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Chapter 486-487 quasi edited and memed
🕑 Added 2019-07-21 19:44:00 +0000 UTCYea you read that right. 2 chapters. It's really just one stupid long chapter, because I'm dumb and couldn't cut things short, but yea. It's about almost 7.5k words long, which means it's not just 2 chapters, but two long ass chapters -_-
It still counts as one for release tho, so here you go.
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Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
The steady beating of drums drew Jorani deeper into his meditative trance as he chanted the Sutras, a daily routine hed grown accustomed to after joining the Brotherhood. As an initiate, he had yet to learn the meaning behind the Sutras, but the history and significance of the chants fascinated him in a way he never thought an intellectual matter ever could, and he devoted many long afternoons to questioning Vyakhya until the old Healer grew tired of answering his questions, only to pick up where they left off at the next lesson. Passed down from time immemorial, the Sutras were oral scriptures adopted by the Brotherhood not only for their soothing and enlightening properties, but also for the teachings laid out within. Recorded in a language long dead, the foreign words concealed a vast array of knowledge regarding the Truth, knowledge which seeped into Joranis mind as he chanted the Sutras even though he didnt understand the words themselves. It was akin to finding Insight into the Forms, only this wisdom pertained to higher matters than combat and conflict.
For within the Sutras lurked the secret to Divinity itself.
At least, thats how Jorani felt, because he never felt more at peace with the world than when chanting the Sutras. Thats what they used them for, because while the Brotherhoods final goal was to escape Samsara, the cycle of death and rebirth, and ascend beyond this plane of existence, to do so, one must first understand the world and all the steps leading up to the Ascent. This was what was lacking from the Martial Path, too much focus on application, too much emphasis on benefit. To Form a Core, Jorani became One with the Void, or aware of nothing but awareness itself as Mister Rustram once put it. To bind his Spiritual Weapon, he became One with the Weapon. From his teachings with the Brotherhood, he learned the next recognized step was to become One with the World, but what most didnt know was that before becoming One with the World, one first had to become One with the Self.
How could the World accept someone who had yet to accept themselves? Between Experts and Peak Experts lay a vast chasm which few could surmount, and it was for this very reason. One with the Self was a vital and necessary step, one the Peak Experts of the Empire inadvertently and unknowingly took yet never understood. Even if this knowledge was made known to the entire world, it was still not an easy step to take, for becoming One with the Self was an effort of inner peace and self-reflection, of accepting ones nature and all which it entailed, a step made all the more difficult by the concept of Balance.
An Insight Jorani gleaned from his time chanting Sutras with the Brotherhood, a minor truth which made so much clearer to him. Balance was inherently flawed, because humans were not creatures of Balance, and in striving towards it, they rejected their base nature and their true selves. In fact, only a handful of living beings could claim to be Balanced in nature, but this was as the Mother intended it. To bind humanity to Balance would be contrary to free will, and the Mother loved her creations too much to restrict them so.
But, in her love, She consigned all living things to the cycle of death and rebirth, for without Balance, how were they to survive the Fathers machinations, much less free themselves from mortal constraints? A paradox, one which puzzled the Brotherhood and their predecessors for millennia, if not longer. All fascinating stuff which Jorani could spend hours mulling over, but this wasnt the time for idle intellectual musings. Meditation was a time for reflection, not only on lessons and Insights, but also on the self and how one might improve, so he set aside his questions for a later time and focused his thoughts.
This was a good life, here in the monastery. He liked it here. Peaceful and soothing, without the constant need to watch his back. It was the right choice to stay here, because not only had he gotten much stronger as a Martial Warrior, hed also found no need for said strength. There was nothing here to threaten his life, no Wraiths or assassins to watch out for, so he could stop looking over his shoulder and worrying about what would go wrong. This was a good life, an ideal one even, a life filled with purpose and serenity.
Still... Jorani was curious to know how he would fare against the Defiled now. While still a basic Martial Warrior without Aura or Natal Palace, hed gotten much stronger in the past... weeks? Months? How long had he been here? It was hard to say, sometimes it felt like years, at other times, mere weeks, but hed learned so much, it had to have at least been one year, or close to it. Did he win any of his spars yet? No...Yes, once against Sayan and he almost landed a clean hit on Anandi.
Hang on... When did he learn Eyebrows and Happys Dharma names? Those were only for Brothers whod joined the inner order, and Jorani still had yet to take his final vows. Putting a hand down his pants to double check, he sighed in relief when he discovered his groin smooth and without protrusion, exactly as things should be.
Wait what? No. No, no no. No no no no no no...
Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo. Though it sounded like the old Healer was nearby, there was no one around, for Jorani now sat alone in the Void. Looking this way and that, the directions soon blended together in his mind as if he were spinning in place, yet the Void never shifted or changed. Through the haze of dizziness and confusion, the old Healers soothing voice said, Calm your mind and still your thoughts, Brother Jorani. You are safe here, away from the ugly, unpleasant dangers of the world. This is your life, the life you desire, and you are content.
As Joranis mind spun about within his thoughts and he repeated the old Healers words, the Void gave way to darkness, and
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Thwap.
Thwap.
Thwap.
The sound of wood on flesh permeated the courtyard during morning penance, and Jorani was engrossed in his thoughts while beating himself over the shoulder with his flail. Though itd long since become a part of his daily routine, he wasnt comfortable taking Penance because it made no damn sense. While not so different from the daily beatings he endured as part of the bossmans training, at least he understood the reasoning behind it. To encourage the development of tougher muscles and stronger bones, they lightly injured themselves before meditation so the Energy of the Heavens could reinforce their bodies, and if your slap-mates went too far, then you could use it as a chance to practice Panacea. A reasonable explanation which he supposed made sense, but since he didnt really know enough to prove or disprove it, Jorani accepted the bossmans justification and endured the beatings with minimal complaints.
Not so with the Brotherhood. Not only did they meditate before the beatings, the premise of Penance was unclear to him, and Vyakhyas explanation unsatisfactory. Ordinarily, the old Healer said, when Jorani first asked, a memory so crisp and clear its as if he were re-living the moment, This monk would happily discuss the matter and respond to your doubts and apprehensions, but you are a special case and this is a delicate time in your training, so I hesitate to overburden you with the facts. If you do not wish to continue with Penance, then put it aside until such a time when you understand it better. To live is to suffer, but suffering must have meaning and serve a purpose, so better to abstain from Penance than to inflict needless misery and hardship upon yourself.
The memory faded and Jorani returned to beating himself with his wooden flail. If the old Healer told him to stop, then why was he still going through with this? Must be to fit in. There wasnt much else he could do now, and the self-inflicted beatings werent nearly as bad as what hed gotten in training, so he might well treat this as practice and continue with his Penance.
Wait just a damn second...
Why was he only figuring all this out now? Shouldnt he have thought it through before taking up the flail? He wasnt one to beat himself for no reason, especially if hed been given a good reason not to, so why was he even here?
It all makes perfect sense. There is nothing out of place. He loves it here in the monastery. This is his home. Why look for problems when there are none?
Yea, he made his choice to stay, to live the ascetic life, and Penance was part and parcel of the whole deal, a deal which he enjoyed more than he thought he would. Life was simple here, and in simplicity, he found peace, so what did it matter if he took a few bruises for it? Sure, he had a few regrets, but at the end of the day, he had to look out for himself, because no one else would. Cept Ral, of course. The big oaf would always have Joranis back, for all the good it did, and was no doubt pacing a rut in his yurt wondering when his friend was coming back. Chey would be glad to see Jorani gone though, she never liked him much, but she tolerated him for the love of Ral. Sorya and Anrhi would worry too, but he could rest easy knowing they were safe in the citadel with proper honest work to do, handmaidens to a real lady with no need to worry about lusty nobles or shady guards taking advantage of them. Nah, the only real risk was the bossman, but he was a decent enough sort whod do right by the girls if he laid hands on them. Thats the kind of man he was, and Jorani could rest easy knowing...
Knowing the bossman was crippled?
Shit. Jorani had to do something, had to get his message to the Abbot, but... but what happened? GangShu, Daxian, the Ascendants, the old Healer...
The old Healer. Vyakhya.
Snarling in rage, Jorani opened his eyes and discovered he wasnt in the courtyard beating himself with a flail, but sitting empty-handed alone in the Void. You fucker!, he howled, screaming into the emptiness. Let me out!
Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo. The old Healer sighed again and Jorani found himself back in the Void once more, though he had a sneaking suspicion hed been here all along. Perhaps a more active approach is necessary, the old Healer muttered, but it sounded like he was talking to himself. Less time with his thoughts, and more time spent with his Brothers, so he feels like he truly belongs. Yes, this might be the answer...
What are you doing? Jorani asked, unsure where to look or if anyone could even hear him. Whats happening here?
No answer came, and after a short, everlasting pause, the old Healers soothing voice sent his mind into a spiral, one far too familiar for Joranis liking. Calm your mind and still your thoughts, Brother Jorani.
As if hed heard it thousand times before, Joranis lips moved of their own accord. I am safe here, he declared, though he felt anything but, Away from the ugly, unpleasant dangers of the world. This is my life, the life I desire, and I am content.
The Void gave way to darkness and
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Clink.
Clink.
Clink.
