil: Two Thousand Years of the Magic Oak Sect" which is available for purchase on the Contributions Point Board.

That said, this work is considered a primer for the Aspirant or Legionnaire, not a work for the serious scholar or Centurion. It involves the core arts of the Sect, its relationship to the Clan, and a brief sketch of the Sect's territory. It is a series of common questions and answers, so that you might not be completely ignorant of one of the powers near us.

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Who are the Magic Oak Sect?

The Magic Oak Sect are one of the Clan's neighbours, though only just. Clan territory is barred from the Magic Oak Sect by their immense volcano, named Lord Fire-That-Kills.

When were they founded and how?

The Sect is between 7,000 and 12,000 years old, depending on how one measures things. If we look at the first worshippers of the Magical Artery Oak, it can be said to be 12,000 or so years old. If we look at the Sect as a power that has a name and proper organisation, 7,000 is perhaps the more appropriate measure. The disdain of the Magic Oak Sect for the written word over the storage of memories and experiences in their Great Soul Crystal means it is difficult to properly grasp their history. They were founded by a series of men who formed a brotherhood at the time, as well as one particularly savage woman. It is believed the leader of the band, often referred to as Old Strange-Eyed was in fact a refugee or perhaps a deserter from the Optimatoi, though I would not voice this view among them.

This particular band of brothers (along with the one woman in their group) all grew to Nascent Soul, and seized on the mountains, slaughtering Spirit Beasts en masse that had occupied it ever since the mass depopulation of the continent ten thousand years ago. They were by all accounts a rough and rowdy band, each of whom were as close as men could be. They discovered the two great secrets of the region, the Sublime Ice Palace and the Magical Artery Oak. This particular treasure let them grow even stronger, each brother sacrificing his life to strengthen the others at need. Over the course of the next few thousand years, the Seven Ugly Brothers and One Beautiful Sister (as they are called by the Magic Oak Sect) settled down there, each founding a Tribe of their own among the people there, taking a small cutting of the Artery Oak to plant.

Beautiful Sister founded her Ice Palace as well, an entirely different branch of cultivation from the usual Oak cultivators. As the strongest member of the future Magic Oak Sect, she was recorded as never exceeding Early Nascent in cultivation yet found it no great difficulty to slay creatures in the Great Circle of Nascent Soul, a feat unparalleled in the modern day.

What are their strengths and weaknesses?

The Sect have the ability for their greatest talents to be absorbed into one another, able to gain not only cultivation but also mastery of other bloodlines and techniques. Their numbers of elites are fairly small, however, and using the Blood Acorn is seen as a suicidal move in which one locks themselves into a contest of death that can only be exited by giving up the soul and body to the Great Crystals of the Sect. Unlike other Blood Path powers, their Blood Acorns prevent those using them from absorbing non-Blood Acorn users. They are still able to absorb Beast Cores to a significant degree and for much longer than other Blood Path users, which has interesting implications for willingness and volunteering when it comes to the Blood Path. I have long conjectured that the reason the Cannibal Sect raises their mortals to view them as gods is to minimise the impact of absorbing their Qi, though I have no proof for this.

How are they organised? Their culture?

They have Seven Tribes, each of which has a Chieftain. Their Chieftains are all at the upper end of Core Formation. They also possess two Nascent Souls at any one time. The Great Soul Crystal can support a single Nascent Soul, and the Great Blood Crystal supports a second. Unlike most Nascent Souls the Magic Oak Sect spend most of their time in hibernation to minimise Qi usage, and only come out to mediate disputes or to defend the Sect. They mistrust outsiders, as apparently a thief of the Blood Acorns four thousand years ago rose into Nascent Soul by slaughtering their disciples, causing massive damage to the Sect. Consequently they only accept Sect members who descend from one of the Seven Tribes or the Ice Palace, and any attempt by outsiders to see the Blood Absorption Challenge is punishable by death.

The vast majority of their cultivators use Beast Core Cultivation, hunting the beasts that occupy the mountains. Perhaps only one in a thousand cultivates using the Blood Acorns, yet this is enough to see them named Demonic.

