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◈ Cultivating Underground ◈
Chapter 55
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The gap in the rock face widened until three or four people could pass through side by side.
Wind blew through the opening. The smell of warm earth carried a faint trace of burning.
Of the three Golden Core elders standing before the realm gate, the white-haired elder in the middle spoke in a grave voice.
“Listen carefully. The intruders use vicious methods and are extremely skilled at ambushes and slaughter. A moment of carelessness means death.”
The elder’s gaze passed over the cultivators’ faces.
“Each group must make harvesting its assigned spirit fields and holding its position the top priorities. But if you’re cut off, retreat to the nearest stone fort without delay. Reinforcements will relieve you in fifteen days. We still don’t know the enemy’s numbers or the location of their hidden entrance. Come back alive.”
The cultivators all cupped their hands.
“We’ll remember your words.”
The Foundation Establishment cultivators at the front passed through the realm gate in turn.
Do Mun-gyeom looked back.
“Follow me.”
Yi Hyeon followed him with his two fellow disciples.
The man to his left was Senior Brother Ak Mu-gu. He had high cheekbones and thick eyebrows, with three black iron tokens hanging in a row at his waist.
The female cultivator to his right was Senior Sister Mae So-gun. A single jade hairpin held her hair in place, and her sleeves were fastened tightly at her wrists. She had been studying the map of the secret realm in her hand for some time.
Both were at the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment.
Yi Hyeon stepped into the realm gate.
Ssssss.
A strange sensation brushed over his body.
It felt as though he had passed through a thin sheet of water, but his robe stayed dry. For a moment, the ground seemed to fall away beneath him. Then both feet touched a rough stone slab.
“Hmm...”
He looked up at a sky tinged with red.
Long, low mountain ridges overlapped beneath the clouds. Trees crowded the slopes, and thin mist drifted along the valleys.
Yi Hyeon took a moment to feel the warmth rising from beneath his feet.
‘So this is Lesser Yang qi. It does seem slightly different from ordinary fire-attribute spiritual qi...’
“Don’t linger in front of the realm gate! Move farther inside!”
Yi Hyeon turned toward the shout ahead.
Low stone walls and several halls stood around the realm gate. Formation flags were planted close together outside the walls, and cultivators stood guard here and there.
The injured sat beneath the eaves of one hall.
One had an entire arm wrapped in bandages. Another swallowed a poison-expelling pill with their eyes closed. The chest of one cultivator’s robe had turned black. They showed no reaction even as a fellow disciple beside them cut away the cloth.
‘It looks like things aren’t going well.’
...
A short while later.
The leaders from each peak gathered around a map inside a spacious hall.
A cultivator at Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment pointed to the red dots on the map.
“While the reinforcements were preparing, we withdrew from three more spirit fields. The enemy doesn’t stay in one place for long. If we approach in force, they retreat, then turn up somewhere with fewer people.”
Do Mun-gyeom asked, “So they aren’t keeping troops in the fields they’ve occupied?”
“They’ve left people in some of them. But don’t assume the ones you can see when you approach are all they have. They’re cunning and very skilled at fighting as a group. Unlike us cultivators from the Gon Kingdom, they seem to have a great deal of experience in war.”
The cultivator pointed to the eastern side of the map.
“We’ll secure this area first. Yeonha Peak will take charge of harvesting and defending Jeoksu Garden. I’ll assign some Byeokra Sect cultivators to you as well.”
“Understood.”
...
After leaving the hall, Do Mun-gyeom explained the mission to the three of them.
Jeoksu Garden was a spirit field two hundred li east of the realm gate.
“Even when we split up, stay close enough to keep track of one another’s positions. Don’t chase the enemy recklessly if they flee.”
Just then, someone called to Yi Hyeon from behind.
“Fellow Cultivator Yi?”
Yi Hyeon turned.
A middle-aged cultivator in a pale green robe was looking at him.
It was a familiar face.
“Fellow Cultivator So?”
“So it really is Fellow Cultivator Yi Dong-sam!”
It was So Bul-ui of the Byeokra Sect.
