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The seasons passed like pages turning in a book I had finally learned to read slowly.
Spring brought blossoms to the gardens I had cultivated around the compound that had become my home. Summer filled those gardens with warmth that my cold-blooded origins had once despised but now appreciated. Autumn painted the leaves in colors that my enhanced perception could analyze to molecular precision but that I had learned to simply enjoy. Winter reminded me of what I had been—a creature that hated the cold—while demonstrating how thoroughly I had changed.
Four years since my alliance with the Ice Emperor. Four years of systematic implementation of the commitments I had made. Four years of discovering that purpose beyond survival created satisfactions that mere accumulation had never provided.
And four years of learning, finally, to appreciate the simple pleasures that my relentless focus on advancement had previously denied me.
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The morning light filtered through silk curtains that Huang Mei had selected for our shared quarters.
She slept beside me with the peaceful expression that decades of trust had cultivated. Her cultivation had reached rank seventy-three during the four years—Spirit Sage now, a genuine power in the cultivation world, though she preferred her kitchen domain to battlefield prominence.
I watched her breathe, cataloging the small details that my enhanced perception provided without conscious effort. The slight flutter of her eyelashes as dreams played behind closed lids. The warmth of her body creating thermal patterns that my Thermal Sovereignty interpreted as health and contentment. The familiar scent that my Essence Trace had long ago memorized as home.
We had formalized our relationship three years ago, a quiet ceremony that the team had witnessed with reactions ranging from Wang Tao's enthusiastic congratulations to Xiao Mei's dry observation that "it's about time."
The marriage had changed little in practical terms—we had been partners in everything but name for years before the ceremony. But the formalization had carried weight that exceeded its legal implications. It represented commitment that my original nature would never have contemplated. Declaration that another being's wellbeing mattered as much as my own.
The serpent had learned to love.
The discovery still surprised me sometimes. The emotion had developed so gradually that its presence had become normal before I recognized it as extraordinary. But in quiet moments like this, watching my wife sleep, I understood that the transformation I had undergone exceeded anything my hundred thousand years of beast existence had prepared me for.
I was happy.
The word felt strange even in internal contemplation. Happiness had not been a concept that my serpent nature possessed vocabulary for. Satisfaction after successful hunts, yes. Security in well-defended territory, certainly. But happiness—the sustained contentment that came from connection, purpose, and the simple appreciation of existence—had been foreign to what I was.
It was no longer foreign to what I had become.
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The compound that served as my primary residence occupied a substantial property on Heaven Dou City's eastern edge.
The original small house I had rented decades ago had expanded through systematic acquisition of adjacent properties, the combined area now encompassing several acres of gardens, training facilities, research laboratories, and living quarters for the extended household my operations required.
The team had their own residences within the compound, though their industry responsibilities kept them traveling frequently. Wang Tao's hunting guild operations demanded regular presence in remote territories. Xiao Mei's intelligence network required visits to assets positioned across the continent. Chen Wei's technology enterprises spread across multiple cities. Huang Mei's restaurant empire needed periodic inspection of the establishments that bore our reputation.
But they returned regularly, the compound serving as gathering point for the family that years of cooperation had created.
I found myself looking forward to these gatherings with anticipation that my earlier self would have found incomprehensible.
The breakfast that morning included Wang Tao's latest expedition stories—increasingly embellished with each retelling, his Spirit Douluo-level power making the encounters genuinely impressive regardless of narrative enhancement. Xiao Mei provided intelligence updates with the dry precision her personality had refined. Chen Wei shared progress reports on the various enterprises, his organizational mind tracking details that would have overwhelmed most administrators.
And Huang Mei prepared food that exceeded what even the finest cultivation restaurants could match—her Life Blossom Tree ring having elevated her cooking to levels that approached medicinal perfection.
"The demonstration is scheduled for next month," Chen Wei reported between bites. "Invitations have been extended to representatives from the major clans, both empires, and selected Academy leadership. Notably, Spirit Hall has not responded to their invitation."
"Bibi Dong's absence from continental affairs has been remarked upon," Xiao Mei added. "My sources suggest she's engaged in something that demands her complete attention. Some form of intensive cultivation retreat—though the specifics remain unclear."
