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

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Year 1 - Breaking Through!
Seven High-Grade Spirit Stones.

Manuel sighed. This was a fortune by any measure. Normally wasting wealth like this would be a calamity for the Clan. Indeed, until last year he was happy with his lifespan, assuming he might reach mid Nascent Soul by the end of his life. With his talent, why waste wealth on him? No, he was better used serving as an adviser, and as a useful assistant to the true Archegetes, a duty he had fulfilled with pleasure. Sometimes he even served as Clan Head while old Alexios was away, administering this and that, seeking to wound or cripple their enemies, slowing down the constant fall of the Golden Devil Clan.

Work he had enjoyed for the last seven hundred years or so. Of course, when he he had risen to Nascent Soul, there had been three elders, and the territory held had still included some of the mountains, as well as much more of the desert. The Battle Blood Cannibal Sect had been far weaker then, and his tasks had mostly been to serve as a useful backup, a failsafe option to assist other Nascent Souls in escaping from dangerous encounters, or serving as a Dao Protector for more valuable juniors.

He chuckled wryly. Last year, the Hundred-Year Trials came to them once again. Everyone knew the rules. Qi Gathering against Qi Gathering, Foundation Building against Foundation Building, Core Formation against Core Formation. Numbers and traps didn't matter, but try and act against those in a realm below yours... Elder Alexios hadn't cared, driven by fear to save his dying grandson.

An amulet flashed. Manuel had been there to watch over him, to assist Alexios in escaping. He didn't even see the attack that took Alexios's life. He had been Manuel's master when Manuel began the path of cultivation. His confidante and over time best friend, for nearly fifteen hundred years.

Now Alexios was dead.

Manuel focused harder. Breaking through was easy enough. He could have done it a century ago, but the increase in resource consumption had not been justified. Now, with Alexios dead and the other Sects and Clans on their doorstep... He was risking backlash, doing this so quickly.

He smiled, and waved a hand. A complex formation arose, channeling the spirit energy into him more efficiently. It would drain the Clan reserves, but it would be worth it. Without a mid stage Nascent Soul, they would fall too fast, too soon.

It was a mere two years later that he stepped through. A small crackle of Heaven's lightning, reminding him of the eternal threat that Heaven presented. An angry thundercloud leaving, Heaven unable to act at this moment. His strength rose, and he was satisfied.

He had neglected the Clan for some time, but it was worth it. They were... well, not safe. But at least safe in this moment, the danger had been pushed back. Moss had grown on him while he cultivated, the green patina of his skin covered by an even greener moss. As he stood and shook, the moss fell off, clumps littering the ground.

His secluded cultivation had ended. Now was the time to act.

He stepped into the air, ascending up into the sky as another man might climb stairs. He looked over the core of the clan, the ancient buildings forged from desert sand and Spirit Clay, and towards an unassuming building. Small, squat, and grey, the runic arrays carved on it were invisible to the naked eye, even for a cultivator of his level. Yet he knew the arrays there were carved thousands of times in impossibly small script, serving as the core of the Clan's defenses.

This was the Clan Hall - as outsiders would call it. In older terms, it was the Optimatoi Koinon.

He flew over, ensuring his speed did not trigger any automatic defenses. When he had set them up, others had argued to make the defenses contingent on a token or a bloodline detection, ensuring that clan members would not be attacked. Manuel had disagreed. Better to have a hundred traps built in that only Clan members would know about, so those faking the tokens or using methods to falsify the Blood of Bronze would still be caught.

He felt he had been justified in this, catching seventeen infiltrators in a mere three hundred years.

As he set down, he felt the pressure of the Bronze Purity Array in the doorway on him, pushing down, savaging those without the true bloodline. His bloodline was strong enough, though, and it was mere pressure, not death. He walked through.

The Five Elders of the Clan stood there, having felt his breakthrough and immediately gathering. Good.

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So. There are basically three Mechanics in this quest.

(1) Choices. Your Clan Council will ask you to make a call on something. Mostly they won't do this - they're competent enough to handle things on their own, but sometimes they will. You'll see 0-2 of these per turn, on average. They're usually pretty straight-up binary choices.

(2) Focuses. You choose in general what the Clan should focus on for the next 20 years. Building up for war? Training new disciples? Carving more arrays? More trade? Focuses don't prevent you from doing everything else, it's more 'here's the one thing we should really get done'. Focuses are mainly mediated by your personal skill levels and specialities.

(3) Actions. What you, personally, do. Usually mediated by skills, but often by Cultivation level - especially when it comes to combat. You can always Write In Actions. In fact, writing in more complex and well-thought out Actions will positively increase your chances of success.

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He looked them over.

"Report. I must know where we stand."

First was Euphrosyne Sarantapechos, a Late Core Formation Elder. She was Stratopedarches, or in more common terms, the Elder of Administration. To her fell the duties of managing mines, herbs, cities, camps - all manner of resources flowed through her hands. You followed her around for five years sixty years ago, constantly stalking her to ensure there was no corruption. You doubt she identified you, and in that time her administrative skills were both excellent and without corruption.

"Archegetes, congratulations on breaking through to mid Nascent Soul. This has alleviated some of my worries. We have ten full years of income saved - in part this is due to being able to recover wealth from the Hundred-Year Trials even as we lost so many. Our mines are in good order, and our vassals seem content. More tribute could be levied without too much grumbling now you have broken through - if you wish it, we can send missives to our various vassals and territorial allies announcing your breakthrough, inviting them to a celebration. Such a thing would invariably invite significant gifts."

[ ] Hold Party - Invite your vassals and territorial allies to a celebration of your breakthrough. This demonstrates your power and will invite major gifts as various powers in your territory jockey for your favour. It will cause some minor discontent, though, and take up a few months of valuable cultivating time.

[ ] Don't

Second was Kleisthenes Sarantapechos, a Mid Core Formation Elder. Euphrosyne's twin sister, though less talented in cultivation. She cultivated a rare Yang attribute technique, and went by a male name, and wore a male body to aid in her cultivation. For her, if she had not cultivated her Yang technique - she never would have risen into Core Formation. Such a thing was uncommon among your Clan, but not unknown. She was not prideful, and did not demand to be called Fairy, but those juniors foolish enough to call her a man had often found themselves given latrine cleaning missions for a few years until they learned to respect the Clan Elders. She is the Hetaireiarches, or in common terms, the Elder of Diplomacy. To her fell the duties of managing external powers and other Nascent Souls. She often complained about her lack of talent, and you were reasonable friends, having some commonality on this issue.

"Archegetes, I share my sister's congratulations. My current issue is that of negotiating trade agreements with the Jingshen Clan, as well as encroachments on our territory by the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect. The various mountain powers have remained quiet for the time being."

Third was Nikephoros Theophylaktos, a Great Circle Core Formation Elder. He is a simple man to all appearances, speaking little. He is the Parakoimomenos, or in common terms, the Elder of Intrigue. You had trained him personally, and found his skills acceptable. Previously you held his position, so he is admittedly new to the task, though he had been your assistant for almost a century. To him falls the duties of espionage, sabotage, and assassination.

"Archegetes. Nothing of major importance for the time being. Of minor importance - The Battle Blood Cannibal Sect has dedicated more forces to subduing the Oasis Rebels. Jingshen Jian, the third son of Old Jingshen in is conflict with his eldest brother. Hong Xuan Clan's Sacred Sparrow was killed. Peng Kingdom's Third Prince killed his father and ascended the throne. He has kept to our injunctions on the treatment of mortals so far."

Fourth came Staurakios Palaiologos, a Late Core Formation Elder. He is Chartoularios Tou Kanikleiou, or in simpler terms, the Master of Disciples. He picks out good seeds, gives training and assistance, and manages the core of the Clan Contribution Board for Qi Condensation and Foundation Building disciples in times of peace.

"Archegetes. I am training new disciples, but it will take time. Current estimations - if our income does not waver we should be able to regain approximately nine-tenths of our previous strength before the next Hundred-Year Trials. This is admittedly worse than normal, but the loss of the previous Elder has done us grievous damage."

Lastly was Ioannes Vatatzes, your second Great Circle Core Formation Elder. He is Protostrator, leader of your armies. When the time comes to gather up into formations and strike at enemies, or defend your cities, it is he who organises them, leads them, and manages the Clan Contribution Board to ensure the correct tasks get done. He is completely bald, with a beard down to his green-tinged waist. He is very vain about his beard, though, and regularly cleanses off the patina to ensure it is bright and bronzed.

"Archegetes. Our losses in the past Trial were grievous. We are in no shape for an offensive war in the next twenty years. I estimate it will be between forty and sixty years before we can entertain major incursions on enemy territory, unless we focus on our warmaking abilities specifically."

You click your tongue and think.

What should the Clan focus on?

[ ] Building Bridges (Write-in target) - You should make more allies. Choose a target on the map and aim to have their relations with you increased. Give gifts, exchange assistance, aim for strategic marriages.

[ ] Intrigue (Write-in target) - You should learn about another clan entirely. Spend Spirit Stones like water in the plains and find out everything you can. Strengths. Weaknesses, places to strike, rebels, and so on and so forth.

[ ] Increasing Wealth - More trade, more mines, more growth. Aim to find more Spirit Stones, tax more from traders, whatever works to increase your Clan Wealth.

