Chapter 4: Hidden Agendas When?
A few days after the sparring incident, Wu Shen rose early, as was his routine. The dormitory was quiet, with only the faint sounds of the wind rustling through the trees outside. His roommate Yan Zhi was still snoring, oblivious to the world. Shen, dressed in his weighted gi beneath his sect robes, moved through his morning with silent efficiency, his mind already on the tasks ahead.
He made his way alone to the mess hall, as he had done every morning since joining the sect. The sun had yet to rise fully, casting long shadows across the paths winding through the outer disciple area. Disciples moved about in small clusters, but none approached him. Shen noticed how they shifted away if he came too close, subtly making way as if he carried an invisible force with him. The rank 1 initial stage disciples were especially careful to keep their distance.
He could tell their cultivation levels at a glance, thanks to the small coinlike tokens they wore on their belts. Each disciple in the sect was required to display their cultivation rank openly. A copper coin with the number 1 indicated a rank 1 initial stage cultivator, like himself. The higher-ranked disciples wore tokens of silver, with numbers corresponding to their cultivation realm. A silver coin marked with a "1" represented a rank 2 cultivator, while the golden coins were reserved for those who had reached even higher realms becoming an elder of the sect.
As he entered the mess hall, Shen selected his meal—a simple breakfast of rice and steamed vegetables—and found a seat in the far corner. Disciples at nearby tables threw glances his way, whispering among themselves, but none dared approach him. He noticed the way they avoided eye contact, how they leaned in to speak in hushed tones whenever he passed.
He ate in silence, his movements methodical, as always. The food was bland but sufficient. As he finished his last bite, his mind was already on the next task. The Mission Hall awaited, and with it, the means to accumulate more sect points.
Arriving at the Mission Hall, Shen found it bustling with activity as usual. Outer disciples filled the space, checking the mission boards or conversing in small groups. Shen moved through the crowd with purpose, scanning the scrolls pinned to the walls. His eyes settled on a task that suited his needs: fetching water from the Well River to supply the sect.
The mission was simple—carry two buckets of water up and down the mountain to replenish the sect's supply. It wasn't glamorous, but it was efficient. Each trip took around forty minutes, and Shen could complete multiple runs before the day was out. Besides, the weight of the gi he wore no longer slowed him down as much as it had before. His body had grown accustomed to the burden, even during the fight with Lan Xiaoyun.
Taking the mission scroll, Shen collected two large wooden buckets and headed down the mountain. The Well River lay at its base, and the task was straightforward enough. As he moved up and down the mountain, he activated his Divine Vision at random intervals, blinking his eyes to scan the road for anything out of the ordinary. He had found a cultivation-boosting pill just a few days ago, lying discarded on the ground—a fortunate discovery from some careless disciple. He'd washed it clean and added it to his growing collection of resources.
As he ascended the mountain once more, his eyes flicked over the path ahead, searching for another lucky find. But instead of a pill, something else caught his attention.
A boy, a few years older than Shen, was climbing the mountain just ahead of him. He had blond hair that caught the light of the rising sun, and his features, though soft, were handsome. He was of similar height to Shen but noticeably slimmer, his movements steady yet unremarkable. The most noticeable thing was the weighted gi the boy wore, identical to the one Shen had been made to wear during his entrance test.
Shen's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. He simply continued his pace, his buckets swaying gently at his sides. As he got closer to the boy, his gaze flickered again. Divine Vision activated for the briefest of moments—and what he saw made him stop in his tracks.
The Qi around the boy was dense—far denser than it should have been. It was subtle, hidden beneath layers of suppression, but unmistakable. His cultivation was being concealed. Shen blinked again, this time focusing on the source of the suppression. There, tucked behind the boy's left ear, was a small, unassuming earring, its surface glimmering faintly with Qi. The earring was the source—it was storing the boy's true cultivation and masking it to appear weaker than it was.
Shen's mind raced, though his face remained impassive. Why would someone with such high cultivation hide among the outer disciples? There were many reasons, none of them good. A rogue cultivator seeking refuge? An infiltrator from a rival sect? Or worse, a demonic cultivator in disguise? Whatever the case, it didn't concern Shen directly—at least, not yet. What mattered was the opportunity this presented.
There's profit here, he thought. Whether by exposing him or using him, there's something to be gained.
He quickened his pace slightly, drawing alongside the boy as they continued the climb. "Is this your first time climbing Fallen Sky Mountain?" Shen asked, his tone casual, as if merely making conversation.
The boy glanced over at him, his blue eyes soft but guarded. For a moment, something flickered in his gaze, but he masked it with a polite smile. "Yes," he replied, his voice light. "I've only just joined the sect recently."
Shen nodded, his expression neutral. "Already a rank 1 cultivator?" He gestured to the weighted qi on the boy's, matching his own. "Most recruits spend time in the mortal village before being allowed into the sect grounds."
The boy's smile widened slightly, and he nodded. "I was fortunate," he said. "I had access to a breathing technique before I joined the sect. It helped me reach rank 1 before applying, so I didn't have to wait with the others."
Shen's mind clicked into place. A convenient excuse. It made sense that someone hiding their true cultivation would have such a story. "I had a similar experience," Shen said smoothly, his eyes observing the boy's subtle reactions. "I joined the sect as a rank 1 initial stage cultivator as well."
The boy seemed to relax slightly, the tension in his shoulders easing. "It's an advantage," he agreed. "Most people have to wait for months in the mortal village to even begin cultivating."
Shen nodded, his thoughts calculating. He's playing along. Good.
"I'm Wu Shen," Shen said, introducing himself as they continued to ascend. "What's your name?"
The boy hesitated for the briefest of moments before answering, "Liu Jing."
Shen memorized the name, filing it away for later. Whether it was real or fake didn't matter. What mattered was who Liu Jing was and what advantage could be gained from him.
As they continued their climb, Shen's mind raced, already plotting his next move. Liu Jing was an enigma, but one thing was certain: there was more to him than met the eye. And in a world like this, secrets were worth far more than any amount of Qi.
Wu Shen and Liu Jing continued to climb the Fallen Sky Mountain at a steady pace, the silence between them comfortable but laced with unspoken curiosity. As they walked, Shen glanced at Liu Jing from the corner of his eye, carefully observing his movements, his tone, and the subtle cues that would tell him more about the boy's true intentions. The earring suppressing his cultivation was still at the forefront of Shen's mind, but he wasn't about to make it obvious that he had noticed. Instead, he decided to tread lightly, making conversation that would both disarm and probe.
"So, Liu Jing," Shen began, his voice calm but friendly, "you mentioned you learned a breathing technique before joining the sect. That's not very common for people entering the rank 1 initial stage. Did you come from a family of cultivators?"
Liu Jing hesitated for just a second as if caught off guard by the question. Then he shook his head, smiling slightly. "No, nothing like that. My family's just... normal. I happened to cross paths with a wandering cultivator when I was younger. He taught me a basic technique, and said it would help me build a foundation before I could join a sect."
Shen nodded thoughtfully, keeping his expression neutral. A wandering cultivator, huh? It wasn't an unusual story, but it felt... incomplete. Most wandering cultivators wouldn't bother teaching random mortals unless they saw some value in it. "That's fortunate," Shen said with a slight smile. "Not everyone has the luck of meeting a kind cultivator like that. I suppose that gave you a bit of an edge when it came to joining Fallen Sky."
Jing shrugged modestly. "I guess so. It made things easier."
