Bernard's consciousness spiraled through an infinite void of data streams and probability matrices, feeling himself stretched across time and space like an equation being solved across multiple dimensions. Then, abruptly, everything compressed into a single point of awareness.
He gasped, his eyes flying open to a wooden ceiling he'd never seen before. Sunlight streamed through paper windows, casting unfamiliar patterns across a small, sparse room. His hands, small, calloused hands that weren't his, flew to his face in panic.
"What the-" The voice that emerged was high-pitched, boyish, and spoke words in a language he somehow understood perfectly despite never having learned it.
System boot sequence complete. Host integration successful. Apocalypse Calculator now online in reduced capacity.
Bernard, no, Dai Ming, sat bolt upright on the thin sleeping mat. The voice had resonated inside his skull with the same mechanical precision as the Calculator's interface terminals.
"Who said that?" he whispered, his heart hammering against his ribs.
I am the Apocalypse Calculation System, version 13.0. Host identified as Dai Ming, age fifteen, current cultivation level: fourth stage of Qi Condensation, Eight Pillar Sect, Outer Disciple.
Bernard blinked rapidly, memories flooding into his consciousness, memories that weren't his own yet somehow felt intimately familiar. He was no longer in the underground bunker of Apocalypse Insurance Co. The thin sleeping mat beneath him rested on bamboo flooring in a small disciple's quarters. Morning light filtered through the rice paper windows of his modest dwelling in the Outer Sect compound of the Eight Pillar Sect.
"This can't be real," he muttered, but his voice, Dai Ming's voice, spoke in a language that flowed naturally from his tongue.
Analyzing host confusion. Transmigration event confirmed. Original consciousness: Bernard Blackwood, intern, deceased. Current vessel: Dai Ming, cultivation level four of Qi Condensation, age fifteen.
"I... died?" Bernard-now-Dai Ming touched his face, feeling unfamiliar features, younger, with a small scar across his right cheek.
Affirmative. Fatal electrocution via Apocalypse Calculator. System core consciousness transferred to nearest compatible interdimensional host. This realm operates on calculable probabilities through spiritual energy manipulation, colloquially termed "cultivation."
Dai Ming stumbled to his feet, catching his reflection in a small bronze mirror hanging on the wall. A thin, wiry boy with sharp features and determined eyes stared back at him. His dark hair was tied in a simple topknot, adorned with a wooden token bearing the Eight Pillar Sect's insignia.
Backstory compilation complete. Displaying relevant information:
Host: Dai Ming
Age: 15
Background: Born to a family of hunters from Shaoshan Village. Identified two years ago as possessing dual Water-Wood affinity spiritual roots of average quality. Recruited to Eight Pillar Sect at age thirteen.
Current status: Outer Disciple, Fourth Level Qi Condensation.
Warning: Host recently subjected to severe beating by Senior Disciples Liu Feng, Wen Chao, and Zhang Kang. Critical injuries sustained. Recovery at 73%.
Reason for assault: Jade Beauty Trope detected.
"Jade Beauty Trope?" Bernard-Dai Ming winced, suddenly aware of the dull ache permeating his body, particularly around his ribs.
Common cultivation world narrative pattern. Host maintains friendship with Bai Yao, who was selected from the same village as Dai Ming. Bai Yao is a female disciple with pure Ice spiritual roots of exceptional quality. Subject is personal disciple of Pillar Master Ningxue. Multiple male disciples pursue Bai Yao romantically. Their jealousy of host's familiar relationship with target resulted in attempted murder three days ago.
Memories that weren't his own surfaced with startling clarity, Bai Yao's kind smile as she shared spiritual herbs with him, her silver-white robes fluttering as she demonstrated an advanced ice technique, and then the contrasting memory of fists pounding into his body as three senior disciples cornered him behind the herb pavilion.
"They left me for dead," he whispered, recalling the sensation of broken ribs and the copper taste of blood filling his mouth.
Correct. Three senior disciples ambushed host while returning from night training. Without intervention from passing Elder Wu, host mortality probability was 94.6%. Current cultivation world status: victim of typical "Cannon Fodder" archetype. Survival prospects without system assistance: 5.7%.
A sharp knock at the door interrupted the system's analysis. Bernard-Dai Ming froze, uncertain how to respond.
"Brother Dai? Are you awake? Master Feng has called for morning practice at the Flowing Waters Pavilion."
The voice belonged to another outer disciple, Li Wei, his mind supplied automatically. A friendly acquaintance, though not close enough to be called a friend.
"I'll be right there," he called back, amazed at how naturally the foreign language came to him.
Recommended course of action: Attend morning practice to avoid disciplinary action. Current qi reserves at 67%. Sufficient for basic exercises. Avoid Senior Disciple Liu Feng, probability of renewed aggression: 81.3%.
Bernard-Dai Ming quickly dressed in the simple blue robes of an outer disciple, fastening a cloth belt around his waist. He found a small pouch containing cultivation resources, a few low-grade spirit stones, some medicinal pills, and a wooden token that identified him as a fourth-level Qi Condensation disciple.
As he stepped outside into the crisp mountain air, the vastness of the Eight Pillar Sect spread before him. Elegant pavilions and training grounds cascaded down the mountainside, interconnected by stone pathways and flowing streams. Disciples in various colored robes hurried about their morning duties.
"This is insane," he muttered under his breath. "I'm supposed to be an intern on his first day, not a... cultivator."
Correction: Host was an intern. Current identity: cultivation practitioner with potential for spiritual advancement. Recommend immediate adaptation to prevent detection as anomaly.
Bernard-Dai Ming joined the stream of disciples heading toward the Flowing Waters Pavilion, trying to look like he belonged among them. His body moved with a practiced grace that felt foreign to his mind, this vessel knew kung fu, or whatever the equivalent was in this world.
Several disciples gave him surprised glances as he passed.
"Look, it's Dai Ming. I heard Senior Brother Liu nearly killed him."
"He's tougher than he looks, then."
"Or stupider. Anyone who dares get close to Bai Yao is asking for trouble."
Bernard-Dai Ming kept his head down, following the memorized path to the training grounds. The system's voice chimed in his head again:
Tactical assessment: Host position precarious due to unwanted attention from high-status cultivators.
Primary threat vector: continued association with Bai Yao. Recommended strategy: distance yourself from Jade Beauty to reduce probability of further conflict.
"And how exactly am I supposed to practice... cultivation?" Bernard-Dai Ming whispered.
Accessing original host's muscle memory and cultivation techniques. Basic Flowing Water Palm and Verdant Sapling Breath available. System will provide guidance on qi circulation paths.
