After Kisha finished placing restrictions around the cultivation room, she added several cautionary rules to maintain order. One of the most important: no fighting inside the cultivation room. Any disturbance during ditation or cultivation could damage soone’s ridians, sothing she wouldn’t tolerate.
To enforce this, she implented a punishnt system. Anyone who dared to start a fight would be struck by lightning, an imdiate consequence that Kisha considered an ingenious way to deter troublemakers and ensure everyone respected the rules.
While most of the base’s residents were good people, Kisha understood human nature. When personal interests were threatened or when soone felt shortchanged, even the most reasonable individuals could turn disruptive. She put these restrictions in place as a preventive asure.
She also banned loud noises. If anyone shouted and disrupted the room’s atmosphere, they too would be punished with a lightning strike and a mute status for the rest of the day.
All of this was possible thanks to her Territory Pack’s upgraded interface, now at level two. The upgrade gave her access to more restriction options, penalties, and environntal controls, making it easier to enforce her will within her space. In Kisha’s eyes, securing this Territory Space had been an absolute bargain.
What Kisha didn’t know was that the original owner of the Territory Space, its current one before Kisha, was living in silent horror. The space had been a parting gift from her beloved master, who had poured his lifeti of cultivation into creating that dinsion. It was his legacy, his final offering before he ascended to Nirvana.
But in a mont of drunken impulse, she had lost it.
One fateful night, lured by a traveling rchant who presented her with an item that clearly did not belong to their world, she was captivated. Possessing little of value, she hastily offered her most prized possessions, including the Territory Space itself, as collateral to obtain the mysterious object. The next day, the rchant had vanished without a trace... and so had her master’s inheritance.
What she had traded away wasn’t just a cultivation treasure; it was her only connection with her master, her guiding light, and her only chance of ascending to Nirvana, the realm of the Gods and Goddesses.
The Territory Space was ant to be her sanctuary, a hidden world where she could quietly nurture spiritual herbs and raise rare spiritual beasts, far from prying eyes. It was designed to help her grow stronger in silence, without drawing attention from the power-hungry cultivators around her.
In the brutal world of Murim, a lone talent without a powerful clan’s protection was nothing more than prey. Those who feared being overshadowed would often strike first, eliminating potential threats before they had a chance to rise. Her master had known this all too well, and out of deep love, like a father doting on his daughter, he had entrusted her with the Territory Space to shield her from such dangers.
But now... she had lost it. A priceless gift, her future, and her master’s final wish, all gone in a mont of drunken impulse and fleeting desire.
Now, stripped of that path, she was left desperate. Ever since, she had been scouring the world in a frenzied search for the traveling rchant, like a woman possessed, consud by regret.
"Fuck! What should I do?!" the girl shouted, tugging at her hair in frustration as she paced back and forth inside her room at the inn. "Master said that dinsional territory was a growth-type! Ahh!"
She had already scoured multiple towns and cities, chasing the faintest rumors, hoping to stumble upon the traveling rchant, but no one had seen her. No one even knew who she was talking about. It felt like she was chasing a ghost. She was already at her wits’ end.
"With that dinsional territory, I could cultivate and train ten tis faster than other cultivators..." she muttered bitterly. "It’s why they called a genius, a prodigy. But without it? Even if I work harder than anyone else, I won’t be able to keep up. The difference in my speed will be obvious. They’ll know sothing’s wrong..."
The thought made her chest tighten. She didn’t even want to imagine the reactions of her sectmates, or worse, the Elders. They would notice the change instantly. That was part of why she kept moving from place to place, desperately searching.
In truth, this frantic hunt wasn’t just about recovering the treasure; it was her way of running. Running from the disappointnt, the sha, and the fear of being exposed.
But at the sa ti, she couldn’t just go around telling everyone about the Territory Space. A treasure like that, an evolving dinsion, was beyond rare. If word got out, others would surely covet it. Instead of helping her recover it, they might steal it for themselves. So she kept the truth hidden, even as she wandered the roads crying, searching like a madwoman.
As for the traveling rchant, she sought?
Gone.
Vanished without a trace, already off to another realm.
Unbeknownst to her, the rchant wasn’t just so peddler of trinkets. She was a collector of great treasures, passing them on through her mysterious sales channel, believing that each item would find its rightful owner through destiny. She let fate guide her path, trading not by gold or value, but by karmic resonance.
And how could she travel from world to world with such ease?
Simple, because that traveling rchant was no ordinary being. She was a Constellation. The Goddess of Wealth and Destiny.
A wandering deity. A small fish in the vast ocean of existence, without a ho, moving wherever fate carried her. Each place she visited beca her temporary shelter, and each trade she made, a piece of destiny fulfilled.
And as for 008? It had no idea just how lucky it had been.
After a brief exchange with the Constellation, it unknowingly secured not one, but two extraordinary treasures. The first was the Territory Pack, which mysteriously appeared in the discounted section, an item far too valuable for such a casual listing, which only cost them 50,000 system points. The second was Bell’s Cocoon, a legendary and possibly final specin of its kind.
Looking back, it could only be said that the Goddess of Wealth and Destiny must have truly favored them. By selling those two rare treasures to 008, which eventually ended up in Kisha’s hands, she had perhaps nudged fate itself onto a path that even the stars might envy.
Who knew when the Goddess of Wealth and Destiny would next make a transaction with 008 to bless Kisha with another treasure? But for now, Kisha focused on what was in front of her.
After finishing the arrangent of the cultivation room, she began surveying the rest of the empty rooms in the building. The forr offices were spacious, and without all the clutter of chairs and desks, the wide floor area and high ceilings made them perfect for transformation. One particular room caught her eye, large enough to be repurposed as an indoor sparring area, just like in martial arts studios for Judo, Taekwondo, or Muay Thai.
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