Each Tribe is named after the nicknames of one of the original band who founded the Sect, though using these names is a great taboo for outsiders. Calling them anything but Magic Oak Sect disciples as an outsider is considered a tremendous insult, and indeed, when doing so for the first time I almost had my cultivation crippled by a furious elder. Only much kowtowing and promises of ransom saved me. These names are, while not secret, considered to be the affectionate names of their founders for one another, and so using them in reference to someone who is not a close friend or family member is taboo.

What about their territory?

The Magic Oak Sect has eleven points of great note I feel necessary to understand the Sect as a whole. I will go through these one by one.

Firstly is Lord Fire-That-Kills. This is a sentient volcano, to speak plainly. Some powerful fire-spirit inhabits it, and it does not like cultivators. It does not so much protect the Magic Oak Sect as it does kill anybody who gets near, and while Nascent Souls can overfly it safely, it has killed three Core Formation elders from various powers in its time.

Second are the Tribes. There are seven Tribes, overseen and ruled by the Artery Oak Priests. Each of these tribes numbers around ten million or so, and the Magical Artery Oak hosts another twenty million. Perhaps another five or ten million live in the Ice Palace.

The Dog-Lover Tribe are Beast Tamers, ruling over savage Mountain Wolves which they ride into battle. Their founder was apparently one of the greatest Beast Tamers of his time. The northern mountains are full of dangerous beasts, and the Dog-Lovers battle them all. They are perhaps the mightiest tribe in terms of battle strength once you include their Mountain Wolves, as they able to move with incredible speed. Old Dog-Lover was named so after getting drunk one night, and his companions arranged him into a compromising figure with his Tamed Beast, recording the image on their spiritual jades.

The Strange-Eyed Tribe have the look of a washed-out Golden Devil - rounder eyes than the Third Sea norm, lighter hair, and yet somehow bleached of all Bronze that makes the Golden Devils who we are. I was unable to test their blood, but they have no evidence of Bronze within them that I could see, and no resonance at all when I set up a Hoplite Formation to show them. Old Strange-Eye was usually considered the leader of this band of companions, though not the strongest by any means.

The Unloved Son Tribe are not as their name suggest, and hold family to be one of the most important things. Their area is also full of Beasts, the third-most, and yet they are relatively weak in battle strength. I saw mothers call their sons (and daughters!) "my most Unloved Son" in a loving fashion in my time there. They are insular and suspect outsiders more than the usual Magic Oak novitiates. Their founder was apparently the son of a man who sold six of his sons to a powerful Core Formation pederast. When his father tried to sell him, he killed his father instead, fleeing with his companions and returning years later to slay the man who had inflicted such horror on his brothers.

Coward Idiot Tribe - A boring time here. The Coward Idiot Tribe are easygoing and brave, though not particularly smart. Their founder, Old Coward Idiot, was apparently a berserker of such fury that he would often charge in the wrong direction or through enemies completely, running away from battle in his attempt to reach it. Despite being a learned and erudite man outside of his fury, he was never able to truly rise above it.

The Traitor Whore Tribe apparently stems from an offer from Old Traitor Whore to sleep with Beautiful Sister if she slew a Nascent Hawk in the Great Circle for him. She mocked him for being a whore, slew the Nascent Hawk, and when he refused to follow through on his offer, named him the "Traitor Whore" for his betrayal. The Traitor Whore Tribe are mocked by the Ice Palace ritually once every ten years, a process in which women from the Ice Palace comes to choose husbands from the Traitor Whore Tribe, and they are ritually rejected before going through the ritual mocking in imitation of their ancestors. However, after this process many do choose to marry.

The Jabbers-Too-Much Tribe are the scions of Old Jabbers Too Much, a man who apparently narrated every single event - while it was happening - to the group he was a part of. These are the only real traders in the Artery Oak Sect, and they trade Spirit Stones with the Jingshen, largely in return for Beast Core and tamed Beasts.

Smells-Like-Shit Tribe is a fascinating place. They are fastidiously clean, as was Old Smells-Like-Shit. He was cursed, however, to smell forever, and the Smells-Like-Shit Tribe have a ritual in which they douse themselves in perfume designed to smell the same for a week to get in touch with their founder. They are a rough people, and one of the most martial of all the tribes.