They continued walking, the path winding higher as the mountain began to steepen. The sect's grounds below were slowly shrinking from view, and the sound of distant water trickling from a nearby stream filled the air. The mountain itself was rugged, its stone paths flanked by trees with twisted branches and deep green leaves. Occasionally, Shen would see birds flitting between the trees, their cries echoing through the quiet morning.
Shen decided to prod a bit more, his tone casual. "I noticed you mentioned that you didn't have to wait in the mortal village. It can be a bit dull, spending weeks or even months there before you're allowed to enter the sect grounds. I take it you're not too fond of waiting around?"
Liu Jing gave a light laugh, his voice relaxed. "Who is? I've heard stories about the mortal village—how people wait for months just to get an audience with one of the sect members. I'm glad I was able to skip that step."
Shen smiled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, the sect does love its bureaucracy. They make the mortals wait like cattle until they're deemed 'worthy' enough to step foot inside the outer grounds. I wasn't a fan of it myself, but it seems like it's just part of the game here." Shen's tone took on a slightly bitter edge, though he made sure it wasn't too obvious. "They keep everything tightly controlled—who gets resources, who advances, who gets noticed. But I guess that's just how things work in places like this."
Liu Jing glanced at him, catching the undercurrent in his words. "You don't sound like you're too fond of the sect."
Shen shrugged noncommittally. "It's fine. I'm here to cultivate and gain power, just like everyone else. But the sect politics, the way they handle things... it can be a bit suffocating." He let the words hang in the air for a moment before quickly changing the subject. "But that's enough about me. You must have seen some interesting things while learning from that wandering cultivator. Did he teach you anything beyond the basics?"
Liu Jing was silent for a moment as if considering how much to reveal. "Not really. Just the breathing technique and a few pointers on controlling Qi. He was always traveling, so he didn't stick around long enough to teach me anything advanced."
Shen noted the evasion but didn't press further. Instead, he gave a small, friendly smile. "Well, you've made it this far, and that's impressive on its own. Joining a sect is never easy, and I'm sure you've noticed that already." He gestured toward the weighted gi Liu Jing wore. "Especially with how they like to throw these tests at us. You must have some stamina to be climbing the mountain like this on your first day."
Liu Jing smiled back, though there was a hint of tension in his eyes. "It's been... a challenge, but I'll manage. I've handled worse."
Shen nodded, his mind calculating. He's hiding something. But what?
As they reached a particularly steep section of the path, Shen slowed his pace slightly, falling in line with Liu Jing. "You know," he said casually, "if you don't mind, I could tag along with you to the top. Just in case. These mountain paths can be tricky, and the last thing you want is to trip on a loose stone and crack your head open. Or worse, fall." Shen's tone was light, but there was an underlying sincerity to his offer.
Liu Jing blinked in surprise, then smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Wu Shen. I appreciate it. It's nice to have someone looking out for me."
Shen gave a small, friendly nod. "No problem. We're all here to cultivate and get stronger. No point in making enemies unnecessarily." He paused for a moment, then added, "Besides, I could show you around the sect once you're done with your test. It can be easy to get lost here when you're new, and it's always good to have someone who knows the ins and outs of the place."
Liu Jing's smile widened. "That sounds great. I could use a guide. It's a bit overwhelming, to be honest."
Shen nodded again, keeping his thoughts to himself. Perfect. If Liu Jing was playing a game, then Shen would play along, letting the boy believe he was just a helpful outer disciple. The opportunity to get close to someone with a suppressed cultivation like Jing's was too good to pass up. Whether he planned to use it for leverage or personal gain, it didn't matter. The possibilities were endless.
They continued their climb together, the conversation flowing easily as Shen subtly guided it, probing for more information while appearing nothing more than friendly and supportive. Along the way, they discussed mundane topics—how the sect's training grounds were structured, which halls were most important to visit, and which disciples to avoid. Shen made sure to drop small hints about sect politics and the sometimes unfair treatment of outer disciples, always gauging Liu Jing's reactions.
Liu Jing was careful, but there were moments when he let his guard down, agreeing with Shen's subtle criticisms of the sect's structure. It wasn't much, but it was enough to confirm that the boy wasn't here for purely innocent reasons.
As they neared the top of the mountain, the path grew more treacherous, the rocks uneven and the slope steeper. Shen kept his pace steady, watching Liu Jing out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't particularly concerned about the boy tripping or falling, but the offer to accompany him served its purpose—building trust.
By the time they reached the summit, the early morning mist was lifting, revealing the expansive view of the sect grounds below. Liu Jing seemed slightly winded, but Shen remained calm, his expression as composed as ever.
"Thanks for the company," Liu Jing said, smiling. "I don't think I would have made it up here as easily without you."
Shen smiled back, though his thoughts were already elsewhere. "Don't mention it. Just looking out for a fellow disciple."
As Wu Shen and Liu Jing reached the summit, the morning mist had begun to lift, revealing the sprawling grounds of the sect below them. The path they'd traversed, winding and treacherous, now seemed distant, and the cool, crisp air at the top was filled with the earthy scent of pine and stone. The skies above were clear, the sun's early rays bathing the mountaintop in a soft, golden light.
Standing at the summit, her robes fluttering gently in the breeze, was Elder Li Ruo. Her posture was as commanding as ever, exuding an air of quiet authority. She turned to face the two boys as they approached, her gaze briefly resting on Liu Jing before shifting to Wu Shen. Despite the neutral expression on her face, there was an unmistakable sharpness in her eyes, as though she were assessing more than just the two disciples' physical state.
"Liu Jing," she spoke, her voice smooth and commanding, "you've completed the climb." There was a faint nod of acknowledgment, her tone betraying neither approval nor disappointment. "That is your first step. I expect the rest to be just as diligent."
Liu Jing, clearly relieved at having passed the test, bowed deeply, his voice filled with deference. "Thank you, Elder Li. I'll do my best."
Li Ruo nodded again, then turned her gaze toward Shen, her sharp eyes locking onto him. "Wu Shen," she said, her voice steady but tinged with curiosity, "you've already completed this trial. What brings you here again?"
Shen bowed respectfully, his expression calm and composed. "Elder, I encountered Liu Jing on my way up the mountain. He's new, so I offered to accompany him to ensure there were no accidents along the way."
Li Ruo studied him for a moment, her gaze unwavering. "An outer disciple helping another without being asked?" She tilted her head slightly, a faint trace of skepticism crossing her features. "Not a common occurrence, Wu Shen. You're usually more... reserved."
Shen remained composed, his tone measured. "True, Elder. But it felt practical. If someone were to trip or fall, it would only hinder the sect's work. Better to prevent that, even if it's a small effort."
Li Ruo raised an eyebrow, clearly considering his words. "Practical, indeed." Her expression softened slightly, though her eyes still glinted with that same keen intelligence. "You've always had a knack for seeing the bigger picture."
She paused, then turned her attention back to Liu Jing. "You've done well on your first task, but there are many more trials ahead. Keep that in mind."
Liu Jing bowed again, grateful but still a little overwhelmed. "I understand, Elder. Thank you."
Satisfied with his response, Li Ruo addressed them both. "Wu Shen, since you've already accompanied Liu Jing this far, I expect you to continue helping him. Take him to the key areas of the sect—the Mission Hall, the Training Grounds, the Library, and of course, the dormitories. Ensure he knows the rules and expectations for outer disciples."
Shen inclined his head in agreement. "Of course, Elder. I'd be honored to show him around."
Li Ruo gave a brief, acknowledging nod before turning to leave. Her long robes swept the ground gracefully as she made her way down a separate path, her presence as commanding as ever, even as she disappeared from view.
