Chapter 140
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Chapter 140
One continual benefit Anton found of an ever-improving cultivation was the time it took to travel around the country diminished. The Orders headquarters and the settlement in Windrip were about half of the country apart, and what would have taken him two weeks of travel was now down to a handful of days, depending on how much Anton wished to exert himself.
Windrip didnt need him anymore, but he still liked to check up on it. The community there was both amazing and yet quite normal. Nothing was different from any other small town except the efficiency with which people worked, empowered by Body Tempering.
Anton passed between the fields, now completely certain about the increasing amounts of local natural energy. It couldnt compare to any of the sects hed been to, but the lowliest sects had at least decades of history. This was just a small community building up from practically nothing. While most cultivation sects would pick a place with already high natural energy to then build up, building up from a lower level seemed possible. Yet ultimately it only made a small difference- most people would never advance further than a few stars in their first years and even in the Order half of their members were still in Body Tempering.
That was the most important thing. The Order itself was very powerful, but its members numbered in the thousands. Here, there were already hundreds of low level cultivators. Without extra resources or powerful natural energy they might not go much further, but they were already as a group capable of resisting attacks on the level of what had happened to Dungannon. Anton understood that most people wouldnt be quite so motivated to grow their strength in that way, but if this process took place over a decade instead of a couple years it would still transform the way of life in Graotan. Cultivation could allow the common folk prosperity and safety together.
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Though he had no intention to cause a stir, it was basically inevitable that when Anton came to observe the people of the area around Windrip practicing cultivation. He stood out like a sore thumb with a cultivation in mid Spirit Building instead of early Body Tempering. More importantly, many of those who were cultivating did so according to Antons teachings- while they worked and made use of their bodies. Even those who focused more on mental tasks still had benefits to gain from Body Tempering beyond general health. Tempering the organs in the head allowed for clarity of mind and senses.
Rather quickly Anton found himself providing guidance to everyone he could. While they would eventually manage on their own, Anton knew that proper guidance would help deal with current problems while still making sure they had the proper experience for the future.
Some cultivators felt that sharing insights would stymie the growth of others, but Anton felt that it was simply when there were insufficient explanations. He had people put into practice what he told them, and just like any profession knowing what to do and how to do it was always beneficial. People apprenticing under grandmasters didnt become incapable of growing on their own, unless those same grandmasters kept secret the important parts.
Strict improvements in cultivation were certainly beneficial to the people in the area, but Anton knew they needed proper motivation. More than just wanting to be good at their jobs, or strong. That would carry people for some distance, but when things got difficult they would just give up. Many people stopped after the first star, unwilling to push through to the second star and first prime tempering. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
As long as they made that choice intentionally, deciding what they had done was enough or their skill was insufficient, Anton didnt mind. However, except for the rarest people who were almost entirely incapable of cultivating he expected more than a single star to be reachable. He just had to draw out the proper motivation.
Anton himself cultivated to be strong. Strong for himself, strong for family, the former villagers of Dungannon, and now for more than just that. He didnt necessarily care about the Order itself, but both disciples and elders were people he cared about. If conflicts came- when they came- he wanted to be able to help. And of course he still had some people to kill. Anton wasnt going to bet that the Heavenly Lion Sect wouldnt attempt some form of retaliation, and its not like he would find Van Hassel walking around Graotan where he would be easy to kill. For one thing, he was already a wanted criminal so if anyone found him it was likely someone would get to him before Anton, at least within the borders of Graotan.
One young man wanted to impress girls. That was a fleeting motivation for cultivation, but if there ended up being a specific girl his motivations could shift. Being strong enough to work hard to care for a family and protect them were powerful motivations.
So, were going to go help Ayotunde, right? Alva asked.
Anton saw where she was going. His first thought was to say We arent going anywhere. But it was hard to refuse her. He had practiced archery with her- more than just shooting at targets, but sparring. While her cultivation in mid Body Tempering was far insufficient to challenge him, it was hard to say she wasnt capable enough to help in a battle. She knew Ayotunde as well, so refusing her the opportunity to help him seemed disingenuous- even if she hadnt specifically received her own request for aid. You want to come with us? If so, youd better be certain. If you are relying on me to protect you have no doubt that I will do so to the best of my ability. But know what the consequences of that would be. If you are unable to take care of yourself properly, it will endanger myself and the others.
