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Chapter 515
🕑 Added 2019-10-08 23:52:38 +0000 UTCThis was yet another talky chapter, but I honestly can't think of a better way to get all this info out there. I dunno, I find it interesting, but I also know how everything works, so it might just be a bunch of meaningless noise to the rest of you. Lemme know your opinion and please, feel free to post any theories or suspicions you might have. Even if you're wrong, it lets me know if the message I'm trying to get out there is getting across :D
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After apologizing for my earlier outburst and handing over my gift of hand-made vegetarian buns (albeit ones made by hands other than my own), our conversation falls into an awkward lull as I organize my thoughts while the Abbot looms overhead. Beside us, bald Jorani makes an attempt to slip away unseen, but is foiled by the attention starved Aurie whose paws cling tightly to the half-rats leg, mewling emphatically in demand for more head pats. Conflicted between my jealousy over Auries affection and the joy of not having to continue this conversation alone, I make no effort to help Jorani and ignore his pleading looks until he heaves a sigh and goes back to scritching the kitten.
Its weird how far weve come in little more than a year. When we first met, I was a newly-minted Warrant Officer out on my first assignment while Jorani was just a lookout for some obscure bandit group, but look at us now. I became the youngest Second Grade Warrant Officer in recorded history, the publicly accepted Number One Talent in the Empire, an Imperial Consort, and a Peak Expert for all of a minute before succumbing to my injuries and being reduced to little more than a cripple. In contrast, Hangman Jorani all but disappeared from the public eye, going from the leader of the Mothers Militia and one of the heroes of Sanshu to a lowly Captain-equivalent in my retinue. Unlike me, his star is still on the rise, having recently Formed his Natal Palace to become a hidden Expert of the Empire and a budding scholar of Theology, though he still has the same gaunt, angular features which straddles the line between duplicitous and dignified.
Much as I hate the man, Daxian is undoubtedly the more handsome of the two, but its not entirely because of appearances. If Jorani straightened his back, grew his hair back out, looked people in the eyes while they talked, wiped away his perpetual sneer, and did something about his folksy, bandit vernacular, then Id be hard pressed to choose between his goofy charm and his brothers chilling magnetism.
...Why would I ever need to choose?
Oh yea... Jorani has a Natal Palace now, which means... Hey, Ive been studying the milestones along the Martial Path lately, but I have precious few examples to go over. If you dont mind, could you explain in your own words how you Formed your Natal Palace?
Sure, but there aint much to say. Fighting a losing battle to keep Aurie from falling asleep in his lap, Jorani shrugs and explains, Cant even rightly say how it actually happened. One second Im lost in a dreamworld havin lunch in the dining hall, and the next Im chattin with the Old Healer in the void. Then I realized the chair under me ass was gone and I went a tumblin through the void.
Huh.
What?
Belatedly realizing my comment might be construed as bragging, I reluctantly voice it for the sake of gathering more information. I cant say Ive ever had the same problem. The void always shaped itself to my whims, allowing me to stand, sit, swim, or fly with merely a thought.
Ye never... I dunno, accidentally thought about falling and just fell? I mean, I told ye how the Old Healer got away, right? Me mind slipped and then his bindings were just... gone.
Yea, but I figured that was more because the Healer guy was tricksy, not because of stray thoughts. If that were the case, then my Natal Palace wouldve been filled with naked women, adorable animals, and just random junk from memory.
Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo. Such lust, such sin. On the heels of his judgmental statement, the Abbot explains, Though this monk would be hard pressed to claim it the norm, Brother Joranis difficulties are common among Martial Warriors, and mastering ones thoughts is an essential step before Natal Palace Formation.
Think it, believe it, and it shall be so, Jorani declares, with the confidence of a man quoting someone smarter than they are.
