A Normal Evening
Pale flames traced through the air, pillars rising forth and carving intricate strings of untold thousands of formation characters glowing brilliantly with Intent and focused Qi. Suspended in the air of the crafting stage was an ephemeral wonder. A temporary construction of Heaven and Earth Qi, channeling the energies of creation in a massive, impossible furnace that churned endlessly. Bits and pieces of layers of formations would dim, flake apart into constituent Qi, and then be gripped and reconstituted into a new layer in an unending and high-speed display of control and timing.
Gusts of wind blew, errant breezes carrying the still-beating heart of the Heaven-Chasing Ram, clouds of freshly diced Three-Hundred Year Spider-Root, and other exotic ingredients into the brightly burning inferno. The layers making up the construction rotating rapidly to allow the additions unobstructed passage. All the while, Qi pulsed through the air, feeding the flames additional fuel and Intent to help forge the mixture into a result worthy of the Cultivators of the Argent Sect.
In awe, the ingredients melted down and began to take form around a single shining object; the High Grade Core of a Fermentation Aphid, notorious for wrecking the crops of higher level estates and infamous scourge of the Sects own farms. Ordinarily a pest, but when allowed to roam it, as it's name suggests, gathered the residues and medicinal energies of its food into an incredibly potent foundation for cultivators who could tease out its secrets. Time passed, and an aurora began to leak out, joining the lights cast by the shining constructs and the roaring flames in which the ingredients were being bathed.
A pitch orb took shape within the depths of those fires, and additional arrays, worked within infinitesimal layers shone brightly, bathing the forming pill with a rainbow of colors and manipulations, and the tar flaked away, revealing a lustrous pearl. A hint of scent filled the air, the refreshing smell of high grade medicines triggering the olfactory sensations of the gathered Cultivators before being shut off abruptly, the smoke of the flaking tar caught in an air-tight seal. The supernatural flames within the furnace dimmed, but the pale energies that constructed grew bright with final effort as the layers compressed, tightened, and shrank into an infinitesimal coating of the resulting pill, the energies dying down at last to reveal a singular bronze orb, carried down by a laughing breeze into the waiting hand of its creator.
I, Zhiqiang laughed, turning a knowing look towards my opposite, and Bao Qingling stood up from her own specialized furnace, her own work sealed professionally within a carrying case. Though our eyes did not meet, I could still recognize the anger and insult rolling off her in almost visible waves, and with a flourish I placed the Highwood Condensing Pill into it's own carrying case to present to the judging Elder.
...
"So you lost." My errant student stated the obvious as we walked through the forests ringing the Third Peak.
"I did indeed," I reply, pawing at my faux man chu, "Your observational skills improve by the day, Junior Brother. Senior Brother is
most pleased."
Ji Rong glanced back towards me, glaring as was his wont, "Okay, I get that you were expecting that, but
why."
"This may seem strange to hear, given your rather hot-headed Mistress, but sometimes you need to present weakness in order to project strength."
The young man besides me paused, blinked once or twice, and then strode the catch back up to me, "Okay
what."
Time for another lesson, it seemed! "Which seems stronger to you: The Steelfurred Bear that shows no reaction, no loss of strength, despite accumulating wounds, or the Steelfurred Bear that does everything possible to avoid a blow?"
"...There's a-"
I sigh, "Okay." Let's try something more familiar then, "The Gang Leader that shrugs off the loss of a few enforcers but still retains his territory as if he was unscathed, or the one who husbands his strength desperately, never willing to commit for fear of risking a potential loss?"
"The guy that can take the punch, I guess." Ji Rong responds, now that we're on ground he can comprehend, "So I guess you were showing off that you could take a hit like that without blinking?"
"So you
can learn," I chuckle idly as the sun finishes setting, welcoming the darkness, "Truly a testament to the efforts of whomever took the time to soften that thick skull of yours, Junior Brother."
The scarred boy rolls his eyes, "Yeah,
yeah. So why the Spider creep?"
The air vibrates with a low hum as I contemplate how to phrase it, "Mostly a matter of aesthetics, I suppose." A hand rises up, "On the one hand, Sect Sister Bao is someone who recently made an even bigger splash in advancing down the rankings than I did, and displaying that I could challenge her in her area of speciality was in its own way a show of strength."
