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Unintended Cultivator V9: Chapter 24 – Want One?
🕑 Added 2024-05-27 14:48:24 +0000 UTCSua Xing Xing did her best to stay composed as she left the Patriarch’s office. It was a struggle. Her hands were shaking and her heart refused to stop pounding. A year. She had stayed here for a year, more than a year, and grown increasingly despondent. It hadn’t all been terrible. She hadn’t been abused by anyone. No one had asked her to do anything she found remotely objectionable. She had even been allowed to join the sect when Lu Sen had finally given up on the fantasy that he could start anything but a sect. In truth, it had been exciting in a lot of ways. Her sect was old, established, set in its ways, as was the case for most sects. That made watching a sect get built from the literal ground up very educational.
They had accepted people from other sects, and those new members had often tried to import their prior sect’s thinking about rank and privilege. Those attempts had been crushed ruthlessly. The assumption that cultivators with more advanced cultivation could simply order around those with lower cultivation was always the first casualty. The Patriarch made sure that those who served as teachers in the sect knew that it wasn’t to be tolerated. They generally did a good job of making that point to the new members, sometimes with painful corrections to behavior. When they failed, there was always the Cold Blade.
While her cultivation was higher than his, Sua Xing Xing shivered whenever she saw that man. He frightened her. Not that he was the only one. The Patriarch frightened her too, but that was different. Her fear of the patriarch was more objective. The man’s power simply dwarfed her own. There would never be a conflict between them because such a conflict between them would be utterly, hilariously pointless. He would crush her, probably while carrying on a conversation with someone and making some kind of shadow toy for his daughter. It was rational to hold a healthy fear of anyone who eclipsed you so thoroughly.
Her fear of Long Jia Wei was not rational. It was primal. All cultivators killed. It was inevitable and unavoidable. The timing was always in question, but the eventuality was as certain as sunrise. It would always come. She had killed, more than once, and it seemed very likely she would do so again in the not-too-distant future if the Patriarch was correct about the coming war. Still, she didn’t think of herself as a killer. She did it out of necessity, not preference. Long Jia Wei was a man who killed because that was what he was good at, and it didn’t bother him to do so. He was a killer if an extraordinarily disciplined one. When other means failed to get the point across that certain expectations were to be met for anyone who wished to remain in the sect, the Cold Blade went to have a conversation with those wayward students.
She had seen the end result of those conversations. She knew enough about inflicting pain and causing harm to know that he maximized pain while avoiding anything that would leave lasting harm. It was something she had realized required a particular kind of deftness, a natural if brutal subtlety. She didn’t possess it. If she had tried to do the things he had done, she would have killed someone or crippled them permanently. Of course, all of that skill only served to tell her that if he wanted someone dead, it would be simplicity itself for him to make it happen. The difference in their cultivation level would only matter if she saw him coming. She sincerely doubted that she would. That kind of skill paired with that kind of comfort with killing made him feel alien to her, which only fueled her irrational fear.
The only bright spot was that Long Jia Wei seemed utterly devoted to Lu Sen. It wasn’t blind fanaticism. She was almost certain about that. The man was too calm and too focused for something like that. Those kinds of fanatics were erratic as a rule. No, he had simply decided to throw his lot in with Lu Sen for better or for worse. Despite the way he unsettled her, she supposed every sect needed men like that. Her old sect no doubt had them. She simply hadn’t encountered them. The sect had been big enough that those individuals were likely identified early and tucked away both for specific training and to keep their identities shrouded. Her new sect was still small enough and new enough that she eventually encountered everyone. Still, she reasoned that as long as she didn’t do anything to cross the Patriarch, she should remain forever safe from Long Jia Wei’s specialized attention.
Nor had he been the source of her growing despair. The Patriarch had been the source of that. She had arrived here with a plan and goal. The futility of those had been made clear to her very quickly. She had weighed her options at that point, almost choosing to leave, before she decided that she was likely to find more in this sect than her old one. After all, where there was change, there was opportunity. Having made the choice, she did her best to throw herself into whatever was asked of her. Hard work had a way of washing away poor first impressions. Except, it hadn’t.
Lu Sen avoided her whenever he could. Oh, it wasn’t anything blatant or designed to be hurtful. He wouldn’t turn and walk the other direction when he saw her coming. He never ordered her to leave him alone. It was just there, something hidden right beneath his expression and a certain reluctance in his voice. He was always polite. So very damned polite. A solid wall of impenetrable politeness. She’d done everything she could think of to thaw that relationship, which had only seemed to solidify his wish to avoid her. It wasn’t like she’d propositioned him or tried to seduce him in some dark corner, although the heavens knew she would have if he’d shown even the faintest interest. Even so, his apparent aversion to her had been hard on her self-worth. Even if he didn’t find her desirable, would it have killed the man to at least be friendly?
Then, there had been that revelation about the coming war. That had hurt her more than she expected. He’d very intentionally kept that information from her out of pure, unadulterated mistrust. It was only then that she’d grasped the full magnitude of her failure to win him over. There was an inner circle in the sect, and she most definitively was not part of it. To be fair, though, she wasn’t sure who was in it. He seemed to treat almost everyone in the sect with an almost native lack of faith. Except for that Bahn Huizhong elder who had shown up from out of nowhere. There had been a brief period of suspicion on Lu Sen’s part, but it had faded annoyingly fast. Now, it seemed like the two were always together. She’d seen them laughing together over something and was honest enough with herself to acknowledge that she’d been hideously jealous. Something that could easily become hate for Bahn Huizhong had been born in her heart at that moment.
