Chapter 743
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Chapter 743
Getting involved with conflicts on the right side was one way to improve the world bit by bit, but that was only when there was a right side. Most conflicts came from limited resources- whether tangible or intangible. It wasnt always clear that one side had a clear and legitimate claim to something. For cultivators, there were many such things in the wilderness between claimed territories. They were often claimed on the basis of whoever arrived first though it could also devolve into whoever had the greater strength forcing others to give up whatever they had otherwise rightfully earned for themselves. Sometimes there would be a battle, other times there would be a threat. Always there would be negative feelings for those who remained.
Though he could not deal with everything throughout a whole planet, Anton still did his best to fend off any trouble he could anticipate. And one such instance of trouble was brewing in the desert to the south of Vochaye. It was called the Bladed Dust Bowl, a harsh desert full of many particularly prickly varieties of cactus. And of course, some of them were useful for cultivation in various ways. There were many properties in the fruits and flesh of cacti to be exploited.
More than a few people were aware of a particular phenomenon taking place involving a century pillar cactus. As the name implied, they grew very slowly, maturing only over the course of a hundred years. They stood tall and strong, but more importantly the water contained within them was of the highest quality. Some might say purity, but Anton knew that pure water was relatively uninteresting to most. This had condensed natural energy infused into it along with various chemical compounds that made it useful for medicines of various types.
There were strict requirements for such a thing to grow, and before its time of maturity it was relatively worthless. Thus, the various sects surrounding the desert had been carefully watching, unable to stake a permanent claim to the area as it was mostly inhospitable. At least by most standards. Even if they had staked a claim, it was likely other sects would have come along to remove the beleaguered disciples stationed as guards at a regular pace.
So now, there were a half dozen smaller sects and two larger ones approaching, as the transformation would take place within the next few days, turning the liquid within from bitter and poisonous to useful.
Anton knew of the two larger sects. The Fog Zephyr Cult and the Glamorous River Palace both cultivated the secrets of water, so having such a unique source of valuable water was desirable to both. At the same time, living in the desert was impossible for them, at least if they wished to cultivate. The smaller sects would likely combine forces, intent on getting whatever they could.
It wasnt possible for the sects to send many of their core members far from their sect, not without risking danger from others, so each group had a few dozen individuals between elders and disciples. Not a poor showing, especially for a world like Poriza where natural energy was sparse.
Though he wasnt the first to depart, Anton was the first to arrive. His timing was aided by the simple fact that all parties involved were close enough together for him to sense their movements, just a few hundreds of kilometers. That was nothing, even if it was all directly through the atmosphere.
An old man and woman respectively lead the two sects, and their steps paused as they arrived with near simultaneity, taking in each other and Anton.
Of course we would find you here, the old man said to the woman.
Much the same, I suppose we should have anticipated seeing some of your kind, the woman retorted.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.
Silence reigned for a few moments, then the man spoke to Anton. Friend, are you here for the pillar cactus as well? The answer was obvious, as it was the only feature for quite some distance. Though what a feature it was. Almost closer to a great tree than a cactus, it was ten stories tall and wider around than a mans arms could encircle- not that anyone would try it, with the sharp blades that stuck out from it. They had a similar property to the western creeper back on Ceretos that allowed them to puncture natural energy defenses.
You are Anton of the Order of One Hundred Stars, are you not? the woman asked. If you help us secure it, we can split it between us. Looks were exchanged between the rival elders, intense gazes clashing.
Half of our efforts? the Fog Zephyr Cult representative frowned.
Not quite, Anton said. Every second plant. So if you only manage to successfully grow one Anton shrugged. Then you are up three quarters of a century cactus. And if you grow two, that one goes to me. But if you have the skill to grow three two of them are yours, though you would have to surpass even my own estimations for production. Anton didnt feel bad about lying when it was for peoples own direct benefit. And the terms were accurate. But if you fail to even grow one, it will be no fault of my own. After all, I offered to produce each of you one. Though for your share of the seeds, I could instead grow a specimen for each party involved.
How many seeds will there be? the woman representing the lesser sects asked.
More than a handful for each group. Likely only a single seed for several of your sects but perhaps you might get lucky and produce something equivalent to this, Anton gestured to the large bladed cactus, In the next few decades.
How strict are the growth requirements? the man asked. And what of formations? Because if the expenses outweigh what we might gain
No, no formations, Anton shook his head. It simply requires a sealed area, carefully monitored. Akin to a greenhouse, the glass growing structures you may have heard about. Producing clear glass was actually relatively easy with the right techniques, and Anton had shared such information. But any mistakes could delay or even terminate the growth of a pillar cactus. He emphasized that point because while he knew they could grow to full size in a decade instead of a century, the conditions had to be just right. Otherwise a cycle might pass and it would require another decade due to the particular biology of the plants. He knew of similar things from other planets, and had gathered all the locally available information to confirm his theories.