I knew what demanded her attention. The god trials. Bibi Dong was pursuing the path to divinity through the inheritance tests that my fragmentary memories suggested she would eventually complete. Her absence from the artificial soul ring demonstration was convenient but not coincidental—forces beyond mortal comprehension were occupying the Supreme Pontiff.
"Spirit Hall's official response?"
"Elder-level representation only. They're sending observers rather than decision-makers. The organization seems distracted by internal matters."
"All the better for our purposes. Continue the preparations. Chen Wei will handle the public presentation. I will observe from an appropriate distance."
The team understood. I had never revealed myself as the force behind our various enterprises. The artificial soul ring research was publicly attributed to "Master Wei's Formation Collective"—a consortium of researchers whose nominal leadership had no visible connection to the restaurant owner and cultivation resource trader known as Lin Xiao.
My secrets remained my own. The shadows that concealed me had not weakened simply because my purposes had expanded beyond mere survival.
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The industries they managed represented the culmination of systematic planning that had spanned their entire association with me.
Wang Tao oversaw the hunting guild operations—though "hunting" had become something of a misnomer. The breakthrough we had achieved in artificial ring synthesis meant that beast death was no longer required for ring production.
Blood samples. That was all the new methodology required.
The formation arrays I had developed with Master Wei's team could now extract sufficient spiritual essence from a living beast's blood to serve as the base for artificial ring creation. The beast survived the contribution, able to continue its existence while providing samples periodically as its cultivation recovered.
The implications for beast clan relations had been substantial. Where hunting guilds had previously represented existential threat, they now offered something approaching partnership. Beasts who cooperated with sample collection received protection, territory guarantees, and resources that supported their own cultivation. The predatory relationship that had defined Spirit Master and soul beast interaction for millennia was transforming into something resembling commerce.
The Ice Emperor had been delighted when I presented the methodology refinement.
"You have achieved something that generations of beast clan leaders believed impossible," she had said during our last communication. "Coexistence based on mutual benefit rather than constant warfare. The clans will remember this, little serpent. When the great conflicts arrive, you will have allies who owe you more than mere treaty obligation."
Xiao Mei controlled the intelligence network—the web of observers, informants, and analysts that provided comprehensive awareness of continental developments. Her natural skepticism and observational acuity translated perfectly into the paranoid attention that intelligence work demanded. Nothing significant occurred in the Heaven Dou Empire's major cities without eventually reaching her assessment.
Chen Wei managed the technology enterprises—the manufacturing improvements, agricultural advances, and medical innovations that had spread across significant territories. His organizational capabilities had transformed experimental innovations into systematic operations that improved millions of ordinary lives.
And Huang Mei directed the restaurant empire that had grown from our original establishment. The Serpent's Garden now had seventeen locations across three major cities, each maintaining the quality standards that her cultivation cooking expertise demanded. The income generated exceeded what minor noble houses typically accumulated.
They had proven their integrity through years of tested loyalty. They had proven their abilities through results that exceeded projections. They had earned the trust I had extended, the resources I had invested, the positions of responsibility I had provided.
Nobody on the team questioned my secrets anymore.
The observation surfaced as I finished my morning meal. Xiao Mei had long ago ceased her challenging scrutiny. Wang Tao had never particularly cared what I concealed, trusting actions over explanations. Chen Wei found the mystery intellectually interesting but professionally irrelevant. And Huang Mei…
Huang Mei knew more than the others, though even she did not possess the complete truth. She understood that I was more than I appeared, that my origins involved something other than the orphan story I had presented decades ago. She had accepted this without demanding revelations that I could not safely provide.
Love, I had discovered, did not require complete transparency. It required trust that the concealed elements did not threaten the relationship's foundation.
That trust had been earned through decades of consistent behavior.
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My cultivation had reached rank ninety-eight during the four years—three levels of advancement that had pushed me toward the absolute pinnacle of mortal capability.
The progression had been slower than my earlier pace, each rank beyond ninety requiring exponentially greater resources and effort. But the accumulation had continued through systematic soul beast meat consumption, through meditation techniques refined across decades of practice, through the optimization that my enhanced cognition permitted.
