Threads Of Destiny(Eastern Fantasy, Sequel to Forge of Destiny)

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Oh look at that, who decided to drop in but a convenient source of an Art Attack perfect for our office.

I wonder if the contrast of the outer office and Ling Qi's room can do psychic damage to a person. Surely it will if Ling Qi helps it along with a little flex, but could it be done through natural designs alone?
 
Investment
Su Ling reappearance and the ensuing teasing convinced me to post this. I had this in my pocket since the Madame Grey incident, two fucking years and more at this point. Credit to @FixerUpper cuz i'm using Fatty Hao. I'm betting he made to inner sect because the last time I remember seeing him anywhere was the promotion tournament. And I kinda missed him. Any suggestion in fixing anything I miss or mess up would be welcome.


Investment

It was great that his little investment paid off, he thought.

"So, how about it sir? Have you decided on your purchase?"

The disciple in front of him stood there, folding his arms, one hand on his chin. "I'm still quite a bit unsure, are these pills really worth as much as you say? The price is almost all of my allowance."

"Of course it is!" He said, not quite shouting. "Think of it as an investment sir. If this sets of pills managed to get you to the next sets of rewards, it will have surely paid for itself. And not to mention the advancement it would bring to your cultivation. It surely is worth the price!"

The disciple hummed to himself for a few moment, until he finally decided. "Alright, I'll take it."

"Wonderful!" They shook hand, traded the pills for the agreed upon price, and the disciple left after exchanging a few pleasantries.

"Another day, another sale." It was nice in the inner sect. Sure, the competition is fiercer, and he need to really up his game to turn a profit, but nothing's wrong with a little challenge. It''s good for his own growth anyway.

And he did mean what he said earlier. Those pills were a good investment. It was expensive even for his own taste, but it should help that disciple get to the next stage early. It was one of his best batch afterall.

And speaking of investment…

"Oi, I have your stuff. You got what I asked for?"

And here she comes. That little girl he met way back in the day have really grown.

"Of course I do. I wouldn't be the Fatty Hao you know otherwise."

She snorts. "Yeah, sure. And I'm still not sure why you're called a fatty."

He smirks. "And you will never know."

She waved her hand dismissively. They exchanged the goods that they agreed upon, their old arrangement of her gathering ingredients for him still extant. Though she prefers to be paid in materials that are more easily available in the market, given that she made her own pills now. But he might have given her a little extra today.

While Su Ling was checking the materials he gave her, she cocks hear head and asked him a question. "Hey, is this right? Cause I swear this is more than what I asked."

"Ah, yes," he said while stroking his chin. "Consider this a recovery gift. And also a little congratulations. Please give my regards to sir Gan."

The scowl that she made was legendary. It was even a notch higher than the one she made when they first met. "Oh for fucks sake! Not you too! Why everyone gotta be weird about this! I already have enough people bugging me about it. Especially those two!"

He chuckles to himself. The sect rumor mills always spin. Of course the fact that Sir Gan, right hand to The Heiress, rushing to meet the spirit blooded girl when she came back injured spread like wildfire the day it happens. It was very amusing seeing the heartbroken face of the girls that have some fantasy about him. Even the fact that that girl Ling Qi also came back at the same time injured after a probable tribulation —again— were overshadowed by the enormity of that news.

"Of course everyone is going to "be weird" about it. I imagine some people have already approached you with the intention of being closer to the Heiress inner circle."

She palmed her own face. "Ugh, don't remind me. It was creepy how a lot of people changed their face. At first everybody wants less of me, now they're all about that "being courteous" stuff and whatever."

"Well, it was to be expected," he said, his face still fixed in a smile. "No one wants to be remembered by The Heiress right hand man as someone who was rude to his partner. And I am also included in that list."

"Yeah, sure, just don't be weird about it next time. Also, tell me again if you need more stuff."

"Of course, Miss Su."

She shudders. He also heard her whispering 'gosh, that still creeps me out.' She gave him a rude gesture, and turned around to leave.

He chuckles again. It was amazing seeing how far she've come. From that little wild girl that can't even harvest some sap, to the probable wife of the province's future general. The Heiress court is really filled with upshoot talents.

He was kinda hoping that Sir Gan will know about their little connection and give some good will his way, but honestly, who wouldn't? a connection to the court of the Province's future Duchess is invaluable after all. But mostly, he felt relief that he didn't need to worry anymore for that girl. The early days of her coming back with ingredients while covered in wounds still lingers in his mind.

And as he said. It was great that his little investment paid off.
 