Porcelain bowls clattered atop wooden trays as Jorani made his way through the crowd of Brothers to sit with the old Healer, Happy, Bones, and Eyebrows. When he first arrived, meals in the monastery were always a quiet, tranquil affair, but things changed as he grew more comfortable with his Brothers. Though no one ever spoke of their lives before joining the Brotherhood and they only rarely brought up matters regarding the outside world, there was still plenty to discuss over rice and steamed buns, and Jorani looked forward to hearing what others thought of the lessons hed learned and the Insights hed gleaned whilst deep in meditation. While explaining his recent discoveries, he filled everyones teacups in order of seniority, or at least as best he could tell. The monks didnt put much stock on seniority, or any at all, for they were all Brothers on the path to salvation, which was a fine sentiment and all, but it turned pouring tea into a guessing game.
Though he almost froze with indecision, none of his Brothers laughed at Joranis hesitation as they listened with rapt attention. Though it took an eternity to get through it all, he finished sharing his thoughts on Balance and how humans were ill-suited for it, the old Healer smiled and nodded a half-second before the others joined in, their food and drink untouched while nodding in sync.
A bit odd, but maybe they were being polite and waited for him to finish speaking before digging in...
Well done Brother Jorani, the old Healer said, smiling like a kindly old grandfather. He didnt pat Jorani on the cheek this time, nor had he in a long time, but his eyes were warm and doting. Truly well done. Few ever come to see this on their own, but your Insight has led you to the crux of the issue. Human nature runs contrary to true Balance, a fundamental flaw which is not so easily fixed. Straightening up in his seat, the old Healer started to gesture around them, but stopped midway and said, Youve seen how the Brotherhood cultivates and Ive told you what our end goals are, but now youve uncovered the reasoning behind our methods on your own. If basic human nature is at odds with Balance, then why not change human nature? Easier said than done, but now you know the reasoning behind the Brotherhoods ideals. There is still so much to learn, but to come so far on your own shows you are truly suited for our ways. A shame you are unaware -
The old Healer cut himself off short and tried to change the topic, but Joranis curiosity got the better of him. Unaware? Of what?
Hesitant to answer, the old frowned and mulled over his thoughts, so Jorani turned to Happy for help, but the rotund monk showed no reaction as he sat there with a vacant smile and stare. Bones and Eyebrows were the same, and when Jorani noticed their food and drink untouched, he looked around at the other monks and found them all lifelike, yet utterly motionless, but still the sound of chopsticks on porcelain continued to ring out around him.
This wasnt real.
Damn it. The dining hall and its inhabitants all faded out of view, leaving Jorani sitting in the Void across from the old Healer. It was strange seeing him rest his elbow on nothingness, leaning on a table which no longer existed. Chairs too, and the moment Jorani arrived at this realization, he fell out of his missing chair and plummeted down through the Void, the image of the sitting old Healer fast fading out of sight as the darkness engulfed him. Calm your mind Brother Jorani, the old Healer said, his tone soothing away his fear. Still your thoughts. You stand in the Void. Think it, believe it, and it shall be so.
Upon hearing this, Joranis descent came to a halt, but there was no sense of movement or frame of reference to anchor him, and he quickly began falling again. No, he just thought he was falling and thus, felt like he was falling. There was no air in the Void, no ground, no up or down, no left or right, only empty nothingness, so it took some time to get used to it, but he had time to spare. He wasnt sure how long it took, but as soon as he got used to his surroundings, he raised his head and shouted, Old Healer! Vyakhya! Show yerself ye shit-sucking traitor!
Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo. The old Healer, no, Vyakhyas voice sounded, but again, his presence was nowhere to be found. Such anger, but justified, given your ignorance to the Truth. You believe I work against you, yes? In a way, I do, but only because your actions threaten to undo all the work this old monk has done. Let us discuss this like civilized Brothers, without hurtful slander, hmm?
Even though Vyakhya was clearly working against Jorani, he still felt bad for hurting the old mans feelings, so he muttered a quiet apology and said, Fine, a discussion. Ye gonna show yer face, or ye just gonna talk at me like a ghost?
No answer came, and after a long pause, Jorani thought Vyakhya had left. Stranded in the void, he looked around and found nothing to see or do and almost immediately fell into a panic. Well, maybe not immediately, because much like directions, it was impossible to tell time without a frame of reference. No breaths to draw, no heartbeats to measure, not even a need to blink his eyes or rest his feet, the darkness stretched out in all directions and left Jorani stranded in this senseless world without a clue on how to proceed, until he remembered the old Healers words. Think it, believe it, and it shall be so. Though they were currently at odds, Vyakhyas advice had always been sound, so Jorani pictured himself safe in his room at the monastery and thats where he appeared. It was exactly as he remembered it, a grey, rectangular room with a wooden bed, nightstand, chair, desk, and wardrobe, all without ornamentation. Once that was out of the way, Jorani sat on the bed to gather his thoughts and think things through, and then he went over them again because Vyakhya still had yet to arrive.
