Chapter 42: Getting To The Floating Island Of Death

Chapter 42: Getting To The Floating Island Of Death

Grilled fish with rice, and lime water, the server said, putting food down in front of Wen Xue and myself.

Thank you, I told the server and they gave a nod before leaving.

Anything else for you and your son sir? she asked Wen Xue.

No, he replied. I had to contain my chuckle at the face he was making.

I dont like this, Wen Xue said, while cutting his fish up.

Pretending to be mortals? I asked him.

Yes, this feels insulting, he said, and I smiled at him.

You read the same reports that I have. And heard the same thing from information brokers, I added.

That the floating island is somewhere out there, and travel is banned. But I dont get the part about pretending to be mortals. I know you said security through obscurity, but this place is not a place I imagined myself staying in, he said. This inn was decent, certainly upper middle class, but it wasnt a place a cultivator would normally stay in.

Its about avoiding trouble. This area is a bit of a no mans land. This city is standing but is one of the few not claimed by a sect. Look underneath the situation, I told him and he frowned while eating some more fish.

I still dont get it, he complained, and I shook my head slightly while enjoying my flavored water.

There are rouge cultivators and demonic cultivators in this area. Not many beasts with how rocky everything is around this city. To survive it has to import quite a bit. Why are people even here? I asked.

Mining. No, the floating island. It is a staging point. But why wasnt that explained? he asked.

The money to be made is from people going to the floating island. Thats the only reason this place exists. If we came here as cultivators, instead of traveling merchants, then we would have a much different reception, I explained. I had arranged for us to make the last portion of our trip with a wagon with goods.

I still dont like it, he replied.

We must keep our cultivation hidden, until the right moment and then act. We also need to find a way to the floating island. We will look this evening, I said.

Wont that expose us as cultivators? he asked.

Which is why I prepared while purchasing the wagon in the last city, I countered. Wen Xue slowly nodded. I hadnt explained everything to him, since he had been mostly contemplative and quiet during our trip out here. Now he needed to step up and focus.

So, we find a way to the floating island, and then? he asked.

Go from there, I said with a slight grimace. It wasnt the best plan, and we had contingencies to handle the zombies, but there wasnt much information about the Floating Island of Death. It floated over this part of the continent, and this was the main stopping point for anyone trying to reach it.

But reaching the floating island was another matter entirely. We finished up our meal and went to our room in the inn. I pulled out dark cloaks and face masks. I also pulled out stilts for myself. Stilts? Wen Xue was clearly trying not to laugh as I pulled the dark robe on over my head.

I am child size. Anyone would spot me in a moment and realize who I am. We can hide our cultivation, but I cant easily hide my height, I said with a pout.

I am not complaining, but it just seems silly, he replied.

Perhaps, but I want to avoid being challenged if at all possible. Mysterious people, who are unknown, are always a much bigger risk, than people you can see. Also, it makes it harder for anyone to follow us, I replied.

I think you are being paranoid. I wont argue with you, but this is a bit over the top, he countered as we both put the masks on our faces.

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. I want to avoid fighting other cultivators and find a way to the floating island, I replied as I made sure everything was in place. Once I was sure everything was in place, I went over and blew out the candle that was lighting the room.

I then sat back down on my bed. Now we wait for a bit, I replied.

Wait? Wen Xue said.

Yes. Just an hour or so. We had a late dinner, but that will give time for everything to start closing up for the night. Then we can go to the information broker in the city, I said. Wen Xue didnt complain thankfully, but he also didnt offer any better ideas. He was going along with my plans for now, but the danger was immense in my mind. The risk of being attacked was quite high.

The Sect Leader had refused to send any members or elders along on this trip when I had asked. The biggest reason was one of benefits and risks. This expedition was highly risky, and he wasnt about to order someone to tag along. The Cloudy Moon Sect was not a martial sect. If we wanted benefits and resources, we had to secure them ourselves.

The second reason was that this expedition, it didnt matter the level of cultivation a person had. The floating island, was a forbidden zone. That meant anyone under the rank of immortal wasnt qualified. While having a higher ranked cultivator in the city would be useful for assuring our security, that wouldnt help with the floating island.

The last reason was one of tradition. Cultivation was mostly a solitary and self-focused endeavor. Getting someone stronger than you to get resources was looked down on. While someone getting their own resources was highly impressive. That was a big reason I had become the Sect Leaders disciple and had such support so far.

Leaving the inn, we made our way through the dark streets. Someone screamed in the distance. There was shouting in another direction. I took the lead on my stilts while Wen Xue followed behind me. We made our way to where I knew where an information broker for the city was located. Another thing I had taken the time to find out before coming here.

