Chapter 193: Cultivating Differences
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Chapter 193: Cultivating Differences
"Again." Zae Zin Nim raised the rock on a bit of her qi.
"I can't." Gundle rubbed his forehead with stained fingers. "My head hurts."
"Consider it weakness leaving your body. Focus again. Draw your qi just beneath your stomach, take a deep breath, and try again."
For all his whining, Gundle settled back into his task sooner than most children would. Unlike some geniuses Zae Zin Nim had known, he had no ego about his achievements and didn't seem aware that his cultivation was more advanced than many young men twice his age. Unlike her, he also had no sense of pressure or crushing obligation to perform. Even when she reprimanded him, he didn't fear her or think anything except that she was trying to help.
Most likely that was due to his mother, who sat at the edge of the courtyard monitoring them. She was always there, as if afraid her boy would be stolen. Then again, she was quiet and she didn't bother anyone, so Zae Zin Nim didn't mind. Because they were so easy to work with, Zae Zin Nim had moved from her old chambers to a bedroom in the main house.
"Take this!" Gundle let out a weak little cry and thrust his hand forward.
Acid shot out and struck the rock she had been hovering. Not a bad shot, if far weaker than the acid spitting ability Kai had gained from a monster. And yet, just when Zae Zin Nim thought she had seen the extent of the ability, the acid collected in a sphere. She realized that the boy was holding it in a bubble, acid clinging to the stone and making it crumble away.
Eventually nothing remained and the acid splattered to the ground. "It worked!" Gundle hopped several times, more like a child than someone who had just developed a lethal ability. "But I have to think real, real hard or it goes away."
"You're using qi to hold the acid in a shape, aren't you?" Zae Zin Nim extended a little of her own and used it to pick up and coat another stone. "The idea is good, but what you want to do is change the fundamental nature of the acid."
"How do I do that?"
"You're already drawing it up, making it move, powering it with your qi. This is just another step. You want to make it sticky, like it wants to grasp hold of what it hits."
"I'll try." Gundle screwed up his face and concentrated, as if she hadn't just given him a task of monumental proportions.
Most likely he would be able to manage it eventually, with her help. They wouldn't develop any masterful technique polished to within a half step of perfection, but they could develop something potent enough to use in war. There was more potential there than she had thought when Kai first proposed the idea.Expploore uptodate stories at no/vel/bin(.)com
While the boy worked, Zae Zin Nim examined his soul.
Name: Gundle of N District Pits
Total Power: 009
Acid Cultivation: 253 (6)
Physique Level: G-0 (2)
Acid Cultivation: 242 (21)
Physique Level: G-1 (4)
Soul Level: 1 (1)
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When Zae Zin Nim examined the woman's soul, she found more power than she had expected. Her cultivation wasn't as advanced as her son's, but it also wasn't limited by the boy's immature soul. In an adult, acid cultivation was more potent than she had expected. Even that was unfair: Yurwa was dedicating herself to the work with remarkable focus given her weak constitution.
Both of them would die in an instant against a real cultivator or any of their opponents. But for the first time, Zae Zin Nim felt as though that was unfair. They deserved to live on and see what they could make of this strange cultivation of theirs.
"The idea can work," she said carefully, "but if you want to create an anti-crystal technique, you need to take a different approach. Remember that your opponents will be reinforced by qi..."
.
..
.
A man in tattered silk robes stared at the horizon, wondering why it had changed colors. After so long in the endless blue, the green looked wrong, like an affront to the natural laws. He stared at it listlessly, his tongue flicking over dried lips.
How long had he been drifting at sea like this? The days and nights all blurred into one another. After his supplies had run out, he'd struggled to survive on the fish he could catch with qi techniques, but the oceanic qi was difficult to grasp. If not for the occasional rainstorm, he would no doubt have died of dehydration long ago.
Things had become truly desperate when the crystals powering the engine of the boat cracked, then finally broke. Worthless barbarian technology. As he'd drifted, occasionally using qi techniques to push him back toward home, he'd prayed to the ancestors to be found by an ally, then as he grew miserable, to be found by anyone at all.
And now, just to mock him, there was that green line...
The cultivator suddenly sat upright, his mind beginning to work again. Cloudspire! Glorious Cloudspire! In that moment he would have been immensely grateful for any land at all, but the sight of the shores of home made him weep.
He lay on his boat as he drifted closer, just soaking up the qi in the air. Before his journey to Deadwaste, he would have considered this no energy at all, but now his soul yearned for it. This was like a feast, sending him into spiritual reveries he'd never imagined.
When he hit the shore, the cultivator staggered for a while, drunk on the excess. But eventually he remembered his purpose, found his footing, and began heading inland.