Once Elder Li was gone, the atmosphere lightened, and Liu Jing let out a breath he'd been holding. "That was... more intense than I expected."
Shen chuckled lightly, his demeanor shifting back to something more relaxed now that they were alone. "She has that effect on people. You'll get used to it."
Liu Jing smiled in return, clearly grateful for Shen's help. "Thanks again, Wu Shen. I appreciate you staying with me. It made the climb easier."
Shen waved off the thanks with a dismissive gesture, though his mind was already calculating. "Don't mention it. It's better to have someone watching your back in a place like this. The sect may look peaceful on the outside, but it's full of competition, whether you realize it or not."
Liu Jing nodded thoughtfully, clearly taking Shen's words to heart. "I've been getting that sense already. Everyone here seems... driven, to say the least."
"Driven is one word for it," Shen agreed, motioning for them to start walking back down the mountain toward the main sect grounds. "But it's more than that. The sect is built on power, and power is earned, not given. Most of the outer disciples are just trying to survive long enough to get noticed. The inner disciples get the real benefits, and the rest of us fight for scraps. It's all about playing the game right."
They walked in silence for a few moments, the weight of Shen's words hanging in the air. Liu Jing seemed to be processing it all, his eyes flicking around the sect grounds as they descended.
As they neared the Mission Hall, Shen decided to keep the conversation light, making sure to maintain the friendly, helpful persona he had been building. "So, Liu Jing, you've passed the first test. What's next on your agenda? Any plans?"
Liu Jing shrugged. "I guess I'll need to take on some missions to accumulate sect points. I've heard that's how we get access to the better resources."
Shen nodded. "That's right. Missions are everything around here. The more points you earn, the more you can buy—pills, herbs, cultivation techniques. It's a long process, but it's the only way to advance unless you get noticed by someone important."
Liu Jing frowned slightly. "Sounds like it's going to take a while."
"It always does," Shen said with a faint smile. "But there are ways to speed things up if you know where to look."
Liu Jing shot him a curious glance. "And I suppose you know where to look?"
Shen smiled again, his eyes gleaming with subtle calculation. "Let's just say I've learned a few things since joining the sect. If you stick around, maybe I'll let you in on a few of them."
Liu Jing chuckled lightly. "I'd appreciate that."
As they entered the Mission Hall, Shen gestured toward the boards of scrolls that lined the walls. "Here's where you'll find most of your work. The missions are posted daily, and they range from simple tasks like gathering herbs to more dangerous jobs outside the sect grounds. The more dangerous the mission, the more points you earn. But be careful—some of these tasks can get you killed if you're not ready."
Liu Jing's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of the mission boards. Disciples were already gathering around them, scanning the various tasks and discussing their options in hushed tones.
Shen continued, "For now, you'll want to stick to the safer missions. Focus on building up your strength and gathering resources. Once you've gained some footing, you can start aiming for the more challenging tasks."
Liu Jing nodded, absorbing the information. "Got it. I'll take it slow for now."
As they finished up in the Mission Hall, Shen led Liu Jing to the Training Grounds, where a handful of disciples were practicing their martial arts. The clang of wooden weapons echoed through the air as pairs of disciples sparred, their movements precise and controlled. Others were meditating in the corners of the grounds, focusing on their Qi circulation.
"The Training Grounds are open to all outer disciples," Shen explained. "You'll want to spend a lot of time here. Cultivation is only part of it—martial prowess is just as important. The elders take notice of those who excel in combat."
Liu Jing watched the sparring disciples with a thoughtful expression. "I'll spend some time here."
After the Training Grounds, Shen showed Liu Jing the Library, where the sect's knowledge was stored. The massive hall was filled with ancient scrolls and books, their shelves stretching as far as the eye could see. The first level was open to all outer disciples, but the second and third levels were restricted, and reserved for inner disciples and elders.
"Most of what you'll need, and have access to, is on the first level," Shen explained as they entered the library. "You can study basic techniques, cultivation methods, and even sect history. But don't expect to find anything too groundbreaking here. The real treasures are locked away upstairs."
Liu Jing nodded, clearly fascinated by the sight of the library. "It's impressive," he murmured.
As they made their way through the library, Shen noticed the occasional glance from other disciples—some curious, others wary. His reputation, it seemed, had already begun to spread after the sparring match with Lan Xiaoyun. Good, Shen thought. Fear is just as useful as respect.
By the time they left the library, the sun was starting to climb higher in the sky, casting long shadows over the sect grounds. Shen could tell that Liu Jing was starting to settle in, though there was still a lot for him to learn.
As they approached the outer disciple dormitories, Liu Jing turned to Shen with a grateful smile. "Thanks again for showing me around. I would've been lost without you."
Shen waved off the gratitude with a casual shrug. "Don't worry about it. Like I said, it's better to have someone looking out for you. Besides, it never hurts to make a few connections in this place."
Liu Jing chuckled, nodding in agreement. "You're right about that."
As they parted ways, Shen watched Liu Jing disappear into the
Dormitory, his mind already calculating the next steps. Liu Jing was a mystery, one that Shen intended to unravel. For now, though, he would play the part of the helpful ally, earning the boy's trust while keeping his true intentions hidden.
After all, in a sect like this, power came not just from cultivation, but from the connections one forged.
Shen continued with the remainder of his daily routine, keeping himself focused and efficient, as always. After completing his task in the Mission Hall and gaining a few more sect points, he made his way to the Medicine Hall. The hall was bustling with activity as disciples moved between stations, refining pills, organizing herbs, and discussing their tasks. Shen, being only a trial disciple, was assigned menial work, helping the full disciples in their pill-refining duties.
He approached the area where Mo Ling, a serious and diligent disciple, was organizing an array of medicinal herbs. Without needing to be asked, Shen silently fell into place, sorting through dried spiritual leaves and preparing them for future use. The scent of herbs filled the hall, the faint earthy and sharp aromas blending in a mixture that had become comforting over time. As Shen worked, he observed the other disciples, absorbing every piece of information he could about their techniques and habits.
Everything here had a purpose. Every task, every motion, was another step closer to his larger goal. His Divine Vision helped him spot inefficiencies in the work around him, but Shen kept his thoughts to himself. The more invisible he remained in this environment, the better.
Hours passed quickly, and soon it was time to break for lunch. Shen left the Medicine Hall without much fuss and made his way to the dining area.
As he entered, his eyes immediately caught sight of Liu Jing, sitting alone at a small table. The boy was halfway through his meal, seemingly lost in thought as he picked at the food on his plate. Shen, always opportunistic, saw this as a chance to further solidify his connection with Jing. With no hesitation, Shen approached, placing his tray on the table and sitting across from him.
"Liu Jing," Shen greeted, smiling slightly. "Eating alone?"
Liu Jing looked up, surprised but not displeased to see Shen. "Yeah, seems that way. I don't mind it though. Keeps things quiet."
Shen chuckled, his expression neutral yet cordial. "Quiet has its benefits, but it doesn't hurt to have company now and then." He took a seat opposite Liu Jing, keeping his tone light. "I thought I'd join you this time. Things have been busy at the Medicine Hall."
Liu Jing smiled, appreciative of the company. "How's that going? You must be learning a lot in there."
"Not as much as I'd like," Shen replied, though there was no disappointment in his tone. "But it's all part of the process. You know how it is in the sect. We work, we learn, we progress—step by step."
Liu Jing nodded, poking at his food. "Yeah, that seems to be the way of it. Everyone's fighting for their spot in this place."
They ate quietly for a moment, the noise of the dining hall filling the air around them. Disciples came and went, chatting and laughing with one another, but many cast glances in Shen's direction, most of them cautious or curious after his recent sparring match. Some whispered, keeping their distance.