I can protect myself, Alva insisted. And if its dangerous, I can run away. Even you cant outrun Fuzz.
Anton had to concede that point. The wolf was very fast, and capable of carrying Alva at that same speed. Let me just show you something, then. If you need to flee to safety, you must make sure youre actually out of the area of combat. Anton took Alva outside- their courtyards were far too small for what he wanted. He held in his hands a new bow. The bone bow was still beyond him, but the one that had merely cost him five hundred contribution points was starting to limit his abilities. The bow he held in his hands was fairly plain in design, but it was made of a green wood and blood red string. It was nearly as tall as himself, being just short of the size certain longbows might reach for the sake of retaining some mobility. How far can you shoot? he asked Alva.
A hundred meters, she proudly declared.
Is that so? Anton shot an arrow across the empty fields to that precise distance, exploding his Spirit Arrow at the end to intentionally create a round impression in the ground. Hit that spot, if you would.
Alva formed her own Spirit Arrow. It wasnt as sharp or as steady as Antons, but it was more than decent. Her arrow flew towards his target, hitting the ground several meters in front of it. Wait, I can do better! she shot another arrow and got closer, shooting slightly past it. See?
Thats good, Anton said honestly. But you need a little bit more accuracy to declare that you can shoot at that range. But dont forget that stronger cultivators can affect areas even further. Anton strung an arrow, letting it fly before shooting another to follow it. Two hundred and fifty meters was not his full limit, but for the effect he wanted it was the best distance. Alva could see each arrow sequentially hit the same point, digging a deep line into the dirt. A hundred meters might be a good range for you, but you could face someone who could throw a boulder a hundred and fifty, or shoot arrows three hundred. Keep vigilant until you are more than certain you are safe.
Alva nodded. Thats pretty cool. When can I do that?
I can try to teach you now, but honestly Im not even close to mastering this technique. You know Elder Kseniya? She can shoot over the horizon.
Alvas eyes widened. No way. That has to be an exaggeration, right? Like saying you were a thousand years old
Its not. Though if we were to encounter a Life Transformation cultivator who wished to harm us, it wouldnt matter. Fuzz wouldnt be able to outrun even the slowest of them casually strolling. Anton shook his head, But do be careful about how far you think is safe. And think about if you can handle attacks like this, at least a little bit. If you decide you still want to join us I wont prevent you. But you have to be careful.
Alva nodded and began to think seriously. Anton hoped she would choose not to come, but it was the sort of hope one had for the impossible to happen.
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Chapter 140
One continual benefit Anton found of an ever-improving cultivation was the time it took to travel around the country diminished. The Orders headquarters and the settlement in Windrip were about half of the country apart, and what would have taken him two weeks of travel was now down to a handful of days, depending on how much Anton wished to exert himself.
Windrip didnt need him anymore, but he still liked to check up on it. The community there was both amazing and yet quite normal. Nothing was different from any other small town except the efficiency with which people worked, empowered by Body Tempering.
Anton passed between the fields, now completely certain about the increasing amounts of local natural energy. It couldnt compare to any of the sects hed been to, but the lowliest sects had at least decades of history. This was just a small community building up from practically nothing. While most cultivation sects would pick a place with already high natural energy to then build up, building up from a lower level seemed possible. Yet ultimately it only made a small difference- most people would never advance further than a few stars in their first years and even in the Order half of their members were still in Body Tempering.
That was the most important thing. The Order itself was very powerful, but its members numbered in the thousands. Here, there were already hundreds of low level cultivators. Without extra resources or powerful natural energy they might not go much further, but they were already as a group capable of resisting attacks on the level of what had happened to Dungannon. Anton understood that most people wouldnt be quite so motivated to grow their strength in that way, but if this process took place over a decade instead of a couple years it would still transform the way of life in Graotan. Cultivation could allow the common folk prosperity and safety together.