Two ranks remained before the theoretical maximum of mortal cultivation. Rank ninety-nine represented the boundary between Title Douluo and… something else. The threshold where divine potential began manifesting, where cultivators started touching powers that exceeded mortal comprehension.
And rank one hundred—if it could be achieved at all—represented apotheosis itself. The transition from mortal to divine, from Spirit Master to something that approached godhood.
I contemplated these thresholds regularly during meditation sessions that now extended across entire days.
The power I had accumulated exceeded what most beings ever achieved. My concealment had evolved to levels that approached absolute invisibility—I could stand beside Title Douluo without their awareness, could move through Spirit Hall itself without triggering detection formations. My combat capabilities could contest anything below divine intervention.
But the events that my fragmentary memories suggested were approaching involved precisely that—divine intervention. Gods and god-adjacent beings whose power exceeded mortal parameters by margins that cultivation alone could not bridge.
I needed more than rank one hundred.
I needed something that transcended the cultivation system entirely.
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The demonstration venue occupied Heaven Dou Imperial Academy's largest exhibition hall—a neutral space that avoided the political implications of hosting the event in any particular power's territory.
Chen Wei stood at the presentation platform, his Spirit Emperor cultivation and scholarly demeanor making him ideal for the public-facing role. The consortium's nominal research leadership flanked him—Master Wei and three senior formation specialists whose expertise was genuine even if their organizational authority was fabricated.
I observed from a concealed position in the gallery above, my presence undetectable to even the most sophisticated spiritual perception among the assembled observers.
The gathering represented significant continental interest.
Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had sent his son rather than attending personally—a calculated diplomatic distance that acknowledged the event's importance while preserving options depending on the demonstration's results. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had similar representation. The Star Luo Empire's delegation included cultivation resource administrators whose assessments would influence imperial policy.
Spirit Hall's observers occupied positions near the back of the assembly—elder-level representatives whose authority extended only to information gathering rather than negotiation. The Supreme Pontiff's absence was noted but not questioned; Bibi Dong's intensive cultivation retreat had become common knowledge even if its specific nature remained concealed.
No beast clan representatives attended publicly. The alliance I had built with the Ice Emperor remained one of my most closely guarded secrets. But I knew that observation was occurring through methods that mortal senses could not detect—ancient beasts whose perception exceeded what the assembled cultivators could imagine, watching through spiritual techniques that had been refined across millennia.
"Distinguished guests," Chen Wei began, his voice carrying through formation arrays designed for acoustic enhancement, "the Formation Collective thanks you for accepting our invitation to witness what we believe represents a significant development in cultivation resource accessibility."
The audience's attention was complete. Rumors about artificial soul ring research had circulated for years, but verifiable demonstrations had been notably absent. Today would change that.
"For millennia, Spirit Master advancement has required soul beast death. This dependency has created pressures that affect both cultivators and beast populations—pressure that limits development for those unable to hunt dangerous prey, and pressure that drives certain species toward extinction through systematic harvesting."
Chen Wei paused, allowing the familiar problem statement to settle.
"Our research has developed an alternative approach. Through formation techniques that extract and amplify spiritual essence from living beast blood samples, we can now produce artificial soul rings that provide cultivation benefits comparable to natural rings—without requiring beast death."
The murmuring that rippled through the assembly exceeded what previous announcements had generated.
"Blood samples?" The question came from a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan representative. "You're claiming that ring production can occur from mere blood rather than complete beast consumption?"
"Precisely. The formation arrays we've developed can extract sufficient spiritual essence from approximately one cup of blood drawn from a living, cultivation-age beast. The beast survives the contribution and can provide additional samples after a recovery period measured in weeks rather than months."
"The ring quality compared to natural acquisition?"
"Approximately seventy-five percent of equivalent natural ring power. A thousand-year beast's blood sample produces a ring with roughly seven hundred fifty years of effective cultivation benefit."
"That's substantial loss," observed one of the Spirit Hall elders.
"Substantial loss compared to natural rings that most cultivators cannot acquire regardless," Chen Wei countered smoothly. "A Spirit Master who lacks capability to hunt thousand-year beasts gains nothing from natural ring theoretical superiority. An artificial ring providing seven hundred fifty years of effective power represents advancement that would otherwise be impossible."
