Chapter 797

Chapter 797

As the battle for Shi Bei rages on, I stand firm on the battlements and watch it all unfold while simultaneously waging a war with my own emotions.

Despite my light-hearted response to the whole, I am your father, thing, theres no denying the fact that its left me with a whole host of uncomfortable emotions Id really rather not deal with, but in the absence of anything else I can do, Ive no choice but to face the facts. After transmigrating into the body of a twelve-year-old child, my first memory of this world is opening my eyes to find myself on stage at a slave auction, meaning I have more than a decade of life unaccounted for, provided I didnt just spring into existence as a twelve-year-old child. Which you know, couldve been possible, because I dunno. Magic.

While I myself have never cared too much about my host bodys personal history, when my Half-Demon progenitor revealed his face, the surge of contempt and antipathy roiling within my chest was too raw and real to be ignored. I recognized his face even before he removed his helmet and knew that everything he said was more or less true, because if it wasnt, I wouldnt hate and fear him as much as I do. I still have no memories of who he is or what time we spent together, no specific events or abuses to conjure up as reason for my enmity, but those emotions are there all the same. Theres a bitter, seething constriction in my chest as thoughts of violence play out every time I picture his face, and despite my best efforts to stop thinking about him, my hands are still clenched in fury and lips twisted in a snarl from just knowing he still breathes. Its taken every scrap of willpower I have to stand firm on the battlements instead of striding out into battle to bait him into attacking, but I still find myself eagerly hoping hell show himself again so I can plant my rifle in his face and render his cold, arrogant features into a bloody, unrecognizable pulp.

So suffice it to say that I have some hang-ups about my birth father that I was previously unaware of, and I am not pleased to know they exist.

Thats the worst of it, knowing hes who he claims to be without question and hating him without understanding why. I just know it to be true even though I cant remember his name or the name I supposedly cast away in favour of Falling Rain, which in and of itself was a mistake more than anything else. Dont get me wrong, I kinda like the name I have now, even if it is a little unwieldy at times, and its a nice added bonus having an extra brother and grandfather in the family. Granted, theyre both hella surly and generally unpleasant to be around, but theyre good people and family is family after all. Thats the real kicker, because as much as I love my new family, I now have no choice but to accept the truth Ive tried to deny for so long, that I was unwanted by my mother and father who cast me out to die like an unwanted pest. Much as I try to pretend like I dont care, I do care because deep down, I am still affected by the memories and emotions of the person whose body I am inhabiting, a child who so desperately wanted his parents to love him. I am Rayne, Falling Rain, and Baledagh all at once, but I am also whoever I was before I transmigrated to this world. Even though I dont remember a damn thing from before I opened my eyes on that slave auction stage, I am still affected by it all the same.

Maybe theres still a sliver of the original soul still left behind, or maybe those memories arent memories, but leftover emotions ingrained into my soul. Who knows.

Worst of all? Now I get to wrestle with a mountain of sorrow and resentment as I mourn a mother whose face I cant remember despite knowing she loathed me enough to sell me as a slave. This I also know to be true, because it pains me in a way that is all too real. This is the betrayal the Abbot was asking about, the traumatic event in my early childhood that led to my massive trust issues and the underlying reason why I never asked about my birth parents in this life despite my boundless curiosity. I knew it would be unpleasant, and now it has come time to deal with this truth Ive been avoiding for so long.

My birth mother didnt love me and cast me away because I was unable to fill the void in her heart left by the absence of her precious little light.

That would be Gerel, whose name literally means light in the language of the People. I knew I didnt like him the second I laid eyes on him, but I never really understood why until now. Hes my brother, the person I failed to live up to in my mothers eyes, so its no wonder why I admire and yearn to surpass him. Not only is he everything I want to be, but more than that, hes the person I was supposed to replace in my mothers heart, a role I failed to live up to and a truth I feel so keenly it pains me in ways I cannot even describe. When that hateful bastard of a Half-Demon started telling us about her dismal fate, I told Gerel to ignore him because I knew he only wanted to see our pain, but that advice was also for me because I was ready to throw myself at our progenitor to rend him limb from limb for what he did to my mother, someone whose face I cannot even remember but still love all the same.

A good thing I didnt move however, because in all likelihood I wouldve been the one rent from limb to limb, since it is now painfully clear that I am no match for a Peak Expert in single combat.

