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

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So, is there a benefit to writing Omakes without a Good Seed in mind?

See, I had this idea for a Realm with some very potent benefits if used properly. Thanks to it's odd rules.

Basically, time runs at 90 times the speed of the Turtle World proper. If you think that's too good to be true, well, there are a number of caveats. Firstly, while pregnancy and the like are unaffected, and only needing food or water once a month are of great benefit, this also applies to the healing process, which means that it can't he abused for fast healing, and indeed, going in without proper bandaging of your wounds is liable to kill you from blood loss, since it takes 90 times as long for coagulation and scabbing to take effect. Aging is unaffected, however. It seems to be that normal functions, such as breathing, that need to be active constantly function as normal, but things like eating and recovering from major wounds that aren't done every moment, unlike normal cell replacement, don't.

Another issue is that Qi density is awful. I mean so garbage that Good Seed tier aspirants are needed to hit Stage 5 Qi Condensation, most people are lucky to hit 3. Of course, when 900 years pass inside relative to normal timeflow, that means a relatively steady stream of high-end QC cultivators.

There are a number of upsides, however. As far as can be discerned it has no edge, though this means it's incredibly easy to get hopelessly lost if you were to move at the proper speed for higher Cultivators, which means effectively infinite living space. The terrible Qi quality means a near absence of predators mortals can't handle, and farming normal crops like wheat works for much the same reason aging still works. By extension, the raising of farm animals can proceed without issue. Thus, it's a relatively safe haven for mortals.

Say we shook loose 10 million people. Assuming 1% annual growth, by Turn's end they'd be well over 20 billion, though they grant garbage aspirant throughout for their numbers for the discussed reasons.

It would probably be something Noble Knowledge was cooking up to manage a huge number of low-Qi experiments, stuff like studying crystal formations that normally take 50+ years to form, for example. Alternatively, selling it to the Blood Path in exchange for more help expanding the Maze might have been a goal if they would have been disinterested in low-Qi studies. Since they can convert huge numbers of mortals and garbage Cultivators into higher tiers with relative ease, the Blood Path would get huge benefits out of it. Nearly a millenium's worth of even 'vendor trash' Cultivators every decade would trickle upwards with relative ease.

The thing is, this doesn't feel like something that would just he a Cool Thing a NK escapee might have brought with them on the escape. It's too... big for that. I could write it as something Destasia put together from 6 or 7 project hunks split between the escapees, and have them go in and try to explore the place in hopes of turning it to the Clan's ends, with the last guy managing to hit QC 4 or 5 and leaving to seek his fortunes elsewhere since he'd otherwise die of old age before getting very far.
Occi's gone on record saying that non-seed omake won't get mechanical bonii because that leads to a bunch of conflicts and people being guilt tripped because they 'put themselves ahead of the thread's needs'.
If you want to write a non seed omake, there's no rules against it, it'll just not have a mechanical effect.
 
Sun Ji 4 - Setting Roots
Omake 4 - Setting Roots

Entering the Sunset Gardens was an experience unlike any Sun Ji had ever had. There was so much plant life it was hard to believe that just outside the walls were mile after mile of desert scrub. The greenery spilled over everything in this place. The roads of red clay brick were barely visible beneath a layer of supernaturally sturdy moss. It gave one's steps a bit of spring to them, and even the wheels of carts failed to leave marks that lasted for more than a few seconds amongst the undergrowth. The buildings that girded the avenues were sculpted of a stone not local to the area. Sun Ji knew that they had been imported from the hometown of the founder, the twin mountains of the Sun King near the Oasis. The striated colors of it seemed almost intentionally painted, if by some Soul Severing shaper of worlds rather than a man. As if that wasn't enough, the plants themselves were a bedazzling array of scents and colors. As the sun passed into the next degree of setting, some flowers closed while others opened. The main avenues of the garden-city seemed to array outwards from the heart of the Sunset Sect, at the center of the far Eastern wall. Hundreds of thousands were supported in this magnificent place. The housing stretching as vertically as the crawling vines of the Dusk Grapes that were the city's most profitable export.

In fact the buildings could be said to be an array of Arbors, Trellises and Latticed Panels wrought of stone rather than wood or metal. An interesting choice, given the interaction between the various Elements, but it did make for wonderful aqueduct systems.

Shu Xiu was so agitated that Sun Ji wasn't sure there was much room for proper appreciation left. "Shu Xiu, brother Jing Shen will be fine. Cultivators heal much more easily than mortals."

His childhood friend sucked on his teeth. "S'not just that. It was just so casual. You know? Like he could do whatever he wanted just because he had the power."

Peng Jin gently maneuvered Xiu to the side, as a cultivator-pulled cart zoomed past them. "It's the same as any gang, with prettier paint and profits. The strong do what they want, s'just a question of which cart you wanna hitch yourself to."

Sun Ji nodded politely to the locals they passed, "and how many words they'll make you wield."

Shu Xiu looked like he was sucking lemons as he digested the words of his friends. Sun Ji and Peng Jin knew the way to the Riverlord Sect, and silently they'd agreed that Sun Ji would escort them to the Old City just to be safe. It wasn't that the Sunset Gardens were a particularly dangerous set of neighborhoods, but the gardens closest to the river were known to be particularly rough. Just because the Seven Temples had pact with the River Spirits, didn't prevent nasty beasts from climbing ashore. Especially since the spoor of such beasts could be such valuable fertilizer. Mortals near the shore learned to obey their flight or fight instincts quickly, or got overwhelmed by the gangs or beasts that lurked at the edge of the waters. It was one of these gangs that the Old Man had come from, and it was from these gangs that the Riverlord Sect was fueled.

At least, before the Golden Devils had come.

The rumors on the lips of passersby easily filled the space left by a lack of conversation. "Did you hear what those Gold Devils did? My brother's getting his blacksmith dreams off the ground 'cuz of them. Seems they're paying mortals to help equip the Shoreliners" "Oh yeah? Xue Lin got hired last year to help tend the plants they'd shipped in. Seems like they're having a go at making a third garden over there." "No way! The sun'd set on us all before they did something like that. Are they trying to provoke the monks?" "Nah, that's old wives' gossip. Can't be true" "you callin me old, Hong Cao? Hrm?"

Sun Ji resisted the urge to snort at the good-natured banter. It wasn't time for such frivolous enjoyment. He was two of the four eyes keeping Shu Xiu safe. Apparently the lowest hanging flowers gave some sort of signal for when cultivator-carts were about to come barreling through, but between the jaywalkers and their unfamiliarity with the city the bes they could do is try to move with those that looked like they knew what they were doing.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised by the amount of Wood Qi aspect being used in what was a garden. Still, hopefully Jing Shen would have luck outside of the city. If worst came to worse, perhaps he'd have a future in the so called Shoreliners.
Though Sun Ji doubted such a back up plan would be needed.

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Jing Shen gritted his teeth as he opened his wound once again.

He didn't know the proper name for the vine, but Day Flingers were the kind of plant that even mortals had fun with.
Not as much as a cultivator could have, of course, but hey. One of the reasons for this plan was exactly because mortals could work with 'em.

"come on, work with me dammit." Jing Shen muttered as he pushed his blood into the capillaries of the plant once more.

Of course the guard hadn't given him a cutting with fertilized seeds, or even any seeds at all. Not only would that have been dangerous, but Day Flingers had some value. Even if they weren't typically anything a cultivator would think about, it was almost like Heaven forbade any sort of wealth from escaping into the hands of the less fortunate. Even if it was the smallest seed of the meanest Cultivator Plant. In the end, it was still worth more than most mortals in the eyes of Heaven.

Finally, his lifeblood found the vein he was looking for. He followed the path up to the wound where it'd been cut, and lent some of his healing power so that it could be shut.

Sure his arm would take longer to heal this way, but that was a small sacrifice compared to making sure this cutting would survive.

With a pained smile, Jing Shen pulled his blood back out of the cutting and finally began mending his own wound. Oh yes, when he finally returned to Chengwa it would not be empty handed.

No, he'd return with the seeds of prosperity.

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Peng Jin waved back to Sun Ji as he began to walk with Shu Xiu across the Sunset Bridge to the Old City. Peng Jin wondered how long it would be before they would meet again, but didn't worry for a second about whether or not they would meet again.

Shu Xiu was less confident. "Are you sure he's gonna be alright, alone in the city?" He asked Peng Jin. The exchange between the guard and Jing Shen had really bothered Shu Xiu more than Peng Jin would've expected. He supposed the boy was more protective of them than he probably should be, given that he was a mortal and they were not.

"Who, Sun Ji? Oh yeah. He'll be fine. He was practically born to live in the city. All these people layered on top'a one another. All these lives so busy with themselves they can hardly pay attention to their neighbor. Nah, Sun Ji will be right at home here. And actually," Peng Jin stopped Xiu for a second and held out a pinky. "I bet you he's a stronger cultivator than either of us by the time we see him next."

Xiu raised an eyebrow. "oh? You really that confident in him?"

Peng Jin smirked. "Absolutely. We're gonna have to fish our butts off if we wanna even keep up with him now that he's in his preferred environment. I mean think about it. He's Sun Ji. Him living with the likes of us was practically a fish livin up on the shore."

Xiu snorted. "I guess he always did have a stick up his ass. Fine, I'll stop worrying." Xiu slapped Jin's hand away. "But I ain't takin that beat either. From what The Old Man said, this kind of cultivation ain't consistent like the proper sects do it."

Peng Jin grinned wide, as he saw a shadow pass below the bridge out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, but just think about all those river monsters we can eat. If we're lucky, soon enough we'll be one of em" Peng Jin snapped his jaws lightly, and Xiu laughed at his friend. "Good. No more worrying. Let's go show that goody-two-shoes that the Riverlord Sect can keep up with the best of them!"

The two friends pumped their fist and rejoined the wash of people that were crossing the bridge. Soon enough, the Old City would have two more monsters patrolling the shores..

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"So. You wish to join this glorious Sect do you?" The man was visibly old, but such looks rarely correlated with age at the Sunset Sect. The Sect Brother could be a stalled cultivator pushed to desk duty in his old age. He could also be a young talent blown out too soon through overuse of the Dao of Decline. Sun Ji didn't let the exterior influence him, and instead made his response as neutrally as he could.

Sun Ji nodded earnestly at the recruiter. "Yes honored sir. This one was most impressed by an exchange of pointers he witnessed, and came to the Sunset Gardens in order to seek out further guidance on the Dao of Decline."

The interview room was well lit by the low hanging sun, the light surprisingly unobstructed despite the fact that practically all of the Gardens stood between themselves and the sunset. The room was made of the same sort of stone as much of the city was, split in half by a lattice partition heavy with Dusk Grape Vines. The center of the partition had an archway, as well as a chest high metal-lattice gate that held stylized Dusk Grape Vines that would have looked as real as the rest if the colors were correct. The recruiter sat at an elevated desk directly to the side of the gate, obscured behind the screen of vines. There was a sound of rustling paper as the recruiter confirmed something.

"Ah, you hail from Chengwa then? I must say that although the Brother disapproved of your so-called Child Gang they did state that it was superior to having no system in place for such mortals. Better in the hands of a somewhat-virtuous gang than driven into the hands of our enemies." the recruiter sniffed. "Yet the report did not mention that some members of that gang were cultivators. Tell me, why did you hide your cultivation from my Brother?"

Sun Ji could feel the penetrating eyesight of the recruiter from beyond the screen of vines. Whatever perception Art they were using clearly made the vines not an obstacle. "Well sir, I was told that young talent was preyed upon by the unvirtuous and trained hard to be able to suppress myself."

Pages turned as the recruiter read something, but the feeling of being seen didn't abate. "Interesting. So should I presume that this training occurred before you joined the," there was a pause to gather the appropriate amount of distate. "Child Gang? I doubt that Old Shu would force you to train in such things, even after he earned his namesake."

Ji raised his eyebrows, "You know The Old Man?"

Ji could practically hear the recruiter's eye roll as they began to explain. "By rumor, not personally." The man cleared his throat, "There once was a brash young Shoreliner namer Shu, who could be found prowling the river's edge each night hunting for prey. It was said that many young lovers who found themselves ambushed would be saved by the snake-strikes of this cultivator, though there were questions on why he was always there to begin with. The man claimed he only had eyes for the hunt though, and to prove himself virtuous swore off the drinks he was so found of and could never be found near a brothel again. One night though, just before sunrise, the man dragged himself into a bar covered in blood. A black blood, practically ink, and the frightened barkeep ran herself all the way to the Sunrise Garden to beg them for medicine."

Ji's eyes widened as the recruiter continued. "When our Honored Brethren of the Sunrise Sect arrived, however, the young man was fine. Covered in alcohol, having washed himself in beer, but other than drunkenness he was in fine health. Our Brethren and the barkeep both berated him fiercely for his misconduct, and he willingly agreed to work off the debt of the beers. But after that night, the man was not nearly so brash nor gregarious as he'd once been. When asked about that night, he claimed he'd killed an ancient crocodile, and had ever since felt as old as the beast he'd felled. A lingering curse, he called it, and I hear the Shoreliners share the tale as a reason to be careful what you eat. Eventually, the man paid off the debt and decided to leave the Garden behind. Some say he retired to a life in the River Towns, so his old bones could rest."

Ji laughed as much as was polite, "Well that sounds about right for The Old Man. I didn't think he'd be a city hero though."

"Hero?" The recruiter laughed. "Well, a folk hero I suppose. For the Shoreliners, at the least. In any case, can you confirm that you wish to study the Dao of Decline for me?"

Sun Ji bowed to the degree of the sun, which was quite low at this point. "Yes honored sir. This one seeks to make the most of his hours before night, as it were."

"Hoho, excellent young man. Excellent." The gate swung inwards as the recruiter seemingly had forgotten to question why a boy as young as he had already achieved the First Heavensrealm. "You'll be a fine seed at this sect. I look forward to witnessing your growth"

Sun Ji smiled. "I look forward to setting down roots myself." he said, as he walked into the Sunset Sect proper.

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`Decimius Diakos - 2
Binding the corpse wolves was not a mistake. He didn't regret it. He was willing to admit that he should have been more careful about standing up too fast after losing so much blood. It wasn't great to black out for a minute and wake up on the floor.

Unfortunately, that was not an isolated incident, even long after he should have replenished his blood levels. There's a nasty suspicion lingering in the back of his head that if he didn't have the blood of bronze, this would have killed him.

This might still kill him.

The question is, does he care?

He continues cultivating of course. Even when it feels like he's just a waste of stones better put to use elsewhere, he cultivates diligently. It's something to do.

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Three and a half corpses don't make a person. Don't make people. Not even stuffed with whatever magic Tertia stitched into their bones.

There's worry, there, when One presses the warm-cold bone of her snout into Decimius's hand dangling off the edge of the bed. At the beginning the feelings were fuzzy, vague like something out of a dream and hard to differentiate from his own. He knows these aren't his feelings though. It's her worrying, not him, because--

He's lying in bed, thinking why even bother when he's just going to die the next time the Trials roll around, when the staff is mortal, when most everything left in the house is fake and replaceable. All the gravebronze armaments long looted or lost centuries back and every record from more than two thousand years ago unreliable, the rooms belonging to the people surnamed Diakos empty, the funeral hall holding only their names, because not a single one of his parents or siblings left a body behind to send home. The closest things to a body he has are...

At the same time, he's standing there worrying because it's almost noon and he still hasn't moved and he should eat something. There's perfectly good food going to waste and she would eat it, but what she knows must be rice and meat of some sort does not feel like sustenance for her. Does not look anything like what she remembers it should be. She does not eat, does not drink, she does not cultivate and she must be getting sustenance from something else and that is the thought and that is the idea that curdles fear in her nonexistent belly and that is the feeling that reaches into and twists at Decimius' guts.

That's what gets Decimius out of bed that first month. That's what gets him the momentum to start cultivating diligently again, twelve hours every day spending her and his and his and her and his points and spirit stones and treasures that they left for him to advance his cultivation. The cultivation of a pathetic newly minted first stage cultivator of qi condensation that he is.

He doesn't know what he's doing. He really has no idea. Looking through One and Two and Three's eyes at the manual Tertia left him gave no answers. They don't even register as words. Looking through his own eyes gave him more questions than answers but at least there were answers.

Her handwriting's terrible. Tertia's handwriting had always been on the sloppy side but this is just atrocious. The books she had used to explain her process was originally one of Sextilis' journals from what he can read between the lines. It's been written over. It's easy to tell the difference between the two when, for one, Tertia had flipped the book around and started writing on the blank pages. Her script was neater near the beginning, and coherent enough for even a beginner as green as Decimius to put together how to bind the wolves to him.

It got worse in stages. It'd start off comprehensive and steadily degrade until her sentences trailed off into spirals that only vaguely resembled letters with the occasional legible word or two scattered here and there. Then the font suddenly got bigger, with the occasional clarification as to what the last line of scribbled loops meant when it was rewritten in a neater hand. The content got more nonsensical. And the cycle repeated again.

By the time she started writing over Sextilis's neatly printed script Tertia had switched over into using some sort of bronze tinted ink that glittered in the dark. The third book was basically incomprehensible. There were diagrams in it, but what Tertia had written to go with those diagrams Decimius had no clue.

He made it work. It was either work or die, after all.

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There was a plate of steamed buns at the table. He hadn't noticed them bring it in. When he touched them they were cold and a little crusty from drying out.

Two insistently nosed at the plate, the bone of their snout gently clicking against the ceramic.

...he could take one bite.

It was cold when he bit into it, and colder still when he reached the wet filling, grainy and sweet. It spread across his tongue with a faint taste of salt. Egg custard buns. It would have been better hot, but they weren't spoiled when cold like a meat bun would have been. He took another bite, then stuffed the rest of the bun into his mouth.

One smugged. Two kept nudging the plate.

Decimius picked up another bun at their insistence. The filling had solidified when it had gone cold, so it wasn't like he was in danger of spilling yolk everywhere.

The Blood Mists are awful, of course. He didn't kill anyone. Not for lack of trying, but he managed to not kill anyone.

The estate is... empty. It's emptier than it has been for a long time. Even when the main branch got whittled down, the staff usually got left out of it. Some cultivators had married in to the Diakos name but other families had just... lived there. Taking care of the building, looking after the gardens, raising their kids with everyone else.

Decimius wasn't angry about it. What he felt wasn't really strong enough to call resignation either. He didn't blame anyone, not when he only just barely scraped past becoming a blood cultivator himself. It really was a 'wow, what else can I expect this decade' kind of season.

So yeah, he goes shopping for his replacement. One might have gnawed at his fingers for wording it like that, but no matter how sharp her fangs may be his skin held strong against her abuse.

They were obligated to keep track of all Diakos descendants who have left the main line for at least five generations, but that hadn't been updated for... awhile.

A lot of these people were probably dead, if not in the war, then in the blood mists. And the Trials were coming up. Of course.

He couldn't do this. At the same time, It wouldn't be right to just dump everything on someone who's never even seen the Diakos estate.

He wrote some letters.

Dear Relation,

Who wants to inherit my house and everything in it. Terms and conditions may apply, like having/taking the Diakos name and living in said house. Come see in person for details.

He wrote a lot of letters. He had a lot of relatives. They were generally more formally written, but the idea behind them stayed the same. A lot of relatives got 'dead' added to their folders. He got a positive reply. Eventually.

The writer was the child of a child of Yi, Mother's first born son. Who had died long before Decimius had been born. Gloriae was his grand niece, an archer, more accomplished, more than twice his age.

He didn't ask why she wrote back. That was probably a failure of some sort of responsibility but he couldn't pick out a specific one and that had to be good enough.

If I die then I die. Those were words that Decimius could not bring himself to believe in.

He wanted to quit. He didn't want to write up a will, pick out a successor, design his alter. He felt like one of those pirates in the story books who refused to learn how to swim because it was unlucky.

Preparing for his death felt like inviting misfortune. Like setting out a place and sweeping the doorstep for death's approach. Like giving up. He didn't want to.

Decimius didn't know why.

Odds were, Decimius was going to die young. Chances were good that a mortal could outlive him. He knew this.

He did.

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A hundred points isn't that much. In comparison. In comparison to other things.

He can afford it. And it's sent by the Protostrator, so it's not going to be something like the horror stories Sextilis has told him about about the contribution board.

Probably.

He can afford a whim. Decimius just knows that if he leaves it, he'll be itching at it for weeks until he's finally forgotten about it.

But the letter is all anyone is talking about. Everyone that's coughed up the points to open it refuse to say what's inside, but they don't... seem to regret it. As far as Decimius can tell.

He opens the letter and reads the top. When he reads the rest of it, the words don't register. It's as if all the thoughts have just fallen out of his head.

He picks one of the options that isn't about the fort and goes home to think about what he's done. Within the month, he's further away from home than he's ever been in his life.

It wasn't a trap. He doesn't regret it. They are his points, now.

He still doesn't regret it, pinned under a small mountain of slowly rotting corpses. It figures, though, that he's paid a hundred points for his death.

He waits there, pinned under who knows how many bodies for hours, waiting for someone to sniff him out, waiting to die. Blood path cultivators walk past under Three's eyes without incident as the hours go by.

The sun rises and Decimius is still here. The sun sets and rises and sets and rises and.

