Chapter 180
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Chapter 180
Flashing the paper with Masozis face on it would either be the fastest way to find him, or the fastest way to send him into hiding. Just because it didnt say there was a bounty connected to it didnt mean it wouldnt evoke those same feelings. Velvet went with a more subtle approach, looking for who in the tavern might be the most informed, who was paying attention. She kept her cultivation concealed, making her seem weaker and less important, though she didnt fully hide that she was a cultivator. The things she heard varied widely.
Havent seen him.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
Seems like a merc.
Many more unhelpful things along those lines were repeated, but she eventually got something useful.
I saw him down at the docks, talking to the harbormaster, one man responded. Might I inquire why you are searching for him?
I need to talk to him about something, Velvet said. Do you remember what he was talking to the harbormaster about?
I might recall something, though my memory does get a bit fuzzy without my medicine. The man was at least straightforward enough to hold out his hand for the bribe or just payment.
The information better be good, Velvet answered.
It is accurate, I assure you. I have no intention to waste your time with fabrications. Upon receiving a modest payment, he nodded. He was asking about boats going to the Golden Isles. You know the rumors? Velvet shrugged noncommittally. It has to do with that Secret Realm down south. Some sort of ocean sect from the past. It seems the ruins of their headquarters have been uncovered, and everyone around here is flocking for it. Velvet looked around the room, seeing how relaxed everyone was. Everyone without good sense, anyway. Some of those ruins are buried in the depths of the sea. An awful place for cultivators to travel, I must say. Hard to survive there even without beasts chewing on you.
As he reached the point of forming the twentieth star, his body greedily sucked in energy from around it, condensing it. While he could certainly continue in that manner successfully, Anton continued to add just a bit more of the energy of Fleeting Youth. If he was correct, he might be able to maintain a store of it inside of him instead of being forced to draw upon it from outside every time. Not much, perhaps not even enough for a full-power attack, but that was without comparing it to a normal shot. If he could suddenly fire an arrow with several times the momentum, it could greatly throw off an opponent- even if they were ultimately able to withstand it. And if he was able to store that energy in himself, he could access it more quickly.
Fire flowed through his meridians into his dantiant, gathering into a ball. Just the smallest amount of Fleeting Youths power was used to enhance the process, yet Anton nearly felt overwhelmed, like he stuck himself into a furnace. But he kept control over it. Though it was powerful, this was his fire. It shouldnt harm him if he didnt will it to. He almost felt steam blowing out his ears as he continued, but he kept it as the core of his next star. He had the feeling it could do much the same for different cultivation techniques.
He nodded to himself. That would be one reason practicing it later wouldnt provide the same benefits. And he would ultimately have more time practicing it, as he would continue to be at an advanced age while he practiced instead of being forced to cram it into a measly few decades after reaching the peak of cultivation. There was always the question of whether that was possible, but he was going to walk into that direction until he no longer could. Then perhaps he would climb or crawl or whatever was necessary- but he wouldnt let himself be deterred.
Anton felt deep down inside of him, the spinning stars that indicated his success in cultivation. One of them had a denser core than the others- each star was successively more powerful regardless, but this one was a fifth, maybe a tenth more than it would have otherwise been by his estimations. If he could maintain that until Essence Collection, he would be several percent more powerful overall. That might not seem like much, but each little bit beyond what an already powerful technique like the Ninety-Nine Stars could accomplish equated to greater chances of surviving or thriving in future trials.
-----
Devon saw his grandfather off as he left to visit the ruins of the Luminous Ocean Society. Now wasnt a good time for him to go along on a journey. Even though hed had several months to refocus himself, his cultivation wasnt in a stable spot. It seemed that focusing and manipulating your cultivation technique and feeding off of trauma didnt last. But he didnt regret it. With Tonina dead, the memories of the arena and her final attempt to kill him didnt suddenly go away, but he was able to get some perspective.