Something Ive known all along, but still not a pleasant truth to face, especially in light of Dads high expectations. Forget the stupid Half-Demon progenitor whose name I refuse to ask for, because the only father in my life is Baatar, and it stings to know Ive let him down. Not that he would ever say as much, or even care too much about it, and I can feel his love and pride emanating from somewhere nearby, but it still hurts to know I couldnt live up to the hype after riding in on a massive tidal wave of Water Chi. Dad wanted me to show off my skills and raise morale for the soldiers of Shi Bei, but all I managed to do was compromise my sisters safety and almost get both of us killed.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Thats why Dad and Naaran both quailed before Akanais gaze, because theyd overestimated my abilities and showed everyone that Im not as strong as they thought. Thats not to say Im weak either, as Im strong enough to kill a Peak Expert, but not strong enough to go toe to toe in a fair fight. Ive collected all the ingredients necessary to bake me into a Peak Expert, but I messed around with the recipe and came out as something not better or worse exactly, just different. In more helpful terms, I have all tools necessary to punch above my weight class, and even take a hit here and there if I need to, but the competence with which I use said tools is sorely lacking. For example, if I were a real Peak Expert, Mataram YuGans surprise attack wouldnt have blown me off my feet. I know how to parry attacks with Deflection, mitigate impacts through Reverberation, and maintain my poise through Stability, but despite sensing the attack before it arrived, I was only able to Deflect YuGans attack, which was why Alsantset felt it necessary to come to my rescue in the first place.

This might sound like Im being overly harsh on myself, but I set the bar pretty high when I made my big entrance on this battlefield, to say nothing of how I cut down a Divinity with a single blow. Me failing to even meet the basic standards of a Peak Expert is like finding out your role model thinks the earth is flat and that lizard people are in control of the government. Really takes away the shine of his or her accomplishments, and the shame and embarrassment are almost more than I can bear. Especially in light of everything else thats happened in the last twenty-four hours, so rather than push my luck and go back into battle once more, I stand on the battlements and try to get a handle on my emotions.

Which goes about as well as it usually does, meaning not at all. Stewing in my discontent, I comfort myself by comforting my scared doggo in the vast emptiness of my Natal Palace, cuddling him close and patting his chest while leaving the bulk of the outside world to my Natal Souls. Peace and Tranquility are a sight to behold as they float around and defend me like sentient weapons, but even as cool as they are, theyre not all that effective against a guarded foe. Even the average Chosen has the power, speed, and coordination needed to knock my flying weapons out of the air, with the caveat being that they see them coming. More than once, my sword and shield have been sent hurtling away by Joe Chosen batting for the Defiled, and it takes a not insignificant amount of effort and willpower to rein them back in. Granted, it doesnt really feel like Im doing anything at all, what with my Natal Souls handling all the minutia, but that doesnt mean it doesnt tire me out. I can feel my Chi flowing through my Spiritual system as my weapons fly about, guided by my senses both physical and Spiritual to hunt down any and all Concealed assailants converging around me.

Which I gotta admit, is pretty damned handy. Even if I fail to kill every last Wraith or Half-Demon, theyre forced to reveal themselves in order to defend against my flying weapons, leaving them easy prey for Dad, Naaran, and the rest of my hidden protectors waiting in the wings. Still doesnt make up for the loss of face, given how I came in looking like I could call the winds and summon the rains but ended up not being able to carry my own weight in a battle between Peak Experts. I set expectations at an unfathomable height and let everyone watch as I failed to even reach the bar, which hurts me all the more because now Ive made a short joke at my own expense.

Seriously, this might be the most infuriating part of all. Where is the justice in this world? Do genetics not matter anymore? Gerel, Naaran, and that stupid smug Half-Demon arent the tallest Warriors around, but no one would ever call them short, so why am I a pint-sized manlet instead of a towering hero on the battlefield? Stupid Gerel and his former baldness, looking oh so majestic with his long, flowing hair and shimmering black and silver Runic Armour, the very picture of a valiant Warrior as he trades blows with the Crimson Reaper in a furious exchange. That should be me, looking all awesome and inspiring like a hero out of fable, but noooo. I have to stand here trying not to pout because pouting makes me look like a petulant child.

But I cant help it. I have to pout. I just remembered that my parents never loved me and it hurts more than I care to admit.

