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Sky Pride Vol. 4 Chapter 46- How Terrible a Dead Heart
🕑 Added 2025-11-17 15:00:16 +0000 UTCTian and Hong ran down the road while the crane drifted silently overhead. Tian’s mind twisted around and around, always returning to Heartmend and Cang Sen. The indifferent array master, and the suffering peasant. One was healthy, powerful, and free, the other anything but. Yet it was the supposedly enlightened immortal who preached that life was too horrible to endure with one’s whole heart. That the true way to experience the world was as a thoughtless, heartless animal.
Yes, Heartmend was a heretic and, yes, he was less than completely faithful to the dao he preached, but he was calm as he died. Tian had seen no fear in his eyes, only irritation at Tian’s lack of intellectual rigour. His… lack of empathy for Heartmend’s lack of empathy. What Heartmend preached was the path he walked, not the end he had reached.
He picked at the troubled emotions, trying to sort out what he was feeling, beyond “toyed with.” There was something about Heartmend that Starsieve wanted Tian to see or understand. Was he arranged simply as a way for Tian and Hong to test their beliefs? It couldn’t be as simple as wanting Heartmend dead, could it?
“What I want to know, and I really want to know the answer to this, is if Starsieve knew enough about what was going on in the Iron Range Gang’s base to send us there then make sure we ran into Heartmend, why the fuck isn’t he over there getting those kids off the spikes? Why wasn’t he there months ago? Even for some heartless ancient monster, isn’t bleeding out the country’s fortune exactly what we are supposed to be stopping?”
Hong couldn’t keep it in any longer.
“Good questions. My question would be if running into Heartmend was just more self justification. ‘See- I’m not as bad as that. I’m not heartless. It’s just, I’ve been around since dirt was invented and my magic shows me more awful things than any one person should know exists and if I couldn’t distance myself from it at least a bit, I’d go insane.’” Tian didn’t break stride as he answered.
They were racing down the road, leaving clouds of dust behind them. The rainy season would come soon, but now was rice harvesting time. Hot, dry, and most years, happy. Nobody looked very happy, from what Tian could see. Even the mortals could feel something was very wrong in the world.
“I can understand that, but I can’t agree with it. Everyone knows bad things happen to kids. We all know that, and nobody likes it, but they feel like they can’t do anything about it. Starving kids two counties over? What do you want me to do about it? Starving kids two houses over? What do you want me to do about it? I got kids right here that need feeding.” Hong’s mouth was flying now, rage giving her words wings.
“But that’s mortals. That’s not a Beyond-Heavenly-Realm immortal cultivator who is the grand elder of a kingdom dominating sect and whose grandson founded the current kingdom! There is a certain difference in capability!” Her words came out like claps of thunder.
Tian agreed. At what point was a failure to act immoral? It was a bit of a tricky one for daoists, given that inaction, or taking the least action, were generally considered desirable traits in a leader. Everything, in theory, should be properly organized along the most natural lines, then everything would flow smoothly and without interruption.
“Over and over and over!” Tian could taste the bitterness in his words. “It wouldn’t happen in a well designed system, but nobody has designed a system well, ever.”
That got a dark laugh from Liren. “I have a theory. I think the Broadsky Kingdom was an attempt to do exactly that.”
“What, design a good system?”
“Basically.” Hong nodded. “They used the best model they knew of- the Celestial Court. Then they added things like exams for civil servants, censors to keep people honest, a system for sending petitions and even a way to reprimand the emperor when he went wrong. A lot of it was taken from other places and dynasties, sure, but the idea was to make a self correcting empire. One that ran well, fed its people, managed natural disasters, and needed the least amount of interference from cultivators.”
Tian was nodding along at this point, ignoring the carriages they raced past and the rearing horses in their traces. Not hearing the oaths and shrieks of startled people as something inhumanly fast passed them bare inches away.
“Then the Monastery system is built over it. Maybe it was just the Monastery to begin with, and then they expanded down and out. Gathering fortune, earning merit, creating a self sustaining benevolent cycle…” Tian stopped dead in a spray of rocks.