Yea, but my mind jumps from one thought to the next, but I dont think my idle musings have ever affected my Natal Palace. Aside from that one big thing where I created a native, warrior persona to manage my murderous thoughts and ward off full Defilement. Is it weird that I miss Baledagh? I cant help but believe that if he were here, meaning if my mindset was more like his, then Id have already figured out the answer to all my problems by now, or at least would be working towards a goal instead of floundering in place. If we can figure out why, then it might help other Warriors on the cusp of becoming Experts. Like Bulat and Lang Yi, whove yet to put their newly Condensed Auras to good use. Scratching my head, I voice my thoughts out loud just to fill the silence. It cant be because of how I Formed my Natal Palace, because like Jorani, I also had outside help, except instead of Kukku, I had the Demon formerly known as Vivek Daatai.
Well, in my case, it was a matter of separating the dream from reality, ye know? With a wistful look in his eye, Jorani curls his arms around Auries head and hugs the happy kitten, subconsciously seeking comfort as he reflects on his time spent Dreaming. He misses it, that much is clear, and I completely understand, because he looks the way I feel when I think about my happy mountain village life. The Dream wasnt perfect, but it felt so real that even now, after weeks of knowin the truth, I keep fergettin I spent less than two weeks in the monastery proper and most of my memories come from a fake dreamworld.
Mhm. I know how that feels. Or do I? Thinking back on the Dreams conjured up by Demon Vivek, I dont think I ever truly believed they were real, not for more than a few seconds. I desperately wanted them to be real, did my best to lose myself in the illusions, but even though I experienced snippets from thousands upon thousands of lives, I knew them all for what they were: a fantasy. It was like watching a television show of what my life couldve been like, one which changed based on my whims. The only real things to come from the experience were the lessons I learned along the way, to stop hiding behind my anger and worrying about things I cant control, though to be fair, the latter didnt really stick.
Oh, and also I couldnt suppress my feelings for all my lovely, but too-young betrotheds anymore. Im still not too proud of that, but my true mental age is a secret Ill bring with me to the grave. Luckily, having been a man-child in my previous life, all I have to do is be myself and no one will ever suspect me of being more mature than my age would suggest, at least not anymore now that Im twenty.
Anyways, Jorani drawls, his smile a match for Auries contented grin, I didnt really Form my Natal Palace intentionally, not really, but after demanding a face to face meetin with the Old Healer, I had some time alone in the void. I didnt like starin off into nothingness, so I pictured meself back in me room at the monastery, and just like that, I was there. Frowning in annoyance, he adds, Wasnt the best location fer a Natal Palace, I see that now, but I aint about to start over from nothin.
...Why wasnt it the best choice? I dont get it. You dont feel safe there?
Dont get me wrong, the monastery was nice and all, and I liked me cozy little room, but it aint exactly spacious and its a pain in me ass resizing everything so I gots room to practice.
...So why dont you tack on another room?
Both Jorani and the Abbot shoot me the same look, their expressions flickering through surprise, disbelief, and acceptance in the blink of an eye. It aint so easy fer us untalented folk. Chuckling beneath his breath, Jorani smiles and shakes his head with a weird mixture of pride and resignation.
Right. I keep forgetting Natal Palaces take time to grow. Mine started off as my room in the village, and it was months before I expanded it to the entire manor courtyard, albeit with multiple customized rooms to keep Baledagh entertained. It wasnt long before I had the entire village packed in there with Baledaghs room overlooking it all, but back then, I didnt really use my Natal Palace for much besides sightseeing and chatting with my split personality slash Natal Soul. Then I razed it all to the ground and built up my new, mishmash Natal Palace, complete with Keystones which I might never be able to use again. That reminds me... If youre willing to gamble on your future progress, I might have something you could try. Dastan, Sahb, and a few others added one or two more milestones to the Martial Path, but while it appears to be working for Dastan and Sahb, the others havent had as much success and were not entirely sure of its long term feasibility.
Brow furrowed in thought, Joranis lips move but no sounds emerge, or at least none that reaches my ears. Gesturing for Jorani to leave, the Abbot scowls in disapproval while I hang my head in shame, though Im not entirely sure what I did to deserve this. The stalemate lasts until Jorani disappears into camp, at which point the Abbot sighs and sits down beside me. You must tread carefully, Junior Brother. Interfering with an unfixed Martial Path often ends in disaster, and asking Brother Jorani to gamble upon his future irresponsible at best. Though his stern disapproval is hard to bear, his curiosity soon gets the better of him as he asks, What are these extra milestones you speak of?