After a moment, Shen glanced at Liu Jing. "I wanted to mention something to you. After lunch, I'm heading to the Treasure Hall to stock up on some cultivation boosters."
Liu Jing raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Cultivation boosters?"
Shen nodded. "I'm planning to rent out a private cultivation room for 20 hours. With the increased Qi density, I should be able to break through to rank 1 middle stage." His tone was calm, as though he were speaking about an everyday matter, but there was an underlying intensity.
"That's impressive," Liu Jing said, clearly surprised. "Those rooms aren't cheap. You must be pretty close to a breakthrough."
"Closer than I've ever been," Shen said with a smile. "I spent all my remaining sect points on pills and boosters, so after this, I'll be back to square one. But if I break through, it'll be worth it."
Liu Jing looked impressed, his admiration showing. "That's dedication. I'm still working on gathering enough points myself, but I'm not quite there yet."
Shen shrugged casually. "It's all about timing. When you're ready, you'll know. You can't rush these things." Then, he added, "Once I get through this, maybe we could spar. Friendly match, of course."
Liu Jing smiled. "I'd like that. But I have a feeling you'll be out of my league soon."
Shen waved the comment off with a light chuckle, but his mind was already turning. He had successfully cemented his rapport with Liu Jing, further embedding himself into the boy's world. That connection would prove useful in the future. Everything was moving according to plan.
After finishing his meal, Shen excused himself and made his way to the Treasure Hall. Inside, the shelves were stocked with various resources—herbs, spirit stones, talismans, and most importantly, the cultivationenhancing pills he sought. He approached the disciple managing the shop, and after a brief exchange, handed over all his remaining sect points in exchange for a handful of pills.
He left the Treasure Hall with the pills tucked away in his pouch, his mind focused on the next task. With just enough points left to rent the private cultivation room, he wasted no time in heading toward the cultivation area.
The disciple managing the cultivation rooms, an older man with silver streaks in his hair, greeted him with a nod. "How long?" the man asked, already familiar with Shen's recent purchases.
"20 hours," Shen confirmed, handing over the last of his points.
The man handed him a token. "Room 6 is open."
Shen took the token and made his way to Room 6. The cultivation room was simple, with only a stone mat in the center and softly glowing inscriptions lining the walls. These runes were designed to draw in Qi from the surroundings, concentrating it within the room for the user. The air inside was dense with energy, far more potent than anything available outside. Shen felt the familiar buzz of Qi as soon as he stepped in.
Taking a deep breath, he wasted no time settling into the lotus position in the center of the room. The pills he had purchased were potent but simple in design—meant to enhance absorption and aid in refining the energy coursing through his body. He took two of them, feeling the rush of energy spread through his meridians almost immediately.
Shen closed his eyes and began his cultivation, focusing intensely on refining the Qi within him. The pills worked quickly, amplifying his absorption rate as he drew in the concentrated energy from the room. His breathing became slow and steady, each inhale drawing in more Qi.
Hours passed in a blur. Shen's mind was solely focused on breaking through, his Qi swirling through his meridians in an ever-accelerating cycle. The boundary between the initial stage and the middle stage loomed before him, and Shen, ever calculating, pushed through it with methodical precision.
The final push came after nearly 20 hours of intense cultivation. Shen felt the barrier break, the energy within him surging as he advanced to rank 1 middle stage. His Qi had grown denser, and more refined, and with it came the added benefit of basic spell casting.
Shen stood slowly, feeling the strength coursing through his body. Another step forward, another piece of his plan falling into place. With this advancement, Shen would now be allowed to participate in more dangerous sect missions—missions that held greater rewards.
As he left the room, Shen felt an uncharacteristic flicker of satisfaction.
Leaving the cultivation room, Shen's body felt heavy with fatigue, though his mind was sharp. Meditating for 24 hours had been draining, but he was used to pushing through. While breaking through to rank 1 middle stage was an important milestone, the sense of accomplishment wasn't as satisfying as he had hoped. The familiar sensation of power flowing more easily through his meridians was there, but something about it left him feeling... underwhelmed.
He had read about the importance of elemental roots in cultivation, and how they determined a cultivator's affinity with certain elements when casting spells. Most people had mixed roots, which allowed them to use elemental spells without much difficulty but didn't offer any particular advantages. Shen had hoped for something more—an edge.
However, there were other types of roots—lesser, mediocre, high, and extreme roots. Those with lesser roots had some proficiency with certain elements, boosting the power of their elemental spells slightly. High roots allowed cultivators to cast spells with that element far more efficiently, their techniques becoming more potent. Extreme roots, however, were rare and coveted. They granted such mastery over an element that spells of that type became exceptionally powerful, often rivaling spells of a higher rank.
For example, a cultivator with an extreme fire root could develop physical traits reflecting their affinities, such as flame-like hair or a higher body temperature as they advanced. Spells cast by someone with extreme roots could be overwhelming, turning simple techniques into devastating forces. Unfortunately, Shen's body didn't seem to possess any such unique advantages. He sighed but didn't dwell on the thought for long. Power was not simply given—it had to be taken.
Shen decided to make his next move. Spells were his next priority now that he had reached rank 1 middle stage. With access to spells, he could finally harness the Qi he had accumulated and begin to truly refine his combat abilities. He made his way to the library, a large hall filled with the knowledge of generations of cultivators.
Inside, rows upon rows of shelves housed scrolls, spell parchments, and ancient tomes. The library's first level was open to all outer disciples, while the higher floors, containing more advanced techniques and secrets, were restricted to inner disciples and elders. Shen walked past other disciples who were deep in study, his eyes scanning the titles until he found the section dedicated to rank 1 spells.
The five primary elements—Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, and Water—each had their category of basic spells for cultivators. Shen studied the parchments closely, knowing he needed to choose wisely. Each element offered something useful for battle or survival, and Shen was already calculating which would serve him best.
Basic Rank 1 Spells:
1. Wood Element Vine Lash:
Summons a long, flexible vine that lashes out at a target, capable of inflicting minor damage or binding a target's limbs. Useful for restraining enemies or manipulating the environment.
2. Fire Element Flickering Ember:
A small, concentrated burst of flame that can be projected at an opponent. While not overly powerful, it is quick and can distract or wound enemies when used strategically.
3. Earth Element Stone Guard:
Forms a protective barrier of stone around the caster, shielding them from physical attacks. While not as durable as higher-level spells, it provides enough defense in close combat situations.
4. Metal Element Steel Strike:
Temporarily hardens the caster's hand into a metallic form, increasing the force and sharpness of physical strikes. Ideal for hand-to-hand combat situations.
5. Water Element Ripple Shroud:
Creates a thin veil of mist around the caster, obscuring vision and making it harder for opponents to land precise attacks. In addition to stealth, it also cools the surroundings.
Shen examined each spell parchment, noting their descriptions and the resources required to learn them. Spell parchments were expensive, crafted from special materials that could hold the essence of the spell until it was transferred to the cultivator. Each rank 1 spell parchment costs between 500 and 2,500 sect points, depending on the complexity of the spell. Shen frowned slightly. Having spent all his sect points on his recent breakthrough, buying any spell parchments was out of the question for now.
But learning the spell wasn't as simple as just reading from a parchment. Spells were imprinted into the soul through a process that consumed spirit stones. Spirit stones, the currency of cultivators, held concentrated Qi. When learning a spell, the cultivator would guide their Qi through the spell parchment, absorbing the energy of a spirit stone to inscribe the technique into their soul.
