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Chapter 424: Realm Displacement
🕑 Added 2025-07-02 20:03:01 +0000 UTC"Are you going to use flower magic in the fight?" asked another child hopefully.
"Maybe," I said with a smile. "You never know what might help."
"Ooh! Ooh!" The smallest boy jumped up and down. "You could make exploding flowers! Like fireworks but with petals!"
"Or flowers that sing really loud and hurt the bad god's ears!" suggested another.
"Or invisible flowers that trip people!"
"Or flowers that grow super big and eat things!"
Their creativity was both amusing and surprisingly insightful. Some of their ideas weren't that far off from actual cultivation techniques I'd encountered.
"Those are all really good ideas," I said seriously. "You all are pretty smart."
"Mama says I'm the smartest in my class," announced one girl proudly.
"Well, my teacher says I'm the best at flower songs in the whole school!" countered another.
"That's 'cause you practice all the time," said the first girl. "You even sing to flowers when you're supposed to be sleeping."
"Do not!"
"Do too! I heard you last week when I stayed over!"
I listened to their banter with growing amusement. It was exactly the kind of silly argument kids got into - competitive but not really mean-spirited.
"You know," I said thoughtfully, "you all have real talent for musical cultivation. Have any of you considered training to become Battle Cantors or Harmony Scholars when you're older?"
The question sparked another animated discussion about their future career aspirations.
The boy with the dirty knees wanted to be a Weather Weaver like his aunt, who could sing storms into submission.
The pigtailed girl dreamed of becoming a Beast Tamer, using lullabies to calm dangerous spirit animals.
The girl with braided flowers was torn between several options but was leaning toward Healing Minstrel because she liked helping people feel better.
"What about you?" the pigtailed girl asked suddenly, turning to me. "What did you want to be when you were little?"
The innocent question hit me harder than expected. The original Ke Yin had probably had dreams and aspirations before his death, but those memories were fading away. As for my own childhood back on Earth, cultivation classes hadn't been a reality.
"I wanted to help people," I said finally, which was true enough in a general sense. "I wanted to be strong enough to protect the people I cared about."
"Like a Battle Cantor!" exclaimed the smallest boy. “They protect cities and fight monsters!"
"Something like that," I agreed.
The afternoon continued in this pleasant manner, with the children gradually forgetting their initial shyness and treating me more like a friendly adult neighbor than a divine being. They taught me several more flower-singing techniques, showed me how to make grass grow in wiggly lines, and even convinced me to try a game that involved humming rocks into different shapes.
I was terrible at most of it, which somehow made them more enthusiastic about teaching me.
"You're getting better!" announced the girl with braided flowers after I managed to successfully change a pebble from round to sort-of-square. "Maybe you can make flower weapons for your fight!"
"Flower weapons?" I repeated, trying not to laugh.
"Yeah! Like thorny vines that glow!" explained the dirt-kneed boy. "Or petals that fly around and bonk the bad god in the face!"
"Or flowers that smell really yucky and make her go 'eww' and run away!" added another child, making an exaggerated disgusted face.
"Those sound like very effective strategies," I said solemnly. "I'll definitely think about using them."
The sun was beginning to sink lower in the sky when I finally decided it was time to head back. The children seemed disappointed to see me go, but they waved enthusiastically as I stood up from the bench.
"Don't lose!" called out the pigtailed girl.
"Remember the flower tricks!" shouted the dirt-kneed boy.
"And sing nice to them!" added the girl with braided flowers.
"Bye! Bye!" chorused the smaller children, jumping up and down.
I waved back, feeling lighter than I had in days.
Watching these kids play their musical games made me think about my unborn sibling. It would be nice to have moments like this - teaching basic cultivation principles disguised as fun games, watching them discover their abilities for the first time.
"Master," Azure's voice spoke up as I began walking back toward the sanctum, "that was... unexpectedly touching."
"Children have a way of putting things in perspective," I replied silently. "They remind you that not everything has to be about power and advancement."
"Indeed. Though I notice you avoided mentioning your actual combat preparations."
"Well, I couldn't exactly explain blue sun energy manipulation to a group of ten-year-olds," I pointed out. "Besides, their flower weapon ideas weren't entirely without merit."
Azure made an amused sound. "Are you seriously considering using flower-based techniques in your battle with Guo Xinyi?"
"You never know," I said with a grin. "The element of surprise can be worth more than raw power sometimes."
I was still smiling to myself as I made my way through the streets, taking a slightly different route back to the sanctum to see more of the city. The residential district gradually gave way to commercial areas, where the evening crowd was beginning to gather for dinner and socializing.