[ ] Training Soldiers - Raising Disciples to higher Realms is all well and good, but training them to be perfect members of Formations is better. Ensure your Clan is trained and ready for war. Your readiness to go to war will increase significantly, though this fades over time.

[ ] Raising Disciples - You need more cultivators. Spend wealth to raise more and more disciples to higher Realms.

[ ] Raiding (Write-in target) - Better to weaken an enemy. Send teams of cultivators to go raid an enemy for resources and to kill them where possible. Minor conflicts, with minor rewards. This will worsen your relations, of course.

[ ] Write-in

What will you do?

[ ] Tour Your Vassals and Allies - Why not? Spend a little time in each vassal, each ally. Ensure they feel your strength. A little dangerous, but with your arrays watching over you, you should be fine. Increases your relations.

[ ] Hunt for a Disciple - Look for someone to personally raise. While time-consuming and expensive, a Disciple you have personally raised is one of the most trustworthy people imaginable.

[ ] Grand Theft Spirit Stones (Write-in) - Choose a faction, and use your Nascent Soul strength to simply sneak in and steal a large quantity of resources. A little underhanded and shameful, but what do you care for the views of the Righteous Path? Increases wealth.

[ ] Lecturing - You can simply lecture your many juniors on cultivation. Spend your time helping them grow, using less resources and ensuring better growth for the Clan.

[ ] Write-in
 
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Year 5 - The Grand Tour
(This was meant to be a party, but ended up being a tour. I realised my mistake 1,500 words in, and figured, hey, I'll just bear with it. Assume Manuel overrode the party and decided to tour instead.)

Manuel grinned.

Not in sight of others, of course.

For all he loved trickery and a good prank on his friends, it was better to be the impossibly deep old monster here. He had decided to go around the vassals clockwise, spending some time meeting each potentate, leader, Emperor, Clan head, Patriarch and broadly anyone of power in their own territory.

He had come alone, as befitted the message.

In other times, he would take a grand entourage, many good juniors and Core Formation cultivators to show off the strength of the Clan.

This was different. No weaknesses were possible, no possible minor losses in exchanging pointers, no friendly jostling for position. That would all happen later, and others would deal with the matter.

His message was far simpler.

"We have a mid Nascent Soul cultivator. You do not."

Oh, it was cloaked in pleasantries, and when he reached Shen Kingdom their early Core Formation King begged him to slay a bandit who had reached the same realm through the misuse of Blood Path. Old Shen knew he'd be paying more tribute for this visit, and he intended to get his money's worth. Still. Tens of thousands of mortals dead. He sighed. Shen Kingdom would bear further watching, King Shen Ya was an incompetent for all his strength - suppressing those who followed Blood Path on the back of innocents was a key law of the Clan.

Two days later he had simply flown over, unveiling his cultivation in the sky for all to see. Old Liver Eater, as they called him, was holed up in a mountain fortress with another thousand or so rebel cultivators. He hadn't bothered fighting seriously - the point was to ensure all knew of the strength of the Golden Devil Clan, and that the notion of disobedience was simply impossible. In a real fight he would have killed Old Liver Eater before the other man even saw him.

He yanked with a hand, and clawed the man out into the sky, holding him up with a line of invisible force. In the other hand he held a jewelled spear. His Grand Projection Spear was a useless weapon against Nascent Souls, but it could project an image and sound for hundreds of li around where it was. He had used it to ambush a Nascent Soul during a Blood Cannibal incursion two centuries ago, wounding a man a full small realm above him.

"Shen Kingdom."

His voice was calm, implacable. He felt the darkness of the universe run through him. The certain notion that there was a shadow to the Heavens, an authority that could be its equal. An authority he channeled, his voice sounding all the world like the decree of Fate itself.

"This man, Old Liver Eater has rebelled against a Golden Devil Clan ally."

Old Liver Eater started to choke, blood streaming out of his eyes and nose.

Manuel frowned. He hadn't intended to kill the man so quickly. Better reign in his aura.

"Any who defy the laws of the Clan face death. He has slaughtered mortals, a crime. He has consumed cultivators under our protection, a crime. He has rebelled against our ally, a crime. The sentence is death."

Now. How to impress?

Well, if Liver Eater loved blood arts so much...

Manuel focused on the air around Liver Eater. He wasn't an air cultivator, but applying pressure to a disabled cultivator was a fairly simple task for a Nascent Soul. The pressure grew, and grew. Blood flowed out of Liver Eater's mouth, eyes, nose, and ears, and then-

Pop.

His whole body exploded, like a balloon of blood.

Manuel hadn't even touched him.

A touch melodramatic, he thought, but people loved that sort of thing. Those who were clever enough to record it on a jade slip would be selling copies of those slips for decades - if not centuries - to come, which would help retain control in Shen Kingdom.

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A day later, he sat in Shen City Palace, enjoying a fine meal.

"King Shen-"

The sweating king interrupted.

"Please, Elder Manuel, call me Little Ya. You are my benefactor!"

Manuel smiled.

"Of course not. How could I impose on a noble ruler such as yourself?"

Another bead of sweat ran down the portly king's face. He had grown a beard, and dyed it yellow in imitation of the Golden Devil Clan. Probably, Manuel thought, as soon as he heard that Manuel was coming.

"No, no. If you won't accept calling me Little Ya, please, accept these great gifts so that I do not lose face by sitting with you as an equal?"

Manuel was familiar with this particularly annoying song-and-dance.

"No, King Shen! I came bearing gifts. How could one such as I accept gifts from a junior. Wouldn't I just be bullying you?"

King Shen shook his head.

"Please, it is my honour. I will tell my children, and their children's children of this visit. How can I tell such a tale and admit I was a miser who gave no gift? Do not shame me in front of my children, I beg you. Leave me some face!"

This went on, to Manuel's count, for another fifteen minutes. Tiresome. But necessary.

Eventually he accepted the gifts, placing them in his Soul Aperture. About sixty years of savings for King Shen. Three times what he expected, but the king knew he was at risk. Failing to suppress such a bandit might see him overthrown by a more righteous bandit the Clan approved of, and Shen Kingdom had only been Shen Kingdom for a short five hundred years.

The other kingdoms in the north were similar. Peng Kingdom needed a princess cured. Manuel was no doctor, but in the end it was simply a matter of poor Qi circulation, a matter he had lectured on for centuries. Twelve City Alliance needed conflicts mediated. He mediated fairly, but made it clear he expected larger gifts for doing so no matter who he found for. The Divided Mortal Kingdoms were undergoing a major war, and six of the thirty-two kings were turning to Blood Path to help supplement their forces. Only Foundation Building cultivators, but still.

He took two days to kill them publicly, appointed new kings, and in return for a slip to shatter to request aid for the first fifty years of their reign, took most of their resource stockpiles.

The Simmering Soup Sect was a brief visit, and they renewed a slightly larger payment. They were a major power in the region, and Manuel didn't want to push them too much. They had caught a Dao-Core Viper, though, and had made soup from it. It was an excellent soup, capable of increasing poison resistance to those who drank it permanently. He would save it in storage until new Elders were eventually promoted - poison path was too dangerous to Core Formation cultivators, ensuring they had some resistance was an important task.

Hua Empire and Xin Kingdom were at war. Manuel mediated the conflict, allowing a series of duels to determine the next 100 years of ownership over a Spirit Stone mine. This was more favourable to Hua Empire, but Xin Kingdom had seen three Blood Path rebels in the last century - he suspected King Xin Fe needed to be removed. Of course, such mediation came at a cost, and most of those proceeds from the mine for twenty years went as tribute to the Golden Devil Clan.

It wasn't until he returned to Hong Xuan Clan that the unexpected happened.

An Early Nascent Soul from the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect had crossed into Hong Xuan Clan - normally this would be difficult to detect, and a city might be lost. It was sheer fortune - the kind that made Manuel suspicious - that saw him here, now. He was dressed in rags, covered in scratches, and clearly trying to sneak into Hong Xuan territory.

No Core Formation allies. No Foundation Building juniors.

Hmmmm.

To him, that spoke of problems in the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect. Disunity between their Nascent Souls, assuredly.

The man moved along the ground, creeping from place to place, lowering his cultivation.

He hadn't noticed Manuel.

Manuel thought about this, considering his options. The best move would be to force the man to activate any lifesaving talismans or artifacts he had, making him vulnerable and unwilling to come out. Wounding was probable, crippling possible. Killing? Almost certainly not.

But...

The man was radiating a Foundation Building level. Perfect.

Manuel tapped a small glass spear on a necklace around his neck. Once. Twice. Three times.

Enough power to kill a Core Formation cultivator. It'd weaken the array for a few years, but opportunities like this came up so very rarely.

A few minutes later, a massive glass spear came shooting across the sky, headed for the man directly. It aimed at him. The man looked up, and saw the sheer power of the spear.

Manuel drew his meat cleaver. Others used grand Dao of the Sword or Spear. He had a hundred artifacts, pills, poisons, tags and formation flags, all usable in the right situation. In open combat he had never been exceptional, but this was his element. The Bone Hacking Cleaver was a fairly weak weapon, but once it hit a limb it cut it off. Every time. Easy to block, but if you didn't know it was coming...