The process required focus and precision. A single mistake could waste the spell parchment and the spirit stone, and possibly harm the cultivator's Qi flow. The energy from the spirit stone was transferred into the soul, where the spell's essence would become a permanent part of the cultivator's abilities, allowing them to summon the spell whenever necessary.
Shen felt a slight pang of frustration as he considered the cost of learning spells. Each spirit stone cost 50 set points, and he would need several to imprint even a basic spell. Accumulating enough sect points to purchase both a spell parchment and spirit stones would take time, but it was the only way forward.
Shen slid the parchments back into place, his expression neutral. There was no use rushing—patience was part of the process. For now, he would need to focus on gathering more points through missions, ensuring he could afford the necessary resources to advance.
Leaving the library, Shen made his way back to the sect grounds. His routine was set: missions during the day, training in the evening, and cultivation at night. The path to power was slow, but each step was deliberate. He had to build his strength, accumulate resources, and stay ahead of those around him.
As he walked back toward his dormitory, Shen's thoughts turned to the future. Spells were important, but his goals stretched far beyond basic techniques. The sect's hidden opportunities, alliances, and rivalries—were the real tools for survival and growth.
For now, though, Shen would focus on mastering the foundations. He could already feel the strength growing within him, the first steps toward something greater. The path to power was clear, even if it was filled with obstacles.
Tomorrow, he would begin again—missions, training, and cultivation. The world around him moved on, but Shen's gaze was fixed on the future. Nothing would stop him from rising.
Three months had passed, and New Year's Day had arrived, marking a turning point in the sect. Shen had spent this time wisely, working diligently through missions, accumulating sect points, and growing his influence subtly among the outer disciples. He had replaced the weighted gi with a heavier one and had even earned enough sect points to purchase and learn his first spell—Water Element Ripple Shroud.
The spell was simple but useful, allowing Shen to summon a veil of mist that could obscure his presence. It was a vital tool for escape or creating confusion during battle, and Shen had practiced its use to perfection. Now, as the New Year approached, Shen found himself standing among the sea of disciples, gathered outside the main hall where the sect leaders would address them.
The sun had set, and the courtyard in front of the sect leader's grand building was illuminated by flickering lanterns, casting long shadows over the crowd. Sect Leader Deng Tingfeng, a man known for his Golden Core Formation Peak Stage, stood on a raised platform, flanked by the Disciplinary Hall Elder Xiao Jian. Both men exuded power, their auras a reminder of the vast distance between the outer disciples and the true leadership of the sect.
Shen stood near the back, his face impassive as always, observing the leader as they began their speech.
Sect Leader Deng Tingfeng raised his hand, and the murmuring crowd fell silent. His voice was deep and resonant, carrying across the courtyard with ease.
"Disciples of the Fallen Sky Sect, I wish you all a prosperous and successful New Year," Deng began, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "This is a time of celebration, of reflection on the past year's efforts, and a time to look forward to what lies ahead. You have all worked hard, and I commend your dedication."
The crowd responded with murmurs of appreciation, but Shen remained focused, his mind still calculating his next steps. His recent acquisition of the Ripple Shroud spell had given him an edge, but it wasn't enough. He needed more.
Deng continued, his voice becoming more formal. "As we welcome the New Year, I remind you of our traditions. Ensure your quarters are cleaned thoroughly and decorated properly with red paper cuts and couplets on your windows and doors. This is not just for aesthetics—it symbolizes clearing the old and making way for the new, ensuring good fortune in the year ahead."
Shen noted the subtle undertone. In this world, appearances mattered. Even the simplest traditions had deeper meanings, reflecting the sect's values of order and discipline. The red paper cuts were a common practice during the New Year, believed to ward off evil spirits and bring luck, a belief that seemed quaint to Shen, but one he knew better than to ignore.
Xiao Jian, the Disciplinary Hall Elder, stepped forward next, his stern gaze scanning the disciples. "For those of you wishing to participate in the festivities in the town below, the sect will grant you 50 contribution points if you do so and have a fellow disciple vouch for you. These points are a reflection of your integration with the community and your role in upholding the sect's reputation among the common folk."
The crowd stirred with interest at the mention of contribution points. Contribution points were valuable currency, allowing disciples to exchange them for materials, techniques, or privileges within the sect. For outer disciples like Shen, 50 contribution points were a decent reward for something as simple as participating in the festivities.
But Shen remained silent, calculating whether the effort was worth it. Festivities with the mortals below? Shen knew better than to dismiss any opportunity outright. The connections one could make, even in a festive setting, might yield unexpected benefits. And, as always, contribution points were never to be ignored.
As the sect leader and the elder finished their speeches, the crowd began to disperse. Shen turned his thoughts inward, mentally organizing his plans for the coming days. His cultivation had progressed steadily, and now with Ripple Shroud at his disposal, his ability to handle certain challenges had improved. But there was much more to be done.
Shen glanced around at the other disciples, watching their interactions, noting the alliances and rivalries that had begun to form. Some were already discussing their plans for the New Year's festivities in the town below, eager to earn contribution points and show off their status. Others spoke excitedly about the red paper cuts and decorations they were planning for their dorms, treating the tradition with reverence.
Shen's expression remained unreadable as he observed them. These surface-level games were not his concern. His focus was on advancing, reaching the next level of cultivation, and finding the next source of power. But for now, he would play along, observing, calculating, and waiting for the right moment to strike.
As the night deepened, Shen quietly returned to his quarters. Yan Shi, his roommate, was already busy hanging red decorations on their door and windows, humming a New Year's tune to himself.
"Shen, you're back!" Yan Zhigreeted with a broad grin, motioning to the red papers he had strung up. "I figured I'd get ahead of the cleaning and decorating. You know how the elders are about this kind of thing."
Shen nodded, not particularly invested in the task but aware of the necessity. "Good thinking," he replied, moving to the small basin in the corner of the room to wash his hands.
"So, are you going to the town tomorrow? I'm thinking about going with a few others," Yan Zhi continued, clearly excited about the upcoming celebration. "I hear the mortals put on quite a show for the New Year. And the contribution points don't hurt either."
Shen glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly in thought. Festivities… connections… points. All part of the game. "I haven't decided yet," he said after a moment. "But the points are tempting."
"Yeah, well, let me know if you do decide to come. I've already got a group, and I can vouch for you." Yan Zhiflashed a grin before returning to his decorations.
Shen offered a small nod of acknowledgment, but his mind was elsewhere. The town below the sect had its uses. Mortal festivals, while superficial, were an opportunity to blend in, observe, and perhaps uncover useful information.
As Shen prepared for bed, his mind was always focused on the bigger picture.
Tomorrow, Shen would decide his next course of action. The New Year's festivities could prove useful, or they could be a distraction. Either way, Shen would approach them with the same cold calculation he applied to every part of his life.
The morning light crept into the small dormitory, casting a soft glow over the two simple beds that Shen and his roommate, Yan Shi, occupied. As usual, Shen awoke precisely at his scheduled time, his body and mind already accustomed to the discipline he had imposed upon himself. Six hours of sleep, no more, no less. It was a habit cultivated over years of efficiency in his past life. He sat up slowly, taking a moment to stretch and clear the lingering fog from his mind.
Yan Shi, still half asleep, groaned and lazily rolled out of bed. "Morning, Shen," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
Shen merely nodded in acknowledgment as he began to wash his face with the cool water from the basin in the corner of the room. After getting dressed in their sect robes, the two left the dormitory together, walking toward the sect's dining hall. The day was New Year's, and the morning air carried with it a sense of excitement and anticipation that buzzed through the sect.
