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The Final Chapter For realsies no joke.
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The crowd chants my new title with all the affection and enthusiasm they have to spare, all but ruining any chance I have of fixing my good friend’s terrible naming sense, so I stifle a sigh and beat a hasty retreat back to the walls to take shelter from all the attention and check on all my floofs.
Thankfully, the Heavens are merciful and the chanting is cut short as the Supreme Families make their presence known in a most awe-inspiring fashion, coming out of Concealment en masse at the head of an army of Death Corps Guards and Royal Guardians. All-in-all, I would say there are close to seventy thousand Death Corps and Royal Guardians here to help relieve us, which is not a small number by any means, but hardly enough to lift the siege of Shi Bei had they arrived a few hours earlier. I’m not the only one to notice this discrepancy either, and the general mood of Shi Bei quickly sours, or at least it does until someone notices the Emperor himself leading the delegation of Imperial Scions headed our way. Though the soldiers here might not recognize the Grand Marshal, Prime Minister, or most of the other faces surrounding the Emperor, his golden dragon and phoenix robes are unmistakable. Liang Wu Di even returned the Imperial Seal as well, displayed prominently as it hangs from the Emperor’s golden dragon belt to ensure there can be no mistaking his identity, as if it could ever be in question considering he has the word ‘Emperor’ embroidered onto his robes no less than five times. Everyone present aside from myself is shocked into awed silence as the Emperor slowly glides down to the walls of Shi Bei, on a direct route to meet me where I currently stand next to a sleeping Lin-Lin, an awestruck Luo-Luo, and an empty wagon which was full of floofs who are now vying for my attention.
Even though I’m eighty-five percent sure they’re not here to capture or kill me, and ninety-five percent sure they’re not going to immediately go after my loved ones, it’s taking everything I have to stand here and wait rather than grab everyone and run in hopes of making my escape, because you can never really be sure when it comes to politics with Imperial Scions.
A few hushed whispers sound out as soldiers and officers alike seek to confirm what their eyes are seeing, and the crowd falls to their knees as one with reverence and admiration aplenty, their heads bowed and spirits high in a natural, inborn reaction to seeing the closest thing to a religious figurehead. Despite having been put through the wringer these past few decades, beholden to the Eternal Emperor’s whims from the moment he took the throne, the current Emperor knows how play his role well, clad in an invisible mantle of authority emanating a palpable air of sovereign superiority. The man radiates power and charisma in a way few can match, a natural and innate magnetic charm that has nothing to do with Heavenly Energy and everything to do with posture, poise, expression, and appearance. There are many Warriors who cut a heroic figure, like Akanai, Dad, Gerel, Nian Zu, Liang Wu Di, and even Xing Ao Tian if he didn’t scowl so much, but the Emperor embodies the concept of a bold and gallant leader of men, a dragon who spends his life in the skies and has deigned to descend down to meet us.
It's amazing what the right clothes and a bit of extra height can do for a man’s appearance. Maybe I should stop dressing like a slob and start stretching more in hopes of one last growth spurt before my bones are set…
At Luo-Luo’s subtle coaxing, I reluctantly drop to my knees and lower my head beside her, though I utilize Scrying to keep an eye on the Emperor and his entourage just in case. Buddy arrives soon enough and settles back on his haunches with a grunt, his eyes wide and tongue lolling as he fights to stay upright and conscious after gorging himself to his little heart’s content. The Old Wolf’s presence appears immediately after, while Akanai, Nian Zu, and the rest of the Saint’s Tribulations Mountain’s Divinities make their way over in ones and twos, standing tall with one fist clasped and head bowed in a martial salute. No kneeling for them, no siree, but so long as the Emperor keeps his robes on, I have no problems taking a knee every now and then.
“Rise,” the Emperor intones, and Luo-Luo quietly tugs on my sleeve to keep me from obeying, because apparently, that would be rude. “Rise, heroes of Shi Bei, and hold your heads up high, for you have achieved great merit here today, and it is this Sovereign’s privilege to salute you.” And to his credit, the Emperor even does it, clasping his fist and inclining his head ever so slightly while turning in place to ensure everyone is included. It might not sound or look like much, but to the still kneeling crowd who’ve raised their heads every so slightly, it’s enough to fill them all with pride and astonishment for having been blessed with this highest of honours, something they will tell their children and grandchildren in the decades to come.
It's more than the Eternal Emperor would’ve done, and judging by the strained and carefully neutral expressions on most of the Supreme Family Scions here today, they think it’s too much as is, but I would say it’s nothing at all. A difference in culture, I suppose, or perhaps it’s simply my innate aversion to authority figures, but it’s gonna take a lot more than a tiny salute and a smile to win me over. To my surprise, the Emperor makes no effort to address me directly just yet, and instead launches into a speech congratulating us on our victory and giving the order to stand down and rest, while leaving the Death Corps Guards to secure the area and clean up the battlefield and promising rewards and recognition aplenty once everything is sorted out.