I had been inquiring about the floating island during our trip here, but information was limited. I was repeatedly told, I had to wait until I reached Black Rock City to get answers. There was a tight monopoly kept on the knowledge. It wasnt worth the insane fees to get secondhand information when we were coming here anyways.

Coming to a stop in front of an old run down weapons shop, I pushed open the door to enter. A large man behind the counter gave us looks. I am here for the back room, I said and tossed over a pouch of tael. The man easily caught it and put it under the counter.

Through that door, second room on your right, dont cause trouble, he said while gesturing at another door to his side. We went over and opened it. There was a staircase to the second floor. I then went into the second room on the right.

There was a hooded woman, her face completely shadowed by dim candlelight. Some of these information brokers liked their dramatics. Like a fortune teller trying to spice things up with the ambiance. Selling and buying information wasnt illegal, but it was made out to be something shady most of the time.

Please, sit, she said and gestured at the chairs across the table. Wen Xue took a seat, I merely stood behind my chair.

My apologies, but I dislike sitting, I replied.

I know you are wearing stilts. The sound of wood against wood is obvious, the information broker said, and I let out a sigh and took a seat. What do you want to know? she asked.

How to get to the floating island and any information you have on it, I said.

A thousand tael- I cut her off by tossing out a rank 1 spirit coin at her. She caught it, and looked at it in surprise, before putting it away. As I was saying. A thousand tael will get you the basic information package, but you clearly want something better.

The best, and most accurate answers, I replied.

A rank 3 spirit coin, she said. I pulled one out and set it on the table. Alright, well getting up there is complicated. But since you have wealth, the simplest way is to pay Old Hengar for a lift. It is his specialty. A rank 3 spirit coin or spirit stone per person. Flies you right up, and leaves you in one of the safe areas.

I do. That is with careful rationing. Also, Digestive Cleansing Pills and refillable water bottles. But food is the main limitation. I am thinking we each get a large pack, maybe two, to take with us. We hide the packs away from our landing spot, not too far, since it will be a pain to move with them. But as backup, I replied.

You are thinking of staying there even longer to observe, Wen Xue worked out and I nodded at that.

Exactly. With packs of food brought along, we could have enough for three months each with careful rationing. Would need to buy more Digestive Cleaning Pills, but it would be worthwhile. Take our time and observe the zombies movements and patterns. Scout things out, I replied.

And getting down? he asked.

I have a rope. Climb down when the floating island gets near Mount Atlas.

The big risk are the zombies, once they spot a person, they dont give up chasing them. But what if someone swings off the edge of the island?

You are thinking more rope and setting up points we can run to? I asked and he nodded.

Yes. We cant run back to whatever hiding spot we are using. Better to take a chance, and hope the zombies give up the chase and dont pursue down a rope, he said.

They can climb, we know that much. And the ones made from the corpses of strong cultivators have strong bodies. A rope might just be a dead end. Three ropes, spread out. Push them all off, climb down one, swing to another, and then the third. And maybe cut them off at the top? I suggested.

The spacing would be important. It would be a last resort. I cant believe we are really doing this, Wen Xue let out a nervous chuckle.

This is what it takes, I replied. He had mentioned that he wasnt going to hide out waiting for the end in the fourth stage. He wanted to seize his future. That was why he was even bothering to come with me.

We chatted on the journey to Black Rock City. While he tended to be quiet, you could only travel so much with a person, before they began talking about themselves. Wen Xue was from a rich merchant family that ran its own caravan. The oldest child, and quite book smart. He had worked hard to cultivate enough motes to join a sect.

The Cloudy Moon Sect had been his first choice, due to the more relaxed atmosphere than the more martial sects. He was a researcher at heart. But one thing his research told him was that he was screwed unless he took a big risk to get past the first bottleneck in the fourth stage. Waiting around and cultivating was useful, but it wouldnt help him long term.

That was why he had asked to join me. I had success in the past and he wanted to be part of that. Putting his life on the line to get resources. I could respect that determination. He was incredibly nervous though. The death rate for these kinds of expeditions was insanely high.

While cultivators knew that, everyone thought they would be the ones to survive. I personally hated being forced into doing this. I didnt want life threatening adventures. I wanted to cultivate peacefully and do research. But my path of cultivation was one of my own making. I had no other option, otherwise my cultivation would be impossible.

Without null metal, there was no chance I would ever finish the third stage of Meridian Attunement before my death. It just wasnt possible. For me, this adventure was do or die.

I know I have said it before, thanks for bringing me. I wouldnt have ever thought of information brokers. Even if some of your ideas seem a bit silly, he replied while giving a look at the stilts and cloaks.

Better to use them regardless, even when we go back. I am worried more about the other cultivators, more than the mystery island and the zombies, I muttered.

