Chapter 301
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Chapter 301
Anton walked into Idalias shop and pulled a stack of books out of his storage bag. She looked at him curiously and asked, Whats all that?
This is a selection of herbalist manuals covering the most common herbs useful for people in Body Tempering, Anton explained. I have more for Spirit Building, but those are rather valuable.
Knowing cultivators, I doubt I could afford the others anyway. Business is up, but not that much.
Anton set them down on the counter in front of her, Im not planning to sell them to you. Im just giving them to you. Ill do the same with the others, but theyre a bit too much of a temptation for others to steal with your current cultivation. Anton flipped one of them open, In exchange, I need your experience in the field. Im still missing some key experience to understand some parts of these.
Youve already read them? Then you might know more than me.
For a short time, perhaps I might know more about these things in particular. And Ill admit to having studied some of them before, Anton shrugged, But its a matter of access to knowledge for you. And when you reach Spirit Building, you can look forward to some significant increases in mental processing.
I dont even know why youd want to learn from me, when cultivators seems to already know everything, Idalia frowned.
Thats simple, Anton explained. Cultivators dont always think about what theyre doing. They dont make medicines for headaches and common fevers. And they are likely to miss plants that are not imbued with natural energy even if they have valuable properties. Like those not used for fighting or recovering from a fight.
Yet you seem to be trying to make everyone a cultivator, Idalia countered.
Everyone needs to enjoy the benefits of using natural energy, and enhanced bodies and minds. Personally I also think everyone should know at least the basics of combat so they can band together to deal with problems. Beyond that, however, I find that non-cultivators tend to do a better job making a sustainable living. Or rather, I work with the people who do. Anton nodded to himself, Most people fail to see the benefits of everyone cultivating, only thinking what it might cost them in the short term. Even if that short term is a mere decade, which shouldnt matter to serious cultivators.
Idalia nodded seriously, And how long have you been cultivating?
Fifteen years, Anton grinned widely.
Yeah, sure. Me too.
Anton didnt bother with correcting her thoughts at the moment. It was well known that cultivators took a long time to reach significant power- and that only the young were suited to start cultivating. Though Anton had already recruited some of the less young throughout Arbington. Need help with that door? Anton asked.
Dont worry about it. Already called in someone to replace the doorframe and the rest. Idalia frowned, Now Im worried about how easy it is for cultivators to break in, though.
Id suggest a secret basement, Anton gestured downward. If its deep enough nobody will notice anything important in it. Put it below a regular basement so that nobody bothers to get close or wonder why you head downstairs. Or protect it with formations, but you need the strength to back that up. Same with storage bags that you carry on you at all times, Anton patted the bag at his waist.
Seems problematic.
Thats the issue with having valuables, Anton shrugged. And nobody properly enforcing the laws.
Dont remind me.
Too late, Anton grinned. But this place is well on its way. Just needs a few years.
And then what, we mob Birita?
Never underestimate a mob with pitchforks. Or proper spears.
-----
There were guards on towers flanking the gate, a pair of archers matched with spear-wielding counterparts below. Halt! Who goes there?
Its us! Trix and Sasho. We brought the one Birita asked to meet. Anton. This is him.
Anton looked up at the two guards, who were not only far too close for what he would have considered their optimal range but almost close enough he could leap to them to engage in melee before they could get a shot off.
Uh, right. We heard about that. You can pass, but well be watching you.
They would certainly try, but the poor arrangement of buildings meant they wouldnt have a shot at Anton. Maybe it was intentional to not have a straight path to their leaders home, but the defenses didnt seem quite that intentionally arranged. As they drew close, Anton could sense Biritas chaotic energy. It was normally chaotic, but today it was especially so.
A few more people challenged them, and in the end Anton walked up to Biritas cabin with a number of followers trailing along to see what would happen. Trix cautiously knocked on the door.
What? A voice shouted from the other side. I toldja not ta bother me!