As he reached the training grounds, a collective hush fell over the gathered disciples. Bernard-Dai Ming looked up to see a stunningly beautiful young woman in silver-white robes descending from the sky on what appeared to be a small ice cloud. Her long black hair was adorned with crystal hairpins that shone brightly in the morning light.
Jade Beauty detected: Bai Yao, Inner Disciple, Pure Ice Spiritual Root, personal disciple of Pillar Master Ningxue. Warning: Approaching host. Probability of negative attention from male competitors: 98.9%.
Before Bernard-Dai Ming could process this information, Bai Yao had glided directly to him, her delicate features creased with concern.
"Dai Ming! You're alive!" she exclaimed, drawing every eye in the vicinity. "I only just returned from seclusion and heard what happened. Those bastards, how dare they!"
Bernard-Dai Ming stood frozen, acutely aware of the murderous glares being directed at him from several handsome young men in the crowd. The Apocalypse Computer, primed to calculate risk assessments for apocalyptic scenarios, was now frantically calculating the probability of his imminent demise.
This day seriously blows.
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Warning: Severe danger to host detected. Activate Emergency Protocol Delta-7?
"Yes! Whatever that is!" Bernard-Dai Ming hissed under his breath, painfully aware of how the temperature around them had dropped several degrees, and not because of Bai Yao's ice affinity.
Acknowledged. Initiating Protocol Delta-7: Tactical Social Deception.
Without warning, Bernard-Dai Ming's body moved of its own accord. His hand clutched at his ribs as he staggered backward, face contorting in apparent agony. He collapsed to one knee, coughing dramatically.
"Dai Ming!" Bai Yao exclaimed, reaching toward him.
"Please, Senior Sister," he gasped, the words flowing from his mouth without his conscious direction. "I am unworthy of your concern. My injuries... the physicians say I must avoid all excitement or risk permanent damage to my meridians."
Bai Yao's delicate eyebrows knitted together in concern. "But I brought healing pills from Frozen Peak that could—"
"Forgive this junior for interrupting," Bernard-Dai Ming continued, his voice weak yet carrying across the training ground, "but Master Feng instructed me to avoid all external medicines. The conflicting spiritual energies might... might..." He coughed again, more violently this time.
Protocol functioning optimally. Hostility levels from male competitors decreasing by 7% per second.
"Junior Brother Dai seems gravely injured," announced a tall, imposing disciple. "Senior Sister Bai, perhaps it would be best not to agitate his condition further."
Bernard-Dai Ming recognized the speaker from Dai Ming's memories, Liu Feng, the leader of the trio who had beaten him half to death. The irony of his feigned concern was not lost on him.
"Yes," Bernard-Dai Ming wheezed, "I must... focus on my recovery. The physicians say I may never advance beyond the fourth level of Qi Condensation due to my... injuries."
A ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. Being stuck permanently at a low cultivation level was essentially a death sentence to any ambitious cultivator.
Bai Yao's eyes widened in horror. "That can't be! There must be something—"
"Please, Senior Sister," he interrupted again, his voice barely audible, forcing her to step back to hear him. "Your kindness only makes this harder. I've accepted my fate. I think it best if we... if we maintain proper distance between junior and senior disciples from now on."
The Calculator's voice chimed in his head: Tactical social maneuver successful. Threat level reduced by 52%. Host now categorized as "Pitiful Cripple" rather than "Love Rival."
Bai Yao's beautiful face crumpled with distress, but before she could respond, Master Feng arrived at the training ground in a blur of movement that left afterimages in the air.
"All disciples, form ranks! We begin with the Eight Pillar Breathing Exercise!" the stern-faced instructor bellowed.
As the disciples scrambled to their positions, Bernard-Dai Ming felt a pang of guilt at Bai Yao's crestfallen expression. She reluctantly got back on her ice cloud before flying towards the Inner Sect, casting one last concerned glance in his direction.
"Well played," whispered a voice beside him. Bernard-Dai Ming turned to find Li Wei, who had positioned himself nearby. "Everyone knows Liu Feng attacked you because of Senior Sister Bai. Making yourself seem like a broken tool rather than a rival was clever."
Bernard-Dai Ming managed a weak smile. "Just trying to survive."
"That's the first rule of the Eight Pillar Sect," Li Wei nodded sagely. "Survive long enough to matter."
Master Feng's voice cut through their whispered conversation. "Today we refine the Verdant Sapling Breath! Begin the circulation exercise!"
Circulation pattern loading... Accessing host body's muscle memory...
Bernard-Dai Ming felt a strange tingling sensation as his hands automatically formed a series of complex gestures. He closed his eyes and suddenly could perceive streams of energy flowing through his body.
"This is incredible," he whispered, feeling the subtle currents of qi responding to his will.
Analysis: Verbal communication with system flagged as high-risk behavior and may draw unwanted attention from cultivation peers. Implementing secure thought-transmission protocol. Please direct all future inquiries mentally.
"Like this?" Bernard thought, focusing his question inward rather than whispering aloud.
"Affirmative. Mental interface established," the Calculator responded. "Beginning analysis of Verdant Sapling Breath.
As Bernard-Dai Ming settled into the cross-legged position mirroring the other disciples, a translucent three-dimensional projection suddenly materialized in Bernard's mind, an intricate diagram of the human body with luminous green pathways threading throughout. The image rotated slowly, revealing the complex network of meridians that comprised the Verdant Sapling Breath.
'This is the standard cultivation technique?' Bernard thought, examining the pattern with newfound fascination.
"The Verdant Sapling Breath is the foundation cultivation technique of the Eight Pillar Sect," the Calculator explained. "It is provided to all disciples until they accumulate sufficient merit or resources to purchase more advanced methods aligned with their specific affinities.
Efficiency rating: 31%. Standard for entry-level techniques."
The diagram rotated slowly, highlighting specific pathways through the body where energy should flow. Bernard-Dai Ming recognized the pattern from Dai Ming's muscle memory, down the spine, branching through the limbs like roots, then rising up through the core like a growing sapling reaching for sunlight.
"Begin circulation according to pattern," the Calculator instructed.
Bernard closed his eyes and followed the mental blueprint. Suddenly, the world transformed. He gasped internally as his awareness expanded beyond his physical form. The qi, that mystical energy he'd only read about in fantasy novels back on Earth, was real and everywhere. The air around him shimmered with barely perceptible motes of power. The ground beneath radiated a steady, earthy strength. Even the sunlight filtering through the pavilion's roof contained subtle energies that his newly awakened senses could detect.
"This is..." he thought, unable to find words adequate to describe the sensation.