They had served together as resident cultivators at the Anneung Kingdom’s Immortal-Serving Court. Long ago, they had watched Yuk Gyeong-cheon and Wan Cheong-jo spar together. Now So Bul-ui’s aura showed that they had reached Foundation Establishment.
So Bul-ui cupped their hands.
“You’ve succeeded in establishing your foundation too. Congratulations.”
“Congratulations to you as well, Fellow Cultivator So.”
“It’s been about twenty years for me. When did you...?”
“About ten years ago.”
“I see. Has it already been forty years since we met in the Anneung Kingdom?”
So Bul-ui studied Yi Hyeon’s face.
“I still remember how you handled that spear. Commander Yuk and Instructor Wan thought so highly of you.”
“Are you going to Jeoksu Garden too, Fellow Cultivator So?”
“Yes. Two of us will be going from our sect, including me.”
When Do Mun-gyeom approached, So Bul-ui offered another greeting.
Once the introductions were over, spiritual light rose beneath the cultivators’ feet. They took to the air, left the formation surrounding the realm gate, and flew east.
...
They passed two burned forests on the way to Jeoksu Garden.
Collapsed walls and blackened water barrels stood among the trees. Uprooted spirit plants lay scattered across slopes that had once been spirit fields. Only deep pits remained where formation flags had stood.
Mae So-gun looked down.
“Most of what’s left down there is ruined.”
...
At Jeoksu Garden’s spirit fields.
Do Mun-gyeom remained in the air above the center of the fields. Ak Mu-gu and the Byeokra Sect cultivators surveyed the surroundings from different heights. Below them, Mae So-gun and Yi Hyeon harvested medicinal plants.
Mae So-gun carefully spread a flower’s red petals.
Thin red lines ran in neat rows along their inner surfaces.
“We can take this one.”
She planted a small wooden marker beside it.
“Junior Brother Yi, its roots spread a long way to the side. Start by checking over here.”
“Understood.”
Yi Hyeon placed a hand on the ground.
He could faintly sense the roots extending beneath the soil. As he moved his fingers, the earth around the Fireheart Orchid gently parted.
Scrape.
A small clod rose with the roots and soil held together. Mae So-gun looked surprised, but placed it in the jade case she had prepared.
“Goodness... I’ve never seen anyone use the Soil-Turning Spell so well.”
“Haha...”
They moved from one plot to the next, checking the plants’ medicinal ages, separating their roots from the ground, and sealing them in jade cases. With the secret realm still unsecured, they were trying to gather anything useful before an attack could destroy the fields.
Yi Hyeon had just crouched before the next plant when his Sound-Listening Spell caught a very faint but sharp whistle through the air.
‘Hmm?’
Hummm.
Spiritlight Shields appeared on every side of him.
Ka-ka-ka-clang!
Dozens of bone needles coated in black, deadly poison struck the shields, scattering sparks.
At the same time, a white sword made of bone skimmed through the reeds across the irrigation channel and shot toward Yi Hyeon’s neck.
Its tip pierced one of the Spiritlight Shields already under the needles’ assault. Yi Hyeon dodged to the side. The bone sword brushed past his neck, then turned in midair and swept around behind him.
A second bone sword shot up in front of him.
Mae So-gun had already put away the jade cases and risen into the air. Blue-green silk unfurled from her sleeve. Just as it was about to cover Yi Hyeon’s back, a black streak of saber light shot diagonally out of the forest.
“Not so fast!”
Mae So-gun turned her wrist. The softly hanging silk went rigid and met the saber light head-on. The force of the collision burst beyond the edge of the field, and a cultivator holding a saber appeared among the trees.
She immediately split the end of her silk and stabbed toward both of the attacker’s shoulders.
Explosions also rang out one after another overhead.
Ak Mu-gu’s iron tokens blocked sword light flying in from every direction. So Bul-ui’s blue jade ring shot toward a flag spewing poisonous mist.
Do Mun-gyeom swept a hand outward, sending a long stream of red fire through the air. Talismans drifting down like leaves burst into flames, but several cultivators hiding behind them changed altitude and launched their magical implements again.