You remember Baledagh, my split-personality, right? Well... Explaining Natal Souls and One with the Self doesnt take long, but the Abbots expression goes from curious to amazed by the time Im done. So engrossed in his thoughts, he remains silent for long minutes after Im finished talking, and I pass the time by putting on a glove so I can pat Aurie without turning my hand into a sieve. Within minutes, my sweet kitten falls fast asleep, his torso melting against Ping Ping while his chin rests atop my knees. Adorable as it is, I barely have time to coo before a resounding thud sounds out beside me, the source of which turns out to be Ping Pings head crashing into the dirt. Eyes fastened shut and beak half-open, the big girl draws a long, audible breath before releasing it with a lengthy, protracted, high-pitched squeak.
So. Cute.
I dont think Ive ever seen her this relaxed, and Ive never seen her fall asleep before burrowing into the dirt first. Unsure if something is wrong, I survey the surroundings but find nothing amiss, with plenty of soldiers and Sentinels going about their business less than five metres away, and many even smiling at the sleeping Ping Ping as they pass by. Nestled in my lap next to Auries fat head, Mama Buns nose twitches a mile a minute despite also being fast asleep, her paws working and lips smacking as she devours an imaginary meal in genuine delight, which prompts me to take another look around except this time, I focus on the animals instead.
There are a few bulls and horses still ambling around, but every quin in sight is fast asleep and, judging by their wiggling butts and smiling expressions, dreaming sweet, blissful dreams. The answer finally becomes apparent once I piece the clues together, and Im embarrassed to admit I didnt figure it out right away. Um, Abbot, I think Kukku is here, and he put all the animals to sleep. All the predators, at least. Should I be concerned?
What? Oh, nothing to be alarmed about, the animals will not be harmed by their dreams. Pausing in hesitation, the Abbot reluctantly adds, Well, they might be a little disgruntled in the morning, but in this monks experience, animals handle disappointment better than most humans. As for this Natal Soul business, it has its merits and bears similarities to the Brotherhoods Path, but this monk would like to speak with the others before you pass the method along to Brother Jorani, or anyone else for that matter.
Sure. Obviously the Abbot has never seen an animal temper tantrum compilation video. God I miss the internet. Wishing I had a video camera to capture Mama Buns reaction in the morning, I stroke her soft fur and smile in anticipation while simultaneously wondering if I should let Lin-Lin or Luo-Luo deal with the fallout instead. When Mama Bun gets angry, she gets real angry, and I dont think Id survive a direct headbutt or foot-thump. For the sake of my health, I ask, Is there anyway to wake her? As an afterthought, I add, Ping Ping too. I dont think itd be good for morale if the Divine Turtle destroys the fort walls in a fit of pique.
...True. Then this monk will do what he can to mollify the Divine Turtle. Reaching out with his bony hand, the Abbot gently pats Ping Pings leathery shoulder and the big girl comes to with a thunderous gasp. Blinking in confusion, she peers this way and that before turning to me with a forlorn expression, or at least thats how I read it. Settling down with an indignant huff, she lets loose with a small, mournful squeak while watching me closely with one eye, not entirely sure what happened and hoping I can fix it. If I were to guess, her dreams probably involved drinking copious amounts of my bathwater or something, just like Mama Bun is undoubtedly feasting within a field of Spiritual Herbs. Reminded of the danger, I hurriedly unload the gluttonous rabbit from my lap and shuffle away to hug Ping Pings head in safety before giving the Abbot the all clear, and my efforts prove worthwhile as the grouch bun immediately attacks him in a greed-induced rage. Having been warned in advance, the Abbot gently wards off her attacks by Deflecting her aside, much like how Pong Pong dealt with her the first time they met, but without the delectable scent of Spiritual Algae to fuel her fury, Mama Buns tantrum dies out with an emphatic double thump of her hind paws.
