Story 11 - How to Save a Sect in Six Simple Steps (5)
“What way is that?” Little Spring’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“To put it simply: I could give Noxious Fangstrike an Immortal Bone Creation cultivation technique for alchemists and walk him through the steps of creating his first immortal bone.”
“Sister Lin, if that solves the problem, why hesitate?”
I scowled. “Offering advice or a lecture to a friend is one thing. Handing over a black-rank cultivation manual at that level is another. It’s not sothing I can just give out because I want to, since it belongs to the sect.”
There was also the fact that giving an unorthodox sect such a high-level technique from my Indomitable Will Sect would get killed if any elder found out. It wouldn’t matter that I was their ancestor. I could not turn over a sect secret equivalent to a nuclear code to just anyone, even if I wanted to help them.
“Couldn’t you make a new one like how you created my cultivation technique?”
I flicked his glabella. “Yours is the reverse of mine. It was easy to co up with comparatively. Using my knowledge to create a brand new technique for an alchemist three realms higher than is impossible while I’m in my current realm.”
My physical brain would burn out juggling the concepts it would need to. At most, I could recite the manuals I’d morized, or sense if sothing was good for soone or not, based on my experience. I could also give the lectures I’d written as long as I didn’t think too deeply about the earthly laws and the structure of immortal Qi.
“Even if I went against my principles and risked my life to give him a secret manual from our sect, it wouldn’t be like teaching you.”
He smiled. “Of course. Because I’m your best student!”
This cheeky... He was right though.
I crossed my arms. “Consider this: I, a Foundation Establishnt cultivator, would be instructing soone in Nascent Soul about the secrets of Immortal Bone Creation. The difference of three large realms is more than just a rise in power and quality. It’s an increase of concepts, and knowledge of immortality that would break your mind if you learned a fraction of it without the right cultivation base.”
There was also a difference between the lower three realms (Golden Core and below which I thought of as the mortal realms) and the upper three realms (Nascent Soul, and above which I nad the sub-immortal realms).
In the mortal realms, techniques might be magical, but they acted on the physical and were relatively easy to understand. In the sub-immortal realms, the powers embodied concepts, rules, laws, nature, and the mystical. The techniques could not only destroy a range of mountains but also build an extra-dinsional space just to hide an inheritance.
There was a reason it beca exponentially harder to punch up as a cultivator progressed! Well, aside from author-blessed-main-characters who were almost required to hit above their weight class.
To teach soone about it, I’d have to deeply cross that line between mortal and sub-immortal. While my soul could handle it and more, my physical brain would have trouble.
“It took that Snake guy seventy whole years to understand how to create his first immortal bone. That’s on the long side, but there is a reason for it. The ideas involved are complex and hard to understand. To help Noxious Fangstrike, I’d have to condense decades of knowledge and ditation into an intense and dangerous lecture lasting just a few hours.”
“Wait, dangerous?!”
“It would put my life on the line in multiple ways. But I’m sure I could survive it because I’m a badass and a genius. I know Noxious could learn enough to transcend since he’s also a genius, though he’s just a normal middling one.”
He frowned.
I smoothed his hair back. “He has zero knowledge of Immortal Bone Creation, so I’d have to give a very detailed lecture on knowledge normally forbidden to people at our realm. Frankly, you’d pass out rely from listening to my explanation.”
I was sure the heavens would just fucking love giving this lecture. So much so, that they’d throw a bouquet of lightning bolts at once I finished.
“Also, if I helped him, he’d never be able to repay in this lifeti. The karma from it would likely prevent him from summoning his tribulation until he repaid .”
Unlike the world I originally ca from, karma was real and tangible here. There were terrifying clans who cultivated it by doing good deeds or loaning money. Just having a small debt to soone from those families could fuck a person over for life.
“This doesn’t sound like an option, then. Unless you’re leaving sothing out?”
“I was getting there.” I glared, then grimaced. “To not affect his karma, and to avoid dying if the sect ever found out I’d given an unorthodox cultivator the secret of creating immortal bones, I’d have to take him in as a disciple. But I refuse! I never want a disciple.”
His brow furrowed. “But you’re going to beco the elder of Righteous Defense Peak. Won’t you take in disciples then?”
“That...” I crossed my arms and raised my chin. “They wouldn’t be my personal disciples or inheriting disciples. Just my students.”
“Just students?”
“At most, I could take in a few..." I struggled for a second, “in-na disciples. But I’m not ready for that.”
He sighed. “Sister Lin, if you’re going to have to take so in any way, then why can’t you make Noxious Fangstrike your first in-na disciple? Is it because he’s from the unorthodox faction?”
I waved my hand. “Not exactly. While that doesn’t make happy, it’s not what’s stopping .”
“Then what is?” He looked at with wide, adorable eyes. “Does it have anything to do with Bloodsword?”
Of course, it did! It was my mories of Bloodsword and Verdant Bamboo. The disgust I felt towards their relationship made feel gross even thinking about taking in a disciple.
The kid must have realized from my expression because he said, “He doesn’t exist anymore. And thanks to you, he never will.” He tugged at my sleeve. “Sister Lin, you should use this as an opportunity to break free from sothing that happened in your past life that’s hurting you. You shouldn't let the bad things you experienced back then prevent you from doing what you want.”
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Had I been allowing that fucker to live rent-free in my brain all these years? Fuck. I had. His actions killed , so of course I held a grudge. But, after everything I’d done, he would never exist in this tiline.
I really had let my mories of that dick nugget obstruct my path forward.
More importantly, how the hell had this brat gotten so introspective? Wasn’t he just running from half a day ago to avoid taking his dicinal bath?
I placed my hand on top of his head and ssed up the fluffy hair I’d just smoothed.
He scowled and started fixing his hair. “What was that for?!”
“Alright!” I stood up and put my fists on my hips. “I’ll do it! I’ll save this damned sect! And the first step is turning Noxious Fangstrike into an Immortal Bone Creation Expert!”
And, in a way, if I could overco my aversion to taking in a disciple, it would be the equivalent of defeating Bloodsword!
Finally, after all these centuries, I’d win against that obnoxious brainworm! Muahahaha!
I could have sworn I heard the brat mutter, “Oh no. She’s doing it again.” But that was probably my imagination.
Of course, I had to convince that poison master to beco my in-na disciple first. I had a feeling doing that would be just as difficult as giving a life-threatening lecture.
***
Noxious Crossed his arms. “I set up the isolation barrier as you asked to and even let you put up an obfuscation formation. Now, what is this about?”
If I was going to do this, I’d look like the master I was. I straightened my spine, clasped my hands behind my back, and stared down my nose at him. ”You should beco—” Damn it! I couldn’t say the words.
”What?”
I cleared my throat. Maybe if I went at it from a different angle? “You want to save the sect while also protecting Dread Lotus, right?”
“I think I know what you’re about to say, but I can’t reach Immortal Bone Creation in two weeks. You know that.”
I slamd my hand down on his ingredient preparation table. “And you know who my master is, right? I have a way! It will work.”
I couldn’t read his expression, so I continued. “Poison Master Noxious Fangstrike, this is an opportunity that cos once in a lifeti! If you miss it, you’ll know the aning of the phrase, ‘there is no dicine for regret.’”
He frowned. “What is it then?”
I hesitated. Never in my wildest dreams did I consider that actually saying the words would be the hardest part. Still, I couldn’t let my hesitation stop . I had to defeat that asshole Bloodsword!
With the confidence of an Immortal Ascension master, I held out my hand and smiled widely. “Beco my secret, in-na disciple.”
His face darkened, and he pointed toward the door. “Get out.”
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