While it would have taken a very skilled observer to notice it, dissatisfaction marred Long Jia Wei’s face. He had, with the tacit approval of Lord Lu, set himself up as sothing of a protector not only of the sect but of Lord Lu’s vision for the sect. The first goal often proved far easier to accomplish than the second. Tangible threats to the safety and security of the sect could simply be encouraged to leave or disposed of in the abundant forests that surrounded the town and sect. He found the latter option easier. It aligned far more closely with his training. However, he had set himself a firm rule that the level of the threat had to rise to a certain level before he’d take that kind of definitive action. He supposed there might even be a little humor in that, given that such a choice aligned with the kind of sect Lord Lu wished to build.
Protecting the vision was sothing else entirely. Lord Lu might be kind, but he was neither weak nor stupid. Kindness, in the right mont, could be both transformative and a kind of salvation. Long Jia Wei knew that from personal experience. He had ridden that blade’s edge beneath the very gaze of Judgnt’s Gale himself. Kindness in the wrong mont, however, could be the ruination of a cultivator. Cultivators needed to strengthen their will and their resolve until it shone like polished steel. A seemingly trivial act of kindness could undermine the process that forged that will and resolve. It proved a constant quandary for Long Jia Wei in executing his self-assigned duty to protect that vision. When should he be kind or, barring that, rciful? And when should he be ruthless?
He'd honestly thought that he would have much more ti. Lord Lu had dropped more than a few hints and suggestions that so manner of profound conflict was coming, but all his years in a sect had led Long Jia Wei to an erroneous conclusion. Conflicts between cultivators and sects routinely played out over decades, sotis even centuries, before they finally erupted into a final dance of mayhem and carnage. He’d assud that this coming conflict would be the sa. His shock had been bone-deep when he learned that spirit beasts were ravaging the kingdom. All of his carefully laid plans for honing his process had been shattered.
Those problems were compounded by all of the new cultivators who had found their way to the sect, seeking either mbership or so kind of sanctuary. A workload that he’d barely been managing before swiftly grew into sothing nearly impossible. He needed help. He’d been envious of Sua Xing Xing when Lord Lu had personally given her an assistant. Of course, he’d needed to temper that envy. Her work was very obvious, very public, and the toll it took on her was equally obvious. His own work was largely hidden out of necessity and preference. In many cases, it was best if no one ever learned about it including Lu Sen. He could not expect to hide the long hours and also to receive help to relieve him of the strain of it. No, this was a problem he needed to solve for himself, which was how he found himself frowning in dissatisfaction as he observed so of the sect mbers.
He had singled out a handful who weren’t suitable to serve in Lord Lu’s sect. At least, they weren’t fit to serve in the sect at large. He’d been trained as an assassin. He’d lived and worked with them for decades. He’d even helped participate in so of the lower-level training of mbers of his forr sect. There were signs that soone was or was not appropriate for that kind of work. They needed a certain coldness and ruthlessness that went beyond what the average cultivator developed. Despite the reputation that cultivators had, they were less bloodthirsty as a group than most mortals would have credited. After all, it was one thing to kill soone when challenged by an equal or assaulted by a group. He’d witnessed Judgnt’s Gale cut down cultivators by the score when challenged or ambushed.
It was sothing else to kill soone for money or because ordered to do so. This sect wasn’t being built to serve in those kinds of roles, but that didn’t an the sect couldn’t use people who excelled in that kind of work. They were, however, the kind of mbers who would inevitably beco a problem if managed poorly. They were a problem in need of a solution, and Long Jia Wei was a man who needed willing and particularly ruthless helpers. His decision made; he strode across the open space between the side of the building to where a group of foundation formation cultivators were talking. They fell silent as they realized he was walking up to them. He fixed his gaze on a seemingly unremarkable woman who was hovering near the periphery of the group. She participated occasionally, enough to warrant mbership in this particular clique, but not to control it. She avoided being too noticeable.
“Co with ,” he ordered.