There’s not much to clean up aside from the last wave of bodies, because prior to that, all corpses were turned into fuel for the Demonic Divinities, but there’s still the stench of blood and guts lingering in the air, one I would be happy to escape from. That being said, I make it a point not to turn my back to the Emperor or his entourage while herding my floofs onto their wagons, and my heart melts as I watch Rakky and Kukky settle in beside one another with a tired huff, so pooped from their efforts that they can’t even be bothered to keep up appearances. This is my fault for pushing them to their limits and then some, infusing Rakky with Intent and Heavenly Energy enough to shock the entire Half-Demon army out of their murderous rage, only to subsequently have Kukky remind them of everything they still had left to lose. That was the best way to end the battle quickly without a wholesale slaughter, but judging from the hulking meat-head Xing Ao Tian’s unfriendly glare, it would appear he believes I’ve stolen his thunder. Had the fight gone on for a few moments longer, then he and his reinforcing army might well have taken up the role of conquering heroes, rather than the clean-up crew they’ve become.
Well, thems the breaks of ruling by committee, because by the time everyone’s made up their mind on what to do next, the problems have either solved themselves or gotten so bad that their plan is pretty much useless. Say what you well about the Eternal Emperor’s tyrannical hegemony, but at least the man knew how to get shit done. Then again, it’s possible they were willing to wait a little longer until matters were truly desperate, so that the survivors would be all the more grateful for the Emperor’s timely arrival. Games within games, ones I would much rather not play, so I cradle my sleeping wifey in one arm, wrap my other arm around Luo-Luo’s slender waist, and lift the wagon full of pets on a Manifested raft of Domain before Cloud-Stepping over to the officer’s quarters in hopes of finding a room to rest my weary head.
Or you know, reunite with my wives in a more intimate fashion, but the moment I step into the largest bedroom I can find, Mila, Yan, and Song arrive on my heels and pile into the half-formed floof cuddle puddle with little more than series of monosyllabic grunts. Still cradling Lin-Lin in my arms, I carry her over to take a seat between them, but Mila raises her hand, sticks her finger in my face, and waggles it back and forth. “Don’t even think about it,” she mumbles, gesturing for me to hand over the still-sleeping Lin-Lin to indicate that it’s alright for my wifey to join her in the middle of the wildcats and rabbits, but not me. “I love you, have missed you dearly, and would love nothing more than to fall asleep in your arms, but I’ve been fighting for fifteen days and haven’t bathed in almost twice that, so it’s not going to happen.”
“Mm.” Yan chimes in with her agreement while snuggling up with Banjo and Baloo while George tries to wedge himself under them, only for her to coo in delight as Ping Ping and Guai-Guai amble over to lay down in her arms. “There’s barely enough water as is to quench our thirst, and those stupid sand baths aren’t nearly enough to clean all the blood out of my hair, so I can only imagine what’s lost inside those tangled red locks. Not to mention all the chafing, what with the aforementioned sand, which I can assure you is most unpleasant. I’m afraid you’ll just have to restrain your amorous advances until we’ve had time to bathe, so best get to abusing your authority while you still can and see if you can scrounge up enough water for us to wash in.”
A wink and a blown kiss follow soon after to mitigate the blow to my pride, but this does nothing to lessen my hatred of the sand. Giving Mila’s hand a light squeeze and reaching over to stroke Yan’s cheek, I linger for a moment longer until they’re all fast asleep, save for Buddy who is struggling to sit up against my leg, refusing to lay down and rest until I do, and an exuberant Mama Bun who is still having the time of her life, hopping about on her borrowed Manifested raft. I wonder, what did I do in my last life to deserve all this joy and happiness? It’s been a long, hard-fought war, and there are still plenty of trials and tribulations to come, but this right here makes it all worthwhile, the mere company of my beloved wives. Just like that, I decide that I can’t keep hiding the truth from them and will tell them everything from start to finish as soon as I can, then the rest of the family assuming my wives don’t kill me first.
Which probably won’t happen, right? Hey, maybe I can conjure up some Water Chi for them to wash in first, and then they’ll be less liable to kill me for lying about who I am all this time. Is that even possible? I don’t think I can maintain a Water Chi working for a proper bath, not without going comatose afterwards, which kinda defeats the purpose of helping them wash off, since I would really like to be conscious afterwards. I could douse them in Water Chi for a quick sort of shower, but it would probably dissipate back into Heavenly Energy before enough time had passed to get a proper lather. What about a rain storm? It should be technically possible, because even though I only possess the Blessing of Water, I should know enough about the water cycle to nudge things in the right direction and get a rainstorm going. Theoretically at least, though I should probably hold off on manipulating the weather until I’ve had time to run my thoughts by Taddy, but if it works out, then maybe I can figure out a way to set things right in the west, and turn it into a vibrant landscape instead of a land of sand and death.
“Lord Husband.” Interrupting my wandering thoughts in the most timid and tired way possible, Luo-Luo’s posture is still impeccable despite being too tired to even stand, sitting at the table with her hands folded and head held high while fighting to keep her eyelids open. “Perhaps it would be wise to make preparations to receive the Emperor or his emissary, if they should come calling?”