The spear flew towards the man. He sneered, and flared his Nascent Soul, pulling a sword out of nowhere to deflect it from. It was only for a breath of time, but that was enough. Manuel leapt at the man, and struck at his left leg with the Bone Hacking Cleaver.

Snicker-snack.

The leg went off as the spear was deflected.

The man screamed, and rose up into the air, looking around. He saw Manuel.

"Who are you? Seeking death?!"

Manuel smiled. Thin lips, stretched taut. Shoulders forward. Always confident, always inviolable. Invincible. Unfathomable. He only had one more trick for this battle, but it would hopefully be a useful one.

He flared his own cultivation to early Nascent Soul level.

"Elder Nikephoros Theophylaktos, Golden Devil Clan. What are you doing here, Cannibal scum?"

The man seethed visibly.

"Blood Elder Child Corpse Gulper. I'll kill you for this insult. I'll kill you, then these mortals, too."

He charged at Manuel. The second trick, he thought, was even better. The Certain Death Corpse Dagger. Used on those with a lower cultivation realm, it convinced them the attack coming at them was deadly, and would kill them if it hit. Of course, it was just an ordinary Spirit Dagger otherwise. He'd got it when he was in Qi Gathering, and had reinforced it several times.

As the dagger evaded the man's sword, Manuel moved so that they would exchange blows. A sword-blow for a dagger-strike.

If the man accepted this exchange, he'd be much the worse for wear. But if he didn't-

Corpse Gulper flinched, and a magical orb rose up and shattered, blocking the dagger-blow. As it did, a great magical doorway opened behind him inside a giant frog's mouth, a massive red tongue wrapping around Corpse Gulper and whisking him away.

"Two life-saving treasures and a leg."

Manuel grinned openly.

This had been a very lucky day.

Hong Xuan Clan of course offered great tribute - taking a Nascent Soul limb was no easy feat. Manuel even left them the little toe to display in their Clan Hall. A little foolish, but their pride in having the toe would remind them of the Golden Devil Clan's power every time they walked into the centre of their strength. Certainly a worthwhile trade.
 
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Year 11 - The Oasis Mission
(Note: My hand is playing up, so I dictated this in Google Docs. If you see any weird grammar or word placement, or the writing is clunkier than last post, that's why.)

Manuel let out a sigh. It was admittedly tiresome, waiting to see what results the mission to the Oasis Rebels had come back with.

The rebels in the Oasis had been fighting the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect for some time. The demands of the Cannibal Sect had grown too large - if death was the result of obedience, one would soon find their subjects in rebellion. It had been the notion of Manuel to send in some cultivators to assist them. Not in direct combat of course, But rather a group of excellent operatives who would be able to assist in funnelling resources to the rebels, and providing them with notions of where to strike. By causing the Oasis Rebels to become more difficult for the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect to subdue, it would open up new opportunities against the Battle Blood Cannibal Sect, and would take pressure off the defences of the Golden Devil Clan.

While he waited, he sat back thinking about the lectures he had given over the last few years. Lecturing on cultivation had always been interesting to him. When he was dealing with Qi Condensation juniors, it was easiest of all.

Dealing with Foundation Building Realm cultivators was significantly more difficult in a number of ways. Firstly, you needed to account for the Dao. Giving lectures that were in opposition to a given cultivator's Dao could potentially ruin their prospects. This meant each lecture needed to take into account every single cultivator one was dealing with, and fit at least one of their Dao Pillars each. Not impossible, but very difficult.

Core Formation cultivators were incredibly hard to deal with, as they dealt with but a single Dao, and letting them stray from the path could be deadly, to both their cultivation and their life. If you lectured to Core Formation juniors, it was one at a time.

Qi Condensation juniors on the other hand were following a path that was already well-trod, aiming to perfect their bodies so that they might form a Dao Pillar. This meant he only needed to lead them in the right direction, understanding their troubles and offering hints that would let them explore further.

He remembered the first lecture he had given. It had been an enjoyable time for him, using his spiritual sense to scout out the meridians of his new students, giving them a small snippet of information each that might help lead them a little further down the path of cultivation.

It wasn't until the fifth lecture that he started having fun. He smiled, remembering that entertaining scene. Turning himself into a sparrow was not a technique he used often - being pointless in combat and easily detected by any cultivator in Core Formation Realm or above. It was, however an excellent way to teach students to question their surroundings.

For three hours he played a cat and mouse game with them, guiding them through the nearby forest in order to ambush them all one by one.The point had been considerably different to what the students expected. Not some esoteric lesson about how to spot Spirit Beasts. Nor to understand how ambushes were set up, or how to survive in a forest. Rather, he had let them into the forest to give them a single jade slip that had been written almost specifically for them. Not a cultivation technique, but a single word that would both encapsulate their current difficulty, and give them a hint to help them advance.

Four hundred disciples had come to that lecture. It had taken him almost a week to write all the jade slips, using his Soul to investigate and understand their troubles. But each single word, he estimated, would add six or seven months to that disciple's cultivation progress.

As much as he had enjoyed it, the point was not to simply impress his juniors. Rather, it was to show them the value of Contribution Points. Contribute, act ever in the interests of the Clan and you shall be rewarded. Some disciples had gotten points by scrubbing dishes, or chopping wood and carrying water. Not things older disciples would be rewarded for, or even be expected to do. No, this was setting a precedent. For those disciples who had worked hard and completed boring, mind-numbing tasks to demonstrate their value to the clan, they would get a scrap of attention from a Nascent Soul Elder.

Manuel did not think he was prideful when he considered his time the single most valuable asset of the clan. He could not do one-tenth of what was needed of him, and this too, taught a lesson. Your elders can help you so much - that they do not do so, surely they have a reason? To inculcate a sense of trust in the elders as well, that they were competent and caring enough to look after the interests of their juniors.

He let himself have a quiet moment, enjoying the serenity of his surroundings and thinking about helping his juniors.

It was at this moment a messenger arrived shouting, desperately for his attention.

"The Oasis Rebels! Elder, the- the Oasis Rebels, the-."

The man was holding a jade slip. Manuel took it from him, and sent his spiritual sense inside, to seek the images within. What was there horrified him - he had not expected this. He had known the possible consequences for failure, of course, but such a team should have been able to escape anyone below Nascent Soul.

He looked over the group. They were all there. One Core Formation Elder, leading 25 Foundation Building juniors. A team sufficient to offer some serious assistance to the Oasis Rebels, and if that failed - at the very least to escape.

They were being tortured to death. Some impaled on spikes, some having their entrails torn out with pokers. Other manners of horrors invaded his mind. Manuel frowned, and blinked. He had seen worse, but it was discomfiting. He had, after all, sent them to their deaths.

A man waved from the video inside the jade slip.

Child Corpse Gulper.

Still missing his leg, still with an twisted expression of fury on his face.

"Elder Nikephoros Theophylaktos. I believe one of these is yours."

Child Corpse Gulper smiled, and tore a large chunk out of a whimpering man's leg with his teeth.

"Ioannes Theophylaktos, no?"

Manuel winced. Nikephoros's beloved nephew - Nikephoros had fought to get him assigned to this mission, aiming to have a beloved family member accomplish something great. He would need to watch Nikephoros over the next few months, to ensure this didn't weaken his Dao-Heart too badly. Another task. Never enough time.

Three days. Three full days of footage. Tortures that Manuel would have vomited from seeing had he been a youth again. He had seen worse than this, though. To some particularly vile Blood Path cultivators, he mused, he had done worse. Manuel watched it all, going over it all in detail watching it once, twice, three times.

If someone watching the outside they might have presumed he was doing it out of guilt. Manuel did not feel guilt over this. He had gambled with the precious lives under his command, and he had lost. This had happened before. It would happen again - more would die because of him. It was his hope that the lives would outweigh the deaths. He would have a reckoning in time, but he did not have the luxury of feeling guilt, of wallowing in his own emotions.

No, he watched this for one reason and one reason only.

Child Corpse Gulper was foolish enough to record three full days of him taking action. Three days of personal quirks, three days of movements, three days of small tells, little things the man did habitually. Three days of potential weaknesses to be ruthlessly exploited.

Of course watching it all only took Manuel a few minutes, his spiritual sense enough to allow him to watch this with incredible speed. One benefit, if you could call it that, of a Nascent Soul.

He did not relish the conversation Nikephoros and he would have later. Still…

A pang of guilt rose in his heart. He pushed it down, allowing himself not even a breath of time to feel sorry. There was no time to spend in useless guilt. Not for him.
 
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Year 19 - Ruminations on the Past
Google Docs fun: 'Rather, it came down to him sensing something peculiar in the heavens, the shadowy will that he had long followed casting not it's gays[.]com but rather a measure of protection upon these people.'

I'm not sure if it's the Australian accent, but 'gaze comma' gets me gays dot com every time with Google Docs. Just a fun tidbit when it comes to dictating.

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If you ask Manuel what the price of cultivation truly was he would tell you it was pain. The process of cultivation was not one that he - or anyone sane - enjoyed by any means. As a Nascent Soul, his cultivation method was simple. He simply drew the soul away from the body, constantly, achingly drawing the soul away from it's natural home. This is excruciating pain that never ends, for all but a few minutes of his days. He had long since left the need for sleep behind, and so cultivation was a torture one inflicted on oneself.

