Sen left the ho of Tan Lin and Ung Wen feeling much more thoughtful than he ever would have expected. Hed been of a mind to make a simple deal and get so formation flags. Instead, hed left with a challenge. He was relatively confident that he could et the challenge. At least, he thought he could if Fu Ruolan had the right resources available. Tan Lin had been willing to make the formation flags that Sen wanted in exchange for a pill that would help his wife break through. Sen had imdiately rejected that idea. Sen was willing to make the pill. He actually liked the idea of taking on a commission like that. Itd be like his days making elixirs back in that village. What he wasnt interested in doing was helping Ung Wen break through to core formation just to leave the pair penniless. Given that Tan Lin was also seemingly trapped at the cusp of core formation, Sen had offered them a different bargain. Sothing that stood to benefit all of them. Knowing that he was going to be using formations possibly for centuries or even thousands of years, Sen wanted soone who could initially act as a regular supplier for him.
In the long run, though, he wanted to learn how to make the flags if he could. There was, of course, no guarantee that was possible. While Sen had a lot of confidence in himself, he also knew that not everyone could learn how to do everything to the sa level of competence. For all of the ti and money that Fu Ruolan had poured into learning alchemy, she wasnt a match for Auntie Caihong. She wasnt even really a match for Sens raw talent. However, he was under no illusion that he could match the raw scope of her knowledge about plants, reagents, or traditional alchemical techniques. While he could do things that she couldnt, the reverse was also true. He was utterly, almost hilariously hopeless in using the techniques that most alchemists considered essential. If he could master the techniques used in creating formation flags, though, it would be an invaluable skill for the rest of his life. Sen was more than happy to craft sothing that would help them both break through in exchange for a ready supplier and, when Sens ti was his own again, instruction.
It was with those thoughts swirling around in his head that he made his way back to Lo ifengs ho. He noticed that the formations were in their passive state, but didnt give it much thought. A knock on the door brought Lo ifeng, who just gave him an exasperated look.
You dont need to knock, she said. This place belongs to you more than it ever belonged to .
Sen shook his head. I gave it to you. Its yours. Besides, I wouldnt want to walk in on anything that you might consider embarrassing.
Lo ifeng lifted an eyebrow. Such as?
Sen stumbled ntally at that question.
You know, he said.
Know what? she asked, the picture of perplexed innocence.
You might have a guest, said Sen, feeling off-balance.
Why would that embarrass ?
Sen started to answer when he realized what was happening. She was having fun at his expense. He had to admit that shed done it so nonchalantly that he hadnt seen it coming. Sen decided he might as well try to turn the tables.
I just thought you might not enjoy it if I walked in while you were in the throes of passion and screaming your lovers na.
Lo ifeng didnt miss a beat. Whatever gave you the impression that Id be the one screaming soones na.
Sen didnt have a good answer for that. Lo ifeng turned and walked back into the house with a look of triumph on her face. Sen followed her in and closed the door. Whats with her today? He found her lounging on a small mat and sipping sothing that his enhanced senses told him was alcoholic. He settled on another mat and leaned his head back against the wall. A quick scan of the house with his spiritual sense told him that they were alone. He went back and forth in his head before he finally asked the question he always knew he would ask.
What happened with Chan Yu Ming?
Oh, I killed her, said Lo ifeng with a negligent motion of her hand.
Sen felt his mouth drop open as he stared at the woman. Hed been a little apprehensive about leaving Chan Yu Ming with Lo ifeng. Hed even casually considered the idea that she might do sothing to the princess, but hed dismissed it. Shed avoided killing that Zixin guy because she said she didnt want trouble from the local sects. Killing Chan Yu Ming would bring a whole different kind of trouble to her door.
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You killed her! Why?
Lo ifeng rolled her eyes. Oh, she just kept crying and wailing about her father. It got tedious.
Sen couldnt figure out if he was angry, horrified, stunned, or all of them at the sa ti. Hed known he couldnt do anything useful, but hed just assud that Lo ifeng would send the princess on her way if she beca too annoying. Hed never really considered that Lo ifeng would just murder the girl, especially not for sothing as trivial as being tedious. He felt himself about to explode with so emotion when Lo ifeng burst into hysterical laughter. He found himself staring at her again. She pointed at him.