The Great Blood Crystal stored all the Blood Qi absorbed from the various Blood Acorn cultivators when they die. The Blood Acorns feed the Artery Oak, but also feed power into the Crystal. This Crystal can empower the Oak Nascent to absurd levels. By my estimation, it is possible for the Oak Nascent to use the Qi there to temporarily reach Spirit Severing levels of power. However, the Blood Qi can only be used while near one of the Artery Oak cuttings or the Artery Oak itself, and would take all the accumulation within the crystal for the last ten millennia to reach a Spirit Severing level of power. It was merely a minor crystal millennia ago, but continues to expand with the never-ending infusion of pure Blood Qi.

The Magical Artery Oak is the only tree that drops Blood Acorns, and it is where the Tribes become a Sect. Lead by the Oak Priests, the initiates there learn to harmonise their cultivation with the trees, pouring Blood Qi into the trees and their will into the Soul Crystal. They cultivate slowly, and the most talented use Blood Acorns to enter the Contest. This allows them to consume one another, becoming more and more talented and powerful before they sacrifice their lives to the crystal. In this way only the purest and best Blood Qi is given to the Blood Crystal, and the Contest allows them to leave large fragments of will in the Great Soul Crystal.

Those dying leave fragments of their will in the Great Soul Crystal. It is able to accept even Qi Condensation Wills, so the knowledge there is tremendous. It can be accessed in part through any of the Artery Oak saplings, and this is how the Sect train and learn. There is no manual on arrays, rather one accepts a master from among the Wills of the Great Soul Crystal and learns that way. There is a tremendous focus on leaving power after death in the Oak Sect, and so much Qi is returned to the Sect, as are many Wills.

Lastly, the Beautiful Sister Ice Palace. Beautiful Sister was a woman of legendary ugliness, curious in itself among cultivators. Upon discovering the giant cave to the north, she named it her 'Ice Palace' (the stories I have told have made this out to be a sexual innuendo, though whether these tell the exact truth is uncertain), and cultivated there in different fashion. The Ice Palace do not use Ice Qi or ice techniques, but are rather Soul Cultivators of tremendous skill. Their arts allow them to constantly adjust the connections between the Oaks and the Crystals, and ensure the Will of the various dying Oak Sect cultivators are preserved properly. Beautiful Sister saw all of her comrades die, and was intent on preserving their names and their experiences, and left that legacy behind her. The Ice Palace is seen as sacrosanct among the Oak Sect, and despite the physical weakness of soul cultivators even the hint of an insult to one can see a tribesman killed out of hand.

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ar band of brothers (along with the one woman in their group) all grew to Nascent Soul, and seized on the mountains, slaughtering Spirit Beasts en masse that had occupied it ever since the mass depopulation of the continent ten thousand years ago. They were by all accounts a rough and rowdy band, each of whom were as close as men could be. They discovered the two great secrets of the region, the Sublime Ice Palace and the Magical Artery Oak. This particular treasure let them grow even stronger, each brother sacrificing his life to strengthen the others at need. Over the course of the next few thousand years, the Seven Ugly Brothers and One Beautiful Sister (as they are called by the Magic Oak Sect)

They settled down there, each founding a Tribe of their own among the people there, taking a small cutting of the Artery Oak to plant. Beautiful Sister founded her Ice Palace as well
Two bits cut off.
 
The Sect have the ability for their greatest talents to be absorbed into one another, able to gain not only cultivation but also mastery of other bloodlines and techniques. Their numbers of elites are fairly small, however, and using the Blood Acorn is seen as a suicidal move in which one locks themselves into a contest of death that can only be exited by giving up the soul and body to the Great Crystals of the Sect. Unlike other Blood Path powers, their Blood Acorns prevent those using them from absorbing non-Blood Acorn users.
Interesting. It seems like using the Arterial Oak as an intermediary, along with the voluntary nature of the entrants, allows the Magic Oak sect to get around some of heavens nerfs curse on the blood path to retain some of the original benefits that Soup Chef saw.
 