“Right, right.” I should make some tea at the very least, though why anyone would want a hot drink in this climate is beyond my comprehension. Wandering over to give her hand a squeeze, I reply, “What would I ever do without you?” Only to receive a slight wince in response, because she’s been playing her zither so forcefully she broke the skin on her fingers. “Sorry.” Taking her hands in my own, I bring them close and close my eyes to focus before directing a thread of Heavenly Energy her way, one which flows seamlessly through her and sets her abraded fingers to healing. It’s about as difficult as tying a tie on someone else, but otherwise, pretty simple to pull off, because Luo-Luo trusts and loves me with all her heart, and I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen head over heels for her as well. “There,” I declare, sneaking a light little kiss peck on the back of her hands. “All better. Now sit tight while I go find some tea. And a teapot. And some snacks, I guess.”
Though Buddy puts up a bit of a fight when I tell him to stay, its more of a token effort, because he’s so bloated with Heavenly Energy that he can barely even sit up straight, though he never had the best posture to begin with. His slovenly charms quickly win over Luo-Luo however, who is already scritching his chin and cooing over him as I leave the room, though finding everything I need is more difficult than I expect. Not only am I unfamiliar with the fortress as is, everyone is too tired to really help, and I don’t want to stop someone and ask because then they’ll probably insist on doing everything themselves. A good twenty minutes pass before I find everything I need and make my way back to my room, at which point I’m greeted by the snores of my lovely wives and the scowls and smiles of the Emperor and his entourage, as well as Akanai, the Old Wolf, and Mom and Dad who are busy making eyes at one another next to Luo-Luo. I guess that means she was treated well, because if she wasn’t, Dad would have gone off to challenge Shuai Jiao or something, but her smile sets my heart at ease as she gestures for me to hurry up.
“Hi,” I begin, only to immediately wishing I’d paid more attention in Luo-Luo’s etiquette classes so I could stop making these stupid mistakes out of nervous anxiety. “Sorry for the wait, I uh… went to find tea and stuff. Gimme a few minutes and I’ll have a nice, steaming hot cup of tea for us all to enjoy.”
“Allow me.” There is little to no courtesy in the heavy-set Imperial Scion’s statement, more of a demand than an offer as he takes everything out of my hands. “The Emperor is not to be kept waiting.” A member of the Di family, the Imperial Scion scowls as he looks over everything I’ve brought, his brow somehow completely free of sweat despite the many layers of colourful robes he’s wearing underneath his ceremonial armour. “Nor should he be served such inferior leaves, but needs must, I suppose.”
I don’t have much of an eye or a tongue for tea, but I suppose if anyone knows his tea leaves, it’d be the Di Family Scion. “Sorry. This is my first time here, so I just grabbed whatever I could find.” The heavy-set man has already forgotten all about me as he sets to making the tea, so I head over to the table where only the Emperor, Akanai, and the Old Wolf are seated, while everyone else stands behind their respective parties. The Liang Baldy is absent, as are the Grand Marshal and Prime Minister both, along with a few other faces, meaning that aside from the Emperor, there is only one representative form each Supreme Family, all of whom are somewhat familiar, like my former Patron Liang Wu Di, and the giant meathead Xing Ao Tian. Unsure if I should stand or sit, I look to Luo-Luo for guidance, who uses her eyes to indicate I should bow to the Emperor and follow his lead, which I probably should’ve known. “Uh… Ten thousand years of boundless longevity upon the Emperor. Imperial uh… Legate Falling Rain awaits his orders?”
That’s how everyone was greeting the Legate, so I hope it’s good enough for the Emperor too, but he seems pretty chill about all the formalities and quickly gestures for me to sit. “Ten-thousand years is too much,” he began, flashing a smile that is every bit as charming and endearing as my former patron’s, two men cut from the same cloth, which makes sense considering how they’re brothers. “To live out the rest of my reign will be fortune enough, for our Eternal Foe took much from this Sovereign in his final fight against the Savage Divinity.”
God I hate that name, but it’s too late to change it now. More to the point, I can pretty much guess at the subtle message hidden within the Emperor’s words, but I have no idea how to create or transfer Life Force to help extend his life, nor am I willing to ask Lin-Lin to do it either. “This Legate is incapable, and unable to assist, but the Emperor is a dragon among men, and this Legate is confident that you will ascend to Divinity in time.”
Taking no visible offense from my apparent refusal to help, the Emperor simply smiles and nods. “The Eternal Foe was a brilliant man, and though this Sovereign endured much suffering at his hands, there were benefits to be had as well. Divinity stands but a half-step away, but in the event that even this half-step seems too insurmountable to take, then this Sovereign shall seek out the Savage Divinity for his sage advice.”
