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Rebirth as a Wind Cultivator - Chapter 72
🕑 Added 2024-11-30 08:28:50 +0000 UTCChapter 72: Future Insight
“A spirit’s bond to its original flesh represents the last thread of humanity. Once severed, that thread cannot be rewoven. Each new vessel distances the spirit further from what it once was, until only the hunger remains.”
—Demon Lord Sha Kong, Consumer of Ten Thousand Souls
Xiulan’s stomach twisted when the servant delivered Master Qingfeng’s summons. The weight of obligation pressed down on her shoulders as she walked with Mei Chen through the Treasure Pavilion’s polished hall.
Each footstep echoed her mounting anxiety. The accumulated debt loomed large in her mind. Such imbalance stretched beyond normal bounds.
No amount of spirit stones or pills could restore equilibrium to their relationship. There was only one possible thing that could restore balance to their that made sense to her.
At least, only one that wasn’t malicious or damaging to her.
The ornate door to the tea room slid open. Master Qingfeng sat behind a low table, steam rising from a fresh pot of tea. Angry red blisters covered the left side of his face, spreading down his neck to disappear beneath his collar. His left hand bore similar marks as he lifted his cup—stark evidence of the tribulation lightning he’d faced.
The image of him atop the Pavilion flashed through Xiulan’s mind. Golden siege orbs had shattered under his power before he struck down their creator. Without his intervention, the battle might have ended differently.
Rather than take her place at the cushion, Xiulan dropped to her knees on the hardwood floor.
“Miss!” Mei Chen reached for her arm.
Xiulan pressed her forehead to the ground in a formal kowtow. Mei Chen tugged at her sleeve but failed to budge her. After a moment’s hesitation, Mei Chen sank to her knees beside Xiulan and mirrored the deep bow.
A gentle clink of porcelain echoed through the room.
“Please, I beg you not to place additional burdens upon me. The weight already threatens to overwhelm.” Xiulan kept her forehead pressed to the floor.
“The greatest burden we carry is often the one we place upon ourselves.” Master Qingfeng set his cup down. “Come, share tea with me. The floor offers poor comfort for discussion.”
Xiulan lifted her head and shifted to the cushion beside the low table. The aromatic steam from the tea carried notes of jasmine and something deeper—perhaps oolong. The familiar ritual of accepting the cup steadied her.
“Now, about Mei Chen.” Master Qingfeng touched the blistered skin on his neck. “I’ve read accounts of spirits leaving their vessels, but witnessing such an occurrence would prove educational.”
Xiulan’s eyes widened slightly. The simple request after her formal prostration was… not what she expected. She turned toward Mei Chen.
Mei Chen shrugged. “I don’t mind.” She looked to Xiulan. “Miss?”
Xiulan nodded. Without hesitation, Mei Chen settled her head onto Xiulan’s lap and closed her eyes. A soft blue mist seeped from her nose and mouth, coalescing into a luminous orb. The spiritual essence drifted upward in lazy spirals around Xiulan before floating toward Master Qingfeng.
“Ming’s assessment proves accurate.” Master Qingfeng studied the ethereal sphere. “The spirit demonstrates remarkable strength, yet the physical vessel remains inadequate. I erred in assuming natural adjustment would occur.”
The blue orb swooped down to dance around his teacup.
What can I do? I need my body! Mei Chen’s thoughts echoed with desperate intensity.
Master Qingfeng stroked his beard, contemplating the spiraling essence.
A frown creased Xiulan’s brow. She extended her hand, and Mei Chen zipped back to her instantly. Xiulan lifted her up to her head and Mei Chen settled into playful swirls in her hair.
Xiulan looked to Master Qingfeng. “What steps must we take?”
“Rapid cultivation advancement stands essential if she is to maintain her spirit on the earthly plane.” Master Qingfeng tapped his fingers against the table. “She must maintain regular interaction with others—not fixate solely on a single person. Such obsession breeds dangerous heart demons.”
Heat crept up Xiulan’s neck at the pointed observation.
I am not obsessed! Mei Chen’s indignant thoughts pulsed through the blue light.
Master Qingfeng raised an eyebrow. “Tell me, young spirit, how often have you separated from Miss Lin for any significant duration?”
The blue light dimmed, pulsing with a melancholic hue. Only once... when I died. Mei Chen’s thoughts rippled with distress.
Xiulan reached up and cupped Mei Chen in her palms, drawing the spirit orb close to her chest. The familiar warmth of Mei Chen’s spiritual essence seeped into her skin.
“As I suspected.” Master Qingfeng poured fresh tea. “It stands to reason that a spirit cultivator requires greater mental equilibrium than any other practitioner. While attachment provides an anchor, it becomes a dangerous crutch.”
He straightened, adopting the formal tone of a lecturer. “Master Song Lin wrote something relevant in this matter in ‘Reflections on the Jade Path.’ His words ring particularly true for your situation: ‘The strongest bonds are those which enable growth rather than restrict it.’”
“But how can she maintain balance without losing herself?” Xiulan spun Mei Chen with a finger, eliciting a playful yelp and then a gentle tugging at her fingers.