He went over his plans thrice before the old Healer finally appeared, appearing at the door and looking around the room with a forlorn smile. For a moment, Jorani wished they could go back to the simple days where they were teacher and student, but things were too far gone now. Regardless of his reasons, the old Healer would have to explain his betrayal in full.
After a long silence, Vyakhya was first to speak. Brother Jorani, you asked this old monk to show his face, so here I stand before you, he said, his face less wrinkled than Jorani remembered, his back straighter and eye-brows thinner too. You learned this old monks Dharmic name thanks to his error, but this one hopes Brother Jorani will not share it.
Ye lied to me, Vyakhya. Even saying the words hurt, but Jorani drew strength from his anger. Ye made me think ye were on me side, but ye arent. Yer working against the Abbot, against the bossman. Why? Yer a monk, so arent ye supposed to be above worldly affairs?
With a world weary sigh, Vyakhya nodded in confirmation. Yes, this old monk lied and deceived you, but with good reason. As you said, we of the Brotherhood are pledged to abstain from worldly affairs, yet the Abbot declared Falling Rain a Brother of the inner order and raised him to the rank of first of Five Wisdoms. An untried child who had yet to even learn of the Brotherhoods existence, elevated to a position second only to the Abbot himself. A clear abuse of his authority, for he seeks to cast the Brotherhood into the muddied waters of the mundane world and make soldiers of those who came to him in search of salvation, so what else could this old monk do but oppose him?
Muddied waters? Yer calling war against the Defiled muddied waters? Snorting in derision, Jorani shook his head and scoffed, though he had to admit, the Abbots actions were unsavoury at best. Yer safe here in yer mountains and dont have to fight, but the rest of the Empire aint so lucky. The tigers comin down from its mountain, and there aint nowhere to run, so its kill or be killed against the Defiled.
Thats where youre wrong, Brother Jorani. Holding his hand up to forestall Joranis argument, Vyakhya said, I said before, youve touched upon the Truth, but youve no recollection of the event. I left it unsaid because I feared you were not ready for it, but perhaps now you are. You said humanity is unsuitable for Balance, and I agreed, but to add to this, allow me to say: Balance, as the Empire perceives it, is more suitable for Humanity than true Balance, but fundamentally flawed.
...Yer saying the world dont understand Balance?
In a way. The publicly accepted definition of Balance is... incomplete, one which skirts around the full truth for easier understanding. As difficult as it is to even reach this partial Balance, it at least allows practitioners to proceed along the Martial Path without altering their fundamental nature, but it is akin to collecting water with a sieve or catching wind in a net.
Whats this got to do with anything?
Do you still not see it? Cocking his head to one side, Vyakhya waited for Jorani to reach the answer on his own, but after a long silence, the Healer shook his head and said, The significance is it shows that Balance, as the Empire knows it, as you know it, is flawed, yet still it continues to propagate. Why? The Brotherhood knows better, so why do we not shout the truth for all to hear? Because the Imperial Clan wont allow it! It suits their purposes to keep their subjects weak, spreading their lies so they can remain wolves among sheep. They tell you to cast aside emotion and seek strength to fight the Defiled, and in doing so hobble humanity so they will never reach the true heights we are capable of. Put away your preconceived notions and think for yourself: which sounds closer to Balance? Casting aside all emotion, or learning how to embrace them, to take love and hate, joy and sorrow, courage and fear, and let them flow through you in perfect harmony?
Unable to reply because he didnt like where this was going, Jorani listened as Vyakhya continued. Remember what I said about the Mother and Father? They too could have once been mortals like you and I, yet they Ascended to godhood, but how? Another thing of note is though their schools of thought appear diametrically opposed, they are always spoken of in the same breath. Why? Think, Brother Jorani. You are a clever man, but you are blinded by half-truths and falsehoods. Study the facts, then you will see as the Brotherhood does, understand that Balance is a lie. True Balance is not emptiness or nothingness, it can only be achieved when both sides stand in perfect equilibrium.
And then the pieces fell together. Youre talking about turning Defiled...
Bah. Defiled. Vyakhya sneered, and his wrinkles and nose hairs melted away to reveal a younger man, a sturdy warrior filled with fire and vinegar. Another lie. Yes, surrender to base emotion has dire consequences, but poison and medicine differ only in dosage. There is no denying that humans are creatures of emotion, and properly utilized, they can be used to great effect. Surely youve seen Imperial Warriors overcome with righteous rage upon the battlefield or fearful cowards fleeing faster than they normally could, and these are but two examples of emotions bolstering strength. To see these irregularities and still believe in Imperial falsehoods is foolish to the extreme, and you of all people should know better.