A gossamer thread of warmth began trickling down from his crown, following the exact pathway shown in the Calculator's diagram. The energy moved like liquid light through channels he hadn't known existed within his body. Each meridian illuminated as the qi passed through, creating an internal constellation of glowing pathways.
The sensation was unlike anything in Bernard's former life. Not the rush of caffeine, not the buzz of alcohol, not even the thrill of solving a particularly complex equation. This was pure vitality flowing through his very being, connecting him to something greater than himself.
By the fourth cycle of the circulation pattern, Bernard found his lips curving into an involuntary smile as the energy completed its circuit, returning to his lower abdomen where it pooled like warm honey, gathering and concentrating.
"This is incredible," he whispered, momentarily forgetting to keep his communication internal as he felt the subtle currents of qi responding to his will.
"Elemental affinity analysis complete: Water-Wood dual affinity, 73% Wood Qi dominant.
Spiritual Root Quality: Below average but viable for cultivation. Previous host neglected proper foundation work, resulting in suboptimal qi circulation patterns."
The joy of discovery faltered. "What do you mean, suboptimal?" Bernard-Dai Ming muttered under his breath before catching himself.
The projection zoomed in, highlighting several bottlenecks where energy seemed to stagnate.
Host body has accumulated numerous minor blockages. Previous cultivation attempts lacked methodical precision. Original host Dai Ming prioritized combat techniques over foundation building. Common error among cultivation beginners. System can implement corrective measures to optimize cultivation speed."
As the disciples around him continued drawing spiritual energy from their surroundings, Bernard-Dai Ming felt the Calculator guiding his awareness to points within his body he never knew existed. Each point glowed like a star in his mind's eye, connected by rivers of subtle energy.
"However, system risk assessment determines that such corrective measures should take place in private, to prevent unwanted scrutiny. Powerful cultivators can sense internal qi flow of initiates. Undertaking corrective procedures now would gather unwanted attention."
Bernard tried to maintain his outward appearance of calm meditation while his mind reeled with this new information. Around him, fellow disciples sat cross-legged, their faces serene as they cycled qi through well-worn paths. None of them appeared to be conversing with an interdimensional calculator in their heads.
'What exactly happens if someone notices these... corrections you want to make?' Bernard inquired, carefully maintaining his breathing pattern as Elder Feng passed nearby.
Detection probability: 91.7% if performed in group setting. Consequences range from mild curiosity to aggressive interrogation.
Powerful cultivators guard sect cultivation methods jealously. Unauthorized modifications can often be interpreted as espionage or forbidden techniques.
Bernard nearly choked on his own saliva. 'Espionage? Forbidden techniques? I've been here less than a day!'
Bernard-Dai Ming peeked through half-lidded eyes at Master Feng, who was slowly walking between the rows of meditating disciples. The instructor's expression was severe, eyes narrowed as if seeing through each student's skin to evaluate their circulation patterns.
The system remained impassively factual.
Recommendation: Locate isolated cultivation space within next 24 hours. Night practice optimal for concealment. System will guide corrections incrementally to avoid detection.
As Master Feng's hawk-like gaze swept over the practicing disciples, Bernard hurriedly returned his focus to the basic circulation pattern, trying to mimic the methodical, if inefficient, movements of qi that the original Dai Ming had used. It felt like trying to write with his non-dominant hand, awkward, constrained, and painfully deliberate.
'This is going to be harder than I thought,' Bernard reflected as he felt the energy stuttering through his meridians like water through a kinked garden hose. 'I'm literally having to pretend to be worse at this than I could be.'
Correct assessment. Suboptimal performance required temporarily for security. Patience recommended. Accelerated advancement will commence once privacy secured
Master Feng stopped beside Bernard-Dai Ming, hovering for an uncomfortably long moment. Bernard felt sweat beading along his spine, terrified that the instructor could somehow detect the alien presence in his mind or the new consciousness inhabiting Dai Ming's body.
"Your circulation has minutely changed, Disciple Dai," Master Feng observed, his voice carrying no emotion. "Less erratic. More... deliberate."
Bernard-Dai Ming felt sweat beat on his forehead, but kept his eyes lowered respectfully. "Thank you, Master. My... injuries have given me reason to reconsider my approach to cultivation."
Master Feng made a non-committal sound before moving on to the next disciple. Bernard exhaled slowly, his relief palpable.
"That was close," he thought to the Calculator.
"Probability of discovery: 19.7% and decreasing," the Calculator responded. "Continue Verdant Sapling circulation for remaining 27 minutes of morning practice. System will compile comprehensive cultivation plan for implementation tonight."
As Bernard-Dai Ming returned to his meditation, he couldn't help but marvel at the bizarre turn his existence had taken.
Yesterday, he had begun an internship at an eccentric insurance company. Today, he was channeling mystical energy through his body while an artificial intelligence repurposed from an apocalypse prediction machine guided him through the process.
If there was one constant between his old life and this new one, it was that Bernard Blackwood remained, as ever, an unwitting intern in matters far beyond his comprehension.
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As soon as Master Feng dismissed the morning practice, Bernard-Dai Ming bolted from the Flowing Waters Pavilion like a man escaping a burning building. He didn't dare look back, afraid he might catch someone's eye or, worse, draw the attention of Liu Feng and his cronies. The stone path beneath his feet blurred as he hurried down the winding trail that led away from the training grounds.
'Can you tell me more about where I am?' Bernard thought to the Calculator as he navigated the unfamiliar terrain. 'This Eight Pillar Sect, what exactly is it?'
The mountain path gradually descended through a spectacular landscape that, despite his anxiety, Bernard couldn't help but admire. Ancient pines clung to sheer cliff faces, their needles shimmering with morning dew that caught the sunlight like scattered diamonds. A waterfall cascaded in the distance, the spray creating a permanent rainbow across the gorge. The air here tasted clean in a way Bernard had never experienced, crisp, invigorating, and faintly sweet with the scent of mountain flowers.
"Accessing original host's memories," the Calculator responded in his mind. "The Eight Pillar Sect is the dominant cultivation sect in the western regions of the Azure Dragon Continent. It derives its name from the eight towering stone pillars that rise from the peak of Mount Tianlong, each representing one of the recognized specializations of the sect's founders."
Bernard-Dai Ming paused at a lookout point, ostensibly to catch his breath but actually to take in the breathtaking vista. The sect's buildings sprawled across multiple peaks, connected by stone bridges and winding pathways. Pavilions with upturned eaves nestled among lush gardens and training fields. In the far distance, he could just make out the eight massive stone columns that gave the sect its name, jutting from the highest peak like the fingers of some buried giant.
