Tonight, the disciples of the Crimson Snow Sect were not going to have a peaceful sleep. Every mountain peak was alive, huts lit up well past midnight, walls bearing witness to many hushed voices and intense debates.
Han Xuhan’s attempts to fan the flas around his business sche had been conducted through rumors that not many trusted, but the incident during Xuanyuan Zhou’s lecture had wiped the slate clean to begin a new mode of publicity.
Everyone had seen the heavenly phenonon encompassing Crimson Snow Sect’s evening sky, the soundless lightning bolts storming the Heavenly Hailstorm Mountain Peak, and the panicking, airborne figures of their Elders, their Mountain Masters, and the Sect Master himself.
About a hundred and fifty people were direct witnesses to the actual incident, and they had returned to their mountains after sunset shellshocked. Every disciple who had attended the lecture had been surrounded and grilled by their peers and seniors, all curious to understand what was going on.
Who was their mysterious lecturer?
Were they even a disciple of the previous generation?
Why did they hide their identity?
What was the mysterious cultivation technique even about?
Why did the lecture attract heavenly tribulation clouds?
What did the authorities of the sect intend to do after apprehending them?
Was the challenge event still active?
Were there going to be any future lessons for them to attend?
The questions were nurous, but nobody could reach a conclusion over these debates. The organizer himself had no idea, and there wasn’t anyone else to get an answer from. The senior disciples who had promoted the sche till today were just as flabbergasted.
As the fog pervading the air of the sect thickened with the night, the rumors began to coagulate into fearful tales and wild claims.
The original perpetrator behind the sche, Han Xuhan, was not aware of the impact the lecture had had on his fellow disciples. He was up late that night for another reason—interrogating his second skeleton soldier.
"Now tell about yourself. I know you don’t have your mories, so you can skip naming yourself. The one I got for you is pretty good. It’s a magnificent na for a servant of my magnificent self. TUN! SHI! TIAN!"
Han Xuhan laughed uproariously, spreading his hands apart like a protagonist introducing their ace weapon to the villain.
The skeleton owl’s response was a bit unexpected. It actually sounded excited about bearing such a Chunni-style na.
"...Ah? Tun Shi Tian? That’s not too bad. It has a rich and grandiose flavor! I just disagree with the nickna. I’m a buff, healthy man. You shouldn’t call Tiantian or Little Tian."
Han Xuhan was caught off guard, but he realized that the owl was starting to compromise after getting a taste of his current situation. He had to pressure him into giving in more ground!
"I see no proof of your manhood in that skeletal body of yours. As for your voice, it seems to belong to a young teenager. Whether it’s male or female, it is hard to tell. You owls all sound the sa to . Why would I believe you?"
The owl flew off into a raging fit once more.
"Racism! This is species-based discrimination! You’re abusing the working class to satiate your sadistic tendencies! I don’t have any reason to lie about my gender, damn you!"
"Alright, alright, stop crying, my buff, healthy, totally male minion." Han Xuhan threw his hands up in the air mockingly.
"If you behave, maybe I’ll change your nickna into sothing more manly. Now talk about yourself. What do you rember from the ti before I summoned you? What do you think your identity is? Is there any fragnted information in your head associated with your common sense and worldview?"
The owl maintained its silence for a while, deep in introspection.
"I was a naless soul, floating along the curves of a celestial river without mories, or an aim, nor thoughts for a long ti, or it might just have been a few seconds. There was no sense of ti in that state. I do not know who I am, but I understand much, and recognize things around here that I have no mory of.
"After gaining my consciousness within that tower you restrain in, I contemplated what makes so special, such an oddity. Perhaps I am an emissary chosen by the celestials in heaven, a son of destiny, a fated soul on a mission.
"But alas, alas, alas! What an irony of fate it is that I have been captured by a devil-like you before I could set out on my journey. Tell , in my place, could you accept such a twist of fate? Could you accept being forced to serve a talentless trash as his cannon fodder?"
At this point, Han Xuhan cast a dark look at the kitchen. Did Zhanxian really describe him as a trash to this idiot bird? No wonder their first-ever exchange started off like that...
"But perhaps this was also ant to be. Perhaps you shall be my stepping stone, the catalyst that will guide on my way. Mmmm... I understand now, this is all a test from the heavens!
"For now, I’ll choose to serve you. But I’ll prevail one day and regain my freedom, demon! Rember that!" The owl finished its lantation passionately, head cocked towards the sky.
"Very cute, Tiantian. I’ll never forget this challenge you’ve thrown at , you rember that as well!"
He clicked his tongue and canceled the summoning spell, sending the owl back to his spiritual world before it could start screaming again.
That was quite an interesting conversation. This new minion seed to be an ideal main character template of classic xianxia novels, except he was trapped in the body of a bird.
Among every other character he had t so far in this world, this owl’s behavior was the most appropriate for the archetype. But since his system hadn’t been triggered, perhaps the owl had yet to et all the requirents to beco a real son of destiny...
Han Xuhan had always been quite curious about his Skeleton Monarch Mystic Art. It was unnaturally simple compared to most of the techniques he had seen so far. But so parts of it were just ridiculously inexplicable.
The most ridiculous bit was the enormous world of the red sun from where souls in crystal coffins rained down.
From little Tian’s words... could that sun be a Celestial River? But how could a plant-sized sphere like that be called a river?
Sighing, Han Xuhan shelved the contemplation for another day and decided to retire for the night. In this world, questions like that weren’t likely to be answered through logic...
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