He found a place to be alone and slowly formed the chains, slipping out of his scars to mirror the weapon that had caused them. It was harder with some of the fading anger, but that was fine. Hed noticed some flaws in his technique anyway, beyond its dubious origin. While it was simplest to form the chains from the point of his scars, that limited his forms of attack. He could certainly give up on that training and learn other forms of attack. In fact, now was the best time to change core cultivation techniques, and he could switch to the Ninety-Nine Stars like his grandfather. He might do that, but he would keep the chains.
Strangely enough, the chains were a sign of his freedom. He wouldnt be bound any longer, but his opponents he had no reason to let them remain free. As for who those enemies would be, he could only guess. The Order still had plenty of enemies, and there were mysterious forces at work. But beyond organizations, Devon had a simple target- those who would enslave others. It was highly appropriate that a method of their downfall would be something they used on others. The spikes, of course, were more of an instrument of torture and not a proper part of chains or even the most effective weapon- but as an additional effect on restricting foes he found them useful enough.
All he had to do was modify how the technique worked. It would be more practical if they could come from his hands, at least in part. While some might care about the aesthetic of chains wrapping around their arms, it was ultimately less practical than if he were to grab onto them and manipulate them more directly. But limiting himself to two chains was silly. Other chains could still be formed around him to reach out and combat enemies all around him and to protect his friends and family. And for those foes who deserved it the chains would either kill them- or restrain them to be brought in for a just execution. He wasnt going to commit to only capturing his foes alive, but if practical and useful he would be willing to hold himself back from immediate violence. If he could do it with Tonina, he could do so with anyone. Though he was certain it would take months of work to get back on track.
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Chapter 180
Flashing the paper with Masozis face on it would either be the fastest way to find him, or the fastest way to send him into hiding. Just because it didnt say there was a bounty connected to it didnt mean it wouldnt evoke those same feelings. Velvet went with a more subtle approach, looking for who in the tavern might be the most informed, who was paying attention. She kept her cultivation concealed, making her seem weaker and less important, though she didnt fully hide that she was a cultivator. The things she heard varied widely.
Havent seen him.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
Seems like a merc.
Many more unhelpful things along those lines were repeated, but she eventually got something useful.
I saw him down at the docks, talking to the harbormaster, one man responded. Might I inquire why you are searching for him?
I need to talk to him about something, Velvet said. Do you remember what he was talking to the harbormaster about?
I might recall something, though my memory does get a bit fuzzy without my medicine. The man was at least straightforward enough to hold out his hand for the bribe or just payment.
The information better be good, Velvet answered.
It is accurate, I assure you. I have no intention to waste your time with fabrications. Upon receiving a modest payment, he nodded. He was asking about boats going to the Golden Isles. You know the rumors? Velvet shrugged noncommittally. It has to do with that Secret Realm down south. Some sort of ocean sect from the past. It seems the ruins of their headquarters have been uncovered, and everyone around here is flocking for it. Velvet looked around the room, seeing how relaxed everyone was. Everyone without good sense, anyway. Some of those ruins are buried in the depths of the sea. An awful place for cultivators to travel, I must say. Hard to survive there even without beasts chewing on you.
As he reached the point of forming the twentieth star, his body greedily sucked in energy from around it, condensing it. While he could certainly continue in that manner successfully, Anton continued to add just a bit more of the energy of Fleeting Youth. If he was correct, he might be able to maintain a store of it inside of him instead of being forced to draw upon it from outside every time. Not much, perhaps not even enough for a full-power attack, but that was without comparing it to a normal shot. If he could suddenly fire an arrow with several times the momentum, it could greatly throw off an opponent- even if they were ultimately able to withstand it. And if he was able to store that energy in himself, he could access it more quickly.
Fire flowed through his meridians into his dantiant, gathering into a ball. Just the smallest amount of Fleeting Youths power was used to enhance the process, yet Anton nearly felt overwhelmed, like he stuck himself into a furnace. But he kept control over it. Though it was powerful, this was his fire. It shouldnt harm him if he didnt will it to. He almost felt steam blowing out his ears as he continued, but he kept it as the core of his next star. He had the feeling it could do much the same for different cultivation techniques.
