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Sky Pride Chapter 38- Enemies Meet on a Narrow Path
🕑 Added 2025-03-19 14:00:19 +0000 UTCTian didn’t plan on introducing himself. He could see a lot of Outer Court disciples just ‘hanging around’ Hong Liren and her True Disciple grandmother. He immediately thought of dogs waiting to come forward and wag their tails, hoping to please the human and be fed. The thought was revolting. So he turned sharply for the barracks and left them chatting on the road. He got about two steps.
“Junior Tian, join us.” The words seemed to pierce through the air without resistance, landing directly, and crisply, in his ears. He turned and walked over, fixing his robe as he came. He gave his best polite bow, eyes looking down just as Brother Fu taught him.
“West Town Temple’s Tian Zihao greets the honorable True Disciple.”
That got a snort. “Polite for a feral child, aren’t you?”
“My thanks for Seniors’ kind words. I still have a lot to learn.” He did too, there always seemed to be some new book of etiquette or some collection of anecdotes that ended in a storm of blood over a breach of protocol.
“Look up at me.” Tian did as instructed. He never really understood the not-looking-at-people thing, but it was important to the kicked in the head, and that was what mattered.
“Life wasn’t kind to you, was it?” Grandmother Hong was beautiful. Tian understood what was beautiful and ugly now, and she was unquestionably fair. Her skin was milky white and without blemish, her features perfectly symmetrical, the sweep of her eyebrows framed endlessly deep almond eyes. Tian vaguely thought that Hong Liren had a lot to look forward to, if she was going to grow up like this.
“Not particularly kind, Senior, but others have suffered worse.”
“Have they?”
Tian nodded. “Yes.”
Grandmother Hong kept looking at him, then suppressed a giggle. “You really are just going to leave that there, aren’t you? You have worked through most of the polite phrases that you memorized, and now you are just drifting out over the waters of conversation. You aren’t even worried about your lack of paddles or direction.”
Tian didn’t say anything. He hadn’t really been asked a question, and besides, she was right.
“Little Liren tells me that you are a clod, a first rate idiot, ugly enough to make birds fall out of the sky and fish float belly up in the river, smelly, raised by wolves, and quite possibly brain damaged.”
Tian nodded. That sounded like something she would say.
“What she didn’t say, but was clear from her story, was that you have been looking out for her since you arrived and judging by the back of her robe, you killed at least one ambusher who would have killed her.”
Tian nodded again. It was also true.
“Why?”
“She is my Sister.”
That made Grandma Hong blink in surprise and shoot a hard look at Liren. “Explain.”
Hong Liren, who had been staring at Tian with barely concealed shock, buried her face in her hands. “He means in the sense that we are both members of the West Town Outer Court. And in no other way. We haven’t exchanged cups or anything like that. He doesn’t even know what that is.”
“Good. Good.” The senior breathed out a little. “But really, no other reason than she is your ‘Sister?’”
“I don’t need any other reason, Senior.”
Grandma Hong slowly smiled. Tian couldn’t quite put together what she was feeling based on the expression. Amusement, contempt, maybe even a touch of sadness all seemed to drift over her.
“Did you know that, when you rise to the Heavenly Person Realm, your memory improves a lot? It’s not quite a perfect recall, but it’s rather close for mundane things.”
“I did not, True Disciple Hong.”
“It’s true. I will remember you, Tian Zihao.” There was something in her voice, some little twist of sound that made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Like a rustle in the grass, or a growl from a dark cave.
Tian bowed. “Thank you, Senior.”
“Dismissed.”
Word got around that Tian had a private conversation with a member of the Inner Court. One who was the Grandmother of Hong Liren, no less. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for members of the Outer Court to have relatives in the Inner Court. It wasn’t exactly common either.
“You have to do some math on this.” Brother Su explained after his patrol got back to the barracks.
“An Earthly Realm cultivator can live roughly two hundred years if nothing goes wrong. Maybe two hundred and a bit with care and luck. Most don’t live that long, because things do go wrong all the time. A Heavenly Person Realm cultivator can live eight hundred years easily. Of course, those are under optimal conditions. Earthly Person Realm or Heavenly Person Realm, if one is injured or killed, well, that’s that. Except Heavenly Person cultivators heal a lot better, have infinitely better means of preserving their lives, and so on and so on.”
“There are fewer Inner Court disciples, but they live a lot longer.” Tian followed the thinking.
“Yes, but not exactly my point. The ratio of Outer Court disciples to Inner Court disciples appears to be roughly three or even four to one, but in actual fact, if we looked at the number of recorded names for each Court in a thousand year period, it would probably be closer to forty or fifty to one. Why?”
Tian thought briefly. “Because people die. There is a new outer court disciple in each town roughly every ten years, but people are dying at that rate too. But only a very, very few people ascend.”
“We find potential cultivators more often than you would think. West Town had been going through an unusual dry spell before you came. But you have the right idea. Our West Town Temple and Convent have been remarkably successful at getting our Juniors to break through to the Heavenly Person Realm, at least since Senior Brother Fu and Sister Bai took over. People have been studying their methods, but they are hard to adopt. It’s against a cultivator’s ordinary instincts.”
