CHAPTER 161
### The Road West
Three days west of the hollow they hit the market town of Linsha.
He had never been to Linsha. It was south of their standard routes. He had not known it existed until Bing Xi said: there is a relay station in Linsha and we need supplies.
Linsha was not small.
It was the kind of market town that had developed at the intersection of three sect territories and had learned to be neutral the way practical people learned to be neutral — not because of conviction but because neutrality was better for business.
The market was active.
He had not been in a crowd since —
He thought about Feng Luo's warning in the transition zone. The environment reading the between quality. The Sovereign stage property of the domain reaching into everything contacted.
He looked at his hands.
He committed.
He walked into the market.
Nothing happened.
The full commitment to the between meant no leakage. He had practiced it since the stream. The water stayed still. The bark of trees stayed still. The air around him did not organize itself around his presence.
He walked through the market like a person walking through a market.
It was the most ordinary he had felt in fourteen months.
He bought supplies without incident.
He passed forty-seven people without any of them experiencing the domain's passive contribution.
He counted the stalls.
He stopped at seventeen.
He had counted.
He looked at the stalls.
He had been practicing not counting for three months.
And here in a market in Linsha with supplies in his hands he had counted seventeen stalls without thinking about it.
He thought about what Feng Luo had said.
The counting was the mechanism to get here. You do not get rid of it. But you stop making new counts.
He had counted.
The counting had been automatic.
Not a management strategy. Not a thing he was doing to hold himself in the present tense.
Just a thing he had done because he was in a market and there were stalls and his mind had counted them.
He had counted seventeen stalls in Linsha and felt completely fine.
He looked at stall eighteen.
Then he looked away.
He did not need to count eighteen.
He knew seventeen had happened.
He kept walking.
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Lin Mei found him at the relay station.
She had the supplies. He had the supplies. Bing Xi had the supplies.
She looked at him.
"The market," she said.
"Yes," he said.
"You counted something," she said.
"Seventeen stalls," he said.
"Automatically," she said.
"Yes," he said.
She looked at him.
"Is that a problem," she said.
He thought about it.
"No," he said. "I thought it might be. It wasn't."
"The counting changed character," she said.
"Yes," he said. "It was not management. It was just — the stalls were there and I counted them."
"Like breathing," she said.
He looked at her.
"You breathe without counting the breaths," she said. "Except when you count them deliberately."
"Yes," he said.
"The counting became breathing," she said.
He looked at the relay station.
At the market behind them.
At the seventeen stalls he had counted without deliberation and without needing to stay at seventeen.
"Yes," he said.
She wrote it down.
He watched her write.
"The cultivation cost section," she said. "The cost management supplemental. The section on what the costs produce." She wrote. "The Tempering cost produced the domain reading temperature instead of feeling it. The Sharpening cost produced the transition from managing the between to embodying it." She paused. "The Sovereign cost produced the transition from deliberate counting to automatic counting to breathing."
She wrote the last line and stopped.
She looked at it.
"What is breathing," she said.
"Being here without managing being here," he said.
She wrote that too.
"Yes," she said.
"It took fourteen months," he said.
"Yes," she said.
"And seventeen stalls in Linsha," he said.
"Yes," she said.
She closed the documentation.
She looked at him.
He could not read her expression.
He had stopped reviewing the archive data of her expressions and making deferred assessments.
He was looking at her face the way he had looked at the stalls.
Just looking.
"What," she said.
"Nothing," he said.
"You are looking at me," she said.
"Yes," he said.
"Without counting," she said.
"Yes," he said.
She was quiet.
"Is that better or worse," she said.
"More complete," he said.
She looked at the relay station.
"Still slightly cultivator-brained," she said.
"Yes," he said.
"But more complete," she said.
"Yes," he said.
She picked up her pack.
"The road goes west," she said.
"Yes," he said.
She walked west.
He followed.
Bing Xi fell in behind them with the specific wall-present direction-held quality that had been her default since Beicang.
She looked at the back of Jian Yu's head.
She looked at the back of Lin Mei's head.
She looked at the road west.
The functional-humor expression — she did not have Li Shan's exact expression but she had its Bing Xi equivalent.
It lasted four seconds.
She kept it to herself.
She walked west.
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