Welcoming the disgruntled bunbun back into my arms, I snuggle her close and giggle at her hangry antics while she takes out her frustration on a piece of dried fruit. Thanking the Abbot for his help, I glance around in hopes of finding Kukku, but alas, the giant rooster is nowhere to be found. Favouring me with a kindly smile, the Abbot simply points at Joranis yurt, but even then I see nothing out of the ordinary. Its just a round yurt like any other, with leather lined walls and a flimsy door made of lashed bamboo rods which sits slightly ajar. The Abbot offers no more help, but continues pointing at the door, so I take another look and try my best to spot Kukku, but again, theres nothing. I see the door, and the darkness within, but thats it.
Hang on... Why cant I see anything inside the yurt? While evening is upon us, the sun has yet to set, so I should be able to make out a table, chest, cot, or at the very least, the back wall instead of pitch black darkness. Peering closer into the nothingness, nothing changes for long seconds until, out of nowhere, my eyes focus and suddenly theres a giant chicken inside the yurt. With twin dark rings encircling his eyes and a crown of snowy-white feathers atop his head, Kukku is less Foghorn Leghorn and more furry emo-birb, complete with dark mascara and grungy, untamed haircut.
I love it.
Hiding the bulk of his body behind the door, his eyes widen in alarm as he realizes Ive seen through his Concealment and disappears so quickly it leaves me wondering if I imagined it all. Before I can even collect my thoughts, Kukkus floofy head pokes out once more to check if Im still there, his beady eyes zeroing in on me to study my reaction. Doing my best not to make eye contact, I do an impression of a blind man and pretend not to see him, studying his adorable expression without looking directly at him. The ruse works and Kukku bobs his head and coos in delight, which is just too hilarious not to laugh at and gives the game away. This time, instead of just hiding, Kukku even slams the door shut to keep me from charging in to attack him, no doubt shaking in fear despite being strong enough to kill me with a single peck.
A cowardly chicken. I love him already.
Congratulations, Junior Brother. Beaming from ear to ear, the Abbot heaves a sigh of relief before bowing his head in prayer. It seems your recovery is well underway.
...I dont understand.
You saw through Kukkus Concealment, an impossible feat without access to Chi. Throwing a wry glance back at the yurt, the Abbot explains, Kukku would not have lowered his Concealment, not voluntarily, and whats more, theres no doubt in this monks mind his first reaction to being uncovered would be to use his Talent and attack. Since Junior Brother broke free without assistance, that tells this monk that even though your Core is shattered and broken, you are still able to use Chi in a limited fashion, for how else are we to explain what just took place?
Having learned my lesson earlier today, I tamper my expectations and take the Abbots words with a grain of salt. Uh... Not to put a damper on the whole situation, but I didnt break free of anything.
The Abbots smile melts away into flustered confusion, and he stares at me for longs seconds before asking, What?
I didnt break free of any Dream. I dont think he attacked.
Impossible. If you were not attacked, why were you... Widening his eyes, the Abbot stares off into the distance and lets his head loll about, a poor imitation of my blind man stare.
I was pretending not to see Kukku so I could take a proper look, but hes so cute I couldnt help but laugh. Pouting as I glance back at Joranis door, I ask, Would I scare him too much if I barged inside?
Lucky Jorani, he gets to share his big yurt with the floofiest rooster in existence. I bet Kukkus feathers are even softer than Mama Buns fur, which means theres a new contender for Mafus title as most comfortable mount in existence.
Small steps, Junior Brother. Let us not rush your introduction with Kukku. Massaging his temples in chagrin, the Abbot sighs and said, Perhaps this monk is wrong this time as well. My heartfelt apologies for offering false hope the second time today, Junior Brother.
No, its fine. Youre trying to help and I had no right to scream at you like that. Shrugging, I add, The whole... seeing through Concealment bit still counts, though Im not sure for how much. I most definitely saw Kukku, but I didnt feel any Chi being used or anything mystical happening. Also, Ive been meaning to ask, what exactly did you think would happen after I drank the gourd of Water Chi?