The constant background symphony of the realm had become so natural to me that I barely noticed it anymore: the gentle hum of preservation songs from food vendors, the rhythmic chanting of construction workers finishing their daily projects, the melodic conversations of people discussing their day.
Which is why it was so jarring when everything suddenly went out of sync.
The change was subtle at first - just a slight discord in the musical tapestry that surrounded everything. A food vendor's preservation song wavered off-key. A conversation nearby shifted to an unnatural rhythm. The gentle humming of spiritual energy that flowed through the city's harmony networks began to stutter.
Then the dissonance spread like ripples in a pond.
Every sound in my immediate vicinity began clashing with every other sound. The careful musical coordination that held this realm's society together started to unravel around me. Preservation songs turned into screeching noise. Conversations became discordant babble. Even the ambient spiritual energy began to writhe and twist, fighting against itself.
I stumbled slightly as the spiritual disruption hit my enhanced senses. It wasn't just auditory chaos; the very laws of harmony that governed this realm were being systematically dismantled in a perfect circle around my location.
"What in the world..." I started to say, then caught myself as the environment began to shift.
The street I'd been walking down started to fade like a painting being washed away by rain.
The buildings became translucent, their solid forms dissolving into wisps of musical energy that scattered on an unfelt wind.
The pavement beneath my feet transformed from stone to something that looked suspiciously like crystallized sound waves, all jagged edges and impossible geometries.
Within moments, I found myself standing in a completely different environment.
Gone were the familiar city streets and residential architecture.
Instead, I was surrounded by what could only be described as a concert hall designed by someone with a very twisted sense of aesthetics.
Massive formations jutted from the ground at irregular angles, each one humming with its own unique frequency. The sky had become a dome of swirling musical notation, with notes and staffs flowing in complex patterns.
"Divine one!" Mo Yuhang was awake and alarmed. "This technique... it's called Realm Displacement! Usually only a Fourth Scale cultivator can manipulate harmonic essence on this level! Whoever is doing this has turned the very laws of musical cultivation against us!"
I frowned as I took in our new surroundings, my earlier good mood evaporating rapidly.
This was suspiciously similar to a Domain manifestation; the kind of technique that high-level cultivators used to impose their own laws on local reality. But instead of elements or abstract concepts, this domain was built entirely from musical principles.
Every surface around us resonated with a different harmonic frequency. The formations weren't just decorative; they were massive tuning forks that could probably shatter bone if someone sang the right note. The flowing currents of visible music looked beautiful, but I had a feeling they were far more dangerous than they appeared.
This wasn't a random encounter.
Someone had deliberately targeted me and dragged me into their personal battlefield.
The sound of footsteps echoed across the bizarre landscape, each step producing a perfect musical note that harmonized with the domain's underlying structure. I turned toward the source, already suspecting what I would find.
Guo Xinyi.
She looked different than when I'd last seen her in the plaza five days ago. More confident, more integrated with her vessel. Where before there had been the subtle stiffness of someone still adjusting to a new body, now she moved with the fluid grace of someone completely comfortable in their own skin.
Liu Wenqing's body had always been impressive, peak Third Scale cultivation at only sixteen years old, with the kind of natural musical talent that appeared once in a generation. But now, with Guo Xinyi's consciousness fully integrated and comfortable, the combination was genuinely intimidating, radiating the unmistakable aura of Fourth Scale cultivation.
"Ke Yin," she smiled. "I hope you don't mind that I decided to start our battle a little early."
The casual tone made my vessel’s blood run cold. She was speaking like someone who had already won, like this was nothing more than a formality she needed to complete before moving on to more interesting challenges.
I felt Mo Yuhang's terror spike through our mental connection. He had expected to fight a Peak Third Scale cultivator, not someone one whose cultivation realm was one scale above his own.
I forced our expression to remain calm as I studied my opponent and our new surroundings.
So, Guo Xinyi wanted to change the rules of engagement, did she?
Fine by me.
After all, I had a few surprises of my own prepared.
Comments
Austin Gibbs
I like the kids ideas lol love that he went to a different dimension just to hear yo make plants more dangerous rather than the literal fist technique he has used since jumping street
GloinJr
Given the name "realm displacement" I'm inclined to think the area he is in is closer to a physical displacement rather than an illusion superimposed over the city. If it's the former, I can imagine Guo dropping the technique if she becomes desperate though, placing them back in the city to regain the advantage or make a tactical retreat
Rah
Yummmmm
Phoenixdrop
Okay the main problem is the potential collateral damage that might happen with this happening in the middle of the city and I have the sudden sinking feeling she just might use the fact that she knows Ke doesn’t want collateral damage to her advantage forcing him to protect the people of the realm