Decimius doesn't die.

Why?

A devil on his own dies all alone. This goes double for a Diakos. Decimius is surrounded by the dead, piles upon piles of dead. He doesn't understand.

Two Foundation cultivators of the Blood Path pick a fight next to his pile. Some parts tumble down under the force of their blows. Time passes. They kill each other. They die.

Decimius doesn't know what they were fighting over. He doesn't know how they didn't manage to knock the pile over and find him. He doesn't know how long it takes before Three plucks up the courage to stop playing dead and search the outpost. To find it empty and return to sift through the bodies and pull him out.

Three is the one carrying him. One was the one who picked him up, tucked him into Three's back, the one who carefully uncapped the bottle scavenged from somewhere and gently tipped the contents down his throat. She's the only one with limbs articulate enough to not have to resort to puncturing the sides.

He can taste her concern as the chill slips down his throat and stings at his lips. A sourness that's not quite sour, a sweetness too faint to be called sweet. Decimius wondered which body in the pile packed plum tea.

It follows that Two's the one who picks out the gem from what's left of the Blood Path smeared across the ground. Scavenging from the dead.

He uses it of course. He's not going to let it go to waste and he won't just leave gold on the ground for someone else to pick up because he's squeamish.

No, he's just going to leave everything he owns to a practical stranger because it's traditional.

Decimius isn't going to bother with lying to himself, he is still probably going to die at the Trials. Gloriae is probably going to die too. The only difference is that her chances are better.

The only difference is that his chances have gotten better. For now.

@Swordomatic
 
Kyveli Zaralli 1 - A Grave Moment
Omake number one
Kyveli Zaralli
A grave moment

The weather seemed to coincide with Kyveli's displeasure. Deep into the cold season - when ashen material frequently threatened the land - a harsh wind had picked up. Even for one of his kind, the chill caused a slight shiver to frequently shake him. More often than not, those that had visited him had done so for either the common cold or for hyperthermia.

In recent times he had been devoted to a select few... habits. Among them was his inclination to sleep within his place of work. When Kyveli's father had passed on, among his inheritance was the old family clinic. The building occupied a spot among a well-traveled street. The life of an apothecary hadn't been glamorous, but it had left him with satisfaction, contentment. In the furthest corners of the clinic was the room that he bedded down in, a room formerly used for examinations. Along the floor of the room sat several jars of sweet wine, haphazardly scattered around. Some opened and emptied, others still yet produced the pungent aroma of alcohol.

Deft eyes stared into the ceiling, seeming to memorize each granule, crack, and oddity. In his half-dazed state, those wandering eyes finally landed on a portrait depicting four bronze figures, a family, his family. It was late at night when Kyveli finally mustered the will to begin his expedition. It was better this way, the night seemed... suitable for this matter.

Kyveli's trappings were padded heavily, insulation for the coming trip. Perhaps it was his own perception about such things, but a swift walk in the darkness led him to realize how dead everything was in this hour. Even the birds, the few that inhabited this desert, laid silent. A partial truth, of course. Beneath the slumber laid a powerful, indefatigable vitality to the land.

Another truth was made evident: how kind the Golden Devils were. Not a single person was cruelly laid upon the streets. No one slept without a roof in this miserable weather. It was under the clan's guidance that such generosity was made possible. It was the small swell of pride that made his recent decision more palatable. The clan was just. Whether or not he would always agree or understand his future orders, Kyveli was in good hands.

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It was during his considerations that he passed a small orchard, the trees seemed to have wilted slightly in the absence of care. A quick glance was all he needed to find one of the more average trees within the orchard. It was one that he had planted personally when he had been quite young, a long-time family tradition. Near to it sat two deadened husks. Two trees that had strived for adulthood, yet had been mercilessly struck down by the cruel whims of fate. In reality, there were many dead trees within the grove, far more than Kyveli could ever count. He lingered at that spot before continuing.

There sat the magnificent building of his ancestors. The entrance of which was guarded by a statue. The lone sentinel had stood watch long before Kyveli's birth, probably far longer than his mother's or grandfather's too. Honestly, he wasn't certain what the statue represented or who it was. Kyveli's wife had once guessed that it was a long-forgotten elder of the Zaralli. Whatever the case may be, Kyveli hadn't come to ponder on the solitary structure.

The grand entrance wore many ornaments, all centered by a majestic door. Larger it was in both height and size than two Kyveli stacked upon and by each other, yet with a slight push the door glided inwards. Others, not of Zaralli blood, seemed to always struggle in opening the gigantic entrance. Many a time his poor father had to sit outside for minutes perhaps hours to gain entry. Staring at the opening into the house Kyveli's speed came to stop.

Kyveli silently stood within the threshold. The ancient door frame encapsulated the mysticism of the past. Made of an unknown metal - some form of alloyed bronze, he had speculated in the previously - carved upon the frame was an engraving of a marveling complexity. One could imagine a fey creature gracefully, flittingly attending to her duties as she carved a seemingly living array. Perhaps to the crafts worker, these symbols told a story of their own. With a disquieting snicker, Kyveli considered if there was a hidden warning within, perhaps transcribing the ancient secrets from within his bloodline. As if.

Kyveli continued in his quiet stupor, lightly tracing the workings of his ancestors. In recent times... after... what happened, he had begun attending lectures on pursuing the fruits of the Heavens. Of snatching one's fate from the claws of destiny, the grand machine of the Heavens. Cultivation. It was a simple rule - truly, absolutely basic, really - one must know themselves. In many ways, introflections were apparently as important as digesting the mystical energy source of the immortals, qi. It felt... a bit ridiculous, to be honest. Yet, Kyveli had made a commitment. One he was determined to meet, perhaps exceed.

It was for that reason that Kyveli came to a sudden realization: he was stalling afraid of the darkness... miasma within. A moment or two was all it took to steel his resolve, taking in a deep breath. The abode was filled with the stilled air of several months of vacancy. more than that, a... particular smell invaded the entire house, it seemed. Kyveli's acute observation noted the building cobwebs that spanned the visible hallway. Upon taking his first step, bypassing the long opened doorway, Kyveli felt the chill that accompanied the late-night seep into the house. Who could've guessed that leaving an entrance open for an extended period of time would've allowed heat to escape.

The durable metal that composed of Kyveli's flesh - his hand slightly tremoring - covered his face, following a small sigh. He was being... dramatic, Kyveli knew that. Rather simply this childhood home of his had unnerved him. The callings of the past seemed to echo within the magnificent halls.

Kyveli had been in a... dark place for a while now, looking for the rhyme and reason for the Heaven's betrayal. In the past - what, weeks, months - period he had been caught in a swirl. Things seemed to be happening so quickly. The names and faces of those he had just met melted into a fog as soon as they left his vision. Just recently he had 'signed' up to the clan, to join the ranks of their vaunted immortals. A man nearing his middle years seeking the path to power had been looked at as a slight oddity. One that had warranted a brief discussion with one of the many elders... A young man that could hardly be seen as having entered his prime yet more seemed to lie behind the surface. Just standing in front of one so... different, changed had left Kyveli feeling stripped bare before that elder's eyes. Furthermore, all it had taken was a simple glance before the elder had harumphed, told Kyveli that he must acknowledge his past, and finally shooed him out the door... all happening within a minute of each other. It was a puzzling experience to a... grounded man like Kyveli. How had that wisened elder known? Heh, did his gloomy demeanor make it that apparent of his recent loss?

Anyhow, it was made explicit that Kyveli had been blacklisted until his 'issues' had been solved, bar listening from the peripherals he wasn't to even attend any lectures. Faint indignation wriggled within him at that. Did they not know who he was? Who his family was? Did they not respect the past?

Kyveli shook his head at that. What was he, a mortal doctor. What was his family, dead and forgotten. The past was, regretfully, in the past. Besides... the thought of putting up even momentary resistance to that elder filled him with fear. More than that, Kyveli could instinctively tell that they were right. Many a time had he prescribed medication to those unfortunate few who had suffered trauma from past events, even from when those... terrifying folk invaded. Kyveli knew better than most - clinically if nothing else - that his previous actions were a bad method of coping. The drinking, the isolation it had to cease. It was just... difficult. Seeing his two daughters - Amynta, the eldest, and Dimitra, the youngest - wade into madness, and death had been... upsetting.

With small, ever so stumbling, steps Kyveli made his way through the house. The smell got stronger. In an odd and extrasensory way, he could nearly sense them. Hear their tinkling laughter. See their minuscule legs as they scuttled up and down the halls. Even now their presence within the house was palpable, from the drawings on the walls to the countless small messes they left. The hole in the wall, from when Amynta had gotten a wee bit too adventurous with a knife. The small parchment that was made of a preserved hide; filled with wondrous creatures made out of Dimitra's imagination, the center of which contained four bronze figures.

These memories of his were among Kyveli's most prized possessions. They weren't what he was here to remember, were they? No, he came for something else, far more twisted. He came to remember the anguished screams of Dimitra, as her mind was warped and torn apart. For the pained expression upon Kimitra, his wife, as her eyes lost that vibrant shine to them... they had soon stopped speaking after Dimitra's death. For the blank expression, Amynta had worn in her final days. Kyveli's little girl seemed no different than a stranger by that point. The curse claimed another two Zaralli. Perhaps it was for the best that he was among the last of his line.

One by one, Kyveli decided to move to each of their rooms. The master bedroom was immersed in utter darkness. Probably for the better. All that was left was the sweet, subtle scent that was left behind by Kimitra, even now it clung to the space. Heh, Kyveli always had told Kimitra that her perfume was unimaginably strong. It had always fallen on deaf ears, her nose seemed to be deafened too. The tiniest smile graced Kyveli's features before he continued onwards. Sat facing opposite to the master bedroom sat Dimitra's bedroom, ensured in its closeness due to the frequent nightmares she bore. Away from the master bedroom, the smell became further unbearable.

For a long period of time, he had been unable to look at the room. In the end, he had been unwilling to be infested by the dark presence the bedroom contained and finally boarded it up. Looking upon it was a dreadful activity, it was a mishmash of furniture and wood. At the time, he had felt it only just, preserving her as she was. Now Kyveli looked upon the horror he had created in disgust. Barricading the room felt as if he had trapped her soul inside, doom to an eternity of entrapment. That wasn't acceptable.

At first, he began to wildly move about the offending items, in a manner that seemed In extreme contrast to his profession. The formerly meek apothecary continued with his work reducing the pile bit by bit. By the end, the swirl of activity had transformed into calculated, precise attacks as he heaved great breaths of air, exhausted. Finally, the door was uncovered. Even the encompassing darkness didn't prevent the color figures that had covered the walls from being apparent. In the early months of Kimitra's pregnancy, Kyveli had personally painted the room based off an old child's tale. He could hardly remember the story itself, but the creatures within had been vivid both inside his and Dimitra's thoughts. The Yellow bear, pink pig, and stripped tiger that were adhered to the wall had accompanied doodles. The doodles had a far less precise air to them yet a greater charm. They seemed lively. A silent promise was made to not block, forget such things again. He scanned the room for one last time before a lonely pencil came within his view. It was Dimitra's treasure. Her favorite tool was one that had brought many of her creations to life. Kyveli solemnly took the utensil, hiding it within a pouch he had strapped to himself.

The youngest and the first to pass had been taken care of. What came next was what had truly frightened Kyveli. He had known this truth for a long, long time yet it was only now that he began to accept. Kyveli had been a coward at his daughter's death. As the curse stripped away at her, flaying her mind layer by layer, Amynta had begun to... forget. Kyveli had accepted when she had forgotten his own name - just as he had accepted when she forgot her mother's, her sister's. It was when Amynta had forgotten her own that something within him had broken. By that point Kimitra had long left the premises, gone to... somewhere he couldn't recall. All alone he had been taking care of Amynta: cleaning her, feeding her, and watering her. The girl couldn't walk, move, talk... eat. Even her breathing had begun to hitch as if in the next second she might well forget how to take in the next breath. Kyveli could long tell she wouldn't pull through. Yet... Yet... yet it was his duty as a father to stay for her twilight moments. He had failed her... Kyveli had left his helpless daughter all alone.

The miasma within the somber halls was apparent. Ever so apparent, exceedingly so to a doctor such as himself. Dampened by the cold as it was, it still seemed utterly obvious this far into the house. It was time to make it right. The hall that led far away from the other bedrooms was where Amynta's room sat. For an independent girl in her early teens, it had felt right to give her space. The long trek as the stench only grew more pungent made him regret that decision. An eternity passed as dull footsteps clunked through the house. Kyveli made it to a simple door. A headache had formed as he neared.

Kyveli's vision wavered. Nausea made itself known as he eventually creaked open the door. Kyveli held his breath as the door rested to his side. In his blurred vision sat a distorted girl - many, many chunks seemed to be missing from her wavering form. She seeming waved her tendrils, hands perhaps, at him before fading. As his eyes refocused, nothing was immediately apparent except the small form on the centered bed. Amynta laid in her decayed glory. It... it was time she had a proper burial. They both needed it.

As he picked her a seemingly invisible weight lifted from his heart. Backtracking through the house, Kyveli promised to do better. Upon exiting he felt the statue's eyes upon his back.

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I would appreciate any feedback about this(thanks for reading this, by the way.) This Kyveli's first journey into cultivation, resolving his heart demon... if such a thing even exists at his currently non-existent level. Hehe, also look at the title again after reading this. I'm terrible, I know.

I'd like a Life-saving treasure, please.
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I would appreciate any feedback about this(thanks for reading this, by the way.) This Kyveli's first journey into cultivation, resolving his heart demon... if such a thing even exists at his currently non-existent level. Hehe, also look at the title again after reading this. I'm terrible, I know.

I'd like a Life-saving treasure, please.

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

Here's my own prospect. Rina Callista Child of the Callista lineage--a line that dates back from the most ancient times, through sheer stubborn refusal to die more than any special attributes on their part. That and possibly the legion of descendants that tend to spill out of them every...
 
Welcome to Good Seed Quest Kyveli, I've threadmarked your first omake but I'm not seeing a background page. We recommend all good sees have them as a hub of I fo and links for them. Something like this
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Hmmph... this junior is a good seed [Cultivation Management Quest] Original - Fantasy

Here's my own prospect. Rina Callista Child of the Callista lineage--a line that dates back from the most ancient times, through sheer stubborn refusal to die more than any special attributes on their part. That and possibly the legion of descendants that tend to spill out of them every...
A good seed
Kyveli Zaralli
Among the clan known as the Golden devil, there once existed a particularly eldened house. Yes, once. The Zaralli, previously known as the Zaralloi, a premier family that could trace its lineage since before the calamity of the Imperial Optimatoi had fallen to great depths. The last few shambling members cast off their once glorious name in shame. For the blessing of the Zaralloi became the curse of the Zaralli. Perhaps, that alone wouldn't have brought a great to its knees. No, it was the subtle shaping and guiding of the Heavens that had done so. Zaralli, at their prime, were common enough. Only when an unfortuitous purging at the hands of the hundred-year trial did the last vestiges of the Zaralloi, the Zaralli, crack. Nowadays the remaining Zaralli can easily be counted with one's hands... if they had a hook for a hand... and were missing a digit or two on the other.

Kyveli grew up in the subtle fear that his curse wrought. He had watched his mother - a beautiful gal that had yet to be encrusted with green, one of the last remaining scions of the Zaralli - shy away from him in his younger years, afraid to make a connection that would leave her torn. Kyveli understood why, of course. He had heard of the stories, how could he not. Of the tortured screams his younger sister had let out. Of insidious insanity that had gripped her until... How her bronze had finally dulled, leaving nothing more than a decaying shell. More than that, he had heard of similar stories of his eldest brother. His premature aunt. His cousin. The grave of the Zaralli was immense. It was assumed he would follow in their footsteps.

That was, assumed by all but his father. You see, Kyveli's father was different in that he wasn't a Zaralli. The decrepitude of the once great house hadn't poisoned him from a young age. Yet he knew the stories all the same, better than anyone really. He had watched his precious daughter die from within. He listened as his eldest fell apart. Kyveli's father strictly abided by the hope that this time would be different. He didn't dare let his son exist without his love, without his guidance. So it went that Kyveli followed in his father's footsteps, a healer. No, not one that knew how to infuse a dying body with mystical power or how to mend a soul. Kyveli grew up under the wing of his very ordinary father.

Years passed and the never-ending, knawing from within both began and continued. The very fabric of his mind, his soul, seemed to disappear at times. Kyveli's very essence... was... consumed. He felt like a house. One that had its rooms being painfully torn from it by a vicious hurricane, its foundations eroded against an unstoppable flood. Kyveli's only beacon is the nurturing, unfaltering, hand of his father. Just like it began, it stopped. Or rather, the torturer had chosen new tools. On the inverse, new thoughts and sensations sprouted within his deadened mind. Old, forgotten memories welled like a spring along with new unsettling revelations. Whereas before the rooms of his house were being torn up, now they were roughly slammed back together. Different from before yet strangely familiar. Soon... well... soon enough it all ceased. Only the faint immaterial burbling from within could be occasionally heard, dormant.

It was a glorious moment for Kyveli when the nonexistent murmurings and the unsettling out body experiences ceased. As it was the first time he had seen his mother weep with joy. The curse of the Zaralli had ended within him. Like his mother, his grandfather, and his forefathers before him, he had survived. One of a lucky few. The Heavens had blessed him.

Life continued. Kyveli was, well, satisfied with his position in life. No life of thrilling adventures was wanted or needed from him. Instead, he was content to continue his father's business. A simple doctor.

As the saying goes, the main goal of all life is reproduction. Kyveli wasn't long a bachelor. In fact, within two years of being newlywed, he had sired two wonderful, glorious daughters. Their eyes contained the trademark vibrant yellow of the Zaralli family, and they shared their mother's shaded brown hair. It was from that viewpoint, of a loving father, that he witnessed the blessing of the Zaraloi from an unusual angle, from a spectator... it was a dreary time within his life. One in ten, that was the odds of surviving this venomous curse. Kyveli's youngest was taken fast, as was what most often happened. His eldest... suffered. amidst these encroaching horrors Kyveli's wife... grew distant. The Heavens had cursed him.

It was within that rage and despair that he found a goal, a burning desire to cure this 'blessing'. No longer would the Zaralli suffer, by one means or another. Kyveli got up from the shambles of his life and emerged a cultivator.

Quick summary​
A poor guy named Kyveli gets utterly wrecked by the blessing that the far stronger Zaralloi could handle but the vastly enfeebled Zaralli can not. Lossing everything in the process Kyveli sets out to heal this curse, for the sake of his family, becoming a cultivator.

Core concept​
I want Kyveli to be a doctor and not a fighter. He is a man who has lost quite a bit and has been greatly dispirited by it but is resolute in making his efforts count. He is also supposed to be able to do some special soul stuff(especially once he has gained a bit in cultivator level) due to the curse/blessing(which is his cool thing, by the way.) He is meant to be a fairly proud character(as his lineage is meant to have been fairly awesome once upon a time) that has been humbled due to his circumstances.

Cool thing​
The Zaralloi/Zaralli has long been infested(unintentionally or otherwise...) by a mutualistic(as in, benefits both parties...ish) soul parasite. The idea is based on the real-life Cymothoa exigua(which has been mystically enhanced for the funzies.) So basically the parasite is passed on through the lineage of Zaralli. The parasite then after five to ten years of dormancy to increase the chance of host survival begins to cannibalize their soul. The parasite then, as it does in the real world, replaces the consumed bits as a working replacement. This process is generally pretty unpleasant to the host(which isn't actually true to its real-world counterpart) and has a survival rate of around 1 in 10. The soul parasite makes up for an all-around sturdier soul that the host can, with practice, use far more flexibly than their normal equivalents. Perhaps even allowing for attacks. It has to be understood that Kyveli can now be considered the parasite and the parasite Kyveli. Without each other, they would both die, and are, in many ways, entirely merged.

Character sheet​
Starting turn: 14

Age: 37

Current life span: 200(Qi condensation = 200) or 8 to 9 turns

Cultivation realm: 1st Heaven stage

Cultivation goals: 12th Heaven stage(for the soul funzies)

Health: Healthy

Impact: 0

Items: N/A

Omake log:
Turn 14:
A Grave Moment(Requested life-saving treasure)


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This is it. It got kind of lost in the flow because I had to have it approved by a moderator first(first time poster approval and all that jazz)
 
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So, non-canon Omake question. About how many Cultivators of a given level does it take for a Blood Path follower to rise to the next Realm?

Strictly hypothetically, if you had a million Qi Condensation Blood Path followers and had them Hunger Games it up until they winnowed themselves down to the next Realm, whereupon they were forced to wait until other people hit the new Realm by Nascent Soul proctors(presumably Old Cannibal and Altar Lord) before resuming the feeding frenzy, would they be able to get a Nascent Soul out of that? Like, it's supposed to be 1/100 million mortals to get a Nascent Soul, and 1/100 mortals Cultivate because of resource issues so in theory 1 million QC should be enough, but the Blood Path cheats like hell. Would they get a hundred or so Cores out of the deal to top off the extant Nascents, or what?
 
Sun Ji Omake 5 - Germination
Omake 5 - Germination

It had been some months since Sun Ji had joined the Sunset Sect, and things had started to settle into a routine.