…I feel like I’m being made part of a joke, but the scandalized expressions from the Emperor’s entourage tells me that the joke is not at my expense. “This Legate dare not claim himself capable of guiding the Emperor on his Path, but is happy to offer whatever assistance he may.” As surprisingly pleasant as this exchange might be, I’m getting really tired of all this polite doublespeak, but I’m not fluent enough to know how to say, ‘cut to the chase’ in a way that won’t offend everyone involved. Decorum demands I at least wait until tea is served, but the Di Scion is taking his sweet ass time puttering about, and has yet to even put the kettle onto the stove, so there’s nothing I can do except play along with the Emperor and make small talk for a few minutes more.
This is my personal hell. That’s it, isn’t it? I died in battle against the Eternal Emperor, and now I’m in hell.
To my great relief, the Emperor skillfully guides the ensuing conversation by asking questions about the war effort up to this point, and even includes Akanai in the conversation and compliments her on her “brilliant tactical acumen” and “unparalleled teaching abilities”. My Grand Mentor is as stoic as they come, an ice queen to surpass all ice queens, but even she is showing signs of being won over by the Emperor’s charm, who is as smooth as silk and a silver-tongued devil whom I would be leery of leaving alone with my wives. For a guy that’s been imprisoned for the last few decades, his social skills are still top-notch, though I suppose I should’ve expected as much from a man who beat out all the competition to catch the Eternal Emperor’s eye.
Finally, the Di Scion finishes his preparations and pours a cup of tea for the Emperor, while leaving the pot and three cups within easy reach for me to pour for the Old Wolf, Akanai, and myself. I guess my parents and Luo-Luo don’t get a cup, but to be fair, neither does anyone in the Emperor’s entourage, though I find it odd that he brought no Divinities with him. Seems dangerous to let the Emperor sit across the table from two Divinities without any protection, no matter how friendly, but I suppose the current Emperor must be equally guarded against the Divinities of the Supreme Family as well.
And with that thought, it occurs to me that things might not be so bad after all. The current Emperor is in a fix, because the Supreme Families only just banded together to overthrow him, or rather the Eternal Emperor in the current Emperor’s body. Even though the Eternal Emperor is dead and gone, how can he prove it to the Supreme Families, much less trust them knowing they’d already overthrown one Emperor and could easily make it two? That’s why he’s here, playing all nice and cordial, because he wants to win my support, support he knows I’ll give because he was there for the final fight, and knows that I want to end this war with as little bloodshed as possible.
Happy to have worked it out in advance for once, I spend a little more time studying the Emperor across from me. Draining his cup of tea in a single gulp, he utters a quiet sigh of satisfaction while flashing a small, sad smile. “Delicious,” he exclaims, though even I think the tea is pretty mediocre at best, yet he acts as if it is the most refreshing drink ever. Then again, from his perspective, it might well be, since he’s been kept on a chain for decades now, meaning this is probably the first thing he’s actually tasted since the Eternal Emperor took over. Had I known this in advance, I’d have found some wine too, though it’s against regulation to drink alcohol here in the west, since it dehydrates you even more. Supressing the minor pang of empathy in my chest, I warn myself against taking everything at face value, because this all could be a calculated act designed to win me over, one he put together after seeing my battle against the Eternal Emperor and the lengths I went to in order to save his eternal soul.
I’m a softie at heart, so empathetic it’s pretty much a curse, and the Emperor might well be using that to win me over. Not to say that he’s wrong to, but I should keep this in mind before committing myself to anything, lest I find myself saddled with another title I don’t want or a wife I don’t need.
Needing no cue to stand and refill the Emperor’s cup, I can’t help but shoot Liang Wu Di a glance and wonder if he’ll ever have to serve me tea, and he appears to read my thoughts and respond with a sly smile that tells me things won’t work out as I envision. The Emperor takes a small, token sip from his cup, but I can tell he wants to drink more, to taste and experience more of the world he’s been denied for so long. You don’t get to where he is by being weak willed however, so he puts the cup down while it’s still more than half-full, only to fold his hands together and regard me with the utmost gravity as he intones, “Legate Falling Rain, what is it you desire?”
“Honestly? To go home. Been away far too long for my tastes, but there’s still work to be done.”
I don’t know why I’m being so candid, but the Emperor doesn’t seem to mind, save to shake his head with a smile and say, “That cannot do. You have done this Sovereign a great service, done this Empire a great service, and for this, you must be rewarded. The soldiers are already spreading stories of their visions, of seeing you lead them into battle against the Uniter to save this Sovereign from his clutches.” My expression gives away my surprise, because I didn’t think anyone would remember that, but then again, I should’ve known that those surviving Natal Souls would’ve made their way back to their original hosts after I dismissed them. Looking at Mom and Dad, I see them beaming with pride, and there is a faint glimmer of the same hidden within Akanai’s cool gaze, though I might well be imagining it. It seems they all remember too, or at least have an inkling of what happened, even though I’m pretty sure I saw all of their Natal Souls get torn apart in the fight. I guess even the Eternal Emperor didn’t know how to destroy a fragment of soul, and could only dismiss the bindings holding those Natal Souls together, meaning the secret is out and the world will soon know about how I faced off against the Uniter in the Void.
