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Chapter 384: What Makes Us Human
🕑 Added 2025-06-04 20:03:01 +0000 UTCAs we made our way down from the viewing stands and through the winding pathways of the sect, I found myself appreciating the simple pleasure of walking with my family. The tournament arena grew smaller behind us, and the immediate intensity of competition faded into something I could deal with tomorrow.
The guest section of the Outer Sect was a collection of well-maintained buildings designed to accommodate visiting families and dignitaries. The architecture was simpler than the Core Disciple areas but still showed the sect's attention to detail: clean lines, harmonious proportions, and subtle formation work that maintained comfortable temperatures and lighting.
The Jade Cup occupied the ground floor of one of the larger buildings, its entrance marked by a pair of jade-green lanterns that cast a warm, inviting light. Through the windows, we could see other families gathered around wooden tables, the atmosphere relaxed and friendly rather than the formal hierarchy that dominated most sect spaces.
Inside, the tavern was everything Liu Chen had promised. The main room was spacious but not cavernous, with round tables that encouraged conversation and walls decorated with landscape paintings that seemed to shift subtly when you weren't looking directly at them, probably minor illusion formations designed to create a peaceful atmosphere.
A middle-aged woman approached us as we entered, her smile genuine and welcoming. "Good evening! Celebrating anything special today?"
"My son advanced to the next stage of the tournament," my father replied, the pride in his voice unmistakable.
"Wonderful! Let me find you a nice table."
She led us to a corner spot that offered both privacy and a good view of the room. The table was solid wood polished to a warm glow, with cushioned chairs that were clearly designed for comfort rather than status display.
"What can I bring you?" she asked as we settled in.
My father looked at me expectantly. "What would you recommend for a young man's first proper drink?"
The server's expression brightened. "Ah, a milestone! We have a lovely rice wine that's not too strong but has excellent flavor. Or if you prefer something with spiritual essence, there's a mild fruit wine that's popular with the younger cultivators."
"The fruit wine sounds perfect," I said, while my mother ordered tea and Liu Chen requested a sweet drink that was apparently popular with the junior disciples.
As we waited for our orders, I looked around the tavern with interest. The other patrons were a mix of outer sect disciples, visiting family members, and sect servants who'd finished their daily duties. The conversations were animated but not loud, creating a pleasant background hum.
"This is nice," my mother said, settling back in her chair. "Much more comfortable than some of the formal areas we've seen."
"The sect understands that families need places to just be together," Liu Chen explained. "Not everything has to be about hierarchy and cultivation advancement."
Just as our drinks arrived, Liu Chen stood up with an apologetic smile. "I should probably get going," he said, bowing slightly to my parents. "I need to check on Rocky's training schedule for tomorrow, Elder Song wants us to practice some new compression techniques."
I suspected he was just being tactful and giving us family time, which I appreciated. "Thank you for everything today, Liu Chen. For taking care of my parents, for explaining things during the tournament..."
"It was my pleasure, Brother Ke. Uncle Hong, Aunt Lixue, enjoy your evening." He gave us another small bow before making his way toward the tavern entrance.
Once he was gone, my father raised his cup of fruit wine, he'd decided to join me in the milestone moment.
The server had assured us that the fruit wine contained only trace amounts of spiritual essence, just enough to provide a gentle replenishing feeling without any risk to a mortal's system. The only danger would be if he drank too much, but my father had always been a man of moderation.
"To my son," he said solemnly, his voice thick with emotion as he looked directly into my eyes, "who has grown into a man I'm proud to call family. Not just because of your cultivation or your achievements, but because through all your growth, you've remained the kind-hearted boy we raised."
We clinked our cups together with a soft ceramic chime that seemed to echo with significance.
The rice wine was actually quite good, with a clean flavor that went down smoothly. I made sure to show appropriate appreciation, taking measured sips and nodding approvingly as my father watched with paternal satisfaction. His fruit wine seemed to agree with him, I could see a subtle flush of warmth in his cheeks and a more relaxed set to his shoulders.
"What do you think?" he asked, and I could hear the hope in his voice that this simple tradition would bridge the gap between his mortal world and my cultivation path.
"It's excellent," I replied honestly, raising my cup again. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Father. For sharing this moment."
In that moment, watching my father's face light up with pride as he shared his first taste of the cultivation world, I realized that no amount of power or advancement could compare to this simple joy of making the people you love proud of who you've become.