It was a long journey to the Brightwind sect, but he would find the patriarch and receive his reward.
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Chapter 193: Cultivating Differences
"Again." Zae Zin Nim raised the rock on a bit of her qi.
"I can't." Gundle rubbed his forehead with stained fingers. "My head hurts."
"Consider it weakness leaving your body. Focus again. Draw your qi just beneath your stomach, take a deep breath, and try again."
For all his whining, Gundle settled back into his task sooner than most children would. Unlike some geniuses Zae Zin Nim had known, he had no ego about his achievements and didn't seem aware that his cultivation was more advanced than many young men twice his age. Unlike her, he also had no sense of pressure or crushing obligation to perform. Even when she reprimanded him, he didn't fear her or think anything except that she was trying to help.
Most likely that was due to his mother, who sat at the edge of the courtyard monitoring them. She was always there, as if afraid her boy would be stolen. Then again, she was quiet and she didn't bother anyone, so Zae Zin Nim didn't mind. Because they were so easy to work with, Zae Zin Nim had moved from her old chambers to a bedroom in the main house.
"Take this!" Gundle let out a weak little cry and thrust his hand forward.
Acid shot out and struck the rock she had been hovering. Not a bad shot, if far weaker than the acid spitting ability Kai had gained from a monster. And yet, just when Zae Zin Nim thought she had seen the extent of the ability, the acid collected in a sphere. She realized that the boy was holding it in a bubble, acid clinging to the stone and making it crumble away.
Eventually nothing remained and the acid splattered to the ground. "It worked!" Gundle hopped several times, more like a child than someone who had just developed a lethal ability. "But I have to think real, real hard or it goes away."
"You're using qi to hold the acid in a shape, aren't you?" Zae Zin Nim extended a little of her own and used it to pick up and coat another stone. "The idea is good, but what you want to do is change the fundamental nature of the acid."
"How do I do that?"
"You're already drawing it up, making it move, powering it with your qi. This is just another step. You want to make it sticky, like it wants to grasp hold of what it hits."
"I'll try." Gundle screwed up his face and concentrated, as if she hadn't just given him a task of monumental proportions.
Most likely he would be able to manage it eventually, with her help. They wouldn't develop any masterful technique polished to within a half step of perfection, but they could develop something potent enough to use in war. There was more potential there than she had thought when Kai first proposed the idea.Expploore uptodate stories at no/vel/bin(.)com
While the boy worked, Zae Zin Nim examined his soul.
Name: Gundle of N District Pits
Total Power: 009
Acid Cultivation: 253 (6)
Physique Level: G-0 (2)
Acid Cultivation: 242 (21)
Physique Level: G-1 (4)
Soul Level: 1 (1)
>
When Zae Zin Nim examined the woman's soul, she found more power than she had expected. Her cultivation wasn't as advanced as her son's, but it also wasn't limited by the boy's immature soul. In an adult, acid cultivation was more potent than she had expected. Even that was unfair: Yurwa was dedicating herself to the work with remarkable focus given her weak constitution.
Both of them would die in an instant against a real cultivator or any of their opponents. But for the first time, Zae Zin Nim felt as though that was unfair. They deserved to live on and see what they could make of this strange cultivation of theirs.
"The idea can work," she said carefully, "but if you want to create an anti-crystal technique, you need to take a different approach. Remember that your opponents will be reinforced by qi..."
.
..
.
A man in tattered silk robes stared at the horizon, wondering why it had changed colors. After so long in the endless blue, the green looked wrong, like an affront to the natural laws. He stared at it listlessly, his tongue flicking over dried lips.
How long had he been drifting at sea like this? The days and nights all blurred into one another. After his supplies had run out, he'd struggled to survive on the fish he could catch with qi techniques, but the oceanic qi was difficult to grasp. If not for the occasional rainstorm, he would no doubt have died of dehydration long ago.
Things had become truly desperate when the crystals powering the engine of the boat cracked, then finally broke. Worthless barbarian technology. As he'd drifted, occasionally using qi techniques to push him back toward home, he'd prayed to the ancestors to be found by an ally, then as he grew miserable, to be found by anyone at all.
And now, just to mock him, there was that green line...
The cultivator suddenly sat upright, his mind beginning to work again. Cloudspire! Glorious Cloudspire! In that moment he would have been immensely grateful for any land at all, but the sight of the shores of home made him weep.
He lay on his boat as he drifted closer, just soaking up the qi in the air. Before his journey to Deadwaste, he would have considered this no energy at all, but now his soul yearned for it. This was like a feast, sending him into spiritual reveries he'd never imagined.
When he hit the shore, the cultivator staggered for a while, drunk on the excess. But eventually he remembered his purpose, found his footing, and began heading inland.
