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Chapter 620 unedited unmemed
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I dont remember much of my previous life, but from what I can tell, I dont think Ive changed much.
I doubt I ever killed anyone in my past life, or even hunted an animal judging by how much I cried the first time Alsantset taught me how to skin and butcher a deer, and I was probably a lot lazier considering the sheer amount of paranoia and anxiety it takes to get my ass out of bed every morning, but otherwise, Im probably a carbon copy of my past self. I love animals, make stupid jokes, have a short attention span, a penchant for internal monologue, and a healthy streak of perversion that is in no way abnormal.
What I lack however, is an appreciation for the arts, which is why Luo-Luos musical talents are complete wasted on me.
A pleasant tune filters in from the bathroom windows as she strums on her zither in the courtyard, but while my coma rebooted my receptors and let me feel Aura Aura related skills again, I still feel nothing when listening to her music. Dont get me wrong, it sounds pretty and pleasant, but theres no surge of emotions or swell of sensations to accompany it. By now, Ive heard Luo-Luos Rise to Glory at least a hundred times, and I still feel the same as I always have, that its a cool sound that sounds technically demanding to play, but is just too boring with only one instrument. To my admittedly musically-ignorant self, the zither is just a horizontal guitar that is capable of carrying a song on its own, but I was never a huge fan of acoustical covers. Then again, I was probably never a huge fan of music to begin with, seeing as I never felt its absence in the eight years I spent on this world before Luo-Luo came into my life. It sounds mean to say this, but Luo-Luos music might as well be background noise to fill the silence, and while I appreciate the hard work and effort that goes into her playing, I dont know enough about music to explain why everything thinks shes an amazing musical talent.
Its like going into a lecture on advanced quantum physics with nothing more than a high-school education. You recognize the words and understand that the lecturer is probably brilliant, but you dont know enough about the subject to judge whether the speaker is brilliant, mediocre, or speaking gobbledygook. Maybe thats why Luo-Luos music doesnt work on everyone, because music is a very personal experience, and for me, music is simply something to listen to without caring too much about the content.
Seriously though... if music was all Jixing wanted her for, he couldve just said so. Im sure Luo-Luo wouldve been happy to play for him whenever her services were needed. Who knows, maybe the two of them wouldve hit it off after a few weeks of private performances and she wouldve realized she wanted a life with a real Imperial who treated her like the amazing woman she is, rather than stick with a short cripple who drowns her in paperwork and doesnt appreciate her artistic talents.
...
The fact that this imagined scenario makes me irrationally jealous speaks to my character, and not in a favourable light. Its not like I have any real claim to Luo-Luo, and Im still not sure how I feel about marrying her. For the most part, shes just there, a business partner and fixture in my life that I could not do without. Professionally, not romantically, though I will admit I dont hate having a beautiful woman to admire while my wives are away at war. Luo-Luos not just a pretty face either, as her hard work and brilliant moves have single-handedly kept our business ventures afloat, and she also played a pivotal role in the creation and successful introduction of War Bonds. Without her, I wouldve never thought to dress up the War Bonds to look fancy and important, or gone to personally visit influential merchants, nobles, and officials to personally explain the concept beforehand. The War Bonds wouldve rolled out as single-page contracts and no one wouldve bought them besides my family, who to this day still dont entirely understand the concept even though Ive explained it a thousand times. Granted, I originally envisioned them as a proper investment tool and its now become something entirely different, but Luo-Luo was the one who saw the potential of the idea and explained why everyone would be fighting to purchase them for face. The wealthiest nobles in the Empire all have their collections of War Bonds framed in glass and modestly displayed, taking after Yuzhen who has her massive collection cluttering the walls of her office and meeting rooms.
In contrast, Akanai and Dad gave their War Bonds to me for safekeeping, but mostly because they didnt really know what else to do with it.