Really? That seems, backwards, Wen Xue replied. I shook my head at that statement.

Whatever is controlling the zombies and flying that island, has been doing it for millennia. It is probably some super formation, or rare artifact in the center of the island. I had worked on AI in my past life on Earth. Looking at how they could be used for traffic light control. The zombies sounded a lot like something being controlled by a cultivation type AI.

I couldnt say all this, without issues, and had to phrase it a different way. It is repeating things most likely. Or has set instructions it follows. Do A, then B. If X happens, then respond with Z. If the thing controlling the floating island and the zombies was actually intelligent, it wouldnt just keep doing the same thing over and over.

Wen Xue put a hand under his chin and looked thoughtful at my statement. You want to work out that pattern in depth. Over the three months. Why hasnt anyone else done this? he asked.

Patience most likely. Or they have and then got away. People have come back from the floating island with some good stuff. Null metal being some of those things that had been brought back. Realistically, longer would be better.

Three months is already a long time. But I see your point. The hardest part is supplies. I am sorry, I dont have a spatial ring of my own, he said a bit morosely.

Dont worry about it. Your main job will be to work out the traps. All the good stuff will be in the buildings and we will need to disable them quickly, I replied.

I will do my best. But getting close and working out the arrays wont be simple if we have to hide, he replied.

There is a technique, that I think will help, I told him.

Really? he asked and I nodded. You are only in the third stage. What technique could you have?

It is a secret, but it should help with the arrays. Regardless, we need to get settled into a safe spot where we can observe as much as possible. A tall tree. But other cultivators might be in it. This wont be simple, I said while trying to think of any other good hiding spots.

As a starting point that sounds good, Wen Xue said. After that there wasnt much more to discuss and we fell asleep.

The following day we slept in quite late, had a good meal, and then purchased four packs worth of food and more pills. It was a bit expensive, but I wasnt worried about the cost. And I had us use the cart we had brought with us, to put the food in. Not appearing as cultivators was important in my mind.

That night we went back to the information broker, in disguise and with packs. Thankfully no one bothered us. People in cloaks, late a night, were not people to be bothered lightly. Only a cultivator would take that risk, and Black Rock City had a rank 8 cultivator in charge as the City Lord. The biggest warlord or bandit of the area. As long as people paid their taxes, they wanted things to be calm.

Starting a fight with unknown cultivators inside the city was a huge risk. That was why being mysterious was important in my mind. Wearing our sect robes would let people know we were disciples for sure. But hiding like we were, even if it was only a one percent chance, the risk of us being dangerous cultivators was too high. Criminals wanted soft targets, and over the millennia, the stupidity had been weeded out.

Entering the weapons shop again, the same large man was behind the counter. We are here for Old Hengar, I said.

He is expecting you. Courtyard out back, that door, the man said pointing at another door to his other side compared to the one that led upstairs. Just go through the backroom, straight, and into the courtyard. I nodded at this and we went into the courtyard.

An old man was sitting on a bench stroking a long white beard, and smoking from an elaborate pipe. There was also a large sword next to him. I pulled off my hood and hopped my off stilts.

Junior greets senior, I said with a bow of my head. With my special sight, I could tell this man was an elder. Most likely rank 5 maybe 6. Wen Xue copied me greeting. I wasnt about to call him Old Hengar to his face.

Two of you and those packs to the Floating Island of Death. Three rank 3 spirit coins, he said.

Pardon me senior, but I thought it was one per person, I replied, and he nodded.

Normally, but that weight costs extra. Like another person, he added. I pulled out three rank 3 spirit coins from a pouch. I wasnt going to reveal my spatial items so easily. I then handed them over. He gave me an intense look. I began to get worried for a moment that he would attack and kill us, but in the end he just shook his head.

Get younger every year. But mark my words. This trip is death. That island is death. You will die. Those zombies dont play games. They might not have any brains, but whatever is controlling them isnt stupid and they are fast. Once they spot you, they will swarm, no escape, he said and then got a thoughtful look. Well, you could always jump. But they will jump after you.

What? They would do that? Wen Xue asked worriedly.

Of course. Getting off is the real trick. The island will pull things, and people back. And since you are using my services, you arent strong enough to fly away on your own. That means climbing down. It will be rough. Or if you see me drop someone off, you can flag me down, and I will pick you up. Same price for transport back. I dont pick up people getting chased, though, he said.

That is fine. Any other advice? I asked.

Not really. People hide in the trees. Some have tried digging in the ground. Hanging off the side of the island. Eventually the zombies will find you. Dont underestimate their senses. The more powerful ones tend to stay in the middle of the island inside the buildings, but that doesnt always happen. Occasionally a more powerful one will go on patrol to find people. Once it does, you are dead, he replied and shook his head.