The logic was difficult to dispute. The assembly's skepticism was gradually giving way to genuine interest.
"The methodology also transforms beast clan relations entirely," Chen Wei continued. "Rather than predator and prey, Spirit Masters and soul beasts can now engage in commercial exchange. Beasts who cooperate with sample collection receive protection and resources. The extinction pressure that has threatened numerous species for centuries can be systematically reduced."
"Spirit Hall has investigated artificial ring possibilities for generations," the elder representative interjected. "The fundamental limitation—the loss of spiritual essence during storage and processing—has never been successfully addressed. How do you claim to have overcome challenges that our organization's considerable resources could not?"
"Innovation sometimes emerges from unexpected sources. The Formation Collective's approach differs from previous attempts by capturing essence through living transfer rather than death-moment harvesting. The hybrid methodology combines natural essence with formation amplification in ways that previous research apparently did not attempt."
The explanation was technically accurate while revealing nothing about my personal involvement or the actual breakthrough moments that had occurred in my private laboratories.
"Perhaps," the Spirit Hall elder said with evident skepticism, "we should observe actual demonstration rather than merely discussing theoretical implications."
"Of course. The first batch awaits your examination."
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The rings were displayed in formation-maintained stasis fields that preserved their spiritual essence while permitting observation.
Twenty yellow rings and ten purple, each glowing with the characteristic luminescence that their grade suggested. The power they contained was visible even to modest spiritual perception—genuine cultivation resources rather than fraudulent imitations.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's young master approached the display first, his assessment methodology reflecting the analytical training his clan was known for. His examination was thorough, systematic.
"The essence is stable," he announced after several minutes of analysis. "The integration properties appear compatible with standard Spirit Master absorption. Quality metrics suggest the seventy-five percent estimate may actually be conservative—some specimens approach eighty percent equivalent power."
"The yellow rings range from four hundred to seven hundred effective years," Chen Wei provided. "The purple rings approach three thousand effective years. All have been tested for integration safety using volunteer subjects whose advancement the rings successfully enabled."
The Spirit Hall representatives conducted more aggressive examination, their probing spiritual pressure pushing against the rings' formation containment. The stasis fields held—I had designed them specifically to resist investigation of this intensity.
"The production methodology," the lead elder demanded. "Spirit Hall would require full documentation before permitting widespread distribution."
"The methodology is proprietary intellectual property of the Formation Collective. We are not seeking Spirit Hall permission for distribution—we are announcing capability that will be offered through commercial channels to interested parties."
"You presume to establish cultivation resource commerce outside Spirit Hall oversight?"
"We presume to offer services that Spirit Hall has not provided and apparently cannot replicate. Oversight implies authority that licensing agreements do not require."
The confrontation was exactly what I had anticipated. Spirit Hall's power derived substantially from their role as intermediaries in cultivation resource economics. Artificial rings threatened that position regardless of the organization's formal response.
From my concealed observation point, I watched the elder's expression shift through anger, calculation, and finally something approaching resigned acceptance. Without Bibi Dong's direct involvement, Spirit Hall's representatives lacked authority for dramatic responses. The demonstration would proceed, and the implications would ripple through continental politics for years to come.
The serpent remained in shadows while its instruments reshaped the world.
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The demonstration concluded with successful absorption tests—volunteers from neutral parties accepting rings and confirming that integration proceeded as natural rings would permit.
I departed before the formal conclusion, my concealment ensuring that no observer—regardless of their cultivation level—perceived my exit. The event had succeeded beyond projections. Chen Wei would handle the follow-up negotiations that would establish distribution channels and licensing structures.
The compound was quiet when I returned, the household staff accustomed to my irregular comings and goings. I settled into the laboratory wing that occupied the property's most secure section, my attention already turning to matters that exceeded mere artificial ring production.
The golden ring.
The thought had been developing for months, crystallizing gradually from fragmentary concepts into something approaching coherent theory.
Soul rings existed in a hierarchy of ages and colors that the cultivation world had documented across millennia of accumulated knowledge. White for the youngest rings. Yellow for centuries. Purple for millennia. Black for tens of thousands of years. Red for those exceeding one hundred thousand years.
But what lay beyond red?