Meanwhile, a black iron spear had appeared in Yi Hyeon’s hand below.
His figure blurred as he shifted position. The spear brushed the side of the first bone sword.
Ka-clang!
Another crash rang out almost at once. The first bone sword flew backward and collided with the second in midair.
The cultivator behind the reeds was briefly thrown off by Yi Hyeon’s almost magical response. Yi Hyeon had made two magical implements moving under their Sword Control Spell collide like that. It was hard to believe he had done it on purpose.
‘Is he just lucky?’
Two more cultivators shot out from behind the reeds and rocks.
The one controlling the bone swords also rose into the air, setting a skull-shaped seal afloat above one palm.
A blood-red hooked chain and a chilling blue yin wind swept in from either side. As those two attacks narrowed Yi Hyeon’s escape routes, the seal fell from overhead.
Just as the three attacks were about to converge, Yi Hyeon’s figure swayed strangely.
Square-Inch Step flowed into Ground-Shrinking Step, leaving overlapping afterimages where he had stood. Before anyone knew it, the image of Yi Hyeon holding his black iron spear split and shot toward all three cultivators at once.
“...!?”
A flash like lightning seemed to pierce three directions. Then two of the figures dissolved into illusions.
But the last figure reflected in the eyes of the cultivator trying to recall their bone swords was no illusion.
A flash!
A dazzling thrust at a single point, without a wasted movement.
A spear projection split the bone token the cultivator hastily brought out, tore through their Protective Spiritlight, and pierced the right side of their chest like lightning.
The impact surging through the spear shaft made their eyes roll back. The seal overhead and the bone swords all lost their light at once.
“...!”
Farther away, So Bul-ui froze while flying over and recalling their jade ring.
‘How... did he do that?’
Of the three Foundation Establishment cultivators who had ambushed Yi Dong-sam, two had been fooled by illusions. The last hung limp with a hole through the chest.
So Bul-ui could even tell that the illusions had not been created by a spell. Yi Dong-sam had performed that unbelievable feat through martial skill alone.
The sight brought back a memory of Yi Dong-sam deflecting Yuk Gyeong-cheon and Wan Cheong-jo’s attacks in the Anneung Kingdom’s training hall long ago.
So Bul-ui had found it strange even then. But had that skill really been great enough to turn the tables on three Foundation Establishment cultivators’ killing moves at once and bring one down in a single strike?
So Bul-ui poured spiritual power into the jade ring again. Even while knocking aside a black flag flying toward them, they could not forget the movement of the spear tip they had just seen.
The two cultivators remaining around Yi Hyeon did not attack again.
Bang!
One released a cloud of deadly poison smoke while the other swept a chain across Yi Hyeon’s path. Taking that chance, they retreated in different directions.
...
Meanwhile, the battle overhead was also coming to an end.
As Do Mun-gyeom’s flames swept across the sky above the fields, the enemy’s attack faltered. Ak Mu-gu trapped a fleeing cultivator’s flying sword between his iron tokens and snapped it. The cultivator fighting Mae So-gun also hurried back.
The remaining enemies scattered at once. Ak Mu-gu raised an iron token toward the figures retreating at heights dozens of jang apart, but Do Mun-gyeom lifted a hand to stop him.
“Don’t chase them. Let’s account for everyone first.”
A short while later, the others landed beside Yi Hyeon.
Do Mun-gyeom placed a hand against the fallen cultivator’s neck to check their pulse. Then he sprinkled medicinal powder over the chest wound and placed restrictions on their dantian and limbs in turn. Only after confirming that the bleeding was slowing did he turn to Yi Hyeon.
“You’ve done impressive work, Junior Brother Yi. Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No.”
“Well done.”
...
Inside Jeoksu Garden’s administration hall.
The Byeokra Sect cultivator who had come with So Bul-ui pressed a blue talisman between the prisoner’s brows. As the cultivator formed hand seals, the pattern on the talisman slowly sank into the prisoner’s forehead.
“Aaaargh!”
The prisoner twisted and screamed. When the cultivator stopped forming seals and repeated the questions, the lips that had remained tightly shut finally parted.