...This monk hesitates to reveal everything to Junior Brother, for it touches upon matters which can easily be misinterpreted and lead to erroneous conclusions. Running a hand over his bald head, the Abbot slumps down and looks older than ever, but he still takes the time to clarify. Perhaps erroneous is too strong a word, but rather this monk should say flawed or improper. Fish and ducks both swim, but it would be unsuitable to ask a fish to teach a duck, or the inverse.
I feel like Ive had this argument before. While itd be impossible for me to swim the same way a fish or duck would, it wouldnt hurt to study them and take notes when learning to swim on my own. At worst, its wasted time, but knowledge in and of itself is no danger to anyone, the same way a knife is not inherently dangerous on its own.
And thus, this monks dilemma, reluctant to arm an untrained child with an unsheathed sword.
...Ouch.
In response to my hurt silence, the Abbot sighs and brushes his hands together, perhaps symbolically ridding himself of guilt and responsibility for what happens next. Think back on our discussion with the Army Healers earlier today. This monk made mention of providing Kukku with Heavenly Energy required to form his Spiritual Heart, and this matter is tangentially related. This monk had good reason to suspect your gourd contained Heavenly Energy in physical form, for there is no other explanation for why the Divine Turtle would covet it so. Were she so easily tempted by Water Chi, then the Divine Turtle wouldve long since run off with another soul, for Junior Brother was hardly the first Water-Blessed Martial Warrior to approach her. Sputtering his lips in abject defeat, he waves his hands and adds, But alas, this monk was mistaken and Junior Brother wasted one-third of his unreplenishable Water Chi which he desperately needs to Cleanse his Spectres. Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo, such pride, such sin.
Huh. Now that Ive heard his reasons, I dont actually blame him for being wrong, because there are no real holes in his logic. If it helps, I wouldve drank the entire gourd down even if you had explained it all beforehand. Youre right about the Water-Blessed thing, Ive tried feeding her water made from Chi, but she didnt really care for it. Tilting my head in thought, I ask, Why didnt it work though?
Because what Junior Brother calls Chi Tea is not Heavenly Energy in physical form.
Yea okay. Then what is it?
Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo. This monk hasnt the first clue.
Fair enough. Defeated and demoralized, we sit side by side in gloomy silence, unsure where to go from here, but after thinking over everything hes said, I ask, Why would it have worked?
...This monk does not understand.
What I mean is, if the water in the gourd had been Heavenly Energy in physical form, why did you think it wouldve fixed me?
It would not have, not in the way Junior Brother means. Pursing his lips and twitching his nose, the Abbot organizes his thoughts before he speaks. Human beings Demonstrate the Forms to forge our bodies into weapons, yet this alone is not enough. In order for this to work, Martial Warriors requires far more sustenance than an untrained commoner, somewhere between three to five times in fact, yet animals have no Forms to practice and a creature with a Spiritual Heart requires no more sustenance than a mundane version of the same creature of similar size.
Possibly true, but Ill have to take this one on faith. Mama Bun definitely eats more than her baby buns do, but if left with an infinite amount of delicious food, none of them would stop eating before they explode. I see. And?
So what fuels their prodigious strength?
...I dunno.
Rolling his eyes, the Abbot answers his own question. Heavenly Energy of course. When we meditate, we become vessels which draw in the Energy of the Heavens and convert it into Chi, which is then stored in the Core. This is common knowledge, yet few care to ask why this extra step is necessary.
Because were not equipped to handle Heavenly Energy, so we need to covert it into something practical. Faced with the Abbots disbelief, I shrug and add, I figured its like salt water and fresh water. Humans cant drink salt water, so we need to take steps to turn it into fresh water, a minute difference which spells the difference between life and death. Granted, it was mostly a guess, but so far, it seems apt.
Beaming with pride, the Abbot repeats my explanation word for word while nodding along to the tempo. A novel take on the matter, though this monk lacks the knowledge to say whether you are right or wrong. The truth is, no one knows for certain, but your theory is as sound as any. Regardless, getting back to the matter at hand, have you ever seen an animal settle down to meditate?
Cant they meditate in their sleep? Lin and Taduk certainly do, even though they both claim it only looks like theyre sleeping.