A light one, in Qi Condensation. In Foundation Building, a torture of self, the pain of understand who one truly is. In Core Formation, a torture of steadfastness, holding onto that truth of self no matter the cost to yourself, or even those you love. In Nascent Soul, one was back to pain again. Simple, unadulterated pain. For all it was maligned, he personally found it easier than the past two stages. Pain was a mere sensation, a punishment from the Heavens. If one did not have the will to bear it, how would you even condense a true Core?

He chuckled, and remembered once when he and Alexios had dealt with the question of what the pain was most like, seven or eight hundred years ago.

Alexios argued that it was more like having a fish hook superheated and dragged through one's guts. Manuel on the other hand had considered it to be more like a hot poker repeatedly stabbed into the stomach.

They had gotten drunk on some especially fine White Lotus Scorpion poison wine that night, and in their foolishness had decided to test this hypothesis out.

It has not made them popular with the Grand Elder the following morning - the blood and guts everywhere had earned them, well... they had needed Heavenly treasures used to restore their bodies, months of cultivation wasted, and several severe beatings from old Elder Constantine. Six months of cultivating in the stocks with their crimes of foolishness and wastefulness written in front of them for every cultivator to see. Still, it been a moment of levity in a life that it been seen constant decline on the part of the clan, constant loss of territory and what seemed like a never-ending fall into misery.

Manuel sighed deeply. He truly missed Alexios nowadays. Here, he had to make every decision himself, consider every single outcome, every means that could be used against him - every possible ending. It was Alexios who had been his back stop. Alexios had been a man who would constantly and always considered the possibilities more deeply and more wisely than Manuel, to allow Manuel to make more foolish, more aggressive choices that he could not make today.

Alexios had been a father, a teacher, and a best friend all rolled into one. And now he was dead.

Manuel knew that he was to have the clan continue to thrive, or at least survive that he must be the Alexios to some new... he shook his head, It was such a peculiar thought... some new version of himself.

Many in the clan were wondering why he paid so much attention to these new juniors entering the Qi Condensation stage. It was not that he had gained a particular new interest in teaching - he had long been a teacher, and known for his lectures. But rather it was a simple fact that he felt it. Some shadow of the Heavens, a spy in the darkness whispering its secrets to him. There needed to be new talents in the clan, new cultivators to rise, and if he did not find them then the clan would cease to be. The Heavens no longer bothered overmuch with the Golden Devils as they were all but finished.

He looked over the many reports on his desk. there were twenty new cultivators he had his eyes on. He had no particular methodology for choosing these, he had to admit. Rather, it came down to him sensing something peculiar in the heavens, the shadowy will that he had long followed casting not it's gaze but rather a measure of protection upon these people. Almost if they were in their own way veiled from the malignant will of Heaven itself, at least a little. He couldn't explain precisely why he thought that, or where this sense of resonance came from, exactly.

Still, it was his Dao and he would follow it to the end of the path. If these juniors were part of it...

He looked over one of the reports on the desk and his eyebrows raised. Impressive.

He let out a satisfied hmmph, and spoke quietly to himself.

'This junior is a good seed.'

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One thing about Manuel is that despite being a cunning old monster, he's also a decidedly lonely man. Bear in mind that the next oldest person in the Clan was born after his 500th birthday. He has no contemporaries, nobody to truly share his struggles with. One of his treasured memories with his best friend and teacher occurred before almost anyone in the Clan was born, and there might be only 1 or 2 people alive today who remember him being punished.
 
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Year 20 - Some of these juniors.... (GOOD SEED REPORT)
The reports were as followed.

(NB - These aren't inherent talent or luck when the report says 'poor talent, excellent talent, etc'. This is just the report on Manuel's desk describing what happened and ascribing reasons which may or may not be right. Also, I may have missed rewards or discussions - I'm still working out a system to make these easily accessible. My current thought is to have everyone put reward requests edited into their Good Seed Background/character sheet. If I have, let me know.)

Achille Adephos. Exceptional talent in cultivating. Reached the 8th Heavenstage in 20 years. Was sent to Shen Kingdom to assist in repairing Blood Path Detection Arrays, King Shen offered his eldest daughters hand in marriage after this helped catch and kill a Blood Path Foundation Building cultivator in the Great Circle. Advise we do not allow - an Adephos is worth more than a mere Shen.

Ambrus Nike. Excellent talent. Reached 6th Heavenstage. Just overcame his bottleneck in the 5th. Sent to Divided Mortal Kingdoms as part of bandit hunting crews. Managed to assist in killing a Qi Condensation Cultivator in the 5th Heavenstage while in the 4th. Recovered a Soul Waterskin, a magical drinking bag that had stored several souls, allowing him to more quickly advance his cultivation. In future, he will be able to store souls of his enemies in the Qi Condensation stage within it.

Aretaphila Myia. Great talent, peculiar luck. Reached the 4rd Heavenstage - was sent as part of a team to hunt minor bandits, practice teamwork. Ambushed and badly wounded by a Foundation Building bandit. Fled into an underwater grotto, finding a magical gong carved from bronze fish scales, along with a scroll of gong cultivation techniques. Still stuck at the 4th Heavenstage due to recovering from serious wounds, but should break through shortly.

Aurelia Xu. Ordinary talent. Broke through to the 4th Heavenstage a year ago, through her bottleneck. While on a mission to assist farmers in the core territories, found a magical ox-bone that can absorb three attacks from a Foundation Building enemy.

Cheilas Apion. Seemingly poor talent. Bottlenecked at the 3rd Heavenstage. Took on many spirit herb hunting missions - poor luck? Found nothing of interest.

Damien Silver. Ordinary progress, just broke through to the 4th Heavenstage. Fateful encounter with Old Bronze Hammer Ghost, a spirit of forging when assisting in the guarding of caravans. Gained a magical bronze sword that can parry the first blow in any combat.

Fierce Fang. Ordinary progress, just broke through to the 4th Heavenstage. Sent with Damien Silver to guard caravans. No fateful encounters or major events. Differing luck?

Hektor Sarantapechos. Truly excellent progress, as expected as the son of an Elder. 8th Heavenstage reached. Was sent out to assist a city beset by ghosts. A Blood Path cultivator ghost attacked him, and nearly killed him. His mother rushed out to save him, exorcising the Blood Path ghost. Badly wounded, will take years to recover.

Ilias Barallis - Sent to spy on Cannibal Sect after failure of first major mission. Cultivation progress almost non-existent due to what follows. Caught and tortured by Cannibal Sect for two years, escaped. Badly scarred, fell back to 1st Heavenstage. Investigation shows no use of Ilias to infiltrate the Clan. Managed to re-attain the 3rd Heavenstage.

Lin Fan - Remains at 4th Heavenstage, minor crippling has slowed progress drastically. Took on many bandit hunting missions. Facing an enemy he was ambushed and lost three fingers. Investigation shows use of Blood techniques - but only on acceptable targets.

Magnus Centenius - Attained 5th Heavenstage, bottlenecked. Took on a mission to assist a small mortal city beset by a non-magical plague. Managed to derive a cure of some sort.

Minervina Barda - Cultivation ordinary at best, reached 4th Heavenstage. Poison arts exceptional. Took mission to gather spirit herbs, and ambushed and killed a Foundation Building bandit who had killed three members of her four-person team. Bandit had a dimensional storage bag large enough to storage perhaps the contents of a small room. A truly Heavenly Treasure for a Qi Condensation Junior.

Ninth Prince - Utterly exceptional cultivation talent. The 'Prince from another Sea' lie we had simply accepted may have a grain of truth. Reached the 9th Heavenstage in a mere two decades, talent beyond any other junior we have seen thus far. Sent to defend a city from bandits. Against all possible odds, managed to frighten off a Core Formation Cannibal Sect elder who had been sent to raid and pillage the city. How? Rewarded with a small town of 5,000 mortals near a Qi Condensation Spirit Snake Pit to govern.

Peta Condos and Wajo. Truly great talent. Attained 7th Heavenstage. Spirit Bear was wounded in a dispute with merchants who refused to pay their toll and attacked the toll-collection crew she was assigned to.

Rina Callista. Peculiarities. Only reached 4th Heavenstage, would expect much more from her bloodline. Constant difficulties in cultivating, using many more resources than others for lesser results. Peculiarities in size and Qi? Not sure. One of the Callista Nascent Soul Wills awoke briefly seemingly solely due to an interest in her, and touched her - somehow impacted her bloodline. Bloodline has advanced exceptionally. Tin Tendon stage already. Seems implausible, almost impossible. Equal bloodline strength equal to your own when you broke through to Nascent Soul, Elder. Combat strength is closer to a cultivator in the 7th Heavenstage.

Telios Treces - Good talent. 6th Heavenstage reached. Has found and tamed a new Qi Condensation Spirit Beast in the 6th Heavenstage while hunting dangerous Beasts to protect mortals.

Tie Jin - Unlucky under Heaven. Only reached 2nd Heavenstage, constant backlashes when attempting cultivation. Trying to fuse Metal into his Bronze bloodline constantly, not working. Sent to hunt bandits - no notable encounters.