When they reached the dining hall, the usual morning chatter filled the air as disciples gathered in small groups, many of them eagerly discussing the day's festivities and plans. Shen and Yan Zhi walked over to an empty table and sat down to eat, the aroma of freshly cooked food filling the air.
"Come on, Shen," Yan Zhistarted as they ate. "You should come with me and the others to the festival in the mortal village. It's going to be fun—fireworks, food, all that stuff. And you'll earn contribution points. What's there to lose?"
Shen listened without really listening, his eyes scanning the room as Yan Zhi continued to prod him about joining. He wasn't particularly interested in the festival itself, but the contribution points did offer a mild incentive. Still, there were other reasons to attend the festivities. The mortal village could provide opportunities to observe and interact with people outside the sect—a chance to learn more about how the sect was viewed from the outside and to deepen his understanding of the dynamics at play.
However, before he could respond to Yan Shi, Shen's attention shifted to someone else across the dining hall—Liu Jing, the young man with the hidden cultivation, quietly eating alone at a corner table. Shen's mind flicked through their earlier conversations, the carefully constructed rapport he'd been building with Liu Jing. This was a chance to solidify that connection further.
Without hesitation, Shen waved Liu Jing over. "Liu Jing! Come, sit with us."
Yan Zhiblinked in surprise, his words about the festival cut off as Liu Jing approached their table. The blond-haired boy nodded politely to Shen and Yan Zhibefore sitting down, his movements deliberate but calm.
"Yan Shi, this is Liu Jing. He's recently joined the sect, same as me. Liu Jing, this is Yan Shi—my roommate," Shen said, introducing the two. His voice was casual, but there was always an underlying purpose in his interactions. Everything he did had a calculated reason, even if it wasn't obvious on the surface.
The two exchanged brief pleasantries, though Liu Jing seemed a bit reserved, his quiet nature contrasting with Yan Shi's more easygoing personality. Shen broke the silence, steering the conversation in the direction he had planned all along.
"Liu Jing, are you going to participate in the festivities in town today?" Shen asked, his eyes studying the other boy closely.
Liu Jing shook his head. "I have no one to vouch for me going, so I suppose it doesn't matter. I'll likely stay here."
Shen leaned back slightly, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Well, that's a waste, especially with the contribution points being offered. Since Yan Zhiis going with his group of friends, why don't you come along with us? I'll vouch for you."
Yan Shi, caught off guard, opened his mouth to protest. "Wait, Shen—"
But Shen, calmly and decisively, cut him off. "It's no trouble. More company is better, right? Besides, the more the merrier at festivals like this."
Liu Jing hesitated for a moment, glancing between Shen and Yan Shi, who was still trying to object, but the decision was already made. Liu Jing nodded. "All right, if you're sure. I'll come along."
Yan Zhilooked like he wanted to say something more but ultimately gave in with a resigned shrug. "Yeah, sure. More the merrier, I guess."
After a quiet but enjoyable lunch, the three of them left the sect grounds and headed to the outer village, where they were to meet up with Yan Shi's friends for the New Year's festivities. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm light over the scene as they made their way down the winding path. Disciples and mortals alike filled the streets, their spirits lifted by the occasion.
In the mortal village, the festival was already in full swing. The streets were lined with red paper lanterns, casting a soft glow, and the air was filled with the rich scents of street food. Stalls selling all kinds of festive goods lined the roads, and laughter filled the air as children ran about, enjoying the celebration. The group wandered through the flower market, admiring the bright displays of chrysanthemums, plum blossoms, and other flowers symbolic of the New Year. Shen remained observant, watching the interactions between the sect disciples and the mortals.
As they made their way through the festival, they stopped at various temple fairs, where monks offered blessings and performed rituals to ensure good fortune for the coming year. Liu Jing, for his part, seemed to enjoy the atmosphere. He stayed close to Shen and Yan Shi, appreciating the simple pleasures of the festival.
They soon came across a performance of the lion and dragon dances. The dancers moved with precision, their movements accompanied by the rhythmic beat of drums and the clashing of cymbals. The crowd cheered as the lion dancers performed acrobatic stunts, leaping through the air with grace and strength.
Shen watched with detached interest, his mind turning as he studied the crowd. This was not just a celebration—it was an opportunity to understand the relationship between the sect and the mortal world. The villagers looked at the sect's disciples with a mixture of reverence and curiosity. These people depended on the sect for protection, and they knew it. Power dynamics were at play, even in something as festive as a New Year's celebration.
As the day wore on, the group carried lanterns through the village, their soft glow lighting the streets as they ate tangyuan, the sweet glutinous rice balls symbolic of reunion and harmony. The taste was sweet, and the atmosphere was light, though Shen's mind never fully drifted away from his calculations. The mortal village, the festival, the people—everything had its place in the grand scheme of things.
Finally, the evening came to a close with the sound of firecrackers popping in the air and the vibrant display of fireworks lighting up the night sky. The crackling explosions reflected in the eyes of the gathered crowd, their cheers ringing out as the night turned to celebration.
Shen, standing at the edge of the crowd, watched the fireworks with a faint smile. The festivities had been pleasant enough, but more importantly, he had deepened his rapport with both Liu Jing and Yan Shi. The ties he was building now would serve him well in the future, though he was careful to reveal only as much of himself as necessary. Power was a game of subtlety, and Shen was patient.
As the last of the fireworks exploded in the sky, Shen turned to his companions. "Well, I think that's enough excitement for one day. Time to head back."
They made their way back up the mountain, the festive atmosphere gradually giving way to the quiet solitude of the sect. As they returned to their dormitories, Shen's mind was already moving on to the next step in his plans.
The day after the festival, Wu Shen received the summons he had been expecting. The Medicine Hall Elder had called for him to take the test for the coveted position of a disciple within the Medicine Hall. He arrived at the hall early in the morning, mentally prepared for the challenge ahead. The large stone building loomed over him, its structure ancient yet filled with the faint hum of Qi that seemed to emanate from the herb gardens behind it.
When he entered the hall, nine other hopeful disciples stood alongside him, each one eyeing the others with varying degrees of wariness. Some wore confident expressions, clearly ready for the test, while others seemed more anxious, glancing around as if seeking comfort in the presence of their peers. Shen kept his face impassive, his cold gaze calculating each of the competitors.
The Medicine Hall Elder, a tall, composed man with silver streaks running through his hair, stepped forward from behind the rows of pill furnaces that had been set up for the test. His deep voice echoed through the hall as he addressed the group. "Today, you will each have a chance to prove your skill in pill refinement. There are only two slots available for discipleship within the Medicine Hall. Your task is simple: use the materials provided to refine a basic cultivation enhancement pill. The two most successful refinements will secure the positions."
He paused, looking at each contestant in turn. "A few things to keep in mind—tampering directly with another contestant's furnace is strictly prohibited. However, no rules are preventing you from using your materials how you see fit."
Shen's eyes gleamed with understanding. The elder hadn't directly stated it, but the rules allowed for clever interpretations. There was no restriction against 'helping' others. This loophole was all Shen needed to exploit.
The elder gave a signal, and the test began. Each participant rushed to their assigned pill furnace, their hands deftly gathering the various ingredients needed to create the pill. The atmosphere became tense as the sound of grinding herbs and the soft hum of furnaces filled the hall.
Shen, keeping his face blank, quickly prepared his ingredients. The cultivation enhancement pill was a basic formula, something that wouldn't be particularly hard to create if you followed the steps exactly. However, what truly mattered in this test wasn't just creating the pill—it was making sure his competition failed. He only needed a pill that was slightly above the lowest standard to secure his spot.