"Even if you lost."
"
Especially if I lost." I correct, "Creating that Highwood Condensing Pill was no trivial feat, Junior Brother. My skills simply allowed me to emulate the necessary skills required to bring about an adequate recreation of the steps required for its creation." With a casual flick of the wrist, the Qi of Heaven is channeled down a single Meridian, launching from my upraised palm into a miniature recreation of the construct I had relied upon, "This was a disposable, one time furnace designed to create the Highwood Condensing Pill
exclusively. It, combined with a passing knowledge of the actual process and recipe for the pill itself, could hypothetically allow a Cultivator who is inexperienced in the crafting of pills to create an adequate product. A waste of the ingredients compared to a more experienced hand using them, but as needs must."
But the scarred boy seemed skeptical, "And if it wasn't that particular pill?"
More miniature furnaces, each subtly different in construction and arrangement of Formation script, took form above and around the original example, "I would have adapted as the circumstances demanded."
"...And the reason
more people don't pull that kind of stunt?" Ji Rong paused, scowling to himself, "Oh yeah.
Money."
"
Naturally," I, Zhiqiang, chuckled, "Hmph, hmph, do you once again realize how amazing your humble teacher is, my foolish student?"
"Yeah,
humble." My errant student mumbled, as if I could not hear him, "So I guess if you could pull that kind of stunt off, what's to stop you from pulling a similar stunt again in the future, huh?"
I nod in satisfaction as the constructs are returned to base qi and thus my dantian, "Correct. Its a thorough check on any would be opportunists that think this Zhiqiang to be easy prey, whether to be challenged by, or to challenge themselves. So long as others are wary, I can have the time I need to focus on more important matters."
The first lights of the Grinning Moon come down through the sparse canopy of the forest, "Which brings us to why I had you accompany my self, Junior Brother."
"What, you plan to drag me into being your punching bag for a month or something?" The former delinquent replies skeptically.
"Not at all!" I chuckle in response, "No, this Zhiqiang shall have you accompany a friend of mine who is in dire need of company, and can assist you with the troubles your beloved Master shall inevitably bring down upon you."
"Oh yeah?" The trees part, revealing a clearing covered in tall grass, bathed in moonlight, "Well-" I swiftly cover the blowhards mouth with my palm.
I've miscalculated.
"Do not make a sound." Brother Wind whispers in Ji Rongs ear, and he slackens against my grip, "I was not familiar with this section of the mountain, and thus did not recognize the circumstances of taking this route."
Tall grass. In the middle of the night. Our destination was directly ahead of us, past this field, and as ever I was confident in my stealth...So it
should be safe. Worst case scenario, unless we were remarkably unlucky, we wouldn't stumble across a Pack Alpha and thus would be more than capable of repelling any singular creatures that tried to run us down.
"Do as I do." Brother Wind whispered once more, and with that last warning the both of us drew the air around myself and Ji Rong into a tight film, blocking out scent and sound utterly. Wind Qi came next, as our presences were suppressed as thoroughly as possible. And with that, we stepped into the grass, slowly, desperately moving between blades of plant matter as I laid a path through the field that would avoid contact with the creatures that had made the patch of land their home.
The sound of heavy breathing and snorting, the occasional honk breaking the silence with which my errant student and I moved, but unfortunately, with my focus on suppressing the presence of Ji Rong and myself what it was, my own proud senses failed to track every possible opponent. As a flash of dark scales peeks through the blades of grass, I barely manage to maneuver around it safely, and my errant student attempts to emulate my movement.
However, a beast which had gotten the drop on me would be far beyond Ji Rong's own abilities to detect. Which, as our moving obstacle moved its snout downwards at seeming random, soon discovered. The scarred boy failed to pick up on the need to react, and the two lightly brushed against one another. A shrill, piercing cry came a second later, a hunting call that stripped away the thin layer of wind the Brother Wind and I had weaved around the boy and revealed his presence as the tall grass began to shake violently before parting to reveal the long snouted, inquisitive and reptilian face of the inhabitants of this territory.
A Third Realm Foundation Crescent Talon Ravager.