Xiao Yi - Poor cultivation progress. 3rd Heavenstage. Obsessed with fighting in formation, excellent leader. Possible future centurion? Led group of Qi Condensation cultivators into battle against rebellious Sandy Sect in Hua Empire, did not lose a single cultivator, held off Foundation Building expert long enough to ensure they all lived.

Yan - Decent progress. 5th Heavenstage. While adventuring in the Thousand Sand Caves, found a magical Drunken Spider Filament Cloak that can be used three times, gaining complete invisibility against anyone in Foundation Building or below for an hour.

Zhousi Dun - Ordinary progress. 4th Heavenstage. Took many missions to save villagers from disaster, a truly worthwhile seed who understands the Clan's ideals. Low rewards, but saved fifty children from the flooding of Zhoushou Dam in the Core Territories when it wiped out Zhou Village.
 
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Year 20 End - Council Meeting
There are basically three Mechanics in this quest.

(1) Choices. Your Clan Council will ask you to make a call on something. Mostly they won't do this - they're competent enough to handle things on their own, but sometimes they will. You'll see 0-2 of these per turn, on average. They're usually pretty straight-up binary choices.

(2) Focuses. You choose in general what the Clan should focus on for the next 20 years. Building up for war? Training new disciples? Carving more arrays? More trade? Focuses don't prevent you from doing everything else, it's more 'here's the one thing we should really get done'. Focuses are mainly mediated by your personal skill levels and specialities.

(3) Actions. What you, personally, do. Usually mediated by skills, but often by Cultivation level - especially when it comes to combat. You can always Write In Actions. In fact, writing in more complex and well-thought out Actions will positively increase your chances of success.

All voting is Plan Voting. Make a Plan if you want, or just vote on someone else's! You can vote on as many Plans as you like! Approval Voting, baby!

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There is a Voting Moriatorum for SIX HOURS after this post. Feel free to create plans, but votes for plans will not be counted until that time has passed.

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Manuel walked into the cramped clan headquarters. Around a table sat his Councillors, each a skilled and valuable piece on the gameboard. Each crucial to keeping the Clan alive that much longer.

Not one of them looked much older, though poor Nikephoros's aura still wavered in places. His Dao-Heart had been shaken by the death of his beloved nephew, and while he knew you acted for the good of the clan, Manuel could feel his anger at Manuel using his name to try and fool your enemies. His mind forgave Manuel, but his heart could not yet forgive Manuel - or himself.

"Report."

Manuel was curt and cold. These Elders were handpicked and required no coddling. He had no time for it, anyway.

First was Euphrosyne Sarantapechos, a Late Core Formation Elder. She was Stratopedarches, or in more common terms, the Elder of Administration. To her fell the duties of managing mines, herbs, cities, camps - all manner of resources flowed through her hands. In the last twenty years she had spent much time developing her personal Spirit Herb garden, until a Core Formation Bronze Slaughter Aurochs had eaten her Desert Rose Root fed by three Spirit Springs. She had been incredibly wrathful, and only your personal intervention had saved the hapless bull.

"Archegetes, congratulations on crippling Child Corpse Gulper. This has been a banner set of decades for us, and the Cannibal Sect are weakened substantially. Raids have been less successful than we had anticipated, and as such we have twenty full years of income saved, mostly from vassal tributes and payments increasing. We have enough saved that I feel comfortable considering increasing our cultivator numbers substantially, though increasing them to the maximum would mean a cessation in saving."

Second was Kleisthenes Sarantapechos, a Mid Core Formation Elder. Euphrosyne's twin sister, though less talented in cultivation. She cultivated a rare Yang attribute technique, and went by a male name, and wore a male body to aid in her cultivation. For her, if she had not cultivated her Yang technique - she never would have risen into Core Formation. Such a thing was uncommon among your Clan, but not unknown. She is the Hetaireiarches, or in common terms, the Elder of Diplomacy. To her fell the duties of managing external powers and other Nascent Souls. She often complained about her lack of talent, and you were reasonable friends. It was her aurochs that had eaten her sister's Rose Root - Kleisthenes uses the auroch blood to help cultivate her Yang element. They have been cold towards one another lately.

"Archegetes, I share my sister's congratulations. I am unsure as to why you have pickled Child Corpse Gulper's leg and are now using it as a club when in public, but I can only imagine you have your reasons. Talks with Jingshen Clan have yielded significant fruit. They are willing to commit to large-scale raids into Blood Cannibal territory, but will require a complete cessation of tolls for twenty years to do so. This could take pressure off us, or even allow us to commit to taking territory from the Blood Cannibals."

[ ] Agree with Proposal - Jingshen Clan will begin raiding Blood Cannibal Sect. You will gain no Wealth this turn.

[ ] Don't - Continue saving.


Third was Nikephoros Theophylaktos, a Great Circle Core Formation Elder. He is a simple man to all appearances, speaking little. He is the Parakoimomenos, or in common terms, the Elder of Intrigue. You had trained him personally, and found his skills acceptable. Previously you held his position, so he is admittedly new to the task, though he had been your assistant for almost a century. To him falls the duties of espionage, sabotage, and assassination. While he was your apprentice, you are currently somewhat estranged. His voice is cold and emotionless.

"Archegetes. The Oasis Rebels continue to resist, but only just. Unless we do something to take the pressure off them, they will fall within five years. Jingshen Clan has been trying to find a new way through Magic Oak Sect to trade through the mountains, but no success thus far. Child Corpse Gulper has disappeared, and I cannot find any traces of him. He may be dead, have left the region, or be in hiding. It is hard to say."

"Also, Abyssal Devil Bee Sect has executed a crippling, immense raid, killing Little Saber God, an Early Nascent Soul from Seven Divine Saber Palace, looting the Palace itself before being driven off. My sources indicate they have slaughtered perhaps fifty million mortals across five major sects in the last twenty years, and seem unstoppable to those in the Plains. Of course, their Devil Bees consume large amounts of Qi, so I don't anticipate any immediate raids. They are digesting their gains, but I suspect they may become a greater threat in the next forty years."

Fourth came Staurakios Palaiologos, a Late Core Formation Elder. He is Chartoularios Tou Kanikleiou, or in simpler terms, the Master of Disciples. He picks out good seeds, gives training and assistance, and manages the core of the Clan Contribution Board for Qi Condensation and Foundation Building disciples in times of peace. Lately, he has been complaining about the foolishness of all the new disciples, though you can tell he is happier than he has been in decades.

"Archegetes. Little to report. Numbers remain steadily growing somewhat."

Lastly was Ioannes Vatatzes, your second Great Circle Core Formation Elder. He is Protostrator, leader of your armies. When the time comes to gather up into formations and strike at enemies, or defend your cities, it is he who organises them, leads them, and manages the Clan Contribution Board to ensure the correct tasks get done. He is completely bald, with a beard down to his green-tinged waist. He is very vain about his beard, though, and regularly cleanses off the patina to ensure it is bright and bronzed. On an excursion to put down a large rebellion in Xin Kingdom, he was poisoned. He is now rapidly aging and will die within sixty years, a far cry from the 120 he had before. You have no-one to replace him, so you will need to dip into the Clan's limited reserve of Lifespan treasures to ensure you can at least train a replacement.

"Archegetes. We are in no shape for a full war, but I could countenance a raid in force to seize minor territories from the Blood Cannibals. It would be risky, however. We might be in shape for a full war in twenty years."

You hiss through your teeth and think.

What should the Clan focus on?

[ ] Building Bridges (Write-in target) - You should make more allies. Choose a target on the map and aim to have their relations with you increased. Give gifts, exchange assistance, aim for strategic marriages.

[ ] Intrigue (Write-in target) - You should learn about another clan entirely. Spend Spirit Stones like water in the plains and find out everything you can. Strengths. Weaknesses, places to strike, rebels, and so on and so forth.

[ ] Raiding (Write-in target) - Better to weaken an enemy. Send teams of cultivators to go raid an enemy for resources and to kill them where possible. Minor conflicts, with minor rewards. At best, you can seize minor territorial gains. This will worsen your relations, of course. Loses Cultivators. Usually gains Income or Wealth, or both.

[ ] Increasing Wealth - More trade, more mines, more growth. Aim to find more Spirit Stones, tax more from traders, whatever works to increase your Clan Wealth. Increases Savings. Very high rolls may increase Income.

[ ] Training Soldiers - Raising Disciples to higher Realms is all well and good, but training them to be perfect members of Formations is better. Ensure your Clan is trained and ready for war. Your readiness to go to war will increase significantly, though this fades over time. Minor costs.

[ ] Raising Disciples - You need more cultivators. Spend wealth to raise more and more disciples to higher Realms. Reduces Income, as you have more cultivators to upkeep. Probably the single biggest Action to increase Clan power.

[ ] Write-in

What will you do?

[ ] Hunt An Enemy (Write-In) - Why not? Hunt down enemies, see if you can kill someone. Usually used against an opposing Nascent Soul. Potentially very dangerous.

[ ] Weaken An Enemy (Write-In Faction) - Choose a faction, and use your Nascent Soul strength to simply sneak in and do damage. A little underhanded and shameful, but what do you care for the views of the Righteous Path? Potentially dangerous.

[ ] Assist A Faction (Write-in Faction) - Use your personal strength to assist an ally of some kind. Potentially dangerous.

[ ] Lecturing - You can simply lecture your many juniors on cultivation. Spend your time helping them grow, using less resources and ensuring better growth for the Clan.