His mind was buzzing with connections. So many things snapped into place. The reforms brought in by Elder Rui - Why did the Elder in charge of the Outer Court have to fight and demonstrate the overwhelming superiority of his methods? Because his methods, the focused nurturing and benevolence, went against the character of the Inner Court. Why did the Inner Court have an obsessive need to make themselves stronger, constantly adventuring, constantly driving their mortal and earthly realm family members to gather resources and earn money? Because they were always chasing the people above them!
You spend decades looking up at the Heavenly Realm people, dreaming of breaking through, until the day finally comes and you walk through the gates of Mountain Gate City. You have a moment of triumph, glory and power now yours for eternity… and everyone is giving you pitying looks because here, you are just another person. Just another servant of the Monastery, forever. Unless you could do something incredible to change your fate. Some huge transformation or growth that would win you a spot as an elder, or even get you promoted to core disciple status.
You would have to go look for something like that. Adventuring. Exploring. Raiding old ruins or heretical enclaves looking for treasures or techniques. To support that kind of life would take a mountain of resources. Sky barges aren’t free, and neither are enchanted weapons. How much does a flying sword cost? Surely it wasn’t cheap. How much time or heart can you spare to worry about the people suffering below you? Not much. You have to go earn, and get stronger.
It kept going all the way up the mountain, right the way to the Grand Elder. A doting grandpa who slowly lost track of his family, generation after generation. The juniors got more and more disappointing, so he paid less and less attention and started spending longer and longer in seclusion. Years. Then decades. Then generations, perhaps. Did the Royal Family even remember their ancient ancestor? Or did they simply worship him with empty rituals because it was tradition?
On and on, until one day you notice that all your descendants are all dead and some madwoman was gassing the temple you established specifically to protect your grandson’s Capital. And sure, you weren’t close to them anymore, but they were still your family. You could remember how cute little Zheng was, and how handsome he looked when he first sat on the Dragon Throne. How proud you were to see him receiving the worship and adoration of the masses.
Tian had the image of Little Treasure running around with a crown and a tiny sword, ordering other kids to help him build a kingdom. Were they all like that from Starsieve’s perspective?
“Cycles. Of all the stupid, shitty, old man things, it’s about the damn cycles!” Tian completely forgot all the lessons about propriety and the deference due to elders.
“What do you mean, cycles?” Hong asked.
“Nothing is ever static, right? The Dao is a path, stretching from primordial chaos, through existence and back again. One giant cycle, made up of endless smaller cycles. All growing, changing and dying.”
“Okay?”
“So what lasts forever? Nothing. Rocks don’t, rivers wear them away. Rivers don’t, they dry up, turning to sand. The universe itself will end, returning to a blob of primordial chaos.” Tian waved around pointing at the empty rice paddies. Bone dry, waiting for planting. “Cycles of birth and death, creation and destruction, a season for everything. Well, what about the kingdom? What about Ancient Crane Monastery?"
Hong ripped her hat off and stared directly into Tian’s soul. “You think he did this. He set up-”
Tian started shaking his head. “You have it backwards. He’s showing us exactly how things got to this place, and what he did. Nothing. He did nothing. It’s the art of effortless action. He arranged the best system he could, flowing on the most natural lines, then sat back and let nature take its course. Once his grandkids were dead, even before they were dead, he stopped caring and focused on… whatever some multi-thousand year old man focuses on. Practicing his handwriting, collecting interesting rocks, I don’t know. Not looking after the kingdom, or his sect.”
“And?”
“And it worked for a while but not forever. Now it’s all crashing down. It was a slow bleed for a long time, but now everything is failing and falling apart. There will be a collapse. I don’t know what the impact is of losing all that fortune and merit, or if it can be restored later. But he’s steering us towards figuring it all out. He doesn’t care anymore. Everything can, and should, collapse. Everything should fall into ruin. And from extreme yin…”
“Yang is born. A new monastery. A new kingdom. That’s why he’s training Senior Fu and backing Elder Rui. It’s why he put the pieces in place for us. Our assignment when we went on board the Windblown Manor was ‘How do we win the future?’ We win by understanding all the mistakes of the past. He’s preparing the seeds for whatever comes next.” Hong’s voice turned to horror.