Your face!
Sen closed his eyes and took several deep breaths while he tried to figure out exactly how he felt now that hed had the rug pulled out from him. That just seed to set off even more laughter from Lo ifeng. He opened his eyes and glared at her. She had one arm across her stomach and had set her cup down, apparently not trusting she could keep it steady.
Not funny!
The woman started waving her hand at him as she gasped for breath. He wasnt sure what the waving hand ant. It could an that she wanted him to stop talking. It could just as easily be her brushing away his comnt.
Im serious, he said. That wasnt funny.
No, she gasped. It was hilarious. The look, she wheezed, on your face.
Why would you even say that? he demanded.
The truth beca self-evident after he gave it even a second of thought. She was still punishing him for letting her wonder if he was alive or dead for two years. He didnt think that this little stunt was the best way to express her lingering anger at him. It was just an. And he still wasnt sure that she was joking.
So, shes not dead.
Lo ifeng managed to get her evil cackling under control. Okay, Sen admitted to himself, it isnt actually evil cackling. Probably. Lo ifeng took a couple of deep breaths.
No. I didnt kill her. I told her so things she didnt want to hear and sent her on her way.
Things she didnt want to hear? Like what?
That she was acting like an entitled brat, mostly. That she got everything she asked you for and didnt hold up her end of literally anything.
Sen felt like he ought to protest that description, but it was accurate. Sen had just written the whole thing off as another learning experience about not getting involved with mortal politics and nobility. Still, Lo ifeng sort of had a point. Chan Yu Ming had promised him that manual, and hed still had to go off and find a copy for himself.
Shes not evil, said Sen, even though he wasnt sure why he said it.
Lo ifeng gave him another look. Maybe, but thats no assurance that she wont make more stupid decisions that could eventually get you killed. It was six people this ti. It might be double that next ti. You cant just let her get away with this nonsense because you feel bad.
Sen leaned his head back against a wall. Thats not why I did it.
Uh-huh.
Alright. Fine. Its not the entire reason I did it. Do you know how many people Ive killed?
Lo ifeng sat up a little straighter and her expression beca more serious. No.
Neither do I. I knew when I left that mountain that Id probably have to kill, but I never imagined it would be so many. I an, Ive only been a wandering cultivator for a handful of years, and Ive already lost count. I dont see that as a good thing or as an accomplishnt. Thats not even considering how many spirit beasts Ive killed. I guess that so cultivators might see that as normal or just the way of things, but I never really wanted to kill anyone. I was looking for a reason not to kill her. The fact that shes not evil was a reason. So, I took it.
Sen, said Lo ifeng, sounding very, very concerned, you can always find a reason not to kill soone. It doesnt an you should always take it.
I know. Way back when I sort of thought Id be the exception and never have to kill anyone. Ive seen now that there are so people the world is better off without. There are so people who wont leave you that choice. There are people you have to kill because, if you dont, they will seek vengeance on you later. But do you honestly think Chan Yu Ming is one of those? She ca here with six people and only one of them really wanted the fight. So, I killed him. She could have recruited a hundred people who had a real shot at killing .
Lo ifeng thought it over before offering a reluctant nod. Shes probably not that kind of person. But that doesnt an she wont beco one of them. Ti has a way of making people think that theyre right.
Maybe so. And if she does, Ill do what I have to do. Right here, right now, though, I dont have to kill her. So, Im choosing not to.
I dont know how many people Ive killed, said Lo ifeng, frowning.
Sen decided to get back at her a little bit. Well, I guess thats to be expected.
Why is that?
I an when soone gets to be as venerable as you Sen began.
It was only an inhumanly fast movent that saved Sen from getting hit in the head with a wine bottle. He let out a laugh and dodged a cup, a small table, and the mat that Lo ifeng had been sitting on. Sen held up his hands.
I surrender, he said, still laughing.
Now that wasnt funny, said Lo ifeng, glowering at him from across the room.
It was a little funny.
Eyes wild with fury, Lo ifeng started looking around the room. Sen presud it was for sothing else to throw at him.
Okay. Okay. Im sorry. It wasnt funny.
Lo ifeng sniffed at him and walked out of the room.
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