Horror welled up from within Jorani, but even though he wanted to deny Vyakhyas every word, it all made too much sense. Yer saying I turned Defiled? Thats why the Brotherhoods so interested?
More than just turned, Vyakhya said, his younger eyes glowing with admiration and enthusiasm. You stepped past the point of no return, succumbed to base emotion, and then you stepped back! Few living can say the same, and most reside here in these mountains, for if the Brotherhoods secret was known to the world, then the Emperor would have no choice but to order our extermination.
All the monks were once Defiled? ...Hang on. If I turned Defiled and back again, then how come I dont remember it?
And therein lies the Brotherhoods interest. Grinning from ear to ear, the younger Vyakhya shrugged and said, We dont know how you accomplished such a feat or why you dont remember it, but we would like to learn more. It is a dangerous path we tread, and even with careful guidance and preparation, mistakes are still made. Waving a hand, he changed topics and continued, But now you understand, yes? The Empire, the Defiled, its all a meaningless game of power played by the Imperial Clan, with their own members supporting both sides. These are the muddied waters I speak of, because regardless of the outcome, lives will be lost and innocents will suffer, just so mortals can play at being gods, yet still the Abbot seeks to meddle in their affairs. Do not be like him, Brother Jorani, leave the mundane world behind, because even a thousand lifetimes would not be enough to fix it. Heaven knows, others have tried.
It was almost too much for Jorani to take in, so he did what he always did when presented with a difficult decision: he pushed it aside to deal with later. GangShu and the others; they dead?
Of course not. As if offended Jorani would even think it, Vyakhya gestured to either side, though there was nothing to be seen except darkness. Theyre safe and sound beside you in the physical world, hidden within a cavern and trapped within their minds. A skill from... an ally, of sorts.
His ally sure as hell wasnt a monk, he wouldve said a Brother. Filing this tidbit of useful information, Jorani prayed his hunch was right and visualized his Spiritual Rope wrapped tightly around the younger-looking Healer. To his delight, the Spiritual Weapon appeared out of thin air and bound Vyakhya tight, but it took an effort of will to keep the rope from fading out of existence, unlike the rest of the room Jorani created. Trying to appear calm, Vyakhya looked down at the bindings and raised an eyebrow in question. These cannot hold me you know. I could be gone with but a single thought, for we stand in the void.
Then do it. Crossing his arms, Jorani sat down on his bed and waited. I dont think ye can though.
And whys that?
Well fer one, yer a terrible liar. Blanching as if to prove the point, Vyakhya opened his mouth to deny his lie, but Jorani spoke right over him. Second, I get the feeling I have more power here then ye let on. Before, ye werent real, you and all the other brothers ye conjured up, yea? I daresay it takes effort to drum up them illusions, cause Ive seen wooden mannequins with more stage presence than yer little puppets. Ye never touched me either, which was weird since yer so fond of pattin me cheek, and since yer age keeps changing while we talk, I figure that means yer here in person this time, right? And here, well Im guessin its my Natal Palace.
Deflating with every sentence, Vyakhya aged before Joranis eyes until he became the old Healer once more. Though bound and helpless, his sad smile held a hint of pride as he stood in place, shaking his head in silent disbelief. This monk always admired your keen intellect, Brother Jorani, and my respect only grew with time. Its why I watched over you while you explored the mountains, and why I personally influenced your dreams so we could continue your lessons even in sleep, but this proved a double-edged sword. Your companions have been imprisoned this same way for months, yet you are the first to break free from the illusion, and not only once, but thrice in a mere eight weeks. While Jorani was still reeling over having been trapped for eight weeks, Vyakhya chuckled and said, When you demanded I show my face, I left you stranded in the void to come here in person, yet imagine my surprise when mere minutes later, I arrived to find youd Formed your Natal Palace. This monk almost didnt dare come meet you, but felt I owed you an explanation and hoped you would not understand the power you wielded. Ai, such guilt, such hubris, but such is life. Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo.
Coming to his feet, Jorani helped the old Healer to the chair, because even though hed made a mess of things, Jorani didnt hate him, though he still bound Vyakhya to the chair just to be safe. I cant say I agree with what ye did, but I cant say I disagree with most of what ye said. Still, even if yer right and the Abbot means to lead the Brotherhood to war, it aint yer place to make decisions fer others, especially not me. Yer Brothers can pick and choose if they wanna fight fer themselves, and as fer me, Much as I enjoyed me time here and am grateful fer all yer teachings, I was never gonna stay. I still owe the bossman a couple years of service, and I promised me best friend Id raise a toast at his wedding. Shrugging, he added, Besides, you got the bossman all wrong. Hes much smarter than I am, and I probably have him to thank fer not being Defiled, or whatever. Anywho, ye sit tight now while I take care of business. Ill come back once I figure out what to do with ye.
