Book 6: Chapter 12: My Agenda Is to Survive

Book 6: Chapter 12: My Agenda Is to Survive

Aside from pulling a comfortable chair out of his storage ring and dropping it by the fireplace for Li Yi Nuo, Sen did his level best to simply ignore the woman. He kept that up for an hour as he made food, all while pretending he didnt notice her watching him anytime she thought he wasnt paying attention. It took a moment of minor concentration, but soon there was a small stone table standing in the center of the common area. Sen put a bunch of food onto the table and finally looked over at Li Yi Nuo. Sighing, he pulled a couple more chairs out of his storage ring and dropped them by the table.

You may as well come and eat something, said Sen.

Sen sat down and poured himself a cup of tea while trying to decide what he wanted to eat first. Li Yi Nuo seemed to have an argument in her head before she eventually stood up and joined him at the table. She didnt seem entirely comfortable, but it didnt look like every movement pained her anymore. Sen supposed he might have hit her a little harder than hed meant to. Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes and took a sip of tea. It had been a trying day and he wanted to snatch at least a moment of calm before questions started flying his way. He sat there like that for most of a minute, even as he felt her gaze boring into him. He didnt bother to open his eyes when he addressed her.

Youre not eating anything. Do you think its poisoned?

You arent eating anything, she said.

Sen opened his eyes and gave her a level, unamused look. Then he deliberately took a little bit of everything and methodically ate it.

Satisfied?

Li Yi Nuo looked a little sheepish as she put food on her plate. Sen went back to sipping tea with his eyes closed. He was able to bask in the relative silence for nearly ten minutes before the inevitable happened.

Who are you?

No one important, said Sen.

I think we both know thats not true. You can wield multiple kinds of qi.

So can you.

Not like you can. I can muster up a little metal qi to go with my wind qi. You throw around qi like you have an affinity for everything. You could join any sect on the continent and have them throwing resources at you. Theyd hail you as a genius.

Sen opened his eyes again. Okay.

Thats it? Just, okay.

What should I say? Im not interested in joining a sect. I certainly dont care what they would think of me.

Sen watched her expression sour at his clear indifference to sects and what he considered their very dubious benefits. He almost expected her to jump to the defense of her sect or sects in general. Instead, she visibly smoothed her face into something that didnt quite reach friendly but wasnt actively aggravated. He thought it was an admirable demonstration of self-control given that hed intentionally poked a sore spot. She focused on the thing hed initially ignored, although he hadnt ignored it spitefully.

And what about being able to use more than one type of qi?

Sen shrugged. What about it? Youve clearly seen me do it. I didnt think there was anything more to say about it.

She focused on him again. What?

When you become powerful and famous, or when you get a reputation for it, the more powerful will want to use you or that reputation for their own ends. Most of them dont careif youre not interested in helping. Many of them would rather kill you than take no for an answer.

The more powerful. Like who? she asked before understanding dawned. You mean sects. You mean my sect.

For example, but its not just them. Sects, nobility, royalty, nascent soul cultivators. Almost all of them have agendas and see people as disposable tools. If youre not willing to be used, then they see it as a sign that you should be broken.

Not everyone is like that. My sect didnt send me to make you serve some agenda. They sent me because you did something to those disciples. Something no one seems to know how to fix.

But they didnt send you to ask questions, did they?

Well, no, said a perplexed Li Yi Nuo.

They dont care if those disciples did something to provoke me into doing what I did. I doubt they really even care if those disciples can be healed. They sent you to bring me back so they can take revenge. So they can restore the slighted honor of the sect. That is an agenda. In fact, I bet youve got some kind of suppression treasure to keep me in line, right?

For all the good it did me. But what about your agenda?

Sen blinked a few times as he tried to figure out what she meant. My agenda?

You just said powerful people have agendas. Youre powerful. So, whats your agenda?

Huh. I guess theres a logic to that, said Sen as he thought it over. Isnt it obvious?

No. If it were obvious, I wouldnt have had to ask.

Then I suspect youre crediting me with too much cleverness because my agenda is as simple as they come. My agenda is to survive.

Li Yi Nuo rolled her eyes. Everyone has that agenda.

Yes, but not everyone has come as close to death as I have as often as I have. Those experiences tend to strip away the inconsequential. You stop worrying about things like building a reputation, forging an empire, or protecting the illusion of your honor because youre too busy trying to make sure that youre going to see tomorrow.

And you think that things like a sects honor are inconsequential?

I know that its completely trivial. But I have no intention of debating the value of honor with you. Ive already had that very tedious argument with someone, and Im not trying to convince you of anything. The point is that I stopped caring about those kinds of things about nine near-death experiences ago. I dont have some complicated agenda or long-term plan that Im trying to carry out. All that Im after is to survive long enough to ascend. Thats it.

You say that like ascension is a certainty.

Sen just gave her an enigmatic smile and shrugged.