He nodded to himself. That would be one reason practicing it later wouldnt provide the same benefits. And he would ultimately have more time practicing it, as he would continue to be at an advanced age while he practiced instead of being forced to cram it into a measly few decades after reaching the peak of cultivation. There was always the question of whether that was possible, but he was going to walk into that direction until he no longer could. Then perhaps he would climb or crawl or whatever was necessary- but he wouldnt let himself be deterred.
Anton felt deep down inside of him, the spinning stars that indicated his success in cultivation. One of them had a denser core than the others- each star was successively more powerful regardless, but this one was a fifth, maybe a tenth more than it would have otherwise been by his estimations. If he could maintain that until Essence Collection, he would be several percent more powerful overall. That might not seem like much, but each little bit beyond what an already powerful technique like the Ninety-Nine Stars could accomplish equated to greater chances of surviving or thriving in future trials.
-----
Devon saw his grandfather off as he left to visit the ruins of the Luminous Ocean Society. Now wasnt a good time for him to go along on a journey. Even though hed had several months to refocus himself, his cultivation wasnt in a stable spot. It seemed that focusing and manipulating your cultivation technique and feeding off of trauma didnt last. But he didnt regret it. With Tonina dead, the memories of the arena and her final attempt to kill him didnt suddenly go away, but he was able to get some perspective.
He found a place to be alone and slowly formed the chains, slipping out of his scars to mirror the weapon that had caused them. It was harder with some of the fading anger, but that was fine. Hed noticed some flaws in his technique anyway, beyond its dubious origin. While it was simplest to form the chains from the point of his scars, that limited his forms of attack. He could certainly give up on that training and learn other forms of attack. In fact, now was the best time to change core cultivation techniques, and he could switch to the Ninety-Nine Stars like his grandfather. He might do that, but he would keep the chains.
Strangely enough, the chains were a sign of his freedom. He wouldnt be bound any longer, but his opponents he had no reason to let them remain free. As for who those enemies would be, he could only guess. The Order still had plenty of enemies, and there were mysterious forces at work. But beyond organizations, Devon had a simple target- those who would enslave others. It was highly appropriate that a method of their downfall would be something they used on others. The spikes, of course, were more of an instrument of torture and not a proper part of chains or even the most effective weapon- but as an additional effect on restricting foes he found them useful enough.
All he had to do was modify how the technique worked. It would be more practical if they could come from his hands, at least in part. While some might care about the aesthetic of chains wrapping around their arms, it was ultimately less practical than if he were to grab onto them and manipulate them more directly. But limiting himself to two chains was silly. Other chains could still be formed around him to reach out and combat enemies all around him and to protect his friends and family. And for those foes who deserved it the chains would either kill them- or restrain them to be brought in for a just execution. He wasnt going to commit to only capturing his foes alive, but if practical and useful he would be willing to hold himself back from immediate violence. If he could do it with Tonina, he could do so with anyone. Though he was certain it would take months of work to get back on track.
Chapter 180Flashing the paper with Masozis face on it would either be the fastest way to find him, or the fastest way to send him into hiding. Just because it didnt say there was a bounty connected to it didnt mean it wouldnt evoke those same feelings. Velvet went with a more subtle approach, looking for who in the tavern might be the most informed, who was paying attention. She kept her cultivation concealed, making her seem weaker and less important, though she didnt fully hide that she was a cultivator. The things she heard varied widely.Havent seen him.The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.Seems like a merc.Many more unhelpful things along those lines were repeated, but she eventually got something useful.I saw him down at the docks, talking to the harbormaster, one man responded. Might I inquire why you are searching for him?I need to talk to him about something, Velvet said. Do you remember what he was talking to the harbormaster about?I might recall something, though my memory does get a bit fuzzy without my medicine. The man was at least straightforward enough to hold out his hand for the bribe or just payment.The information better be good, Velvet answered.It is accurate, I assure you. I have no intention to waste your time with fabrications. Upon receiving a modest payment, he nodded. He was asking about boats going to the Golden Isles. You know the rumors? Velvet shrugged noncommittally. It has to do with that Secret Realm down south. Some sort of ocean sect from the past. It seems the ruins of their headquarters have been uncovered, and