At your request, Trix carefully left her name out, Weve brought the cultivator, Anton.
A string of unintelligible profanity poured out of the cabin, before some useful words. Fine. Send im in! Anton stepped inside, scoping out the place. Even if he hadnt learned from Catarina, the formations in the area would have been obvious. Inside was a woman with several scars on her face and arms, sitting in a wide stance on a wooden bench. Two jugs were laid out in front of her. She took a swig from one, grimaced, then a drink from the other. You. Ant. I hear youve bn causin trouble round here. Teachin people things they dont need to know. She waved her arms broadly as she did so. Pretty stupid.
What do you mean? Anton asked. He wasnt trying that hard to actually fool her, but drunk as she was he didnt know if it would even matter. Drunk Essence Collection cultivators might still be dangerous and perceptive, but it certainly lowered their capabilities.
Theyre cultivatin, she frowned and sloshed one of the jugs towards him with her gesture. Cant have that.
Why? Anton asked. Are you afraid? he let his voice carry, loud enough that those outside might overhear.
Course not, she spat. Just dont like trouble. And youre trouble.
I dont like trouble either.
Good. Hey waitaminnit. Didja just imply that Im trouble? Huh?
What do you think? Anton asked.
I think youre askin for it! She stood up angrily and stomped her foot. The gesture wasnt just one of annoyance, but seemed to activate the formations. Men, get him!
Anton stood still for a couple seconds. Then he smiled, Barrier formations also keep people out, he explained.
Fine. Ill take care of you myself! she reached for a large sword on her back. Before she had it drawn, Anton kicked the jug of alcohol towards her. He immediately followed up with three arrows, simply shot from his energy bows instead of drawing his actual weapon. One of the arrows was made of flame, shooting through the extremely alcoholic beverage, splashing it over her and lighting it on fire at the same time. The other two struck two different points in the formation. Anton wasnt a formation master by any means but whoever set this one up was several steps further away.
There you go. Now they can get in. Anton walked calmly towards the door as several people burst through. He simply slipped past them as they attempted to swing their weapons, smashing up some of the adjacent furniture. Pardon me. Im quite busy, so Ill be on my way.
His movement replicated Vincents from when he had first watched the man, striding along uneven ground like he was floating along a river. A swift one. Anton had almost surpassed the man in cultivation now, but his example had been a guiding light for a time.
Though he seemed unhurried, Anton was not particularly interested in staying in the gang settlement to be attacked from all sides. He was just one man after all, and his purposes were better suited by not fighting much. If he were simply interested in killing Birita, attacking while she was drunk might be best- but Anton had the feeling that was something of a constant these days. The burning alcohol wouldnt have really damaged her, but it would make her look back in front of her subordinates. That was more valuable than anything else.
At the entrance of the camp, completely ignoring the two archers shooting down at him, Anton turned. Oh yes, but I almost forgot. He drew his actual bow, gathering ascension energy to make his shot have the most possible impact. He could have fired over the buildings to hit his target, but he thought it would make a better point if there were shattered walls in between. Dont assume theres nobody stronger than you. A meter wide hole opened up in a straight line in between Anton and Birita. It was a complete waste of energy, damaging the buildings like that instead of having a tiny hole, but it was more theatrical. The woman was just managing to realize that the fire didnt matter when his arrow struck her hand, sending her sword flying out of her grasp. Remember that. And the rest of you, think long and hard about if this is what you want to do. Anton glared up at the archers, who had launched a handful of arrows into the ground near him- accuracy wasnt a problem, but their inability to break through his defensive energy meant they flopped uselessly to the ground. The archers grinned sheepishly and dropped their bows.
Then Anton walked away, before the impact wore off and anyone realized that Birita was basically uninjured- including her. He might win that fight with Birita drunk, but the extra people could eventually become a problem. If he was going to kill all of her followers, he could have just done it from several kilometers away, one at a time. Instead, hed hopefully cause some damage to morale and hed also gained some useful intel regarding the second, non-alcoholic jug she was chugging.