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Interesting. It seems like using the Arterial Oak as an intermediary, along with the voluntary nature of the entrants, allows the Magic Oak sect to get around some of heavens nerfs curse on the blood path to retain some of the original benefits that Soup Chef saw.
You can also see potential cultural inheritance from us in the way they use the Wills of the dead and the blood acorn cuttings as contribution boards, along with the focus on the good of the group above the good of the individual.

Something I find interesting is that they must be supreme historians in that they retain 10000 years of multiple original viewpoints. Though then again maybe that's not regarded as too long in this world.

Also, if the Blood Oak retains enough Qi to temporarily achieve soul severing strength, that's alarming in this current age of geniuses less bound by heaven's rules while heaven has them down for maintenance
 
"Calling them anything but Magic Oak Sect disciples as an outsider is considered a tremendous insult [...]"

I wonder why that is?

"Smells-Like-Shit Tribe, Coward Idiot Tribe, Traitor Whore Tribe, ect."

Hmmm...
 
It's reassuring that their Nascents only come out to defend their Sect. Means that Jingshen can't rent the Nascents, though they might hire lower level mercs.
 
They seem heavily isolationist. The good news is that makes it unlikely for them to fall into the Altar Lord or the Jignshen's orbit. The bad news is that I don't see much gain from trying to either ally or conquer them.

I expect that the greatest thing they have to offer is knowledge from their accumulated wills. I don't know how we could exploit that from a polity level though.
 
This poetic reference to the Blood Path, or do you think the Saber Palace are secretly/unknowingly founded around Soup Chef's sword?

Well, the Seven Saber Info text could be taken as saying that the saber is the Soup Chef's that shattered while slaying the Saber Sect's ancestor. Although my reading is that it's the saber belonged to the Saber ancestor and shattered when he died.

About Soup Chef? No, please tell this one. I was not aware of the tale regarding his name.

They named him Heaven-Conquering Earth-Consuming Demon as a title as they fought him? And then he killed everyone who called him by anything other than Soup Chef, seeking them out above all others? Interesting, lord.

So when the Heaven-Conquering Ear-.. What? Don't call him that?

...A curse? I thank you, mighty lord. The name he so disliked kills those who use it on him even today? I had no idea such a thing was still in existence!

So, when he killed our founder's master, the one who stood above Spirit Severing, his saber shattered, and fell to the ground. Where it fell it separated night from day, and Saber Intent leaked from it most severely.
 
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Gaius Antonius 43 - Crucible in the Sky, Part 6
Gaius Antonius Omake #43: Crucible in the Sky, Part 6

"Oh my, what do we have here?"

Ragged, sputtering breaths struggled in and out of Gaius' body, keeping him alive - for now, at least.

"You poor, failed Seeker, what has happened to you? The world has been cruel."

Gaius tried to open his eyes, but didn't succeed much. The swelling in his eyes had slightly gone down, granting him two tiny slivers through which to take in the world. Blots of light and color swam in and out of his view, coalescing into a blurry blob of grey. Something about the size of a man spoke to Gaius. It sounded like a man, too. With no energy to contemplate what was going on, Gaius simply accepted this, though he knew not where he had fallen to.

"You are in agony, your body broken and defiled by violence. Your life of strictness, regimented and cold, has led you here." The man gently scolded as he knelt at Gaius' side and pressed a wooden bowl of cool water to the Legionnaire's lips. "How does it feel? Has your will broken from the pain?"

Gaius' ruined face could not speak, so he focused on drinking, taking in the life-giving element with agonizing slowness. Bit by bit, the crisp and refreshing liquid brought back iotas of awareness.

Nonetheless, the stranger seemed to get some kind of message from this. "Of all the things in your life that led you here, what do you most regret?" he asked, looking deep into Gaius' swollen eyes.

Gaius searched, bit by bit, for some part of his body he could use, settling on his right foot. Over several minutes, he dragged his foot horizontally, using his toes to write out two characters.


力量


Strength.

"If only I had a little more strength."

If only he weren't so hurt when he reached the doorman.

If only he had been more skilled, and overcome Sophia more easily.

If only he could have exorcised the ghost entirely rather than fight himself physically.

If only that frog-man had not overwhelmed him.

If only he had performed even greater deeds in war, advanced even faster.

If only his devotion to The Seeker had been stronger, deeper, more zealous from the start.