To take my mind off my enigmatic past and plethora of personal issues, I turn my mind towards unravelling the mysteries of the Dao instead, and boy there are a lot of them. The more I learn about the Dao, the more questions I uncover, something that is neither new nor unexpected, but a concept that is truly hammered home now that I am skilled enough to perceive the intricacies of what constitutes a Peak Expert. Take Alsantset for example, who pushed past her limits to become comparable to a Peak Expert in offensive ability, a feat which I can envision and explain as many times as I want yet still never replicate through my own efforts. The what is easy, as she merged with her Domain to essentially Domain Plate her physical and mental self, which resulted in an Augmentation of her abilities. This allowed her to not only move faster and hit harder than ever before, but also react with inhuman reflexes and ingrained instinct born from countless hours spent Demonstrating the Forms. As for the how? No idea. Not a single clue. It makes sense, but also doesnt make sense, and I have no idea why it works much less how to follow suit. Even though I can create a Domain Exo-Suit to help empower me in battle, its not the same as Domain Plating every fibre of my physical existence, which is just as complex as it sounds.

The first match I am drawn to is the closest one, a gripping battle between my newfound older brother Gerel and the Mataram Brigadier who I only know as the Crimson Reaper. Despite being maybe half his opponents age, Gerel is doing more than holding his own in their exchange of glaive against spear, their movements so smooth and fast I doubt most soldiers can even follow it. Though it appears as if theyre evenly matched at first glance, I sense that Gerel has the upper hand, for hidden within his powerful, domineering, and almost berserk style of offense is a hint of soft tenderness that tempers his strength from within. Though it appears as if he is holding nothing back and giving this battle his all, he is wholly in control of his actions and not yet reaching beyond his abilities while his foe is clearly already going all out. Regardless of what Movements they use or cunning tricks they have in hand, Gerel should win this match maybe seven times out of ten, because he is able to hold back that tiny little bit which offers him so much more freedom and versatility to work with.

When you strike with all your might, you have no margin for error, but if you swing with ninety percent instead, you can exert 100% to alter course if need be. Theres more to it than that, but even this much is enough to show the difference between them, one that will only grow as their match stretches into hundreds, if not thousands of exchanges made.

Theyre close enough that I could probably send a flying sword their way, but I doubt Gerel would be pleased to know that Id helped. If anything, hed probably shoot me an angry glare for ruining his chance to progress along the Martial Dao mid-combat, so Ill leave a Natal Soul to monitor him for now and help only if necessary.

The next match to catch my attention is one between Situ Chi Gan, the aged guardian of the Situ Clan and Mataram Minzhe, the Whirling Dervish. Fascinating as it is to watch Chi Gan fend off a flurry of attacks with every wave of his sword, this is a battle too far beyond my meagre comprehension to benefit from. The same goes for Jeong Hyo-Lynns match against a Half-Demon Bristleboar, whose chitinous hide appears impervious to the Sword Saints triumvirate of weapons as she weaves in and out of combat to avoid his devastating flurry of twin hammer blows. Marshal Quyen Huongs battle is much easier to understand as he holds multiple Peak Experts at bay using his massive, oversized halberd, a weapon maybe three and half times longer than he is tall which he wields like a conductors cane in one hand.

Grandpa Du, Exarch Gam, Lei Gong, OuYang Yuhuan, none of these matches and more spark any sort of Insight or Enlightenment, which is really what Im after here and now. Each of those Warriors stand at the Peak of the Martial Path and arrived there through means entirely their own, so I would be better served studying someone who took a more orthodox route. One name immediately springs to mind and I turn my attention to Hongji, where I find him still deeply immersed in Insight even after four, long hours of fighting. With a wave of his arm, he delivers an Ethereal Backhand Pimp Slap that is nothing like the Palm of old, one which sweeps clear the battlements before him and knocks a Mataram Half-Demon off his feet. One of Hongjis subordinates deals the fallen Defiled a lethal blow, for the good Commander has no time to spare as he fends off three more Peak Experts whove come to take his head.