-----
Though he had no intention to cause a stir, it was basically inevitable that when Anton came to observe the people of the area around Windrip practicing cultivation. He stood out like a sore thumb with a cultivation in mid Spirit Building instead of early Body Tempering. More importantly, many of those who were cultivating did so according to Antons teachings- while they worked and made use of their bodies. Even those who focused more on mental tasks still had benefits to gain from Body Tempering beyond general health. Tempering the organs in the head allowed for clarity of mind and senses.
Rather quickly Anton found himself providing guidance to everyone he could. While they would eventually manage on their own, Anton knew that proper guidance would help deal with current problems while still making sure they had the proper experience for the future.
Some cultivators felt that sharing insights would stymie the growth of others, but Anton felt that it was simply when there were insufficient explanations. He had people put into practice what he told them, and just like any profession knowing what to do and how to do it was always beneficial. People apprenticing under grandmasters didnt become incapable of growing on their own, unless those same grandmasters kept secret the important parts.
Strict improvements in cultivation were certainly beneficial to the people in the area, but Anton knew they needed proper motivation. More than just wanting to be good at their jobs, or strong. That would carry people for some distance, but when things got difficult they would just give up. Many people stopped after the first star, unwilling to push through to the second star and first prime tempering. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
As long as they made that choice intentionally, deciding what they had done was enough or their skill was insufficient, Anton didnt mind. However, except for the rarest people who were almost entirely incapable of cultivating he expected more than a single star to be reachable. He just had to draw out the proper motivation.
Anton himself cultivated to be strong. Strong for himself, strong for family, the former villagers of Dungannon, and now for more than just that. He didnt necessarily care about the Order itself, but both disciples and elders were people he cared about. If conflicts came- when they came- he wanted to be able to help. And of course he still had some people to kill. Anton wasnt going to bet that the Heavenly Lion Sect wouldnt attempt some form of retaliation, and its not like he would find Van Hassel walking around Graotan where he would be easy to kill. For one thing, he was already a wanted criminal so if anyone found him it was likely someone would get to him before Anton, at least within the borders of Graotan.
One young man wanted to impress girls. That was a fleeting motivation for cultivation, but if there ended up being a specific girl his motivations could shift. Being strong enough to work hard to care for a family and protect them were powerful motivations.
So, were going to go help Ayotunde, right? Alva asked.
Anton saw where she was going. His first thought was to say We arent going anywhere. But it was hard to refuse her. He had practiced archery with her- more than just shooting at targets, but sparring. While her cultivation in mid Body Tempering was far insufficient to challenge him, it was hard to say she wasnt capable enough to help in a battle. She knew Ayotunde as well, so refusing her the opportunity to help him seemed disingenuous- even if she hadnt specifically received her own request for aid. You want to come with us? If so, youd better be certain. If you are relying on me to protect you have no doubt that I will do so to the best of my ability. But know what the consequences of that would be. If you are unable to take care of yourself properly, it will endanger myself and the others.
I can protect myself, Alva insisted. And if its dangerous, I can run away. Even you cant outrun Fuzz.
Anton had to concede that point. The wolf was very fast, and capable of carrying Alva at that same speed. Let me just show you something, then. If you need to flee to safety, you must make sure youre actually out of the area of combat. Anton took Alva outside- their courtyards were far too small for what he wanted. He held in his hands a new bow. The bone bow was still beyond him, but the one that had merely cost him five hundred contribution points was starting to limit his abilities. The bow he held in his hands was fairly plain in design, but it was made of a green wood and blood red string. It was nearly as tall as himself, being just short of the size certain longbows might reach for the sake of retaining some mobility. How far can you shoot? he asked Alva.
A hundred meters, she proudly declared.
Is that so? Anton shot an arrow across the empty fields to that precise distance, exploding his Spirit Arrow at the end to intentionally create a round impression in the ground. Hit that spot, if you would.
Alva formed her own Spirit Arrow. It wasnt as sharp or as steady as Antons, but it was more than decent. Her arrow flew towards his target, hitting the ground several meters in front of it. Wait, I can do better! she shot another arrow and got closer, shooting slightly past it. See?
