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Sundering Cultivation

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Yo Tianyou, a subpar sword cultivator unfit to use the Vessel Cultivation, the unique style of cultivation used by the Sect he studies in. Watch him struggle as he battles with Demonic Beasts, rival cultivators, his own mortality and perhaps the most dangerous enemy of it all, his own bitter nature I plan to post rest of story on RoyalRoad
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Chapter 1 - Life at Coiling Death Sect

BLEARGH"

 

 

"AW GROSS, DON'T DO THAT

HERE!"

 

 

I was getting criticised

as I vomitted out the death Qi. It did no good to stop me

however, in fact I

clenched my stomach a little harder so my vomit could reach

to the feet of

those criticised my lack of skill on darker acts.

 

 

"It is ok Tianyou, just

let the Qi out until you are free of taint."

 

 

I tried to smile towards

teacher but all I could do was vomit harder. Eventually the

beads I swallowed

popped out of my mouth but before they even landed on the

floor they

disappeared.

 

 

"This is what happens, if

you try to use a technique you are incompatible without

proper practice and

preperation or strong foundation." Teacher provided as

he held the two beads,

which were somehow sparking clean, between his fingers.

 

 

"Unfortunately for us

however, no one can know which principle they are most

suited for until they

try all the paths. Although if you cultivate long enough

like me, you can skip

a few steps like this!" with that Teacher Li threw the

undead beads in air and

caught them with his mouth as they fell back, as if he was

jusr eating snacks. Without

any warning a chilly and rotten Qi spread from his body to

entire room,

freezing all the students in their place.

 

 

Teacher's eyes were now

faintly red instead of his welcoming blue eyes, his rather

silky and dark hair

spiked up and with blue at its tips. Tattoos were slowly

forming around his

eyes and neck and suddenly, he spit the beads out. All the

changes disappeared

in an instant.

 

 

"This is how vessel

cultivation works. You take in foreign demon and spirit

beads forged by a soul

smith and use their undead Qi to empower yourself. Alas it

is not a cultivation

method fit to be used by everyone, even though it is our

Sect's most prized method."

 

 

 

I sighed as I unconciously

tuned out the lesson I spent many times listening. This was

the unfortunate

truth for Outer Sect disciples. Repeated lessons. It was

useful if you didn't

get the lessons first time around but materials repeated

once in every 6

months. This was my 4th time listening the same vessel

cultivation class. It

was simply not a method for me. So I had to cultivate more

mundanely and

couldn't benefit many of the uses of demon beads. Spirit

beads were good enough

to replenish me every once in a while but it was also the

most common currency.

Currency I needed to spend my daily needs and some...

pleasures I enjoyed. Class

ended soon and students were released to pursue their own

training for the day.

I got up lazily, not even realising how my left hand

positioned itself over the

sheated sword on my hip to rest nor how my right went in his

pockets instantly.

I exuded an air of relaxation and calmness despite my inner

turmoils. Perhaps

that was why no one seemed to realise when I had problems.

Not that I care.

 

 

A small sprint that is

just short of a movement technique carried me to training

area. I could be out

of breath at times but my leg strength was coming along fine

for someone at my

level at cultivation. I found a mostly empty spot in area

and drew my sword. A

fine Jian. Not enchanted nor cursed by the blood of a

demonic cultivator.

Merely a balanced blade crafted by a common blacksmith. I

felt this blade spoke

to my soul more. It felt easier to use it.

 

 

 

 

 

I started going through

the sword forms. Some felt odd with a Jian in my hand,

either moves for a

heavier blade or for someone who could put much more

strength behind his

attacks but most felt right. After a considirable lenght of

time I could smell

the impurities pouring outside from my body and the fatigue.