My own ninth ring—the three-hundred-fifty-thousand-year creation that my artificial enhancement methodology had produced—represented power that exceeded normal red-grade classification. The ring's crimson approached black at certain angles, as if the color itself could not adequately represent the power it contained.
What if that inadequacy pointed toward something the cultivation world had not yet conceived?
Divine beings possessed rings that exceeded mortal parameters entirely. The gods whose existence my memories confirmed operated according to principles that normal soul ring theory did not encompass. Their power derived from sources that mortal cultivation could not access directly.
But what if indirect access was possible?
What if a ring of sufficient power—a ring that approached or exceeded divine parameters—could be artificially synthesized using the same methodology that had created my enhanced ninth ring?
A golden ring.
The concept had emerged during laboratory work observing the essence amplification processes. The artificial rings produced through the blood sample methodology glowed with light that pure natural essence did not quite match. The difference was subtle—visible only through perception that exceeded normal Spirit Master capability—but it suggested that artificial enhancement created something qualitatively different from natural accumulation.
What if that difference could be pushed further?
What if amplification energy could be layered across multiple enhancement cycles, building power that exceeded what any single beast could accumulate naturally?
What if the resulting ring achieved colors that the natural hierarchy did not include—gold for the threshold of divinity, perhaps something beyond gold for power that approached what gods themselves commanded?
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The theory required resources that exceeded anything my previous research had demanded.
My internal reservoir of soul age—the essence remaining from my hundred thousand years of beast cultivation—still contained approximately fifteen thousand years of accessible power. Previous ring condensations had drawn from this reservoir, but substantial reserves remained.
What if that reservoir could serve as the base essence for golden ring synthesis?
The methodology would require adaptation. Self-derived essence behaved differently from externally sourced materials. The amplification process would need modification to accommodate properties that the Dream Lotus procedure had not addressed.
But the theoretical possibility existed.
I could potentially synthesize a ring from my own essence—a ring whose base age derived from my original beast cultivation, amplified through formation techniques to levels that approached divine parameters.
A ring that was, in some fundamental sense, an extension of myself rather than a harvested resource from another creature.
The implications extended beyond mere power accumulation.
Divine beings possessed rings that derived from their own nature rather than absorbed external essence. The transition from mortal to god involved transformation of self rather than merely addition of external power. A self-derived ring might represent a step toward that transformation—might create foundation for godhood that normal cultivation could never provide.
The serpent had spent a hundred thousand years accumulating power through consumption of others.
Perhaps the final step required consuming itself.
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The amplification requirements presented the primary challenge.
My previous enhancement of the Dream Lotus had achieved approximately three-point-six multiplication. Golden ring synthesis would presumably require significantly higher factors—perhaps ten or twenty times the base essence value.
Generating amplification energy at such scales demanded resources that exceeded what the Dream Lotus procedure had consumed. The compatible essence sources that amplification required would need to be measured in millions of years of accumulated cultivation.
The artificial ring production had created new possibilities.
The blood sample methodology generated residual essence during the extraction process—spiritual energy that did not crystallize into ring form but remained in the formation arrays as ambient power. This residual essence had previously been allowed to dissipate as waste.
What if it could be captured and accumulated instead?
The mathematics were more favorable than immediate assessment suggested. Each ring production cycle generated residual essence equivalent to approximately five percent of the base sample's power. Across thousands of production cycles, the accumulated residual could reach substantial levels.
The production infrastructure I had established was generating perhaps two hundred rings monthly across all grades. At five percent residual capture per cycle, that represented perhaps a hundred years of accumulated essence monthly—twelve hundred years annually.
Insufficient for the fifty million years my calculations suggested golden ring synthesis required. But the production capacity was expanding. The methodology was becoming more efficient. The timeline, while measured in decades rather than years, was not impossibly extended.
And there were other sources.
The beast clan alliance provided access to essence contributions that willing participants might provide. Not blood samples for ring production, but direct essence transfer from beings whose accumulated cultivation exceeded what the production infrastructure could generate.
The Ice Emperor herself possessed nearly four hundred thousand years of cultivation. Her willing contribution—even a fraction of her total essence—could provide amplification resources that decades of ring production could not match.
Would she agree? The request would reveal purposes I had not previously disclosed. The golden ring research remained my most closely guarded project, its implications too significant for casual sharing.