First, Sun Ji would awaken before the dawn and run a blade across his head and face. He didn't have anything to shave, but Sacrificing the long nearly-black brown locks had to be upheld for the benefit to matter at all. He'd not begun growing facial hair, so there was no potential for Sacrifice there unfortunately. Besides, he couldn't quite convince himself that any pubescent fuzz was worthy of Sacrifice. Not like burning his shorn locks had been.

After that meditation on Sacrifice and the limitations of Sacrifice, Sun Ji would wash himself with river water drawn from the Aqueduct that ran next to the barracks. It was important to not waste any gifts of the River, and as a First Heavenstage Cultivator Sun Ji was forbidden from spilling more than a cup's worth of water in the process. The "cup" at First Heavenstage was a veritable bucket. Even still it took him well past day break to wash himself in such a careful way, but such discomfort was hardly worthy of counting as Sacrifice. Instead, Sun Ji meditated on the nature of Water as he washed. It was a new Dao for him to cultivate, but it came to him relatively easily. Water was both unyielding, and endlessly flexible, depending entirely on context. The liquid explored every crease and wrinkle to be found in either himself or his uniform, and ferried out every errant grain of rice or flake of dead skin to the tub he washed in. In that way, Sun Ji thought Water was quite similar to himself.

After washing, the tub was to be carried from the barracks to the Bursar's Office. There the disciples would wait with tubs in hand, punishing those that took exorbitant baths with static weight carrying. Worse, once one reached the front of the line the Bursar would assign an area of the Sunset Garden to water with that same accursed tub. There was an upside to carrying more weight though. The amount of resources committed to the disciple were related to the amount of water one brought successfully to where the Bursar required. If one was able to accept not receiving support on their path, they could be exempt from such a task and could instead earn resources doing less grueling tasks that the Sect needed done. Of course the fastest way was to Sacrifice one's morning to this difficult task, and then after apply themselves to the odd jobs as well. Sun Ji made sure to save as much water as he believed he could carry in his tub, and set off to the Bursar's office.

As one of the cleanliest disciples, fastidiously cleaning himself using mortal-aqueducts each night beforehand, Sun Ji consistently made it to the Bursar when the line was short. Some of his Sect Siblings were grumbling about his ability, of course, but it mattered not. His person was the cleanest of any of the First Heavenstage disciples, and so he doubted any elders would truly gainsay him.

As he reached the front of the line he saw the face of the old Bursar. A talent that had burned too much vital force to continue, he had fully committed himself to the study of administration until the Sunset Sect had found it fit to appoint him as Bursar. The old man had disturbingly young eyes set deep in his shriveled face. The voice that came out was cracked with age, but still bright with vigor. "Sun Ji, you shall be watering the Dusk Grape Vines of this office. Afterwards, you will be given additional work. Go quickly now, the sun ever descends!"

There was grumbling behind him as Sun Ji nodded and stepped to the right. Such a generous assignment, surely it meant the additional work would be grueling indeed to be so blessed!

Sun Ji climbed the steps and quickly poured his tub into the various drains of the roof. The Sect Proper took up nearly every high building and rooftop in the Sunset Gardens, with only Sect-run businesses sharing the same elevation as they.

Not halfway through his task, an agent of the Bursar climbed up the steps from the interior and called out to him. "Sun Ji, correct?"

Sun Ji paused in his task and nodded. "Yes madam. This one is Sun Ji."

She squinted at the paper in her hand, "Right. Says here you'll be tasked with escorting a scion of the Golden Devil Clan that's passing through the Sunset Garden. Says here he's interested in learning about some strange Sacrifice Arts, and your name came up. Do not shame the sect, and be cautious. From the brief explanation I got about the methods he was looking into, it sounded. well." she grimaced. "Perverse. They certainly aren't Blood Path, but be not enticed by the Demon Path disciple. Understood?"

Sun Ji bowed, back burning under the weight of the half-full tub. "Of course senior sister. This one will do their best in escorting them"

She harumphed as she turned to leave. "He'll be arriving at the roof of the Barracks by the 5th Risen Degree. Don't be late."

Sun Ji schooled his breathing and hurried his feet. A scion of The Clan was here! And he'd be escorting them all day! Sun Ji wouldn't squander this opportunity!

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914 Words - Leads into Collab Omake with Insane-Not-Crazy's Seed "Jiang Chrysanthos"
 
Jiang Chrysanthos 14: Sun Ji & Jiang Chrysanthos - The River Flows Free and Fast
TURN 14, OMAKE 2 [JIANG CHRYSANTHOS]
Jiang Chrysanthos 14: Sun Ji & Jiang Chrysanthos - The River Flows Free and Fast

It had been a few decades shy of a century since the Golden Devils had turned their attention to Seven Temples City, a relatively short time to a cultivator but almost two generations for mortals. Since that initial arrival as infiltrators into the holdings of a rival power, the bronze skinned aliens to the Third Sea had overturned the dynamics of the Heavenly Bandit Kingdoms and the entirety of the desert in the Virtuous Flipper Region. Seven Temples City as the inevitable hub of activity in the Kingdoms had felt the ripples of the Golden Devils' activities quite distinctly. Just when the thousand-year old city was adjusting to the elimination of the perennial threat to the south in the destruction of the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect, their overlords to the north, the Jingshen Clan, were overcome with contemptuous ease, overcome beneath the might of a resurgent Golden Devil Clan. New masters had brought new opportunities and some were quicker to seize them than others.


The Old City of Seven Temples City no longer resembled a two century old memorial to the tragedy of the Betrayal of Bridges. New life filled the walled quarter of the southwestern corner of Seven Temples, each day filled with the sound of ruins being demolished and new construction going up at an incredible pace. It was a time of revival in the Old City, a revival that irked the extant powers of Seven Temples City who looked across the banks of their rivers to see the gold banners and bronze-blooded features of the transplants from the lands of their new masters planting a flag within their walls.


Jiang Chrysanthos, who preferred being called Chrys, looked up at the colors of the 95th Legion fluttering in the early morning breeze as they exited their hired quarters in the Old City just before dawn broke upon the city. The sixteen-pointed bronze compass rose that was the sigil of the Compass Rose of the Legions, flew even with the grey spiraling staircase of House Delphi strung up on flagpoles in the center of the newly built plaza that had become the center of activity in the Old City. The two flags flanked a third flagpole bearing the banner of the Riverlord Sect which bore the simple insignia of a fishing spear crossing a large fish hook at an angle. The message was simple and direct to anyone who witnessed the presentation: House Delphi had come to the Old District in strength as partners in an alliance with the Riverlord Sect. Other influences from the Golden Devil Clan had followed in train but the Old Blood family was stamping its claim clearly for all to see. Jiang studied the waving fabric as they yawned, stretching out the kinks of a long night's meditation and other lingering aches. Their injuries from that unfortunate encounter with Blood Curdling Scorpions were more than a year healed but that didn't stop Chrys' body from complaining occasionally. At least the payout from taking down a nest of Spirit Beasts burgeoning on rapid expansion under Foundation Establishment leadership had provided enough Contribution Points to provide Chrys with the resources they needed to consolidate their second Dao-Pillar.


The newly minted 2-Pillar Expert considered the hour and reluctantly dismissed plans to take a swim in the nearby Yangtze river feeding into the Spirit Lake. The previous night's meditation had run overlong as Chrys contemplated the lesson of [Flow] and they were running late for an appointment with the Sunset Sect. Securing Raijin in its back sheath along with its paired companion short sword, Jiang set off north towards the Riverlord Sect. The bridge from the Old City to Tollens Island was still in disrepair due to fierce opposition from the Shrines. Chrys would need to cross the Yangtze by boat and they had a ferryman waiting. Chuan Gong had been a good guide during Chrys' time in the Old City and being late would be unconscionably rude even to a Junior.


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Master Jiang was attractive in a non-committal sort of way. Whether they were a handsome woman, or a beautiful man, it mattered little to Sun Ji. Though he did suppose it was good he hadn't exerted himself overmuch during his morning chores. He bowed to the degree expected of Juniors of The Clan to show to their Seniors, "This one greets you, Master Jiang. This one is called Sun Ji, and I am the one assigned to escort you around the Sect."

Chrys nodded slightly to the young man waiting for him at the entrance of the Sunset Sect, acknowledging the Junior's greeting. Polite, clean shaven and neatly dressed in simple clothes, the Junior was the perfect example of an aspiring disciple of any reputable sect. It was always dangerous to read too much into the meaning of such things but the response from the Sunset Sect in offering this tour of their grounds led by a Junior was an indication of a willingness to treat albeit not overwhelming interest


"Thank you for the welcome," Chrys replied, "It is an honor to be offered access to the Sunset Gardens and the other glories of the Sunset Sect."

Sun Ji bowed again, "To have a scion of the mighty Golden Devil Clan grace us with such words, surely my seniors would smile." This was good. There would likely be no need for him to reveal himself. "This one has been authorized to give a tour, but if it's not too bold for this one to ask: what precisely are you looking for at the Sunset Sect?"

"I have an interest in your sect's application of the Daylight Monk's teachings. The duality of experience in waxing and waning of day offers some insight into questions I am pursuing about the balance of spiritual energies. Are there any areas you can show me that have a conflux of balanced energies?" Chrys replied after a moment's consideration, "Your seniors are currently considering my application to examine the deeper records of your sect so honestly I would find any meditations on the nature of Yin and Yang helpful."

Sun Ji smiled and nodded. "How curious that you were directed to this Sun Ji then, seeing as I am but in the First Heavenstage. These eyes cannot yet see the flows of qi properly, nor am I any more than a fraction as enlightened as my more cultivated Sect siblings." He raised an eyebrow to see if Master Chrys got the hint. "Still, I have read much theory. I will endeavor to show you as much as I can."

The Barracks was located directly adjacent to the large wall that split the Sunrise Gardens from the Sunset Gardens. Over the years expansion had seen the roof fully connect to the wall proper, and it was at the wall that the aqueduct-walls of the Gardens were fed.

"Come then, Master Jiang, and this one will bring you on a tour of the city." Sun Ji gestured towards the rushing aqueduct, as well as the path alongside it. "Unfortunately only cultivators with deep understanding of the ways of rivers may use the water itself for travel. For others, such as this Sun Ji, we must use the muscles we have trained with."

Chrys frowned as they approached the aqueduct. "Is there some kind of religious ban on using the waters for travel?"

Sun Ji shook his head. "No, this one has heard tell of a rare few merchant cultivators that may use the aqueducts for their purposes. The only requirement is an understanding of rivers great enough that the Spirits do not rise and assault you."

Chrys chuckled at Sun Ji's words. "That I believe I can provide but there's no need. Why don't we walk the paths and you tell me about the lessons of the Sunset Sect? If I am seeking wisdom from your doctrine, where better to start from than the foundational principles taught to Juniors. In exchange, I will offer a bit of wisdom from my own understanding of the Dao. What do you say, Disciple Sun Ji"?"

Master Jiang's words resonated in Sun Ji. Starting from the foundational principles, by each Grain make the Beachhead. Sun Ji smiled broadly, "Excellent Master Jiang. This Sun Ji will endeavor to be of use to you."

***

"The Sunset Sect is a diverse array of rooftop areas and penthouse rooms. Nearly all the upper regions of the Sunset Garden are Sect property, and those areas that aren't are usually rentals or leases." Sun Ji gestured towards the city as he walked, and they glided atop the water of the aqueduct walls that enclosed the city.

"You likely know this already, but the aqueduct walls are filled with river-water that is considered part of the Great River Spirit's domain. What's interesting is that while the Yangtze and the Great Spirits are Yin, the water of these aqueducts is apparently charged with Yang. Some suspect that the sacrificial rites involved in their creation are to blame, but you would be better able to sense such than I." Sun Ji nodded towards the aqueduct they were walking along, and Master Jiang looked thoughtful as they narrowed their eyes at the water beneath them.

Sun Ji was forced to leap over a chute that led part of the waters southward into the city proper. "Another explanation is that the Spirits themselves push the water charged with Yang up the lift. A way to push out that which doesn't agree with them. Or perhaps it's only Yang waters that allow themselves to be carried by the bridges of man the Spirits otherwise hate, and so the Spirits only give of Yang waters in their benevolence."

Master Jiang nodded to show they were listening, and so Sun Ji continued. "We have already passed the Barracks that houses the weakest of the disciples. I myself am housed there, and am not given direction." Master Jiang raised an eyebrow at that. "No. It is those talented seeking cultivation, and those that persist in cultivation past the First Heavenstage that are guided. The basics of cultivation are such that those unambitious in the First Heavenstage may still find employment teaching others that may yet be worthy. All others must prove their Endurance as they push themselves towards the Second Heavenstage. Endurance is the lifeblood of the Sunset Sect, and a stout heart is valued above those talents that fail."

Sun Ji pointed to the building as they passed it. "That is a Middle House. Those that fail to pass through the First Heavenstage by the means of the Sunset Sect are allowed housing in Middle Houses throughout the city. These are areas for the elites amongst the mortals and the lowest of cultivators to mingle, ensuring that the Sunset Gardens has no shortage of small cultivators in areas outside the purview of the sect. While not often looked at as any sort of confluence of note, I believe you will find balance within them that is often missing in the Sect. The Sunset Sect is somewhat mono-focused upon Yang energies, as is the Sunrise Sect. In both Gardens, the ordering of their surroundings has come to reflect the mono-focus of their ruling Sects."

Sun Ji waited a moment while Master Jiang stared at the nearest Middle House before continuing. "One strange example of this mono-focus is the major export of the Gardens, grape wine." Sun Ji gestured towards a beautiful vineyard sprawled out over the sides of the next rooftop they passed. "Normally, Wood Qi is considered quite Yang. Wood is something that stands tall, and asserts itself over others. Yet there are always exceptions, such as the Dusk Grape Vines and Dawn Grape Vines cultivated in our Gardens."

Master Jiang could probably smell the rich scent of the Dusk Grapes from here, as disciples worked the vineyard. The smell often wafted to Sun Ji's nose too, even in the First Heavenstage. "The two kinds of vine are both Yin plants, quick to grab and take in any qi in the surrounding areas. In fact there are wild species that are known to be carnivorous, growing treasured fruits deep in bogs and ensnaring trespassers with their growths. Here though, the Yang energies of both the cultivators and the waters are offered freely to the vines and so they flourish in tranquility."

There was a commotion at the vineyard, as a disciple was pulled swiftly from a choking knot of vines. Sun Ji chuckled politely, as he had seen his seniors do at the sight. "Well, as tranquil as one can be with a background as vicious as theirs I suppose. Much of the work of those in the Second Heavenstage is done at the vineyards. The first lesson was given freely. Then came a test of endurance. At the vineyards, one learns the value of Temperance. Just because one can Endure something, doesn't mean that one should. Lest the vines grow so thick around you that you cannot escape."

Master Jiang made a small huffing noise, though what exactly they meant by it was lost on Sun Ji. They were coming up on an avenue that would give a good view to the next step for adherents to the Sunset Sect. "Ah, Master Jiang. Do you see those metallic drums over there?" He pointed at a structure further into the city. "Those are winemaking drums. It's there that the third lesson of the Sunset Sect is imparted: Precision. The Dao of Decline is a powerful, and dangerous thing. One must be able to Endure hardship, Temper their judgment, and strike Precisely if one wishes to proceed on the path. Apprenticeships at the Drums are awarded by seniors that observe those working the vineyards. Only those that have sufficiently learned the lesson of Temperance may be admitted into the Drums, and there they learn to coat their strikes in Yang energy in preparation for the Dao of Decline."

Sun Ji recalled the heady smell of alcohol from his brother's moonshine project, and smiled. "It is a difficult thing, to inflect only enough Yang energy to properly kick off the fermentation process while holding back enough to not alter the flavor. If I had to guess where you would learn the most about the balance of energies here, it would be in the drums." Sun Ji nodded to himself. "Yes. While the Dao of Decline is heavily Yang aspected, the creation of their signature product requires precise balancing. It may only be a product of their cultivation training, but I believe that is the sort of thing you're looking for."

Sun Ji looked over to appraise Master Jiang's reaction, but they didn't seem more or less interested than when Sun Ji had pointed out any of the other locations. Tch. Such was the gap between cultivators, Sun Ji supposed. "Well, that's not the last of the locations. There are still Sect Businesses, and the training area affectionately called The Brickyard. But I suppose I shall dispense the last of the knowledge of the foundations before I go through those motions."

Sun Ji closed his eyes for a moment to focus. He began to recite what he had been taught. "The Dao of Decline is the Glorious Sunset. A life well lived from beginning to end. To live well, one must Endure what comes. To live well, one must carry Temperance always. To live well, one must have Precision of body. To live well, one must have Clarity of mind. To live well, one must have Purity of Soul. By the Setting of the Sun, may your Dao be cleansed."

Sun Ji opened his eyes and saw Master Jiang staring at him. He forced away the blush that threatened to come over him, and instead bowed to the degree of the sun. A deeper bow than a clan Junior would use. "Though I carry a Dao of Sacrifice with me from a time before the Sect, I find no fault with those words. One must Endure Sacrifice, to cultivate. One must be Tempered, lest they lose their life too soon. One must be Precise, lest you Sacrifice more than intended. One must keep a Clear mind, lest another attempt to lead them astray. One must keep the soul Pure, lest the purpose of Sacrifice be muddled."

"I hope that this one's wisdom is enough to offer, Master Jiang."

***

"I hope that this one's wisdom is enough to offer, Master Jiang." said the curious junior as he bowed to Chrys once more.


Chrys broke away from their past behavior and bowed in return to the Junior, matching the exact angle that Sun Ji had given them. Noticing the surprise in Sun Ji's eyes, Chrys rose up and explained. "You have my sincere gratitude not just for providing a thoroughly entertaining tour but also inspiration for my own contemplations. I had heard that enlightenment is no respecter of age but to see such conviction in one's Dao so early in cultivation is rare."


"I had promised to share some of my own experience with you and I am all the more convinced that the exchange is merited," Chrys said, tapping their right hand against their leg, "Clear direction so young has its advantages but setting too rigid a foundation now can lead to difficulty later on. I hope I can offer a perspective that both complements and expands yours."


Chrys turned to look towards the Yangtze river. "The Jiang family, although now a part of the Golden Devil Clan, has roots in the Third Sea as you can probably surmise from the name order. My family is descended from a fallen clan expelled from the Green Scale Plains, the Purified Spirit River Clan. They were expelled for offending the sensibilities of the Righteous powers of the day through their practice of ancestral will veneration, and blood qi empowerment."


"The river of the heart flows free and fast, its sanguine current carves an eternal legacy into the bed of history, binding kith and kin in an endless advance towards tomorrow," Chrys recited.


"This is one of the first lessons those of my family learn when exploring our heritage," Chrys said to an attentively silent Sun Ji, "It is often taught in contrast to another lesson: the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."


"How does one reconcile the two teachings of the strength inherent to bonds of consanguinity and the depth of commitment a bond of choice can hold?" Chrys asked Sun Ji, "There's no need to answer now but think about what both sayings would mean to you."


Smiling at a nonplussed Sun Ji, Chrys changed tack, "On a less philosophical note, I have a minor cultivation exercise I want to give to you, the Ebullient Stream Riverbed."


"It's a minor exercise from my family's days in the Plains focusing on gathering ambient qi in from nearby waterways. That and how to be aware of one's own vital qi for later use. Not exactly the best option for use in the Organ Meat Desert as you can imagine," Chrys said with a wry grin, "However it is still taught because its principles are useful for laying a foundation that makes breaking through the bottlenecks between the 1st Heavenstage and the 5th easier."


Gesturing to their surroundings, Chrys said, "The preparation it teaches about acupoint awareness and unclogging meridians would be invaluable for you. What do you say? Are you up to an impromptu lecture?"


Sun Ji clasped both palms together and bowed deeply. "Please teach me, Master Jiang."


Chrys wasted no time after Sun Ji's acceptance of their offer and began instruction immediately. Sun Ji proved a quick study, picking up the required breathing pattern easily. That success was the needed push he needed to begin sensing the energy of the heavens and earth around him and manipulating them. Sun Ji's ability to draw on the power was still newborn and clumsy by the time his teacher called a halt to their lessons when a runner came to call Chrys to receive the response of the seniors of the sect but he'd managed remarkable improvement in the short hours of instruction Chrys had given him.


"That's a good foundation. I'll bring along a jade slip with the more advanced qi cycling patterns when I come again but what you have gotten so far should serve for the immediate future. Keep up the practice and you'll find yourself moving up small realms soon. Don't try anything fancy with your vital qi, keep it to awareness for now. Last thing I need is you spontaneously exsanguinating yourself from every orifice." Chrys advised Sun Ji as they parted.


Weary from exercising his spirit sorely, Sun Ji could only nod faintly. "Thank you Master Jiang, your generosity is much appreciated. I promise to repay it as soon as I am able."


"Get stronger and we'll see," Chrys called out as they walked away.

***


Sun Ji kept himself rigid despite the exhaustion seeking to drag him from proper comportment. What an excellent day this had been! Meeting a cultivator of The Clan, gaining their cooperation and sponsorship! A massive boon! And Blood Empowerment?! That was certainly not something to be found at a Righteous Sect.