Thats good, Anton said honestly. But you need a little bit more accuracy to declare that you can shoot at that range. But dont forget that stronger cultivators can affect areas even further. Anton strung an arrow, letting it fly before shooting another to follow it. Two hundred and fifty meters was not his full limit, but for the effect he wanted it was the best distance. Alva could see each arrow sequentially hit the same point, digging a deep line into the dirt. A hundred meters might be a good range for you, but you could face someone who could throw a boulder a hundred and fifty, or shoot arrows three hundred. Keep vigilant until you are more than certain you are safe.
Alva nodded. Thats pretty cool. When can I do that?
I can try to teach you now, but honestly Im not even close to mastering this technique. You know Elder Kseniya? She can shoot over the horizon.
Alvas eyes widened. No way. That has to be an exaggeration, right? Like saying you were a thousand years old
Its not. Though if we were to encounter a Life Transformation cultivator who wished to harm us, it wouldnt matter. Fuzz wouldnt be able to outrun even the slowest of them casually strolling. Anton shook his head, But do be careful about how far you think is safe. And think about if you can handle attacks like this, at least a little bit. If you decide you still want to join us I wont prevent you. But you have to be careful.
Alva nodded and began to think seriously. Anton hoped she would choose not to come, but it was the sort of hope one had for the impossible to happen.
Chapter 140One continual benefit Anton found of an ever-improving cultivation was the time it took to travel around the country diminished. The Orders headquarters and the settlement in Windrip were about half of the country apart, and what would have taken him two weeks of travel was now down to a handful of days, depending on how much Anton wished to exert himself. Windrip didnt need him anymore, but he still liked to check up on it. The community there was both amazing and yet quite normal. Nothing was different from any other small town except the efficiency with which people worked, empowered by Body Tempering. Anton passed between the fields, now completely certain about the increasing amounts of local natural energy. It couldnt compare to any of the sects hed been to, but the lowliest sects had at least decades of history. This was just a small community building up from practically nothing. While most cultivation sects would pick a place with already high natural energy to then build up, building up from a lower level seemed possible. Yet ultimately it only made a small difference- most people would never advance further than a few stars in their first years and even in the Order half of their members were still in Body Tempering. That was the most important thing. The Order itself was very powerful, but its members numbered in the thousands. Here, there were already hundreds of low level cultivators. Without extra resources or powerful natural energy they might not go much further, but they were already as a group capable of resisting attacks on the level of what had happened to Dungannon. Anton understood that most people wouldnt be quite so motivated to grow their strength in that way, but if this process took place over a decade instead of a couple years it would still transform the way of life in Graotan. Cultivation could allow the common folk prosperity and safety together.-----Though he had no intention to cause a stir, it was basically inevitable that when Anton came to observe the people of the area around Windrip practicing cultivation. He stood out like a sore thumb with a cultivation in mid Spirit Building instead of early Body Tempering. More importantly, many of those who were cultivating did so according to Antons teachings- while they worked and made use of their bodies. Even those who focused more on mental tasks still had benefits to gain from Body Tempering beyond general health. Tempering the organs in the head allowed for clarity of mind and senses.Rather quickly Anton found himself providing guidance to everyone he could. While they would eventually manage on their own, Anton knew that proper guidance would help deal with current problems while still making sure they had the proper experience for the future. Some cultivators felt that sharing insights would stymie the growth of others, but Anton felt that it was simply when there were insufficient explanations. He had people put into practice what he told them, and just like any profession knowing what to do and how to do it was always beneficial. People apprenticing under grandmasters didnt become incapable of growing on their own, unless those same grandmasters kept secret the important parts. Strict improvements in cultivation were certainly beneficial to the people in the area, but Anton knew they needed proper motivation. More than just wanting to be good at their jobs, or strong. That would carry people for some distance, but when things got difficult they would just give up. Many people stopped after the first star, unwilling to push through to the second star and first prime