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Unintended Cultivator V8: Chapter 18 – Impressions
🕑 Added 2024-04-06 04:46:45 +0000 UTCSen wished that he had kept his spiritual sense extended. At least then he wouldn’t been caught off guard by the presence of everyone in the throne room. Not that it took any kind of brilliance to realize that the king would be surrounded by people whenever he was in the throne room. Sen just hadn’t thought it through. Taking a moment to greet Jing and offer a bow, something Sen was not entirely sure was appropriate, had bought him a moment to gather himself. He straightened and looked around at the gathered people. Most of them looked like the people who handled the daily work around the academy. Functionaries, he decided. His entrance and declaration had momentarily startled them. Being in the throne room also meant that the smart ones figured out who he had to be in a hurry. That brought on a susurrus of muted whispers and nervous, sidelong glances at him. Sen supposed that was to be expected.
He did pick out a handful who didn’t fit that profile, though. The material of their robes was too fine and the craftsmanship too good. The carried themselves with an aloof disdain for the functionaries. They also looked decidedly more afraid. They must be nobles, thought Sen. That made their fear more understandable. The last time Sen had been in the city in any kind of public way, a great house of the kingdom had fallen. And at least one of the remaining houses had hired cultivators to try to kill him. He locked eyes with an older woman who had white streaking her black hair. She wasn’t just afraid. She controlled it well, but the woman was terrified. She’d gone so pale at the sight of him that she resembled a corpse.
There was one other exception. A presence that was leaning in a corner and not talking to anyone. Sen slowly turned his head and looked at the man. When his gaze landed on the man, the cultivator in the corner immediately straightened and stared at Sen with a shocked and angry expression. A cultivator in the throne room, thought Sen. Why? He hoped that his quiet intervention on Jing’s behalf with the sects hadn’t led to some kind of direct sect oversight over the throne. While Sen had been busy thinking about all of that, the other cultivator had stalked forward, his burning eyes locked onto Sen.
“So, you’re the one that nobody can stop talking about,” said the man. “I’m—”
“Oh, don’t bother,” said Sen in a weary voice. “I won’t recognize your name. Are we going to have a problem? Because, if we’re going to have a problem, I’d like to get it out of the way now.”
“You jumped up—”
That was as far as the man got before Sen backhanded him so hard that the sound it made caused the windows to rattle. He caught the cultivator before he could crash into anything or, more importantly to Sen’s way of thinking, anyone. He was still deciding about whether he should hit the other cultivator again when a sound he hadn’t expected echoed through the throne room. Laughter. The other cultivator was laughing. Not the cynical laughter Sen had heard so often from cultivators he’d fought, but booming, joyous laughter. He took a step back from the man, not quite sure what to make of this turn of events. The other cultivator shot Sen a bright, bloody-toothed smile, his eyes positively burning with curiosity.
“Oh, I think you and I are going to get along just fine. Just fine, indeed,” said the other cultivator.
Sen gave Jing a questioning look. All he got in return was an infinitesimal shrug. A shrug that seemed to say, What? All of you cultivators are insane? Why should that one be any different? Sen returned his gaze to the other cultivator, who was wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Okay, then,” said Sen in a neutral, wary tone.
“I am Chan Dishi,” offered the other cultivator before continuing in an amused tone, “and it’s very interesting to meet you, Lu Sen, the Hand of Chaos.”
Sen managed to trap his groan before it could escape. He really didn’t want another absurd name, especially one like that. Not that he had much say in the matter. It was already out in the world. He was glad to discover that he’d been right. He really hadn’t heard of Chan Dishi. Although, he wondered if maybe he should have heard of the man. Sen hadn’t been all that gentle with his blow. While it had drawn blood, it hadn’t seemed to appreciably stun Chan Dishi. Shaking off one Sen’s hits wasn’t that easily done. Ignoring it entirely suggested the other man was probably someone he should take at least a little seriously.
“Sure,” Sen finally ventured. “Interesting to meet you, as well.”
“You’ve got questions,” said Chan Dishi. “Good. It means your brain works. We’ll talk later.”
With that abrupt comment, the man sauntered back over to his corner and leaned against the wall, looking enormously pleased. That is a strange man even for a cultivator, thought Sen. I’ll definitely have to ask Jing about him. Sen turned his attention back to the throne. He couldn’t help but notice that everyone else in the room was standing completely still, their eyes locked on either him or Chan Dishi. Jing gave Sen a tiny little head shake before he addressed the room.
“You may all go. As you can see, an old friend has arrived, and I would greet him privately.”
Sen had to suppress another groan. If you wanted to greet me privately, maybe you shouldn’t have sent all those royal guards to parade me through the city, Sen complained internally. However, this was also an opportunity. The functionaries were sort of milling about, clearly hoping to get in a little last-minute business before the king definitively called it a day. The nobles were another story. They were all heading for the door as quickly as they dared. They all looked relieved to be able to escape. Sen waited until they thought that freedom was in their grasp, and then he barked out a single word.
“Xie!”
Sen wasn’t surprised to see the older woman lock up. Jing’s eyes flickered between them, but he didn’t interfere as Sen walked over to the woman. The other nobles were clustered by the door, their eyes wide and fixed on what looked to be a brewing calamity. Sen drew to a stop when he was less than two feet from the woman. He loomed over her without even trying. She was forced to crane her neck back, which stole all of the power from the haughty look she tried to give him.
“What do you want from me?” she demanded in a vain attempt to reclaim control.
Sen leaned in a little and the woman flinched back. He smiled at her. Well, he showed her some teeth anyway.
“I have business with your house,” he said in a hard voice that was meant to carry.