It was a long journey to the Brightwind sect, but he would find the patriarch and receive his reward.
Chapter 193: Cultivating Differences"Again." Zae Zin Nim raised the rock on a bit of her qi."I can't." Gundle rubbed his forehead with stained fingers. "My head hurts.""Consider it weakness leaving your body. Focus again. Draw your qi just beneath your stomach, take a deep breath, and try again."For all his whining, Gundle settled back into his task sooner than most children would. Unlike some geniuses Zae Zin Nim had known, he had no ego about his achievements and didn't seem aware that his cultivation was more advanced than many young men twice his age. Unlike her, he also had no sense of pressure or crushing obligation to perform. Even when she reprimanded him, he didn't fear her or think anything except that she was trying to help.Most likely that was due to his mother, who sat at the edge of the courtyard monitoring them. She was always there, as if afraid her boy would be stolen. Then again, she was quiet and she didn't bother anyone, so Zae Zin Nim didn't mind. Because they were so easy to work with, Zae Zin Nim had moved from her old chambers to a bedroom in the main house."Take this!" Gundle let out a weak little cry and thrust his hand forward.Acid shot out and struck the rock she had been hovering. Not a bad shot, if far weaker than the acid spitting ability Kai had gained from a monster. And yet, just when Zae Zin Nim thought she had seen the extent of the ability, the acid collected in a sphere. She realized that the boy was holding it in a bubble, acid clinging to the stone and making it crumble away.Eventually nothing remained and the acid splattered to the ground. "It worked!" Gundle hopped several times, more like a child than someone who had just developed a lethal ability. "But I have to think real, real hard or it goes away.""You're using qi to hold the acid in a shape, aren't you?" Zae Zin Nim extended a little of her own and used it to pick up and coat another stone. "The idea is good, but what you want to do is change the fundamental nature of the acid.""How do I do that?""You're already drawing it up, making it move, powering it with your qi. This is just another step. You want to make it sticky, like it wants to grasp hold of what it hits.""I'll try." Gundle screwed up his face and concentrated, as if she hadn't just given him a task of monumental proportions.Most likely he would be able to manage it eventually, with her help. They wouldn't develop any masterful technique polished to within a half step of perfection, but they could develop something potent enough to use in war. There was more potential there than she had thought when Kai first proposed the idea.Expploore uptodate stories at no/vel/bin.comWhile the boy worked, Zae Zin Nim examined his soul.Name: Gundle of N District PitsTotal Power: 009Acid Cultivation: 253 6Physique Level: G-0 2Acid Cultivation: 242 21Physique Level: G-1 4Soul Level: 1 1When Zae Zin Nim examined the woman's soul, she found more power than she had expected. Her cultivation wasn't as advanced as her son's, but it also wasn't limited by the boy's immature soul. In an adult, acid cultivation was more potent than she had expected. Even that was unfair: Yurwa was dedicating herself to the work with remarkable focus given her weak constitution.Both of them would die in an instant against a real cultivator or any of their opponents. But for the first time, Zae Zin Nim felt as though that was unfair. They deserved to live on and see what they could make of this strange cultivation of theirs."The idea can work," she said carefully, "but if you want to create an anti-crystal technique, you need to take a different approach. Remember that your opponents will be reinforced by qi..."....A man in tattered silk robes stared at the horizon, wondering why it had changed colors. After so long in the endless blue, the green looked wrong, like an affront to the natural laws. He stared at it listlessly, his tongue flicking over dried lips.How long had he been drifting at sea like this? The days and nights all blurred into one another. After his supplies had run out, he'd struggled to survive on the fish he could catch with qi techniques, but the oceanic qi was difficult to grasp. If not for the occasional rainstorm, he would no doubt have died of dehydration long ago.Things had become truly desperate when the crystals powering the engine of the boat cracked, then finally broke. Worthless barbarian technology. As he'd drifted, occasionally using qi techniques to push him back toward home, he'd prayed to the ancestors to be found by an ally, then as he grew miserable, to be found by anyone at all.And now, just to mock him, there was that green line...The cultivator suddenly sat upright, his mind beginning to work again. Cloudspire! Glorious Cloudspire! In that moment he would have been immensely grateful for any land at all, but the sight of the shores of home made him weep.He lay on his boat as he drifted closer, just soaking up the qi in the air. Before his journey to Deadwaste, he would have considered this no energy at all, but now his soul yearned for it. This was like a feast, sending him into spiritual reveries he'd never imagined.When he hit the shore, the cultivator staggered for a while, drunk on the excess. But eventually he remembered his purpose, found his footing, and began heading inland.It was a long journey to the Brightwind sect, but he would find the patriarch and receive his reward.