If only he had been born stronger, more gifted, a genius beyond all reckoning, so his father would stay.

"So you are still unbroken? Your path has not changed?" The stranger sighed, hooking one gnarled hand beneath the small of Gaius' back and the other beneath his knees. "Very well. Then rest, for a time. I will bring you to a place of calm. Of peace, and respite. Gather more strength, warrior; drink your fill, and rise again."

With every step the stranger took, mist billowed behind him, covering Gaius' awareness in a blanket of whiteness.

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Deep in a dreamy haze, a very, very old man rested, meditating on himself and the universe as he took in the divine energy of creation.

"How many years has it been? How much longer will it be until this mist resides?"

Gaius' body no longer hurt. Such sensations had been cleaved away, along with most others, after the first twenty years. With nothing to do at all, Gaius cultivated; inefficient to be sure, what with the sorry state of his meridians, but the sheer amount of continuous effort had paid dividends.

At some point, a cloying blackness had been sucked from his body and whisked away into the whirling vortex of spacetime around him, scattered throughout uncountable dimensions, no doubt. When that happened, his proportions had shifted and countless tiny imperfections had been corrected. Most blessedly of all, his bones, though still broken, had set perfectly into place. That would be the Tenth Heavenstage, then.

Much, much, much later, an even greater quantity of filth had vanished into the kaleidoscopic distance. Each breath felt more refreshing than any he had ever taken before, and a sense of warmth and peace flooded his body with pleasant tingles. The Eleventh Heavenstage.

Ever so slowly, a pressure crept up Gaius' spine, one vertebra at a time. Conventional wisdom held that a cultivator of sufficient talent could progress toward the Twelfth Heavenstage at a rate of at least one vertebra per year. Gaius' talent and drive went beyond 'sufficient', but slowed as he was, he took that as a metric to count the years. After five, something seemed to change in the air. The mist was blowing away, the swirling infinities becoming less visible. This distortion would end soon. Three more vertebra, and it ended in full.

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Gaius blinked, sitting in place and staring blankly into the distance as sapient thought returned to his addled brain in bits and pieces.

How long had he waited? How had he kept his sanity?

Perhaps mercifully, The Seeker found his memory of the agonizing boredom hazy and fleeting. It slipped from his grasp like a freshly-caught fish attempting to escape back into the water.

Gaius allowed some qi to leak out of him; he didn't shape it in any way, merely moving it around. The potency was incredible. He could levitate small stones with only the barest pittance of energy and focus! He didn't dare do anything physically strenuous with all of these injuries, but even just standing around, the elasticity of his muscles was unbelievable. From halfway to the Tenth, to halfway to the Twelfth; amazing results.

But...

The Seeker scowled, and turned his gaze to the sky. Greatsea Mountain hung miles above him, taunting. He would never find his way back again, not in the short time until the gate opened again. Or...

Fuck. How much normal time had passed!? Forget hunting, Gaius had to get back to the gate as fast as possible; if he didn't leave before the timer was up, he would be trapped forever!

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Eleven months and ten days after he entered, Gaius found his way back to the "lobby". A small stone fortress constructed by a small group of Qiguai array smiths just outside the other side of the gateway after all of the entrants had gone through, this building served as a place of respite for those recovering from injuries but planning to go back out into the Secret Realm. At this point though, the ones inside would not be leaving; everyone in the realm was trying to make their way back to the entrance by this point, it was just too risky to rove out and risk being lost with under a month to go.

The Seeker trudged through the blue sand and knocked on the door, which was soon opened by an internal mechanism. The inside was simple and spartan, just a series of barracks, a few large rooms for medical treatment, and a mess hall. Gaius took a moment to marvel at how the Qiguai Clan built one of these every year, in a different place. The Secret Realm was such an incredible source of income that almost any expenditure of labor was worth it.

Two physicians rushed to Gaius' aid, getting him onto a stretcher and bringing him into one of the medical rooms for treatment. A dozen or so cots lined the walls, most of which were occupied. Gaius was brought to an empty cot, and in the adjacent one lay Huang Shuren, a Saber Palace disciple with whom Gaius had had multiple verbal confrontations in the leadup to The Opening. Huang Shuren and he stared off into space with a haunted, wall-eyed look. Gaius settled into his own cot as physicians began to attend him, and an exhaustion as deep as the ocean began to fall over him.