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He saw the flash of icy calculation in her eyes even if no one else did. She was weighing her options and likely her chances of escaping him. It seed she drew the correct conclusion because she simply fell in behind him as he walked. He didn’t speak to her. He didn’t acknowledge her at all save to keep her in his spiritual sense. She wasn’t the kind who wanted or needed extraneous conversation to feel comfortable. He entered one of the buildings where classes were held. He walked briskly to one of the rooms, opened the door, and walked in. The cultivator teaching the class choked on her words when she saw him. Long Jia Wei thought it was funny since he was at least fifty percent sure that a fight between the two of them would end in a draw. He didn’t let that show on his face, though. The more that people feared him or at least the mysteries that surrounded him, the better. If nothing else, it made things like what he was doing at the mont easier.
The foundation formation cultivator stopped at the door and watched with cold curiosity as he walked over to a core cultivator that had positioned himself in the back of the room. This one had also gone out of his way to remain unremarked and unremarkable. He’d even managed to cultivate so excess weight to make himself look even less formidable. None of it fooled Long Jia Wei. He looked down at the seated cultivator for just long enough to make it uncomfortable.
“Co with ,” he ordered.
The heavyset cultivator’s gaze flicked over to the door for a mont before he silently rose and followed. They went from that building to one of the buildings where cultivators had their rooms. They walked up a flight of stairs and down a hallway, where Long Jia Wei simply opened a door and walked in. While the other two had been at least a little surprised, the lean foundation formation cultivator with intense eyes was waiting. He eyed Long Jia Wei for a mont before he nodded.
“I should have known that you wouldn’t overlook ,” said the cultivator before he eyed the two waiting in the hall. “Three at a ti? Isn’t that a bit much, even for the Cold Blade?”
“Follow,” said Long Jia Wei.
All three looked a little surprised when he led them to a small building that he’d asked Lord Lu to make for his use. Well, it was smaller than so of the other buildings. Long Jia Wei almost snorted to himself. It seed that so part of his mind had been planning this for longer than he’d realized. It’d just taken a while to surface in his thoughts. He took the three into a room with a table and chairs. He gestured at the chairs and the three sat down while exchanging glances. He supposed they’d all been expecting to find themselves dragged out into the wilds and killed. He sat down and gave them all a long, assessing look.
“None of you belong in the sect proper,” said Long Jia Wei.
Other cultivators would have objected or defended their honor. These three simply gave him flat, almost reptilian looks. He wasn’t telling them anything they didn’t already know. He continued.
“I assu you all found your way here hoping to shelter behind the might of Judgnt’s Gale until this war with the spirit beasts is over. Is that about right?”
There were a few more exchanged glances. It seed like no one wanted to openly admit that they had co here hoping to use the sect and then abandon it when things beca safe again. Especially not when they were sharing a room with a man they all at least suspected had killed people for arguably lesser offenses against the sect. The heavyset core cultivator finally took the lead.
“Since we’re having this conversation, I suppose there’s no point in denying it. I can’t speak for these two, but I’ve been very careful to behave myself here. No unnecessary violence. No abusing my juniors or the mortals,” he said before thoughtfully adding one last thing. “I actually kind of like it here.”
The other two hesitated before echoing similar sentints.
Long Jia Wei nodded and said, “I have noted your discipline in following the rules of the sect. That’s part of the reason why we’re having this conversation and not the other conversation.”
An almost invisible tension went out of the three of them. He’d confird their deepest hope. They weren’t all about to die.
“Is this when you tell us to leave?” asked the foundation formation woman.
“Leave,” scoffed Long Jia Wei. “I said you don’t belong in the sect proper. It has no particular use for your talents. I never said you don’t have a place here. You are welco to stay. If you stay, though, you belong to . And, more importantly, you belong to Lord Lu.” ŗãＮÓВЕṣ
“Just what would we be doing for you and Lord Lu?” asked the lean cultivator with intense eyes.
Long Jia Wei gave them all a bright smile, and he started to talk to them about his vision. The silent defenders of the sect. The ones who did hard things in dark places to ensure that the sect not only survived but survived with its honor and Lord Lu’s vision intact. The three seed a little skeptical at first, but the longer he talked, the more their eyes sparked with interest. After all, this was a lot better than wandering the world while spirit beasts were hunting anything human. It also promised to be a lot more entertaining than trying to pass themselves off as normal cultivators just to get by. When they started throwing out helpful suggestions, Long Jia Wei needed to suppress a triumphant smile. He had them.
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