“I don’t know what you’re—”
“Expect me.”
The woman opened her mouth again, but the look on his face seemed to steal the breath from her lungs. Sen turned that look on the other nobles.
“Do I have business with your houses as well?” he asked. “Is that why you linger here after you’ve been dismissed by your king?”
The small group had a very brief shoving match to see who could get out the door first. Sen turned his eyes back to the woman. She was trying to glare at him but didn’t seem to have the will for it.
“Soon,” he said.
She looked like she was about to speak, maybe even plead, but he just turned his back on her and walked toward the throne. The functionaries decided that any work they had left wasn’t actually that pressing and followed the nobles out the door. Within a minute or two, the only people left in the throne room were Sen, Jing, and Chan Dishi. The other cultivator left his corner again to join Sen and Jing by the throne. He directed another bright smile at Sen.
“We’re going to be the very best of friends,” said Chan Dishi and clapped Sen on the shoulder. “I can just tell.”
With a quick nod to Jing, the other cultivator left the room as well. Sen watched him go with a frown, and then turned to Jing.
“That is a particularly odd man,” said Sen.
“That’s quite the statement, coming from you,” observed the Jing with a small grin.
“I’m not odd. I just get caught up in odd things. It’s different.”
“Is it?”
Sen hesitated and then said, “Probably?”
Jing rolled his eyes and, with a sigh, he asked, “Dare I ask what that business with Lady Xie was about?”
Sen winced.
“Oh, yeah, that. So, you don’t really need that house, do you?”
“Why?” asked Jing, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.
“Well, it isn’t going to exist for very much longer.”
“Why?” demanded Jing, his voice getting stern.
“Don’t be mad at me. They sent assassins after me. Cultivator assassins. You wouldn’t believe the trail of bodies I left behind me getting here. I can’t just let that stand. You know I can’t.”
“I’m uncertain where to being with all of that. How many bodies are we talking about here?” asked Jing, a look of deep concern on his face.
Sen hadn’t actually kept count, so he approximated.
“Enough to keep funeral pyres burning for days,” said Sen through a wave of emotional fatigue, before a thought struck him. “There isn’t a literal trail of bodies. I cleaned up after myself.”
“That was not my primary concern,” said Jing.
“Really?” asked Sen. “It should have been. Dead bodies are bad business if you don’t dispose of them properly. They can make people very sick.”
Jing started to say something before a thoughtful expression crossed his face.
“I suppose that’s true. Thank you for not littering the kingdom with corpses. Still, you’re sure it was the House of Xie.”
“I made a deal with the one of the people sent my way. They were quite happy to tell me who employed them.
“It could be misdirection,” objected Jing.
“I had to kill a nascent soul cultivator. Who else could afford to hire someone like that?”
Jing shook his head.
“So, that’s what that was. In the future, I would appreciate it if you refrained from doing things like that so close to the city.”
“You saw it?”
“Everyone saw it. People thought the world was going to end. There were nearly riots.”
“So,” said Sen, feeling sheepish, “I see you got a new throne. Good for you. The old one was really uncomfortable.”
Comments
Marian Ch
Well, they got to be reminded they have a responsibility, in theory, so the chair must be uncomfortable. Just like the crown.
Wes Brown
I don't like that Jing keeps putting Sen on the back foot for things that essentially arent his fault. He requested Sen to come, much like his sister did before. Cultivators are calamitous, when you as for a walking calamity to come vist....you dont get to be angry when it walks you way and brings destruction in its footsteps. It was his sisters fault he came the first time, and none of them had a real right to be angry about the way he literally deposed a childmolester and settled the issue of sucsession. I find it hard to believe it wasnt a net benefit for jing abd the kingdom. I feel like the contined premise of Sen stirring things up and then being at fault for ut a weak one. I also had a hard time if the king not kniwing about all the attempts made on Sens life, regardless an excellent opportunity for a large bloody pile of heads being deposited to make a point was missed. But finally, i dont understand why him causing a scene defending himself on the way to rhe capital is something he should feel any ounce of guilt over. The king caused a scene parading him through the street to make a point. Sen made a better point, the only difference being it wasnt a choice he made because its what he wanted, unlike all the times thus dumb royal family has dragged him hear fir thier benifits and the wine about how he isnt doing it right.
BelligerentGnu
On going back, it turns out that Jing and Sen spent a few moments joking about the throne the last time they spoke, so it loses the threatening overtones in context.
Mark
begin/being mixup: "uncertain where to being with all of that"
luda305
But presumably that's to keep them in line. And that might be hard if Sen is going to up and wipe one without Jing's input.
BelligerentGnu
That last line - if it wasn't for the word 'sheepish', I'd swear Sen was angrily flexing on the king -'I gave you your throne, I can take it back.' With 'sheepish', it reads a bit socially clumsy for current Sen - more like a mistake of subtext he'd have made back in book two or three. Mr. Bloody Teeth seems like a fascinating addition.
Khent Mercer
Does the new throne have good lumbar support? Never seen a proper throne that looked like it was good for the lower back. These are important questions Mr. Wordweaver Sir and we "The Public" (yes I have delusions of grandeur) demand answers to our important questions.
Jeremy Young
Love the change of subject at the end 😀. ‘You almost caused riots’ … ‘oh look over there’
Dylan Alexander
If I was Sen I’d honestly be pissed at Jing for using him the way he did. He’s basically saying to the other noble houses ‘look here, I’ve got the powerful Judgments Gale at my beck and call, keep in line or else’.
CipherFTW
I'm dying laughing. Thank the heavens I wasn't drinking anything!