But the alliance we had built was genuine. The assistance I had provided to the beast clans had exceeded what treaty obligation required. Perhaps the trust I had cultivated could be leveraged toward this ultimate purpose.
The contemplation required time that the evening's quiet provided.
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Huang Mei found me in the laboratory as the night deepened.
Her presence announced itself through the familiar warmth that my Thermal Sovereignty perceived before her physical arrival. She had learned to move quietly enough that most observers would not notice her approach, but decades of intimacy meant she no longer tried to surprise me.
"The demonstration succeeded," she observed, settling into the chair I had placed specifically for her visits to this space. "Chen Wei's reports indicate substantial interest from multiple parties."
"The methodology works. The commercial implications will develop over the coming months."
"And you're already thinking about the next project." Her observation carried the knowing tone that years of marriage had developed. "The golden ring research you've been pursuing."
She knew. Of course she knew—decades of intimacy had taught her to read my preoccupations through signs that my concealment could not mask from someone who understood me this thoroughly.
"The requirements exceed what current methodologies can provide within useful timeframes. I am considering approaches that might accelerate the process."
"What kind of approaches?"
"Contributions from beings whose cultivation exceeds what the production infrastructure can generate. Alliance leverage that might provide resources I cannot independently acquire."
"The beast clans?"
"Among other possibilities. The Ice Emperor possesses essence that could substantially accelerate the timeline."
Huang Mei was silent for a long moment, her expression carrying depths that laboratory lighting could not entirely illuminate.
"You've been preparing for something since before I met you," she said finally. "Events that you've never fully explained. Conflicts that you believe require power exceeding what normal cultivation can achieve."
"The events approach regardless of my preparations. The question is whether my preparations prove sufficient when the moment arrives."
"And you believe the golden ring is necessary for that sufficiency?"
"I believe I need more than I currently possess. Whether the golden ring is achievable or even necessary remains uncertain. But the research represents the only path toward capabilities that might genuinely contest what approaches."
"What exactly approaches, Lin Xiao? After all these years, after everything we've built together—don't I deserve to understand what drives you toward power that transcends mortal limits?"
The question demanded honesty that strategic calculation suggested avoiding.
But this was Huang Mei. My wife. The person who had taught me what love meant, who had accepted my secrets without demanding revelations, who had built a life with me despite understanding that significant aspects of my nature remained concealed.
"I possess memories that should not exist," I said quietly. "Fragmentary awareness of events that have not yet occurred—conflicts that will involve divine beings, confrontations that will reshape continental politics, forces that can destroy Title Douluo with casual effort."
"You know the future?"
"Pieces of it. Incomplete information degraded by time and circumstances I do not fully understand. Enough to prepare. Not enough to predict specific outcomes with confidence."
"And these future events—they involve threats to us? To everything we've built?"
"They involve threats to everything. The conflicts approaching will not discriminate between those who prepared and those who did not. Survival requires power that I am not certain I can achieve."
Huang Mei processed this with the thoughtful attention that significant matters deserved.
"You've been carrying this knowledge alone for decades," she said finally. "Preparing for disasters that you couldn't share, couldn't explain, couldn't ask for help addressing."
"The knowledge seemed too dangerous to share. Too likely to create questions I could not safely answer."
"And now?"
"Now the events approach closely enough that preparation alone may not suffice. I may need to act directly. May need capabilities that exceed what solitary accumulation can provide."
Her hand found mine with the casual intimacy decades had cultivated.
"Then stop trying to achieve transcendence alone," she said simply. "The team has followed you for years without understanding your full purposes. We've built something together that exceeds what any of us could have created individually. Whatever the golden ring requires—whatever contribution our combined resources can provide—you have it."
"The process might require essence contributions that temporarily diminish your cultivation."
"Temporary diminishment in service of permanent protection. The mathematics are straightforward."
"The risks are not fully predictable."
"Neither were the risks of joining a hunting group led by a mysterious orphan with a strange serpent spirit. Neither were the risks of building a restaurant empire, or establishing intelligence networks, or any of the other ventures you've led us through." Her grip on my hand tightened. "We trust you, Lin Xiao. All of us. Whatever you're preparing for—let us help prepare with you."
