Chapter 208
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Chapter 208
A single month wasnt enough to teach someone to read, even if they werent occupied with other things. If they were willing to undergo repetition, adults or those close to it were able to learn to read more quickly than children.
Leo was focusing on his meridians for the second star and first prime tempering, which would generally smooth his cultivation and help him with energy control. That was something quite advantageous for his job, since he could send his energy into places that couldnt be seen to find and clear blockages.
Kit was studying to be an herbalist, a wise choice since her previous untrained interaction with herbs had been a problem. She had been a bit behind Leo in cultivation, but had now completed the first star and was going to temper the organs in her head. An increase in cognitive abilities and better eyesight would both be useful. She was still in quite the early stages of an apprenticeship, and was little more than someone sent out into the woods to fetch herbs. Her master was patient enough to let her learn things one bit at a time, even if she couldnt read yet.
Their growth made Anton happy with his choices. While before circumstances had forced them into a difficult position, now they had the power to grow beyond where they were. The results had been quite good with them, but Anton hadnt found others he was willing to take a risk on. There was every chance that Leo could have chosen to devote himself to a life of more effective crime, and that was the very opposite of what Anton wanted. Most of those he saw were only looking out for themselves, so it was difficult to judge how they might change if taught to cultivate.
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During the time he stayed in Cruhull, disturbing news came to Anton. Cultivators had gone missing, many later found dead. Lone cultivators and those in small groups were the targets, but unlike the standard incidents of bandits preying on other cultivators it wasnt necessarily those who foolishly flaunted their wealth that were targeted. In fact, some of them were found with everything they had still on them.
The group from the Order was fine. Every sect that had traveled to the tournament in a larger group encountered no trouble, but some of the smaller sects lost their delegations. The patrols in Facraona had stopped several attacks, but they were unable to capture anyone alive. They either fought to the death or escaped. One thing that was consistent was that the cultivators worked in small groups themselves, but were Essence Collection cultivators for the most part.
Nothing else linked them together, including cultivation style or country of origin. No evidence was found on their bodies linking them to anything, except those who were known to be part of various criminal groups- bandits and evil sects. Yet the attacks should be related, because normally tournaments like the one in Facraona didnt have so many incidents. With enough cultivators involved it was inevitable that some would get into trouble, and people did like to prey on small groups but the risk seemed disproportionate to the reward. They werent just targeting people who wandered too deep into the wilderness, but people traveling on main roads.
Anton didnt know what he should or could do about the attacks, but it made him consider either leaving for the Order right away, or waiting a bit longer for things to die down. Either way, he didnt intend to travel alone. The same sentiment was shared among other cultivators, who would otherwise happily travel without any significant protection as long as it was through generally safe areas.
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Another two months. Both Leo and Kit completed the second star, and were in a stable enough situation that they could continue learning whatever they needed to on their own. Anton kept up his own training, of course, but he couldnt train as efficiently in Cruhull. There was no guarantee he would have achieved the twenty-sixth star regardless, but he planned to make the final push once he was back at the Order.
He invited Leo and Kit to come along with him, but they declined- either because that was their true desire, or possibly because they realized he really didnt want them to come along. Anton had nothing against them becoming full-time cultivators, but he thought that it would be better if as many people as possible were cultivating but still fulfilling normal roles in society. He also didnt want to drag two young people away from their home into an unfamiliar place.
He still didnt find anyone else he wanted to teach to cultivate. There were many people working in the city that could doubtless benefit from cultivation to empower whatever they were doing, but Anton was still cautious about filling the area with cultivators of the Ninety-Nine Stars. He did speak to some small local sects about his ideas, but none were particularly enthusiastic about spending time teaching people to cultivate with no visible benefit to themselves. Still, they werent entirely against the idea either- and he told them to pay attention to Graotan in the coming years.
In that case, the tall man said, Wed be glad to have you. Im Caeus. Hes Hein, Caeus gestured to the mercenary, who had puffy eyes that made him seem to be constantly squinting. We also have Gustav, Printza, Stojan, and Nkiru.
Im Anton, he introduced himself. You planning to head out today?
Right now, actually. Are you prepared?
Anton nodded, Got everything.