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Chapter 301
Anton walked into Idalias shop and pulled a stack of books out of his storage bag. She looked at him curiously and asked, Whats all that?
This is a selection of herbalist manuals covering the most common herbs useful for people in Body Tempering, Anton explained. I have more for Spirit Building, but those are rather valuable.
Knowing cultivators, I doubt I could afford the others anyway. Business is up, but not that much.
Anton set them down on the counter in front of her, Im not planning to sell them to you. Im just giving them to you. Ill do the same with the others, but theyre a bit too much of a temptation for others to steal with your current cultivation. Anton flipped one of them open, In exchange, I need your experience in the field. Im still missing some key experience to understand some parts of these.
Youve already read them? Then you might know more than me.
For a short time, perhaps I might know more about these things in particular. And Ill admit to having studied some of them before, Anton shrugged, But its a matter of access to knowledge for you. And when you reach Spirit Building, you can look forward to some significant increases in mental processing.
I dont even know why youd want to learn from me, when cultivators seems to already know everything, Idalia frowned.
Thats simple, Anton explained. Cultivators dont always think about what theyre doing. They dont make medicines for headaches and common fevers. And they are likely to miss plants that are not imbued with natural energy even if they have valuable properties. Like those not used for fighting or recovering from a fight.
Yet you seem to be trying to make everyone a cultivator, Idalia countered.
Everyone needs to enjoy the benefits of using natural energy, and enhanced bodies and minds. Personally I also think everyone should know at least the basics of combat so they can band together to deal with problems. Beyond that, however, I find that non-cultivators tend to do a better job making a sustainable living. Or rather, I work with the people who do. Anton nodded to himself, Most people fail to see the benefits of everyone cultivating, only thinking what it might cost them in the short term. Even if that short term is a mere decade, which shouldnt matter to serious cultivators.
Idalia nodded seriously, And how long have you been cultivating?
Fifteen years, Anton grinned widely.
Yeah, sure. Me too.
Anton didnt bother with correcting her thoughts at the moment. It was well known that cultivators took a long time to reach significant power- and that only the young were suited to start cultivating. Though Anton had already recruited some of the less young throughout Arbington. Need help with that door? Anton asked.
Dont worry about it. Already called in someone to replace the doorframe and the rest. Idalia frowned, Now Im worried about how easy it is for cultivators to break in, though.
Id suggest a secret basement, Anton gestured downward. If its deep enough nobody will notice anything important in it. Put it below a regular basement so that nobody bothers to get close or wonder why you head downstairs. Or protect it with formations, but you need the strength to back that up. Same with storage bags that you carry on you at all times, Anton patted the bag at his waist.
Seems problematic.
Thats the issue with having valuables, Anton shrugged. And nobody properly enforcing the laws.
Dont remind me.
Too late, Anton grinned. But this place is well on its way. Just needs a few years.
And then what, we mob Birita?
Never underestimate a mob with pitchforks. Or proper spears.
-----
There were guards on towers flanking the gate, a pair of archers matched with spear-wielding counterparts below. Halt! Who goes there?
Its us! Trix and Sasho. We brought the one Birita asked to meet. Anton. This is him.
Anton looked up at the two guards, who were not only far too close for what he would have considered their optimal range but almost close enough he could leap to them to engage in melee before they could get a shot off.
Uh, right. We heard about that. You can pass, but well be watching you.
They would certainly try, but the poor arrangement of buildings meant they wouldnt have a shot at Anton. Maybe it was intentional to not have a straight path to their leaders home, but the defenses didnt seem quite that intentionally arranged. As they drew close, Anton could sense Biritas chaotic energy. It was normally chaotic, but today it was especially so.
A few more people challenged them, and in the end Anton walked up to Biritas cabin with a number of followers trailing along to see what would happen. Trix cautiously knocked on the door.
What? A voice shouted from the other side. I toldja not ta bother me!