I didn't waste

anytime and quickly sheated my sword and left the training

area and crouched at

the closest greenery I could find. Which was easy for sect

was covered by

trees. I crossed my legs and assumed the position for the

meditation. My hands

quickly found my pouch of declaining spirit beads and

grabbed a one for me to

swallow. I felt the bead go down to my stomach as I used it

as a imaginary

core. I forced it to release the dormant Qi in it and push

all the impurities I

managed to unravel with my training. 4 hours I spent

cleansing my body. 5 more

beads were spent and barely managed to get rid of the

impurities.

 

 

"It is getting harder to

cleanse recently. Perhaps I can finally breakthrough into Qi

gathering stage. "

I mused outloud, uncaring if I was heard. Then a slight

worry gripped my heart,

what if someone heard it, then dismissed it again.

 

 

I gave a shaky breath.

Opening my eyes I could see the dark sky.

 

 

 

 

 

"Another simple day. " I

said looking at stars. It felt like I was wasting my time

again. Was

cultivation really the path for me I wondered. Maybe I could

have been a

scholar, I was smart after all. My thoughts swirled inside

my head as I made my

way to showers and to barracks for Outer Sect students after

that. I closed my eyes

on my bed for a quick rest, unread books and trinkets I

fancied over my desk.

Soon I was asleep. Another day was spent like many others.

 

 

 

 

 

I rose with dawn. It was

more of a reflex developed over the years. My home before

the Coiling Death

Sect had a window faced the sunrise and with each sunrise

beams of sunlight hit

my face at mornings. It developed a habit of waking up when

light or heat hit my

face. I could sleep under light as well but it often led to

weird dreams and

uneasy rests. Of course I wasn't thinking any of this while

dressing up. I simply dressed up and left for class.

Although I was bored out of my mind during the lessons, Sect

frowned upon those

who skipped them. So I did my best to not miss any, out of

the worry to not

face any hardships at the very least.

 

 

 

 

 

Class was full by the

time I arrived, forcing me to sit in the seats in front,

just few moments

before our teacher appeared with a flicker of air.

 

 

"A movement technique no

doubt. " someone muttered under their breath. Teacher's

smile seemed to grow slightly

due to envy and admiration of his students.

 

 

"As some repeating

students already know, today we will talk about using spirit

beads for

cultivation. Yesterday's lesson had some mentions already

but today it is the

main focus."

 

 

I was already losing my focus

but I still tried to listen the lessons I heard many times

before.

 

 

"Cultivation in it's very

core is actually simple. You first need to be able to

cleanse your body from

the impurities it holds. Many ways found for this but as you

know our sect's

famous style is truly the most efficient. The Foreign Demon

Beads arouses the

impurities within your body and forcibly removes them from

the deep corners

within flesh. And then the Spirit Bead acts as a faux core

and if with

Cultivators focus cleans the impurities away. Unfortunately

not everyone is

suitable to use Vessel Cultivation."

 

With that teacher took a quick glance at

me. I felt a slight ping of anger within me. He was a

cultivator almost at the

end of Qi gathering, even if he were to accidentaly look at

me he could avert

his eyes before I even perceive the action. No this was a

deliberate action,

done simply because I wasn't skilled and he pitied me.

 

 

 

 

I sighed. There was no

use getting angry. He was right in a way. I was simply not a

good fit for this sect. Still I didn't forget. Just because I couldn't act on

my anger didn't mean I would forgive. Lesson continued on despite my inner

turmoil.

 

 

"If one is unfit to use Foreign Demon Beads then they

can still use physical exercise to interact with impurities within their body

of course but it is generally a harder process and takes much longer than just

using beads. Of course even aside from that beads allows us to briefly access

to the innate abilities whatever Demonic Beast was used in the smithing of said

bead. This alone helped our Sect to turn the tides against Beast Waves as

humans have became the hunters once more."

 

I couldn't help but frown. Listening great success of the

Sect and humanity against the Demonic Beasts haunted humankind yet I was not a

part of this glorious achievement. Teacher saw my frown and did not make any

comments but I only felt like he pitied me even more.