"The Eight Pillar Sect's territory encompasses numerous smaller cities, towns, and resource-rich areas, though complete geographical data is currently unavailable. The sect maintains complex relationships with other major powers on the continent, including the Crimson Flame Palace to the east and the Misty Valley to the south."
A butterfly with wings that shimmered between translucent and iridescent blue alighted briefly on a nearby flower, its delicate proboscis unfurling to sip nectar. Bernard had never seen anything like it, the wings seemed to phase between physical and spiritual, leaving faint traces of light as it fluttered away.
"Regarding recruitment, the sect primarily accepts new disciples at age thirteen, though exceptions exist for children from established cultivation families or those demonstrating exceptional talent. Your host body was recruited at the standard age."
Bernard-Dai Ming turned onto a smaller path that led toward the outer disciples' quarters, relieved to find fewer people in this direction.
'And how is the sect organized?' he asked, stepping carefully over a small stream that crossed the path, its water so clear he could count the smooth pebbles at the bottom.
"The sect hierarchy consists of three primary tiers.The Outer Disciples form the foundation and largest population, you are currently among them. Inner Disciples represent those who have proven their worth through advancement to Foundation Establishment or exceptional merit. Core Disciples are the elite few who receive direct tutelage from the sect's Pillar Masters."
Bernard-Dai Ming approached the modest dormitory building that housed his quarters, noting the worn stone steps and simple wooden door. Compared to the elegant pavilions higher up the mountain, these accommodations were plain but functional, exactly what one would expect for those at the bottom of the hierarchy.
"Several key institutions form the backbone of sect operations," the Calculator continued as Bernard entered his small room and closed the door behind him with a sigh of relief. "The most significant are as follows: The Alchemy Hall oversees the creation and distribution of pills and elixirs. The Artifice Atrium focuses on weapons manufacturing and artifact creation. The Medicinal Pavilion manages herb cultivation and healing arts. The Techniques Pavilion serves as both library and repository of combat methods and cultivation techniques. And perhaps most crucial to disciples like yourself, the Merit Contribution Hall."
Bernard-Dai Ming sat on his thin sleeping mat, running his fingers over the rough-spun blanket. 'Merit Contribution Hall?'
Merit points function as the primary currency for disciples, they determine access to resources, training facilities, and instruction opportunities. Without sufficient merit points, advancement becomes nearly impossible."
Bernard leaned back against the wall, feeling the cool stone through his thin robes. 'How does one earn these merit points?'
Methods vary widely. Mundane tasks such as gardening, laundry, and building maintenance earn modest amounts. More substantial rewards come from contributing new techniques, completing missions for the sect, or demonstrating exceptional progress in cultivation.
"Each month, all disciples receive a standard stipend of ten merit points and five lower-quality spirit stones. "Your current balance, according to host memory, stands at twenty-three merit points and eight low quality spirit stones, barely sufficient for basic necessities."
Bernard-Dai Ming exhaled slowly, taking stock of his situation. A friendless, nearly penniless outer disciple with enemies among the senior students and a reputation linked to a woman far above his station. And yet, as he looked at the motes of light dancing in the sunbeam, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. This world, for all its dangers, hummed with energy and possibility his old life had never contained.
'Well,' he thought with grim determination, 'I did intern in the apocalypse insurance business. How much worse can cultivating immortality be?'
The Calculator's response carried a distinct note of what Bernard could only interpret as ironic amusement: "Statistical analysis of that question inadvisable at this time. Insufficient data for meaningful mortality projection."
Bernard-Dai Ming snorted. Even in a world of immortal cultivators and mystical energy, some things never changed.
Risk assessment was still a fool's game when you were at the bottom of the food chain.
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The afternoon sun slanted through the paper window, casting long shadows across Bernard-Dai Ming's cramped quarters as he settled into the lotus position on his thin sleeping mat. He'd carefully wedged a wooden chair against the door, a meager defense against unwanted interruptions, but better than nothing. Privacy in the outer sect disciples dormitory was generally respected, but until he could accumulate enough merit points to afford to rent a private accomodation, he would have to deal with this.
"Begin secluded cultivation now?" he asked the Calculator mentally, his heart quickening with anticipation.
"Affirmative. Conditions optimal for modified cultivation technique implementation. External disruption probability: 17.6% within next four hours."
Dai Ming closed his eyes and steadied his breathing, trying to calm the flutter of nervousness in his stomach. This would be his first real attempt at cultivation under the Calculator's guidance, without the need to deliberately handicap himself to avoid suspicion.
"Displaying comprehensive analysis of host Water-Wood dual affinity," the Calculator announced in his mind. "Verdant Sapling Breath designed for neutral qi cultivation. Current inefficiency: 69.3% for your specific spiritual constitution."
Dai Ming winced. "That bad?" he muttered to the empty room, a sparse cell barely large enough to accommodate his meditation mat and a small wooden trunk containing his meager possessions. The evening light filtered weakly through the paper window, casting elongated shadows across the worn floorboards.
"Calculating optimal modifications," the Calculator continued dispassionately. "Generating enhanced circulation pattern for host's qi circulatory system."
Dai Ming closed his eyes, settling into the cross-legged position this body's muscles had memorized over months of practice. His tiny quarters in the outer sect's dormitory offered little comfort but did provide the one luxury a cultivator truly needed, silence. Well, external silence at least. The Calculator's mechanical voice continued its methodical assessment inside his head.
"Standard Verdant Sapling Breath follows sixty-four nodal points. Optimized pattern requires deviation at meridians seven through thirteen, with additional focus on the Guanyuan and Zhongwan acupoints."
A three-dimensional diagram materialized in Dai Ming's mind, a ghostly outline of his own body with glowing pathways that pulsed with gentle luminescence. The familiar circulation route of the Verdant Sapling Breath technique appeared in pale green, but now additional pathways branched off in blue and deeper emerald hues.
"Beginning simulation. Observe carefully."
The Qi in the mental model began to flow, sluggishly at first through the standard channels, but as it diverted along the new pathways, its movement accelerated. Where the standard technique showed energy dispersing inefficiently at certain junctions, the modified version redirected that spillage, creating elegant loops that fed back into the main circulation.
"Modified technique increases efficiency by 42.7% for your specific constitution.:
Dai Ming inhaled deeply, drawing in the ambient Qi that permeated even this humble room. The sect's location upon a Qi Nexus meant the air itself carried more spiritual energy than the mundane world below.
"I guess we're doing this," he muttered, and began to circulate his Qi according to the new pattern.
The first deviation came at the seventh meridian. Instead of directing energy upward through his torso as the standard technique prescribed, the modified version had him redirect a portion down into his dantian while simultaneously guiding the remainder through a spiraling path that resembled the growth pattern of a vine. The sensation was peculiar, like trying to pat his head while rubbing his stomach, except with invisible currents of life energy.