So, we can either split it as it is, or grow them the old man nodded. I am not comfortable relying fully on you, but even if we must wait a full century for a few seeds to develop I think our sect might benefit. I do not think we can afford to simply harvest it.
Though we had plans for how we were to use this, the Glamorous River Palace thinks the same.
We cannot oppose the majority, said the younger woman. And I think we would like to grow them ourselves, with your instruction.
Anton smiled. Then we should draft up the contracts. I would of course take your word, but it would not bind your whole sects. I share every secret I know about their growth, and you provide me with every second plant produced.
There was some negotiation between the lesser sects. Could the grow independently, or did it have to be communal? Could they afford for it to not be communal? The risk of getting nothing at all seemed high if they each had only a single seed. Ultimately, they worked out the terms as if they were one individual. If two of their sects produced one, the others would split the first and Anton would gain the second.
Though of course he didnt necessarily intend to hold people to the latter part. Not perpetually, anyway. He could gain more goodwill by simply forgiving the debt, preferably after a single round of growth. Because he could make use of the actual plants for the sect or outside of it.
As for growing the cactus, it didnt actually need to be in a desert. It just needed the right balance of humidity and temperature. And of course, enough natural energy. It simply happened that this particular desert was perfect, so the plant grew naturally- but its long life cycle and value to cultivators meant it was slowly going extinct. But if they could grow it on their own in a more convenient space, then it would naturally be able to fill its habitat in the wild once more. Everyone would be a winner. And nobody had to get hurt. Hopefully, everyone involved here would have some fond memories of each other in the future.
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Chapter 743
Getting involved with conflicts on the right side was one way to improve the world bit by bit, but that was only when there was a right side. Most conflicts came from limited resources- whether tangible or intangible. It wasnt always clear that one side had a clear and legitimate claim to something. For cultivators, there were many such things in the wilderness between claimed territories. They were often claimed on the basis of whoever arrived first though it could also devolve into whoever had the greater strength forcing others to give up whatever they had otherwise rightfully earned for themselves. Sometimes there would be a battle, other times there would be a threat. Always there would be negative feelings for those who remained.
Though he could not deal with everything throughout a whole planet, Anton still did his best to fend off any trouble he could anticipate. And one such instance of trouble was brewing in the desert to the south of Vochaye. It was called the Bladed Dust Bowl, a harsh desert full of many particularly prickly varieties of cactus. And of course, some of them were useful for cultivation in various ways. There were many properties in the fruits and flesh of cacti to be exploited.
More than a few people were aware of a particular phenomenon taking place involving a century pillar cactus. As the name implied, they grew very slowly, maturing only over the course of a hundred years. They stood tall and strong, but more importantly the water contained within them was of the highest quality. Some might say purity, but Anton knew that pure water was relatively uninteresting to most. This had condensed natural energy infused into it along with various chemical compounds that made it useful for medicines of various types.
There were strict requirements for such a thing to grow, and before its time of maturity it was relatively worthless. Thus, the various sects surrounding the desert had been carefully watching, unable to stake a permanent claim to the area as it was mostly inhospitable. At least by most standards. Even if they had staked a claim, it was likely other sects would have come along to remove the beleaguered disciples stationed as guards at a regular pace.
So now, there were a half dozen smaller sects and two larger ones approaching, as the transformation would take place within the next few days, turning the liquid within from bitter and poisonous to useful.
Anton knew of the two larger sects. The Fog Zephyr Cult and the Glamorous River Palace both cultivated the secrets of water, so having such a unique source of valuable water was desirable to both. At the same time, living in the desert was impossible for them, at least if they wished to cultivate. The smaller sects would likely combine forces, intent on getting whatever they could.
It wasnt possible for the sects to send many of their core members far from their sect, not without risking danger from others, so each group had a few dozen individuals between elders and disciples. Not a poor showing, especially for a world like Poriza where natural energy was sparse.
Though he wasnt the first to depart, Anton was the first to arrive. His timing was aided by the simple fact that all parties involved were close enough together for him to sense their movements, just a few hundreds of kilometers. That was nothing, even if it was all directly through the atmosphere.
An old man and woman respectively lead the two sects, and their steps paused as they arrived with near simultaneity, taking in each other and Anton.
Of course we would find you here, the old man said to the woman.
Much the same, I suppose we should have anticipated seeing some of your kind, the woman retorted.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.
Silence reigned for a few moments, then the man spoke to Anton. Friend, are you here for the pillar cactus as well? The answer was obvious, as it was the only feature for quite some distance. Though what a feature it was. Almost closer to a great tree than a cactus, it was ten stories tall and wider around than a mans arms could encircle- not that anyone would try it, with the sharp blades that stuck out from it. They had a similar property to the western creeper back on Ceretos that allowed them to puncture natural energy defenses.