In short, I owe Luo-Luo so very much, and while it sometimes feels like we dont have a lot in common, I feel like she actually understands the modern part of me better than anyone else. To most, my ideas are just that, odd little notions which make no sense whatsoever and are quickly forgotten, but Luo-Luo is the only one who bothers to ask questions and try to understand what Im talking about. Its nice to be taken seriously by someone, whereas Mila would just roll her eyes while Yan and Lin-Lin tend to humour me until the conversation grows boring. Not to throw shade at them or anything, because they all put up with more than any man should have the right to expect, but sometimes, I have trouble accepting this world as it is, and I like having someone I can talk to about making my strange notions into real concepts.
A shame she instantly shut down my proposal to outlaw slavery. Not on moral grounds, but pragmatic ones, stating that slavery is so ingrained into the everyday workings of the Empire that everything would fall to pieces if I ever tried to force the issue. Apparently, almost everything everywhere is largely produced by slaves or includes the efforts of slaves in some vital way, whether it be renting slaves to help out on seasonal duties or making up a large percentage of the workforce in unskilled labour, the Empire would never financially recover from outlawing slavery without years, if not decades of preparations leading up to it.
Which again, makes me want to flip the board and leave Zhen Shi and the Emperor to duke it out so I can rebuild everything from the ground up, but keeping the status quo is indisputably the lesser of two evils. Theres no supporting a crazed massed murderer whose lifes ambition is to cause endless bloodshed and conflict to raise humanitys strength as a whole. One could argue that the Empire contributes to all the pain and suffering experienced by millions of unfortunates in this world, but at least theyre not actively supporting an army of psychopathic cannibals urged on towards violence by weird ghostly beings created from the dark emotions of Martial Warriors.
Taking a deep breath to calm my spiking nerves, I settle down in my bath chair and do as Xing Yong Wei suggested, to seek solace and ease my troubled conscience, but I find this not in the music of my devoted concubine or in the arms of my absent wives. Instead, my solace comes from different feminine presence in my life, one who decided to join me in the baths for a bit of fun and games. Smiling from ear to ear, I giggle quietly as Ping Ping shakes her butt in sheer delight as I run a hard-bristled brush across her shell, thoroughly enjoying the tender love and care. This isnt the usual sort of fun I have in the baths with Yan and Mila, but this is soothing in a different sense, because theres something wildly fulfilling about bringing joy and happiness into someone elses life, even if that someone else is an animal.
Having pets is hard work, and even harder without a team of servants scrambling around to make sure all the floofs are properly tended to, but I can honestly say I have never experienced anything that is more rewarding. The simple act of brushing a pet brings me so much joy, I cannot for the life of me understand why other people dont love animals as much as I do. Maybe things will change when I raise children of my own, but I doubt it. I spent a fair amount of time raising the twins, and as much as I love them, I still love floofs more, and Im not only saying that because the twins are older now and no longer as adorable.
Okay, that has a lot to do with it, but whatever. I love Tali and Tate to bits, but cute is justice!
After a thorough scrub and rinse, me and Ping Ping head into the bath for a nice soak and swim with a modicum of splashing. One caveat about the joys of pet companionship is that not all pets are equally rewarding. Ping Ping is a wonderful sweetheart who is almost overly attached, whereas Pong Pong is too cool to hang out now that he knows he can pop in to Taduks garden for two servings of shrimp every day. I get it, hes a strong, independent turtle who dont need no man, but I kinda wish hed show more concern after seeing me fall into a coma, and maybe come visit every now and then. Then again, maybe he was spooked off by Ping Pings ascension and didnt understand what happened to me, but I bet hed have a grand old time splashing around the tub with Ping Ping. Still, I cant really blame him if he enjoys living out in the wilds over cuddling up with Mama Bun every night, so Ill have to find some time to visit the bamboo grove one of these days and check in on the little guy.
Not anytime soon though. Theres too much heat on me right now, with nobles, Imperials, and Defiled alike watching my every move, so even if I didnt have the fate of the Empire resting on my shoulders, itd be silly to take a few days off for a pleasure trip.