A white lie I told everyone out of convenience, since explaining it all would’ve been a pain in my ass, but in doing so, I’ve made it appear as if the Emperor had come to reinforce Shi Bei himself, only to fall victim to the Uniter’s clutches. The Emperor will no doubt spin this to his advantage, but none of the Imperial Scions from the Supreme Families had joined in, so they only know what others can tell them.
Which makes this all real complicated, and I have no idea what I’m supposed to say, because I don’t really want anything from the Emperor at all. I just want to do my thing and follow m heart, which the Emperor should know since he was there when I more or less said as much, so why is he asking me what I want instead of offering to support me in my endeavours?
A test? To see if I’ll actually stick to my principles and turn down the possibility of wealth and power? Psh. If I wanted power, I’d have taken over the Emperor’s body instead of leaving a Natal Soul to watch over him, one which has long since made its way back unnoticed. Reviewing its memories of the Emperor’s struggle, I realize he spent a good deal of time from his perspective breaking free of the Eternal Emperor’s chains, a long and gruelling escape which required fortitude and willpower in spades. Those chains were embedded deep into his soul, and breaking free took more than just slipping out of them, but removing them inch by painful inch until he was free to control himself once more. In fact, I doubt he has yet to wholly acclimate to his body, because it’ll take some time for him to familiarize himself with it again, not just the physical side of things like walking and running, but also the metaphysical side with regards to his flow of Chi. In fact, I’m not entirely sure how he was able to Cloud-Step into Shi Bei for his grand entrance, and as I go back through my memories to double check, I realize that it was only possible because Liang Wu Di was subtly helping him along.
Ah. I see. Maybe my former patron was never motivated by the throne itself, but rather by the desire to free his brother from the shackles of an undying ghost.
Well… now I like him again, even though I don’t really want to, but I suppose this means I can push the envelope and see how many problems I can fix in one sitting by borrowing the Emperor’s authority. “Well, even though we broke the back of the Enemy command, the war for the West is still far from finished, so this Legate would appreciate any and all support the Emperor can lend to the effort.”
“Such is this Sovereign’s duty, and cannot be considered a reward, but you shall have all the support you require and more.”
A plain and simple promised voiced out loud in front of witnesses? Wow. The Emperor is actually serious about this. “Uh… even though the risks are high, this Legate begs for clemency and compassion for those captured by the Enemy, asking that the purge be left as a last resort.”
“This Sovereign is well aware of your fortune to have contracted an Elemental Spirit, so such decisions will be left to you.”
This… this is too easy. There’s gotta be a catch somewhere. “I’m guessing a Divinity isn’t allowed to hold rank?” I ask, throwing a quick glance at Akanai who shakes her head in confirmation. “Well, the North needs a new Colonel General, and my Dad was being groomed for the role…”
“A promotion is indeed in the works for Baatar of the People, but it is one he earned with his own merits, and thus has no bearing on your reward.”
“Well… there’s also a minor matter of a promised marriage, one between young hero Yong-Jin and Ryo Seoyoon, but you see…”
A brief explanation is all it takes before the Emperor agrees to annul their marriage so that Fung and Seoyoon can be married instead, only for Liang Wu Di to chime in and ask permission to interject. “It was this Prince’s decision to bind Yong-Jin and Seoyoon in marriage, a most grievous mistake indeed. In the same vein, this Prince shall also free Ryo Da’in from her commitment as well, though with great reluctance.”
It takes a few moments to put the pieces together, and I almost screw everything up by making a face, because now I know why the Ryo’s were so willing to turn against me. Liang Wu Di offered to take Da’in as his wife, or concubine at the very least, meaning the Ryo’s would have an Imperial Scion for a son-in-law, and possibly even a daughter as the future Empress. In light of this news, I can hardly blame them for accepting, because even I might have to think twice about it if Liang Wu Di offered to take my hand in marriage. Not really, but still, the principle stands, though I’m a little weirded out by the age gap. Da’in isn’t much older than Wu Di’s daughter, Miss Rou, maybe five or so years at most, which means he’s probably twice the age of Da’in and almost sixty himself, even though he only looks like he’s in his mid-thirties. Then again, I suppose Kyung isn’t all that much younger, and I’m hardly one to talk about age gaps, though I have since come to accept that maybe I’m not as mature and grown-up as I like to think, seeing how I was actually born into this world, rather than fully transmigrated.
Not making excuses, just saying is all. Shit’s complicated, so hopefully my wives find it in themselves to forgive me for all my lies.
Bringing us back on track like the leader he is, the Emperor leans forward and transfixes me with his gaze. “You still have yet to request a suitable reward, one to match your accomplishments. This cannot be, lest this Sovereign be construed as miserly and ungenerous.”