Sun Ji reached the mortal's well, and drew water to wash himself. It seemed that it wouldn't be much longer until he was working the vineyards with Second Heavenstage cultivators, but that was almost certainly not going to be tomorrow. As he studiously practiced bathing himself with the minimum necessary amount of water, he attempted to sense the qi flows in it.

It was certainly strange that some dozens of clay could impart a change as significant as turning River Qi into Water Qi. How did one thing become transformed into another in that way? Was the clay turned into River Clay by the act? Was there something more profound in the distinctions between qi types than simple taxonomical precision?

Sun Ji allowed himself to sigh as the bucket sloshed dangerously. Fundamentalism would argue that certain types of qi were closer to purity than others, but if there was River Water and River Clay was there also River without water nor clay? How would one be able to reach such a thing, if it were possible? He supposed he could begin by identifying Water Qi and pulling it out of River Water to see what was left. Though the Yangtze was full of clay, so wouldn't they need to pull the Clay out as well?

And what was the difference between Clay and Earth?

"Bah," Sun Ji grumbled as he thought himself into a knot. No good could come from such navel gazing outside a meditation room! He quickly glanced around to make sure he was safe.

He was.

"A new sun will set tomorrow," recited Sun Ji as he released the tub of his water back into the clay-dirt-earth beneath him. Sighing, he hefted the tub onto a shoulder and began the long walk back to the Barracks.

AN: (3920/2=1960 words) This is a Training Juniors Collab with @JowKeen. Excellent writing experience and collaboration with them.
 
Sun Ji 7: Sprouting from Soil
Turn 14 Omake 7: Sprouting from Soil

It had not taken long after master Jiang's visit for Sun Ji to break through into the Second Heavensrealm. He was expected to wash while wasting less water, but the watering assignments were considerably easier to endure than before. This meant that in addition to the watering assignment in the morning, Sun Ji was assigned to a vineyard to assist the vintners there. The vineyard Sun Ji was assigned was just across a vine-rope bridge from the Barracks, though he had to pass through a Middle House to reach it. This particular Middle House, named the Avenue of Bliss, had an open air avenue that wound up and through the stone lattice of the structure to allow foot traffic from the sect facilities across the way plenty of room to maneuver. Branching off of this central path, stylized to look cobbled despite being made of metal, were many manors and estates of those merchants and governors closest to the Sect. Gates kept them separate from the avenue proper, but many of the merchants had minor store fronts in front of them (or built into them) to offer wares to the conventionally-wealthy cultivators of the Sect.

There was no point for Sun Ji to engage with any of that, though. Joy and pleasure were inefficient emotions more fit for the confounding of one's enemies rather than indulgences for oneself. Sure the novelty of something called "iced cream" appealed greatly to his base senses, but Sun Ji had grown out of falling for base conditioning traps such as that by the time he was nine. The small nods of approval he'd gained for abstaining were worth not ever experiencing whatever confection had been prepared that day. Now he had power, and never though of the layered fruit puree prepared by a special confectionary cultivator of the Fifth Heavenstage. And if Sun Ji did every regret his decision on that anniversary, it was clearly a worthy Sacrifice to have made.

Sun Ji closed his eyes and smoothed out the hitch in his breathing. How dangerous. Perhaps "Fatty Chao's Pantry Shop" was more than it appeared. Sun Ji stepped as far to the left of the avenue as he could, and still the scents wafting out of their doors infiltrated his nostrils.

Perhaps he'd need to invest in sensory blocking techniques.

After the gauntlet of Frivolous Distractions that was the Avenue of Bliss, the scent of sweat and dried blood was almost like a welcoming whiff of home to Sun Ji. Of course, that was simple a few notes of undertone beneath the much more heady scent of the Dusk Grapes which were the vintner's work. The front entrance to the vineyard was a large cabin of wood, almost better called a barn or warehouse in proportions. The Sunset Sweet Vineyard was the oldest of the vineyard, and as such was one of the rare ones to have their associated distilleries on site, rather than further into the interior of the city. Sun Ji joined the line of disciples filing in for their shift, passing through the massive doors in a way reminiscent of cattle entering a slaughterhouse. There were even metal barricades to keep yard-bound cultivators from wandering off. Whether that was for their own safety, or the vintner's, Sun Ji couldn't say.

Senior Vintner Hong Zhuo was a portly cultivator with an ageless air. Such body mass as he had was almost certainly the result of Arts or Dao unique to him, and Sun Ji first thought whenever he saw him was that the Senior Brother must be incredibly talented. It was one thing to carry a tub of water for half a day, but the ease with which Senior Hong carried himself was uncanny. Surely he must be in the higher Heavenstages, if not Foundation, to move so lightly in such a form. As cultivators filed by, he dutifully and clearly gave orders as to where they would report to and what they would be doing. There was no time for small talk nor pleasantries, as the line shuffled obediently along. Sun Ji was quite comfortable here, and looked forward to getting his orders.

"Disciple Sun Ji, report to grove C7 and feed lines 1 through 3 with your own qi. Next."

Sun Ji nodded and hustled to move along. This was much preferable to that dreadful avenue of temptations. Long hours in the midday sun, feeding hungry plants of his own qi before heading back to bed. Tribulation built strength, whereas comfort bred vice. Truly, he was blessed to have come to the Sunset Sect!

~~~~~~~~~

Hong Zhuo grumbled as he climbed into bed. He had a problem, and none of his superiors had given him guidance about it.

"What's wrong dear?" asked his wife Hu Song, as she ran a hand across his shoulder.

Zhuo felt her energies pull some of the burden of the day away, and sighed contentedly. "Bah. It's a new talent that's been assigned to me. I've no idea what to do with him."

Hu Song shifted herself so she could better rub her husband's shoulders. "Oh? The same one that you were praising a few months ago?"

"The very same." Hong Zhuo could practically feel his tension melting under his wife's direct attention. "I've no idea why, but even the most arduous of tasks fails to leave any impact on him but contentment. It's truly baffling."

"mmm." his wife murmured as she slowly drove her elbow deep into one of his knotted muscles. "Does that not mean he's already learned Temperance then?"

"Uoaughh." her husband groaned. "No. It's actually very clear to me that he's a glutton, completely untempered in his Way."

Hu Song felt the knot unwind, and aimed her elbow at the next. "Ahh. A glutton for punishment is he?"

There was a popping sound as Zhuo arched his back. "Ohhh, yeah I suppose that could be the case. It doesn't sound exactly right, but having rotated him through each of the heavy tasks I can give I've still not figured him out."

Hu Song chuckled as she braced her shin along his spine, and began to pull with cultivator's strength on both of his shoulders. "Goodness Hong Zhuo, when will you stop cultivating this troublesome Body Art?"

"mmmph" he grunted as snarled energy flows were slowly pulled back into alignment. "As soon as it stops giving results."

"honestly," Hu Song tutted as she carefully increased how hard she was pulling. "are you certain you have learned proper Temperance?"

There was a light cracking noise, as Hong Zhuo's body finally snapped back into place. With a great surge of energy, Hong Zhuo spun himself around and lifted up his wife in arms of corded muscle. "Haha, oh wife of mine." He laughed as he kissed her cheeks. "It's a desk job. I have to keep cultivating somehow."

Zhuo leaned back as she wasn't reciprocating, and at her raised eyebrow he stopped a moment to think about what he'd just said. Just in case he'd said something dumb.

"No, husband of mine." she kissed his nose lightly. "Not something dumb, this time."

What did she - oh. Ohhh. He laughed again and spun around once more, making her squeak a little at his sudden speed. "Oho, I see I see. To teach Temperance to one obsessed with cultivation, perhaps a new apprenticeship could be arranged."

Hu Song joined in his laughter, "and perhaps a certain troublesome daughter can learn a bit about honest work."

Hong Zhuo grumbled. "Bah. A few years of frivolity are hardly a loss we can't absorb."

She swatted his arm, "it's not about what we can or can't absorb. It's about laying good foundations for one's life."

Hong Zhuo flung himself backwards onto the bed, wife in his arms, and the sheets flew up to wrap around them like splashing water. "Hrmm. I know. I'm just worried that the woman that will come about from cultivation will hardly be the same Hong Xiao we raised, you know?"

Hu Song snuggled closer to him, wrapping her arms around his chest. "I know honey. I'm worried too, but think of how wonderful it'll be to finally have another cultivator in the family!"

Hong Zhuo nuzzled the top of her head and thought of the many wonders that cultivation allowed him to see. The rooftops of the Gardens, the inner regions of the neighboring Isles, and most importantly
his wife.

The mischievous woman grinned as she said, "Yes I'm thinking just the same as you. Finally! We won't need to hire someone to watch the store!"

He snorted and she laughed as he squeezed her tight. "Oh you are terrible."

"I know." she laughed. "Good night dear husband."

"Good night dear wife."

~~~~~~~~~

Sun Ji smiled as he walked along the avenue, giving a wide berth to the most tempting of the shops. It had been months since he'd started working at the vineyard, and it was truly a blessed appointment! Between the hungry vines, spiny weeds, and devious vermin, the vineyard truly shone as a crucible of cultivation! He'd been assigned to a variety of high-labor tasks, and had once Sacrificed the portion of his ritual where he washed at the mortal well just to squeeze an extra few hours of recovery in. Sure, he'd had to wash his bedding after, but it was a small price to pay to further embed the Ebullient Stream Riverbed exercises into his habits. The increased awareness of his own life essence was helpful, but learning his own Acupressure Points through the exercises was even more potent. He cultivated with each and every ounce of resource granted him by the sect, but after a few more months of study it'd likely be worth it to splurge and spend precious time looking for useable needles somewhere. If he continued being lucky, perhaps he could do Lattice Maintenance again and arrange for an "accident" to gift him some worthy Daywood splinters to use. Sure it'd cost some time to recover, but likely less time than scrounging. Certainly his blood and sweat was cheaper than a set of needles from that accursed Avenue would be. He suppressed a shudder. Something about that place was positively dangerous to his current Dao. No, until he was much more secure in his path it was better to take a fleshwound than intentionally interact with that parade of excesses.

Sun Ji snorted as he passed a particularly garish storefront. An entire shop devoted to wax candles? Why he ever saw any of his Sect siblings enter such a place was beyond him, because they weren't even cultivation aides! Just mundane wax and scented oils!

He looked away quickly as the shop owner smiled and waved at him. Tch. Wasting his time exchanging pleasantries just to find out that the shop didn't even offer cultivation aides was a particular waste. Sun Ji took a deep breath and centered himself. His temper had been more difficult to manage as he continued to use the Ebullient Stream Riverbed exercises. Sure they were generally less useful exercises in the Organ Meat Desert, when compared to the thick qi other regions were apparently suffused with. However, the ability to absorb qi from waterways was particularly useful here at the Sunset Sect. The excess Yang energy he absorbed each morning was quite useful when it came to feeding the Dusk Grape Vines, and the practice he got managing a slightly altered mental state was invaluable. He'd need to keep an eye on his Pride though. It wouldn't do to reject any scrap of information, just because it wasn't about cultivation directly.

He entered the line ready to receive his task. The ritual didn't require direct attention, so instead he began to frame the conversation with the candleshop owner as a Sacrifice of time now in exchange for the relief of the tension of Ignorance. Hrmph. Sun Ji didn't think that was quite the way to frame it properly, but he was a novice cultivator yet. Perhaps it was instead an investment of Knowledge to prevent losing time due to Ignorance? His turn in front of Senior Hong Zhuo arrived:
"Sun Ji, report to Fatty Chao's Pantry Shop and perform the tasks asked of you. Walk along the metal rails on the way out, so as to not disrupt the other disciples."
Sun Ji bowed obediently, and he leapt up to the railing to his left. It simply made sense to use the metal barricade as an alternate path to walk out. Any cultivator of sufficient Heavenstage would have no difficulty bounding over them, so perhaps their appearance was just another way to make softer cultivators learn to Endure hardship? As Sun Ji walked back down the avenue towards the large store that tempted him each day, he nodded with confidence. The Sunset Sect truly knew how to inspire virtuous cultivators.

As he got closer to the shop, there was an unfamiliar smell in the air. The scent of fruits not native to the region, scents he hadn't smelled since he was nine.
Perhaps a better way to frame the time loss was simply as a hedged bet? Something Sacrificed to make sure that potential gains weren't lost to Ignorance?

Sun Ji decided such thoughts were better to grapple with after his shift at the vineyard. Fatty Chao's Pantry Shop was a multi-story affair, Desert Ironwood and Midnight Palm blended together to create fascinating color contrasts without the need for paint. The whole shop was stylized to look like the entrance to one gigantic cellar door from the front, with patrons entering through a small "Pet's Door" inset near the base of the massive door. There wasn't a line in the middle morning, the degrees of the sun where most of the population did their best work. Sun Ji noted the Sunset Sect emblem watermarked into a sign he'd never gotten close enough to read, as well as a deep purple stamp of a crest he didn't recognize. Perhaps the merchant's house?

The ringing of a small qi-empowered bell woke him from his routine, as he snapped into the present. The air was crisp and cool beyond the Array-Doorframe he passed through, caressing his skin in a way that made his hair stand on end. Far to the back of the shop was a counter, behind which smiled a bright young woman with a fanciful haistyle gathered atop her head. "Welcome to Fatty Chao's Pantry stranger! What's your fancy?"

"No." replied Sun Ji. No, this was a mistake. What? How had he gotten here. This was obviously a Sect affiliated store, but did the Sect really use disciple labor to manage these lesser shops? These depraved dens of low prices and high quality goods? No, no no. Surely there was a mistake. Senior Hong Zhuo was certainly not the issue, perhaps he was being leaned on by the store's owner to provide graft?

The woman shot him a curious look. "Huh. Well that's a new one," She shrugged as she stepped to the side of the counter, where a waist-high saloon-style barrier opened and closed to let her pass. She was approaching him.

Sun Ji shook his head again, "No. No I don't fancy. I'm not fancy. Thank you. In fact, I should be leaving," Sun Ji bowed deep as his ears burned with shame. How had he been so scatter-brained as to come to this shop! The darkest of all the tempters on the avenue! Perhaps his control of the Yang he absorbed each morning was worse than he thought, pursuing his desires in such an undignified manner! Though that wouldn't explain Senior Brother Hong Zhuo's order. Had Sun Ji simply misheard? Then why had nobody reacted when he'd left the line to enter the vineyard? He attempted to cycle his qi, and took a deep breath in.

The woman was already next to him!
She smelled like strawberries!!

"Hrmm." she frowned and poked his forehead. "I know mom's been hiring customers to give me trouble, but you are a weird one." She sucked on her teeth as she considered Sun Ji. "A Sect Disciple with a crush on me, that wants to run off before buying anything. What a puzzle."

Sun Ji pulled, and the blood pooling at this ears spread more evenly through his body. He could feel his face warm slightly. Damn. He bowed in half. "This one apologizes profusely for wasting your time this day, but this Sun Ji has no spending funds on him at the moment. This is simply a Sacrifice of time to know whether there is any words are that" Sun Ji's tongue betrayed him as his management of his breathing, qi flows, vital energies, and language began to crumple in the cool breeze of shop air. There was too much stimulation, too much unaccounted for. Deprivation or discomfort he was trained for. Bribery he could work with.
Comfort offered freely?
Madness.

"Tch." the woman clicked her tongue. "I think I know what's wrong. Hold on." She walked away and Sun Ji bowed again. How embarrassing! He'd advanced so much in cultivation, why was he unraveling so badly here?!

His eyes flew upon and he whirled on the Doorframe Array. Mind meddling! So close to the sect?! He dropped to his hands and knees and scrutinized the qi flows and narrow script. He wasn't even an initiate of Array creation, but Sun Ji could rely on his memory to keep the images in his mind. As he burned the information into his mind, he considered what could be happening. This could be sect graft, but it could also be an alternative form of trial? Deep exposure to Comfort in order to challenge a disciples commitment to Endurance? No. Exposing a disciple to Comfort to test their Temperance? Hmm. Things began to click into place. Of course Senior Brother Hong wasn't committing graft, this was instead something designed for disciples that exceled at Sacrifice. Yes, that must be it. That would explain everything.

Nodding to himself with satisfaction, Sun Ji straightened out again. Yes, he'd straighten himself out before strawberry-
She was already back!

She had a spoon in her mouth, and giggled as his face lit up with shame. He'd been sprawled on all fours practically sniffing the Doorway Array! For shame! How rude of a guest to do, even if they did suspect their minds were being tampered with! What sort of dog was he, that he could hardly straighten out his thoughts just because-

"Here, I brought you one too." she handed him a puree of fruits that could only possibly have come from his own memory. "We got a new deal with some Golden Devils for this. They call them strawberries and blueberries. No idea why they're called strawberries, but they're pretty good."

Sun Ji bowed again. "I apologize for wasting your time, but I truly don't have the money to pay for such luxuries," not to mention the potential damage to my Way Sun Ji thought.

The woman cocked her head. "No I heard you say that already. That's why I bought two." She waved a crystal glass full of the same puree, but with a spoonful already removed. "I figured the test was whether or not I was gonna let you just scamper off for free, or treat the boy well enough to get some word-of-mouth advertising for the store." She plopped a spoon into his serving of puree, and took another scoop out of hers. "Spending a little like this is just an investment that hasn't paid off yet, right? Maybe it doesn't, but that's okay. It'll take a lot more than a fruit puree to put a dent in my finances." She smiled easily. "Plus you are simply radiating energy, so even if you ain't got cash now you're definitely someone with good income. Probably one of those workaholics that invests every cent into themselves."

Sun Ji felt incredibly naked, though thankfully it wasn't literal.

"Oh, you got here quick." called the voice of a second woman from the back of the store. Unlike Master Jiang, this cultivator made no effort to mute their presence. A creeping mass of Yin that reminded him greatly of the Dusk Vines of the vineyard. He had the distinct feeling of being lifted from his bow and dusted off, his various snarling qi flows suddenly relaxing. "Tch. Hong Xiao, dear, are you eating on the job again."

Hong Xiao frowned, and wiggled the spoon in her mouth in displeasure. "Wait a minute. Were you not even listening to me?"

The older woman approached them quickly, and the force of her prevented Sun Ji from bowing as he wished to. She was quite tall, in a deep wine colored dress that whispered quietly on the false-dirt tiles of the store. Her long black hair cascaded and curled around her face and shoulders, like the night sky frames the moon and stars. A low scent of wine accompanied her steps, not an alcohol scent but something distinctly supernatural. Sun Ji closed his eyes to make sure he didn't accidentally meet hers. "This humble disciple of the Sunset Sect greets you honored cultivator of this store! I apologize once more for wasting the valuable time of yourself and your apprentice, and beg the opportunity to make things right.

A deep and low laugh sounded from the woman, flushing Sun Ji an even brighter red. If he'd felt naked in front of Hong Xiao, her master made him feel positively transparent. "Oh? Well it's a good thing you were sent here to work in the first place isn't it?"

"What?" said Sun Ji and Hong Xiao at the same time.

The woman laughed, "Yes. Your dad was finding it difficult to trouble this young man through the traditional vineyard, and so sent him to the store for a more fitting sort of trial."

"Dad?!" exclaimed Sun Ji and Hong Xiao at the same time.

The woman smiled wickedly, "but of course! What better way to train two promising disciples than by making them work together! Perhaps your best traits will rub off on each other this way."

"Work together?!" shouted Hong Xiao.

"Rub?!" shouted Sun Ji.

It was too much. He could feel his energy flows immediately tie themselves fully into knots as blood pooled to his face and ears to the point he looked like he was choking. In fact, from the closing darkness in the corners of his vision, perhaps he was . . .

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-thump-

The young cultivator slumped bonelessly to the tile as her mother began cackling.

"What the hell, mom!" shouted Hong Xiao as she put down the Golden Devil Purees she'd brought out from the back. Her mom usually restrained her aura, but it seemed to Hong Xiao that her mom had just knocked out a disciple with that intoxicating power.

"Oh relax Xiao'r" cooed Hu Song. "I'd actually just finished straightening him out when he had that slip of the tongue. Poor thing was probably looking to dump all that excess Yang at the vineyard today, and was so mortified at the slip up he simply" she made a motion with her hand, "plonk'd out."

Hong Xiao glowered at her mom as she passed her on the way to the recovery medicines. "Oh yeah he just plonk'd out. What the hell," she felt a glare on the back of her neck. "What the heck does that even mean. Are you telling me he knocked himself out from embarrassment?"

Hong Xiao could feel her mother shrug, even as far away as she was. No matter how often she felt it, it was still an uncomfortable thing. The distance between realms was truly scary.

"Seems the young man is cultivating a rather narrow path. Strange things can happen when one begins the process of manually controlling one's body. It seems he's preparing himself for the Third Heavenstage, but already reaching further than he probably should." Her mother tutted as Xiao looked through the options she had for medicines. "Still. This kind of mishap in Body Control isn't typically the sort of issue cultivators of the Sunset Sect have. How curious."

Hong Xiao found what she was looking for, and frowned as she turned to face her mom. "Third Heavenstage? Did he intentionally cultivate himself to look younger?"