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Elder Jiaos's outfits are the cutting edge of that line of research

It's hilarious because jiao intentionally does it just for people in the know to be pissed off. We have word of yrs that Diao Luwen would be so mad at jiao because jiao is good enough at geomancy that he intentionally made his house as wrong as possible.


Which does indeed take genuine skill to know how to do stuff right and build everything wrong without blowing up
 
Competitor (Physical Instrument)

Solve all your problems with violence, solve any problems that causes with more violence

Cool For: Cultivators, Monsters, Psychos, and Heroes
This whole post is absolute gold except for this one skill, which would have been way funnier if it broke with the established "Cool For: " pattern by having one entry instead of four. Specifically:

The Laurent should have said:
Cool For: Cultivators.
 
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Su Ling reappearance and the ensuing teasing convinced me to post this. I had this in my pocket since the Madame Grey incident, two fucking years and more at this point. Credit to @FixerUpper cuz i'm using Fatty Hao. I'm betting he made to inner sect because the last time I remember seeing him anywhere was the promotion tournament. And I kinda missed him. Any suggestion in fixing anything I miss or mess up would be welcome.
We've seen his younger brother, in one of the interludes with the wildboy bearchild sun-worshiper guy. Yes, he made it to the inner sect.
 
You know, in a way it's kinda funny how it works exactly how a lot of post-modern automation does, in that it still just has people (or childlike spirits, but I'd count that as roughly people) behind the scenes, simply working out of sight and therefore hopefully out of mind.
 
I maintain that we can leave Cai Wealth for the turn after next.

We have plenty of Ag so that's not a concern.

After paying for Walls and Expand Adm, we'll be left with 94.5 Mat, and we get 5 more per turn.
Snowblossom Shrine costs 25, Forestry 15 and Boats 20 for a total of 60.
So if we chose those for the next turn, we would start the one after that with 39.5 Mat.

Which doesn't sound that a lot. But we would be taking Cai Wealth then, so we only need to pay for two projects.
Bai Soil doesn't cost any Mat, Jadehelm Carver costs 10, Fields Preservation 15, Chillgrasp Clay 25 and so on.

So we have options to do Cai Wealth then.
If you're taking forestry to blitz to the hunter's shrine in hope it gives us more odds of getting CMP (which might be a good plan), that's betting that the shrine in question costs less than 50 materials, since we'd be at 49.5. That's.... Not unreasonnable, since snowblossom shrine and theater of frost fondations cost 25A and 25M, but it's a bet I'm not sure I want to take considering the Boiling deeps shrine costs 50A/50M, especially when we can just change the order we do stuff in and get a much more comfortable margin.
 
Tales of Sun and Steel 3
Rain burst into steam, wailing from the transmutation. Wings of sunfire beat and scattered steam and rain alike, ripping a pocket of clear air through the downpour.

Her wings beat with the force of the Law of Progress, and the air itself parted to not impede her path, there was no thunder, only a rippling curtain of moving wind. Her eyes remained fixed on the crumbling peak of the mountain which sat just within the bounds of the Outer Sect. The shadows of sinuous forms danced in the sky above the clouds, and lightning struck stone in an unending rhythm, bolts falling from the sky and casting up plumes of semi-molten stone from the pockmarked hide of the Thunderfall Peak, over which the dragons of the southern court came periodically to dance.

And her foolish little sister had gone there, tonight of all nights. She did not care that she was breaking the sequester of the Outer Sect, she did not care that her sister was within the rules to challenge any site in the Sect she liked. Of all places, she could only imagine a handful of reasons for her sister to approach this mountain. None of them were good or wise.

She would…

Her eyes zeroed in on the peak, where a molten crater lay scorched in the earth, a fresh scar among many, and where a slender form lay…

The air did not have time to part for her law. It detonated with enough force to shatter a house, wind spirits wailed, her path left rings of expanding steam.

And, she came to a halt a half dozen meters away, stopped dead in the air, the steam, broken stone and wind rushed past her, tearing at her hair and gown…. And splitting in a wide cone around the crater where her sister lay, and the stooped figure standing in front of her.

Elder Ying looked at her with a gimlet eye, her plain brown dress untouched by the wind, the rain and the lightning. "And just what do you imagine you would accomplish, arriving at this girl's side like that young Lady."

Gu Yanmei trembled, feeling uncharacteristically strained. Like her mind's careful pathways had been made crooked…. And they had. "I… forgive my trespass. Elder Ying, my sister…"

"Will live," Elder Ying said. "For all that she tried her hardest not too."