“If this General might offer a suggestion?” Now it’s Xing Ao Tian’s turn to interject, and immediately the temperature in the room drops by several degrees, as anyone with eyes can see that he’s at odds with the Emperor and Liang Wu Di. Upon receiving the Emperor’s nonverbal assent, Xing Ao Tian continues, “Falling Rain has made a great contribution here today, but as he says himself, his work is far from finished, to say nothing of how he overstepped his bounds to come this far in the first place. As reward, confirming his position as Legate of the Outer Provinces should be more than enough, and this General shall personally see to it that the West is reclaimed with the utmost speed.”
Meaning he wants to hand me an empty title that will have no power once he steps in and takes over. The Tian and Di Scions make no move to agree or disagree, but even as Liang Wu Di shakes his head, a young Yang Scion chimes in to show his support. “Truly an unprecedented honour for someone outside the Imperial Clan, and General Xing’s support will be necessary here in the West now that the young Savage Divinity is no longer able to meddle in mortal affairs.”
…Technically true, but I figured I could still run point on command and be a part of the process, even if I can’t personally take action unless an Enemy Divinity shows up. Knowing better than to speak however, I simply remain silent and look at the Emperor instead, because now it’s my turn to test him and see how genuine he is about rewarding me. Personally, I would much rather work with him than against him, because backing the established Emperor will probably result in less instability than working with the Supreme Families against him, to say nothing of how I’m pretty sure Xing Ao Tian would love to meet me in a dark alley somewhere and beat the shit outta me. Jokes on him, I schooled him once already, and I’m even stronger now, though I suppose he’s got plenty of Seniors to call on to help him even the score.
To my pleasant surprise, the Emperor comes down firmly against Xing Ao Tian’s suggestion, slamming the palm of his hand against the table in a show of overt rage. “Short-sighted fools.” Luckily for him, we’re all shrouded in a Sound Barrier and his little outburst didn’t wake Mila, else all of our lives would be in grave danger. Pointing at me while addressing the Scions behind him, the Emperor roars, “Do you know what this young man has done? He has given us our freedom again, the chance to control our fate once more. We who call ourselves dragons have been little more than dogs to our Eternal Foe, marching to the beat of his tune for millennia in complete and utter ignorance. Even when Wu Di brought indisputable proof for you all to see, when our Foe admitted to his sins himself, you all thought to barter with our captor rather than work together to be rid of him once and for all.” Turning to me, the Emperor huffs in disdain and says, “Tell me your thoughts on the Oath they made, one of mutual non-interference.”
“Worth less than the paper it wasn’t written on,” I respond, only for all four Scions except Liang Wu Di to frown. “His Oath was to not to meddle in the affairs of the Supreme Family, so long as they pay no mind to him and his.” Shrugging as if the answer is self-evident, I explain, “The man united the warring states of the Azure Sea, and thus sees the throne as his by right. Right or arms or right of birth, the throne belongs to him. The moment someone from the Supreme Family publicly claims it for themselves, the Eternal… Foe’s Oath will no longer bind him, for you will have meddled with what he sees as rightfully his.” Frowning, I add, “But you all would’ve caught that, yet you agreed anyways, because you never intended on keeping it. You were going to use him to put pressure on the Emperor, leverage to ensure Liang Wu Di didn’t act against you once he became Emperor himself.” Laughing, I add, “Talk about cutting your nose off to spite your face. The man has thousands of years of experience playing you all against one another, and can take over a new body with less effort than it takes to turn a hand. If he was still around, he could easily take over any of you and resume his efforts from there, meaning you’d never truly know if the next Emperor was truly themselves.”
The lack of a response tells me I hit the nail on the head for once, and I find it incredible how arrogant these Scions can be. Even Wu Di seems somewhat skeptical of my claims, but the Emperor knows first hand how terrifying the Eternal Emperor truly was. What’s more, I can tell the others don’t entirely trust us, since they only have our word that the Eternal Emperor is dead and gone, but aside from an Oath I refuse to make, we don’t have any way to prove it.
None of which is my problem, nor is it something for future me to deal with. Instead, this is the Emperor’s problem, but now he’s trying to make it my problem by bringing me into the fold, which means I need to make the most of it while I can. Glancing at Luo-Luo in hopes that she has something to help me move this conversation along, I’m struck by a flash of Insight as to what to ask for a reward. “My Imperial Servant, Zheng Luo,” I begin, changing the subject with all the tact of a drunk ox in a china shop. “As my reward, this Legate humbly requests that the Emperor remove her status as an Imperial Service, and return her freedom to her.”
The perfect request to keep myself from becoming beholden to the Emperor, but alas, he shakes his head in apparent regret. “Again, you ask for what should rightfully be rewarded, for such talent cannot remain buried unjustly.” Turning to face Luo-Luo, who quickly falls to her knees, the Emperor declares, “From this day forth, Imperial Servant Zheng Luo is no more, her service no longer required and her birthright restored. Rise, Liang Xiao Zheng, and accept the title of Divine True Musician, the foremost talent of this generation.”
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Liang Xiao Zheng. Liang Xiao Rou, Liang Wu Di’s daughter. Liang Wu Di, my patron who presented Luo-Luo to me in the first place.
Meaning Liang Wu Di is Luo-Luo’s father, and my Father-in-Law to boot.