“Very wise, very daoist, very enlightened. Shame about everyone dying! Except it’s not a shame, it’s just nature. It’s heaven’s law, or the way of things, or fate or some other excuse. And you know what? After everything we have seen, and learned and learned about each other? I’d say let it all burn. Except that my brothers keep dying, and I don’t want any more dead kids either. I don’t particularly want any dead peasants, and when you get right down to it, most of the people I know in the sect are basically okay. So while I want to let it all burn, I also really, really don’t! So what the hell am I meant to be feeling right now?!”
Hong slowly crouched, wrapping her hands over her head. Tian rushed on.
“Auntie Wu and Senior Sister Li. You know Senior Li, the Crafter?”
“You mentioned her before. I saw her around the depot, but never did business with her.” Hong’s voice was faint.
“Yeah. She made my rope dart, my Heavenly Swallow darts, gave me loads of good advice. And Auntie Wu looked after me I don’t know how many times. Kind people, and caring, and exactly what any sect needs. They are precious people to me, but how are they by the Monastery's standards?”
“Ordinary. And the Monastery only cares about the one or two geniuses that can change everything. Which means they are people Starsieve can do without.” Hong closed her eyes, closing in on herself as the enormity of it all descended on her from the empty blue sky.
“It’s not that Starsieve wants the heretics to win. He probably doesn’t. But he expects the kingdom to fall, and with it, the Monastery. All the lost people are simply… necessary. A consequence of too much yang, too much growth, for too long. Time for a rebalancing.”
“He’s already the Grand Elder. He was the former sect master. We think he may be beyond the Heavenly realm, and he’s sure pulling strings like he is. He can’t be doing this for money or power.” Hong muttered. “Is it really as simple as heartache? Is his dao heart just dead now, and he’s ready to watch everything he worked for go up in smoke?”
“I’d like to be wrong.” Tian spoke with absolute sincerity. “I just don’t think I am.”
“All the stuff with fortune and merit and Little Treasure?”
“Damned if I know. I didn’t know any of that stuff existed a couple of months ago, who knows what strangeness an ancient like Starsieve can do with it?” Tian shrugged. “A better question might be ‘What does it signify that you and I can feel big concentrations of sin, but not merit?’ Because we knew the Copper Roof Inn was no good from miles and miles away, and Heartmend too, but we couldn’t find the hidden orchard without Little Treasure pointing the way.”
“And the Bandit camp.” Hong muttered. Tian squatted down next to her, and started slowly drawing circles in the dirt. “I could feel the wrongness of it from a good way away. That, and all the immortal qi gathering together.”
“Yeah.” Tian’s circle drawing intensified. Hong stared at it, then started drawing her own circles. They crouched in the dirt, silent, lost in the noise of their minds and the endless cycles.
It was so much. So much. They had only seen a little piece of the Broadsky Kingdom, and that was enough to keep them happily adventuring for decades. They hadn’t seen even a fraction of what the monastery had to offer, and it was already wonders beyond the imagining of a billion mortals. All ending, so something better could be born.
Was the present really so terrible? So impossible to endure? Was he the fool for not understanding how miserable he should be?
Tian didn’t know how many times he went around the loops before Liren startled him back to awareness.
“My skin feels smoother.” She said.
“Not sure what that has to do with anything, but… congratulations?”
“Just a nice side effect of whatever you did to save my life.”
“Oh. Well, I’m glad, obviously.” Tian nodded, and added a more intricate set of small circles inside the big one.
“More than just smoother. Look at this.” Hong pulled her sleeve up. She didn’t look any less tan, but there was a subtle difference.
“Are you… glowing?”
“Not exactly. My skin is literally lustrous.” She chuckled. It wasn’t bitter. “I catch the light now, just a little bit. It makes me look less like a farmer, and more like a polished bronze or something.” She met Tian’s eyes, and a tiny smile crept onto her face. “I think it looks good. It’s a nice change. Cycles and horrors and misery and betrayal, but you know what? It’s not all bad. I found a good brother.”
