Grace Anderson

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  • by Grace Anderson I moved through the large swaths of grass and open fields, trees rose ever so sparingly in this enclosed area, though I have little understanding of if this whole place was a part of this world, or from the stuff I read when I was back on earth, a separate enclosed dimension. Though unlikely, this place could probably be on some other side of this continent instead of a secret location. But it’s never wrong to be careful. This place might be the resting place of an Ascendant cultivator, and from what…
  • by Grace Anderson Once we came down, we were stopped in our tracks while we gazed at the rocks. There was no seeming entrance to the said caves, if it weren’t for Xi Son’s confirmation that these rocks weren’t natural, no one could ever be able to convince me otherwise. I thought high hard and low on where the entrance to these rocks could be but came to no favorable answer. "Should I break them?" "And risk the probability of destroying the entrance? There are too many variables and things at risk, perhaps…
  • by Grace Anderson "Do you have a flying treasure you can use?" Xi Son asked once I arrived next to him. "Yes, but I’d rather not pull any unwanted attention, the laws against flight and such..." I trailed off hinting at how this city forbade flight within it. "Not currently no. That treasure as you have mentioned needed the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator, though I am such a cultivator, I dare not risk unlocking the content of the box in a city filled with experts lest one of them senses it and scry upon us using…
  • by Grace Anderson The three of us stood up and Xi Son didn’t let us pay for our own lunch, we followed after him until we reached the city’s pavilion. With Xi son’s identity as a high ranking noble married to an imperial consort, he has the right to access most of the Pavilion’s floor, and when we arrived on the seventh floor of the pavilion, he took us inside to a small room where there was a small metallic bronze square placed neatly on the table. "This is a bronze cube we found in a dungeon, we tried to…
  • by Grace Anderson Once we entered the Fu Shi restaurant, which by the way was an impressive ten-story tower building in the middle of the city, it looked prominent and amazingly decorated. The people within it were all high figures, the big wigs of the Empire. Generals, high-ranking officers, great scholars, and even imperial entourage, from young princes to princesses and their attendants to some royal guards. This whole place stank of rich pockets and cocky attitude. I was not going to fit here if I were to open my…
  • by Grace Anderson "Master Craftsman Shen Bao? I never heard of that name, still, what do you think about this," the bald man said as he threw the gourd my way. Immediately, my eyes began processing the gourd, it felt as if it was the most natural thing to do, especially after those months of work in my study. "Pretty intricate, but faulty," I said. "You too!" the homeless man said, "I swear I saw a man flying using it, he gave it to me in exchange for a bite. I’m not lying." "I didn’t say that I can’t fly,…
  • by Grace Anderson I went to the clerk and paid my dues, it wasn’t much, after all, the money is coming from the pockets of those despicable cultivators that had tried to kill me. Once I was back home, I pulled out all the stuff I had gotten and began by studying the arts of puppet making. The book started by introducing the symbols and their meaning, and thankfully I had a prior attempt at deciphering the symbols of the puppet, so I had a good basic understanding of what I was doing. I started studying the symbols and…
  • by Grace Anderson Several days went by as I continued to study the symbols. I even went around the city for a couple of days to clear my head off, had a few drinks, and practiced Star Cultivation, then resumed my work. I had great hopes for puppet making and I had great ideas to integrate into it so I wanted to be thorough while making the symbols. One day though, I happened to walk across the street and saw a man selling some goods, and among them was a specialist tool for puppet making, I asked him how he got it and…
  • by Grace Anderson I looked at the second pouch, after all, opening the first one was gonna kill me, so I’m better off not to try and pry into ay traps. For the second pouch, there were no warnings, I actually waited and even ’Asked’ the book if there was any danger entailed in opening this pouch, but seeing that there was no such thing, I went ahead. The pouch only needed for me to infuse it with a little bit of Qi, it didn’t matter if it was poison Qi or spiritual Qi, Qi is qi, and the pouch is neutral to the…
  • by Grace Anderson After a few turns and twists, we arrived at a large establishment where people went in and out at a constant pace. Once the attendants at the entrance saw Fen Zei, they welcomed him with open arms. "Please follow us," the attendant said as he walked inside. The first floor had many tables full and bustling with people enjoying their food. They feasted on boar meat, fish, and other strange-looking dishes while enjoying wine and drinks of all sorts. The place seemed to be reserved for the wealthy,…
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