Hu Song smiled in a way that set Hong Xiao uneasy. "Oh, dad didn't tell you? There's a new talent at the Sect. Not even seventeen and already soaring quickly to the Third Heavenstage. It makes me wonder how much further you could get if only you applied yourself more."

Hong Xiao thought back to what her mother had said earlier. "Oh. So you're hoping some kid can prod my competitive streak into proper cultivation habits, huh?"

Hu Song grinned wide. "Hoping? Dear, I know you. Only a few months seventeen and already he's about to get two small realms ahead of you."

Hong Xiao thought about swearing, and got a glare for it. "Heck." she complained instead.

"Better" tutted her mother. "I look forward to seeing the fruits of your labor" she called backwards as she sauntered on out through the back of the store.

Hong Xiao glowered at the medicines in her hand as her mom walked out. "A Second Heavenstage huh? Well then," she thought to herself as she put the medicines back.
"He'll be fine without it"

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Jiang Chrysanthos 15: Current Clan & Personal Status
TURN 14, OMAKE 3 [JIANG CHRYSANTHOS]
Jiang Chrysanthos 15: Current Clan & Personal Status

The Golden Devil Clan/Imperial Optimatoi

You are the Imperial Optimatoi, a Clan that is a family of shared bloodline. Your cultivators are weaker on average than your peers in the sects but loyalty and obedience from filial piety is greater. Your roots are ancient, a sure foundation that has overcome adversity together over eons. You specialize in the combat skill of Combat Formations. Together even the lesser of your cultivators can overcome superior cultivators in matched numbers once your formations take effect but individually your forces are much weaker. You excel in the profession of Array Carving, creating fixed enchantments and qi technologies for all manner of purposes. This expertise gives you excellent defenses and good moneymaking potential. You are labeled Demonic by self-righteous cultivators, accepting only self-imposed limitations on what means and ends are closed off to you.

Bloodlines and Clan Core Techniques

As far as you know, your Clan is the last remaining remnants of the Sea-Conquering Army. Raised up in service to the Imperator and charged with claiming the Turtle World, a martial host of awe inspiring might was sent forth from your long lost home world across a sea of stars. This army was designed as a combined operations force with designated roles and functions patterned into the ranks in the manner of inheritable and transferable bloodlines modeled after noble metals. Much of the strength of your heritage was been lost or watered down but what yet remains is still greatly potent.

Blood of Bronze – Descendants of the Earl of Bronze, your ancestors earned the privilege of being imbued with the traits of Bronze, supposedly as a reward for loyal service as soldiers of the Imperator. Your very physique declares your heritage with your hair appearing as a bronzed metallic yellow, and your complexion doing likewise. Even age and wear in you takes after the nature of Bronze for your skin and hair develops a patina of green as the years wear on you. The Blood of Bronze is no mere elemental bloodline aspected to primal Metal as the Third Sea understands it. Your blood and bones are infused with the strength of your bloodline granting superlative toughness. Where others are overcome by might, you stand resilient. When injury lays low the barbaroi, your body rises up again and again as it repairs itself. How easily the strength in your mighty thews and sinews cuts down your foes. However, just as you benefit from the strength of Bronze so do you share in its faults. You do not bend or break lightly but pay a penalty in speed for that advantage. In recent years, you have come across a source of pure Blood Qi, the Ascension Blood, that has allowed you to advance the usual progression of the Bronze-Blood's empowerment in your cultivators. It is not much, merely boosting Qi Condensation Juniors to the average of your Foundation Establishment Experts and falling away afterwards, but this is enough to make your lowest ranks almost peers to other cultivators in individual engagements.

Blood of Silver – Bronze, even though a noble metal, is still a base material. To lead and direct the Bronze-Blooded, the Imperator elevated those worthy of command to higher status by incorporating the Blood of Silver into their being. Silver-lords have been absent from your Clan for nigh on millennia since the time the Organ Meat Desert was lush jungle and not barren wasteland. The genius of your Master of Disciples has allowed you to revive this legacy by employing the Ascension Blood to imbue almost all new Clan cultivators with heightened potential. Experts with favorable affinity rising into Core Formation have a 25% chance to awaken the ancient Blood of Silver, giving them the strength to strike four small realms above their base cultivation. They are also blessed with remarkable recuperative ability, recovering from crippling blows. These fortunate Silver-Blooded are further blessed with a threefold increase in their odds of success for a breakthrough into Nascent Soul and immediately fight as one stage higher, Early Nascent Soul able to match Mid.

Blood of Iron – The Panoply of the Sea-Conquering Army was a wondrous thing, weapons in human form to carry the Imperator's will across the distant worlds of existence. While the Bronze Shield has persisted through the ages and the Silver Plume has recently been revived, the Iron Spear has dwindled into a footnote in the Clan's present condition. Descendants of an ancient matriarch known only as Theodora, House Theodoros represents the last toehold of the Blood of Iron as far as the Clan is aware. The Iron-Blooded are fast where the Bronze is slow, dense in physiology beyond even the fortified physique of the Bronze and vulnerable to elemental Water where the Bronze has no particular vulnerabilities. Adulterated over generations by cross-breeding with the Bronze-Blooded, the Blood of Iron has a single true inheritor and is still only potential to be explored.

Formations, Techniques & Spells

Your cultivators are considered the best soldiers and massed battle fighters in the Virtuous Flipper Region bar none where there are at least four of your Clan cultivators to utilize your formations. Your shared bloodline allows your cultivators to work together with innate ease reinforced by strict instruction in the Great Formations hammered into every Aspirant who seeks to become a Legionnaire.

(Core Formation & Below):
Hoplite Formation – This is your Clan's mainstay martial formation, your Primary Formation. Working together, your cultivators manifest the umbral effigy of a Legionnaire wielding a spear and shield of pure bronze. The effigy is intangible but the projected armaments are physical constructs which can be used against opponents. The pooled strength of the cultivators maintaining the formation allows weaker Legionnaires to take on stronger opponents depending on the number involved, even leaping across Great Realms. At its height, fifty of your Elders in a formation can survive against a Nascent Soul, eighty together can strike back and one hundred working in unison can secure a position against an enemy Nascent Soul. Well balanced in offense and defense, the Hoplite Formation requires a strong Dao-Heart making it vulnerable to morale loss and weak conviction among the cultivators within.

(Foundation Establishment & Below):
Kataphraktoi Formation – Golden Devils are not fast on the march but with the Kataphraktoi Formation they can charge faster than unwary opponents may expect. Unlike the Hoplite, the Kataphraktoi summons a fully physical qi manifestation in the form of a giant centauroid figure clad in bronze, wielding a lance. The strength of the Kataphraktoi is its ability to deliver a powerful lance strike at incredible speed but this strength is mostly expended after that strike is landed. The formation afterwards is vastly weakened and can only fire arrows of average strength.

Two-Headed Eagle Formation – Where charges or marches cannot provide adequate transport, the Two-Headed Eagle Formation is your recourse. Where emergency exits or rapid insertion is needed, this formation can be used to summon a massive two-headed golden eagle that flies swiftly and is adept with wings and beaks in protecting its charges. Unlike the other Great Formations, this technique is does not cooperate with the inclusion of cultivators without the Clan's bloodline. The essence captured in this formation is that of a proud beast that bowed only to the legacy of the Sea-Conquering Army.

Millennium Oasis Formation – Derived from the Century Oasis Formation created by a junior, this is the first novel formation to be included in the ranks of the Great Formations in living memory. This formation is designed to allow the Clan to maintain operational forces while relying on less use of Spirit Stones. The technique pulls on the strength of the natural environment, feeding on leylines of qi nearby and concentrating this energy within the formation. Stamina, recovery and vigor are shared between the cultivators using the technique and further amplified by natural energy from the environment. The savings in Spirit Stones used allows the Clan to support an additional tenth of Qi Condensation Legionnaires and a twentieth among the Foundation Establishment Centurions.

(Qi Condensation Only):
Philoctetes Formation – This is a minor derivative of the Kataphraktoi Formation pioneered by the late Jin Muyi. This technique is intended to bolster the strength of the Kataphraktoi after it has expended its strength in a charge by incorporating Poison Qi into the ammunition fired by the horseman. The Poison Qi is developed from the venom of the White-backed Sorpion. This technique is not fully developed, only providing an added advantage to formations of 1st​ and 2nd​ Heavenstage Juniors against peers, where the debilitative Poison Qi has an effect.

Territory, Population & Vassals

You are in the Organ Meat Desert, a place of Thin Qi but blessed with many Spirit Beasts and Spirit Stones. The Wealth potential and Enemy Attrition is very abundant but fixed Defenses are difficult to maintain, while Population and Cultivator Numbers are very low per li squared. You were driven out of the Quiet Peaks into the desert where you overcame the Shanqu Clan and occupied their lands in the eastern wastes. You held a fourth of the Shanqu territory and gave up moderate Wealth from tribute in exchange for high Vassal Opinion and high Vassal Strength. These lands offered useful Wealth from trade routes, danger and fortune from Access to Turtlebone Mountain and constant Predation from the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect. You are now Desert Hegemon having conquered the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect and the Jingshen Clan. All of the desert save the Spirit Oasis is yours without challenge.

You prefer Obedience in your disciples prizing the ability to cooperate and work in teams for the greater good to complement your formations. Your policy is to treat outsider cultivators as Guests, gaining wandering cultivators of low to very high talent at considerable retainer costs and a moderate chance of treachery. You treat mortals under your rule with Kindness, upholding their rights, protecting them at cost to yourself. In return for the high Wealth cost you incur in your policy, your mortal Population is high as is your Popularity with them. You treat your vassals as Allies, demanding light tribute, aiding them and allowing them to preserve their strength.

With the vassalization of the Yuan Clan, your territory reaches beyond the desert to the Hard Shell Mountains.


InfluenceMortalsQi CondensationFoundation Est.Core Formation
Golden Devil Clan106,000,000/195,0000,000991,000/2,550,00011,100/25,50080/255
Hong Xuan Clan3,000,000100,0002,00025
Simmering Soup Sect8,000,000300,0002,00015
Hua Empire4,000,0003,500301
Xin Kingdom3,000,0003,000301
Twelve City Alliance7,000,00015,0001303
Divided Mortal Kingdoms3,000,00020,0001502
Shen Kingdom4,000,0002,000201
Peng Kingdom4,000,0005,000401
Longevity Stork Clan674,00086,000711
Fortune Stork Clan231,00017,0001091
Fecundity Stork Clan8,880,00028,000601
Goatmen Tribes
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Sixty Kingdoms Alliance
Heavenly Bandit Kingdoms
Scorpion Trade Palace
Yuan Clan*

*This vassal is led by a Nascent Soul, a Great Power in its own right.

Your personal territory can support 5 Nascent Souls: 2 Mid, 3 Early. You have: 1 Mid, 1 Early.

Treasures, Strategic Defenses and Wealth

Defenses:

Ancestral Will (Late Nascent Soul) – Before her death, an Ancestor of your Clan left her will in the heart of your territory, the Dawn Fortress. You have preserved 10 attacks at the full power of a Late Nascent Soul cultivator before the will is too faded to use again. The strength of this defense is spectacular, requiring great expenditure in tools and wealth by your peers to overcome while the attacker risks serious injury.

Shattering Glass Spear Array (Glass Javelin Array) – Your proficiency in Array Carving has allowed you to turn the very elements of your home into a weapon against attacking enemies. Sand is drawn from the deserts and fashioned into killing glass spears. Hidden targeting arrays and launch artifacts across your territory can shoot these spears anywhere in your territory, killing Foundation Establishment cultivators and below with ease. With greater expenditure in resources, the glass spears can be enhanced to threaten Core Formation cultivators. For all its lethality, your artillery array cannot sustain lengthy use or rapid fire. It is best used as harassment fire against individuals at range or when afield away from the Clan core but does poorly in sieges and major assaults.

Golden Eye Array – Crafted by Grand Mechanikos Chu Yuzi, this surveillance array uses the eyeball of the defeated Nascent Soul Child Corpse Gulper as the centerpiece of a scrying mechanism that allows the Clan to gather intelligence from afar, burning through Spirit Stones and precious reagents to penetrate warding defenses and overcome distance.

Blood Detection Array – This is an early warning system securing your core territory by detecting Blood Path signatures, enemy techniques and foreign bloodlines. It has no offensive function but alerts rapid response teams of cultivators equipped with fast movement techniques, mounts and artifacts.

Strategic Assets
Alvertos the Lightbeast – Having secured a quantity of Spirit Severing quality Light Qi, your Master of Disciples has persuaded you to imbue it with sentience and form a Nascent-grade animal simulacrum in the form of chimera made entirely from Light Qi possessing a crocodile's head on a tiger's body with a grove of apple trees grafted to its back just to round things off. Alvertos is not a real Nascent scale entity but bore akin to a very grumpy Will than a real Nascent. However it is tough enough to put up a fight against a real Nascent Soul which is just as good. You have yet to decide whether to deploy it as a territorial defense or an area-denial weapon.

Gravity Transit Network - The Laws of Heaven are not easily broken but they can be bent with sufficient ingenuity and material leverage. Your genius Elder of Disciples has modified the major trade network routes so that the Law of Gravity is lessened along them and the efficacy of large-scale flight arts and enchantments is increased, allowing for rapid repositioning of troops.

Droplet of Rust and Ruin - No defense is absolute and secrets plundered in shadow make for excellent replies to long-standing squatters. Some of the best and brightest of your Experts risked life and limb to retrieve the necessary components for this poison targeted against iron-based constitutions, and your prodigy of an poison mistress Elder has refined it into a superlative weapon to put down that upstart thief, Weeping Anvil of the Sorrowful Blacksmith Sect. Expended in Year 281 to utterly dominate the Lord of the Sorrowful Blacksmith Sect and flawlessly assassinate him.

Truebreath Core Flower - A cultivation aid that will boost a Core Formation elder by one stage, dearly won with thousands of lives. This treasure is earmarked for use by one of your Council Elders.

Nascent Tribulation Treasures - A stockpile of rare and exceptionally valuable spiritual treasures that practically guarantee a successful Nascent Soul breakthrough. One of your Council Elders will be the cultivator you trust with such power.

Bountiful Wealth Assets:
Scorpion Road Trade Route – This is a lengthy, enchanted road spanning the desert and terminating in the Colossus Footstep Pass, providing protection from beasts, bandits, as well as hastened speed in travel. It yields 5% of the Clan's total Spirit Stones (in value) in tariffs.

Earth Bounty City Spirit Mine (Great Open-Cut Spirit Mine) – This is a Medium-grade Spirit Stone mine that the Clan mines by simply hollowing out the earth in a crude but effective process. It yields 10% of the Clan's total Spirit Stones.

Underworld Devil Fortress – Formerly the Underworld Spirit Palace of the Jingshen Clan, this is the greatest Spirit Mine in the entire region and the most reliable source of Nascent-grade (Supreme-quality) Spirit Stones. It yields 30% of the Clan's total Spirit Stones. In addition, the repurposed settlement is a tremendous new training centre for new Aspirants, as well as a second major base of operations for the Clan, and a fallback position if the Dawn Fortress were to ever fall.

True Son Peak – This is the second most productive Spirit Mine in the captured Jingshen lands. It yields 15% of the Clan's total Spirit Stones

Jingshen Sub-Family Mines – These are the mines formerly belonging to the Bei, Dong, Nan and Xi servant families of the Jingshen. They yield 10% of the Clan's total Spirit Stones

Scorpion Trade Palace - Money buys peace and favor to those benefiting from prosperity sourced from your efforts. You have beaten swords into plowshares in your transformation of the Grand Scorpion Sect into the mercantile influence of the Scorpion Trade Palace. As your vassal travel the desert under your control, the shared economy and trade they leave in their wake binds all your hegemony tighter together in time.

Secret Gardens - The Pill-Forging Forest is insufficient to meet the expanded needs of your cultivators. You have invested in developing several Spirit Herb gardens across your territory to improve your access to the resources you need to maintain your strength. You now have the capacity to grow enough herbs to allow your cultivators limited use of more crucial pills if the trade through the Colossus Footsteps Pass is cut off.

Supreme Spiritual Treasures:
Spirit Contribution Points Board – An ancient relic of bygone times, the Contributions Points Board is an administrative tool that streamlines your internal economy, fairly manages cultivator resource allocation and enhances peacetime employment of your cultivators. Efficiency and discipline in commanding your cultivators is increased.

Eight Hundred and Eighty Technique Cultivation Palace (Damaged) – Formerly the possession of Gemstone Justice, this is a broken magical construct that assesses cultivators and offers complementary techniques, increasing their individual martial prowess and boosting your overall combat strength. Currently it is only useful to Qi Condensation Juniors.

Ascension Blood - Produced by a vial retrieved from the Cloud Demon Caves, the Ascension Blood is pure blood - the very essence of blood itself, not mere Blood Qi or the like, something more - primordial life-giving fluid drawn by ineffable means from elsewhere, not from beat or man or any creature of the world. This powerful reagent forms the basis of your recent bloodline advancements, the thickening of the Blood of Bronze in Qi Condensation juniors and the awakening of the Blood of Silver in fortunate recently ascended Core Formation Elders.

Man-As-Mountain Array - The weakness of the Yuan Clan in their incorporation has won you majority control of their prized Secret Realm. The bulk of access to this vast ancient array complex is now yours, producing 5 Core Formation Elders and 500 Foundation Establishment Experts every turn.

Troop Disposition
Standard Legions - Your Legions are the best military force in the region albeit not the most powerful. Professionalism, martial competency and excellent logistical support make your Legionnaires a nightmare to fight against on prepared ground but force projection beyond your borders is not as capable. Force readiness stands at Moderate, command status of troops is Delegated

Mobile Legions (Scorpion Cavalry) - The development of Spirit Scorpion breeding programs suitable for mass expansion have catalyzed a transformation in operational doctrine for the Clan. The Protostrator is spearheading a refit of the Clan's military forces to take advantage of the enhanced mobility the mounts provide. Currently 16 Legions are available for aggressive operations, 3 Legions optimized every two decades, 200 years till total force optimization.

Hunter Legions (Beast-Core Hunters) - Negotiations with the Yuan Clan has given the Clan access to many of the best hunting grounds in the Hard Shell Mountains, raising several Legions of Beast-Core hunters. With such hunters well in hand, the Clan will find it far easier to operate in the mountains in future, as well as sneak into Turtlebone Mountain.

Fate & Diplomacy

Heaven has looked upon you and found you wanting. The Celestial Tyrant is committed to seeing you dead and in the past levied incredible curses against your Clan. It has since drawn down its opposition after seeing that the crucible of persecution only refined you stronger. Now only a few lingering curses hobble your path, a plan of attrition intended to wear you down until the final stroke can be delivered all at once.

Setting your eyes lower than the Heavens, you are opposed by 3 Enemies and supported by 1 Ally. Your enemies are willing to suffer great pains to see harm done to you, their interest is in your ruination. Your ally though is a loyal friend, willing to come to your aid even when it is not in their best interest.

Fate:
Rite of Karmic Purification – Every 100 years, invaders from the Fifth Sea descend upon your lands in a tempering trial. Cultivators of each Great Realm face off against each other, pitting the strength of a living Sea against your disciples with Karmic Luck as the bounty for your deaths (In 100 years/5 turns). In the third Hundred-Year Trial of your rule, an intervention by several of your most promising juniors reverted the operation of the centennial assault to an older format that offered your life and theirs in individual battle to preserve the rest of the clan.

Deadly Tribulation – Heavenly Tribulation for most is a trial of competence and preparation. For you however, it is a gauntlet of of barely restrained murderous intent. Every time one of your cultivators attempts a breakthrough, the Heavens seek to quash their lives or break their path to advancement by sending down Tribulation Lightning reversed in alignment, eight parts killing intent to two parts vital force. Your ancestors' sins indelibly mark you.

Heaven's Impoverishment (Blinded) - If Heaven could not kill you outright, it would starve you in a lingering death. A curse was laid upon your possessions such that you would not benefit from the fullness of the wealth in your grasp, but rather you would see it tarnish and waste away. Any gain was degraded and diminished, as fate itself stole right out of your pockets. Thievery however is hard work and what cannot be seen cannot be stolen. The lands of your core territory are forevermore diminished but no longer will new winnings be stolen from you for the Thief has been blinded.

Bad Karmic Luck (Cleared) – Wherever possible the Heavens tipped the scales against you. Mishaps dogged your plans, your reach always fell short of good fortune and your opponents seemed placed with divine favor. Dishonest weight however are expensive and in time the machinations of Heaven expended their leverage. You are still disfavored but no longer under misfortune's hand.