At your request, Trix carefully left her name out, Weve brought the cultivator, Anton.
A string of unintelligible profanity poured out of the cabin, before some useful words. Fine. Send im in! Anton stepped inside, scoping out the place. Even if he hadnt learned from Catarina, the formations in the area would have been obvious. Inside was a woman with several scars on her face and arms, sitting in a wide stance on a wooden bench. Two jugs were laid out in front of her. She took a swig from one, grimaced, then a drink from the other. You. Ant. I hear youve bn causin trouble round here. Teachin people things they dont need to know. She waved her arms broadly as she did so. Pretty stupid.
What do you mean? Anton asked. He wasnt trying that hard to actually fool her, but drunk as she was he didnt know if it would even matter. Drunk Essence Collection cultivators might still be dangerous and perceptive, but it certainly lowered their capabilities.
Theyre cultivatin, she frowned and sloshed one of the jugs towards him with her gesture. Cant have that.
Why? Anton asked. Are you afraid? he let his voice carry, loud enough that those outside might overhear.
Course not, she spat. Just dont like trouble. And youre trouble.
I dont like trouble either.
Good. Hey waitaminnit. Didja just imply that Im trouble? Huh?
What do you think? Anton asked.
I think youre askin for it! She stood up angrily and stomped her foot. The gesture wasnt just one of annoyance, but seemed to activate the formations. Men, get him!
Anton stood still for a couple seconds. Then he smiled, Barrier formations also keep people out, he explained.
Fine. Ill take care of you myself! she reached for a large sword on her back. Before she had it drawn, Anton kicked the jug of alcohol towards her. He immediately followed up with three arrows, simply shot from his energy bows instead of drawing his actual weapon. One of the arrows was made of flame, shooting through the extremely alcoholic beverage, splashing it over her and lighting it on fire at the same time. The other two struck two different points in the formation. Anton wasnt a formation master by any means but whoever set this one up was several steps further away.
There you go. Now they can get in. Anton walked calmly towards the door as several people burst through. He simply slipped past them as they attempted to swing their weapons, smashing up some of the adjacent furniture. Pardon me. Im quite busy, so Ill be on my way.
His movement replicated Vincents from when he had first watched the man, striding along uneven ground like he was floating along a river. A swift one. Anton had almost surpassed the man in cultivation now, but his example had been a guiding light for a time.
Though he seemed unhurried, Anton was not particularly interested in staying in the gang settlement to be attacked from all sides. He was just one man after all, and his purposes were better suited by not fighting much. If he were simply interested in killing Birita, attacking while she was drunk might be best- but Anton had the feeling that was something of a constant these days. The burning alcohol wouldnt have really damaged her, but it would make her look back in front of her subordinates. That was more valuable than anything else.
At the entrance of the camp, completely ignoring the two archers shooting down at him, Anton turned. Oh yes, but I almost forgot. He drew his actual bow, gathering ascension energy to make his shot have the most possible impact. He could have fired over the buildings to hit his target, but he thought it would make a better point if there were shattered walls in between. Dont assume theres nobody stronger than you. A meter wide hole opened up in a straight line in between Anton and Birita. It was a complete waste of energy, damaging the buildings like that instead of having a tiny hole, but it was more theatrical. The woman was just managing to realize that the fire didnt matter when his arrow struck her hand, sending her sword flying out of her grasp. Remember that. And the rest of you, think long and hard about if this is what you want to do. Anton glared up at the archers, who had launched a handful of arrows into the ground near him- accuracy wasnt a problem, but their inability to break through his defensive energy meant they flopped uselessly to the ground. The archers grinned sheepishly and dropped their bows.
Then Anton walked away, before the impact wore off and anyone realized that Birita was basically uninjured- including her. He might win that fight with Birita drunk, but the extra people could eventually become a problem. If he was going to kill all of her followers, he could have just done it from several kilometers away, one at a time. Instead, hed hopefully cause some damage to morale and hed also gained some useful intel regarding the second, non-alcoholic jug she was chugging.
