Book 5: Chapter 51: Not Funny

Book 5: Chapter 51: Not Funny

Sen left the home of Tan Lin and Ung Wen feeling much more thoughtful than he ever would have expected. Hed been of a mind to make a simple deal and get some formation flags. Instead, hed left with a challenge. He was relatively confident that he could meet the challenge. At least, he thought he could if Fu Ruolan had the right resources available. Tan Lin had been willing to make the formation flags that Sen wanted in exchange for a pill that would help his wife break through. Sen had immediately rejected that idea. Sen was willing to make the pill. He actually liked the idea of taking on a commission like that. Itd be like his days making elixirs back in that village. What he wasnt interested in doing was helping Ung Wen break through to core formation just to leave the pair penniless. Given that Tan Lin was also seemingly trapped at the cusp of core formation, Sen had offered them a different bargain. Something that stood to benefit all of them. Knowing that he was going to be using formations possibly for centuries or even thousands of years, Sen wanted someone who could initially act as a regular supplier for him.

In the long run, though, he wanted to learn how to make the flags if he could. There was, of course, no guarantee that was possible. While Sen had a lot of confidence in himself, he also knew that not everyone could learn how to do everything to the same level of competence. For all of the time and money that Fu Ruolan had poured into learning alchemy, she wasnt a match for Auntie Caihong. She wasnt even really a match for Sens raw talent. However, he was under no illusion that he could match the raw scope of her knowledge about plants, reagents, or traditional alchemical techniques. While he could do things that she couldnt, the reverse was also true. He was utterly, almost hilariously hopeless in using the techniques that most alchemists considered essential. If he could master the techniques used in creating formation flags, though, it would be an invaluable skill for the rest of his life. Sen was more than happy to craft something that would help them both break through in exchange for a ready supplier and, when Sens time was his own again, instruction.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

It was with those thoughts swirling around in his head that he made his way back to Lo Meifengs home. He noticed that the formations were in their passive state, but didnt give it much thought. A knock on the door brought Lo Meifeng, who just gave him an exasperated look.

You dont need to knock, she said. This place belongs to you more than it ever belonged to me.

Sen shook his head. I gave it to you. Its yours. Besides, I wouldnt want to walk in on anything that you might consider embarrassing.

Lo Meifeng lifted an eyebrow. Such as?

Sen stumbled mentally at that question.

You know, he said.

Know what? she asked, the picture of perplexed innocence.

You might have a guest, said Sen, feeling off-balance.

Why would that embarrass me?

Sen started to answer when he realized what was happening. She was having fun at his expense. He had to admit that shed done it so nonchalantly that he hadnt seen it coming. Sen decided he might as well try to turn the tables.

I just thought you might not enjoy it if I walked in while you were in the throes of passion and screaming your lovers name.

Lo Meifeng didnt miss a beat. Whatever gave you the impression that Id be the one screaming someones name.

Sen didnt have a good answer for that. Lo Meifeng turned and walked back into the house with a look of triumph on her face. Sen followed her in and closed the door. Whats with her today? He found her lounging on a small mat and sipping something that his enhanced senses told him was alcoholic. He settled on another mat and leaned his head back against the wall. A quick scan of the house with his spiritual sense told him that they were alone. He went back and forth in his head before he finally asked the question he always knew he would ask.

What happened with Chan Yu Ming?

Oh, I killed her, said Lo Meifeng with a negligent motion of her hand.

Sen felt his mouth drop open as he stared at the woman. Hed been a little apprehensive about leaving Chan Yu Ming with Lo Meifeng. Hed even casually considered the idea that she might do something to the princess, but hed dismissed it. Shed avoided killing that Zixin guy because she said she didnt want trouble from the local sects. Killing Chan Yu Ming would bring a whole different kind of trouble to her door.

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Uh-huh.

Alright. Fine. Its not the entire reason I did it. Do you know how many people Ive killed?

Lo Meifeng sat up a little straighter and her expression became more serious. No.

Neither do I. I knew when I left that mountain that Id probably have to kill, but I never imagined it would be so many. I mean, Ive only been a wandering cultivator for a handful of years, and Ive already lost count. I dont see that as a good thing or as an accomplishment. Thats not even considering how many spirit beasts Ive killed. I guess that some cultivators might see that as normal or just the way of things, but I never really wanted to kill anyone. I was looking for a reason not to kill her. The fact that shes not evil was a reason. So, I took it.

Sen, said Lo Meifeng, sounding very, very concerned, you can always find a reason not to kill someone. It doesnt mean you should always take it.

I know. Way back when I sort of thought Id be the exception and never have to kill anyone. Ive seen now that there are some people the world is better off without. There are some people who wont leave you that choice. There are people you have to kill because, if you dont, they will seek vengeance on you later. But do you honestly think Chan Yu Ming is one of those? She came here with six people and only one of them really wanted the fight. So, I killed him. She could have recruited a hundred people who had a real shot at killing me.

Lo Meifeng thought it over before offering a reluctant nod. Shes probably not that kind of person. But that doesnt mean she wont become one of them. Time has a way of making people think that theyre right.

Maybe so. And if she does, Ill do what I have to do. Right here, right now, though, I dont have to kill her. So, Im choosing not to.

I dont know how many people Ive killed, said Lo Meifeng, frowning.

Sen decided to get back at her a little bit. Well, I guess thats to be expected.

Why is that?

I mean when someone gets to be as venerable as you Sen began.

It was only an inhumanly fast movement that saved Sen from getting hit in the head with a wine bottle. He let out a laugh and dodged a cup, a small table, and the mat that Lo Meifeng had been sitting on. Sen held up his hands.

I surrender, he said, still laughing.

Now that wasnt funny, said Lo Meifeng, glowering at him from across the room.

It was a little funny.

Eyes wild with fury, Lo Meifeng started looking around the room. Sen presumed it was for something else to throw at him.

Okay. Okay. Im sorry. It wasnt funny.

Lo Meifeng sniffed at him and walked out of the room.