An Ethereal Fist shoots out and slams home into the first Half-Demon, cracking his armour and sending him flying off the battlements. Following up his punch with another wave of his hand, Hongji delivers what appears to be another Ethereal Palm only for his foes to brace themselves to resist it. The cunning tactician knows better than to use the same move twice however, which is why this seemingly broad Palm is actually a concentrated Slap instead, one which hammers into his closest foe. Blood and teeth spray out in all directions as the unfortunate Half-Demon spins in place, but he wont suffer the pain of regrowing teeth as the slap was so powerful and directed that it snapped his neck. Still waiting for a palm that will never come, the third Half-Demon doesnt even have time to scream as Hongjis Ethereal Finger plunges into his eye and exits out the back of his skull, spewing brain-matter across the concrete battlements that is soon absorbed as well.

Four Peak Experts killed in less time than it takes to blink. Should he survive today, this singular exchange proves Chen Hongji is more than deserving of the title Living Legend of the Empire, and I intend to see that he receives his due consideration.

Seeing these Ethereal attacks makes the pieces fall into place in my mind, for I see in them the sheer versatility of the eight basic Chi Skills. Not just in how theyre used individually, but also how theyre combined in various ways. Ive already accepted that the four Primal Blessings each represent a subset of the myriad of unique forces in the universe, ones that are intrinsically linked with the eight basic Chi Skills, but now, Hongji has shown that you dont need a Blessing or Talent to meld those Chi skills together. Seems like a fairly obvious statement, given how everyone and their mother knows how to use Reinforcement and Amplification to magnify the power of their attacks, but thats merely using the two skills in tandem, or one overlaid the other. What Im talking is more than that, not just a combination of two skills but a merger of them to create a new skill that is greater than the sum of its parts, something which is far more difficult and complex than it sounds.

And yet, the results are well worth the effort. Just look at Hongjis Ethereal Palm, which is more than just Domain Plating, but also a combination of Reinforcement, Deflection, and Guiding to unleash a physical attack using Chi. Add in a dash of Amplification on impact and he has his Palm, but a piercing Ethereal Finger requires no small amount of Honing added to the mix, while an Ethereal Fist requires Stability to bind all the forces tighter together, and a Slap requires Reverberation on top of that as well to differentiate it from the solid force of the Fist and pushing force of the Palm. Hongji doesnt just layer these skills overtop his plated Domain either, but merges them within it, creating a unique combination of skills that forms a completely new force which is wholly unlike any of the base forces it is comprised of. Palm Force, Fist Force Finger Force? Ew. Slap Force? Ha.

Okay, the naming scheme needs work, I admit that much. Even though the Abbot would say I am taking the simple and making it complex, I cant help but feel as if each of those new and unique forces deserves their own name, because theyre clearly different. Yes, at the base level, its just using a combination of the eight Chi skills in different varying mixes, but names have meaning. Cake and bread use the same basic ingredients, but theyre still different enough to deserve distinction. In this same vein, this opens up the possibilities to a myriad of different forces in the world, like Sword Force, Sabre Force, Spear Force, Hammer Force, and more, for there are an infinite myriad of Daos in the world and each one is unique in its own way. A sword is different from a sabre, no one would argue this, the same way everyone understands that a thrust from a spear is very different from getting stabbed by a knife. Whats more, even though I say that these forces are a melding of the basic forces, it's not so simple to accomplish using Chi skills alone. Similar to how two Martial Warriors will find it difficult to merge their strengths together due to differences in style, mindset, and ability, merging two Chi skills together is like trying to put together a puzzle wherein the pieces are constantly changing in shape and orientation like like

Like electrons in a chemical compound. Sort of? Kinda? Maybe?

Boy. Jolted out of my thoughts by Akanais Sending, it takes me a moment to decipher the rest of her message in a way that makes sense to my distracted brain. If you wait any longer to act, we might well lose the city and battle altogether. Its cute that she thinks I can do something to change the outcome without breaking the Treaty, but then it occurs to me that shes much smarter than I am and probably knows something Ive overlooked. Once again exhibiting her mind-reading skills, Akanais tone tells me shes rolling her eyes as she Sends, Your Aura boy. Hone it to distract the Enemy Peak Experts. Start with the Mataram Patriarch who is about to skewer Han BoHai.

Seriously?

All this time, Ive been wracking my brain for ways to help out, and I just jumped straight to Devour Demons and hand out Heavenly Energy like presents on Christmas without even considering Honed Aura?

God damnit. I hope everyone is wrong and there really is a cure for stupidity, because I sure as hell could use one.

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