The initial cry was answered by a chorus of honking sounds, and additional cries as the numerous other presences I
had managed to detect began making their way towards our location. Ebony claws reached towards Ji Rong, who stood oddly still, and I could see my errant students eyes bulge in shock.
"The hell is this ugly thing?!" He barked out, and the monster tilted its head, silver and black scales shimmering in the moonlight. Green eyes blinked, its mouth opened in a snarl, and the Spirit Beast leaped at the shorter boy, its trademark silver crescent claw set to carve open Ji Rong.
To his credit, he responded with an admirable left hook to the jaw, laying it out.
Unfortunately, the idiot tried to savor his victory, so I had Brother Wind communicate something
very important.
"Yes, yes, well done, but these things are
pack animals so we need to
go!"
With a look, my errant student and I began booking it for the opposite end of the grass, the cries and shaking hounding us at every step. Divots of pale qi were driven into the earth, traps to hamstring and otherwise hold up our pursuers, and still we ran as I desperately attempted to occlude Ji Rong from their senses. But the beasts had his scent, and as tempting as leaving him to his own devices was, I decided against the easy route as his Senior Brother ought to act.
What a troublesome child, this Baron Ji continues to be.
Eventually, we break through the grass and return to the forest, at which point a trio of the Ravagers passes through the boundary of their own territory to continue the pursuit. But there was a reason the creatures stuck to their own territory where the moonlight shone brightest. Here, in this forest, the shadows grew deep and hungered for whatever prey they could grasp.
Flickering masses of darkness fell upon the monsters en masse, dozens of Second Realm Darkness spirits fell upon the intruders, attaching themselves to their brilliantly shining scales like so much pitch, their sheer mass weighing them down, entrapping them. Scales shone a bright silver a moment later as Ji Rong and I ran, and as the battling spirits neared the end of the effective range of my senses, I could see the man-sized reptiles digging into the mass of pitifully mewling shadows with relish and a triumphant cry.
The plan a success, we eventually slowed down, neither of us quite out of breath yet.
"So..." Ji Rong paused, breathing deeply, "The second thing?"
"Right, so the second thing." I, Zhiqiang, clear my throat and raise my other hand up, "I had something of a personal score to settle with Sect Sister Bao."
"And that was?"
"She had apparently managed to hide her cultivation level from my own senses." I sniffed, "As she had overcome me at my speciality, my pride demanded that I at least answer the insult back in kind."
My errant student blinked, "Okay...But you lost?"
"I lost, true, but I still came within spitting distance of matching her own skills despite having not even a fraction of her investment into pillcrafting." A hand pawed at my faux man chu, "The very fact that this Zhiqiang came so close despite approaching her field of specialization so casually was a tremendous insult to her own talents as a crafter. 'What if he had become a Crafter? Did he just decide he had no need to put as much time or effort as I did into it? Did he just decide that my own speciality was inferior to his own cludged together sensory skills that I already beat?! Is he looking down on pillcrafters?!'" I counted fingers off my hand.
"Something like that should have been going through her head near the end there." I chuckle throatily, "So I should think our balance in that regard settled."
"You sure about that?" Ji Rong replied doubtfully, "She seemed like the type to
really hold a grudge."
"Pfft,
hardly." I replied with a shake of my head, "Her type is far too focused on cost-benefit analysis to try and waste time on something as petty as a grudge over basic tic for tac-manship." I chuckle lightly at the thought, "At the very least, she should have some awareness of her position as the scion of a Count house, and going so far over something as small as this would inevitably look bad."
"And if she does?"
I, Zhiqiang, snort, "She's possibly the most unsociable person I've ever
seen. What can she possibly do to hamper this Zhiqiang?"
I would later come to recall that for that Ji Rong's skull was thick as stone, he didn't get to where he was without his own talents to maneuver through a crisis. Specifically, a kind of base animal cunning and instinct that proved more often accurate than not.
There were times that, as much as I would not want to admit it...
He had a point.
A.N. I originally intended this to cover more stuff, but due to the length its reaching and the pain in the ass I had to deal with for the last Omake, I'm gonna just split it into two parts instead. Here ya go, @yrsillar