Brother Su chopped the air with his hands. “But just for that, just for managing to send more people to the Inner Court, we have the best Temple and Convent in the Outer Court. We have the best food, the best manuals and equipment, we never worry about funding or running low on missions- the very best of the Outer Court. And it forms a virtuous cycle.”
Tian grunted, connecting many things quickly. “For others, the favor, or even the acknowledgement, of an Inner Court disciple could mean the difference between mortality and immortality. They don’t have a Senior Brother Fu or Senior Sister Bai.”
Brother Su nodded slightly. “They are wrong about the weight of that favor, of course. No favor can grant a revelation. But you can understand why they would think so.”
Tian imagined what life would be like without Senior Brother Fu, and his skin crawled. His stomach, for the first time in almost six years, twisted with nausea. No helpful senior brothers. No advice. No looking out for him on missions, no teaching him medicine or herb gathering, or how to use his arts. More beatings and rock throwings. They might steal his food. They would definitely steal his food. And once he got big enough to have things worth stealing, they would steal them too.
He remembered telling Brother Fu that his Senior Brothers scared him. That he was worried about them eating him up. Brother Fu had downplayed his fears at the time, but Tian saw that the old man was hiding something. He thought it was the ugly side of his Temple. Maybe it was the true ugliness of the whole Outer Court.
Tian was suddenly back on the battlefield, seeing the ambushers pop out of the sand. He watched them stab a senior brother, two on one. He was holding the hand of that senior sister he couldn’t save, watching her choke. Watching the light fade from her eyes as she desperately squeezed his hand. Squeezed so hard, he heard his bones creak.
“AWAKEN.”
Brother Su spoke softly, but the word shook Tian like a bell. He was back in the barracks, his Senior Brothers around him.
“It happens. I don’t know why it happens sometimes but not others. I cannot understand the human heart that deeply. It just happens.” Brother Su’s voice was soft.
“Senior Brother, what spell did you use just now?”
“It’s not a spell, exactly. You will learn. For now, just sleep. You have earned a good rest.”
Tian didn’t really understand why Senior Brother Su spent all that time explaining about the Outer Court until the next morning. People were nicer to him.
They didn’t leap out to do him any favors, but he got smiles and polite nods. If he didn’t know better, he would think he earned their respect. The mission rewards were handed over immediately and without any fuss. The patrol was mandatory, but it paid four military merits and three cultivation crystals.
Tian was surprised to learn his storage ring also acted as his identification and recorded his military merits. He just had to tap it on the silver plate offered by the quartermaster, and it was all handled by spells.
He circulated his energy and watched tiny characters emerge. His few remaining merits from the temple were listed separately from his military merits. He wasn’t sure why, and asked.
“For now? No particular reason. Later? There will be people trying to goldbrick- to act like they are working but aren’t. Sooner or later, the order will come down requiring disciples to earn so many military merits in a month or face discipline. Ah, but it is a different amount depending on your level and realm of cultivation, of course!”
Tian thanked the quartermaster, then quickly hurried away. He had casually asked what it would cost to buy a custom rope dart, one with more penetrating power. He nearly fainted at the quoted price. He would save up.
Tian spent the day practicing every art he knew, particularly the light body technique. After speaking with some other brothers, he learned that it was a somewhat unusual technique. Other light body techniques let one move faster over long distances, become more elusive, hide the sound of your steps, or even simply let you jump higher and safely fall further than you normally would.
Light Body, Heavy Hands just changed how much you weighed. Not just one particular part of you, your whole body. But you were just as strong, your bones just as dense, everything else worked entirely as per normal. It was quite magical. It took Tian a while to figure out why Elder Rui gave him this particular manual.
There were two great weaknesses with rope darts- weak penetrating power, and lack of mobility. The rope dart could move like a living thing, but the user was supposed to only make small movements. The key was creating and manipulating momentum in the dart, not racing around the battlefield.
You could move if you had it out, but it couldn’t build momentum like a charging saber. At most, you could spin it around your head, or throw it and chase after it. Building momentum in the dart while executing high speed maneuvers? Impossible.
However.
Since your clothes and weapons were considered part of you for the purposes of the art, well! Tian could whip the rope around fast enough for the dart to make a sound like ripping steel as it tore through the air in less than a second. Once it was up to speed, he snapped it towards a target, only shifting to his full weight just before it hit. It didn’t fix the problems with rope darts, but it did make them much smaller. Like the things he hit. They got much, much smaller.
“I wonder if I could make myself heavier than I actually am?” Tian wondered. The spell didn’t say how, if it was even possible.
Possible. Entirely possible. Too expensive right now, but…
Grandpa’s hands had been on his shoulders since the ambush, or rubbing his back, or just holding him when he thought he would go flying away in his head. Tian recognized the tone in Grandpa Jun’s voice. He wanted Tian to figure something out.