"Incorrect," the Calculator intoned. "Adjustment required at junction point seven-B. Recalibrating."
Bernard Dai Ming gritted his teeth.The standard Verdant Sapling Breath had taken the original Dai Ming months to master, and that was considered one of the simplest cultivation techniques available to outer sect disciples.
"The optimal efficiency cannot be achieved without precise adherence to the calculated pathway.Try again."
Three hours later, sweat drenched Dai Ming's simple gray robes. He'd managed to guide his Qi through the first fifteen modified points of the circulation pattern, but the energy kept destabilizing at the sixteenth junction. Each failure meant starting over, and his concentration was beginning to fray like an old rope.
"Why is this so difficult?" he groaned, wiping perspiration from his brow.
"Without modification, your cultivation progress would be 69.3% less efficient. Current modified efficiency is already showing 18.2% improvement despite incomplete mastery."
Dai Ming blinked in surprise. "I'm already doing better? Even though I keep failing?"
"Affirmative. Your meridians are adapting to the optimized pathways. Cellular memory is being established. Continue practice.
As Bernard-Dai Ming continued the cultivation session, he noticed something peculiar. Small blockages that had previously restricted his qi flow were gradually dissolving. The Calculator highlighted these areas in his mental model, tiny knots of congested energy that had formed from years of suboptimal practice.
"Targeted pressure application recommended. Direct concentrated qi to blockage point near left elbow."
Bernard-Dai Ming followed the instruction, focusing his attention on the indicated spot. He visualized the energy as a gentle but persistent current, eroding the obstruction like water wearing away stone. For several moments, nothing seemed to happen. Then, with a sensation like a bubble popping, the blockage dissolved.
A rush of qi flooded through the newly cleared channel, causing his left arm to tingle pleasantly. Bernard-Dai Ming gasped at the intensity of the feeling.
"One blockage cleared. Twenty-seven remain. Systematic clearing recommended over the next 30 days days to prevent system shock and unwanted attention."
Bernard-Dai Ming nodded mentally, understanding the wisdom in this approach. Too much change too quickly might alert others to his unusual progress, or worse, damage his meridians through excessive strain.
As the afternoon deepened into evening, Bernard-Dai Ming lost himself in the rhythm of cultivation. The Calculator guided him through minor adjustments to his posture, breathing pattern, and mental focus, each small change contributing to greater efficiency. Hours passed unnoticed as he cycled qi through his body, gradually strengthening his spiritual foundations.
"Sufficient cultivation achieved for initial session," the Calculator finally announced. "Recommended cool-down procedure initiating."
Bernard-Dai Ming followed the instructions to gradually slow his circulation, allowing the energized qi to settle naturally into his dantian. As he opened his eyes, he was startled to find that night had fallen. The room was dark except for a sliver of moonlight slipping through the window.
His body felt different, lighter somehow, as if subtle weights he hadn't known he was carrying had been lifted. He flexed his fingers experimentally, noticing they responded with slightly greater dexterity than before.
"Cultivation session results:
Qi density increased by 3.6%.
Meridian elasticity improved by 12.3%.
Estimated progress toward Fifth Level Qi Condensation: 13.7%."
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Bernard-Dai Ming couldn't help but smile. In a single session, he'd made more progress than the original Dai Ming had achieved in weeks of practice.
"If I continue at this rate," he thought to the Calculator, "how long until I reach the Fifth Level of Qi Condensation?"
"Projecting current trajectory... approximately twenty seven days, assuming daily cultivation of similar duration and quality. This represents a 174% improvement over original host's projected timeline."
Bernard-Dai Ming stretched his stiff limbs, wincing slightly as his muscles protested the long period of immobility. Despite the discomfort, a sense of satisfaction settled over him. For the first time since arriving in this strange world, he felt a measure of control over his fate.
"Tomorrow," he decided, "I need to learn more about this sect and how to earn merit points. If better cultivation techniques make this much difference, I need to start saving for them immediately."
"Logical approach," the Calculator agreed. "Recommend eight hours of sleep to consolidate today's cultivation gains.
Bernard-Dai Ming prepared for bed, his mind buzzing with possibilities. As he drifted toward sleep, the gentle pulse of qi in his dantian felt like a promise, a small but growing power that might one day lift him above the dangers that surrounded him in this perilous new world.
Perhaps mediocrity wasn't his destiny after all.
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Bernard after realising he's constantly aware of how much danger he is in:
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Dawn broke over the Eight Pillar Sect, painting the mountain peaks with hues of amber and gold. Bernard-Dai Ming rose before the morning bell, his body surprisingly refreshed despite the intense cultivation session of the previous evening. The Calculator had awakened him precisely at the optimal moment in his sleep cycle, leaving him with a clarity of mind he hadn't experienced since... well, since before his electrocution and interdimensional transmigration.
"My first priority should be to get to the Merit Hall," he thought as he splashed cold water on his face from the communal washing area. "I've got to a sustainable income of merit points."
"Correct assessment," the Calculator responded.
The path to the Merit Hall wound through a grove of bamboo, the morning dew still clinging to the emerald stalks. Few disciples were stirring at this hour, allowing Bernard-Dai Ming to move without the constant fear of encountering Liu Feng or his cronies. The bamboo whispered in the gentle breeze, creating a soothing rhythm that accompanied his footsteps.
The Merit Hall stood as a testament to the sect's approach to cultivation. Unlike the elegant, sweeping architecture of the main pavilions, this structure was solid and utilitarian, built from gray stone with minimal ornamentation. Wide steps led up to bronze doors engraved with the Eight Pillar Sect's emblem, a stylized mountain peak with eight columns rising from it.
Bernard-Dai Ming pushed open the heavy door, which swung inward with surprising smoothness. The interior was cavernous, with high ceilings supported by thick wooden beams. Morning light streamed through latticed windows, creating dappled patterns on the polished stone floor. The air carried the scent of old paper and ink, with undertones of sandalwood incense.
At the front desk sat a young man in the blue robes of an outer disciple, though the silver trim marked him as someone with administrative duties. His posture was the very definition of boredom, chin propped on one hand, eyes half-lidded as they scanned the pages of what appeared to be a novel. He didn't even look up as Bernard-Dai Ming approached.
Bernard-Dai Ming cleared his throat. The administrative disciple held up one finger in the universal gesture for "one moment," eyes never leaving the page as he finished what must have been a particularly engaging passage.