tempering. This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.As long as they made that choice intentionally, deciding what they had done was enough or their skill was insufficient, Anton didnt mind. However, except for the rarest people who were almost entirely incapable of cultivating he expected more than a single star to be reachable. He just had to draw out the proper motivation.Anton himself cultivated to be strong. Strong for himself, strong for family, the former villagers of Dungannon, and now for more than just that. He didnt necessarily care about the Order itself, but both disciples and elders were people he cared about. If conflicts came- when they came- he wanted to be able to help. And of course he still had some people to kill. Anton wasnt going to bet that the Heavenly Lion Sect wouldnt attempt some form of retaliation, and its not like he would find Van Hassel walking around Graotan where he would be easy to kill. For one thing, he was already a wanted criminal so if anyone found him it was likely someone would get to him before Anton, at least within the borders of Graotan. One young man wanted to impress girls. That was a fleeting motivation for cultivation, but if there ended up being a specific girl his motivations could shift. Being strong enough to work hard to care for a family and protect them were powerful motivations.So, were going to go help Ayotunde, right? Alva asked. Anton saw where she was going. His first thought was to say We arent going anywhere. But it was hard to refuse her. He had practiced archery with her- more than just shooting at targets, but sparring. While her cultivation in mid Body Tempering was far insufficient to challenge him, it was hard to say she wasnt capable enough to help in a battle. She knew Ayotunde as well, so refusing her the opportunity to help him seemed disingenuous- even if she hadnt specifically received her own request for aid. You want to come with us? If so, youd better be certain. If you are relying on me to protect you have no doubt that I will do so to the best of my ability. But know what the consequences of that would be. If you are unable to take care of yourself properly, it will endanger myself and the others.I can protect myself, Alva insisted. And if its dangerous, I can run away. Even you cant outrun Fuzz.Anton had to concede that point. The wolf was very fast, and capable of carrying Alva at that same speed. Let me just show you something, then. If you need to flee to safety, you must make sure youre actually out of the area of combat. Anton took Alva outside- their courtyards were far too small for what he wanted. He held in his hands a new bow. The bone bow was still beyond him, but the one that had merely cost him five hundred contribution points was starting to limit his abilities. The bow he held in his hands was fairly plain in design, but it was made of a green wood and blood red string. It was nearly as tall as himself, being just short of the size certain longbows might reach for the sake of retaining some mobility. How far can you shoot? he asked Alva.A hundred meters, she proudly declared.Is that so? Anton shot an arrow across the empty fields to that precise distance, exploding his Spirit Arrow at the end to intentionally create a round impression in the ground. Hit that spot, if you would.Alva formed her own Spirit Arrow. It wasnt as sharp or as steady as Antons, but it was more than decent. Her arrow flew towards his target, hitting the ground several meters in front of it. Wait, I can do better! she shot another arrow and got closer, shooting slightly past it. See?Thats good, Anton said honestly. But you need a little bit more accuracy to declare that you can shoot at that range. But dont forget that stronger cultivators can affect areas even further. Anton strung an arrow, letting it fly before shooting another to follow it. Two hundred and fifty meters was not his full limit, but for the effect he wanted it was the best distance. Alva could see each arrow sequentially hit the same point, digging a deep line into the dirt. A hundred meters might be a good range for you, but you could face someone who could throw a boulder a hundred and fifty, or shoot arrows three hundred. Keep vigilant until you are more than certain you are safe.Alva nodded. Thats pretty cool. When can I do that?I can try to teach you now, but honestly Im not even close to mastering this technique. You know Elder Kseniya? She can shoot over the horizon.Alvas eyes widened. No way. That has to be an exaggeration, right? Like saying you were a thousand years oldIts not. Though if we were to encounter a Life Transformation cultivator who wished to harm us, it wouldnt matter. Fuzz wouldnt be able to outrun even the slowest of them casually strolling. Anton shook his head, But do be careful about how far you think is safe. And think about if you can handle attacks like this, at least a little bit. If you decide you still want to join us I wont prevent you. But you have to be careful.Alva nodded and began to think seriously. Anton hoped she would choose not to come, but it was the sort of hope one had for the impossible to happen.