"So," my father said, breaking the silence, "tell us about the next round. What should we expect?"
I took another sip of the wine while I considered how to answer. The truth was, I didn't know exactly what to expect either. Single elimination tournaments were straightforward in concept but unpredictable in execution.
"Well, it's going to be very different from what you just witnessed," I began. "The Fallen Realm was about survival and teamwork. The individual battles will be about pure combat ability, but they'll take place in controlled environments with proper supervision."
"Controlled how?" my mother asked, her hand unconsciously moving to rest over her growing belly.
"Each match will be held in a randomly selected inner world," I explained. "These are pocket dimensions with different terrains and conditions to test adaptability. But unlike the Fallen Realm, there will be elders monitoring every fight, ready to intervene if someone's life is genuinely threatened."
My father raised an eyebrow. "That's reassuring, but you're still going to be fighting other cultivators who want to win just as badly as you do."
"True," I admitted. "But there's a difference between fighting for your life and fighting for advancement. In the tournament, my opponents will be trying to defeat me, not murder me. There's no benefit to killing your opponent, and every reason to avoid it."
"What do you mean?" my mother asked, though her expression suggested she wasn't entirely convinced.
"These are all outer sect disciples who want to advance within the Azure Peak Sect," I explained, leaning forward slightly. "Deliberately killing a fellow disciple during a sanctioned tournament wouldn't just get you disqualified, it would probably get you expelled or worse. The sect invests resources in training us, and they don't appreciate that investment being wasted."
"And accidentally?" my father pressed, because of course he would think of that angle.
"Accidents can happen in any combat situation," I said honestly. "But the tournament has multiple safety measures in place. There are Life Realm elders monitoring every fight, cultivators so powerful that they could stop any technique we’re capable of using before it could cause permanent damage. Plus, the sect has access to healing resources that can treat injuries that would be fatal anywhere else."
I paused, trying to find the right words to reassure them without downplaying the real risks. "Look, I won't lie to you, cultivation is inherently dangerous. But a sanctioned tournament with proper supervision is actually one of the safer ways to test yourself against other cultivators. It's certainly safer than the kind of random encounters that happen in the outside world."
At the mention of the outside world, I watched my parents exchange a quick, worried glance. My mother's hand moved instinctively to rest over her growing belly, while my father's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. The fear was still there in their eyes, that helpless parental terror of watching their child walk into danger they couldn't protect him from.
But neither of them argued further. They seemed to understand, perhaps better than I'd given them credit for, that this was simply the reality of the cultivation world. Instead, my father reached for his cup again, and my mother managed a small, brave smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Our food arrived as I finished explaining the tournament structure, and for a while we focused on eating and lighter conversation. The dishes were well-prepared and flavorful, though I noticed my parents eating smaller portions than usual. Whether that was due to nerves or just the unfamiliar spiritual energy in the food, I couldn't tell.
"You know," my mother said during a lull in conversation, "when you were little, you used to tell us stories about traveling to different worlds and meeting magical creatures. We thought it was just childhood imagination."
I nearly choked on my wine. "What?"
"You were quite insistent about it," my father said with amusement. "You'd describe these elaborate adventures with talking animals and floating cities. Your mother and I worried you might be spending too much time alone."
"And now here you are," my mother continued, "actually traveling to different realms and fighting magical creatures. It's almost like you were preparing for this life before you even knew it existed."
If only they knew how accurate that observation was. I managed to keep my expression neutral, but internally I was reeling. Had the original Ke Yin somehow retained memories from a previous life? Or was this just one of those strange coincidences that seemed to crop up in cultivation stories?
"Maybe some people are just drawn to adventure," I said carefully. "Even when they don't understand why."
We talked for another hour about lighter topics: my father's new apprentice, my mother's progress with the pregnancy, plans for Three Rivers Village. The conversation was comfortable and familiar, the kind of easy family discussion that had been missing from my life for longer than I cared to calculate.
But underneath the warmth, I could sense the worry that my parents were trying to hide. Every so often, my mother would glance at me with an expression that was part pride, part fear. My father kept asking detailed questions about tournament safety measures, as if understanding the logistics would somehow make the dangers less real.
Finally, as we were finishing our meal, my mother set down her cup and looked directly at me.