-----
As a lone cultivator it was important to stay on alert at all times. People were bound to get ideas if they thought you were an easy target. And sometimes no amount of swords would convince anyone otherwise. Chikere shook her head as she sensed two cultivators coming. Like her, they were in early Essence Collection. Doubtless they thought they could take her on. Maybe they were right, but did they really think she wouldnt take one of them down with her?
That was the weakness of people working in groups. They thought that long cultivators had to be the easiest targets, but Chikere wouldnt be alive if she were so easy to rob or kill. It was unfortunate that her accurate display of her abilities might have looked like she was overcompensating. Ten swords was a lot.
She wondered if she could run, but theyd caught her on both sides at a narrow part of the road. She could move through the rough terrain to either side but she would be slowed. So the simplest way was to just continue moving forward. If she killed the woman in front of her quickly enough, it would basically be two one-on-one fights which was much easier than two-on-one.
She suddenly switched from her relaxed walk to a burst of speed, at a distance she hoped they werent expecting her to have noticed them from. But they had made a simple mistake in their concealment- they had swords. And Chikere could sniff out a sword from a kilometer away. Not literally, of course. Swords usually only smelled like metal, whether that was their normal materials or the blood staining them. But a sword cultivator could sense the sharpness of a good weapon as it called to them.
That was how Chikere immediately knew something was wrong when a dozen cultivators ambushed her from either side. They certainly had swords, but yet she hadnt sensed them. So much for surprising her target with her true skills. She had to pull out all of her swords, deciding on a nice two handed grip for her main weapon. Sword number ten still got to participate, floating around behind her back while two-through-nine flanked her on either side as two pairs.
Chikere didnt have time to waste on the trash coming at her from either side. Their exact cultivation was hard to sense, but that didnt matter when their technique was so sloppy. Limbs and heads flew everywhere as she charged towards the woman in front of her.
A battle between cultivators with equal cultivation could take a long time as they whittled each other down, looking for a perfect opening. Or it could take exactly one swing. Chikere knew that if her movement had been off by even a few millimeters she might not have survived the exchange, but she didnt have time to waste squabbling with someone. A nice confident attack with only a token defense was plenty if she parried the enemy attack in the same motion as she killed them. There was some sort of black fog that tried to block her attack, but that was why shed put extra energy- to make sure she could slice through anything in her way.
What a waste of a good sword. This cultivator having it, of course. She didnt destroy it. It was going to replace number ten! As she turned around and saw no bodies on the ground, Chikere realized that the dozen extra attackers had simply been an illusion. Maybe she should have seen through it, but did it really matter when she could just defeat them?
The remaining Essence Collection cultivator was definitely real, but he seemed uninterested in continuing the attack. Chikere certainly wasnt going to chase him down the road, so she set about looting the one shed killed, ignoring the trickle of blood dripping down her left arm. She wondered where these people were even from. It wasnt any of the usual grudges, but the magic bag wasnt as full as she would have expected for a bandit with previous successes. Certainly not lacking, though.
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Chapter 208
A single month wasnt enough to teach someone to read, even if they werent occupied with other things. If they were willing to undergo repetition, adults or those close to it were able to learn to read more quickly than children.
Leo was focusing on his meridians for the second star and first prime tempering, which would generally smooth his cultivation and help him with energy control. That was something quite advantageous for his job, since he could send his energy into places that couldnt be seen to find and clear blockages.
Kit was studying to be an herbalist, a wise choice since her previous untrained interaction with herbs had been a problem. She had been a bit behind Leo in cultivation, but had now completed the first star and was going to temper the organs in her head. An increase in cognitive abilities and better eyesight would both be useful. She was still in quite the early stages of an apprenticeship, and was little more than someone sent out into the woods to fetch herbs. Her master was patient enough to let her learn things one bit at a time, even if she couldnt read yet.
Their growth made Anton happy with his choices. While before circumstances had forced them into a difficult position, now they had the power to grow beyond where they were. The results had been quite good with them, but Anton hadnt found others he was willing to take a risk on. There was every chance that Leo could have chosen to devote himself to a life of more effective crime, and that was the very opposite of what Anton wanted. Most of those he saw were only looking out for themselves, so it was difficult to judge how they might change if taught to cultivate.