After relaxing in the baths until my fingers are all pruny, Ping Ping and I dry off and head out to join the rest of the household in the courtyard. Thats one thing I love about courtyard manors, how the central, outdoor area is the communal living space. Mom and Akanai are relaxing with some tea on the veranda, while Grandpa Du and Song play with Kishi and Princess in the garden. Ever the sweetheart, Lin-Lin keeps Luo-Luo company while she plays, snuggling Aurie, Mama Bun, and Blackjack next to Sorya and Anrhi while the rest of the animals enjoy the music in captive silence. Much like me, Ping Ping doesnt seem to have any vested interest in the zither, so she zooms off to join Kishi in her game of fetch, utterly enamoured by the young quin who is more or less her size. As for me, I settle in next to my sweet wifey, who visibly brightens in my presence as she slips my arm around her shoulder and snuggles into my embrace. The only thing that could make this better is if the rest of my loved ones were here with us too, because as much as I enjoy my solitude, Ive come to love these peaceful nights together even more.
Maybe its because I have both, but I feel like its such a shame that so many people value wealth and fame so highly. You dont need coin or recognition to be happy, just loving family and adorable floofs.
As the music plays, I consider the implications of Aura and my ability to Orate in times of passion and stress, which leads me on a long, circuitous mental journey exploring the Martial Path. Ive been through it so many times, have pieced together so many clues, and I feel like Ive been on the cusp of a pivotal realization for so long, but I just cant figure out how all the pieces fit together so I can fix my shattered Core. A while back, I sat down with Dad and hammered out the details of a Core which I later added to my notes, but Im still as lost as ever. Dad said, The Core sits in the Void, but the Void is not the Core. The Void exists outside your Core, and your Core is what separates you from the Heavens beyond. Your Core is a barrier yes, but it does not only hold Chi, it also keeps your being, your mortality, and quite possibly your eternal soul, within.
Which I took to mean my Core is formed from my soul, or perhaps even my soul in its entirety, which makes about as much sense as anything else to do with souls. Who knows what compromises a soul? My take is that a soul is the sum total of all our experiences, not just our memories, but everything else weve forgotten along the way, every smile, tear, grimace, and groan. All those experiences make up who we are and shape the person we become. I dont remember most of my past life, I still know who I am, deep down inside, and I believe it is the same for everyone else, even if they arent consciously aware of it. Its a slippery slope to try and define a soul, since its mostly just a word we made up to explain the ineffable concept of life after death, so this is about as much thought as Ive given it, and it seems right. The soul is who you are, simple as that, the very core of your being, and I dont really need to know more.
This isnt to say we as humans can never really change, but when we do change, I believe our soul changes alongside us. This, more than anything, is what it means to be human, to have the ability to reflect upon our nature and improve or discard it. Unlike the wolf who only knows he must hunt the deer or the tiger who defends her mountain, we humans can reflect upon our actions and choose to be different. We can choose to become vegetarians like the Brotherhood, choose to indulge in bloodshed and violence like the Defiled, choose to play games and in a time of crisis like the Legate, or choose to hold ourselves to a higher standard, like so many heroes of the Empire. Thats what it means to be human, to have the freedom and ability to choose, and while we might not always make the best choices, the very act of choosing to behave differently from what our instincts demand is what elevates us above most other animals out there.
How does this help me restore my Core? I dont know, but it all fits in with what I realized while debating with Zhu Chanzui. Human concepts like justice, honour, and integrity are important because we humans hold ourselves to them, aspire to be better than the animals we were born as, and I think thats why some animals turn into Ancestral Beasts, because they too aspire to something higher. Thats how I see it, and maybe its a little romanticized, but I think if Zhu Chanzui had been found and raised by the People, he would be a much different person today.
Im still going to kill him, or at the very least, spit on his cold, dead corpse. To err is human; to forgive is divine, and Im as human as can be.