Also, I turned down the chance to marry sisters. Sisters!
…Actually, not as disappointed as I thought I’d be, considering I clearly ended up with the better sister.
Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I try to ignore my new Father-in-Law’s smug smile as he moves to greet his daughter. “Hello, Xiao Zheng. I am your father, but it was never my intent to give you up. Our Eternal Foe demanded it after we had a falling out, a show of fealty in offering my firstborn into service.” Turning to the Emperor to share a cold smile, he continued, “That was the first day I embarked upon my crusade to unseat him, only to uncover that the brother I looked up to, the brother I fell out with, the brother who demanded my precious daughter, was not my brother at all.” Reaching out to stroke her cheek with so much love it can’t be faked, he swallows a lump in his throat and says, “In a way, the Eternal Foe was overthrown because I could not bear to lose you. Know that you have always been in my heart, so I ask that you forgive your foolish father for leaving you alone all these years.”
Oddly enough, Luo-Luo turns to me instead of responding, her eyes filled with tears and surprise, but all I can do is offer a smile in support, and urge her to make her own decisions. “Forgive this servant –” she begins, only to stop and correct herself at Liang Wu Di’s frown, “Forgive this one, but all this is happening too fast.”
“Yes, yes, take all the time you need.” Though obviously disappointed, Liang Wu Di tries not to let it show as he pats her on the shoulder once before thinking better of if. “Just know that I, your father, will wait as long as need be, and that your mother and sister are waiting as well. Your sister is actually here, though she has some bad blood with your husband, water under the bridge, I’m sure.” Turning to look me in the eyes, he adds, “Now that my daughter has been returned to me, I expect a proper marriage ceremony, understand? Preferably one where no one attempts to poison you, resulting in the need to engage in self mutilation to cure you.”
“Of course,” I reply, because what else can I say, except go along with the flow and accept it? Ask someone to cut you open one time…
As Liang Wu Di takes his place behind the Emperor once more, and Luo-Luo calms her nerves in Mom’s one-armed embrace, I find myself at the centre of attention once more, which is becoming all too common for my tastes. “Seeing how you are unable to come up with a suitable reward,” the Emperor begins, finishing the rest of his tea with a sigh of delight, “Let us try a different tack. What are your goals moving forward from here? What is it you hope to accomplish? In the short term and long term, if you please, and perhaps there will be something you desire which this Sovereign can grant you.”
Clever man. In doing this, he binds us together in a way I cannot refuse, because if we’re working together to accomplish my dreams, then our fates will be tied together. Clearly the other Supreme Families are worried about me, as well as the army stationed here in Shi Bei, one which has given rise to three new Divinities and countless Peak Experts who would fight and die for more. Then there’s my own strength, which is still something of a mystery, though I honestly hope there will never be any need to wield it ever again. The Eternal Emperor is dead and gone, and Zhen Shi gone with him, so all that remains are scattered bands of Defiled who might well be convinced to put aside their murderous ways and settle down in the Empire for good, like Asmani and her tribe living in the Arid Wastes. There is still bloody work to be done, but with a little luck, we will have peace in our time once more, especially if the current Emperor’s reign remains stable and secure until it comes time to pass the title along.
So what do I want to do? I don’t want to just free the west, but I also want to fix all the issues that plagued it. Access to food and water were the big ones, but I’ve been working on the first issue for awhile. With glass now a thing, we can begin research on canning and food preservation, allowing the fertile south to export more of its agriculture to every corner of the Empire. As for water, I’ve already established that it’s all down-hill from the Azure sea and carved out a channel for water, so why not turn it into a bonafide river, and I guess plant some trees to keep the sand from filling it in? I’d need to consult some experts on erosion and other stuff, but I’m sure there’s a way to reclaim the desert and turn it into arable land after a few years. Planting trees helps, I think, so we can start from the coastline and work our way in, and perhaps see some changes in the coming decades.
But that’s just the start. I want to build schools and orphanages in every town, hamlet, and village, and teach the next generation how to read and write. Once we have a new generation of scholars, I want to create jobs for them in the municipal levels of government to help oversee those schools and other facets of society, positions which will be filled based on objective skill and merit, as opposed to nepotism. I want to write a system of laws in which all are equal before it, to ensure everyone who works hard can go to bed at night with a full belly and a roof over their head. I want to end slavery and shrink the economic gap between commoners and the wealthy elites, while simultaneously doing away with this system of inherited nobility and the belief that might makes right in spite of all else.