The prisoner confessed to coming from Skull Island, a branch of the Yin Bird Sect, which belonged to the Nammyeong Twelve-Sect Alliance.
As the account continued, the expressions of the Danso Sect and Byeokra Sect cultivators grew grim.
According to the prisoner, war had never once stopped for hundreds of years in the waters where the twelve Nammyeong sects were based.
Slaughter between sects over spirit veins and raids to seize sea routes and resource-rich islands were everyday events there. When one faction was driven out, it spread elsewhere, staining another place with blood. From the Qi Refining stage onward, cultivators had to survive a life of murder and ambush.
The prisoner also said that in the thirty-odd years since reaching Foundation Establishment, all the days spent away from the battlefield added up to less than three years. Even most of that time had been spent recovering from injuries.
According to the explanation, the twelve sects had formed their alliance to reduce their excessive internal competition and turn their cultivators’ military strength overseas. They had invaded the Ram Kingdom long ago. Later, while expanding into the Chang Kingdom, they had apparently discovered a realm gate leading into the Hwacheon Secret Realm.
Do Mun-gyeom examined the identity token taken from the prisoner.
“Where is that realm gate?”
“I don’t know... My sight and spiritual sense were sealed when I entered. They weren’t released until I arrived here...”
“Who guided you?”
The prisoner’s head drooped, and no further answer came.
The Byeokra Sect cultivator checked the prisoner’s condition and shook their head.
“If we push any further now, the prisoner will die.”
Do Mun-gyeom put down the identity token.
“Let’s send the prisoner to the main force.”
...
Yi Hyeon was examining the medicinal plants taken from the Skull Island cultivator’s storage pouch.
Unfamiliar jade tokens, talismans, and items bearing restrictions had already been set aside.
Apart from the spirit stones, what caught his attention were several small wooden boxes.
They were packed with young Fireheart Orchids.
The soil clinging to their roots varied, as did the sizes of the plants. With no labels from the sect’s spirit fields, they seemed to have been gathered from the wild within the secret realm.
Beside them were two sacks of red soil.
Yi Hyeon picked up a little soil and felt warmth touch his fingertips.
‘Were they planning to try growing them outside too?’
Do Mun-gyeom approached.
“Interested in the soil?”
“I was looking because they brought soil along with the Fireheart Orchids.”
“They must have been trying to transplant them. Our sect has tried that too.”
“It doesn’t work even if we move the soil with them?”
“We tried bringing over the soil, the water, and even stones from beneath the spirit fields. I hear some of the plants survived. But they didn’t develop the medicinal potency we needed.”
Do Mun-gyeom looked down into the boxes.
“Their medicinal ages are low, and some have damaged rootlets. None of these will be useful as medicinal ingredients. You can simply keep them, Junior Brother. Try growing them or examine their medicinal potency, whatever you like. You were the one who subdued that scoundrel anyway.”
“Thank you.”
After Do Mun-gyeom left, Yi Hyeon examined the Fireheart Orchids’ roots again. The soil in the boxes had not dried out, and vitality remained in the roots.
Yi Hyeon put away the young plants the Yin Bird Sect cultivator had gathered, then stored the red soil separately.
* * *
Three days had passed since they entered the secret realm.
The war was going from bad to worse.
They had repelled the enemy at Jeoksu Garden. Other units had also captured or killed quite a few foreign cultivators, but the territory their side held kept shrinking.
Cultivators escorting supply convoys were ambushed. Two who had gone to retrieve the wounded did not return. Those left guarding recaptured spirit fields came under attack in the night.
...
The next day.
Orders arrived to gather the remaining medicinal plants at Jeoksu Garden and the supplies in its storehouse, then retreat to the stone fort in the west.
Do Mun-gyeom put down the Voice Transmission Talisman.
“We’ll leave before the day is out.”
Mae So-gun looked toward the spirit fields.
“What about the young plants?”
“Leave them.”
“Understood.”
She studied the map for a moment, then pointed to two places marked for harvesting.
“Then we’ll only gather what’s in these two plots.”
Yi Hyeon also rose.