Another point of interest in my notes is how everything revolves around Emotion. Grandpa Du and everyone else sort of glossed over that, but I keep coming back to it because it feels pivotal to my understanding. I suspect Heavenly Energy is drawn to emotion, which is how both Defiled and Imperials can wield it through seemingly contrary means. The Defiled embrace emotion and lose themselves in its expression, while Imperials suppress and discard emotions to achieve Balance. Either way, I suspect this expression of emotion which draws Heavenly Energy into our Cores and bind it for our use. Inside our Core, our souls, the Heavenly Energy has all the emotion it desires, because again, our souls are made up of the very fabric of our metaphysical being, which includes Emotion. Outside the Core, that emotion is consumed, thereby freeing our Chi to become unbound Heavenly Energy once more, until it is once again drawn in by emotion.
I suspect this is why I could use Oration in Sinuji and again when Zhu Chanzui showed up at the Citadel, because in both cases, I was literally bursting with emotion. Ive yet to succeed at Oration when actively trying it, but Im not giving up yet. Again, how does this help me fix my Core? No idea. Broken Blade Pichai said his Core fixed itself on its own, but his experience was incredibly different from mine. He was weakened, but never to the same extent that I was, where cotton clothes could turn my skin to road rash after a day of walking and petting floofs the wrong way would leave me with a bloody, pin-cushioned hand. It also took him the better part of a decade to get any usable function out of his Core and still leaks Chi to this very day, whereas its been little over a year since I was crippled and Im already using Chi without too much trouble, albeit in an incredibly limited function.
Im doing something to help it along faster than Pichai did, but I have no idea what. He spent decades as a recluse away from the public eye, living off the land amongst commoners while searching for a new Path to follow, but in then end, that led him back to the Martial Dao. Me? Im here scrambling to not only stay alive, but also help the Empire survive this coming calamity, which is completely different from what Pichai was up to, so I can only conclude that the Southern Living Legend was of no help whatsoever.
Which shouldnt be surprising. When has anything ever been easy?
A plaintive mwar snaps me out of my thoughts and I come back to reality to find Aurie resting his head in my lap, lying on his back in the grass while I stroke his chest. Now his plaintive eyes stare at me in mournful question asking why the scritches have stopped, all while holding his meaty paws up in the air, where they were previously kneading at nothing. Only now do I notice the music has stopped and everyone is looking at me in worry, though Luo-Luos gaze is tinged with a hint of pique over having her performance all but ignored.
Pinching my cheek with two dainty fingers, Lin-Lin furrows her brow and says, Bad Rainy. This is relaxation time. Youre not supposed to fret about work and stuff.
Sorry wifey. Flashing a smile, I kiss her forehead and say, A lot on the mind lately, and not much time left to ponder my personal health.
Ah! Lighting up in delight, my wifey roughly drops Mama Bun into my lap and bolts off to her room, shouting, Wait there! Shrugging at no one in particular, I cuddle Mama Bun and quiet her stream of disgruntled grumbles, which are just too adorable not to love. Saddened by the lack of attention, Aurie seeks comfort from Luo-Luo, who welcomes him with open arms and sets him to rumbling with pure delight as her fingers run through his long, shaggy fur. Lin-Lin isnt gone for long, and returns carrying a wooden lunch box with the lid firmly shut and held high above her head, for reasons which soon become obvious. Going from zero to a hundred in the blink of an eye, Mama Bun launches herself out of my arms and runs headlong at Lin-Lin, with the rest of the bunbuns only a split second behind. Slowed by the swarm of rabbits emphatically begging at her feet, my wifey giggles at how adorable they look, seated on their hind legs while shaking their clasped paws as if praying at high speeds, a gesture that was supposed to emulate a clasped salute in greeting, but is more akin to what beggars do when asking for alms.
Is that...?