It took a few tries and a little advice from the old Healer, but soon Jorani opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cot in a spacious cavern, lit sparsely by rays of light streaming in from the curved entrance. Keeping the bindings in mind, he glanced over at Vyakhyas unconscious body lying on a second cot beside him, while GangShu, Daxian, Wugang, and Yelu Shi all lay comatose on the ground. Even after all he did, the old Healer kept to his vows and couldnt bear to kill anyone, and probably even came here every day to feed them to boot, though Jorani was feeling a mite peckish and mighty thirsty. Aside from looking a little gaunt and in desperate need of a bath, the Ascendants were all otherwise unharmed, but he didnt know how to wake them so he left them be. Seeing the slack, contented faces on his sire and half-brother, he kicked their feet out of his way and grumbled, Shoddy bastards, gettin done in by a dream.
Light-headed and mouth dry, he stumbled towards the caverns entrance and found a steep, overgrown path leading up. Unused, which meant the old Healer probably Cloud-Stepped his way over, and without supplies and someone watching over him in secret, Jorani didnt feel too confident about making his way back to the monastery, but he didnt have many other options, so he grit his teeth and powered forward.
Bwak-Bwak Bwa-Kwak!!
The moment Jorani set foot on the path, a raucous shriek made his heart leap out of his chest, and he fell back as the way forward was barred by feathers and fury. Wings spread and head raised, a behemoth stood before him and glared in challenge, its head bobbing and spear-like beak snapping while clucking a warning. Much like the Guardian Turtle, this silkie rooster was a peak existence amongst its kind, a shaggy, fluffy monstrosity at least ten times larger than the average chicken and almost the same height as Jorani.
Damn... if he could find a similarly sized melon, then he could make one delicious pot of soup...
After long seconds spent wavering between gluttony and terror, Jorani realized the giant rooster wasnt going to attack, so he quashed his urge to slaughter it for a meal or twelve. Easy there big guy, he said, using the same voice he used whenever Ral was in a funk. Aint no one gonna hurt ye here. Cautiously pushing himself back to his feet, he kept his hands in plain sight and didnt dare look away as the rooster warily watched his every move. After backing away to make a little distance between them, Jorani pointed at the overgrown path. Look, I just wanna get out, okay? So why do we both step aside and -
Bwa-Kwakkkkk!
Seated atop his jade throne, Jorani sipped his plum wine and watched his courtesans dance in their flimsy, feathered dresses. Magnificent as the sight was, he was confused about how he got here, though all the jiggling flesh and gyrating hips made it difficult to think. Hang on a second, he said, fending off the lovely ladies grasping hands while he tried to make heads or tails of the situation. So many pretty heads and alluring tails... Hold on, I Woah there now! Okay, yea, there goes me pants. This is nice and all but if ye could just... The more he protested, the more insistent his courtesans became, their eyes burning with hunger as they assailed him from all sides, pulling and pressing from all directions until he couldnt tell up from down or left from right.
Which oddly enough, was a familiar sensation, so familiar it brought him back to his senses. With a simple thought, the scantily-clad courtesans disappeared and Jorani was back in his room at the monastery, with Vyakhya shaking his head in mild disapproval while still bound to the chair. Indulging in pleasures of the flesh, Brother Jorani? Such desire, such sin.
It wasnt me, he grumbled, indignant at the accusation despite not being a true monk. There was this giant rooster...
Yes, the ally I spoke of. Nodding sagely, Vyakhya said, A formidable creature, but still a beast nonetheless. Another of the Abbots frivolous failed projects, though it wouldve been much more difficult to quietly deal with an Ancestral Beast without its help. Shrugging, he added, A territorial creature, I only needed to direct your companions towards its nest and follow behind to collect their comatose bodies. A most fascinating Chi skill, wouldnt you say? Projecting lifelike illusions directly into anothers mind, the possible applications are near endless. With it, we could show others what a true utopia life would be like, or craft an environment tailor-made for seeking salvation with no worldly desires to distract from Cultivation, but alas, we have yet to wholly understand or even replicate the skill. The most this monk can do is influence the dreamer to recreate the illusion, and even this was not my discovery, but anothers, a kindred spirit kind enough to share his findings.
Mildly disturbed over being thrown into an erotic fantasy by a giant rooster, Jorani interrupted Vyakhyas explanation and asked, How do I get past it and back to the monastery?
The old Healer shrugged again. You cannot. The only footpath out of this cavern leads right past the roosters nest. Its why I chose it, so a wayward Brother wouldnt accidentally stumble across you and your comrades. The only way out is to Cloud-Step away from the nest. Despite its power, it is still a rooster which believes it cannot fly.
