Mary Jones
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Kalen stared incredulously, watching the man spit on the ground and sit before him. He had seen his fair share of eccentric cultivators, but he had never seen someone spit on the floor. Was this man insane, or was he intentionally disrespecting Kalen? The obese man just stared right back at the merchant. He just kept staring. Kalen again asked him whether he needed anything, but the man kept staring in complete silence, his gaze distant. It was hard to judge exactly what the man was looking at due to his…-
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Out in the forest not too far from what used to be the Zearthorn sect premises, a man that looked about middle-aged sat cross-legged near a pond. Cross-legged was perhaps inaccurate, as he didn’t have two legs to cross. Kaphor looked a lot better than he looked after his extreme near-death experience. He was still missing half his jaw, several fingers, and an entire leg, but other than that, he was almost fine. He had regained a good portion of his life force, although it was only at around eighty…
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Marven walked into the courtyard only to be faced with a black-robed duo. These were likely elders of the Onyx Scorpion sect or, as he assumed, an elder and the sect master. He didn’t recognize them by looks, but he recognized the spirit of the elderly one. He assumed it was the sect master because this man was on the third step of the golden path. Such a level of cultivation was exceptional, even among rather prominent sects. And he was betting that Neave’s crap from earlier today was why they were…
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In the headquarters of the Onyx Scorpion sect, a sweaty elder finished his report to the sect master. The sect master was utterly befuddled. He got up off his chair and violently threw it at the wall, shattering it into countless splinters. “Why!? Why!? Why!? WHY!?” He repeatedly screamed, each new ‘why’ intonated differently. One was angry, another scared, then anxious, stressed, confused, and joyful. The elder started to suspect that the sect master might be losing it. “Why, just why?”…
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Neave wasn’t surprised to see the wall break open. He felt it was merely a matter of time until they found him. Did he perhaps help their efforts by incinerating the entire side of a cave? Nah, no way. Either way, there were a few things he still wanted to try before having to go back. He contemplated dodging through the hordes of demons and hiding somewhere again. … Actually, that was a great idea. He should totally do that. The wall finally came crashing down, and Neave rushed at his…
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Neave left his incredibly chaotic spirit realm and stretched. While he had quite a bit of time within the spirit realm, he had to leave occasionally to let his qi recover. This time, Neave stretched a bit and looked around. He was still safe, at least for now. Neave wasn’t sure he was entirely hidden from those creatures while in here. Perhaps they couldn’t reach him, but what if they were still looking? Could they possibly just dig through the wall and get to him? As a matter of fact, should he hide…
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Neave had done quite a bit of experimenting within his spirit realm. Among the first things he did, he tested his spirit realm to see how powerful the time dilation was. He used the method of throwing a stone into the air, entering the spirit realm, and leaving after some time to see how much the stone had moved. Neave was bewildered at how much greater the time dilation was than he expected. He thought it would be ten or twenty times at most, but his tests showed that it was more like This wasn’t…
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Neave held the copy of the sword. Could he create a sword of a different shape—something bigger, sharper, or more powerful? Just as he was about to repeat his experiment, the abominid he had immobilized bled out, and the spirit trial was over. … “Great way to spoil the mood.” Neave mumbled. He focused on his troll muscle spirit power to see how it had changed. There was a huge reason why higher-ranked cores were more valuable than lower-ranked ones. It was technically accurate that any shitty…
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Marven returned to the sect premises. Harel was watching over Gabrias just as he had told her to. He decided to leave Neave to his own devices. Neave would be fine. Well, for now, at least. Marven felt utterly lost. A big part of him felt pride that Neave had become such a realm-shattering prodigy. But the other part of him felt ashamed. He was ashamed of himself for thinking like that. Ashamed for allowing all of this to happen. “What do I do with that boy…?” He sat in the corner of their…
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Marven couldn't see what was happening inside the sect without stepping closer. He settled for relying on his spirit senses, even though tracking Neave with spirit senses alone was impossible. Hordes of people surrounded one central figure in the courtyard of the neighboring sect. That figure was a roughly twenty-year-old woman on the second step of the silver path. Focusing on one's spirit senses took a lot of work in such a heavily populated area. Marven could vaguely feel that there was some sort of…
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