"Find anything?" Gaius' neighbor asked him slightly nasal voice.

"Time warp; made it to the Eleventh Heavenstage. You?" Gaius replied, too tired to question this sudden turn of events.

"Magic fishing line. Captures spirits to bind them to objects."

"Nice, nice. Did your, uh..."

"No, she didn't make it." Hang Shuren's fist clenched tightly at his side and shook as he spoke, but he was otherwise too shell-shocked to emote much.

"...sorry to hear that." Gaius said, tilting his head to look up at the ceiling. "I got in a lot of fights. Fought some monsters and a foreigner; not sure how she got here. Didn't get to the place I was after though. You?"

"Met a dragon ghost, went diving for a divine pearl. Got poisoned by a Mercury Urchin and had to go back, but I found the fishing line." The Saber Palace disciple explained in an equally deadpan tone.

"Mercury? The miracle cure did that to you?"

"Well, you know what they say. Too much of a good thing and all that."

"True, true."

The two men, politically enemies and formerly full of spirit and drive, slipped into a quiet solidarity over the next few weeks, quietly relaying the miseries that had availed them and the wondrous sights they had seen. It wasn't that they were friends; they just had no energy whatsoever with which to hate one another.

At the end of the year, that gate finally opened, and all those within the fort were ushered out - no matter how injured they were, there would be no help for them once they left the Spires. Of the three thousand Qi Condensation entrants, around twelve hundred had come back, and Gaius couldn't help but note that the fort wouldn't have been able to hold more than five hundred. The mass death that was an inherent part of this system had not fully dawned on The Seeker until then.

They all streamed into the courtyard opposite the one holding the new entrants, most of them bearing crutched, casts, splints, bandages, pins or other, stranger things. With everyone more spread out, Gaius was free to see who was present. Tiberius was not among them.

The Seeker sighed deeply, suddenly feeling every one of his seventy-five years. "You idiot. Now I'll have to drink for the both of us." He lit a cigarette, picked up his crutch and went on his way. Through success or failure, glory or shame, the path never ended. It was time to go home.


And there we go; it's finally all done. As soon as I got that incredible fate report on turn 9, i had no choice but to drop everything else I was working on to work on this instead. I did end up putting in a lot of writing on other stuff as well, but this has been my primary focus. Now that it's finally out I can return to other planned stuff.

As you've probably surmised, it is very much up to interpretation how much of this gauntlet was real and how much was not. If you don't think something was real, it's also up to interpretation whether it was an illusion cast by the Secret Realm or a delusion internalized by Gaius in the time warp. Hell, if you wanted, you could even read it as Gaius falling off the mountain and all the way through the sky, then dreaming up all of those events in his cultivation-coma.

As for what I think? That is something I'll keep to myself.

And a big thanks to @BadAtScreenNames for helping me realize that Don Quixote references would fit Gaius perfectly, which led to Sophia's creation.
 
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On the Manipulation of Heavenly Lightning, a Primer by Victor


Lightning.

Such a thunderous concept. What cultivator hasn't felt the bite of heaven's fury? We golden devils certainly feel it more than most. Is it such a surprise that Heavenly Tribulation makes up so much of our studies and literature? It is the very symbol of the heavens that we hope to defy after all. One of the greatest acts of defiance exalted by our society is taking the weapon of heaven for ourselves. It was an idea that had gripped my mind when I was but a lowly Aspirant. I already knew electricity, I had thought to myself. I simply had to extend that knowledge to Heavenly Lightning.

Electricity for those who do not know, is the technical term for Lightning in its ground state. While it still functions according to Heavenly Law, it no longer contains it's Will. It does however remain a fundamental part of reality and can be turned to near infinite purposes from generating physical forces to carrying one's will a great distance. We can achieve this with specialised techniques but very often, we fall to arrays and mechanisms made of choice materials and carved with the right symbols to produce the effect we want.