Damn it. Despite breaking free from the mind-prison, Jorani was still stuck in the cavern unless he could wake one of the others. Willing himself back to reality, he found the rooster still standing guard over the path while he lay comatose on the cliff-side, but aside from hopping in place and uttering a stream of angry clucks, it seemed content to watch him scurry back into the cave. Once there, he set to slapping the sleeping Ascendants one by one, with more delight than he would dare admit, but even after leaving hand-prints on all their faces, not a single one of them stirred. Annoyed by their lacking self-restraint, he tried a few more inventive ways of waking them up, but he stopped short of stomping on their giblets because he still enjoyed breathing. With no other choice, he returned to his Natal Palace and asked, How do I wake the others?
Again, you cannot. A third shrug, but Jorani detected a hint of satisfaction in the old Healers eyes, as if everything were going according to plan despite his current predicament. Youve made great progress in your time here, it was all largely intellectual and theoretical progress, so youre still a ways away from External Chi, and even then youll need considerable practice before you can wake someone from their illusion without harming them. The mind is a delicate thing after all, but I fear you and your companions would starve to death before you reach the required level of skill.
Luckily, slapping didnt wake any of them, but if Vyakhya expected Jorani to free him because he had no other choice, then he was in for a
The Spiritual Rope fell to the floor and the old Healer disappeared from Joranis Natal Palace. Blinking in surprise, he willed himself out of his Natal Palace to find Vyakhya standing over him with palms pressed together in prayer. Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo. A stray thought is all thats needed to affect the world within oneself, so forgive this monk for leading you astray. Seeing Joranis raise his fists, the old Healer shook his head. There is no need to defend yourself, for this monk means you and your companions no harm.
True, but ye still took us prisoner and kept us here against our will. If ye still mean to do so, then yer gonna have a fight on yer hands. A short one, which would end in Joranis overwhelming defeat, but he had to try.
An argument could be made otherwise. Though Jorani scoffed at the claim, Vyakhya didnt bat an eye and explained, You yourself are the best example. The illusions are not crafted by the rooster, but rather your mind is compelled to create the illusions based on your own deepest desires, which is why they are so convincing. Much like a pleasant dream, you overlook the erroneous details because you want to believe. You yourself broke free largely in part to my tampering, but the peaceful, quiet life you so enjoyed these past two months couldnt have been possible if you didnt truly desire it. Yes, this monk overstepped in forcing your hand, but you wanted this life for yourself, else you would have broken free much earlier. You are a man of honour, but honour is merely a construct of human emotion, emotion which ties you to this transient existence. This monk will say again, cleanse yourself of the red dust of the mortal world and move beyond the insignificant and impermanent, Brother Jorani.
Ye tell me to leave everything behind, Jorani said, hands still raised and ready to fight, But Im a soldier. How can I abandon my duty and leave innocent civilians to be slaughtered by the Defiled? Is that not contrary to the Eight-Fold Path? The second Path tells us to live with the Right Intentions, which means to live an ascetics life devoid of cruelty. Even if ye dont fight, the Brotherhood could save countless lives helping the citizens of the Empire escape the fighting, so is it not cruel to abandon the helpless to their fate when you could otherwise save them?
Oh but I am saving them. Vyakhyas wrinkled smile was as warm and friendly as ever, but his tone chilled Jorani to the core. Life itself is fleeting, but the Defiled will bring peace and permanence to them all. Chuckling, he corrected himself and said, Better to say the one who guides them will do so. This great man has developed the answer to our prayers and will deliver what the Brotherhood has strove for since our inception. Using Anathema, Zhen Shi will break the cycle of reincarnation itself and consign all life, Defiled and Imperial alike, to nihility. In doing so, he will free their eternal souls from this state of perpetual suffering, for this death will be the last. Without rebirth, there can be no more death, no more trials and tribulations, which makes this a mercy, you see? Whats more, the Brotherhood will be left free to focus on our Path, without distractions from worldly affairs, because none will exist!
Well...
Fuck.
Yer insane.
Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo. Sadly, this monk must agree. Appearing between Jorani and the old Healer was an even older monk in tattered grey robes, his head and face devoid of hair and wrinkled skin mottled with age spots. Pressing his palms together, he bowed in prayer and said, Such delusion, such sin, it pains this monk to see how far you, one of the five Wisdoms and named for Clarity of Thought, have fallen. Zhen Shi is a murderous fiend bent on destruction, so how can his word be trusted?
Who are you to speak of trust or murder? Face twisted in ugly rage, Vyakhyas spittle flew as he rebuked the stranger. Did you truly close yourself in the wastelands to meditate in seclusion, or have you been hiding this entire time to see what I would reveal?