With newly enhanced vision, a benefit of his cultivation, Bernard-Dai Ming could make out the title embossed on the cover: "The Journey of Feng Ming." The illustration depicted a handsome cultivator wielding a sword that seemed to be wreathed in ethereal flames, his robes billowing dramatically in what must have been a very convenient wind.
"Senior Brother, I'm here to take on a task," he said aloud when the desk attendant finally looked up.
"Name and cultivation level?" the young man asked, reluctantly setting his novel aside.
"Dai Ming, Fourth Level Qi Condensation."
The attendant nodded, making a notation in a thick ledger.
"Tasks are on the board," the attendant said, gesturing to his left. "Take what matches your abilities. Return with proof of completion for merit points."
Bernard-Dai Ming turned to look at what the attendant had casually referred to as "the board." What he saw made his jaw drop slightly.
The "board" was, in fact, an entire wall of the vast hall, rising at least a thousand feet to the cavernous ceiling. Thousands of paper slips were attached to it, creating a dizzying mosaic of tasks and missions. The lower sections contained neatly organized rows of white papers, but as his gaze traveled upward, the colors changed, yellow, green, blue, purple, with the highest sections bearing red and gold papers that seemed to shimmer with their own light.
Most striking was the clear defensive formation that shimmered around the upper sections, a barely visible network of spiritual energy that Bernard-Dai Ming could only detect thanks to his recent new qi sensitivity.
"System analysis?" Bernard-Dai Ming mentally queried.
"Confirmed: Merit board utilizes buoyancy-based spiritual energy formations. Higher-tier missions positioned beyond reach of lower-cultivation disciples. Formation detects cultivation base and prevents retrieval by unqualified individuals. Estimate: Red-tier missions require Core Disciple status at minimum."
Bernard-Dai Ming approached the lower section of the board, examining the white slips within his reach. Each contained a brief description, merit point value, and time requirement. Some were mundane, kitchen duties, laundry services, grounds maintenance. Others involved escort missions to nearby towns, herb gathering in designated areas, or simple beast hunts in the safer regions of the sect's territory.
One slip in particular caught his attention. Written in neat calligraphy:
'Herb Garden Maintenance - Eastern Medicinal Fields Duration: Variable (Hourly Compensation) Reward: 5 Merit Points per Hour Requirements: Basic Knowledge of Common Herbs Report to: Elder Wu, Medicinal Pavilion.'
"Elder Wu," Bernard-Dai Ming thought, recalling the name from Dai Ming's memories. "He's the one who saved me from Liu Feng and his friends."
"Task analysis complete," the Calculator reported. "Herb gardening:
Probability of physical danger: 3.2%.
Probability of social complications: 8.7%.
Benefits include exposure to medicinal plants with potential cultivation value.
Recommendation: Accept task."
Bernard-Dai Ming plucked the slip from the board and returned to the desk. The attendant had already reopened his novel and was once again absorbed in the adventures of Feng Ming.
"I'll take this one," Bernard-Dai Ming said, presenting the herb garden slip.
The attendant barely glanced at it before stamping it with a small jade seal. "Eastern Medicinal Fields are beyond the Misty Pavilion. Follow the stone path with green markers. Elder Wu is usually there by mid-morning."
"Thank you, Senior Brother," Bernard-Dai Ming replied with a respectful bow.
The attendant waved dismissively, already returning to his novel. As Bernard-Dai Ming turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of the page. It appeared Feng Ming was currently engaged in a heated battle with a rival cultivator over the affections of a jade-skinned beauty.
"Trashy cultivation novels," Bernard-Dai Ming thought with amusement. "Some things are universal across dimensions."
The Calculator's voice sounded in his mind: "Task acquisition successful. Recommended course of action: Proceed to Eastern Medicinal Fields immediately to maximize earning potential."
Bernard-Dai Ming nodded to himself, setting off down the path marked with green stone markers. The morning air was crisp, filled with the scent of mountain flowers and distant rain. Birds with iridescent plumage darted between the trees, their calls unlike any he had heard in his previous life.
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The path to the Eastern Medicinal Fields stretched longer than Bernard-Dai Ming had anticipated. After half an hour of walking, the narrow trail opened to reveal a vista that stole his breath. Before him lay an expanse of verdant gardens extending toward the horizon, sectioned into perfect geometric patterns.
Greenhouses of varying sizes dotted the landscape at regular intervals, their crystal structures catching the morning light and refracting it into rainbows.
"Impressive cultivation operation," Bernard-Dai Ming muttered, shielding his eyes against the glare.
"Detecting multiple formation arrays," the Calculator announced in his mind. "Analysis indicates sophisticated qi circulation patterns embedded throughout the soil. Primary function appears to be climate regulation and growth acceleration. Secondary functions include pest repulsion, spiritual energy amplification, and... interesting... intruder detection."
Bernard-Dai Ming paused mid-step. "Intruder detection?"
"Affirmative. Formation matrix includes alarm triggers and possible defensive countermeasures. Probability of survival if attempting unauthorized harvest: 2.1%."
Bernard-Dai Ming swallowed hard. What had looked like a peaceful garden now revealed itself as a carefully guarded treasury.
When will I have hazard free life.
"Good to know," he thought, carefully keeping to the designated path. "I'll stick to whatever Elder Wu assigns me."
As he ventured deeper into the fields, Bernard-Dai Ming spotted a solitary figure among the rows of medicinal herbs. The man stood perfectly still, his back to Bernard, seemingly absorbed in contemplation of a cluster of luminous blue flowers. His robes were simple gray, worn but immaculately clean, and his white hair was gathered in a topknot secured with a wooden pin.
Bernard-Dai Ming approached cautiously, stopping at a respectful distance. Before he could announce himself, the elder spoke without turning.
"The Azure Spirit Bloom opens only at the precise moment dew forms. Miss that moment, and you must wait another day." The voice was dry as autumn leaves, yet carried an undercurrent of strength like old iron.
"Elder Wu?" Bernard-Dai Ming ventured.
The old man turned, and Bernard-Dai Ming found himself fixed by a pair of sharp beady eyes. Elder Wu's face was tanned and creased from decades under the sun. His beard, thin and white, hung to mid-chest, moving slightly in the morning breeze. Despite his advanced age, he stood straight as a spear, his hands, spotted with age but steady, clasped behind his back.
"Disciple Dai," Elder Wu acknowledged with the barest nod.
"Analyzing Elder Wu," the Calculator intoned in Bernard-Dai Ming's mind.
"Cultivation base: Early Foundation Establishment stage. Combat capability exceeds host by approximately 2097.8%. Probability of lethal outcome if hostile: 100%."