“Sage Liu Yue might have addressed this in her ‘Moonlit Cultivation Method.’ She taught that spirits must flow like moonlight—touching all things while remaining untethered.” Master Qingfeng traced the rim of his teacup. “‘The moon does not shine for a single flower alone.’”
What if I fade away? Mei Chen’s essence flickered anxiously.
Xiulan voiced the concern. “Master Song Lin spoke of meaningful lives for mortals in Reflections, but does that apply to spirits?”
Master Qingfeng raised an eyebrow and stared at her. “I chose this piece of wisdom as I felt it related to Mei Chen’s situation.”
“I understand,” Xiulan said. “Interacting with others shouldn’t pose a problem. But what solid plan can we make to help her stabilize herself beyond that?”
“The solution lies with increasing your cultivation. Mei Chen has more power than she has control and skill. What she does now comes by instinct. Yet that can follow unwanted paths if provoked. Just socializing with you, Feng Yu, and others has muted the most feral tendencies in a few days.” Master Qingfeng set his cup down firmly.
“You both require proper instruction from an established school or sect. Blackmere and the frontier territories cannot provide what you need. The great institutions in the City of Aeris or Arinthia itself offer your best hope for advancement.”
Xiulan stared at Master Qingfeng, teacup frozen halfway to her lips. The suggestion struck discordant notes against her expectations. Every interaction, every lesson, every careful observation had pointed toward him taking her as a student. The weight of obligation had settled into quiet acceptance at the back of her mind.
Yet now he suggested other schools? Other sects?
The blue orb of Mei Chen’s essence pulsed questioningly against her palm.
“I don’t understand.” Xiulan set her cup down with precise control. “Are you suggesting we seek training elsewhere as your agents?”
Master Qingfeng’s laugh echoed through the tea room. “No, Miss Lin. Your path simply requires broader horizons than Blackmere can provide.”
He traced patterns in the air, sketching the emblems of the major institutions. “The Skyward Institute excels in qi control and air manipulation. Earth’s Embrace Academy builds unmatched physical foundations. Flameheart Sanctum specializes in fire techniques and alchemy, while Aqua Seraph Academy masters healing arts and water manipulation.”
Memories from Phoenix Kingdom Chronicles flooded Xiulan’s mind. As Li Mei, she had collected countless technique manuals from these institutions’ ruins. Players built miniature versions of these schools, desperately trying to recapture lost greatness.
“But what about Mei Chen?” Xiulan pulled the spirit essence closer. “These prestigious institutions might react poorly to a wrathful spirit?”
Master Qingfeng shook his head. “Mei Chen doesn’t match the criteria for a wrathful spirit. The term applies incorrectly here. Her condition resembles a spirit cultivator separated from their physical form.”
The blue orb of Mei Chen’s essence brightened.
Master Qingfeng fixed Xiulan with a penetrating stare. “You seemed aware of this distinction already. Curious, given how rare such knowledge proves to be. More curious is how you know of Master Song Lin’s Reflections. Copies are incredibly rare and I have the only one in the county and I don’t believe I shared it with you.”
Heat crept up Xiulan’s neck as she stared into her cooling tea. “A lucky guess… Jade is related to… mortal wealth?” Her answer was pathetic at best.
The truth was that Qingfeng’s mention of the masters related to the loading screen messages in the game… and while she didn’t remember them exactly because they were all poetic and wisdomy… it did jog her memory a bit.
She traced the rim of her cup. “And for Mei Chen… Also a lucky guess? I didn’t want anyone labeling her incorrectly as a wrathful spirit. Before creating this... spirit cultivator disguise, she encountered someone who reacted poorly.”
“Hmm.” Master Qingfeng stroked his beard. “Preconceptions root deeply in people’s minds. Her spiritual state grants significant power but leaves her vulnerable. The safety seal aimed to conceal her nature and prevent self-harm, though it proved inadequate for its purpose.”
He was dropping the issue of her unusual knowledge? She would happily accept that and straightened. “The attackers removing her seal saved our lives.” The memory of Mei Chen’s ice barrier protecting them from Lord Chao’s forces flashed through her mind. “Without that limitation, she turned the tide of battle.”
Master Qingfeng leaned forward, his blistered hands clasping his teacup. “And yet such premature usage of her powers has damaged her body. While not critical now, such damage accumulates. If her vessel breaks before she reaches sufficient cultivation to anchor herself and maintain her dantian core without it, she will dissolve into a true wrathful spirit—the very thing most fear.”
Anxiety crawled down Xiulan’s spine and Mei Chen flickered and pulsed faster.
“She needs opportunity to advance and gain that foundation.” Master Qingfeng’s expression hardened. “And under no circumstances should she attempt to possess another body or corpse besides her own. Such practices mirror the demonic northerners. She would be hunted, and with good reason.”
The blue essence swirled up from Xiulan’s hands, expanding into a larger sphere. I wouldn’t hurt people like that! Mei Chen’s thoughts radiated distress. I wouldn’t do something so bad... I just want to protect her! The spiritual essence contracted, wrapping around Xiulan’s shoulders like a protective cloak. Protect Miss Lin and my friends!