Nonsense. Meditation through Balance is an active pursuit, one which requires a firm mind with steady direction. Waving a hand to dismiss my claim, the Abbot continues, Thus, the facts are laid out before us. Animals have no need of meditation and have no increased requirements for sustenance, yet are still able to utilize Chi and fortify their physical forms to the point of developing a Spiritual Heart. How? Without giving me a chance to answer, he slaps his knee and exclaims, Because unlike humans, animals can draw Heavenly Energy from what they eat!
...Seems like a far stretch.
Falling silent to study my expression, the Abbot drops his voice to a whisper and explains, This monk considered his theories for long months before testing them, for he based them on the suspicion that there was more to Defiled cannibalism than meets the eye.
You know, I had a similar theory but never explored it because... well gross. Considering how they can create mass out of thin air, I figured Demons werent eating corpses for the protein. As the pieces fall into place, I glace at Joranis yurt and ask, Is that how you provided Heavenly Energy to Kukku? By feeding him Defiled corpses?
Not Kukku, but with another creature in an experiment which confirmed my suspicions, but ultimately proved to be a grievous mistake. Relieved by my lack of interest in taking up cannibalism, the Abbot heaves a sigh of relief and continues. Thus, this monk believed that if Junior brother drank all the Heavenly Energy contained within his gourds, it would have provided the requisite sustenance needed to reforge your body, and with luck, perhaps your Core as well.
I dont think it wouldve worked. Pretty sure thats what was in the tofu pudding.
After explaining my physical transformation following the Legates intervention, the Abbots expression could not look any more crestfallen. Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo. Perhaps Junior Brother is right and Heavenly Energy in physical form is not enough to fix your woes, but if so, then this monk will be hard pressed to offer an alternative solution.
Thats okay, well work on it together. Recovery will be a long and slow process, but Ive been understandably agitated and impatient for recovery even since I was sentenced to the front lines. While Ive still got a few theories left to try out before I get really, really desperate, so Id appreciate any help you can offer to keep me alive in the interim. Im not entirely thrilled about eating Defiled or trying to control the Demonization process, but that doesnt mean I cant study the process and glean what I can. Besides, if push comes to shove, its nice to know I have options available, though theres also a good chance both would fail spectacularly rather than bring me back to full strength, so Ill wait to try the Spiritual Rice, Beets, or whatever food Taduk grows from Pong Pongs poop.
And worst comes to worst? I might even have to take a page from the bunbuns playbook and... Oh Mother in Heaven, if youre really there, please dont let things get that far. I dont want to drink poop water...
With everything said and little to do besides sit and wait, I enlist the Abbots help shuffling back to my tent with Aurie, and Ping Ping in tow while Mama Bun hops away in a huff, indignant over not being carried. Seeing how bright and chipper Aurie is puts a smile on my face, as hes none the worse for wear after falling for Kukkus illusions, but Ping Pings mournful squeaks are so heartbreaking I almost want to give her a gourd of Water Chi to make up for it. Would she cheer up if I fed her Kukku? Better yet, maybe I should eat Kukku, deep fry me some Kentucky Fried Spiritual Chicken and heal what ails me, then give Ping Ping all the Water Chi her turtle heart desires...
...Ah, who am I kidding. I cant. That giant rooster is too damned cute.
Comments
Thenais
animals do not need to meditate -> taduk and lin are ancestral beast :p
wanderer117
I don't think humans suck at getting HE through eating, I think eating helps substitute for the inferiority of Chi to HE. TLDR: Chi is energy, HE is energy and mass so eating lots of extra food helps make up for the disadvantages of Chi vs HE. If we look at healing with Chi vs healing with HE, Chi uses the physical resources present in the body being healed. HE can heal a body without using the body's physical resources, eg Nian Zu was a desiccated husk with a body mass to low to fix the damage he had suffered but with a HE infusion he was not only returned to full health, he was healthier then he had been for years. Energy is mass, so theoretically since Chi is energy with enough Chi you should be able to mimic anything HE can do even though HE also has mass. But, and this is a big but, the amount of Chi that can be held in a natal palace is much smaller than the amount of HE that can be held in a natal palace. Rain’s core pre imperial conclave was at or below the size of a peak expert. Taduk, who is at least a peak expert (my money is on Ancestral Beast, but not all signs point that way), does not have enough chi in his core to heal someone without using their body's resources. We can therefore assume that Rain’s core could not hold enough Chi to heal someone without using body mass. Yet Rain held enough HE in his smaller core to create, on the order of, 10kg of mass. That implies that HE has orders of magnitude higher density then Chi. Supporting this we later see that as Rain gathers more and more HE in the wooden chalice in his natal palace the chalice never grows in size or overflows even though it is implied that the size of things in the natal palace is correlated with the amount of Chi / HE they contain.