Paranoid as always, I refrain from voicing my suspicions aloud, but Lin-Lin blurts it out without a care in the world. Yup, she says, proud as can be as she picks her away around the rabbits and thumps down beside me. Spiritual Tofu Pudding, version twenty eight.
Inside the lunch box is a single, secured travel bowl, with the lid clamped on tight and a small glass container filled with golden-brown syrup beside it. Not maple syrup, but just regular rock sugar melted in water with a bit of ginger for extra flavour, and delicious when poured over the tofu pudding. This is the culmination of Taduks lifes work, with a little help from Charok since my sweet Teacher barely even knows how to light a fire, much less boil water, and my stomach rumbles at the mere sight of it. Weve gone through a number of different iterations of Spiritual Tofu Pudding, but we have yet to replicate the incredibly mouth-watering version Shen ZhenWu brought back from the East which I believe kick started my whole Healing process. Not to say that this tofu pudding isnt delicious, because despite knowing the contents of the bowl was grown from Divine Turtle shit, my mouth is watering at the mere thought of it and I cannot wait to dig in.
First though, there is the small matter of shooing away all the begging bunnies, which Lin-Lin accomplishes by fishing out a bag of Spiritual Plant cuttings from her sleeves and handing one piece to each rabbit. No doubt delivered to the Central Citadel by Cloud-Stepping Experts, I find it funny at how Taduk is so much more generous with them now that he has the ability to grow Spiritual Plants at will, but its not as easy as one might think. To become a Spiritual Plant, Taduks garden requires repeated infusions of Pong Pongs poop to continue growing, or else theyll just sprout and remain like that until they die a little later. Once the plant matures, it wont die without further infusions of poop, but it also wont continue to grow, which makes sense if you consider that the plants didnt become Spiritual Plants naturally, but was instead nourished by Heavenly Energy in the form of poop.
Which is hilarious on so many levels. The power of creation, manifest in the form of poop. God, this world sometimes...
Banjo, Baloo, and Kishi also comes over to investigate, and Ping Ping ambles along beside her, but while the bears and quin go crazy over their treats, the Divine Turtle takes her treat in her mouth and scurries away in search of her friend. Before moving out of range, I feel Ping Pings Aura pulse out in friendly inquiry, her way of broadcasting her intent, and soon enough, the grumpy red panda climbs down from his tree and accepts the sweet girls gift. While he eats, Ping Ping settles in to protect him from the voracious bunbuns, Deflecting them away once they finish their own treats and hop over to investigate, but it doesnt take long for the Spiritual Plants to take effect and all the bunnies fall fast asleep in the grass, except for Mama Bun who curls up in Lin-Lins lap in hopes of getting some more.
Already, I feel like version twenty-eight is a failure, because none of the bunnies look twice at the tofu pudding. It seems odd that the carnivores dont care about Spiritual Plants, which brings me back to what the Abbot spoke about when discussing Spiritual Beasts and the formation of Spiritual Hearts. Im pretty sure the Defiled gain strength through cannibalism, and animals gain strength from eating other animals or Spiritual Plants. It doesnt really explain how some herbivores become Spiritual Beasts though, since Id imagine Spiritual Plants are few and far between, or why humans dont grow stronger from eating Spiritual Beasts, but not knowing things is hardly new. Either way, I crack open my bowl of tofu pudding, add all the syrup, and dig in without offering it to anyone else, because according to Taduk, I am his test subject and no one else can try it because he wants to keep the variables to a minimum.
Not the worst idea, but I just think hes insisted on this because he knew I would want everyone to have some. Growing Spiritual Soy Beans was a lot of work, and he wants me happy and healthy again before anything else. Warmed by his good intentions, I enjoy the sweet treat for what it is, and try not to feel too disappointed by the lack of magical happenings or orgasmic deliciousness. Dont get me wrong, the tofu pudding is tasty, but not as tasty as what the Legate fed me, and I feel no magical stirrings in my Core as it miraculously fixes itself. Then again, I never felt anything while eating the Legates tofu pudding, but somehow, I feel like Charok and Taduks version is missing a certain something which I lack the ability to describe. Gotta hand it to those Imperial chefs though, they sure know how to cook up some Spiritual Plants, assuming thats what I ate.