Xiulan reached up to stroke the ethereal essence. The familiar warmth of Mei Chen’s spirit pressed against her skin, but now carried an edge of desperation that made her heart ache.
Master Qingfeng stroked his beard, the motion drawing attention to the lightning burns across his neck. “The Skyward Institute stands as your best option. Their mastery of qi control would benefit both of you.” He paused to sip his tea. “They maintain a small contingent of spiritual cultivators in Aeris. Though rather insular, they might prove receptive to your situation. Of course, consider your other companions—they’ll likely accompany you.”
Xiulan blinked. The tea stopped halfway to her lips. “Feng Yu would attend as well?”
“And that young man.” Master Qingfeng nodded sagely.
Xiulan gripped her teacup tighter. “What about my mother and brother? Have you heard anything?”
Master Qingfeng smiled. “Your concerns appear unfounded. They’ve approached the city steadily and crossed through the gates moments ago.”
The teacup clattered against the table as Xiulan’s hands trembled. Relief flooded through her chest. “They’re okay?”
Can we go see them? Mei Chen’s thoughts pulsed excitedly through her spiritual essence.
“You may.” Master Qingfeng set his cup down with practiced grace. “I expect you both for meditation tomorrow.”
The blue mist swirled down into Mei Chen’s still form. Color returned to her pale cheeks as she opened her eyes. A bright smile spread across her face as Xiulan massaged her shoulders, helping ground her back into her physical form. “I’m up, miss.”
They stood and bowed to Master Qingfeng.
“Miss Lin.” Master Qingfeng’s tone carried a note of warning. “You should prepare an explanation for your remarkable fortune. Such consistent luck draws attention, and others might seek either the truth, or its source for themselves.”
Oh. He hadn’t dropped it…
Xiulan bowed lower. “Master, I’ll seek to do better in the future, thank you for your patience.”
Comments
Jonathan Wint
@Aphanvahrius Dilution not an issue, Whenever you eat a soul you just take the ones that want to join you and Improve you. And Excise the ones that do not fit.
Lisfer
If no one is using it, it's fine, isn't it? They were an evil creature and I will make better use of this shell. They life so short lives and full of misery, it's hardly a difference if it ends a few decades early. Why should I care?
Aphanvahrius
Even if it wasn't a step towards becoming a soul eating monster, and she managed to do it the "Xiulan way", it would mean half of her personality would become the personality of that person she combined with. And if she continued to repeat that again and again, her original self would become so diluted there would likely be close to nothing left of it.
Andrew
Pretty certain Mei Chen "combining" with someone would be a step towards becoming a soul eating monster... so probably not acceptable
Jonathan Wint
So no spoiler. But does that means if Mei Chen combined with someone, Then it be acceptable? What if someone was dying and let her have their body say they were poisoned and asked her to care for her pet cat?
Erios909
If she stole Xiulan's body and is Li Mei, yes. If she's not Li Mei and is Xiulan, then no. If she's both combined, then no.
Jonathan Wint
So XIULAN is a Demonic Cultivator by the definition this world uses ?
Erios909
"In my centuries of trading souls, I've noticed mortals have the most fascinating opinions about body possession. They're rather like children arguing about whether stealing cookies is technically 'theft' if they're really hungry." —Demon Lord Sha Kong, Consumer of Ten Thousand Souls
Jonathan Wint
(“A spirit’s bond to its original flesh represents the last thread of humanity. Once severed, that thread cannot be rewoven. Each new vessel distances the spirit further from what it once was, until only the hunger remains.” —Demon Lord Sha Kong, Consumer of Ten Thousand Souls) This is basically incorrect in magic to transcend the original flesh is the Goal in most if not all Magical Ascension traditions even in Left Hand Traditions. It is believed that there two lines of assertion. One is by going so Dark/Left and you go become light/Right and the other is to go so far Right you go Left. Shadow self merges and the two sides Dark/Left and Light/Right Merge to Ascend. Beyond Good or Evil. In magical Traditions taking another body (Walk-in) is considered Noble and holy. Basically, I am saying in real life it's not considered evil and even in your Book it's not Evil because Xiulan HERSELF a Walk-in! And She is basically exactly what Mei Chen is except her body was either still alive or more Fresh! And she is in a body not her own. So Master Qingfeng is wrong. And this also means XIULAN is a Demonic Cultivator by the definition this world uses. So she better be careful that people do not find out or have a way to detect it. The Article below not fully correct and leaves a lot out but it's presented to show it is a thing.(that I am not pulling it out my ass) https://www.themysticmedium.com/walk-ins-soul-exchanges/
Melting Sky
Although Xiulan is wise to question Master Qingfeng's motives, and the man is essentially a merchant by trade, I think his actions and words hint that he truly is a good man more interested in seeing a young, talented cultivator with a good heart grow into her own and become a true ally rather than just using her as a powerful pawn who owes him one heck of a favor.
CringeWorthyStudios
Yeah… Xiulan got ridiculously lucky, it seems, that Master Qingfeng was the cultivator that knows most of her (revealed) secrets. It looks like he’s more interested in her future worth rather than the short term gains of forcing the information out of her… very, very lucky. Thanks for the chapter!