The sentiment touched something that my earlier self would never have recognized.
The serpent had spent a hundred thousand years alone. Had accumulated power through solitary effort, had survived through individual capability, had built everything it achieved without relying on others.
But I was no longer purely that serpent.
The transformation that had changed my form had also changed my nature. The relationships I had built were not merely strategic assets but genuine connections. The family that had developed around me represented something that exceeded mere utility.
Perhaps the golden ring was not meant to be achieved alone.
Perhaps the serpent's final advancement required acknowledging that individual power, however vast, was not the only resource worth cultivating.
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The morning brought conversation that would reshape the research trajectory entirely.
The team gathered at my request, their expressions carrying the attentive concern that unexpected summons from me typically generated.
"The golden ring research has reached a stage where individual resources prove insufficient," I began without preamble. "Advancement requires contribution from beings whose essence can combine with mine through specialized formation processes."
"Contribution how?" Wang Tao's question was direct as always.
"Resonance transfer during synthesis. The methodology I'm developing would draw compatible essence from your cultivation to amplify the base ring's formation. The process would require your presence, your willing participation, and temporary reduction in your cultivation as the transferred essence integrates with the synthesis."
"Temporary reduction meaning what exactly?" Xiao Mei's intelligence training made her quantify implications.
"Approximately ten to fifteen percent of current cultivation, recoverable through three to six months of dedicated practice."
"That's substantial," Chen Wei observed. "But recoverable."
"And the purpose of this synthesis?" Xiao Mei continued. "What outcome justifies the investment you're requesting?"
"Power that approaches divine parameters. Capability that might contest forces that currently exceed what mortal cultivation can address."
"You keep speaking of approaching forces," Wang Tao said. "Conflicts you've been preparing for since before we met. Don't we deserve to understand what we're preparing to face?"
The question echoed Huang Mei's from the previous evening. The team had accepted my secrets for decades, but the scope of what I was now requesting warranted explanation they had previously been denied.
"Events are approaching that will reshape continental politics," I said carefully. "Conflicts between powers that exceed what most cultivators imagine possible. Divine beings whose involvement will determine outcomes that normal cultivation cannot influence."
"Divine beings?" Chen Wei's expression mixed skepticism with concern.
"The god trials that Bibi Dong is currently undertaking represent one example. Others will follow. The cultivation world's current balance will be disrupted by forces that Title Douluo cannot adequately contest."
"And your golden ring research is meant to provide capability that can contest such forces?"
"It is meant to provide capability that might ensure our survival regardless of how those forces resolve their conflicts. Protection for everyone I care about against threats that my current power cannot guarantee defeating."
The team exchanged glances that communicated through the understanding decades had cultivated.
"We've followed you this far," Huang Mei said finally, speaking for the group. "Trusted you through years of unexplained decisions and concealed purposes. Whatever the golden ring research requires—whatever contribution our essence can provide—you have it."
"The risks are not fully predictable," I cautioned.
"Neither is the future you're preparing for," Wang Tao countered. "But preparing together is better than preparing alone. Whatever's coming—we face it as a family."
The declaration carried weight that exceeded mere words.
Family. That was what we had become, despite origins that should have made such bonds impossible. A transformed soul beast and four humans whose lives had intertwined across decades of shared purpose.
The serpent had learned many things during its human existence.
But perhaps the most important lesson was that the bonds it had built represented power beyond what any ring could provide.
The golden ring research would proceed—not as solitary pursuit but as collaborative endeavor.
And whatever emerged from that collaboration would be something genuinely new.
Something neither serpent nor human alone could have created.
Something that the approaching conflicts might find genuinely formidable.
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The beast clan contribution came three weeks later.
The Ice Emperor arrived at the compound through methods that mortal observation could not detect, her presence announcing itself only when she chose to reveal it. The meeting occurred in my private laboratory, away from any possibility of observation.
"You have achieved much since our alliance began," she observed, her ancient eyes assessing the research equipment that filled the space. "The blood sample methodology alone has transformed beast clan prospects more thoroughly than centuries of previous efforts."
"The methodology serves purposes beyond immediate utility. The long-term goal has always been something more fundamental."