Tian looked at his sister. Really looked at her. She glowed in the sunlight. Her hair was still cropped close to her skull, still decorated with dancing flames. The red hairs that subtly mixed with the black added a liveliness to it that he always liked. Her face had been refined by whatever her body cultivation art had done- perfectly symmetrical features, high cheekbones and her eyes had an upswept tilt to their corners.
She was beautiful. She didn’t have the arresting magnetism of Daoist Steelshimmer, but, for only the second time in his life, he could honestly say that he found a woman beautiful. And it was Sister Liren.
“Well. That’s just not fair.” He muttered. “Why do you get the body cultivation art that makes you pretty, and I get the one that makes me short?”
Hong looked at Tian for a moment, and then, in spite of everything, burst out laughing.
Comments
ArtTheGreat
When we finally meet Starsieve I want him to make a comment about not actually having been around since dirt was invented. Just for the comedic “You know everything we said to eachother about you and you pick THAT to respond to?”
Summer Coff
I believe she is now thinking "you also get the body cultivation art that makes you pretty, though?? in fact, I'm only borrowing yours??"
Jeryd Greer
Tftc
Tabac Iberez
The yin influence on Zihao won't hold forever, Liren. Soon you'll get your chance to learn dual cultivation with him, don't worry. This might not strictly be on the Dao path, but it's certainly a permitted diversion and good for growth anyway!
Adamas Shield
these two dual cultivate so hard in a no lewd way :D :P
Felix Giron
This episode is a truly awesome buddy detective moment starring teenagers with body issues as hard-bitten veterans facing off against the machinations of an ancient divination monster and a Mad God. There's a lot packed in and somehow it all holds together. Still puzzled regarding how Crane Law fits into everything but I have faith that will work itself out. Somehow.
Jordan Leighton
The Dao of the Short King, very relatable
zero
one of my favorite phrases is "interpenetrate and mutually define." I first heard it in the book The Eyes of the Skin. it is applicable to this pair more and more. am I a shipper? a non-shipper? the question misses the mark. what I want is to see them entwined, whatever form that takes.
Raymond Mouton
Thanks for the chapter.
dkpfrog
Tftc!!
Matt DiMeo
I wonder if book five is going to be mostly outside Broadsky.
Robert Mullins
Of course they do. It would literally be considered a sign of disrespect not to refer to each other as brother and sister when they are members of the same sect. Brother and sister in this context is not restricted to the common English interpretation of those words. Even if they were legit married and had kids they would still be expected to refer to each other as brother and sister in a formal setting and nobody would think it weird in setting.
Alexander Dupree
This chapter stabbed the shippers in the heart. Unfortunately it also stabbed the NON-shippers as well. They call themselves brother and sister, also he thinks exactly one other person is pretty in the world. Fuck if I know what to think here
BelligerentGnu
*We* don't know anything about Starsieve's problems yet. And given the multitude of terrible people that have featured so far, it's completely possible that Starsieve is just a self-absorbed bastard. We'll have to wait and see.
Lady Merlin
Quick typo: Tian didn’t break stride as he answered. (*she, I believe) And just something I really liked and resonated with: "...Cycles and horrors and misery and betrayal, but you know what? It’s not all bad. I found a good brother.” Really feeling this one today. One variation of it I like that I've thankfully found, is also: being able to find one's own self (and goodness or beauty, or whatever we'd like to find) among all the seeming darkness and ruin. Thanks so much for the chapter, Warby. Really appreciating this book 4 and looking forward to book 5!
Chad L.
Cycles are indeed a fact of existence, but so is the human desire to rage against the dying of the light. Rage on Tian.
Codered999
You didn't include your theories
Robert Mullins
Theories on this: “A better question might be ‘What does it signify that you and I can feel big concentrations of sin, but not merit?’ Because we knew the Copper Roof Inn was no good from miles and miles away, and Heartmend too, but we couldn’t find the hidden orchard without Little Treasure pointing the way.”