Wait. Spiritual Plants.
Imperial Chefs.
Whats the matter hubby?
Peering at me in a mixture of curiosity and concern, Lin-Lin awaits my final verdict, so I smile mournfully and shake my head. Nothings wrong. The tofu pudding was delicious, but still not the same.
Mmm, but you made a face ya?
Frowning in exaggerated mockery of my expression, Lin-Lin puts on the ugliest scowl Ive ever seen, complete with overly pursed lips and slumped shoulders. Squeezing her cheeks between thumb and forefinger, I scowl normally and say, That is not how I look, and I did it because Im an idiot. Reiterating everything Xing Yong Wei told me about the Supreme Families and conclude, I thought the Di family was all about farming, because theyre named for the Earth, but I just realized they probably specialize in growing Spiritual Plants and processing them for human consumption.
The sympathetic glances from Luo-Luo, Lin-Lin, Sorya, and Anrhi wound me gravely, and once again, Im reminded that I am a giant idiot. Wait, Lin-Lin says, scowling for real this time, and its adorable even though Im still squeezing her cheeks. Does that mean they have Divine Animals too?
Oh, maybe. Thinking it through, I shrug and say, Still, we cant rule out the possibility that they have another way to grow Spiritual Plants. Or they specialize in cooking long pig, a la Defiled. Theres power in cannibalism, I know there is, but how and why? Oh, I bet the Di family fertilizes their fields with dead Defiled or something. Ugh, I shouldve picked the Abbots brain more when he was around and asked him about how he raised three Spiritual Beasts. He wouldnt say, but I think at least one of his animals formed a Spiritual Heart by eating Defiled, which further proves my suspicions.
So what is so special about the Defiled? Why dont humans gain Spiritual Hearts from eating Spiritual Beasts? I ate the snakey snake who supplied the Spiritual Heart for Yans shield, but it didnt taste any different from regular snake, nor did it make me any stronger. Unless it did and I just never noticed, but still. What the hell world? Have some consistency. Why do Defiled get stronger from eating human corpses, and predators grow stronger from eating their prey, but regular old humans dont get stronger from eating rice and beef?
So many questions and never any answers. Sometimes, I wish I could just turn my brain off and accept things for what they are, like I did as Baledagh. The questions were still unanswered, but he could use Chi and Heavenly Energy better than Brother could, because Brother had issues putting aside the unknowns, just like I do now. Im beginning to understand Gerels concerns over my lack of faith, because I can finally see how its been affecting me all along. He accepts that his strength comes from the Mother Above, empowering him with purpose to defeat the Defiled, but I lack faith and question everything, which in turn limits what I can do. Its Guiding all over again. I used it flawlessly for weeks before Mila pointed out what I was doing, and then it became a struggle to pick up Guiding again until I learned to just trust my instincts and just throw my damn sword.
Its just... I hate not knowing the answers, but Im not smart enough to figure things out on my own. Such is my curse, the curse of just enough knowledge to know I dont know shit.
Drawn out of my thoughts by another pinch to the cheek, Lin-Lin chastises me again for dwelling on my thoughts and drags me and Luo-Luo away to play Aurie, Sarankho, and Jimjam. The night passes quickly and soon it becomes time to sleep, so I trundle over to pick up the sleeping red panda and cuddle his unconscious form. It feels wrong to do this without his consent, but hes too adorable to resist, and Ping Ping doesnt seem to mind as she follows us off to bed. Once were all beneath the covers with Aurie splayed out over my legs, I stroke Ping Pings head and give her a tiny kiss goodnight, wondering if this is the night I make it back into her Natal Palace. I havent been back since waking from my coma, but Im not sure if this is because I cant do it anymore, or if she doesnt have a Natal Palace, and without Pong Pong, its impossible to confirm. Its possible Princess has a Natal Palace, but Kankin, Akanais old, surly quin, most certainly doesnt, since I already tried napping with him during the trip over here and almost lost a hand in the process.