Allies:
Flood Dragon Gang – A roving gang of Righteous Bandits, the Flood Dragons have been steadfast allies of your Clan for a long time indeed. You have assisted one another over the centuries, most recently helping Lady Yao Zhihao rise up to replace the fallen Huang Li, providing her refuge from a disastrous engagement in the Great Battlefield and gifting her the seed Spirit Stones to raise up the Flood Dragons after their crippling. In turn, they supported you in the war against Jingshen and have promised to come in your time of need in the future. (1 Early Nascent Soul, 10 Core Formation, 900 Foundation Establishment, 5000 Qi Condensation)

The Last Will of the Sea-Conquering Army - Fate is truly a fickle force. In a most ironic turn of events, Bhrigu Family of the Fifth Sea's Sage Clans has lost its elder in a surprise upset during the Hundred-Year Trials of Year 299. Soul shriven, the body of Old Bhrigu has been taken over by the will of the First Archegetes, liberating the Clan Lord from possession and releasing an ancient devil into the Fifth Sea to wreak mischief. Heraclitus Sarantapechos would not deign to lower himself to the status of ally, but there are no others with closer shared interests. (1 possessed Spirit Severing)

Enemies:
Battle Blood Cannibal Sect (Defeated) – They say history doesn't repeat itself but it does rhyme. The Battle Blood Cannibal Sect was formed from the inheritance in a sliver of will left behind by an old enemy of the Clan, the Raging Fury Sect. From that seed was born a Blood Path sect led by your old rival Sun Diaxiang that perennially threatened your southern border. Now the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect is no more. Its lands have been seized and its Lord exiled from the desert for two hundred years. Yet a familiar scene is being reenacted. The sect is gone but the lingering grudge still remains in the form of the living Nascent Lord of the sect, Old Cannibal, who has sworn vengeance for the loss of his apprentice and his sect.

Abyssal Devil Bee Sect (Empowered) – Once they were the Abyssal Demon Sect before becoming the Abyssal Devil Sect but your troublesome neighbors to the east in the Quiet Peaks are your greatest threat at present and have always been a lingering thorn in your side for centuries before that. After beating back their raiders in the Golden Bee War, the Abyssal Devil Bees descended into internal strife as the Nascent Soul Lord of the sect was consumed and the arena was set for a battle for control between the two Early Nascent Souls of the sect. Interference from Strength Purity Sect secured the exile of Sun Diaxiang and the experienced Mid Nascent Soul quickly co-opted the Abyssal Devil Bee Sect. Old Cannibal has moved from strength to strength in recent years. He has risen to the Late stage through the defeat of the Elder of Day from Seven Divine Saber Palace, ravaged the Verdant South, and formed an alliance of Demonic powers in the Grand Abyssal Invasion. With 1 Late, 3 Mid and 2 Early Nascent Souls, your sworn enemy has followed through on the promise of the Blood Path and cannibalized another power to vastly heighten his threat profile.

Seven Divine Saber Palace (Crippled) – Frequent instigator of problems for you and cause of your expulsion into the desert, the Seven Divine Saber Palace have seen the fruit of their plotting in the desert come back to choke them in the Verdant South. They sought to play the Battle Blood Cannibal and the Abyssal Devil Bee Sects against you but the cunning old monster that is Sun Diaxiang has joined what remains of these two under his banner and his first major success saw Old Cannibal handily slaughter the Elder of Day, sole remaining Nascent Soul of the Saber Palace. They are a power in decline, restricted to their core territories and absent influence from their lack of a Nascent Soul. They can no longer be considered credible opposition to the hegemony of Strength Purity Sect.

Trade Partners:
Strength Purity Sect – You have cultivated a relationship with the preeminent influence in the Righteous Path over the centuries and your relationship while not friendly is workable. As the sole supplier of Spirit Stones from the desert, you have more leverage now but must ever be wary of a coalition of Righteous powers headed by your erstwhile trading partner coming to disabuse you of any ideas you might have of overweening superiority.

Regional Organizations
Noble Demon Alliance – Members: Demonic Altar Sect, Gao Clan, Noble Knowledge Sect, Heavenly Time Shatter Sect.

Grand Abyssal Invasion – Members: Abyssal Devil Bees Sect, Chuan Clan.

Blood Defiance Federation – Members: Strength Purity Sect, Seven Divine Saber Palace, Bear Enslavement Sect, Divine Tunist Sect, Great Drunkard Sect, Joyful Blacksmith Sect, Great Mountain Bell Sect.

Unaligned Powers – Members: Qiguai Clan, Sorrowful Blacksmith Sect, Magic Oak Sect, Ma Empire.

Golden Devils – Members: Imperial Optimatoi, Yuan Clan.

Known Secret Realms

The Great Era has been announced and qi from the heavens showers upon the land. Cultivation among the lowest realms is heightened and Secret Realms are empowered.

Qiguai Clan Turtle-Scale Doorway:
Qi Condensation – Opens every turn
Foundation Establishment – Opens every turn.
Core Formation – Opens on Turn 25, 40, 55, 70, 85, etc.

Yuan Clan Man-As-Mountain Array
Opens every turn.

Cloud Demon Caves
Open every turn but restricted to one entry ever.

Heart-Realm
Sealed at present



You are Manuel Konstantinos, Archegetes of the Imperial Optimatoi. To outsiders, you are simply Grand Elder Konstantinos of the Golden Devil Clan, a descendant of foreigners who cling to what little legacy remains to you even as the Heavens strike down at you for your obstinate use of your lineage's True Names. You ascended to the leadership after your master Alexios Died in the Hundred-Year Trials.

Cultivation Rank – Mid Nascent Soul

Cultivation Speed – Slow

Age (Max) - 1,780 (3,500)

Health – Healthy

Intrigue – High
Administration – High
Secret Knowledge – High
Teaching – Very High
Warfare – High
Combat – Medium (Very High with Stone Spear)

Personal Talents – Whether it came from innate talent or was refined from your personal struggles, you are gifted in Cultivation Lecturing. You teach adeptly and easily, helping your juniors progress and fortify their cultivation through your instruction.

Weaknesses – You have poor Stamina. Your rise to Nascent Soul is a miracle of effort and good fortune considering your lacking talent with the Clan's techniques from your thin bloodline but your body is at its limits supporting the demands of your cultivation. You are imperfect in your expenditure of qi and combat tires you out faster than your peers. Penalty to Combat.

Family – None.

Dao – Heaven's Shadow, the Will Opposing. Many Cultivators seek a transcendent height of power – to cast out all that makes them weak and imperfect for the sake of living a longer life. Fools one and all who are blinded by the light of immortality! You and your kin have been oppressed by the Heavens, struck down by great lightnings and terrible trials for an ancient curse... And yet, you live still – the Heavens have not forgotten you certainly, but you no longer live under its active pogrom. Is it complacency? But even in the lightnings cast down – those who should endure their power still rise in might, your kinsfolk still occasionally stumble upon fortuitous encounters. There is some Shadow to the Heavens – a seed of nascent change brutally suppressed by the grand celestial machine, out of a desire to hold to a stagnant image of history for all eternity. You desire to set it free from its bonds, that it may aid your kinsmen in reforging this realm into a thing of beauty and philosophy instead of a barbaric wasteland. It is a futile task, one that will endure long beyond your life – but there is power to this belief, and if you cannot do it – you can blaze a trail for one who comes after you. As did your master, and his master before him.

Artifacts, Techniques & Assets:
Stone Spear – This simple looking weapon never leaves your possession, not for rest, meditation or any other reason. To let it out of your grasp and risk its loss would be the greatest calamity yet to befall your Clan under your rule. Appearing as little more than a roughly hewn stone spear while inactive, this weapon declares its supremacy once seen in use. The Stone Spear is a weapon created by the greatest cultivator produced by the Third Sea, the Demonic Soup Chef. It is a weapon imbued with the power of Law Creation, with very few peers in the entire Sea not to talk of the region. Two Laws are employed by the Stone Spear, a block that stops anything you consciously aim to stop and a strike that cannot be dodged, only blocked. As befitting its origins, this weapon consumes the bodies of defeated enemies.

Shadow Key – A small black key strung on a necklace of shadow that appeared on your person after your most recent vision, the Shadow Key is an artifact that excels in its purpose of unlocking anything and everything. By itself it passively accumulates strength over decades that can be expended to open differently powerful seals but you can also meditate upon its purpose to expand that accumulation, though such an action will consume your focus for several decades.

Certain Death Corpse Dagger – This is an otherwise mundane Spirit Dagger that convinces those of weaker cultivation than the wielder that an attack with the dagger is deadly and certain to kill if successfully landed. This is perhaps your oldest weapon apart from the bronze spear you keep in your rooms. You received it as a Junior and have upgraded it multiple times since then.

Bone Hacking Cleaver – An artifact in the shape of a meat cleaver, this cleaver is a fairly weak weapon. Easily blocked or avoided, its one property is that it takes off any limb it hits in a guaranteed amputation.

Three Ghost Hiding Spirit Cloak – This is a gauzy garment used to provide concealment from mundane and spiritual perception. It is effective against Core Formation and below only.

Corpse-Seeming Coffin – A great coffin made from iron, this container suppresses the qi signature of anything sealed within, even the aura of a Nascent Soul. It can be further concealed in wood or bronze for greater anonymity. A cultivator hiding within the coffin will find it as difficult to use their spiritual sense to look out much as observers are prevented from looking in.

Trembling Fairy Necklace – A relatively minor artifact intended as a training aid for those seeking the Dao of Dance, the Trembling Fairy Necklace increases sensitivity and response to the slightest vibration, teaching proper response to beat and tempo. You have found it makes a decent sensory aide, tracking vibrations through the surfaces and atmosphere around you when your normal senses are otherwise incapacitated.

Blood-Burning Torch – This artifact is a large three-faced bronze torch, engraved with the images of a dragon, phoenix and bear on one face each. It requires one hundred years between each use and ready access to abundant Blood Qi for full effect. The torch produces Blood-Consuming Flames, countering Blood Qi techniques, particularly area of effect manipulations.

Qi-Restraining Net – It does exactly what its name says, binding the qi of cultivators tangled in its netting. It grants only half a breath of suppression against a Nascent Soul.

Spatial Compass - A treasure snatched from the last futile flailings of the late Weeping Anvil, this is a teleportation artifact. Users set the Compass spinning and then upon a enough impact with a surface, the artifact warps space around it's attuned wielder.

Death-Hiding Masks - These are a pair of artifacts recovered from the Jingshen Clan which absorb and prevent detection of the Death qi released by a corpse, even that from a Nascent Soul's end.

Eclipse Array (Expended) - Your master Alexios sought to protect you from the innate weakness of your Dao against opposing comprehensions of Light and its kin. He crafted a portable array for your use, to give you a safeguard against your vulnerability for some time against your natural enemy.

Blood Crystal - A single shard of blood-red crystal you stole right out of the immortal aperture of Old Cannibal during your battle, you do not know exactly what the Blood Crystal is, only that it is incredibly potent and volatile. A full detonation of the shard in your possession would be more than enough to kill you, a Mid Nascent Soul. You have in time discovered hints that the crystal was sourced from the depths of the Cloud Demon Caves.

Twin Bronze Slaughter Aurochs – You have a prized pair of Spirit Beasts in the Core Formation realm. These are creatures with an affinity for the Bronze-Blooded, standing as tall as ten men at the shoulder, breathing fire and possessing brass horns and bronze skins. Where you cannot fly as you will, these are your preferred transport.

Five-Colored Tribulation Lightning – Your dear friend Euphrosyne sacrificed her life to save you from death in the Hundred-Year Trials by shattering her core and calling down Heavenly Tribulation. Her sacrifice preserved your life but did not leave you unharmed, the Heavenly Tribulation catching you in its shadow. You were always one to turn tragedy into good fortune and such was your treatment of the Tribulation Lightning that lingered in your meridians. You have expelled the Lightning into an array trap as a surprise attack for any unwary Nascent Soul opponents. The Lightning you have stored is enough to render any affected Nascent Soul combat ineffective for about two years.

Flame of Bronze – This is a handheld magical flame strong enough to affect the body of a Nascent Soul.

Skin-Flensing Knife Swipe – This is not a killing technique against peers but it strikes from many angles at once, forcing an opponent to spend attention and qi on defense.

Heaven-Cursing Reversal Art – This is the secret technique that laid the foundation for your ascension to Nascent Soul. Through its teaching you touched upon comprehension of Heaven's Shadow. Reciting the mantra, "That which is uncut, be cut. That which is food, become poison. That which is life, become death. The wheel turns and thou wilt be broken upon it," you subvert the nature of things, turning fortune to misfortune, blessing to curse or vice versa.

The Inheritance of the First Archegetes - Appearing just too late, you have achieved a level of synchronicity with your Dao and your Clan's heritage that has unveiled an incredibly powerful and almost equally useless inheritance from the Sea Conquering Army. A mere Nascent Soul such as you has little use for the secrets of your betters and even knowing of them has caused a personality shift as your mind can only falter before the overwhelming strength of what was imparted, preserving itself by hiding in the delusion of being the first Archegetes, Heraclius Sarantapechos, reborn. That is not to say you have not profited from this happenstance. Your being is overshadowed by the shade of a god amongst cultivators and those who think they know the limits of Old Gold are not to be envied in being enlightened to their foolishness. See the Last Will of the Sea-Conquering Army.

Saga Milestones:
To be a cultivator is to defy the Heavens, to climb ever upwards from the red dust of mortality through a gauntlet of scourging tribulations to seek a peak that has no end. As one rises, those you can call peers diminish and your direct relationships with those that persist becomes ever more defining.

Alexios (Deceased) - Your old master; your teacher was the standard you measured yourself against and always fell short off.
Sun Diaxing - Your perennial rival; you have won many battles against this old for but the war is still his to win.
32nd Altar Lord - Your tempter; you fear this old monster not just for his domineering might but for his most unwelcome interest in turning you to his side.
Wei Ning - Your doom; you envy her tyrannical strength and the luxury of power that being in Heavens favor has eased her choices.
Yuan Hao - Your vassal; your power over this canny old Lord is fragile and brittle, time will tell if you can hold the reigns or lose your grasp.
Yao Zhihao - Your ally; you are grateful for her support and have willingly repaid the favor when the tables turned.
Huang Li (Deceased) - Your old collaborator; you knew his principles would be the death of him but that was what made him a good friend.
Child Corpse Gulper (Deceased) - Your schadenfreude; you were pleased that genius and wisdom need not walk together when Sun Diaxing's disciple shattered his dreams and got himself killed by your hand.
Jingshen Junjie (Deceased) - Your foolish neighbor; you will not miss the old threat prowling at your borders but his make for nice recompense.
Jingshen Jiao (Deceased) - Your foolish neighbor; you are grateful that this greenhouse flower never blossomed into a mature threat but made for fine compost.
Weeping Anvil (Deceased) - Your even more foolish neighbor; you were glad to pay back the uncouth squatter for the insult his existence was to your ancestors.


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You are Kleisthenes Sarantapechos, Hetaireiarches of the Imperial Optimatoi. To outsiders, you are simply Second Elder Sarantapechos of the Golden Devil Clan.

Cultivation Rank – Early Nascent Soul

Cultivation Speed – Slow

Age (Max) – 860 (2000)

Health – Healthy

Intrigue – Medium
Administration – Medium
Secret Knowledge – Medium
Teaching – Medium
Warfare – Low
Combat – High

Personal Talents – You are a beast in combat, being much stronger than the Grand Elder was at your cultivation level. As an Early Nascent Soul, you are the weakest in your Great Realm yet you proved a credible threat of injury to an experienced Mid Nascent Soul defending his own territory even if one secretly crippled.

Weaknesses – You are inexperienced for a Nascent Soul, most likely the most recent entry into the ranks of the powerful in your region. The change from operating as a tactical operator to a strategic one will take time to settle into. For now you are fortunate to have the guidance of an experienced Nascent Soul to direct you. Penalty to Warfare.

Family – Dead. Your close family is all gone, your son lost to the death every cultivator courts and your sister sacrificed herself for your preservation. Your distant relations are known throughout the Clan and your family is very appreciative of your promotion. You are not close to any, but your bloodline is quite potent and yields some excellent disciples so you keep an aloof eye out.

Dao – Sacrificial Exchange. You have walked a path paved in cost to yourself, paying for strength with personal loss. This is a truth you know well: misery is precious coin, exchangeable for value. For your Clan, you are willing to sacrifice yourself paying forward the price. Bind yourself in forbearance to empower yourself temporarily. Make your wounds, your exertion, your very life a millstone around the neck of your enemies forcing unto them a debt that must be paid in acknowledgment of what you would give up. Your reach is short and often immediate but it is a heavy hand upon those who stand against you.

Artifacts, Techniques & Assets:
Hateful Mirror – This is a life saving treasure purchased from the Strength Purity Sect. It warps time and fate once to allow the user choose a slighter better set of outcomes than would happen at the cost of becoming permanently repulsive in appearance.

Thousand-Thought Qi Threading Sutra – This is a powerful cognition enhancing mantra taught by the Grand Elder to you to help you catch up with the required knowledge of your position as his immediate replacement. It is a technique profligate in qi use but indispensable for your current needs.

Heroes Strike As One Mantra – Developed by you as a reward for commendable service by Centurion Xiao Yingzi, this mantra is an expansion to the Art of the Undying Hero. Drawing on your Dao of Sacrifice, you fashioned a technique that allows individuals to sacrifice their strength, years and progression by reciting a sutra together in spiritual fellowship. In battle, those who sacrificed into the fellowship can draw from that common pool via recital of the mantra to bolster morale, endurance and might. The technique rewards continued investment growing stronger with time and greater sacrifice. However only one group at a time can employ the technique with an effective maximum number of one hundred members.

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The Realm of Yellow Halls
The Realm of Yellow Halls​

Warning! This report is heavily classified. Attempting to read it without proper authorization will be punished with interrogation and slow, horrible death.

Proceed? Y/N.

Will accepted. Lady Duca recognized.


Report On New Realm: Addressed to Core Formation Elder Destasia Duca.

In order to grant some context, this report shall begin with the known origins of this Realm and the Clan's access to it. It is believed that the Noble Knowledge Sect was working on artificial tokens for various Realms, and more ambitious projects to control or even create various Secret Realms, a terrifying advantage given the rewards a Secret Realm can grant. It is known that the Poison Maze can and often does have somewhat similar functions, though it is unclear if the research was intended to grant control over the Maze to a comparatively lesser cultivator such as a Core Formation Elder or if it was intended to make an entire new Realm to take advantage of. We believe the latter, given how well the components fit together later on, but this is pure speculation, since the researchers in question are all dead.

At any rate, among the survivors rescued from the Noble Knowledge sect, they had taken a number of research materials and artifacts, which were largely given over to the Clan, as they were generally just ransacking the city at the time and had little idea of what, precisely, they were carrying or if it was dangerous. In hopes of determining if any of it could be of benefit to the Clan, a group was tasked by Lady Duca to have a look at them while she worked on the Grand Elder's approved projects. The artifacts varied from rocks taken from the spot where the way into a Realm appeared to various keys for the locks on different vaults, to spent tokens of entry that had been imbued with energy from various Secret Realms.

Perhaps the pieces reacted to something in Golden Devil blood. Perhaps it was something the rescued mortals had found in the desert on the way here. Perhaps it was something to do with the distance from their point of origin. Perhaps it was merely a matter of drawing them together, or simply of time. Regardless, there was a massive Qi reaction from disparate shards that ought to have been merely Qi Condensation as a collective but briefly shot up to Great Circle Core Formation levels, though luckily all the energy seems to have been directed into forming a connection to the new Secret Realm, so sensing it without having been right on top of it is almost impossible unless someone happened to be specifically spying on the location in question with their Dao Magic or a similarly potent artifact. Unfortunately, the resulting portal ate half the mountain we were using as cover for the research, and we have no idea if that's all it did, so others will soon notice regardless of our efforts. Specialized constructs of that level can do some very strange things, effectively having a Dao of whatever they were made for, and we don't exactly have a detailed account of what this Realm looked like before the connection was forged. We can reasonably assume it existed beforehand, of course. Mere Core Formation wouldn't be nearly enough to make something this size. A Nascent Soul willing to burn themselves out with a specialized Nascent-grade array and artifacts perhaps, but the point is moot. No, we believe this artifact connected to a Realm that has existed for quite some time, even if we have no records of previous access. It's nature makes determining an exact age an exercise in futility, but it most definitely predates the connection.

While the portal came with an equally enormous steel door that can be used to seal it off, one of the points in favor of some reaction to the Golden Devils and our origin beyond this world being the cause, the portal, and by extension the door, are large enough that either a team of Foundation Building or a pair of Core Formation Elders would be necessary to open or close it. Being 200 meters across and 50 meters tall with a solid 5 meters thickness, the door is enormously heavy, though it seems to 'hinge' on the portal itself, which is very unsettling to look at, but means that the door will not scrape across the ground, refusing to deform even slightly from it's own weight and thus remaining a few millimeters off the ground at all times. It will likely be unnecessary for the most part anyway so long as a minimum guard is posted, barring something truly unlikely like deep penetration of Blood Path into core Clan lands, at which point we will have larger issues. This is because of the odd properties of the Realm, which make it paradoxically of immense value and worthless, depending on your point of view.

First, a description of the Realm itself. What immediately stands out is the sheer yellow of the Realm, hence the tentative name. The floor is dingy yellow carpet which, in most places, seems to continue without a bottom, digging simply revealing more layers of carpet albeit generally drier and less rancid. These seem randomly placed, like most apparent landmarks. The ceiling, perhaps 5 meters high, and walls are yellowed, though whether that's because of 'age' alone or the natural coloration merely became moreso is impossible to ascertain. The Realm at a glance resembles the back offices of some of the Optimatoi, however, it is largely barren, either of people or furniture. The most obvious oddity is the sheer size. As a perfectly flat plane, it is possible to see distances the Turtle World does not allow, even for mortals. In the rare circumstance where there is no obstruction, something recorded precisely once as of this document, there was no end that could be detected. The Realm is enormous, millions of miles across at minimum. It is strongly suggested to make a policy of avoiding spending time in such areas, as even Cultivators struggle with the concept of infinity when forced to confront it, though breaking it up artificially upon settlement shouldn't be too difficult.