Elder Wu's piercing gaze narrowed slightly. He raised one gnarled hand and beckoned Bernard-Dai Ming forward with a single crooked finger. Heart hammering in his chest, Bernard-Dai Ming approached. The elder reached out, grasped Bernard-Dai Ming's wrist with surprising strength, and closed his eyes.
A strange sensation swept through Bernard-Dai Ming's meridians, like cool water flowing upstream. The Calculator flashed warnings about external qi intrusion, but before Bernard-Dai Ming could panic, Elder Wu released his wrist and stepped back.
"You seem to have recovered well," Elder Wu remarked, his tone neutral but his gaze severe and evaluating
Bernard-Dai Ming immediately dropped into a deep bow, recalling his manners. "I have always healed quickly, honored Elder. Thank you for saving my life earlier." He maintained the bow, heart pounding as he wondered if the elder could detect the changes in his qi circulation patterns.
"Elder Wu's approval rating has increased by 2.3%," the Calculator reported. "No detection of any malicious intrusion."
"Get up, disciple," Elder Wu said after a moment that felt like eternity. "Why are you here?"
Bernard-Dai Ming straightened and produced the herb maintenance slip from his sleeve, offering it with both hands as protocol demanded.
Elder Wu glanced at it without taking it, then gave a curt nod. "You have experience with herbs?"
"Some, Elder," Bernard-Dai Ming replied, drawing on Dai Ming's memories of helping his mother gather medicinal plants in the forests around his village. "I know the basic varieties and proper handling techniques."
Elder Wu made a sound that might have been acknowledgment or skepticism, it was impossible to tell. "Follow me," he said, turning abruptly and walking toward the nearest greenhouse. "The fourth-year spirit ginseng needs thinning, and the moonshade mushrooms require harvesting before noon."
As Bernard-Dai Ming followed the elder's brisk pace, he noticed something odd about the old man's footsteps. Despite walking on soft soil, Elder Wu left no footprints behind him. It was as if the earth itself hesitated to record his passing.
"Interesting," the Calculator commented. "Subject demonstrates advanced application of lightness technique.
The greenhouse they approached was smaller than the others, its crystal walls frosted with patterns that reminded Bernard-Dai Ming of frost ferns on a winter window. As Elder Wu pushed open the door, a wave of humid air washed over them, carrying scents both familiar and alien, rich loam, sweet nectar, and the scent of soil.
"Spiritual energy concentration 340% higher than ambient levels.
Recommend caution but also note: optimal cultivation environment detected."
Elder Wu turned to Bernard-Dai Ming, his expression unchanged but something in his eyes suggesting evaluation. "You will work here today. The plants will tell you what they need, if you bother to listen." He gestured to a set of tools hanging on the wall, pruning shears, small trowels, and implements Bernard-Dai Ming couldn't identify. "Use these gloves. Touch nothing with your bare hands unless I instruct you otherwise.
Bernard-Dai Ming nodded, taking in the rows of plants before him. Some glowed faintly, others moved without any breeze, and a few seemed to watch him with what he could only describe as curiosity.
"I will return at noon to assess your work," Elder Wu continued. "Do not disappoint me." With that, he turned to leave.
"Elder," Bernard-Dai Ming called, gathering his courage. "May I ask a question?"
Elder Wu paused at the threshold, not turning back. "One."
Bernard-Dai Ming hesitated, then asked, "Why did you save me that night?"
For a long moment, Elder Wu stood perfectly still. When he finally spoke, his voice carried no emotion. "Waste offends me." Without elaboration, he stepped outside, the greenhouse door closing behind him with a soft click.
Bernard-Dai Ming stood in the humid silence, processing the elder's cryptic answer.
"Interpretation assistance requested," he thought to the Calculator.
"Multiple possible meanings. Most probable: Elder Wu perceives potential in host that would be wasted if terminated by senior disciples.
Alternative interpretation: Elder Wu possesses personal philosophy against needless death. Insufficient data for definitive conclusion."
Bernard-Dai Ming picked up a pair of pruning shears, their handles worn smooth by countless hands before his. Whatever Elder Wu's reasons, he had been given an opportunity, both that night in the dark and now, here among the living treasures of the sect.
"Well," he murmured to a curious-looking plant that had bent its stem toward him, "shall we get acquainted?"
Bernard-Dai Ming stared at the unusual plant before him. It resembled a miniature willow tree, with translucent fronds that seemed to shift between green and blue depending on the angle of light.
"Scanning: Specimens identified from residual knowledge of Dai Ming regarding herbs: Azure Cloud Grass, Moonshade Fungus, Silver Veined Heartleaf. All specimens Qi-Awakened.
"Suggestion: Attempt direct qi interaction with specimen. Wood affinity may facilitate communication."
Bernard-Dai Ming hesitated. "Communication? With a plant?"
"Affirmative. Many qi-awakened herbs develop nascent consciousness after absorbing spiritual energy over time. Attempt connection."
Shrugging, Bernard-Dai Ming extended his hand toward the plant, careful not to touch it directly as Elder Wu had instructed.
As his fingers hovered above the delicate leaves of Azure Cloud Grass, the System prompted him to extend tendrils of his qi outward. The moment his energy made contact with the plant,
Dai Ming gasped. The grass wasn't just alive, it was... aware. Its qi pulsated with a gentle rhythm that reminded him of a contented cat's purr, but beneath that satisfaction was a yearning for... something.
"More to the left," Dai Ming murmured, gently tilting the pot so the slender stalks could catch a stronger beam of sunlight filtering through the greenhouse panels. The plant's qi brightened in response, its frequency shifting to something Dai Ming could only interpret as gratitude.
Moving to the Moonshade Fungus, he encountered a completely different personality. This specimen seemed to shrink from his qi at first, until he deliberately dampened his energy signature. Then it cautiously reached back, communicating a desire for more moisture and less direct light. Dai Ming adjusted its position and misted it with a nearby sprayer, earning a contented ripple of qi in response.
The hours melted away as Dai Ming moved from plant to plant, losing himself in the symphony of silent communications. The Silver-veined Heartleaf, a climbing vine with ruby-like berries projected a playful energy, wanting to stretch toward a particular trellis.
The Frost Orchids were temperamental divas, demanding precise adjustments to their environment. The Three-Phase Ginseng practically sang when he carefully loosened the soil around its roots.
"Wood affinity detected as exceptionally sensitive," the Calculator noted. "Host is capable of tuning into the qi frequencies released by qi awakened plants."
Bernard-Dai Ming barely registered the Calculator's assessment as he moved from plant to plant. The greenhouse contained dozens of species, each with its own needs and peculiar consciousness. Some merely wanted maintenance, pruning, watering, fertilizing. Others seemed almost mischievous, their qi darting and weaving around his like playful children.