Carefully, Shen started the refining process, placing his ingredients into the furnace with practiced precision. The soft blue glow of the furnace reflected off his face as he controlled the heat and Qi flow. His eyes flickered briefly toward his competitors, assessing their progress.
Some were skilled, their movements fluid and confident as they managed the Qi-infused flames. Others were less practiced, already showing signs of nervousness as they tried to maintain the correct balance of ingredients and heat.
Shen allowed himself a small smirk. Perfect targets.
Without drawing attention, Shen used only the bare minimum of his materials for his pill, just enough to ensure that he would produce a result. The pill wouldn't be perfect, but it didn't need to be. He carefully reserved the rest of his ingredients for the real task.
His eyes darted toward the nearest contestant. A girl with a furrowed brow focused intently on her furnace. Her hands moved quickly, but there was a slight hesitation in her movements—an opening Shen could exploit.
With a subtle flick of his wrist and a soft wave of Qi, Shen directed a small portion of his unused materials toward her furnace. It was such a minute amount that she would overlook immediately, but it was enough to destabilize her balance of Qi. A few moments later, her furnace sputtered, the soft hum turning into a sharp crackle as her refinement began to fail. Her eyes widened in shock as smoke began to rise from her furnace.
One down.
Shen repeated the process, moving swiftly and efficiently. With each subtle gesture, he sent tiny portions of his ingredients into the furnaces of the other contestants. Their focus was entirely on their refinements, leaving them oblivious to the interference. One by one, the furnaces around him began to fail—a hiss of steam here, a burst of Qi imbalance there. Faces contorted in panic as the contestants tried to salvage their work, but it was already too late for most of them.
The hall grew tense, as one by one, the contestants realized they were failing—all but one.
Only one contestant remained unscathed, their furnace humming with stability. Shen, however, didn't panic. He had deliberately left one competitor to succeed. If everyone else failed, his subpar pill might be too obvious. But as long as one other person succeeded, his pill—though not perfect—would be enough to secure the second spot.
Minutes it was ticked by. As the deadline approached, Shen kept a careful eye on his furnace. The pill inside had taken shape, though it wasn't as polished as it could be. The glow of the Qi-infused flames dimmed as he cooled the furnace, the process complete. He lifted the lid and carefully retrieved the pill, a small, slightly uneven sphere that shimmered faintly in the light. Subpar, but adequate.
The Medicine Hall Elder stepped forward, surveying the results. He looked at the failed contestants with disappointment but showed no visible reaction to Shen's obvious sabotage. When his gaze fell on the two remaining pills, Shen's and the other contestant's, he simply nodded.
"Two have passed the test," the elder announced. "These two will take their places as disciples of the Medicine Hall."
Shen bowed slightly, his face an emotionless mask. Victory was his, not because of superior skill, but because he had exploited the system to his advantage. This test had been about more than just refinement—it had been about control, about turning his environment into a tool for his success.
As the other contestants left the hall in frustration, Shen pocketed his subpar pill and stepped forward to accept his new role.
Wu Shen's new routine quickly fell into place after earning his position in the Medicine Hall. His life now followed a strict and precise schedule, each day bringing him closer to his goals. He had taken the elder's test and passed not by luck but by exploiting the rules to their fullest extent, just as he intended to continue doing.
Shen woke precisely at 6:00 AM every morning, his internal clock conditioned through years of discipline, both in his past life and in this one. The stillness of dawn greeted him as he sat up in bed, stretching his limbs with slow, deliberate movements. He shared his room with Yan Zhi, who, by contrast, took a more relaxed approach to waking up.
Yan Zhi groaned softly as he rolled out of bed. "You're always up so early, Shen. Can't you sleep in, at least once?"
Shen ignored the comment, his mind already focused on the day ahead. He dressed in his sect robes, noting how the new weighted gi—even heavier than the last felt more natural on his body.
7:00 AM Breakfast
Shen and Yan Zhi made their way to the dining hall, where the familiar scent of breakfast filled the air. Disciples gathered in small groups, their conversations lively as they talked about missions, training, and sect gossip. Shen sat down at their usual spot, while Yan Zhi joined him with a more casual air, chatting with some passing disciples along the way.
"Are you going to study again in the library after this?" Yan Zhi asked between bites of his meal.
"Of course," Shen replied calmly, not looking up from his plate. "There's always more to learn."
As they ate, Liu Jing entered the hall, his soft blond hair catching the morning light as he scanned the room. Spotting Shen, he walked over and greeted him with a polite nod.
"Mind if I join you?" Jing asked.
"Go ahead," Shen replied with a faint smile, making room for him at the table.
The three ate in relative silence, though Yan Zhi occasionally tried to engage Liu Jing in conversation. Shen, for his part, listened more than he spoke, subtly guiding the topics whenever necessary. His mind was always working, always calculating. Every relationship was a tool, and he was careful not to reveal too much about himself.
After breakfast, Shen would spend the next few hours in the sect's library, immersing himself in the vast collection of books on cultivation techniques, pill refinement, and martial arts. The library was a place of silence and focus, its walls lined with ancient scrolls and books detailing centuries of cultivation knowledge.
Shen's primary goal was to research spells. He had already saved up enough sect points for one, but he wanted more—two more spells to complement the Ripple Shroud he had already learned. The process of learning a spell was costly, requiring both sect points and spirit stones. But Shen was patient. He understood that true power was built over time, with each carefully chosen step leading him toward his eventual goal of immortality.
He often found himself lost in thought as he read, contemplating the intricacies of cultivation and how best to use them to his advantage. The books he read were valuable, not just for the knowledge they contained but for the insight they provided into how the world worked. Power was a game, and Shen intended to win.
Every day, Shen made sure to maintain his relationship with Liu Jing, eating lunch together in the dining hall. Their conversations were light, usually revolving around sect matters or shared observations about their fellow disciples. Shen carefully cultivated their friendship, aware that Liu Jing's hidden cultivation meant he was someone worth keeping close to.
"Are you still working on your pill refinement?" Jing asked one afternoon, biting into a dumpling.
Shen nodded. "The Medicine Hall keeps me busy. It's good work, though—better than the usual missions most disciples are assigned."
Jing smiled. "Must be nice, earning more sect points that way."
"It is," Shen replied with a calm smile, though his mind was already planning his next move. Points were everything in the sect. They could be used to buy spells, resources, and even favors. Shen's accumulation of points was a strategic effort, allowing him to build a foundation that others couldn't easily see.
After lunch, Shen would head to the Medicine Hall, where his duties as a disciple assistant continued. His role involved assisting with the refinement of pills for the sect, a job that granted him more sect points than the standard missions most outer disciples completed. Pill refinement was an art form, requiring precision, patience, and control over one's Qi.
The elder overseeing the hall often gave Shen additional tasks, recognizing his potential, though the work was grueling. The process of refining pills required long hours in front of a furnace, controlling the flames and Qi flow to ensure the ingredients were perfectly balanced. Each mistake could lead to a failed pill, costing the sect valuable resources.
But Shen didn't mind the hard work. Every successful refinement not only earned him points but also valuable experience in Qi control and pacing—both of which would be crucial as he progressed in his cultivation. He learned by watching the other disciples, picking up techniques and tricks along the way.
After a long day of work, Shen would return to the dining hall for a quick dinner. Most of the other disciples were busy socializing, but Shen preferred to keep to himself. Occasionally, he would sit with Yan Zhi or Liu Jing, but his thoughts were always elsewhere, focused on his plans.