Her hands trembled, her thoughts cooled…. And she felt a terrible heat in her chest, a heat fit to burn in the forges of the Gu. Against the impossible pressure of a mountain crushing down on her every direction, trembling fingers struggled, spasmed, and managed to clench weak sparks flitting from her fingernails. "You knew what she was attempting, Elder. Your eyes…"

"Do not fail to see a girl making her way to this mountain."

Gu Yanmei tasted blood on her tongue. "Why?"

"No teacher has the right to deny a student knowingly seeking tribulation."

It was not an old woman's wan, creaking voice, but the grumble of an ancient mountain. Jade eyes observed her clinically. It was an easy thing to see their kindness, but Gu Yanmei knew very well that Elder Ying's affability was a distant thing, and never impeded her lessons.

"It is only for us to pick up the pieces after," Elder Ying said. "And you will find your sister is in less pieces than you think, though rather more than she wished."

The pressure let up and Yanmei fell to her knees, flames guttering out, wings flickering away as if they had never been. Looking past the Elder she saw that her sister lay crumpled in the middle of a patch of slowly cooling orange stone. Her skin webbed with lightning scars and her arm… She could see bones, ashen black, under drooping loops of charred flesh, and spasming cooked muscle, that still sizzled and crackled with popping melted fat.

But threaded through the burnt out meat were potent veins filled with raw contained lightning, they flashed, casting the rest into grisly relief. She could feel the tinge of her Sister's qi. She was, despite everything, processing and cycling the heavenly energies, if far too slowly.

But Elder Ying's qi was woven around her like a babe's swaddling. The crackling flames still burning along her shoulder did not crawl any further. It clung like cool river mud to vibrating lightning filled meridians, keeping them from splitting open from the pressure inside.

"Such desperation, and driven by so little. The young are truly passionate," Elder Ying observed clinically.

That hot anger flared, she wanted to retort. Never in her life had she slapped down the name of her Gu family as a threat or a warning like many young scions. But the words 'You dare' sat frozen on her lips.

But the Elder did dare. The dangers of cultivation were known, the price of ambition was high. The Great Sects were not responsible for the risks Disciples chose to take in seeking the Way.

She was furious, but no one had made Xiulan do this, had tricked her into doing this. Her breathing evened out as raging heat stilled and became controlled. She had seen the signs, and she had thought that her own efforts to bank her sister's agitation and growing frustration was enough.

It was not.

"Elder, she will recover?"

"The Sect's medicine pavilion will see to that. She has gotten her wish after a fashion, such a galvanization of cultivation… But it will be painful. She will be recovering until her body reaches a much higher stage, to hold these sparks of heaven without pain," Elder Ying sighed. "She may wish to simply have the limb and the qi alike removed after feeling what will be her new reality."

Gu Yanmei rose to her feet. She was composed again, the jagged splinters of thought returned to harmony. "She will not."

"Because she will not risk shaming your clan?" Elder Ying wondered.

"Because my sister is too stubborn for such regrets," Gu Yanmei said. That too was… Of the Gu.

Oh Xiulan. How badly had she misjudged her sister's troubles? "May she be moved?"

"My qi will have settled by now, so long as the motion is not too sudden or energetic. If it is disrupted, the lightning will rage again."

Gu Yanmei stepped into the scar on the ground where her sister lay and knelt, unmindful of the soot and the scent of lightning and burning flesh, and carefully gathered her sister up. So many scars.

She did not often think about how much more fragile those of lower realms were, compared to even her freshly fourth realm body. But it was impossible not to think about it, holding her sister like this.

"I hope you do not think you will be trudging back on foot young lady," Elder Ying said. The scab of broken earth under them groaned and cracked as it rose from the earth, on a bed of grit and mud and sand. Elder Ying stood beside her without having moved a single step as they began a gentle acceleration. "She will require much attention, in order to tame the energies she has chosen to take in."

"Though the lightning is not my chosen medium, I will remain at her side until she is stable enough," Gu Yanmei replied quietly.

"Oh?" Elder Ying said.

"If you object, you may expel us both Elder," Gu Yanmei replied. "This is not a matter which I will argue over, and neither will my Gu clan."

Elder Ying glanced toward her, showing no concern. "I would not be so cruel, child. Though it was her responsibility to make her own choices. This is yours. I will have your Sect duties cleared until this is settled."

"Thank you, Elder Ying," her response was too hot headed. Elder Ying could be colder than she appeared, but not like that. She lowered her eyes as the platform of stone launched out from the mountainside, drifting slowly through the air.

Her temper was not as mastered as she had thought.
 
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