You are Anton of the Order of One Hundred Stars, are you not? the woman asked. If you help us secure it, we can split it between us. Looks were exchanged between the rival elders, intense gazes clashing.
Half of our efforts? the Fog Zephyr Cult representative frowned.
Not quite, Anton said. Every second plant. So if you only manage to successfully grow one Anton shrugged. Then you are up three quarters of a century cactus. And if you grow two, that one goes to me. But if you have the skill to grow three two of them are yours, though you would have to surpass even my own estimations for production. Anton didnt feel bad about lying when it was for peoples own direct benefit. And the terms were accurate. But if you fail to even grow one, it will be no fault of my own. After all, I offered to produce each of you one. Though for your share of the seeds, I could instead grow a specimen for each party involved.
How many seeds will there be? the woman representing the lesser sects asked.
More than a handful for each group. Likely only a single seed for several of your sects but perhaps you might get lucky and produce something equivalent to this, Anton gestured to the large bladed cactus, In the next few decades.
How strict are the growth requirements? the man asked. And what of formations? Because if the expenses outweigh what we might gain
No, no formations, Anton shook his head. It simply requires a sealed area, carefully monitored. Akin to a greenhouse, the glass growing structures you may have heard about. Producing clear glass was actually relatively easy with the right techniques, and Anton had shared such information. But any mistakes could delay or even terminate the growth of a pillar cactus. He emphasized that point because while he knew they could grow to full size in a decade instead of a century, the conditions had to be just right. Otherwise a cycle might pass and it would require another decade due to the particular biology of the plants. He knew of similar things from other planets, and had gathered all the locally available information to confirm his theories.
So, we can either split it as it is, or grow them the old man nodded. I am not comfortable relying fully on you, but even if we must wait a full century for a few seeds to develop I think our sect might benefit. I do not think we can afford to simply harvest it.
Though we had plans for how we were to use this, the Glamorous River Palace thinks the same.
We cannot oppose the majority, said the younger woman. And I think we would like to grow them ourselves, with your instruction.
Anton smiled. Then we should draft up the contracts. I would of course take your word, but it would not bind your whole sects. I share every secret I know about their growth, and you provide me with every second plant produced.
There was some negotiation between the lesser sects. Could the grow independently, or did it have to be communal? Could they afford for it to not be communal? The risk of getting nothing at all seemed high if they each had only a single seed. Ultimately, they worked out the terms as if they were one individual. If two of their sects produced one, the others would split the first and Anton would gain the second.
Though of course he didnt necessarily intend to hold people to the latter part. Not perpetually, anyway. He could gain more goodwill by simply forgiving the debt, preferably after a single round of growth. Because he could make use of the actual plants for the sect or outside of it.
As for growing the cactus, it didnt actually need to be in a desert. It just needed the right balance of humidity and temperature. And of course, enough natural energy. It simply happened that this particular desert was perfect, so the plant grew naturally- but its long life cycle and value to cultivators meant it was slowly going extinct. But if they could grow it on their own in a more convenient space, then it would naturally be able to fill its habitat in the wild once more. Everyone would be a winner. And nobody had to get hurt. Hopefully, everyone involved here would have some fond memories of each other in the future.
Chapter 743Getting involved with conflicts on the right side was one way to improve the world bit by bit, but that was only when there was a right side. Most conflicts came from limited resources- whether tangible or intangible. It wasnt always clear that one side had a clear and legitimate claim to something. For cultivators, there were many such things in the wilderness between claimed territories. They were often claimed on the basis of whoever arrived first though it could also devolve into whoever had the greater strength forcing others to give up whatever they had otherwise rightfully earned for themselves. Sometimes there would be a battle, other times there would be a threat. Always there would be negative feelings for those who remained.Though he could not deal with everything throughout a whole planet, Anton still did his best to fend off any trouble he could anticipate. And one such instance of trouble was brewing in the desert to the south of Vochaye. It was called the Bladed Dust Bowl, a harsh desert full of many particularly prickly varieties of cactus. And of course, some of them were useful for cultivation in various ways. There were many properties in the fruits and flesh of cacti to be exploited.More than a few people were aware of a particular phenomenon taking place involving a century pillar cactus. As the name implied, they grew very slowly, maturing only over the course of a hundred years. They stood tall and strong, but more importantly the water contained within them was of the highest quality. Some might say purity, but Anton knew that pure water was relatively uninteresting to most. This had condensed natural energy infused into it along with various chemical compounds that made it useful for medicines of various types.There were strict requirements for such a thing to grow, and before its time of maturity it was relatively worthless. Thus, the various sects surrounding the desert had been carefully watching, unable to stake a permanent claim to the area as it was mostly inhospitable. At least by most standards. Even if they had staked a claim, it was likely other sects would have come