Then again, maybe Kankin does have a Natal Palace and I just wasnt invited in. Who knows. Not me, thats who, and I hate it.
As usual, sleep eludes me for some time as I ponder the Dao and my worldly problems, but eventually, the darkness comes to claim me. However, this is not the shadowy stillness of slumber, but the limitless nothingness of the void come to claim me. My heart surges as I open my eyes to take in the Void around me, but the emptiness disappears and is replaced by a seamless boundary of white. Realization settles in as I turn to face Zhen Shi, sitting high above me in his embroidered robes depicting all manner of atrocities. What concerns me even more is that hes sipping tea at a table exactly like the one Mom and Akanai sat at, with the details perfect right down to pattern on the ornate porcelain teacups and sweet, fragrant scent of the tea.
God dammit. I need to figure out call blocking or something, because I do not want an eight-hundred year old mass murderer on speed dial in my head...
Author's note: I know i said i wanna cut back on Rain's Monologue no Jutsu, but I really don't have a better way to get all this info across. Blerg. It ain't perfect, but it works. Sorry for the late chapter again, but in my defense, I slept in.
Not a great defense, but it's all I got. Sorry and hope you liked it!
Comments
Lessthan
I assumed it was the loading room in the Matrix.
Haschen
Exactly. I think Ruff is really trying to make the eventual reveal not seem like an asspull through gradual build-up, but this is getting absurd.
wait, is the white space rain natal palace? or is it gen*s? or just a ramdom place in the void?
Prinny Knight
*Day 9416* "I made 2 inches of progress forward, the most progress in 300 days" *Day 9417* "I was facing the wrong way...."
Manu Sniter
The bigger problem, than it being another one of Rains circular monologue chapter, is that you really think this information did need to get across, again. That is really not the case, if the same or similar musing were mentioned twice in the last 5/10 chapters, then just stop mentioning them. We as reader already have a bigger picture than Rain the vast majority of his musing are regurgitatied stuff with a new sentence each time, it's just a complete waste of chapter and all other PoV have become much more interesting than the regular Rain chapters.
Blah64
Most of this info did not need to get across. We've heard these exact same musings dozens of times at this point.
Now we in another arc, which related to 5 Supreme Families...above them is the Emperor himself..and Ruff mentioned last time the book will end on 2021 (if he/she follow the story plan)..kinda sad if you left now..
Zarik0
Yeah he "forgot" he choose to push balance and defiled way and reject the world as is dao, he dont need a core for using chi, he a devorer who reject and devore the world law energie
Andrew
Thank you!
Joseph
I'm not sure what info we got though? It was just a bunch of rain meandering around things we already knew and confirming that he hasn't figured out anything new. Also, how has he still not realized that he's using chi/heavenly energy without a core so obviously he doesn't need to repair his core, he just needs to figure out what he's doing.
Asaadullah Lassiter
I think I'm going to drop this story he keeps going in circles over and over again. sorry
Arnon Parenti
This made me laugh, he probably ate his friends though, I think it's likely he rebelled because his children were gonna be made imperial servants like Luo Luo
The inner part of Rain is still very much 'Brother' but when shit goes down, Baledagh shows up, like when he tells a Divinity to fuck off
NeWorlDark
I know the old man doesn't have many friends but this is just sad
K A N O
Yea I definitely prefer other POVs. Feels like we get bogged down and progress becomes a crawl when we get inner monologue rain. I remember thinking when balegdah combined we’d get a more improved rain. But it feels like Bale got axed and nothing of his personality is left just brother. Thanks for the chapter
Stockmar
But I love Rain's talk no jitsu xD Thanks for the chapter