To fully master this field, one requires not only skills within array-smithing and knowledge of heavenly law, but also diverse skills such as biology, mechanics, elemental transformations and more. It is a difficult journey, one that I am still completing myself but in the end, it is a one that has been done by others many times. We must simply follow in the footsteps of our ancestors and we would have mastered it, as much as we can master any elemental force.

But that is Electricity.

Lightning is an entirely different beast.

It is that which binds Heaven and Earth and judges the defiance of Man. It is the Divine Will that separates the Elements and forges the world that is. What golden devil has reached beyond the heavenstages but has not faced heaven's wrath as it strikes him for his temerity and seeks to find the flaws in his Dao? If I were to continue with the previous metaphor, then electricity is a tame dog that can be taught tricks and expected to act nearly the same each time, lightning is a ferocious wolf that can certainly be wrestled down and trapped but it cannot be domesticated. It can be fed, let loose upon your enemies but eventually, it will die in captivity.

In practical terms, this means that while capturing heaven's lightning is a difficult but solved issue, it's use and containment is not. The primary issue as always comes from Prometheus' Paradox which states that the mere act of binding Heaven to Earth reduces what was bound to it's earthly variant. The secondary issue is controlling the Lightning. As golden devils, it rejects our very existence making most techniques highly difficult to use.

There have of course been records of individuals with heavenly treasures or a relevant dao summoning and manipulating the power freely. Legates who have completed their Core and can manifest their dao in some manner as well as those who have access to heavenly treasures or unorthodox cultivation that can access abilities from those greater heights can be exempt from all common rules. As such, the methods described here are primarily for the use of Centurions and though not recommended, Legionnaires.

The most popular methods to do work with Heavenly Lightning in common circulation are the Five-Element Heavenly Seal, the Earthly Spirit Binding Method or the Lightning Feeding Method. The Five-Element Heavenly Seal is one of the standard arrays taught to any array-engineer in the Third Sea. It invokes the elements of heaven to ensure a complete and powerful binding. By isolating Tribulation Lightning within its internal environment, one can extend the time it can be maintained to nearly a hundred years. The issue of course, is that the stored lightning can then only be used once, as once the lightning is released it will be released entirely. This type of seal is best used for long-term storage or for talismans and the like.

The Earthly Spirit Binding Method binds a spirit of electricity in an attempt to replace the Will invested in Heavenly Lightning. Originally, it was thought to only increase the rate at which heavenly lightning loses itself but experimentation has shown that it can be tremendously effective in the short-term. Once the binding is complete, it allows a replenishing source of tribulation lightning that can be commanded by the same methods that are used to command any spirit. It is one of the most effective methods when one doesn't simply want to store Heaven's Lightning. The disadvantage of this method of course besides the difficulty, is that it slowly drives the spirit insane and inevitably leads to the spirit turning against its creator.

The Lightning Feeding Method is a method of my own design. It lacks the longevity of the first method and the ease of use for the second method, but it makes up for that by being a happy medium that does not risk your creation running rampant. By running the lightning through a circuit with a spirit stone and the right array, the lightning's energy is constantly replenished. At the current efficiency, the lightning maintains its nature for over six months. During that time, one can freely attach it to further arrays in order to make it perform as you want. A short time in the grand scheme of things but when combined with a Five-Element Heavenly Seal for storage, it allows for a safe but broad use that does not require a dao or other rare skill.

The primary issue that prevents this design from being widespread, is the need to ensure every task one wants to use the lightning for requires excessive experimentation to ensure that the arrays are working correctly. This takes time, effort and uses up precious stores of lightning that were wasted in said experimentation. This had made many consider the Earthly Spirit Binding Method superior despite its many deficiencies as one could simply command the spirit to do what we wish rather than spend all of that effort for every new task. It is certainly something that is hard to argue against.

However, with access to a colleague whose dao allows her access to the lightning of heaven, I have gotten a chance to perform nearly unlimited experimentation. In my book 'Heavenly Lightning: Now Grounded in Reality' I have listed a vast variety of configurations that can be used for any common purpose from automata to healing. Even more specialized variants can be made available for those interested enough to contact me and willing to negotiate a fee.
 
Interesting. It seems like using the Arterial Oak as an intermediary, along with the voluntary nature of the entrants, allows the Magic Oak sect to get around some of heavens nerfs curse on the blood path to retain some of the original benefits that Soup Chef saw.