Such doubt, such suspicion. Do not gauge the heart of a gentleman by ones own mean measure. Shaking his head, the stranger nodded at the cavern entrance, where Jorani found the rooster glaring at him with vehemence. This monk sensed Kukkus apprehension and hurried over to save him. Short of Rakshasa coming out of hibernation, this monk believed nothing else could have alarmed him so, but thankfully it was not so. However, this monk also overheard your conversation with this young man here, and it grieves me to know of your betrayal. Turn back Brother, for there is no soul too far gone for redemption.
Hmph. I have no need to turn back, for my Path is True. Drawing himself up to full height, Vyakhya patted himself on the chest and spread his arms wide, as if daring the stranger to attack. Come then. Show your true colours and end my life. Is that not what the Abbot does to dissenters? Pei. You are a disgrace to the Brotherhood and the Precepts we uphold.
Sighing in regret, the Abbot shook his head. How many times must this monk tell you? None of our Brothers have died by my hands. If you seek our wayward Brothers, then you will find them at Zhen Shis side, provided they still live. Taken aback by the Abbots words, Vyakhya wavered in place but soon recovered. Shooting Jorani a look of disappointment, he disappeared from sight, probably off to find Zhen Shi and join the Defiled. Eh-Mi-Tuo-Fuo, the Abbot sighed, his voice filled with grief and regret. Another sheep lost to the wolves, but such is life, trials and tribulations without end. After a long pause, he turned to Jorani and said, If Sir would be so kind as to explain, why did this monks Brother take you and your... companions hostage?
With the danger passed and tension resolved, the strength flooded out from Joranis legs and he collapsed on the cot, trembling from head to toe as his body worked off the nervous energy. Well, he said, wishing he had a drink to calm his nerves, Its a long story, but here goes.
When Jorani finally finished the telling, he laid back in his cot and left the Abbot to do his thing, whether it be waking the others or tossing everyone off the cliff and washing his hands of this mess. Either way, Jorani was too tired, hungry, and thirsty to care, so he closed his eyes and prayed his dream harem was still waiting where he left them. If Vyakhya had been telling the truth about the time frame, then there was plenty of time to make it to Ral and Cheys wedding, which Jorani was thankful for. He still didnt have a date to the festivities, but oddly enough, he didnt mind it so much. All he wanted to do was see his friend exchange vows with his wife, then maybe give a toast starting with an indecent joke.
Maybe something about eunuchs and giant roosters...
Comments
Eldar Kersebaum
chapter meme is unavailable
Arnon Parenti
Also shares Rain's naming skills
Rene Christensen
Well he would say anything to lead others astray and into the arms of the spirits.
ThePolarParadox
Lets see Genbu (Pong), Suzaku (Kukku), and Byakku (Aurie). Imps probably know bout Seiryuu. Interesting how he's the AZURE Dragon.
ThePolarParadox
Also, Rain the person to save everyone when Divine Pong attacked. This time Jor the person to save everyone when Divine Kukki attacked. Rain would be proud. ☺️
ThePolarParadox
Yup. Called it. Divine Rooster. Jor gonna bring home another monk (Abbott) and a chicken.
Arnon Parenti
Kukku vs PongPong, illusions vs unbridled emotions, this will be an epic world shattering event, though both seem to be pacifists
Arnon Parenti
Twists and turns, trials and tribulations, Vyakhya will be a superb demon when Zhen Shi is done with him.
Patrick Lin
This is the quality content we have waited for. The plot thickens!
Rat daddy and rooster did come into conflict. Rooster is the one who put him to sleep
Tyrell Facey
Holy shit the 4 sacred beasts! Now we're see some kinda Ancestral Cat and a lizard and/or Snake next
Interesting that Rat Daddy And ancestral Roster didn’t come to conflict. This by the way is been something I’ve been wondering about. All the ancestral beasts we have that have converted have been mammals, which I believe was mentioned, and why a turtle would be interesting. I’ve been wondering about birds and other forms of life. There are some very smart ravens and parrots. A gag ancestral sponge would be funny.
Andrew
Thank you!
CentaureHeart
Ah interesting, so Dastan and BoShui are on the right track with their One with the Self, even maybe even further than a lot of other experts. To be fair Zhen Shi is really convincing up until the point where he wants to kill everyone. But the talking about True Balance is not so wrong in my opinion. Thanks a lot !! Also, Go Jorani !!
lol
Emmanuel Martinez
I fuckin knew it was an ancestral chicken! The Goddamn Abbot is a fluff lover too with ancestral beasts to booth! Wait... is that Rain from the future? His harem probably went too crazy and decided to leave everything behind to become a monk, then he travelled back to the past to collect more pets.
Mmmmm very solid chapters. Interested to see what becomes of jorani and the healer if they meet up later