[ ] Hunt for a Replacement - Look for a new candidate to replace Ioannes Vatatzes. If successful, you may be able to save several precious Lifespan Treasures.

[ ] Write-in
 
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Year 22 - Meeting Lady Jiao
The initial phase of the raids from Jingshen Clan had begun.

Manuel had been surprised.

Tremendously so.

They had rolled over the border without any opposition, and had gone from looting to occupying in short order. Almost ten percent of Cannibal Sect territory had been occupied already - the least occupied, least wealthy portion, admittedly. Still, there had only been scattered Cannibal opposition, and Jingshen Clan looked as thought it were almost considering long-term occupation. A disaster for the Cannibals, though few forces had been caught and destroyed. Internal strife?

Manuel wasn't sure.

His meeting with Jingshen Jiao - their new Early Nascent Soul cultivator would hopefully offer enlightenment as to what had happened.

She entered, and Manuel's eyebrow raised. She was a beautiful woman even among cultivators, though peculiarly bald and red-skinned. Probably, he thought, a fire cultivation technique. Her features were not quite perfect in that generic way, but rather spoke of greater depths, her smile promising a sort of acceptance and care that one would not find even among your closest friends. Her every movement offered sensuality, a sort of mixture of sexuality, beauty, and raw untrammeled love, a relentless attack on the loneliness and difficulty that was the path of the cultivator. He allowed himself to sink deeper into her thrall for a moment, his mind in his body enjoying her beauty as his mind in his Nascent Soul rapidly attempted to find the cause of the effect as well as a way to resist it.

Soul arts? No. Luck of some sort. Heaven's blessing? No, no. A Dao of Love? Possible, fire arts brought passion, and such things were close together. Impossible to properly resist, then, or at least shake off. One would simply have to accept the feeling and deny it, but Jiao would have to feel that love, and that seemed implausible.

Ah.

Acceptance. A Dao of Acceptance made no sense for advancement - acceptance of the world meant not changing it, or so Manuel thought, but he wasn't privy to Jiao's Dao. Acceptance allowed her to truly offer a love of sorts to everyone, accepting them for who they were, offering no judgement, no hatred. She still might kill him if she thought it worth the risk and benefits, but she wouldn't hate him. Now... to gamble and reveal his successful probe, or to hold it in reserve for later?

Manuel thought for a moment, and decided to do the latter. He had no need to try and intimidate Jingshen Clan at the moment, so holding a card in reserve would be helpful.

He gestured.

"Lady Jiao. A pleasure to finally meet you."

She looked at him, and smiled. His heart jumped, and he felt a sense of kinship, a sense of closeness he had never felt with any other person before in such a short time. Manuel's Nascent Soul shook its head in sheer awe. Such a natural attack - he would have to ensure he shepherded her personally out of the Clan to avoid anyone being suborned. Likely he'd need to demote a few guards after this, at the very least.

"Manuel Konstantinos. The old monster of legend I heard so much about growing up. Did you know your parents used to threaten that you'd come and snatch me in the night if I didn't eat my Dawn-cry congee?"

Manuel chuckled.

"They were right, of course. One of my many duties."

She looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering. Manuel felt a moment's pity for her. She was young, for a Nascent Soul, and her Dao clearly gave her certain advantages. When she didn't rely on it entirely, her flirting attempts were amateurish and poor. She had probably never bothered to develop her skills properly, her Dao filling in too much of the work for her. Shortcuts were useful, but Manuel had never used them. Hard work took longer, but the results were reliable.

"What brings you to my humble hall, Lady Jiao?"

She shrugged.

"A mere concern of ours, nothing major. A show of goodwill to report our progress against the Cannibals. A little experience for myself, escorting a small trade caravan."

The crux.

Manuel smiled in return, long experience making his smile seem warm and friendly, but only to a point where it would be easily seen through.

"And in that caravan...?"

Jiao frowned.

"No concern of yours. As you have no need to levy a tariff, we do not need to reveal what we are transporting, as per our agreement."

Probably a Heavenly Treasure of Nascent Soul level, Manuel surmised. Jingshen Clan had struck at the Cannibals in part to distract them, to ensure safe transport. The agreement to minimise costs. Whatever their trade, Manuel assumed it'd be of immense value to them. Still, he'd gotten something out of it.

"Of course, of course. Mere curiosity. How does the war fare?"

Jiao smiled again, but the radiance dimmed.

"We have seized many cities and mines. About twenty thousand Qi Condensation cultivators, two hundred Foundation Establishment experts, and a single Core Formation elder have all been killed."

Surprising. The war was going well.

"And their counterstroke?"

"Not yet prepared, one presumes. We are pushing further in, wrecking mines and destroying Blood Arrays that can easily gather Qi from mortals. Disgusting things. Even if they cut off our expeditionary force and destroy it, they have taken far more damage than the force is worth."

Unexpected.

The rest of the meeting was pleasant, Manuel offering to walk Jiao out, his heart rejoicing at the thought of spending a few more minutes with her. Maneuvering around each guard, each susceptible Clansman, sending silent orders to have nobody else interact with her. It was a truly excellent attack. As he left, she blew him a kiss, again - a terrible attempt at flirting that left his heart cold. Then again, she had never faced a Nascent Soul, no doubt, as Old Jingshen was her father, who no doubt loved her anyway.

As her caravan moved on, he returned to closed-door cultivation. The pain resumed, and with each searing moment he focused on the rising feelings for young Lady Jiao, tearing them out of his heart as he tore his Soul away from his body. A few months of this and the feelings would be gone. The pain was terrible, and the feeling of abandonment, of worthlessness perhaps even worse. He wanted to weep, to die, to rush after her and beg for her forgiveness. He did none of these things, silently enduring the pain.

Yes, he had to admit. It was a truly excellent attack.
 
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Year 34 - The Culmination Of Their Sins
Divide and conquer was an old, old axiom. It was old because it worked.

Manuel smiled. If he had been a few centuries younger, it might have split into a grin.

He had been quietly, ever-so-quietly, moving gamepiece after gamepiece, sending cultivators into the Cannibal Sect territories, scouting further and further.

Five years ago he had uncovered something. The Blood Arrays used by the Cannibal Sect served as cultivation device, defensive array, and security against Clan cultivators all in one. They used blood methods to detect outsiders, and become progressively more intricate as one penetrated further into Cannibal Sect territory. Of course, he'd known all this for centuries.

What he hadn't known was how to use Child Corpse Gulper's leg as the foundation for a new Blood Key, one allowing him access to practically anything Child Corpse Gulper had himself had access to, which had been the vast majority of the Sect's possessions. It had been two years after that, his spying had truly borne fruit. A slow infiltration, but the keys allowing him to plunder arrays for their knowledge and records. Often incomplete, but he had begun to put together a picture of the Cannibal Sect.

Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, he found nothing but depopulated territories. Empty villages, ruined cities. Corpses, dried-up and withered lining the streets, from city centre to the traders entering it. By his count, at least ten million mortals had been consumed.

It was then his greatest advantage occurred. A single Foundation Building expert of his had died, consumed by Child Corpse Gulper. A shame, but the woman had known her risks going in. However, as he was tearing away at her legs with his razor-sharp teeth, she remembered her duty to the clan. A jade slip, sending messages across vast distances, directly to him. Child Corpse Gulper had advanced to mid-level Nascent Soul.

He sighed, and quickly looked down at her details. A Callista, though that in itself was not unexpected. They had risen in prominence considerably of late, with that slip of a girl showing the strongest bloodline he'd seen in nearly a millennium. He would have the details sent to the girl, though not the specifics. Her great-aunt had died bravely, and brought considerable benefits to the Clan.

They were jockeying for position, of course. Not in so many words, but the Callista branch of the Golden Devil Clan had not had an elder for nearly three hundred years, largely due to the losses in their bloodline. They had been consolidating, rebuilding their strength. And now they had been accruing merit after merit. The Merit Contribution Board tracked more than simple individual contributions, after all. Families and lines also wished to purchase things, such as putting themselves in contention for various positions of authority. This allowed some corruption, of course, but a territory of forty million people would be unmanageable without some corruption. The thing was to align incentives, to make doing good rewarding in itself, not merely to hope in the goodness of the Clan.

The great advantage was it aligned the selfish desires of various families to gain power with their service to the Clan, and the Callistas, by any mark, had become major contributors. Not enough to outright buy an Eldership, but Aikaterine Callista was probably the third-most talented general he could see, and she was in Early Core Formation, meaning she had a good long life ahead of her. With some resources she could easily be pushed into Mid Core before taking on the role. It would take some doing, but Rina was too promising not to offer some favour to.

It sounded biased, and perhaps it was. But Manuel knew the power of the Old Blood, the fabled Blood of Gold. His own Blood of Bronze ran as thinly as it was possible to do so and still possess it. He hadn't even began manifesting any bronze traits until Foundation Establishment! He had on occasion used the slivers of will protecting the Clan for guidance, though only rarely. Athenia Callista had given him some wisdom eight hundred years ago, helping him advance to Nascent Soul. Moreover, he knew if she were alive, a fight between them - even in the same realm! - would be more aptly considered an execution.