She’d considered leaving again after that. Feelings like that were unhealthy, dangerous things. They could breed equally dangerous decisions and actions. She shuddered to imagine what might have happened if she was less self-aware. Even so, she didn’t like what she saw in herself at that moment. She’d always considered herself a steady person who knew how to manage her own emotions. It had chilled her to the core to realize just how much she’d overestimated herself. Before she could decide one way or the other, though, the summons had come. She’d ordered the students she’d been working with to leave immediately and rushed to the Patriarch’s office. Such a summons was rare, and she hadn’t known what to expect. She’d worried that it was going to be him telling her to leave.
Instead, she’d been entrusted with things that mattered. Many of the things on the list were simply sect business that someone with authority had to manage, but that didn’t make them trivial. They were just things that a sect patriarch shouldn’t be bothered with. If that had been all that was on the list, she still would have been overjoyed. The expansion of the town, though, was something else entirely. Lu Sen was profoundly protective of the mortals in that town. He took a personal hand in almost anything the sect did that touched their lives. She didn’t fully understand his feelings about mortals, but she didn’t need to completely grasp those feelings to recognize and respect them. It was enough to know that he wouldn’t tolerate them being mistreated and wanted them protected.
This was a test. She was certain of that. If she understood Lu Sen’s mind, it was a carefully chosen one. She hadn’t hidden her indifference to mortals and knew that it had contributed to his perception of her. This was a chance. The chance she’d been waiting and praying for over the last year. A real chance to prove that she was better than the impression she’d given him. She just needed to not mess it up. Of course, there was also the business with all of this coming about on the recommendation of Feng Ming. The Patriarch was so casual about having Fate’s Razor, a walking myth, just hanging around the sect. She wasn’t nearly so confident about just engaging the man in a conversation. In fact, just the thought of speaking with him scared her half to death. Who was she, a nobody core formation cultivator, to speak to someone like that?
“So, did he stop being stupid?” asked a voice from right next to her.
She looked up and froze. It’s him, she thought. The seemingly innocuous old man who spent his time playing with Lu Sen’s daughter, a man who could end her life in a blink, was looking her with an amused expression. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. It felt like her heart was going to explode. The nascent soul cultivator gave her a grandfatherly smile and held something out.
“Want one? Sen makes these wonderful pastries.”
She looked down and there was, indeed, a pastry in the man’s hand. Not sure what else to do, she grabbed it. He looked at her expectantly until she took a bite. She blinked in surprise. It really was quite delicious. Had the Patriarch really made pastries? The whole situation felt surreal to her, which probably explained why she just let the man pluck the scroll out of her hand. He opened it, read it, and then nodded in apparent satisfaction.
“Ha! I knew he’d come to his senses. His brain works just fine when he lets it,” said Fate’s Razor, handing her back the scroll.
Then, he patted her on the head in a decidedly paternal way, put another pastry in her hand, and walked away whistling a little tune.
She stared at the pastry for a long time before she whispered, “What in the thousand hells just happened?”
Comments
Emily Gurnavage
The second pastry got me good, lol.
TheRaptorOfHermes
The ending of the chapter was just perfect
M Schweibold
Thank you for your Memorial Day dedication and for sharing your storytelling gift.
Jason Hardman
It is surprising how shockingly difficult it is for some to realise that cultivators are people too.
GreenB
I love alternative point of view chapters so much.
Rallaster
And the best part is it was completely unintentional... Lol
Nathan V
Like that teacher that's always so stern that a simple "good!" feels like heaven shining down on you.
Nathan V
I'm loving this volume so far.
Tommy
If she could get out of her own way and interact with Sen like a person not a potential conquest? I feel like if she just removed the seductive flirty aspect from talking to him she’d win him over
Joe
Tyftc!
Den
Chapters like this are worth their weight in gold <3
Mezhone
The headpats made me laugh so hard
Eric Dontigney
Master Feng never stopped. He likes being seen in that grandfather role.
STANSTAN42
Ok Sua Xing Xing is really growing on me. Thank for this chapter it really gave a great insight into her.
Barbara Collier
So are Uncle Kho and Master Feng playing old again?
IndyBart
What a great alternative point of view chapter. Really gives insight into how much Sen’s thinking is so different from others.
BelligerentGnu
The headpat is just perfection.
Kai
I love Feng Ming so much
Albadia
absolutely 100%
Rallaster
Love the introspection from her. I expect this will be the "shot in the arm" so to speak that will see her advancement skyrocket while simultaneously cementing her loyalty to Sen. I actually feel the way he treated her up to this point did more to foster loyalty from her than anything else he could have done specifically for that purpose.
Vaughn Fredericks
When gods act human, demigods get confused.
CentaureHeart
Well I stand corrected, she doesn't seem so bad. Thanks for the chapter !
GreenB
Adorable.
Lurker
I have a feeling Feng Ming might have influenced Sen’s sense of humor long before the foxes got to him. He a troll 😂