everyone around here is flocking for it. Velvet looked around the room, seeing how relaxed everyone was. Everyone without good sense, anyway. Some of those ruins are buried in the depths of the sea. An awful place for cultivators to travel, I must say. Hard to survive there even without beasts chewing on you.As he reached the point of forming the twentieth star, his body greedily sucked in energy from around it, condensing it. While he could certainly continue in that manner successfully, Anton continued to add just a bit more of the energy of Fleeting Youth. If he was correct, he might be able to maintain a store of it inside of him instead of being forced to draw upon it from outside every time. Not much, perhaps not even enough for a full-power attack, but that was without comparing it to a normal shot. If he could suddenly fire an arrow with several times the momentum, it could greatly throw off an opponent- even if they were ultimately able to withstand it. And if he was able to store that energy in himself, he could access it more quickly.Fire flowed through his meridians into his dantiant, gathering into a ball. Just the smallest amount of Fleeting Youths power was used to enhance the process, yet Anton nearly felt overwhelmed, like he stuck himself into a furnace. But he kept control over it. Though it was powerful, this was his fire. It shouldnt harm him if he didnt will it to. He almost felt steam blowing out his ears as he continued, but he kept it as the core of his next star. He had the feeling it could do much the same for different cultivation techniques.He nodded to himself. That would be one reason practicing it later wouldnt provide the same benefits. And he would ultimately have more time practicing it, as he would continue to be at an advanced age while he practiced instead of being forced to cram it into a measly few decades after reaching the peak of cultivation. There was always the question of whether that was possible, but he was going to walk into that direction until he no longer could. Then perhaps he would climb or crawl or whatever was necessary- but he wouldnt let himself be deterred. Anton felt deep down inside of him, the spinning stars that indicated his success in cultivation. One of them had a denser core than the others- each star was successively more powerful regardless, but this one was a fifth, maybe a tenth more than it would have otherwise been by his estimations. If he could maintain that until Essence Collection, he would be several percent more powerful overall. That might not seem like much, but each little bit beyond what an already powerful technique like the Ninety-Nine Stars could accomplish equated to greater chances of surviving or thriving in future trials.-----Devon saw his grandfather off as he left to visit the ruins of the Luminous Ocean Society. Now wasnt a good time for him to go along on a journey. Even though hed had several months to refocus himself, his cultivation wasnt in a stable spot. It seemed that focusing and manipulating your cultivation technique and feeding off of trauma didnt last. But he didnt regret it. With Tonina dead, the memories of the arena and her final attempt to kill him didnt suddenly go away, but he was able to get some perspective.He found a place to be alone and slowly formed the chains, slipping out of his scars to mirror the weapon that had caused them. It was harder with some of the fading anger, but that was fine. Hed noticed some flaws in his technique anyway, beyond its dubious origin. While it was simplest to form the chains from the point of his scars, that limited his forms of attack. He could certainly give up on that training and learn other forms of attack. In fact, now was the best time to change core cultivation techniques, and he could switch to the Ninety-Nine Stars like his grandfather. He might do that, but he would keep the chains.Strangely enough, the chains were a sign of his freedom. He wouldnt be bound any longer, but his opponents he had no reason to let them remain free. As for who those enemies would be, he could only guess. The Order still had plenty of enemies, and there were mysterious forces at work. But beyond organizations, Devon had a simple target- those who would enslave others. It was highly appropriate that a method of their downfall would be something they used on others. The spikes, of course, were more of an instrument of torture and not a proper part of chains or even the most effective weapon- but as an additional effect on restricting foes he found them useful enough.All he had to do was modify how the technique worked. It would be more practical if they could come from his hands, at least in part. While some might care about the aesthetic of chains wrapping around their arms, it was ultimately less practical than if he were to grab onto them and manipulate them more directly. But limiting himself to two chains was silly. Other chains could still be formed around him to reach out and combat enemies all around him and to protect his friends and family. And for those foes who deserved it the chains would either kill them- or restrain them to be brought in for a just execution. He wasnt going to commit to only capturing his foes alive, but if practical and useful he would be willing to hold himself back from immediate violence. If he could do it with Tonina, he could do so with anyone. Though he was certain it would take months of work to get back on track.