"The golden ring you pursue." It was not a question. Her perception exceeded what I could conceal from beings of her age and power. "You seek transcendence through artificial means rather than natural cultivation."
"Natural cultivation has limits that approach cannot exceed. The divine threshold requires something that pure accumulation cannot provide."
"And you believe artificial synthesis can cross that threshold?"
"I believe it represents the only approach available to someone of my nature. The god trials that human cultivators might pursue are not accessible to a transformed beast. The inheritance paths that some Title Douluo follow require sponsorship I have not sought and likely could not obtain."
"You could seek inheritance from beast clan sources. Several transcendent beings would consider sponsoring a cultivator who has contributed as substantially as you have."
"Such inheritance would create obligations that my purposes cannot accommodate. I require power that is genuinely my own, not derived from another's grace or conditioned upon their approval."
The Ice Emperor was silent for a long moment, her expression carrying depths that her near-transcendent existence had accumulated.
"You are proud," she said finally. "Unwilling to owe your power to any source beyond yourself. It is a quality I recognize—one that I share."
"Pride serves survival. Dependency creates vulnerability."
"And yet you have come to me seeking contribution. Essence from my cultivation to fuel your golden ring synthesis."
"Contribution offered freely rather than inheritance granted conditionally. The distinction matters."
"Does it?" Her smile carried edges that suggested amusement at my careful categorizations. "You split philosophical hairs while requesting power that would take me decades to recover. The practical reality remains the same—you need something I possess, and you are asking me to provide it."
"I am offering exchange rather than requesting charity. The assistance I have provided to the beast clans—the blood sample methodology, the population recovery programs, the protection arrangements—these represent value that essence contribution would reciprocate."
"You have tallied your contributions carefully."
"I have noted them accurately."
The Ice Emperor studied me with the assessment that her centuries of existence had refined.
"How much essence do you require?"
"Approximately fifty thousand years of compatible amplification material. Your contribution would represent perhaps fifteen to twenty thousand years, combined with other sources including my own internal reservoir and contributions from my team."
"Twenty thousand years." She processed the number with the calculation that significant decisions demanded. "Perhaps six months of recovery time for me. Not trivial, but not devastating."
"The contribution would be freely offered or not offered at all. I will not accept essence provided under coercion or obligation."
"You would refuse power that might ensure your survival if the terms did not satisfy your pride?"
"I would refuse power whose acquisition compromised principles that make survival worthwhile."
Her expression shifted to something approaching respect.
"You have grown, little serpent. When we first met, I perceived a being whose only principle was self-preservation. Now I observe someone who values things beyond mere continuation of existence."
"The transformation included more than physical form."
"Evidently." She rose from the seat she had occupied during our discussion. "I will contribute what you require. Not because of debts tallied or obligations calculated, but because I have come to believe that your success serves purposes that transcend either of our individual interests."
"What purposes?"
"Survival of something worth preserving. The changes you are bringing to the cultivation world—the blood sample methodology, the beast clan protections, the technologies that benefit ordinary humans—these represent a trajectory that I wish to see continue. Your golden ring advancement ensures that trajectory remains possible."
"You are investing in my vision rather than merely reciprocating my assistance."
"I am investing in someone who has demonstrated capacity to achieve goals that benefit beings beyond himself. Such investment is rarely misplaced."
The declaration exceeded what I had anticipated. The Ice Emperor was offering not merely essence contribution but endorsement of my purposes—support that extended beyond transactional exchange into something approaching genuine alliance.
"Thank you," I said, the words carrying weight that my nature did not easily permit.
"Do not thank me yet. Your synthesis may fail. The golden ring may prove impossible. The conflicts approaching may destroy everything regardless of your preparations." Her smile carried the acceptance that near-transcendent beings developed toward mortality's uncertainties. "But I would rather have tried than have surrendered to inevitability without resistance."
The sentiment resonated with something fundamental in my nature.
The serpent had survived a hundred thousand years through resistance rather than surrender. The approach had not changed despite the transformation of form and purpose.
Whatever approached—whatever conflicts demanded my involvement—I would face them with every resource I could gather.
The golden ring synthesis would proceed.
And the world, though it did not yet know it, was about to discover that the shadows concealed power approaching what gods themselves commanded.
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End of Chapter 20
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