Chapter 301Anton walked into Idalias shop and pulled a stack of books out of his storage bag. She looked at him curiously and asked, Whats all that?This is a selection of herbalist manuals covering the most common herbs useful for people in Body Tempering, Anton explained. I have more for Spirit Building, but those are rather valuable.Knowing cultivators, I doubt I could afford the others anyway. Business is up, but not that much.Anton set them down on the counter in front of her, Im not planning to sell them to you. Im just giving them to you. Ill do the same with the others, but theyre a bit too much of a temptation for others to steal with your current cultivation. Anton flipped one of them open, In exchange, I need your experience in the field. Im still missing some key experience to understand some parts of these.Youve already read them? Then you might know more than me.For a short time, perhaps I might know more about these things in particular. And Ill admit to having studied some of them before, Anton shrugged, But its a matter of access to knowledge for you. And when you reach Spirit Building, you can look forward to some significant increases in mental processing.I dont even know why youd want to learn from me, when cultivators seems to already know everything, Idalia frowned.Thats simple, Anton explained. Cultivators dont always think about what theyre doing. They dont make medicines for headaches and common fevers. And they are likely to miss plants that are not imbued with natural energy even if they have valuable properties. Like those not used for fighting or recovering from a fight.Yet you seem to be trying to make everyone a cultivator, Idalia countered.Everyone needs to enjoy the benefits of using natural energy, and enhanced bodies and minds. Personally I also think everyone should know at least the basics of combat so they can band together to deal with problems. Beyond that, however, I find that non-cultivators tend to do a better job making a sustainable living. Or rather, I work with the people who do. Anton nodded to himself, Most people fail to see the benefits of everyone cultivating, only thinking what it might cost them in the short term. Even if that short term is a mere decade, which shouldnt matter to serious cultivators.Idalia nodded seriously, And how long have you been cultivating?Fifteen years, Anton grinned widely.Yeah, sure. Me too.Anton didnt bother with correcting her thoughts at the moment. It was well known that cultivators took a long time to reach significant power- and that only the young were suited to start cultivating. Though Anton had already recruited some of the less young throughout Arbington. Need help with that door? Anton asked.Dont worry about it. Already called in someone to replace the doorframe and the rest. Idalia frowned, Now Im worried about how easy it is for cultivators to break in, though.Id suggest a secret basement, Anton gestured downward. If its deep enough nobody will notice anything important in it. Put it below a regular basement so that nobody bothers to get close or wonder why you head downstairs. Or protect it with formations, but you need the strength to back that up. Same with storage bags that you carry on you at all times, Anton patted the bag at his waist. Seems problematic.Thats the issue with having valuables, Anton shrugged. And nobody properly enforcing the laws.Dont remind me.Too late, Anton grinned. But this place is well on its way. Just needs a few years.And then what, we mob Birita?Never underestimate a mob with pitchforks. Or proper spears.-----There were guards on towers flanking the gate, a pair of archers matched with spear-wielding counterparts below. Halt! Who goes there?Its us! Trix and Sasho. We brought the one Birita asked to meet. Anton. This is him.Anton looked up at the two guards, who were not only far too close for what he would have considered their optimal range but almost close enough he could leap to them to engage in melee before they could get a shot off. Uh, right. We heard about that. You can pass, but well be watching you.They would certainly try, but the poor arrangement of buildings meant they wouldnt have a shot at Anton. Maybe it was intentional to not have a straight path to their leaders home, but the defenses didnt seem quite that intentionally arranged. As they drew close, Anton could sense Biritas chaotic energy. It was normally chaotic, but today it was especially so.A few more people challenged them, and in the end Anton walked up to Biritas cabin with a number of followers trailing along to see what would happen. Trix cautiously knocked on the door.What? A voice shouted from the other side. I toldja not ta bother me!At your request, Trix carefully left her name out, Weve brought the cultivator, Anton.A