-----
During the time he stayed in Cruhull, disturbing news came to Anton. Cultivators had gone missing, many later found dead. Lone cultivators and those in small groups were the targets, but unlike the standard incidents of bandits preying on other cultivators it wasnt necessarily those who foolishly flaunted their wealth that were targeted. In fact, some of them were found with everything they had still on them.
The group from the Order was fine. Every sect that had traveled to the tournament in a larger group encountered no trouble, but some of the smaller sects lost their delegations. The patrols in Facraona had stopped several attacks, but they were unable to capture anyone alive. They either fought to the death or escaped. One thing that was consistent was that the cultivators worked in small groups themselves, but were Essence Collection cultivators for the most part.
Nothing else linked them together, including cultivation style or country of origin. No evidence was found on their bodies linking them to anything, except those who were known to be part of various criminal groups- bandits and evil sects. Yet the attacks should be related, because normally tournaments like the one in Facraona didnt have so many incidents. With enough cultivators involved it was inevitable that some would get into trouble, and people did like to prey on small groups but the risk seemed disproportionate to the reward. They werent just targeting people who wandered too deep into the wilderness, but people traveling on main roads.
Anton didnt know what he should or could do about the attacks, but it made him consider either leaving for the Order right away, or waiting a bit longer for things to die down. Either way, he didnt intend to travel alone. The same sentiment was shared among other cultivators, who would otherwise happily travel without any significant protection as long as it was through generally safe areas.
-----
Another two months. Both Leo and Kit completed the second star, and were in a stable enough situation that they could continue learning whatever they needed to on their own. Anton kept up his own training, of course, but he couldnt train as efficiently in Cruhull. There was no guarantee he would have achieved the twenty-sixth star regardless, but he planned to make the final push once he was back at the Order.
He invited Leo and Kit to come along with him, but they declined- either because that was their true desire, or possibly because they realized he really didnt want them to come along. Anton had nothing against them becoming full-time cultivators, but he thought that it would be better if as many people as possible were cultivating but still fulfilling normal roles in society. He also didnt want to drag two young people away from their home into an unfamiliar place.
He still didnt find anyone else he wanted to teach to cultivate. There were many people working in the city that could doubtless benefit from cultivation to empower whatever they were doing, but Anton was still cautious about filling the area with cultivators of the Ninety-Nine Stars. He did speak to some small local sects about his ideas, but none were particularly enthusiastic about spending time teaching people to cultivate with no visible benefit to themselves. Still, they werent entirely against the idea either- and he told them to pay attention to Graotan in the coming years.
In that case, the tall man said, Wed be glad to have you. Im Caeus. Hes Hein, Caeus gestured to the mercenary, who had puffy eyes that made him seem to be constantly squinting. We also have Gustav, Printza, Stojan, and Nkiru.
Im Anton, he introduced himself. You planning to head out today?
Right now, actually. Are you prepared?
Anton nodded, Got everything.
-----
As a lone cultivator it was important to stay on alert at all times. People were bound to get ideas if they thought you were an easy target. And sometimes no amount of swords would convince anyone otherwise. Chikere shook her head as she sensed two cultivators coming. Like her, they were in early Essence Collection. Doubtless they thought they could take her on. Maybe they were right, but did they really think she wouldnt take one of them down with her?
That was the weakness of people working in groups. They thought that long cultivators had to be the easiest targets, but Chikere wouldnt be alive if she were so easy to rob or kill. It was unfortunate that her accurate display of her abilities might have looked like she was overcompensating. Ten swords was a lot.
She wondered if she could run, but theyd caught her on both sides at a narrow part of the road. She could move through the rough terrain to either side but she would be slowed. So the simplest way was to just continue moving forward. If she killed the woman in front of her quickly enough, it would basically be two one-on-one fights which was much easier than two-on-one.
She suddenly switched from her relaxed walk to a burst of speed, at a distance she hoped they werent expecting her to have noticed them from. But they had made a simple mistake in their concealment- they had swords. And Chikere could sniff out a sword from a kilometer away. Not literally, of course. Swords usually only smelled like metal, whether that was their normal materials or the blood staining them. But a sword cultivator could sense the sharpness of a good weapon as it called to them.
That was how Chikere immediately knew something was wrong when a dozen cultivators ambushed her from either side. They certainly had swords, but yet she hadnt sensed them. So much for surprising her target with her true skills. She had to pull out all of her swords, deciding on a nice two handed grip for her main weapon. Sword number ten still got to participate, floating around behind her back while two-through-nine flanked her on either side as two pairs.