It's still possible to get around the curse in a sense, but it requires limitations and powerful magic. The 'open to everyone' Blood Path is what is slowly being strangled by the Heavenly Laws, though every other form of Blood Path is being weakened as well. For the Magic Oak Sect, this means less efficient absorption of Qi by the Blood Crystal and Oaks over time - but because theirs is a path of slow accumulation the fact that it's not perfectly efficient doesn't weaken them nearly as much.

Well, the Seven Saber Info text could be taken as saying that the saber is the Soup Chef's that shattered while slaying the Saber Sect's ancestor. Although my reading is that it's the saber belonged to the Saber ancestor and shattered when he died.

Soup Chef's sword is on the continental map!


Thanks, these are now fixed.
 
Cloud Demon Cave Mechanics - The Third Secret Realm
So the Cloud Demon Cave is now open to Good Seeds this turn.

It operates a little differently to other Secret Realms in three ways.

Normal Secret Realms are a maximum of Four (4) Fate Rolls, with more risk and more reward per roll. They are very swingy. You can be kicked out before you get four rolls, though, and realistically you should expect to use at least one Life-Saving Treasure.

The Cloud Demon Cave is a big collaborative endeavour which has a number of Floors.

Each Floor comes with a Clear Reward - that is, being the first person in offers a bigger boon for clearing a Floor. Once a Floor is cleared, it becomes much easier for subsequent characters to clear, but also offers a much smaller reward.

Secondly, each character can only go in once. Your Effective Cultivation is big here - being more powerful and at the top of your Great Realm really helps. Going in at the 1st Heavenstage is unlikely to yield you many rewards. So there is a strong tradeoff between 'waiting to be more powerful' and 'going in first to get the cool early rewards'.

Thirdly, you can only clear stages at or above your Great Realm. Foundation Establishment cultivators can't go steal all the Qi Condensation treasures, for fairness's sake. They just skip those floors automatically and they're not cleared.

Unlike a normal Fate roll (which goes to bad), you either Clear or Fail a floor. If you Fail, you roll on a Wound Table which is not effected by your Fate Bonuses (or threadmarking bonuses), so the risks are very real even if you've written one million words this turn.

It also has more rewards than normal Fate rolls.

The Cloud Demon Caves offer Cultivation, Impact, Lifespan Treasures, Tribulation Treasures, Life Saving Treasures, and Plot Coupons - the latter open up some cool options and plot-lines for the characters who unlock them. The latter of course are seen much more in the latter stages of the Cloud Demon Caves. In the higher echelons of the Cloud Demon Caves there are also Clan Bonuses of various sorts, Secret Treasures that offer interesting and one-off effects unique to your characters, and even one-off Manuel Bonuses allowing him to operate at a much higher level in combat briefly.

It's a bit of an experimental idea, so don't feel compelled to have your Good Seed enter, but from this turn onwards it is now open to all Good Seeds who have not already entered.
 
Hum, with one hand my good seed can't get treasures (without sending those to the clan)so going there would be a bad idea anyway. In the other hand he and his successors have a reasonable good trait to help the clan here. One poor builder at time:(
 
Unlike a normal Fate roll (which goes to bad), you either Clear or Fail a floor. If you Fail, you roll on a Wound Table which is not effected by your Fate Bonuses (or threadmarking bonuses), so the risks are very real even if you've written one million words this turn.
Hmm, since is Pass or Fail, then the only really important thing is to stock LSTs

Which is nice, as long as you think you have enough LSTs, you can challenge the SR
 
I don't think most of us foundation levels should join the cloud secret realm for a few turns, next turn we have the other secret realm to go to
 
Discord has indicated that clearing the cloud caves would be a quest win condition. So if every good seed is going to the caves to attempt to maximize the the clan's chances of completely clearing the caves I think that the algorithm goes like this.

When good seed is at the top of their realm check if(Good seed has the highest total impact of an seed attempting to enter the cloud caves in their realm so far)
If true attempt cloud caves.
If false breakthrough and check again at the top of the next realm.

How many life saving treasures a seed has saved up might also be a factor, but that comes down to your risk tolerance.
 
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