All grand dreams and noble ideals, but there are other things I want too. I want to have a menagerie of floofs to love and to spoil, to build a home large enough for me and my wives as well as the family we will soon start. I want to science the shit out of the Dao and create a primer or guide to cultivation that anyone can use to ascend. I want to explore the depths of the Azure Sea and find out just what in the hell is so terrifying as to make Pong Pong live in constant fear. I want to bring my sweet doggo out for a walk, as soon as he finishes digesting his latest meal, and see how he introduces himself to all my other pets, who thus far have more or less ignored him. I want to get to know my grandfather Naaran and my brother Gerel, and see if I have any surviving brothers or sisters I could help. I also want to make sure my sister knows how much she means to me, and that I would have made Charok my brother if he wasn’t married to my sister. I want to see my niece and nephew grow up to become the wonderful people I know they will be, and see the look on my parents faces when they become grandparents themselves. I want to cherish my wives everyday and make up for my lechery, to shameless woo Song who I cannot even imagine a life without, and to get to know Luo-Luo better and love her with all my heart, because now I am sure that she truly loves me, because I can feel her emotions coming off of her in waves.
So what do I want? Well, right now, I’d like a little privacy so I can respond appropriately to Luo-Luo’s emotions, but even I’m not so bold as to tell the Emperor to fuck off. Aside from that, I want to make the world a better place, which is what I intend to do, one small step at a time. There will be failures ahead, and mistakes to be made, but I have a loving family, earnest friends, and whole cadre of support floofs to help me through it all, to say nothing of the people and floofs I have yet to meet. So long as I follow my heart and listen to the people around me, then I have nothing to fear, because with their help, there is no trial or tribulation I cannot overcome.
We all must forge our own Path, but that doesn’t mean we must walk it alone, a lesson I’ve learned time and time again, but this time, I really think it’s gonna stick.
It's been a long road, six years, almost four million words, too many memes and countless hours of effort, but I've reached the ending I'd envisioned for SD when I began. One that might not be wholly satisfying, as it leaves a few things up in the air, but one full of hope and optimism that I would hate to spoil, but would because I love to make my readers and characters suffer. There's more I want to say, but atm, I just wanna sit back and know that I'm more or less done, and see what it's like to no longer have a next chapter to write. That's all for now, and from the bottom of my heart, thank you for sticking with me for so long and reading this through to the end.
Comments
A sundering of the provinces to become new kingdoms, leading to a new warring states era? Maybe. :P Thanks for reading!
Rain knows he's gotta work with the Emperor and Supreme Families for now. It's not in his best interests to start another war, nor does he really want one. Thanks for reading and the kind words, not just here but over the course of SD's lifetime. Really helped me keep motivated knowing there were people reading and keeping up with the week to week.
Thanks for reading. hope the ending doesn't disappoint!
Thanks for reading. I'm pretty excited to start something new, just have no idea what it'll be.
The whole, foundation of cultivation and the Dao was pretty much what I set out to write about, offering more clarity on it an whatnot. I doubt I'll do a sequel to Savage Divinity, mostly because Rain's story is pretty much done. He's got stuff to do, and goals to accomplish, but it wouldn't make for super interesting reading imo. I might do like, a proper, high power xianxia with Immortals everywhere, with some SD backdrop possibly, like a higher world type deal with the same basic system, just dialed up to 100 instead of 10. dunno though.
Thenais
So, will thebekai homeland become an indépendant province of the empire ?
Zarik0
Wish he stomp them more (with some good little acid line here and here) when they are in private like that :) Interesting ending it like that :) Thank you very much man for this amazing story you created and that i followed for years, i will miss it :)
Thank you, so much. This has been an epic. I will admit that I'm not up-to-date - I took a breather when you said you were heading for the end. Very well done to not only write over 4 million words, but to actually finish the story. Kudos!
Ceres Kantir
Great Job finishing this masterpiece, Ruff. I can't wait to read your next Story <3
Luis Rubio
it was great. Im a fan of isekai and cultivation novels and I found it very original that you show the "first steps" of cultivation. Every novel that I read about it, they already had all the stages of cultivation, but in yours, you show how difficult it is and the first steps of becoming a real immortal. Thats why I think you can make more money with this if you want it. I hope that you decide to make sequel and create a "Royal arc" with Rain and the imperials.
Oh man. Even now, it still feels weird to think 2016 was so long ago. Still feels like 2012 to me haha. Thank you for sticking with it for so long, and am happy to have shared this with you.
Stultus
I remember starting highschool in 2016... remember seeing this when it had... 80~ or so chapters? One of the first fictions I picked up on Royalroad. It's been a long ride. Thank you.
Yea maybe, but that sounds like a lot of work and effort, which I don't really want to do. I might in the future, but I'm just not interested atm. Thanks for reading though :D
Thanks for reading :D
Luis Rubio
I think you can improve your novel and post it in Amazon and if it works you can hire an artist and make a "comic" just like the author of "the beginning after the end" did. If you have an editor I think you can polish your book, removing some sections (like the 100 chapters when Rain lost his powers or when he was in a comatose state), with an editor that can guide you, I believe you can monetize this.
Deegles
Thank you!!
Your time and attention are more than I could ask for. Thank you for reading.
GuyWhoReadsALot
Wish I could give more, you deserve it. Thank you!
No, thank you.
Glad to hear it, and I hope my next work brings you as much enjoyment.,
Thank you
Dionisio Trigo
I have enjoyed the story since I stumbled upon it back in RR. Thank you for journey, and I wish you well with your future endeavors.