Chikere didnt have time to waste on the trash coming at her from either side. Their exact cultivation was hard to sense, but that didnt matter when their technique was so sloppy. Limbs and heads flew everywhere as she charged towards the woman in front of her.
A battle between cultivators with equal cultivation could take a long time as they whittled each other down, looking for a perfect opening. Or it could take exactly one swing. Chikere knew that if her movement had been off by even a few millimeters she might not have survived the exchange, but she didnt have time to waste squabbling with someone. A nice confident attack with only a token defense was plenty if she parried the enemy attack in the same motion as she killed them. There was some sort of black fog that tried to block her attack, but that was why shed put extra energy- to make sure she could slice through anything in her way.
What a waste of a good sword. This cultivator having it, of course. She didnt destroy it. It was going to replace number ten! As she turned around and saw no bodies on the ground, Chikere realized that the dozen extra attackers had simply been an illusion. Maybe she should have seen through it, but did it really matter when she could just defeat them?
The remaining Essence Collection cultivator was definitely real, but he seemed uninterested in continuing the attack. Chikere certainly wasnt going to chase him down the road, so she set about looting the one shed killed, ignoring the trickle of blood dripping down her left arm. She wondered where these people were even from. It wasnt any of the usual grudges, but the magic bag wasnt as full as she would have expected for a bandit with previous successes. Certainly not lacking, though.
Chapter 208A single month wasnt enough to teach someone to read, even if they werent occupied with other things. If they were willing to undergo repetition, adults or those close to it were able to learn to read more quickly than children.Leo was focusing on his meridians for the second star and first prime tempering, which would generally smooth his cultivation and help him with energy control. That was something quite advantageous for his job, since he could send his energy into places that couldnt be seen to find and clear blockages. Kit was studying to be an herbalist, a wise choice since her previous untrained interaction with herbs had been a problem. She had been a bit behind Leo in cultivation, but had now completed the first star and was going to temper the organs in her head. An increase in cognitive abilities and better eyesight would both be useful. She was still in quite the early stages of an apprenticeship, and was little more than someone sent out into the woods to fetch herbs. Her master was patient enough to let her learn things one bit at a time, even if she couldnt read yet.Their growth made Anton happy with his choices. While before circumstances had forced them into a difficult position, now they had the power to grow beyond where they were. The results had been quite good with them, but Anton hadnt found others he was willing to take a risk on. There was every chance that Leo could have chosen to devote himself to a life of more effective crime, and that was the very opposite of what Anton wanted. Most of those he saw were only looking out for themselves, so it was difficult to judge how they might change if taught to cultivate.-----During the time he stayed in Cruhull, disturbing news came to Anton. Cultivators had gone missing, many later found dead. Lone cultivators and those in small groups were the targets, but unlike the standard incidents of bandits preying on other cultivators it wasnt necessarily those who foolishly flaunted their wealth that were targeted. In fact, some of them were found with everything they had still on them.The group from the Order was fine. Every sect that had traveled to the tournament in a larger group encountered no trouble, but some of the smaller sects lost their delegations. The patrols in Facraona had stopped several attacks, but they were unable to capture anyone alive. They either fought to the death or escaped. One thing that was consistent was that the cultivators worked in small groups themselves, but were Essence Collection cultivators for the most part.Nothing else linked them together, including cultivation style or country of origin. No evidence was found on their bodies linking them to anything, except those who were known to be part of various criminal groups- bandits and evil sects. Yet the attacks should be related, because normally tournaments like the one in Facraona didnt have so many incidents. With enough cultivators involved it was inevitable that some would get into trouble, and people did like to prey on small groups but the risk seemed disproportionate to the reward. They werent just targeting people who wandered too deep into the wilderness, but people traveling on main roads.Anton didnt know what he should or could do about the attacks, but it made him consider either leaving for the Order right away, or waiting a bit longer for things to die down. Either way, he didnt intend to travel alone. The same sentiment was shared among other cultivators, who would otherwise happily travel without any significant protection as long as it was through generally safe areas.