PickedLiz
Kinda easy to forget how young they are sometimes. Seeing something horrible and wanting it fixed is natural, but they don’t really know anything about the actual scale/scope of problems that someone on starsieve’s level could have to deal with. If there’s an above heavenly realm heretic out there who can wipe out the kingdom by sneezing, then obviously that should be prioritized over a handful of people on spikes. Even if his goal is to just totally check out and retire, he is still using what’s likely his greatest strength (divination) to expose and prepare people who CAN care and who CAN take action on that lower level. Short of becoming some sort of god king who purges the government every few generations I’m not really sure how much more he could have done given that the kingdom is only really failing because people are greedy and petty and power-hungry (which ofc is likely due in part to the whole mad god business)
Aaron Archer
There's a reason Grandpa Jun is here. And it's the Mad God. I think Starsieve has his problems but it's really just a reflection of the god of this world letting to go to hell. And Tian and Liren have to address it.
Book Worm
See, this is the kind of dense protagonist that I love. Not dumb for the sake of being dense, but lacking perspective. And that’s completely okay :)
Cisby
There's any satifisfying answer/solution at the end? Tian is close to what? This is a quite dangerous narrative design, as there's a quite robust/dense philosophy there and philosophy typically don't offer closed solutions. Definitely a though expectation build-up to satisfy. I'm really impressed and happy with how it has been done so far though.
Tommy
Gotta go with tian on this one. Cycles are a fact of existence, but part of being human and having sapient thought is a level of control I think? So while the empire might need to fail, perhaps there is a route that might be called, controlled descent? Something that allows the dissolution of an empire into extreme yin, but doesn’t involve putting children on pikes! TFTC!
LUXRUS
I think that Tian, for all he thinks he understands, still does not have the perspective of a heavenly realm cultivator. He has his vital energy and all these advantages but he isnt past the most important threshold. Right now he seems like a teen that thinks he has it all figured out, but he still doesnt see the full picture despite trying. I dont think it is just broad sky kingdom that is having a heretic problem, which means that it is more than just Ancient Crane Monastery’s problem. This sect and every other are similar in their approach, as far as we’ve seen
Veridescent
More like a bodhisattva. Varies by iteration, it helps to frame things around the original context somewhat since the concepts may or may not be aligned to hindu metaphysics as desired.
Robert Mullins
I love the glorious adventures of Tall Dark and Handsome Liren and Pale, Short, Jade Beauty Zihao.
Zenopath (AEV)
I think Tian has no idea that he's actually beautiful. Like, several people have made reference to it, but since he started ugly,he hasn't really internalized it. That's probably why Liren laughed, because Tian is already quite pretty. It is possible that this latest soup made him even better by making him more balanced and less porcelain ethereal.
Codered999
He's more of a jade beauty in appearance, but he's so focused on height. Liren is a bronze beauty tomboy, but she's so used to jade beauty being the accepted standard that it took Tian a long while to convince her that she is beautiful as she is.
Veridescent
Oh thats a very clever writing solution Waby. I commend you, a experimental empire of virtue is honestly one of the best ways one could make the confluences of confucian, folk, buddhist and daoist all make sense locally. Its eclectic because the source is eclectic. Its like a triple nested context of self supporting eclectic sources. And it makes beautiful messy sense
David Bailey
Oh Tian. You're so close.
Aadi Narayan
Crazy revelations, I hope Starsieve has been listening to them as they talk and starts referencing the insults they used or something.
James Faulkner
I’m cracking up picturing the Mike Tyson meme: “Now kith”
James Faulkner
Wholesome moment in the horror, Tftc!
Lurker
…. Gonna laugh if there is ever a event that requires tian to cross dress. Something tells me Hong would take quite the delight in that… after she stopped rolling on the floor laughing and being jealous at the same time.
João Vene
Short King Struggles
William Johnson
Oh no he doesn't know he's hot. Okay, now kiss
Cameron Bacon
I don't think ill ever get tired of Tian and Hong's dynamic
Grish99
so just read the first two paragraphs and I just realized.... Are you gonna make Tian into a buddha at some point? Because from my shallow understanding of the religion Tian would really like to get all the benefits of the whole Nirvana thing.