As soon as dinner ended, Shen would make his way to the training grounds, where he trained with intense focus. Martial arts were a vital part of a cultivator's foundation, and Shen had no intention of neglecting his physical abilities. He trained until his body was pushed to the limit, sweat pouring from his brow as he practiced each form with precision.
His new weighted gi had become a part of his routine as well, its added weight increasing the intensity of his training. Each punch, each kick, each block was practiced with careful attention to detail, his movements growing sharper with each passing day.
Shen often trained late into the night, ignoring the stares of the other disciples who wondered why he pushed himself so hard. But Shen wasn't training for their approval—he was training for himself, for the power he knew would come with dedication and perseverance.
By the time Shen returned to his room, his body would be exhausted, but his mind was as sharp as ever. He climbed into bed, letting his muscles relax as he lay there, thinking about the day's events. Every point, every interaction, every bit of training was part of a larger plan. He wasn't in a hurry. He knew that power took time to accumulate, and he was patient.
Shen had been deliberately saving his sect points for a purpose. Instead of using them immediately for cultivation boosters or minor rewards, he was stockpiling them for something more important. He intended to purchase two more spells, each of which would require significant resources. The Ripple Shroud spell had been his first, but he knew that his power would only truly grow once he had a more versatile set of skills to rely on.
[Not part of the chapter but I thought I'd include an extended list of possible spells that might appear in later chapters.]
1. Qi Disruption
Type: Offensive/Utility
Effect: This spell allows the caster to send a small burst of chaotic Qi into the opponent's meridians, temporarily disrupting their Qi flow. It weakens the opponent's ability to cast spells or manipulate Qi for a short period, making them vulnerable to physical attacks.
Limitations: Lasts only for 1015 seconds, effective mostly against cultivators of the same rank.
2. Frost Touch
Type: Offensive/Utility
Effect: By focusing Qi into their hands, the caster generates an aura of cold. When touched, the affected area will freeze over, temporarily slowing down the opponent's movements and causing frostbite-like damage.
Limitations: Must be in close contact with the target, and the effect fades after a few seconds of being away from the caster.
3. Silent Step
Type: Utility
Effect: This spell muffles the caster's steps, breathing, and even heartbeat, making them virtually undetectable by sound. This is a favored spell for espionage or ambushes, allowing the caster to move quietly through any environment.
Limitations: The spell drains Qi quickly and requires the caster to move slowly.
4. Iron Skin
Type: Defensive
Effect: Temporarily hardens the caster's skin to the toughness of iron, reducing damage from physical blows or weapon attacks. The spell lasts for about 510 minutes, offering decent protection in a fight.
Limitations: The spell does not protect against internal injuries, poison, or Qibased attacks.
5. Phantom Blade
Type: Offensive
Effect: A sharp blade made of pure Qi energy forms in the caster's hand. This blade is invisible to the naked eye but can cut through most physical objects and opponents with relative ease.
Limitations: The blade exists only for 1015 seconds and requires concentration to maintain, making it difficult to use in complex combat situations.
6. Stone Fist
Type: Offensive
Effect: The caster channels Qi into their fist, turning it as hard as stone and increasing its striking power exponentially. A single punch with Stone Fist can break rocks or severely injure an opponent.
Limitations: After the spell fades, the caster's fist may feel heavy and fatigued, reducing punching speed.
7. Shadow Veil
Type: Utility/Defensive
Effect: Envelops the caster in a cloak of shadow, making them harder to detect by sight. This can be useful for escaping or sneaking through dark environments unnoticed.
Limitations: The spell is most effective at night or in lowlight areas; it is nearly useless in daylight or brightly lit areas.
8. Vital Surge
Type: Utility/Healing
Effect: This spell temporarily boosts the caster's stamina, allowing them to run, fight, or perform other physically demanding tasks without tiring. It also speeds up the recovery of minor injuries.
Limitations: After the effects wear off, the caster experiences extreme fatigue and muscle soreness.
9. Feather Light
Type: Utility
Effect: The caster's body becomes incredibly light, allowing them to jump higher, move faster, and fall from great heights without injury. This spell is often used for parkourlike movement across uneven terrain.
Limitations: Reduces physical strength while the spell is active, making hand-to-hand combat less effective.
10. Blinding Flash
Type: Offensive/Utility
Effect: The caster emits a burst of blinding light from their body, disorienting enemies and making it difficult for them to see or aim for a short period. This is primarily used as a defensive maneuver to escape or gain the upper hand in combat.
Limitations: The flash is only effective within a limited radius and does not affect enemies who are blind or have protective eyewear.
11. Spirit Drain
Type: Offensive
Effect: The caster sends a thread of Qi toward their opponent, siphoning a small portion of their life force. This weakens the opponent's stamina and mental focus while replenishing the caster's energy.
Limitations: The amount drained is minimal, and using this on someone of a higher rank could backfire.
12. Wind Step
Type: Utility/Offensive
Effect: The caster can move with incredible speed, using bursts of wind to enhance their running or dodging ability. This spell makes the caster faster and more agile, allowing them to dodge attacks with ease.
Limitations: Drains Qi rapidly, and the spell lasts for only 1020 seconds before requiring reactivation.
13. Barrier of Thorns
Type: Defensive
Effect: The caster generates a temporary barrier made of thornlike Qi energy. This barrier protects them from direct attacks, while the thorns damage anyone who gets too close.
Limitations: The barrier is fragile and can only withstand a few strong blows before collapsing.
14. Ember Palm
Type: Offensive
Effect: The caster's palm ignites with fire, allowing it to strike an enemy with a fiery touch. Upon contact, the enemy is burned and set aflame, causing continuous damage until the flames are extinguished.
Limitations: Requires close-range combat, and the caster must have firebased Qi to maintain it.
15. Qi Pulse
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Effect: Releases a shockwave of pure Qi energy in all directions, pushing enemies back and disrupting their movements. This is often used to create space in crowded combat situations or to knock back weaker opponents.
Limitations: The pulse can't cause serious damage and is most effective against opponents of equal or lower rank.
16. Echo Voice
Type: Utility
Effect: Amplifies the caster's voice, allowing them to project their speech over long distances or create loud sounds to distract or disorient opponents. This is especially useful for issuing commands in large groups or causing confusion in battle.
Limitations: The caster's voice can strain after prolonged use, and the spell is ineffective in noisy environments.
17. Water Step
Type: Utility
Effect: Allows the caster to walk on water or other liquid surfaces for a short period, making travel across rivers or lakes easier. This spell is favored by those who need to traverse difficult terrain.
Limitations: The spell's duration is limited, and strong currents or storms can disrupt its effectiveness.
18. Illusory Mirror
Type: Utility/Defensive
Effect: Creates a mirrorlike illusion of the caster that mimics their movements. Enemies may be confused as to which is the real caster, allowing the caster to gain an advantage in combat or escape unnoticed.
Limitations: The illusion is fragile and fades after being struck once.
19. Qi Arrow
Type: Offensive
Effect: The caster forms an arrow of Qi energy in their hand and fires it at a target. The arrow moves quickly and can pierce through weaker defenses. This spell is favored by cultivators who prefer long-range combat.
Limitations: Accuracy depends on the caster's Qi control, and the arrow dissipates after a short distance.
20. Turtle Shell Defense
Type: Defensive
Effect: The caster surrounds themselves with a hard shell of Qi energy, protecting them from incoming attacks. While inside, the caster cannot move but is shielded from physical and minor Qi based attacks.
Limitations: The caster is immobile while the shell is active, making it unsuitable for prolonged use in battle.