-----Another two months. Both Leo and Kit completed the second star, and were in a stable enough situation that they could continue learning whatever they needed to on their own. Anton kept up his own training, of course, but he couldnt train as efficiently in Cruhull. There was no guarantee he would have achieved the twenty-sixth star regardless, but he planned to make the final push once he was back at the Order. He invited Leo and Kit to come along with him, but they declined- either because that was their true desire, or possibly because they realized he really didnt want them to come along. Anton had nothing against them becoming full-time cultivators, but he thought that it would be better if as many people as possible were cultivating but still fulfilling normal roles in society. He also didnt want to drag two young people away from their home into an unfamiliar place.He still didnt find anyone else he wanted to teach to cultivate. There were many people working in the city that could doubtless benefit from cultivation to empower whatever they were doing, but Anton was still cautious about filling the area with cultivators of the Ninety-Nine Stars. He did speak to some small local sects about his ideas, but none were particularly enthusiastic about spending time teaching people to cultivate with no visible benefit to themselves. Still, they werent entirely against the idea either- and he told them to pay attention to Graotan in the coming years.In that case, the tall man said, Wed be glad to have you. Im Caeus. Hes Hein, Caeus gestured to the mercenary, who had puffy eyes that made him seem to be constantly squinting. We also have Gustav, Printza, Stojan, and Nkiru.Im Anton, he introduced himself. You planning to head out today?Right now, actually. Are you prepared?Anton nodded, Got everything.-----As a lone cultivator it was important to stay on alert at all times. People were bound to get ideas if they thought you were an easy target. And sometimes no amount of swords would convince anyone otherwise. Chikere shook her head as she sensed two cultivators coming. Like her, they were in early Essence Collection. Doubtless they thought they could take her on. Maybe they were right, but did they really think she wouldnt take one of them down with her? That was the weakness of people working in groups. They thought that long cultivators had to be the easiest targets, but Chikere wouldnt be alive if she were so easy to rob or kill. It was unfortunate that her accurate display of her abilities might have looked like she was overcompensating. Ten swords was a lot. She wondered if she could run, but theyd caught her on both sides at a narrow part of the road. She could move through the rough terrain to either side but she would be slowed. So the simplest way was to just continue moving forward. If she killed the woman in front of her quickly enough, it would basically be two one-on-one fights which was much easier than two-on-one. She suddenly switched from her relaxed walk to a burst of speed, at a distance she hoped they werent expecting her to have noticed them from. But they had made a simple mistake in their concealment- they had swords. And Chikere could sniff out a sword from a kilometer away. Not literally, of course. Swords usually only smelled like metal, whether that was their normal materials or the blood staining them. But a sword cultivator could sense the sharpness of a good weapon as it called to them.That was how Chikere immediately knew something was wrong when a dozen cultivators ambushed her from either side. They certainly had swords, but yet she hadnt sensed them. So much for surprising her target with her true skills. She had to pull out all of her swords, deciding on a nice two handed grip for her main weapon. Sword number ten still got to participate, floating around behind her back while two-through-nine flanked her on either side as two pairs. Chikere didnt have time to waste on the trash coming at her from either side. Their exact cultivation was hard to sense, but that didnt matter when their technique was so sloppy. Limbs and heads flew everywhere as she charged towards the woman in front of her. A battle between cultivators with equal cultivation could take a long time as they whittled each other down, looking for a perfect opening. Or it could take exactly one swing. Chikere knew that if her movement had been off by even a few millimeters she might not have survived the exchange, but she didnt have time to waste squabbling with someone. A nice confident attack with only a token defense was plenty if she parried the enemy attack in the same motion as she killed them. There was some sort of black fog that tried to block her attack, but that was why shed put extra energy- to make sure she could slice through anything in her way.What a waste of a good sword. This cultivator having it, of course. She didnt destroy it. It was going to replace number ten! As she turned around and saw no bodies on the ground, Chikere realized that the dozen extra attackers had simply been an illusion. Maybe she should have seen through it, but did it really matter when she could just defeat them?The remaining Essence Collection cultivator was definitely real, but he seemed uninterested in continuing the attack. Chikere certainly wasnt going to chase him down the road, so she set about looting the one shed killed, ignoring the trickle of blood dripping down her left arm. She wondered where these people were even from. It wasnt any of the usual grudges, but the magic bag wasnt as full as she would have expected for a bandit with previous successes. Certainly not lacking, though.
