Chapter 705

Chapter 705

Looking over the sea, what Anton really wanted was Paradise. Having a friendly lord of the sea would really do well for Inistra right now. Unfortunately even if Paradise himself were open to the idea, it would be a bit difficult to transport him four hundred lightyears.

Then there was the matter of origin. Local beastmaster sects would be more valuable for such a task, whether they solely tamed beasts or treated them as partners. Ultimately, the difference for those who were effective tended to be minimal. There were exceptions like the Ultimate Phoenix Sect whose sect head was willing to sacrifice their beasts to preserve his own life, but most understood that a beast was as valuable as any of their other members.

There was no amount of time that would allow Anton to know everything about a planet- at best, he could memorize the most well known sects and cultivators. The same was true of Inistra, so just because he couldnt think of any suitable candidates didnt mean they didnt exist.

Jamilah, Anton drew her attention for his following question, Do you know any beast cultivation sects that could tame deep sea creatures?

She shook her head. Locally, we have very few. Some live off of the local wildlife, but the closest we have is the Lustrous Pearl Sect.

What do they do?

They raise big clams, for the sake of growing oversized pearls. Theyre valued for their looks and their properties for enchantments.

Not exactly inspiring in their combat prowess, Anton admitted. Though I suppose they could be useful fortifying areas in a defensive fashion. As he spoke, he was sweeping the whole Reef of Serenity. The whole thing was made up of various components, including central islands and sandbars that had been built up in various ways. That included intention depositions of stone, occasionally shipwrecks that were left in place, and coral growths among other things. What about them? Anton asked. Realizing Jamilah couldnt sense what he meant, he elaborated. The coral guys.

Coral cultivators? I suppose rock cultivators are useful for fortifying our harbors, but thats about it

Corals are animals, Anton said.

Sorry?

Theyre little animals that make rocky homes. Often with some amount of algae along with them for the sake of photosynthesis.

I have heard that, I suppose, Jamilah said. I never really studied them closely.

Why not? Anton asked. How long have you lived here?

My whole life.

And you havent taken a close look at coral? Theyre so interesting! Anton said. You should.

Im not going to change my style of cultivation.

Anton grinned, I wasnt saying you should. I was just saying you should know as much as possible about everything local. I can still remember every nook and cranny of my forest Though it had changed greatly since he became a cultivator, he still recognized the forest near old Dungannon.

Will this help deal with the looming threat of a sea beast tide?

It will make you more relaxed and happy, Anton replied. Or you might hate them, but I doubt it. Every living thing is worth taking a close look at. Anton stepped forward. Im going to go talk to that coral sect.

Good luck, I suppose, Jamilah said.

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The first target Anton picked out was a woman with hair bleached white by age and the sun, naturally dark skin pigmentation a shade deeper from the latter. The winkled woman was not the strongest among the coral cultivators, nor did she seem to have a place among the elders. Nor did Anton detect great talent- after all, at her age one would expect more from her cultivation. Instead, he chose her because she looked happy.

Found an interesting one? he asked, moving next to the woman as she floated on the surface and peered into the waters below.

Theyre all interesting, she said without even turning to look. Look at these, like rainbow flowers in bloom. Almost makes you want to pick them up and pretend theyre a bouquet.

That would probably be a problem, Anton said. Theyd dry out.

Plus the toxins, the woman said. That wouldnt be great for you either.

Thats pretty obvious.

Thats the only one I had, Anton shrugged. But its not about what insights I have. Its about yours. Its quite simple to glean insights from simple interest. And quite conveniently, there should be a route to improve yourself in the same way as the corals grow.

Im a bit solitary to have a whole colony, Cahya explained. I joined the sect out of convenience, really.

But it fit you, did it not?

On the surface, she agreed. But eventually, I determined many points of contention.

A method that doesnt quite fit you almost as if it might be imperfect, Anton commented.

So youre selling a perfect cultivation method? Cahya asked. You could find someone with more money.

Ill consider that, when I have a perfect cultivation method. But unfortunately, the only one it will be perfect for is myself. As for you, I have studied many methods. If we establish motivation for you, I can help you deal with areas of energy control that might trouble you. Or be a sounding board for insights. He pointed to something that looked vaguely akin to a vine waving in the currents. Is that also a coral?

Soft-bodied kind, Cahya explained.

I see, Anton said. It has the color and feel, but theyre all quite different. I know the surface details about them, but Id like to hear more. Oh, and I would suggest circulating your cultivation as you study them. Dont concern yourself with being slow about it. I guarantee it will be worth the effort, and it might even be better than hours sitting in a room meditating about words on a page.

Anton took his own advice, not that he ever really stopped. If he wanted to, he could say in constant daylight but he found that rest and night were good for him, even if he didnt necessarily need to sleep. Perhaps that made him less like the sun, but so be it. Or maybe they just hid their rest cycles better.

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The arrival of the sword saint on Yaitis came with a clear threat- the promise of death. Chidi clutched his chest as he felt the promise of bisection, no- being minced into tiny little pieces. All that, and the Augmentation cultivator was still on the far side of the planet as far as he could discern.

Whats wrong? Aconite asked.

The sword saint has arrived, Chidi said. He could feel the blade, though just barely beneath the rage of its wielder. He felt a strange malice from the weapon itself, but he couldnt quite pick out the reason. It almost felt like the blade hated its master. Or perhaps that was him projecting. Regardless of his interpretation, the feeling faded quickly. Even an Augmentation cultivator could not project their energy so strongly forever. It was a simple taunt- but not for Chidi. Though perhaps he felt a sliver of disdain for him personally. No, the clearly intended recipient would be grandmaster Chikere. And he had no doubt she would be on her way to face the sword saint soon enough.

Should we inform someone?

Chidi hadnt even considered that. It just seemed natural to him that everyone would have felt that. But the moment he set about to find someone, he felt it.

Blades clashing. Had Chikere been waiting for him where he landed? Chidis legs gave out from under him as he focused everything on feeling the tiniest traces of the battle. He wanted to be there, though he had the feeling that if he was he would die- regardless of anyone intentionally attacking him.

Chidi, Aconite nudged him worriedly.

Sorry. Im feeling the battle, he said from his position sprawled out on the ground. He realized how she got there. Chikere could cut through space, hed seen her do it. Though she didnt do so when traveling with him. Possibly because she couldnt, or didnt feel like it. More likely, it would have overwhelmed him. Hed thought hed experienced her serious, but just the tiniest traces of the battle reaching him made him tremble.

Could anything survive around them?

He felt the power of the sword saint, a power far greater than Rakiyas Integration cultivation. Chikere was good, but was she good enough to survive that? The battle raged on for minutes. Perhaps she was.

Then, space tore apart next to him. Chikere stumbled out, surrounded by fifty blades. She fell to one knee. Blood dripped down her body in great rivers. Chidi could feel the lingering intent behind the slashes, cuts, and stab wounds.

It wasnt just her body that was wounded. Chidi felt nicks in her blades, which he knew were always kept pristine. Then there was her replacement arm, her right. It was dangling from her right shoulder, cut through in many places. It barely managed to clutch a broken sword between its fingers.

The worst part of her visage, however, was the trails running down her face that werent blood. Though the composition of tears wasnt all that different from blood, Chidi could distinguish between them well enough.

Dammit Chikere said, her muscles trembling. Why why did it have to happen like this?

Chidi brought himself to attention. Grandmaster. Please tell me what happened. He was going to have to get her to treat her wounds, but perhaps hearing the story from her would distract her from her pain. Or perhaps it would make it worse.