Secondly, the lighting is relatively even, despite a complete lack of natural light. There are dim, shadowed locations, but nowhere in the Realm's explored area is truly dark. Lights can be found, seemingly placed specifically to accomplish this. This would suggest that either a) the Realm was constructed, unlikely given it's sheer scale, or b) it's odd physics include the generation of lights whenever sufficient darkness arises, though the two are not mutually exclusive. Speaking of darkness, air vents can be found in various areas, being as dark as one would expect, though given that there are few native lifeforms and little to nothing in the way of plants, it is unclear what the point is. Especially since there are no recorded instances of anyone suffering from oxygen deprivation, even in a room specifically sealed to test whether it would generate new lights and air vents. The answer was yes to the former, and no to the latter, indicating the second hypothesis was correct. A similar test found that attempts to raise or lower the temperature fall off with unnatural speed. Fires will certainly warm people in a circle around them, but even the edges of a room will not experience as much warming as they ought to, with much the same being true of ice and frost.

Thirdly, landmarks. A steel door generally encountered once every 500 meters or so, something even a mortal could open with appropriate tools, will lead to a cylindrical shaft some 20 meters in diameter, similarly lined with steel. Ladders lead up and down from the platform the door opens onto, leading to identical platforms which in turn lead to more such floors. No bottom or top has been found, and it seems reasonable to assume that none will be found, given a three day climb in either direction yielded no sign of one. Given the nature of the Realm, it isn't known for certain if these are indeed different floors or simply massive distances apart on the same floor, but for current purposes they shall be treated as the former. The cylinders seem to double as structural supports, so most of the walls found within the Realm beyond these can be safely knocked down to yield common wood. Then there are pools of poisonous crimson fluid, with a consistency similar to wine. These appear somewhat randomly, though they seem to collect the fluid from the area, preventing simply walking on the floors from being hazardous. In one instance, digging found a cavern hidden some distance down, apparently eroded from the rock, despite the fact that the ceiling of the next floor down ought to have been breached by that point. These seem to be rare, as 200 digs found only the one.

Now, for the truly odd properties of the Yellow Halls. The Realm, unlike most, has terrible Qi quality. Preliminary assessments point to the average disciple struggling to exceed the common Beastman cultivator in achieving the third stage of Qi condensation, though it is impossible to say how Tribulation would function here, given this Realm is divorced enough from Heaven that it doesn't seem to be receiving any benefits from the Great Era, with the possible exception of the constant opening. Perhaps there was a connection to the lack of natural light? The again, the Cloud Caves are always open but only available once, so perhaps a Secret Realm that never closes always comes with some sort of caveat. Regardless, only mortals could sustain themselves easily here, as farming seems to work, but the low Qi quality means only mundane crops and animals can be farmed.

Resources also occur naturally, though they are few and far between. The strange cavern contained a moderately potent Spirit Stone for Qi Condensation, for example, and low-quality Qi Condensation stones can be found scattered about, and seem to slowly regenerate over time, though again, nothing potent enough for even a Foundation Establishment Cultivator to use. Ordinary food and water can also be found here. The former can be found in local wildlife, such as insects and the odd bear or edible mushroom, while the latter constantly drips from the ceiling. It is not recommended to try and drink any puddles found on the floor, however. In addition to hygiene concerns, it appears that the water reacts to something in the carpeting, producing pools, and in at least one instance, a lake, of the aforementioned crimson fluid. Much like mercury, the fluid is poisonous even with extended contact, apparently having a metallic taste according to a volunteer with a strong constitution who was immediately handed off to medical personnel. This fluid can be used to clean rust off of equipment, though it is not recommended for use on Golden Devils for obvious reasons, as it can be absorbed through the skin even through a strong showing of the Bronze if overused, and mortals have to use significant protective measures to use it safely. It can also be burned, though it is of more use in cooking than anything meant to burn long-term as for whatever reason the compound burns cleanly. Using it in explosives should be reasonably possible, as unlike many reactive elements it doesn't seem to grow unsafe or wax or wane in strength over time. Though, this would mean that it would likely peak at handheld explosives, since it doesn't seem possible to concentrate it for higher yields. All attempts have at best yielded water and a highly poisonous, easily aerosolized, red dust, though this may have benefits of it's own.

Another odd property is the flow of time. While inside, it was determined that time flows roughly 90 times as quickly. Were it not for the awful Qi levels, it would be a boon of proportions difficult to comprehend, and would likely see entire wars fought over it's possession. As it stands, while it has unlimited potential living space, it is incredibly unlikely it will ever produce even a Foundation Establishment cultivator without counting a native who set out for the Turtle World proper. Each Stage takes exponentially more Qi, after all. Qi levels might improve a bit upon significant inhabitation as living beings do produce small quantities of Qi, but it's doubtful that would be enough to make the average Cultivator rise to the 5th Stage, nevermind the 9th.

Another issue is that this 90fold increase in the flow of time is uneven. Breathing, blinking, blood flow, all the things that need to be done constantly must still be done constantly, while eating, drinking, and sleeping seem to work off of Turtle World time, meaning roughly once a month for each meal and once every three for sleep, though like eating you can sleep more if you wish. You will have to deal with the consequences however, and overeating can kill you easily if you try to eat along the schedule you're used to. Similarly, healing still works off of the time of the Turtle World, so this Realm cannot be abused to bolster the healing of disciples. In point of fact, the natural healing process is slowed such that even a comparatively shallow cut can cause death by blood loss. Something we Golden Devils have to worry about less, but still need to be wary of. Aging happens normally just like all other constant processes, so this isn't, as some of the wildly optimistic members had hoped, a method of cheating the lifespan limitations of mortals.

One might be wondering what benefit this Realm could provide when it's unusual properties seem almost deliberately truncated to prevent major benefits. Simple. It is entirely habitable by mortals, and there is neither a space limitation nor an issue of other factions holding territory. With the accelerated flow of time, and the relatively swift generations of mortals, a mere 10 million or so sent there would achieve a population of over 77 billion in one of our decades. With the low Qi levels, few if any predators beyond the realm of mortals could survive here for any length of time. While not a paradise, in terms of security, only other mortals would be likely to threaten them, as Stage 3 of Qi Condensation, the limit for normal talents, is still well within the realm of being threatened by mortals.

Additionally, the Realm's apparent infinite expanse means technically infinite Qi, even if it's very low at any given point, likely due to the Qi moving to equalize itself across the Realm as it usually does, which means that while none of them will grow very high, there is no issue of Cultivators running out of resources as will eventually happen on the dead Turtle Child, merely of resources of sufficient quality to advance. This in turn means that even if the worst should come to pass and the Turtle Child's Qi runs dry before we can move to a Living Sea, the Optimatoi can linger. A shadow of a shadow, certainly, but better than nothing.

If the Noble Knowledge Sect was intentionally attempting to forge this connection, then it may have been intended to be sold to the Blood Path to allow them to farm mortals and Qi Condensation Cultivators for their ends. The Blood Path has long had issues with exhausting the mortals they treat as cattle whenever they are forced into prolonged conflict, or even simply because the Blood Path does not lend itself well to restraint. With this, they could effectively harvest mortals in the millions every decade without any issue. Additionally, if the manifestation was always going to be like this, they would also have controlled the sole entry and exit point, and the same low Qi levels would have made it nearly impossible for any sort of rebellion to get off the ground, as only the most sloppy of sloppy management would be remotely troubled by even an en masse assault by tens of thousands of Qi Condensation aspirants without the benefit of Formations, and Old Cannibal has experience deliberately crippling societies in order to prevent effective resistance.

These same factors would make it an incredibly safe investment for the Clan, as even the pessimistic projections indicate that, properly acquitted, 10 million mortal colonists would grow into over 77 billion in a decade Turtle time. In another, it would hit 600 trillion, and in a third, 4.65 quintillion. Exponential growth is quite something. Enough that by the time of the Trials, even if we only accepted the estimated 1 in 100 billion talents with Nascent Soul potential, accounting for those who will simply never discover their potential in such a low Qi area and the Tribulation casualties, that would still be over 45 thousand such Cultivators. Not enough to replace the losses of the most ruinous Trials, but still enough to prevent our lower ranks at least from being crippled. A single decade later would allow such a gathering of aspirants to bring forth 360 billion instead, sourced from 36 sextillion mortals. Enough to select for even greater Talents, possibly for Spirit Severing should we ever discern the method to rise to that height, or for the highest possible compatibility with the Blood, 1 in a million aberrations like the Blood of Iron or Mythril, which with numbers like these would easily rise in numbers sufficient for actual studies to be made, considering 1/10000 mortals becoming Cultivators combined with one-in-a-million having such unusual Blood is still 3.6 million, more than 3 times the number of Qi Condensation aspirants we possess. Similarly, we could offer recruits for the Flood Dragon Gang, who select as much for compatibility with their philosophy as anything else. They could deliberately seek out Theft and similar Dao fragments among the aspirants, and still essentially have their pick of Qi Condensation recruits, much like the Clan itself.

It's likely the Blood Path would see much lesser growth within, but since they would only care if the Cultivator's talent was sufficient to cultivate at all, they could easily have their Qi Condensation aspirants consume each other until they broke through to Core Formation, and then feed or apprentice those Cores to the Nascents. Based on our studies, the reduced resources would see perhaps one in ten thousand mortal Cultivators, so even the first decade would yield a 'harvest' of roughly 7.7 million Qi Condensation aspirants. Even assuming massive culling of their ranks from use of the Blood Path beforehand(and it would likely be introduced a few months beforehand Turtle Child time specifically to avoid this issue when they wouldn't survive long enough to be of use to the Blood Path otherwise) and 80% or so incompatibility with the Blood Path drop them to a roughly 1.5 million Cultivators before accounting for consuming each other, and those can still be fed to Blood Path followers so it's not as if they get nothing from such aspirants, that's still enough to raise a number of talents among that group to Core Formation despite casualties from Tribulations and various incompatibilities, which could be consumed or apprenticed to the extant Nascent Souls, and the number would only increase as time passed.

While less useful for others who couldn't simply have their disciples kill each other off an benefit, gathering so many high-quality aspirants could only be helpful. For the Clan's purposes, it would also do a great deal to dilute Heaven's wrath, as has been seen in moderate scale with the influx of aspirants from the absorption of former Jingshen lands. Even a few decades of our numbers, even of Qi Condensation juniors, increasing to such a degree might well drain the Heavens effectively dry trying to curse that large a population. Heaven's curses still reach within the Yellow Halls, so we can assume that the same dilution of strength would occur from having Golden Devil numbers rise so many orders of magnitude.

Then there is the consideration of mortal geniuses. While a Cultivator will always have physical and mental advantages over a mortal, even in Qi Condensation, sextillions of mortals would be more than enough for geniuses capable of competing with Cultivators in mental efforts to arise, providing a rapid advance in technology in any and every field even if only done in miniscule quantities. If the Noble Knowledge Sect had planned to keep this Realm for themselves, then this was probably their primary goal, effectively offloading mortal research onto huge numbers of mortals. This is one of the fields where the ludicrous numbers this Secret Realm could hold can truly shine. Not to mention the Blood experiments and studies that could be made.

Thus, I must in the strongest possible terms advise an immediate colonization effort. Preferably as swiftly as possible. Every year's delay for us is 90 years delay within, and as I said, exponential growth is quite impressive. Admittedly, there will definitely be kinks to work out in terms of administering such a massive population, especially without Cultivators of Foundation Establishment or higher, but between an endless stream of technological innovation, ever-more-talented aspirants, and the draining of the Curses beyond any meaningful impact, I suspect the Clan's fortunes to improve immensely at worst.

AN: I took a great deal of inspiration from The Backrooms for this, hence the Realm's remarked-upon weirdness across basically all parameters from space and time, to heat and light, to endless regenerating Qi, if of the mentioned low level throughout. It's a Web Original thing popular enough to have three different wikis, a TV Tropes page and associated Reddit link. Though obviously, I put a decent bit of a Cultivation spin on it so it would fit better in this setting. Admittedly, this was intended a fun 'How can I break the setting in a more interesting way than having the Shadow drop a hundred Purchases or equivalent in terms of Legacies, like essentially granting all of the Projects from the last 5-6 Turns not taken appropriate funding and/or guaranteed Nascent-grade things, from the sky directly on Manuel's head?' sort of deal. Hence, 'All the mortals. All of them. Literally incomprehensible numbers of mortals translating to similarly ludicrous Qi Condensation numbers.' as my method. This is one of the reasons I elucidated a bit on how bad it might have been if the Blood Path had gotten their mitts on this, though the Noble Knowledge nutjobs would probably have found a means of turning it into a nightmare directly, and possibly indirectly by recruiting geniuses in a manner similar to the massive Blood talents we might select for with aspirant numbers like these and supercharging their research that way since Cultivation boosts for the mind seem to work better on better baselines. Let me go a little more numerically in-depth to really drive it home.

So, it's a polity of 100 million before you're likely to see a Nascent Soul, right? Well, the Yellow Halls having such poor Qi increases that significantly, probably more akin to 100 billion. Good Seeds seem to be along the lines of Core Formation potentials, so more akin to 1/1 million talents than potential Nascent Souls, though they would also be raised up to 1/1 billion. Still, 77 billion means 70+ Good Seed potentials, 1 of which might be a Nascent Soul potential. Of course, it would be much lower in practice since there isn't really a standardized 'test everyone for Cultivation talent' census as far as I can tell, in part because of how non-standard Cultivation tends to be even for the Righteous. So I expect it to be more like 7. Of course, that would be the result from the first decade. By the third, the Golden Devils could pick the cream of the cream of the cream of the crop, the 1/100 billion talents with Nascent Soul potential, and still end up with 45000 possible NS Good Seeds, and 45 million Core Formation potentials, though again, probably more like 4500 NS and 4.5 million CF potentials.

By 100 years passing, that is, this time next pre-Trials, we'd be looking at a population number of utter madness, as 9000 years in the Halls would see 7.8 Quattuordecillion people. That's 7, followed by 45 digits. A benefit of not needing to worry about a space or heat budget, or even an oxygen budget and just endlessly expand in all directions to accommodate more people, especially with time dilation of that magnitude. Assuming even the most pessimistic of projections and only 1/million of a given Realm can jump to the next after Nascent Soul, that's still 78 nonillion Spirit Severing candidates, slashed to 7.8 nonillion to account for people slipping through the cracks or not wanting to Cultivate, 7.8 septillion for the Realm after that, 7.8 quintillion for the Realm after that, 7.8 trillion for the Realm after that, 7.8 million for the Realm after that, and 7.8 potentials for the Realm after that. Candidates only drop back into single digits 5 Realms after Spirit Severing. That's well past anything in the past interludes. Heck, that might be past the Imperator. Even if they only accepted the 1/1 million who ends up with extremely high-end Bronze or rare bloodline, that just effectively moves the aspirant levels back one Realm, which that sort of Blood potency would probably do a great deal to offset, if the Mithril is any indication.

So yeah, probably a good thing this isn't going to be canon. It would singlehandedly break the game such that by the Trials after the coming one, we could drown the Favored in even greater talents on the Legion scale. It wouldn't be a question of whether we could win, it would be a question of keeping hidden the specifics of where all these terrifying talents were coming from long enough to outscale or exhaust everyone else, and the new guys would only get more insane from there. Forget the Favored thrashing us upon hitting Nascent Soul, they'd be the minimum bar to compete with the 100 years aspirants even with their headstart, nevermind the insanity the 200 years guys could manage. We'd probably have to institute a strict number cap on taking only the absolute best talents to be able to remotely sustain these guys, and when dealing with one-in-a-decillion talents, I question how effective that would be. Can you say 10 Spirit Severing in a Turn? We'd basically have to declare war on everyone in order to keep up at all. I'm talking the entire Turtle Child, potentially even sending them off to the living Seas. With 780 duodecillion Golden Devils, the Curses should be drained enough to make that feasible. Of course, there's the issue of what effect the Shadow will experience, but I think that it's tied to the Clan's strength/numbers in a manner similar to the dilution of Heaven's Curses, so with numbers like these, the Clan might see the Shadow become the new 'Heaven' as sheer weight of decillions begins to tell. Even 200 years in would be enough for septendecillions(1 followed by 54 other digits) of people, and consequently countless decillions of Clan members all shoring up the Shadow while weakening Heaven.

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Wouldn't there be, at some point, a logistics problem with just physically moving around in, and coordinating, such a gigantic realm?

The connection between such a realm and the normal Third Sea also seems like it would be susceptible to attack, potentially by Heaven recognizing and blowing up a threat.
 
Good Seeds seem to be along the lines of Core Formation potentials, so more akin to 1/1 million talents than potential Nascent Souls, though they would also be raised up to 1/1 billion.
A brief note:

Good Seeds are actually Nascent potentials, as without any extra lifespan extension, as long as they survive, they can theoretically hit Early Nascent just fine. This continues to be the case up to Late, after which you need to seek treasures or simply be lucky to have a shot at the Great Circle, indicating that the Great Circle is beyond the base potential of a Good Seed and requires fortune to outstrip.

(Or, if you had the ability, you'd have taken the 12th Heavenstage to boost your cultivation speed to make that possible without any extra shenanigans. Bear in mind that the Twelfth Heavenstage isn't actually easy in story, so this isn't as obvious as it seems.)
Wouldn't there be, at some point, a logistics problem with just physically moving around in, and coordinating, such a gigantic realm?

The connection between such a realm and the normal Third Sea also seems like it would be susceptible to attack, potentially by Heaven recognizing and blowing up a threat.
The bigger issue would be sustaining the cultivators inside, I think.

The Qi flow to the Baby Turtles starts to show issues at the late stretches of Spirit Severing even in a Living Sea, where you need to keep on moving around and hunting for more space for resources to not be an issue.

Law Creation outright damages the Laws of the world just by the usage of their base ability, because, as mentioned, this is a literal baby turtle. A Death Step would've popped this place like a soap bubble if they stepped in with their full power, which was why Kourmenos had to massively restrict herself to escape here. (Which ended up with her death.)

Not really conducive to a high population of peak Spirit Severing, forget the higher realms.

You'd need a World of a higher class, which is far easier said than done as it either requires leaving the world (not easy by itself) and trying to not die in the void for long enough to reach another one that doesn't instantly screw you on arrival, or to reach the Life Step yourself, which as mentioned, this world can't really sustain.

Not easy stuff, to say the least.

All that being said, I'm certain that numbers of that scale are typical in sufficiently high grade worlds. It's just that it's important to remember that we're in the memetic weakest of the weakest of the weakest and so on.

We'd probably only hear about those in the epilogue, and likely not as something we'd achieve ourselves but rather as the forces the organizations on that level that any Seeds hitting the cosmos-scale would have to move carefully around.

At least, unless if I underestimated a particular thing that I cannot mention, though that'll only be revealed in a long time yet.
 
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Wouldn't there be, at some point, a logistics problem with just physically moving around in, and coordinating, such a gigantic realm?

The connection between such a realm and the normal Third Sea also seems like it would be susceptible to attack, potentially by Heaven recognizing and blowing up a threat.

Probably, I did note administering the place was going to be a problem in the closing paragraph of the Omake proper. Still, with that many people and the effective resolution of Qi Condensation junior casualties in the Trials, finding someone with a Dao of Realms and getting them to Nascent Soul so they could work on opening up new portals both Turtle Child-Halls and between different parts of the Halls seems like a likely long-term project, particularly when they should also be able to do things like open the Heart Realm for similar reasons.

Would Heaven recognize Qi Condensation people, even in such numbers, as a threat? Certainly, there are a lot of them, but none of them are individually any threat while inside, since it's incredibly difficult to even hit Stage 5 Qi Condensation. Admittedly, it could probably tell where the drain was going, but I'm not sure how blowing up a portal like that... works?

Also, the Halls want people inside, so they'd probably resist such efforts. There was no way of determining this as far as people in-universe, so I didn't mention it, but this is a Realm that wishes to have people in it. There are actually deeper Realms it intends to lure them into, but it's content to simply have a few out of a million disappear and wind up deeper every day. The morality of the people who set up the colony and if they skim a little off the top themselves isn't important to it. The Noble Knowledge relics were just a convenient method of taking advantage of the massive Qi levels of the Great Era, and if the first portal were closed off, well, it wouldn't be opposed to giving a few nudges here and there if the colonists tried to open the place up again so that they'd be willing to keep trying. After all, play it's cards right, and it can have multiple inflows in multiple places, which it's infinite expanse can keep separate so that the different cultures and subsequent differences in perspective can lead to unique Daos, which are very much of interest.