string of unintelligible profanity poured out of the cabin, before some useful words. Fine. Send im in! Anton stepped inside, scoping out the place. Even if he hadnt learned from Catarina, the formations in the area would have been obvious. Inside was a woman with several scars on her face and arms, sitting in a wide stance on a wooden bench. Two jugs were laid out in front of her. She took a swig from one, grimaced, then a drink from the other. You. Ant. I hear youve bn causin trouble round here. Teachin people things they dont need to know. She waved her arms broadly as she did so. Pretty stupid.What do you mean? Anton asked. He wasnt trying that hard to actually fool her, but drunk as she was he didnt know if it would even matter. Drunk Essence Collection cultivators might still be dangerous and perceptive, but it certainly lowered their capabilities.Theyre cultivatin, she frowned and sloshed one of the jugs towards him with her gesture. Cant have that.Why? Anton asked. Are you afraid? he let his voice carry, loud enough that those outside might overhear.Course not, she spat. Just dont like trouble. And youre trouble.I dont like trouble either.Good. Hey waitaminnit. Didja just imply that Im trouble? Huh?What do you think? Anton asked.I think youre askin for it! She stood up angrily and stomped her foot. The gesture wasnt just one of annoyance, but seemed to activate the formations. Men, get him!Anton stood still for a couple seconds. Then he smiled, Barrier formations also keep people out, he explained.Fine. Ill take care of you myself! she reached for a large sword on her back. Before she had it drawn, Anton kicked the jug of alcohol towards her. He immediately followed up with three arrows, simply shot from his energy bows instead of drawing his actual weapon. One of the arrows was made of flame, shooting through the extremely alcoholic beverage, splashing it over her and lighting it on fire at the same time. The other two struck two different points in the formation. Anton wasnt a formation master by any means but whoever set this one up was several steps further away.There you go. Now they can get in. Anton walked calmly towards the door as several people burst through. He simply slipped past them as they attempted to swing their weapons, smashing up some of the adjacent furniture. Pardon me. Im quite busy, so Ill be on my way.His movement replicated Vincents from when he had first watched the man, striding along uneven ground like he was floating along a river. A swift one. Anton had almost surpassed the man in cultivation now, but his example had been a guiding light for a time. Though he seemed unhurried, Anton was not particularly interested in staying in the gang settlement to be attacked from all sides. He was just one man after all, and his purposes were better suited by not fighting much. If he were simply interested in killing Birita, attacking while she was drunk might be best- but Anton had the feeling that was something of a constant these days. The burning alcohol wouldnt have really damaged her, but it would make her look back in front of her subordinates. That was more valuable than anything else. At the entrance of the camp, completely ignoring the two archers shooting down at him, Anton turned. Oh yes, but I almost forgot. He drew his actual bow, gathering ascension energy to make his shot have the most possible impact. He could have fired over the buildings to hit his target, but he thought it would make a better point if there were shattered walls in between. Dont assume theres nobody stronger than you. A meter wide hole opened up in a straight line in between Anton and Birita. It was a complete waste of energy, damaging the buildings like that instead of having a tiny hole, but it was more theatrical. The woman was just managing to realize that the fire didnt matter when his arrow struck her hand, sending her sword flying out of her grasp. Remember that. And the rest of you, think long and hard about if this is what you want to do. Anton glared up at the archers, who had launched a handful of arrows into the ground near him- accuracy wasnt a problem, but their inability to break through his defensive energy meant they flopped uselessly to the ground. The archers grinned sheepishly and dropped their bows.Then Anton walked away, before the impact wore off and anyone realized that Birita was basically uninjured- including her. He might win that fight with Birita drunk, but the extra people could eventually become a problem. If he was going to kill all of her followers, he could have just done it from several kilometers away, one at a time. Instead, hed hopefully cause some damage to morale and hed also gained some useful intel regarding the second, non-alcoholic jug she was chugging.