“I should study the spell more?”
Studying hard is always a good idea.
Tian chuckled quietly. “Grandpa? Am I in trouble?”
With that Hong woman? Deadly trouble. I just don’t know why. Keep an eye out. I doubt she will move against you directly, but it would be extremely easy to arrange your death on the battlefield. I suspect she already has.
“You think she asked them to send me on a deadly mission?”
Never. I doubt she said a single word about you to anyone. I doubt she even hinted at it. Why would she? You really underestimate the bootlickers of the world. That little shit interrogating you even told you your cause of death. One of those sayings you should remember from your reading- It’s easy to talk to the King of Hell, but it’s hard to deal with all his little devils.
“Grandpa, I don’t understand any of that.”
You will. Soon.
Comments
Veridescent
People like to see models of situation that are useful. Thus conflict, suffering, and desired agency give symmetry. The brain physically soeaking fibds little conception of such examples from real life people to those unseen in a book. Empathetic resonance can scale vast distances nonfiction and fiction both
Lazerus56
it's not for me either
The Human
This chapter isn't in the collection I don't think
Noah
Gramps guessed that would happen from the very beginning. In one of the earliest chapters he pointed out to Tian that Karma balances out, and that his incredible struggles from birth would “even out” eventually!
Noah
The light body, heavy hands technique basically lets him have ultimate control over his momentum. Additionally, a rope dart might be the weapon that is most impacted by subtle changes in momentum. I don’t think the art works “on” the rope dart itself. It’s just that the art lets him move way quicker than normal, while still retaining his power, which lets him contort the rope dart more effectively.
Noah
I don’t think this is it. She would have just acted way more overtly
Macronomicon
That sir, is a well-condensed list.
Edmund C.
I was abstracting out to make a point; to your point it’s much more complicated. I was pulling mainly from Eric Edson’s argument on what makes a character likable. Courage Unfair Injury Skill Funny Just Plain Nice In Danger Loved By Friends And Family Hard Working Obsessed (You need at least 5)
Macronomicon
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Macronomicon
SS example was impactful because he was doing it to save a little girl he felt responsible for because he couldn't save her family. the drama was built into the isolation. it wasn't only waiting for him to get back. And it resulted in a lifelong bond with her. Isolating the MC from everyone doesn't feel like the ideal move here. More to the point, the story's already written, so...(shrug)
Nonnyor Business
Give it a couple chapters.
Nonnyor Business
Suffering is guaranteed. I pray I never meet my characters, they would beat the absolute piss out of me.
Edmund C.
Suffering is strangely one of the most effective ways to make a character likable (think MGG). But it’s your story, I don’t know your vision.
Edmund C.
Author, I shall share with you a great secret that makes the audience ravenous. The key to any narrative is character drama, so: finish building your setup, then make everyone think he died heroically or smth. Trap him in the dessert for like eight years for a timeskip/power up (nothing too crazy). Make it horrible so you also get some empathy. He comes back AND… drama with the cast. I think Super Supportive did something similar to great effect. That trauma was beautifully milked. Also if you’ve read any manhwa you know that sort of thing happens often.
Nonnyor Business
Thank you, yes, it is very exciting!
SUlex
Im sure you noticed that Sky has hit top 10 Ongoing on RR and Top 3 Rising stars! Congrats you deserve it!
Tom C
Was that them? I can’t remember what happened at the start 😅 oof that’s a lot of karma between them
Kelsey
I didn't get that vibe, either. I got a more "I'll watch your career with interest" feel.
LUXRUS
The Hong stuff is coming back… she wants to nip him in the bud before he remembers that they killed his entire family
Grant Prater
lighter arm -> more acceleration -> faster dart movement is what I'd guess. Limited by rotator cuff, tendons, etc. but those are already superhuman or close
Jake Anderson
I really like this story because it is so grounded. Why does the light body art extend to his weapon? Doesnt make a lot of sense except that it makes the rope dart more useful
Mon
Not sure why I don't get the feeling Hong is exactly malicious towards Tian right now. I know people think she wants to gut him because of what she said, what grandpa said, and what Tian feels, but it doesn't make sense to me. I guess we'll see as the story progresses...
Deathly_God
Interesting that our MC was cursed with terrible, awful luck at birth. But since Grandpa entered the picture, he's been having nothing but relatively good luck. He found the Truffle by chance (and also didn't just straight up fall off the cliff to his death). He found the Lotus/Snake pond without spending years lost in the woods. He was finding enough food to eat along his stay in the woods, and didn't encounter anything he couldn't handle (or totally outrun). He ended up at the best Outer Court he possibly could have... Seems to me Tian has been rolling some mega lucky dice ever since Grandpa jumped into his life.
Bookworm bibliophile
Who knows it is not like the Hongs didn't order the eradication of his family
JTP
I was just thinking everything was fine too well for Tian.
Tom C
Is Hong trying to protect her granddaughter? Not entirely sure why she has it out for Tian, must be an immortal thing! TFTC