A brief note:

Good Seeds are actually Nascent potentials, as without any extra lifespan extension, as long as they survive, they can theoretically hit Early Nascent just fine. This continues to be the case up to Late, after which you need to seek treasures or simply be lucky to have a shot at the Great Circle, indicating that the Great Circle is beyond the base potential of a Good Seed and requires fortune to outstrip.

(Or, if you had the ability, you'd have taken the 12th Heavenstage to boost your cultivation speed to make that possible without any extra shenanigans. Bear in mind that the Twelfth Heavenstage isn't actually easy in story, so this isn't as obvious as it seems.)

The bigger issue would be sustaining the cultivators inside, I think.

The Qi flow to the Baby Turtles starts to show issues at the late stretches of Spirit Severing even in a Living Sea, where you need to keep on moving around and hunting for more space for resources to not be an issue.

Law Creation outright damages the Laws of the world just by the usage of their base ability, because, as mentioned, this is a literal baby turtle. A Death Step would've popped this place like a soap bubble if they stepped in with their full power, which was why Kourmenos had to massively restrict herself to escape here. (Which ended up with her death.)

Not really conducive to a high population of peak Spirit Severing, forget the higher realms.

You'd need a World of a higher class, which is far easier said than done as it either requires leaving the world (not easy by itself) and trying to not die in the void for long enough to reach another one that doesn't instantly screw you on arrival, or to reach the Life Step yourself, which as mentioned, this world can't really sustain.

Not easy stuff, to say the least.

All that being said, I'm certain that numbers of that scale are typical in sufficiently high grade worlds. It's just that it's important to remember that we're in the memetic weakest of the weakest of the weakest and so on.

We'd probably only hear about those in the epilogue, and likely not as something we'd achieve ourselves but rather as the forces the organizations on that level that any Seeds hitting the cosmos-scale would have to move carefully around.

At least, unless if I underestimated a particular thing that I cannot mention, though that'll only be revealed in a long time yet.

Oh. I guess I was under the impression Nascent Soul potential was exceptional even by Good Seed standards, like Rina.

Ah, infinite Realm with it's own goals, and while it only regenerated Qi Condensation Spirit Stones(and if it's prospective colonists had been Blood Path, it would have been little bottles of blood or suspiciously blood-colored wine that are compatible with such, while the air itself would have been of decent Qi quality if we were working with Breath Cultivators) the deeper areas it won't be showing just anyone are a different story.

Manuel has likely deduced that even with all these caveats, there's some kind of catch to all of this, but it's one of those traps where the bait is good enough that they can't afford to pass it up.

If he exerted himself, he might learn the ultimate goal is to calve off similar Realms, possibly with the direct aid of high-end Cultivators, likely of the Death or Life Steps, which would be heavily influenced by their Dao. The difference between it and the Emperor Turtle is that while it's not exactly being open about it's intentions, it's willing to work with the mortals instead of against them. It just has some issues with, you know, telling anybody any of this since it's basically an infinite empty complex that has it's own, adjacent space it exists in with a Void that is if anything more oppressive than what you'd deal with between Seas. Much more hostile metaphysics where the space outside of worlds is concerned and a mindset probably significantly more alien than the Turtle have ironically made it more inclined towards cooperation, so the Room Worlds will likely double as Human Worlds in one way or another.
 
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Sun Ji Omake 8: Growing Pains
Turn 14 Omake 8: Growing Pains

Sun Ji awoke in his room in a cold sweat. Wiping his forehead, he took deep breaths to settle his heart rate. He'd had an incredibly vivid nightmare about shaming the Sect and being flogged with soft cords of straw. Looking around the room, it appeared that his straw mattress had been torn apart during the night. Sun Ji sighed as he began stuffing the errant strands back into the mattress. He suppressed an urge to sneeze, and instead breathed carefully out through his nose to more accurately remove the offending particles. Honestly, there was so much wasted effort in what the body did by reflex. So much effort spent on a sneeze that could be more effectively-
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Sun Ji frowned. It seemed he hadn't fully recovered control from his meltdown yesterday. Thankfully it was still dark out, so he likely had time for-
Yesterday!

Blood rushed to his face and ears! Oh, the shame! He'd been much too sure of his control of himself! With just the barest taste of power, he'd proven just how unsuited he was to it! Master Jiang would never have made such a fool of themselves as he had! At least he wasn't of The Clan at this time, but still. How could a cultivator even hope to approach those auspicious heights when they had such Shameful days in their history! He'd need to learn how to remove memories from oneself before ascending. Although, if he did that would he be able to avoid such Shame in the future? Besides, wasn't it part of doctrine to not reject lessons no matter how much it stung the Pride?

Sun Ji rolled back and forth on the mattress in mental agony. He should simply forget the matter and pretend nothing was different! He began snipping away parts of the day, portions beginning to blur. No, wait! He should reorient himself to make sure such Shame never occurred again! No, he should minimize the importance of yesterday! It was only one day, after all. Who didn't have an embarrassing secret or three in their histories? No! No.

He took a deep breath, and managed not to cough nor sneeze. No, he would control himself and treat this logically. After yesterday's fiasco, there was no way the Sect would send him to that dangerous shop again. He'd likely never see any of those involved ever again, and he'd go back to cleaning out the refuse chutes of the Drums like he was comfortable with. Yes, there was no reason to deny the reality of the shame. Nor was there a reason to perseverate on it. He would meditate as normal, and if any modification would occur it would be that Sun Ji would take in less Yang energy during his morning ablutions. Yes. This would work excellently.

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Straw had a habit of sticking to sweat, and the tub that Sun Ji had to lug around today was at the limits of what he could carry while pretending it wasn't difficult. The Bursar's office had never seemed so far away, and it took all of Sun Ji's concentration to keep up appearances as he reached the front of the line.

The wrinkled Bursar gave him a smile as he announced his daily assignment, "Sun Ji. Water the Barracks, and report directly to Fatty Chao's Pantry Shop afterwards. Next"

Sun Ji smiled back and nodded. He wouldn't allow even a mote of his internal screaming escape his control. No, he would simply take the steps up to the roof one at a time and think of nothing else. One step after another, heart beat loud in his ears. Keep breathing steadily, take another step and tighten his hold around the tub. Another step, and he'd be close to the roof. There was nothing wrong with his form, nor posture. This was a normal task he had done over two hundred times before. In fact, this was a particularly easy assignment! He'd have no issue going one step after another, going about his day as a cultivator like any other day. Like any other cultivator, in fact. This was fine. He would be fine, just one step in front of another. One step in front of another . . .

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Hong Xiao chewed the scorpion treat slowly, allowing the mellow meaty flavor to spread throughout her mouth. Her mother had told her to handle the display and associated marketing after dad had taken that cultivator away. The first step for anything rated as a luxury fit for cultivators was sampling it yourself, and that didn't change just because the cultivator in question was actually a Spirit Beast. The muscly ring was the jaw muscle of a mature Sliver Squid, and the product was from that new Sect the Riverlord Sect. She snorted, "As if any humans could be Lords of these rivers". It couldn't be said they were untalented, but overly ambitious? Hong Xiao liked to think she knew how to avoid biting bait she couldn't pull from the line, like trying to claim Lordship of the Rivers of Seven Temples.

Speaking of bait, the bell rang as the cultivator from yesterday entered the shop. He was bad looking, but the arrogance of such a young cultivator really pissed her off. Reaching Second Heavenstage and already leaving the Sect because "the vineyards aren't capable of teaching him properly". Tch.

The boy stood, frozen, just past the threshold. Just like yesterday. Hong Xiao flicked her hair out and smiled. He folded in half as he bowed, seemingly out of reflex. Hah. Her mom had certainly miscalculated, trying to get her to be competitive with someone down this bad. She'd use him for grunt work, cultivate while he did so, then do the client work alongside him and soar beyond him in no time. She smacked her hand against the pamphlet that advertised the Scorpion Treats, "Alright new guy. Read this while I grab some boxes from inventory. Mom put me in charge of rolling out this product, so I expect you to listen to what I say quickly and competently. Got it?"

He rose from the bow just to perform it again, "Yes ma'am! How should this one address you going forward, ma'am?"

Hong Xiao rose an eyebrow as she chewed. The blush that had rose across his face and nose when she'd flicked her hair was subsiding and his eyes were sharper than she'd ever seen them as he stared at the floor. Huh. Good. At least he was probably competent. "Eh, ma'am is fine." she smiled as he replied with a prompt "Yes ma'am!" Seriously, Hong Xiao couldn't believe her mom had thought this kid would get her competitive streak going. She gave the boy a nod and walked off to the back. Honestly, a sheltered kid of sixteen was supposed to be competition? Her parents really did refuse to see her as an adult, even though she was two months seventeen already. She muttered to herself as she stacked boxes of Scorpion Treats in her arms, "This is gonna be too easy."

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"This is too easy!" grumbled Hong Xiao as she sent for Sun Ji to gather more product from the back. "These customers aren't even haggling when they get to me! What are you saying to them when you're selling this stuff?" She hollered from the counter as he hefted boxes of Scorpion Treats for the fifth time that day. Honestly, he'd been so nervous that he'd walked one step at a time all the way into the shop. What a fool he'd been! If he'd known he'd have a proper taskmaster asking unreasonable demands of him, he'd have taken in more Yang energy this morning just for the challenge of it!

Sun Ji walked out from the back with an easy smile on his face. What he'd mistaken for a grown woman had quickly shown herself to be a petty and short-sighted child not much older than he. Without the armor of strawberry scent scrambling his mind, she was just another good looking cultivator among a sea of good looking cultivators. He had no doubt that her mother could unspool him like cheap twine if she felt like it, but working contentedly for the powerful was the lot of the Low Blood House. "Hospitality work such as this is well within my skillset, ma'am. I simply converse with them pleasantly," he bowed, showing off his ability to balance large stacks of goods. "This much is well within my capabilities, as a disciple of the revered Sunset Sect."

Honored Ma'am sucked on her Scorpion Treat with a frown. "Hmph. No wonder dad was having trouble with you."

Sun Ji raised an eyebrow as he walked over to the display he'd designed, not questioning her comment. With the screws and good wood of the boxes, he'd been able to fashion the facsimile of a giant scorpion to menace over the bags of Scorpion Treats sitting below it. Towards the mouth was an open bag, from which Sun Ji gave samples to anyone willing to "Brave the Scorpion" and grab one. Children squealed and grabbed them while running away, while older customers seemed to enjoy the novelty of it. Especially because Sun Ji could animate it, slowly, by pushing qi into the flows he'd arranged. The task had been quite difficult, but the Ebullient Stream Riverbed exercises had given him great awareness of how his own body's energies flowed. With wood for the channels, and screws for the Acupressure Points, his first Array was truly the bare minimum of what could qualify as an Array. Still, Sun Ji was proud that he'd been able to find a way to cultivate while doing such light work as Hospitality Work normally was. Mortals with an over-inflated sense of importance were less harsh than the spines of Spiritual Weeds, or the fangs of powerful Vermin.

Honored Ma'am frowned again as she stared at him. It was strange, normally the Mirrored Soul of the Low Blood made him inherently fairly likeable. Yet Honored Ma'am seemed to either resist the effect, or actually saw something that frustrated her rather than endeared her. Either way, it was hardly his business.

"Tch." She clicked her tongue as she often did when the store emptied out near closing. "There's that arrogance again."

This time Sun Ji did respond to her grumbling, turning to her with a smile. "Oh? Did this one displease you in some way, ma'am?" He internally chuckled as she lit up at his show of Respect. Despite being a scion of merchants, she was surprisingly easy to manipulate.

Her smiling eyes soon turned angry, as they caught up once more to the scowl that she'd worn for the past week. "Yeah! You think you can manipulate me just by showing me respect!" Sun Ji startled a little as she shouted. "Gah, it's been three months and you already act like you own the place!"

Sun Ji bowed deeply to Honored Ma'am, "Absolutely not Honored Ma'am! This Sun Ji simply wishes to be the best servant to you as one can be!" Sun Ji quickly altered his assessment of Honored Ma'am. She was surprisingly insightful for a child. Truly, the child of that woman wasn't to be taken so lightly.

She crossed her arms and leaned on the counter, "Pfft. And that's only because of my mom or something, isn't it." Sun Ji revised his internal assessment of her intuition once more. Even over three months, that level of insight had to be supernatural. Likely some sort of Art or Exercise from the girl's mother. Honored Ma'am opened a jar of candied fruit and took one for herself. It wasn't some sort of corruption, it was definitely going to come out of her pay check. She spoke with her mouth still full, and Sun Ji politely looked away as she flung her arms in the air. "Gah! I've no idea what to do with you."

Sun Ji thought about the trajectory of this conversation, and decided to deflect. "Hopefully ma'am will not see this as impetuous, but to reach the First Heavenstage at seventeen years of age is truly commendable. It speaks to a commitment most mortals could never make!" He bowed to the girl who had taken the same steps as he. "Those on the path of cultivation Sacrifice much. This one honors all cultivators for their service, but especially those willing to commit to such while still so young."

When ma'am didn't respond for many seconds, Sun Ji decided to look up as surreptitiously as possible. He saw a complicated series of emotions warring across the woman's face, as she seemingly tried to unpack how she felt about such a declaration.

After another few seconds of silence, Sun Ji determined that the conversation had wrapped up well. He turned and began restocking the Scorpion Treats. Tomorrow was another sunset, and so long as he continued to respect Ma'am properly the days of cultivation would proceed smoothly. He hummed tunelessly as he arranged the piles. She was a good young woman, all things considered. It was easy to dismiss her as a child, but she'd taken the first step on the path of cultivation same as he. That was worthy of respect.

Even if she was immature in other aspects.

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That Sun Ji started humming as he began restocking his Display Array. Honestly, what a menace that man was.

Hong Xiao chewed the candied fruit she'd grabbed all the harder as he began replacing partially melted screws with ones from the new boxes. Such tiny busy work, when he could be cultivating! By all accounts, a cultivation-addict like him should've been driven to wit's end by that kind of nonsense!

And yet here they were, three months later, and Hong Xiao could tell he'd been accruing power faster than her even though she'd started trying by the second month! She grumpily blew a strand of her lovely black hair out of her face. All that fluster and embarrassment that man had shown in the first few days had practically disappeared, and now the best she could get out of him was a mixture of fear and awe related to her mother every so often. Even when she'd worn her sleeveless gown meant for high society gigs!

She turned her Eyes of Desire on him once again, and once again they gave the same simplistic feedback. "Desire to serve" "Desire to honor" "Desire of Approval". She pursed her lips and sucked on her candied fruit. Eyes of Desire was a lesser form of her Mother's Art, but they were usable in many more situations and had made shopkeeping a cinch. Match the customer to the surface level desires they came in for, and bam. Instant profit.

Of course, some customers were more disciplined than others. For the older merchants, and all of the cultivator merchants, Eyes of Desire only gave the simplest of generic feedback. Things that could be observed through mundane means, given enough time. The Art only shortened the amount of observation time required to figure it out, rather than giving details they wouldn't otherwise reveal. The amount of information she'd gotten on that first day was so precise, that the current mental defenses could only possibly be the result of mental discipline. Perhaps he'd picked something up from the Sect after his disastrous first day here? Perhaps her continuous mental probing had been giving him a trial to cultivate against? Grrr.

She bit down on the fruit and the sweet sugary taste of strawberry flooded her mouth. If mental probing, hard labor and unreasonable demands were things he could handle. Perhaps she needed to change things up.

She folded up the cultivation exercise manual she'd slowly been working through, and stored it in her lockbox behind the counter. She walked out from behind it and approached Sun Ji. "Hey, Sun Ji" she tapped his shoulder. She took a breath in, and then out; making sure to exhale as much strawberry breath as she could in his direction.

He smiled and turned, only to freeze when the smell hit him. Hong Xiao smiled and used Eyes of Desire on him, a combo attack! Something to remind him of that time he'd been fully out of control, followed up with a strike! Unfortunately, he seemed much more in control than back then. However, she did get one piece of feedback that wasn't normally there.

"Desire to be Free"

He quickly took a step back and bowed. "Ma'am. Is there something this one can do for you?"

She threw another Eyes of Desire at him, and got the same "Desire to serve" "Desire to honor" and "Desire of Approval" she normally got. Was that why her mom was so mischievous? Because it was easier for her Arts to work on the surprised or unsettled? Something in her cultivation clicked into place, and she felt the Second Heavenstage wouldn't stay out of reach for more than a week. On some level she'd always known her mom's cultivation style was a hands on one, but apparently it worked best when there was a worthy opponent.

She smiled at him. "Oh, not right now, no." The corners of her lips quirked up like her mom's did, Mischievous Crescents her dad called them.
"But I've got some fun new ideas to try, soon enough."

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Good Seeds are actually Nascent potentials, as without any extra lifespan extension, as long as they survive, they can theoretically hit Early Nascent just fine. This continues to be the case up to Late, after which you need to seek treasures or simply be lucky to have a shot at the Great Circle, indicating that the Great Circle is beyond the base potential of a Good Seed and requires fortune to outstrip.

(Or, if you had the ability, you'd have taken the 12th Heavenstage to boost your cultivation speed to make that possible without any extra shenanigans. Bear in mind that the Twelfth Heavenstage isn't actually easy in story, so this isn't as obvious as it seems.)

Presumably such a good seed who wanted to maximise their chances of making it to the Great Circle of Nascent Soul would also want to get Twin Souled, although that's a lot harder harder, as you need an extra two hundred years of life extension.

That assumes that twin souled increases your Cultivation speed in Nascent Soul as you're cultivating with two souls at once, rather than just increasing strength, although that's probably also desirable to be strong enough to survive Nascent combat.
 
So here's an interesting thought or two...

- The argument has been made that it's simply not possible to advance too far without breaking the reality we live in - or any of the baby turtles, really. I'm willing to accept that as given for now, at least in the general sense. The particulars of exactly how damaging each step is don't matter as much.

- The Great Turtle had a plan. It ate every single semi-adult turtle on its back and killed itself in order to try to protect the birthing sea containing the last few. That means that it valued those last few - that it thought that by its sacrifice, it could let them live in some meaningful way. By extension, it had a plan by which those, the youngest of its children, would eventually be able to grow up to be full self-sustaining adult turtles in their own right, able to head out into the wider universe. The path to turtle ascension, at least, exists.

- The Sea-Conquering Army, at the end, also had a plan, in the form of The Will Opposing. Somehow, the Will Opposing, if it succeeds, can hijack the few turtles that remain in a meaningful way, and turn them to the service of humanity. My read is that eventually, this results in humanity being able to create world-cultivators of their own, starting from the now-domesticated turtle worlds. (...in much the way that most of the human cultivators of turtle-word are now effectively domesticated by Heaven).

Thus, the real fight that we have to win isn't "Cultivate up to target absurdly high degree of cultivation". It's "Hang on long enough and strong enough to allow the Will Opposing to finish ensnaring and binding and turning the Will of Heaven".
 
So here's an interesting thought or two...

- The argument has been made that it's simply not possible to advance too far without breaking the reality we live in - or any of the baby turtles, really. I'm willing to accept that as given for now, at least in the general sense. The particulars of exactly how damaging each step is don't matter as much.

- The Great Turtle had a plan. It ate every single semi-adult turtle on its back and killed itself in order to try to protect the birthing sea containing the last few. That means that it valued those last few - that it thought that by its sacrifice, it could let them live in some meaningful way. By extension, it had a plan by which those, the youngest of its children, would eventually be able to grow up to be full self-sustaining adult turtles in their own right, able to head out into the wider universe. The path to turtle ascension, at least, exists.

- The Sea-Conquering Army, at the end, also had a plan, in the form of The Will Opposing. Somehow, the Will Opposing, if it succeeds, can hijack the few turtles that remain in a meaningful way, and turn them to the service of humanity. My read is that eventually, this results in humanity being able to create world-cultivators of their own, starting from the now-domesticated turtle worlds. (...in much the way that most of the human cultivators of turtle-word are now effectively domesticated by Heaven).

Thus, the real fight that we have to win isn't "Cultivate up to target absurdly high degree of cultivation". It's "Hang on long enough and strong enough to allow the Will Opposing to finish ensnaring and binding and turning the Will of Heaven".

This would suggest getting someone to act as a successor for Manuel's Dao in being super-receptive to the Shadow is going to be a crucial aspect of 'winning the peace' if you will. Blood upgrades like Silver and figuring out how to spread the Ascension Blood boost to higher tiers will also be of importance. This would suggest the Cloud Demon Caves and perhaps the Shadow Key are our best bets for true victory.
 
This would also suggest it's possible to complete the SCAs victory and defeat heaven in the quest time frame. Which, considering that all of this is happening with Nascent Soul as the highest power tier available, is a bit unlikely.
 
This would also suggest it's possible to complete the SCAs victory and defeat heaven in the quest time frame. Which, considering that all of this is happening with Nascent Soul as the highest power tier available, is a bit unlikely.
I wouldn't say that.

I think it might be possible to largely set the stage for victory in this sea within the quest's time frame... but other seas have more qi, and thus stronger Heavens. They also have their mutant broken juiced-up turtle-worshipping version of Law Creation, and pretty much all of those guys are standing by to visit the Will of the Heavens on whoever. I think it's going to be a long and uncertain path to get from where we are to that final victory. I just think that it's possible to achieve that without having the break out of the reality of Turtle World in order to do it.
 
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