Book 8: Chapter 27: Why Settle for a Blunt Statement

Book 8: Chapter 27: Why Settle for a Blunt Statement

“And then,” said Chan Dishi, howling with laughter, “he just looks around at everyone and says, ‘Go home.’ Like he was dismissing annoying servants. It was magnificent! Oh, you should have seen the faces of all those sect cultivators. Half of them looked like they were going to keel over from fear, the other half looked like they wanted to throw themselves at him. The very best, though, was Feng Bai working so hard to keep a neutral expression that he looked like he was constipated!”

The cultivator’s laughter became almost uncontrolled as he bent at the waist and started slapping his leg. While Jing could appreciate a little of the humor in the moment, he wasn’t as certain that aggravating the patriarch of the Steel Gryphon sect was going to be a good thing for Sen in the long run. Those two had, at least according to semi-reliable rumors, found themselves at cross-purposes twice already. That Sen still lived suggested that he had been the victor both times. Feng Bai wasn’t a man known for his calm, patient personality, which made it all too likely that he was looking for a way to get back at Sen. Although, that was ultimately a secondary concern for Jing, as he knew that there was almost nothing he could do to prevent that.

His sister, Yu Ming, had been very clear with him about the line between the mortal world and Jianghu. Sen had been equally clear, even if he’d described it in very different terms. Cultivator conflicts were, ultimately, outside the purview of any mortal authority. It was something that both irked and relieved Jing. It irked him because those conflicts often boiled over and resulted in damage and death which did become his problem. It relieved him because the power of even an individual cultivator was often incomprehensible. A fact that had been driven home all too clearly by Sen’s little display outside of the city. The displays today, though, were a problem for Jing. He doubted that Sen had considered all of the consequences or likely even planned half of what he’d done.

By all reports, though, Sen turned what had been the Xie manor into some kind of cultivator citadel. That was going to make waves because, according to tradition, no noble manor was more heavily fortified or defended than the royal palace. By turning his manor into that kind of a fortress, though, Sen had come within a hair’s breadth of informally declaring himself the king. That Sen was wholly unaware of that fact would not be known among the other noble houses. They would read it as a blunt declaration of strength. A declaration only reinforced by the way that Sen had simply expelled all of the Xie family into the city to suffer whatever Karma decided to throw their way. Some had sought refuge with other houses. Most had found those doors firmly shut against them. The few who had managed to talk their way into shelter had found that shelter summarily withdrawn after Sen’s very public renovations. For the moment, at least, no one wanted to tempt the wrath of Judgment’s Gale.

“Tell me about the new walls again,” said Jing.

“Oh man, those things practically reach to the sky now,” said Chan Dishi in an obvious exaggeration.

“Really?”

“I know, right?! I need to buy that guy a drink and pick his brain. I thought I was good at intimidation, but I’ve clearly got some things to learn.”

***

“That was rather exhilarating, don’t you think?” asked Lai Dongmei.

“I thought it was a bit ostentatious,” said Tu Nayao, a sullen note in her voice.

Lai Dongmei offered the woman a mild look of disapproval. The mood in the sect had blackened ever since word arrived that Judgment’s Gale was back in the city, or back in the city officially. She knew that he’d been in and out of the capital a few times over the past few years. She’d even had one moment of annoyance with the young man. If he was going to be in the city, it would seem that he could take the time to say hello. When it became clear that he was making an effort to go unnoticed, and that his occasional visits rarely lasted more than half a day, that annoyance had vanished. If he went anywhere near a sect, or the palace, or even to visit that friend of his... Lai Dongmei tried to recall the woman’s name. Lo Meifeng, she thought. That was it. If he went near anything resembling a formal power structure or someone too familiar, his visit would stop being casual and become official instantly.

Now that he was here publicly, she had rather expected him to visit quickly. He was a young man, and Lu Sen had been very enthusiastic when last they met. Certainly not the most skilled lover she’d ever had because nothing could replace centuries of practice. What he had been was so correctable. Always open to suggestions. It was as if he left all that stupid male pride at the bedroom door. That had been an aphrodisiac all by itself, and he was so very nice to look at. She was also well aware that his departure had been a cause of celebration in the sect. All of those hopeful men and women had thought that they had a chance. She even briefly entertained the idea of taking a lover, but it obviously couldn’t be anyone in the sect itself, and finding someone outside the sect was just too much effort. Besides, she was an almost absurdly busy woman. Granted, she might make running a sect look easy, but it wasn’t easy. It took constant management. There was always some minor crisis happening. Some mistake that needed to be corrected.

After seeing what the man had done earlier that day, though, she understood why she hadn’t seen him. Dismantling a noble house and claiming it for himself must have taken some serious planning, to say nothing of negotiation with the king. Lu Sen was reported to be friends with the king, but she had thought the death of the old king and how it came about might have strained that relationship. If it had, though, Jing had gotten over it. And then that display with putting up defenses. It had been positively delicious. Feng Bai had looked like he was swallowing lava before he’d gotten his expression under control. She was going to cherish that memory for the rest of time. As for Sen, well, he’d been strong for his advancement that last time they met, but that had been a naked show of force that exceedingly few cultivators in the capital could match. On top of that, it had been a lesson in what perfect control looked like. He wasn’t even a nascent soul cultivator yet and was already doing things that would have strained her control.

As much as she’d enjoyed that show, she was more ambivalent about a cultivator noble house on this side of the Mountains of Sorrow. It could be problematic, or it could turn out to be nothing at all. It really depended on what Sen’s plans were. She’d need to talk to him about it. In private. Preferably in her bed. Perhaps she’d need to arrange a meeting. She had been invited to that thing with the foreign cultivators. It was an empty gesture on the king’s part. The patriarchs and matriarchs never attended, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t attend. The idea amused her. Ignoring all those fawning nobles while distracting Sen with outrageous suggestions could be fun. She’d need just the right attire, though. Something elegant. No, she thought. Something elegant and provocative. She started searching through her wardrobe. I might need to get something made.