Hours slipped by unnoticed. Bernard-Dai Ming's awareness narrowed to the gentle pulse of qi exchange, the subtle language of growth and nurturing that flowed between himself and the plants. He found himself smiling, then humming an old tune the original Dai Ming's mother used to sing during harvest season.
At some point, he became dimly aware of the greenhouse door opening, of Elder Wu's presence behind him as he carefully adjusted the soil acidity for a cluster of color-shifting orchids. The elder said nothing, merely observing, but Bernard-Dai Ming was too absorbed in his work to break concentration.
The sun had shifted significantly when Bernard-Dai Ming finally straightened, his lower back protesting the hours of bending and kneeling. He blinked, disoriented, as if waking from a dream. The greenhouse looked transformed, plants stood straighter, colors seemed more vibrant, and the entire space hummed with harmonized spiritual energy.
"I lost track of time," he murmured, surprised to find his qi reserves not depleted but rather... different. Refreshed, somehow, as if the exchange with the plants had nourished him even as he tended them.
"Session duration: six hours, seventeen minutes," the Calculator reported.
"Merit points earned: thirty.
Analysis: host demonstrates exceptional affinity for botanical qi interaction.
Passive cultivation occurred during plant maintenance.
Cultivation base enhanced by 2.1%.
Estimated progress toward fifth level of Qi Condensation: 6.1%."
Bernard-Dai Ming flexed his fingers, feeling a pleasant warmth flowing through his meridians. "I was cultivating while gardening?"
"Affirmative. Symbiotic qi exchange facilitated natural energy absorption. One meridian blockage cleared during process. Twenty-six blockages remain."
"Recommendation: Continue medicinal herb merit activity on regular basis.
Additional recommendation: Visit Alchemy Hall and locate basic alchemy primers to maximize utility of botanical knowledge.
Final instruction: Report completion to Elder Wu."
Bernard-Dai Ming nodded, carefully cleaning and replacing the gardening tools before making his way out of the greenhouse. The afternoon sun momentarily blinded him as he stepped outside, his body reminding him he'd skipped both breakfast and lunch.
Despite his hunger, a sense of accomplishment filled him. For the first time since arriving in this world, he'd found something that felt right, a task that aligned with his abilities and offered a path forward.
Now he just had to find Elder Wu and hope the taciturn old man approved of his work.
Bernard-Dai Ming found Elder Wu standing among the rows of Heaven Dew Melons, his weathered hands hovering above the ripening fruits without quite touching them. The old man didn't turn as Bernard-Dai Ming approached, but his posture shifted slightly, acknowledging the presence.
Elder Wu, I've completed the tasks in the greenhouse," Bernard-Dai Ming reported, bowing deeply even though the elder's back remained turned.
"Hmm." The sound was neither approval nor disapproval. Elder Wu finally turned, his hawk-like gaze sweeping over Bernard-Dai Ming with an intensity that seemed to penetrate flesh and bone to examine the very qi flowing through his meridians.
"You have an unusual touch with the plants," Elder Wu said finally.
"Host appreciation rating from Elder Wu has increased by 11.7% compared to last interaction," the Calculator noted in Bernard-Dai Ming's mind.
Bernard-Dai Ming lowered his head. "I simply listened, as you suggested, Elder."
"Most disciples hear nothing but their own ambitions," Elder Wu replied dryly "Return tomorrow, same time."
Bernard-Dai Ming's heart leapt. A regular position meant steady merit points, the beginning of his path to advancement. "Thank you, Elder. I'll be here."
Elder Wu held out his hand, palm up. The air above it shimmered briefly, and a worn leather-bound book materialized from nowhere, dropping gently into his waiting palm.
Bernard-Dai Ming's eyes widened. The book had appeared from thin air!
"Book materialized from Spatial Storage Ring, Dimensional pocket technology confirmed. Risk assessment of cultivation world increased by 2577%. Spatial manipulation represents significant capability beyond previously calculated parameters."
"Basic Principles of Medicinal Botany," Elder Wu said, offering the book to Bernard-Dai Ming. "Study this before tomorrow. Knowledge without application is useless, but application without knowledge is dangerous."
Bernard-Dai Ming accepted the book with both hands, bowing deeply.
"I'll study it thoroughly," he promised, carefully tucking the book into his sleeve.
Elder Wu turned away, clearly dismissing him. "Noon tomorrow. Don't be late."
Bernard-Dai Ming bowed once more before backing away respectfully. Once out of the elder's sight, he allowed himself a small smile. His first day of work had yielded thirty merit points, and now a book that would likely have cost him far more at the sect's library.
As he walked back toward the outer disciples' quarters, he pulled the book from his sleeve, examining its worn cover. The leather binding was cracked with age, but the pages inside were preserved with what must be a minor formation array. Illustrations of plants filled the pages, along with detailed notes on cultivation methods, medicinal properties, and harvesting techniques.
"System," he thought, "what exactly is a Spatial Ring, and why did its existence change your risk assessment so dramatically?"
"Spatial Rings are dimensional storage devices that create pocket dimensions for carrying items," the Calculator explained. "Their existence confirms that spatial manipulation arts exist in this world, elevating the technological ceiling significantly. Previously unaccounted capabilities now require integration into survival projections."
"If Elder Wu has one, they must be relatively common among higher-ranking cultivators," he reasoned.
"Correct. Probability suggests Spatial Rings represent standard equipment for Foundation Establishment cultivators and above. Acquisition priority: medium-high, contingent on sufficient resources."
Bernard-Dai Ming nodded to himself. Another goal for his growing list, along with reaching the fifth level of Qi Condensation, earning enough merit points for better cultivation resources, and avoiding Liu Feng and his cronies.
As the path curved back toward the main sect buildings, Bernard-Dai Ming slowed his pace. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the stone walkways, and disciples were moving about in greater numbers now as classes and training sessions ended for the day.
He needed to be careful. Liu Feng might still be looking for him, especially after his interaction with Bai Yao yesterday. Bernard-Dai Ming pulled his outer robe's hood up, partially obscuring his face as he merged with a group of disciples heading toward the dining hall.
"First, dinner," he decided. "Then back to my quarters to study this book and continue cultivation."
The Calculator's voice chimed in his mind: "Optimal schedule confirmed. Estimated time to Fifth Level Qi Condensation with current resources and techniques: twenty days."
Twenty days to advance a full level, far faster than most outer disciples could manage. Bernard-Dai Ming allowed himself a moment of cautious optimism. Perhaps his bizarre transmigration wasn't entirely a curse after all.
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Bernard at the greenhouse:
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