lol, I mean, if you met a giant chicken, wouldn't you wonder how it tastes?
Atlas Dwarf
It could be that when you kill and eat something you take in its claimed Heavenly Energy. However that Heavenly Energy is still 'tainted' with the essence/will, like the spectres, which makes it more like a greater version of Chi. That might explain why Elemental Spirits, such as Blobby, can help make Ancestral/Divine Beasts when they'd massively speed up the process of cleansing consumed Heavenly Energy. Also could explain why the monks are so deadset on killing and consuming meat as being harmful to oneself.
wanderer117
I'm not sure Kukku can affect Rain. Rain has been showing resistance up to immunity to many chi skills that affect the mind / emotions.
Kukku is the keyyyyyy! If Kukku forces people not to sleep, but into their natal palace and then has them put like an “overlay dream” of what they desire, then if Kukku can put Rain to sleep and they can channel heavenly energy into him like they would do for healing, he may be able to form his core by hand, because the problem is he cant get there on his own or affect his core while awake, but if he knows hes asleep and under kukkus influence, and it keeps him there, it could work. Or it could still kill em. Idk. My moneys on the chicken
wanderer117
I'm just spitballing here but the abbot talks as if there is only HE and Chi, but in the past Rain has hypothesized about other types of energy, including demonic energy. Blobby ate specters but left HE behind. Blobby also excretes HE into the world crating spiritual hearts out of rocks after sufficient exposure. Plants (and probably rain's pets) forming cores when exposed to Divine poop may also imply additional types / combinations of energy. At one point Mila mentioned that Blooby (or his equivalents, Rocky, Breazzy etc) are an essential ingredient for nurturing an Ancestral Beast. Chi = HE + Self energy Specters = Demonic Energy + HE Stuff + HE = Spiritual Hearts Blobby = Divine energy? = Specters - HE + ??? HE = Father Energy? + Mother Energy? Animal w/ spiritual heart + sufficient Chi Tea = Divine Animal? Animal w/ spiritual heart + Blobby + ??? = Ancestral Beast Divine Animal poop + Plants / Animals = Plants / Animals w/ cores This all feels very circular, but maybe with missing / mislabeled links in the circle. Spiritual Plant eaten by spiritual animals. Some spiritual animals form spiritual heart and store / use Chi+ or HE. Some spiritual animals become divine animals. divine animal poop fertilizes new spiritual plants.
wanderer117
Are we sure Rain isn't hearing the specters? "Then again, if she can get Heavenly Energy from what she eats, maybe I could feed her Kukku... Better yet, I could eat Kukku, batter him up and make some Kentucky Fried Spiritual Chicken." Why would Rain want to feed the newest contender for most comfortable mount in existence to Ping Ping? On the other hand the specters and or the Unifier would want him to alienate the brotherhood and remove one of the more powerful guardians around him. Those thought are also in separate paragraphs, a formating clue that has been used in the past to indicate thoughts coming in from the outside.
ThePolarParadox
So Im guessing the creature that antagonizes Kukku (Rashasa iirc) is the same one Abbot fed corpses to.
Atlas Dwarf
Huh thought Martial Warriors ate so much cause of how little Heavenly Energy their food contained, not that they sucked at getting Heavenly Energy through eating.
Tyrell Facey
Wow Rain is going to be extra Stronk when fixes his core because of that tofu