along to remove the beleaguered disciples stationed as guards at a regular pace. So now, there were a half dozen smaller sects and two larger ones approaching, as the transformation would take place within the next few days, turning the liquid within from bitter and poisonous to useful. Anton knew of the two larger sects. The Fog Zephyr Cult and the Glamorous River Palace both cultivated the secrets of water, so having such a unique source of valuable water was desirable to both. At the same time, living in the desert was impossible for them, at least if they wished to cultivate. The smaller sects would likely combine forces, intent on getting whatever they could.It wasnt possible for the sects to send many of their core members far from their sect, not without risking danger from others, so each group had a few dozen individuals between elders and disciples. Not a poor showing, especially for a world like Poriza where natural energy was sparse.Though he wasnt the first to depart, Anton was the first to arrive. His timing was aided by the simple fact that all parties involved were close enough together for him to sense their movements, just a few hundreds of kilometers. That was nothing, even if it was all directly through the atmosphere. An old man and woman respectively lead the two sects, and their steps paused as they arrived with near simultaneity, taking in each other and Anton.Of course we would find you here, the old man said to the woman.Much the same, I suppose we should have anticipated seeing some of your kind, the woman retorted.The debut release of this chapter happened at Novl-B1n.Silence reigned for a few moments, then the man spoke to Anton. Friend, are you here for the pillar cactus as well? The answer was obvious, as it was the only feature for quite some distance. Though what a feature it was. Almost closer to a great tree than a cactus, it was ten stories tall and wider around than a mans arms could encircle- not that anyone would try it, with the sharp blades that stuck out from it. They had a similar property to the western creeper back on Ceretos that allowed them to puncture natural energy defenses.You are Anton of the Order of One Hundred Stars, are you not? the woman asked. If you help us secure it, we can split it between us. Looks were exchanged between the rival elders, intense gazes clashing.Half of our efforts? the Fog Zephyr Cult representative frowned.Not quite, Anton said. Every second plant. So if you only manage to successfully grow one Anton shrugged. Then you are up three quarters of a century cactus. And if you grow two, that one goes to me. But if you have the skill to grow three two of them are yours, though you would have to surpass even my own estimations for production. Anton didnt feel bad about lying when it was for peoples own direct benefit. And the terms were accurate. But if you fail to even grow one, it will be no fault of my own. After all, I offered to produce each of you one. Though for your share of the seeds, I could instead grow a specimen for each party involved.How many seeds will there be? the woman representing the lesser sects asked.More than a handful for each group. Likely only a single seed for several of your sects but perhaps you might get lucky and produce something equivalent to this, Anton gestured to the large bladed cactus, In the next few decades.How strict are the growth requirements? the man asked. And what of formations? Because if the expenses outweigh what we might gainNo, no formations, Anton shook his head. It simply requires a sealed area, carefully monitored. Akin to a greenhouse, the glass growing structures you may have heard about. Producing clear glass was actually relatively easy with the right techniques, and Anton had shared such information. But any mistakes could delay or even terminate the growth of a pillar cactus. He emphasized that point because while he knew they could grow to full size in a decade instead of a century, the conditions had to be just right. Otherwise a cycle might pass and it would require another decade due to the particular biology of the plants. He knew of similar things from other planets, and had gathered all the locally available information to confirm his theories. So, we can either split it as it is, or grow them the old man nodded. I am not comfortable relying fully on you, but even if we must wait a full century for a few seeds to develop I think our sect might benefit. I do not think we can afford to simply harvest it.Though we had plans for how we were to use this, the Glamorous River Palace thinks the same.We cannot oppose the majority, said the younger woman. And I think we would like to grow them ourselves, with your instruction.Anton smiled. Then we should draft up the contracts. I would of course take your word, but it would not bind your whole sects. I share every secret I know about their growth, and you provide me with every second plant produced.There was some negotiation between the lesser sects. Could the grow independently, or did it have to be communal? Could they afford for it to not be communal? The risk of getting nothing at all seemed high if they each had only a single seed. Ultimately, they worked out the terms as if they were one individual. If two of their sects produced one, the others would split the first and Anton would gain the second.Though of course he didnt necessarily intend to hold people to the latter part. Not perpetually, anyway. He could gain more goodwill by simply forgiving the debt, preferably after a single round of growth. Because he could make use of the actual plants for the sect or outside of it.As for growing the cactus, it didnt actually need to be in a desert. It just needed the right balance of humidity and temperature. And of course, enough natural energy. It simply happened that this particular desert was perfect, so the plant grew naturally- but its long life cycle and value to cultivators meant it was slowly going extinct. But if they could grow it on their own in a more convenient space, then it would naturally be able to fill its habitat in the wild once more. Everyone would be a winner. And nobody had to get hurt. Hopefully, everyone involved here would have some fond memories of each other in the future.
