Fan Cai, still dazed, reached out for the amulet. Even without touching it, he could already feel the substantial changes to it. His touching it was a way to confirm he had not hallucinated the whole thing.
"It seems stronger and purer," he absentmindedly muttered as he felt the energy swirling within it. Over the years other than using the amulet to hide his identity and mask his age, it also served another purpose. The amulet served as a training tool for him. It helped him deepen his understanding of the four elents he controlled. However, two years ago when he felt the energy wane a bit, he stopped using it.
Now sensing the energy within, he could tell it was even better than what was there originally, and by a few levels at that.
He couldn’t help but look incredulously at Yang Qing. When his mother put the seal on the amulet, it looked like it had taken a lot from her but the casualness with which Yang Qing acted, he couldn’t help but wonder who exactly was the true nine hearts deer between Yang Qing and his mother.
One looked pale after the act while the other looked perfectly at ease, like what he had done was no different than breathing to him.
Yang Qing seemingly seeing through his thoughts said,
"I haven’t done much, I only poured a bit of energy into it. It only seed easy because your mother had already done the heavy lifting by putting up automated robust pathways for the powering of the seal. It only needed a bit of energy to get it going like a shallow river being rejuvenated by rain, gaining its forr vibrancy.
Your mother had designed it to be able to autonomously absorb the energy of the nine elents. The only miscalculation she made was that energy needed to reach a particular threshold to trigger it.
Since part of the seal had her vitality attached to it, the standards it took for the threshold were her’s. It would take a place with a lesser dragon vein, or you visiting high-grade spirit veins that specialize with each of the nine elents, or top-tier sky-grade natural treasures with the condensed energy of those elents to trigger it.
Finding said places, and resources is easier said than done..." Yang Qing said with his gaze on the amulet.
"That being said, the sealing technique she used, is a piece of art," he added, his eyes shining with interest.
"I didn’t know it was that amazing," Fan Cai said as he touched the amulet, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.
"I didn’t think she cared that deeply," he muttered in a soft whisper. It didn’t seem intentional, but more a consequence of how overwheld he was by the countless emotions coursing through him.
Yang Qing gave him a mont before he brought the case back on track.
"So ... about your mother?" Yang Qing softly said, pulling Fan Cai out of his somber state.
"Yes, sorry," Fan Cai said as he buried his amulet underneath his inner robe, more than likely so he wouldn’t be tempted to reach out for it.
"Her na is Fan Ha and is a nine hearts deer. She is my mother, but there isn’t much I know about her. She left when I was barely three years old, and even before then, my first three years we didn’t spend it continuously together. It was a few weeks in a year.
If i added all those weeks up, our interactions only sum up to three months at most. I am fifteen years old now and I have only known her for three months, and even in those three months, I can’t say we bonded as a mother and child should.
The most she did during that period was her continuously showing how dangerous this world was, and she went to great lengths to drive that point ho," Fan Cai said with a sad smile as he recalled those interactions.
To drive the point ho she had him kidnapped by a few nefarious organizations that were known to deal in the body parts of cultivators and spirit beasts among other things. His mother had sealed his cultivation base and let him get caught by them, and he was left to fend for himself and find a way out.
He was two years old at the ti but because of his already awakened bloodline, his body size was similar to that of a four-year-old, but when it ca to awareness and reasoning, he was no different than an adult.
But still, he was just two, and his ti under the clutches of that group was one of the most terrifying monts of his life. All he could say his mother had achieved her goal, if her goal was to scar him enough that he would live his entire life mistrustful of everyone and anything.
Every face he saw, every person he t, regardless of whether they had an ugly face, a beautiful face, kind or stern, beastly or refined when he looked at them, he would see the faces of his kidnappers as they smiled, their faces covered in blood as they butchered their victims alive, with finesse, not wasting a single part of their body.
He never knew skin could be peeled off like an orange in about twenty different ways until he t them.
He was under their ’care’ for five months before he found an opportunity to escape, but by then he had seen and heard things he could never forget to date. He ended up resenting his mother for quite so ti during that period and now, well, though he had matured and on so level could understand why she did what she did, his relationship with her was complicated, to say the least.
One second he appreciated her the next he resented her to the point that he often imagined what it would have been like to have a different mother or his father. A man he never knew, other than the fact that the few tis his mother showed emotion around him was because of him.
Her reaction made him curious about the person, but his mother never spoke much about him other than the fact that he was dead. He didn’t even know his na. The only thing he did know was his mother must have cared about him dearly, at least more than even her own son, and the amulet he was wearing had been made by him.
Other than that his father was a complete enigma to him as was his mother. At least when it ca to the forr, he was dead, so it was understandable but as for his mother.....
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