He doubted the girl would reach such heights, but the Callistas were probably the best choice for the Elder of War, or Protostrator. Politically convenient, linked to a powerful manifestation of the blood, and it would reward three centuries of relatively unrewarded toil. He'd wring them for a few more resources, of course, in the form of commitments and Spirit Stones to help raise new warriors, but the other two choices were far older, and didn't come with the same level of familial support.

This, he thought, all linked into Child Corpse Gulper. He felt his Dao rise, felt the Heavens shift in vague protest, felt darkness surrounding secrets lift as his mind divined truths that from others would be mere suppositions, but with enough information he could simply know. As long as he could reason it out, the more his foes sought to keep their secrets, the easier it was for him to find them in the gloom of secrecy.

The man had advanced to Mid Nascent Soul.

So.

He had either killed and consumed Old Cannibal, or used millions of mortals and his own Sect to make up the difference.

If he had done the former, there would have been no need to kill so many mortals.

Therefore, Old Cannibal and Child Corpse Gulper were still alive. And of course, there were insufficient resources for both of them.

Three possible ends.

Firstly, the two allied and attacked their surrounding enemies. Unlikely.

Both he and Jingshen clan could kill and ambush a Nascent Soul. And the two would be at odds, both knowing only one could survive in the end. At worst, he would face a single assault from a mid Nascent Soul, which could be dealt with. Blood Path cultivators were like piles of loose sand, easily fooled and Child Corpse Gulper was less dangerous than he had been. Despite his greater cultivation, he was without lifesaving treasures, which meant he would need to be excessively careful.

Second, civil war, with the two killing one another. Unlikely. Such a conflict would see one dead and the other badly wounded, and then the Cannibal Sect would be at an end. Only a fool would do so.

Thirdly, reaching out to their neighbours to intervene in their conflicts. Ideally after crippling some of their warmaking capacity, and allying with another Nascent Soul to take down their rival. A trade in wealth or territory, no doubt.

Divide and conquer.

His mind went back to those words. By forcing them into a fight, and only assisting the other, he could quite possibly press a wound on one, and kill the other at no cost to himself. In that time, the abandoned territory would be open and easily taken - in theory, he could seize perhaps as much as a fifth, maybe even a quarter of the Cannibal Sect territory.

If, he reminded himself, everything went to plan.

It was another year before Old Cannibal reached out to him.

Manuel felt like laughing. He had sent Ioannes Vatatzes out, his current Protostrator.

To his death, of course.

Or at least, that's what Old Cannibal would have thought. In reality, Ioannes was safe at home, a clone of his generated at great expense. Only in the Early Core Formation Realm, but the poison would make it believable. He sent him out to gather men on the border, to build up what looked like a strike into Cannibal Sect territory.

Old Cannibal had materialised there, and killed the clone swiftly, taking its head. He had proceeded to demolish a local city of fifty thousand people, killing them down to the last man, woman, and child.

Manuel frowned. He had expected some restraint if the man was looking to make a deal. Old Cannibal was more desperate than he thought.

Still, it had worked. He would believe that the Clan were in no shape to wage a war. If Manuel couldn't get the deal he wanted, he would have an exceptionally easy time of invading, especially against a Sect who believed their chief commander to be dead.

Three days later - the exact travel time from the clan headquarters, Manuel stepped out in the air above the ruined city, meeting Old Cannibal there.

The other Nascent Soul looked at him.

"Manuel fucking Konstantinos. The thorn in my side at Xi Yi City. The pissant little fuck who stopped me consuming Alia Fortuna. Bearer of some of the worst bronze flesh I've ever seen, but rest assured, I'll still enjoy chewing on you while you're still alive, eating you down to the last skerrick of flesh before I consume your Soul and consign you to the void."

Manuel raised one eyebrow mockingly.

"Sun Diaxiang. I see your manners haven't improved. Here to beg for me to finally help put your wagging tongue to rest?"

Old Cannibal swiped at him, a wave of raw force exuding Blood Qi smashing towards him.

Manuel evaded it easily, dodging out of range.

"Let me guess. The smell finally caused your Sect to drive you out, and now you're here to plague me for my precious Three Lizard Soap. Here."

Manuel pulled a bar of soap out of his Immortal Aperture and threw it over.

Old Cannibal caught it, crushing it in one hand.

"I'm here with an offer, shitstain."

Manuel felt his heart rise. Everything was within his expectations.

"Oh? And why should I listen to you? You just destroyed one of my cities?"

Old Cannibal laughed.

"Child Corpse Gulper and I are fighting. Here's my offer. You help me kill him. I cede these lands-"

He threw over a jade slip containing a map.

"-to you, and don't try and retake them for a hundred years."

Manuel almost sighed. How droll.

Offer him depopulated lands, wait for the Clan to make them wealthy again. Seize them and consume them. A pitiful ploy, he thought, especially for a Nascent Soul Elder.

"So, I get some empty lands and a promise from you? In return for risking my life?"

Old Cannibal cursed.

"What more do you want, shit-for-brains? Who am I, your father to offer you more?"

Manuel grinned openly. Such an agreement would be bound by several Heavenly Treasures - if he were to make it, he truly would be bound by it.

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[ ] Accept the Offer - You will gain the Depopulated Regions on the map, as well as a 100-year grace period. Manuel will assist in killing Child Corpse Gulper. This is not especially risky - two Nascent Souls versus one without lifesaving treasures and with what would be an unstable cultivation base should at worst see Manuel wounded.

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[ ] Negotiate - If you choose to negotiate, ask for things below. The more you ask, the less chance of the offer being accepted, though. Negotiate is Accepting the Offer but asking for more before agreeing. To Negotiate, create a Plan with what you're asking for below.

More Land - You could ask for the Scarred Lands and Oasis Rebel lands on top of what is already being offered - one, or both.

Child Corpse Gulper's Corpse and Immortal Aperture - An Immortal Aperture can be turned into valuable storage items, and there are likely many treasures stored within.

More Time - 100 years is not long enough! Ask for more time to rebuild the lands and make it worth your while to hold them. 200 years is the extreme outside of what Old Cannibal would consider.

Wealth - Fuck you, pay me. Ask for Wealth in units. 1 Wealth is roughly 10 years of savings for the Clan, and 5 Wealth is worth as much as an additional piece of land. The corpse and Aperture is worth 10 Wealth, as is a Heavenly Treasure.

Heavenly Treasures (Nascent Soul Level) - Request a Heavenly Treasure to be remitted to you once you kill Child Corpse Gulper.

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[ ] Decline the Offer - Prepare for a war in force against the Cannibal Sect. Much riskier, but the gains could be much higher. With your new Blood Key and surviving Protostrator, you can easily prosecute such a war against the Cannibals.
 
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Good Seed to Read 1 - Rina Callista
Pretty flat-out today, so I'm not doing anything update-wise (probably - Good Seed updates take a lot of time, being a creative/dice merger that requires a bunch of reading and checking on top of ensuring things are at least somewhat thematically appropriate).

What I thought I would do though is start my Good Seed to Read thing.

I've written ~24k of Clan creation and story stuff, and around ~8k of information posts.

Conversely, there are ~74k words of Good Seeds! There's easily over 100,000 words of stuff to read in this quest, scattered across different characters and stories.

Now, I personally read them all with great enjoyment, but if you're a simple lurker, that's a big investment. So each turn I thought I'd offer one Good Seed who I think is worth reading, along with my personal thoughts on them.

This means as you go along you might find the mass of omake simply intimidating - but I hope by highlighting one every now and then, lurkers and readers will find it easier to go read some of the great omake questers are generating!

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Good Seed to Read 1 - Rina Callista (NB: Click on the link and scroll down - it's in reader mode, starting with Rina's background. You'll need to go onto the next page to read them all)

I think Rina is one of the most popular characters so far, but the reasons I'm highlighting her first are three.

(1) @Alectai has been one of the biggest plan generators, I think winning or tying all plan votes in the creation phase.

(2) In that vein, Rina's updates have some of the most consistent worldbuilding for the Clan you'll see in the thread.

(3) Smol cute girl very stronk

1 & 2 tie in together.

The Array Engineers along the walls looked up at the rising sun, nodding sagely to themselves as it rose on schedule--cries steadily went out across the outposts of the walls, and the spell-formations throughout the Manor changed to respond to the trials of the day. A shimmering heat-haze splashed against newly refocused walls, deflecting the worst of the heat. Throughout the land, other formations engaged--spirit stones delivering vital Essence to the network as fountains burst to life, springing up and delivering their bounty to the stables, the grain and vegetable fields, the orchards

This is what I'm talking about. Manuel as a character is a disengaged, plotting old monster. He thinks in terms of costs and benefits, and while he has a moral bottom line, it's often very far removed from his actions. He's not evil per se, but he's certainly not paying attention to the intricacies of the world in its smallest parts. He's trying to figure out how to take fifty cities, or save five hundred thousand lives - for him, it's all forests, no trees.

The posts with Rina in them, on the other hand, establish a real sense of place for Callista Manor, a tangible sense of 'this is how the Golden Devil Clan works for mortals'. It's easy to say you're good - and Manuel on a very, very high level does try and do good, but it's a utilitarian 'how can I best spend lives to ensure the best benefit for the Clan and its ideals', not a firm youthful idealism. The cynicism and plotting of Manuel makes it hard to think 'wow, the Golden Devils are different.' Beginnings and Endings establishes that in a way I thought would take me a very, very long time to properly demonstrate.