"Yin," she said, her voice carrying that particular tone mothers used when they were about to say something important, "we want you to know how proud we are of what you've accomplished. When you first left for the sect, we hoped you'd find your place in the world. We never imagined you'd achieve something like this."
"But," my father added, and I knew there was always going to be a 'but,' "we also need you to understand something. We want your cultivation dreams to come true; we really do. But not at the cost of your life."
My mother nodded, her eyes beginning to glisten. "Nothing is worse for a parent than losing a child. Nothing. We don't need you to become the strongest cultivator in the world. We just need you to live long enough to visit us when we're old and gray."
"At least live longer than us," my father said quietly. "That's supposed to be the natural order of things. Parents aren't supposed to bury their children."
Here were two people who loved me unconditionally, who had watched me fight monsters and witnessed powers they could barely comprehend, and their greatest fear wasn't that I might fail to achieve greatness. Their greatest fear was that I might not come home.
"I understand," I said, and I meant it. "And I promise you; I'm not going to take unnecessary risks. I'm not fighting for glory or to prove anything to anyone. I'm fighting because this is the path that leads to the kind of power that can protect the people I care about."
I paused, choosing my words carefully. "The cultivation world is dangerous, and that danger doesn't go away just because you avoid competition. If anything, being stronger makes you safer in the long run. The tournament prize, access to the Elemental Chamber, would guarantee my breakthrough to the next realm. That's not just advancement, it's security."
"And if you don't win?" my mother asked.
"Then I continue cultivating at my own pace and find other opportunities for advancement," I replied. "I'm not putting all my hopes on a single competition. This is just one path among many."
My father studied my face for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "That's a mature approach. Just... remember that your mother and I love you for who you are, not what you might become. Don't lose sight of that in pursuit of power."
His words hit deeper than he probably intended.
I'd read countless stories where cultivators became so obsessed with reaching the peak that they sacrificed everything that made them human along the way: their relationships, their compassion, their very sense of self.
They'd achieve immortality only to discover they'd become something unrecognizable, alone at the summit of a mountain they'd built from the bones of everyone they'd once cared about.
What was the point of transcending mortality if you lost your soul in the process?
Power without purpose was just destruction with better marketing.
"I won't forget," I said, and meant it more than any promise I'd ever made. "After all, what good is living forever if you can't remember why you wanted to live in the first place?"
Comments
bioenthusiast
I like to think of it like a cut gemstone. Each facet it’s a different part of a soul in another world. Maybe Ke was this world’s version of Kane. When Ke died, Kane slipped in. Of course the story is whatever the author picks, but this is how I like to think of stories like this.
Joyeus
So the type of world walking that took him to the two suns world was something Ke Yin had as a kid? If it works the same then he probably possessed the body of own mc when he was sick but because our mc moved in he probably got stuck in our mc original world since mc took the world walking with him.
Albadia
I’ve really enjoyed the chapters with his parents. These ones and the earlier ones watching the beginning of the tournament. Really good, emotional development moments for Yin. Keep it up!
Daoist Forb
This theory would be cool ngl
Daoist Forb
Could he have been double reincarnated? Died as Ke Yin, lived once more but on Earth, and then returned to his original body with memories missing? Maybe was a split soul?
Sir Alex
Up!
Phantom knight who can’t think of a better nicknam
On the topic of world walking I would like to see him find a cultivation world that focuses on the physical body as well as martial arts not techniques but actual fighting styles meaning that even if they don’t fully carry over he cam practice it in his main world
chaitanya dabbiru
Thanks for the chapter
CAMUS MAXIME
I'm guessing thes chapters are also a buffer, so that the author has more time to better cook the most important chapters without foretting some things. I also like these chapters, as they make the MC more relatable.
Linkshadow
The comment about traveling is interesting it could mean that the original had world walking as well and it’s his inherent ability
Zeteri
That comment from his mother about visiting worlds is EXTREMELY interesting. I wonder if we'll interact with the original soul sometime. Sounds like there might be more to him in general
Aidan Coleman
I get why it’s important for the plot but I’m just not a huge fan of the chapters when he’s talking to his parents the entire time
Ekko
The line Hits different. Very nice.
Lou LAGATDU
That's interesting yeah. What makes our protagonist so inclined to try hard to improve fast while maybe being in danger of his life. When he have all the time in the world. Although he's not taking useless risk. He do take some. What drive him to want to become stronger ? Do he really think that becoming stronger faster is actually a safer move ?