She's also a very naive character, which makes it easy for parts of the world to be explained to her and the reader at the same time.

All of her omake are great, but Beginnings and Endings is probably my favorite omake in the thread - it goes so far to establish Rina, the Callistas, and the Clan more generally with a sense of place and being you're unlikely to get from the more detached main story posts.
 
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Year 40 - Scattered, some seeds die. Others grow. One cannot weep over the fields. [GOOD SEED REPORT]
I think I've got this all correct. If I've missed a bonus or a Good Seed, please DM with your Seed and let me know! I'll get it done ASAP.

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Acis Drivas - 1st to 4th Heavenstage. Fought bandits, kept in formation. No notable accomplishments, kept slacking off at times to collect herbs.

Augustus Servius - 1st to 7th Heavenstage (equivalent). Attacked. Crippled, falling to 5th Heavenstage after losing an arm. Future prospects difficult.

Achille Adephos. Reached 9th Heavenstage. Was ready to break through to Foundation Building, but was building a new array, and was attacked by bandits mid-construction. It collapsed on him, wounding him badly. He was comatose, and was estimated to spend most of the next 20 years recovering. Originally estimated 40 years to recover wounds fully. However, the Adephos branch of the Clan spent wildly on him, and managed to heal him to a degree. He is merely badly wounded, and will spend only 20 years to recover from his wounds fully.

Amaranth Castellanos - Ordinary cultivation for the most part, but managed to participate in the slaying of a Core Formation bandit. While only in a support role to provide Qi to a Clan Core Formation expert, the kill sprayed him with Core Formation blood that his constitution absorbed, precipitating a massive jump in cultivation.

Reached 9th Heavenstage in a single step, though his cultivation is unsteady and he is unable to break through.

Ambrus Nike (Sorry!) - Horrifying Fate. Badly wounded, losing an eye and an ear, with extensive scarring making up one half of his face. Pure luck saved his life, as he and both Aretaphilia Myia were sent on a mission, and ambushed by a Core Formation Cannibal. They together discovered a mystical mirror, and were able to escape, Ambrus escaping after being wounded as Aretaphilia lead the Core Formation elder away. Over the following twenty years managed to regain his 6th Heavenstage cultivation, after falling back to 2nd Heavenstage due to the severity of his wounds.

Aretaphila Myia - Lifesaving Treasure gained. Lost in the same turn! Chased by a Core Formation Cannibal under the command of Child Corpse Gulper, another Myia having offended him. Aretaphilia found a treasure in a cave, and was able to use a mystical mirror to detect and teleport away from this Cannibal Elder. She spent nearly 10 years being chased, dropping a cultivation realm and only regaining it after she was rescued by a Core Formation elder coming to save her. The mirror itself shattered in the course of saving her life. Avoided wounds or crippling, however.

Aristoteles 'Aris' Kalokagathos - Ordinary progress. Advanced to 5th Heavenstage. No encounters of note.

Aurelia Xu - bottlenecked badly, unable to advance. No notable encounters, mainly assigned to bandit hunting missions.

Chelios Apion - Chelios Appion took a safe mission to gather Spirit Herbs in the borders near the Devil Bee Sect. Before he knew it, a Devil Bee-riding Foundation Building expert flew over, taking his life in a single blow. [DEAD]

Damien Silver -
Reached 8th Heavenstage, slew a Spirit Scorpion in the 7th Heavenstage just before breaking through with a powerful sword technique.

Demetrius Ceres - Slew a Spirit Pine Tree Ghost, gaining absurd benefits. The Devilpine Sap allows him to absorb attacks well above his level when coated with it, allowing him to absorb blows from even Foundation Building experts temporarily. The spirit of his grandmother looks down up on him proudly. Went from 1st Heavenstage to 6th.

Fierce Fang - Spent all his time focused on bodily cultivation, managed to find an old manual on the Deep Sea Starfish Body, allowing him to regenerate terrible wounds mid-battle. Fights one stage above his Heavenstage. However, he spent so long practicing this he did not advance his cultivation at all. Remains at 4th Heavenstage.

Hektor Sarantapechos - His mother spent no effort healing his wounds with valuable salves, and he showed off his talent - as well as the wealth of one of the clan's young masters. He is one step away from advancing into Foundation Building, unless he chooses to advance an unorthodox path to the 10th Heavenstage. @Enigma - Choose between Foundation Building and 10th Heavenstage

Ilias Barallis
- Or: How one man cannot catch a break. Illias continued his spying, but despite ordinary luck - at least not being caught again - found his meridians had been badly damaged by the torture. Despite diligently cultivating, he remains at the 3rd Heavenstage and is finding it incredibly difficult to advance.

Lihua Kokkinos. Cultivated diligently, reaching the 7th Heavenstage. A true talent, though did not excel on any missions she was sent on. Easily advancing Realms, but finding it difficult to properly serve the Clan.

Lin Fan - Managed to advance to the Fifth Heavenstage. His great luck, however, was in finding a Bone Tendon Renewal Elixir, allowing him to regrow his maimed hand. His path has become clearer.

Magnus Centenius - Truly excellent Fate. Managed to create a work of great genius. Advances in his Bacterial Poison have allowed him to kill early Foundation Building experts if he catches them by surprise, and even drastically weaken late Foundation Building experts in the same. Such a weapon is admired by the clan, and Magnus is given the resources he needs to advance to the 9th Heavenstage, and does so with ease.

Minerva Bardina - Or: She can't keep getting away with it!

Bottlenecked at the 8th Heavenstage at first, but once again fought an expert in the Foundation Building Realm. A Late Foundation Building Cannibal was disabled and forced to retreat by the poisons of young Minerva, allowing her to trap and kill an entire raiding group of thirty Qi Condensation Cannibals. This victory has cemented her name as one of the great young talents of the clan. With the sheer number of Contribution Points coming her way, she was rapidly able to advance into the 9th Heavenstage at first, and now stands just a half-step away from Foundation Buiding.

Ninth Prince - More ordinary progress, though still excellent compared to many of his peers. He broke through to the 10th Heavenstage of Qi Condensation, but found himself wounded by a Foundation Building expert - a servant of the earlier Core Formation expert he managed to chase off. This will slow his cultivation for some time.

Peta Condos and Wajo - Bottlenecked badly at 8th Heavenstage. No notable events.

Rina Callista - Favored by the Heavens? Probably not, but certainly favored by the Clan. With the Callista branch of the Clan having secured an upcoming spot on the Council of Elders, much of their largesse went to raising young Rina. Her bloodline was of immense purity, and they found it easier to secure endless resources for her, as well as using some of their pull to ensure she was given missions designed precisely to optimize her personal growth. @Alectai Choose between Foundation Building and 10th Heavenstage

Savvas Nicolidis
- Ordinary, almost unremarkable. Reached the 4th Heavenstage, ordinary progress. No great deeds, but no misfortunes.

Telios Treces - Reached 9th Heavenstage, but was sent to fight in a competition with the Hong Xuan Clan as part of a competition. Badly wounded by a younger master in the 8th Heavenstage, representing the Golden Devil Clan quite poorly. Wounds will take 20 years to fully heal.

Tie Jin - Ordinary cultivation, reached 6th Heavenstage. Still struggling with the integration of his bloodlines.

Wei Feng - Disaster in cultivation, thoroughly without talent. Merely made it to the 2nd Heavenstage. However, this is due to his personal choices perhaps - spent far too much time assisting villagers and unfortunates without hope of return for himself, even outside of Contribution Point Missions. Excellent behaviour the Clan hopes to encourage. Rewarded with a Soul-Filing Rasp, allowing him to hide himself from anyone in Qi Condensation, disguising himself as a mortal.

Xiao Yi - Incredible speed. Broke through to the 9th Heavenstage of Qi Condensation almost casually, advancing without limit. What was considered to be a poor seed may be one of our best. Rescued an old man who was secretly a Clan Foundation Building Expert acting as a weak old man while on a spying mission - in order to reward good behaviour among juniors. Diverted Xiao Yi to a nearby tree, a branch of which can serve as an excellent Wood Fairy Lance, empowering strikes from horseback.

Yan - Moderate progress, reaching the 7th Heavenstage. Reached a new level of fighting - one of the most skilled in his level, but able to somehow use his luck manipulation along with excellent skill to fight those who are a full Heavenstage above him - is undefeatable by those under the 9th Heavenstage.

Zhousi Dun - Only reached the 5th Heavenstage, due to being wounded. Managed to save an entire town from an enraged Sandstorm Desert Wasp swarm, rescuing over twenty thousand people, assisting in evacuations and fighting the Wasps until the town could be saved.

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And for those I missed the first time around...

Dmitry Kascheev - Bottlenecked, remaining in the 5th Heavenstage. Difficulty in opening meridians. Used talisman arts to help wake up a sleeping Behemoth Lizard King that had gone to sleep around a town's only oasis, saving the town from a slow and certain doom. The Lizard King on awakening had shed his skin, allowing Dmitry to write powerful talismans on the shed Spiritual Skin. Such talismans are quite powerful, allowing him to face enemies in the 8th Heavenstage for some time.
 
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