First, he went to the clearing in front of the administration hall and took a yellow formation disk and nine formation flags from his storage pouch.
Ak Mu-gu looked over.
“A defensive formation?”
“The Nine-Bend Dust-Sand Formation. I thought it would be useful around the place where we’re gathering the supplies.”
Yi Hyeon moved around the clearing, planting the formation flags.
Some went inside the stone wall, others between the irrigation channel and the storehouse. When he fitted spirit stones into the formation disk, faint light linked the nine flags.
Hummm.
Yi Hyeon tucked the formation disk inside his robe and headed for the spirit fields.
...
It was a little past noon.
Mae So-gun returned to the clearing in front of the administration hall and finished sealing the last jade case.
“We’re done here.”
Ak Mu-gu descended from the hall’s roof.
“The western route is still clear too.”
The two Byeokra Sect cultivators were keeping watch from the western wall. All the supplies from the storehouse had been gathered on one side of the clearing.
Do Mun-gyeom nodded.
“Then let’s pack everything up and...”
He stopped.
The sound of waves came from somewhere.
Shhhhhhh.
Yi Hyeon looked up.
Jeoksu Garden had only irrigation channels and a small pond. There was no body of water large enough to make such a sound.
At that moment, the Origin-Protecting Seal in his sea of consciousness brightened.
Hummmmm.
The primordial unity true qi that normally flowed in a tiny stream was suddenly drawn away at speed. Layers of patterns surrounded his primordial spirit and began to turn.
Yi Hyeon’s expression changed.
“Beware of the sound!”
The strange noise of waves seemed to carry the subtle power of soul enthrallment, confusing the primordial spirit and numbing the senses.
Mae So-gun’s eyes lost focus slightly, and she nearly dropped the jade case in her hand. Ak Mu-gu’s iron tokens also wavered off course.
But their eldest senior brother, Do Mun-gyeom, was at the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment.
“You dare use such foul tricks!”
Fierce power erupted from Do Mun-gyeom’s dantian. His roar, imbued with spiritual power, burst out like thunder, briefly cutting off the spell-empowered sound boring into their ears.
“Withdraw your spiritual sense and guard your primordial spirits!”
Mae So-gun and Ak Mu-gu snapped back to their senses. But a pale streak of light was already flying toward them.
Whooosh!
It split in midair, aiming at Mae So-gun’s back, Ak Mu-gu’s neck, and Do Mun-gyeom’s chest at the same time.
Yi Hyeon cast Spiritlight Shields and activated the formation disk inside his robe. Sand rose all around them, covering the clearing in layers of yellow curtains.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two streaks aimed at Mae So-gun and Ak Mu-gu pierced the curtains and struck the Spiritlight Shields.
Do Mun-gyeom was outside the Nine-Bend Dust-Sand Formation, but he had already extended a hand and wrapped the projectile coming at him in flames. The smell of burning bone spread from the fire. A finger-sized bone nail fell to the ground, charred black.
After confirming that his three fellow disciples were safe, Do Mun-gyeom immediately thrust out both hands. Two fire dragons carrying vast spiritual power tore through the air and vaporized the sheet of water rising from the channel in front of the hall.
Whoooosh!
A cultivator forming hand seals behind the water curtain was engulfed in flames and screamed. Ak Mu-gu’s three iron tokens spun through the air, mercilessly crushing the attacker’s chest as they passed.
Mae So-gun also quickly sent three defensive talismans into the air, adding another barrier.
At the western wall, So Bul-ui and the other Byeokra Sect cultivator were fighting the enemy.
Yi Hyeon looked farther away.
On a rock beyond the spirit fields stood a cultivator in a blue-gray robe.
A large clam floated in front of the cultivator. Ripples of sound flowed without pause from the gap between its open shells.
The aura the enemy revealed was no weaker than Do Mun-gyeom’s. When the cultivator pressed down on the upper shell, blue ripples gathered in one place. The head of one advancing fire dragon burst apart from within.
Four sword cultivators rose together from behind the rock. Another five or six cultivators appeared in the forest. In an instant, more than ten enemies were closing in from every direction.
Beneath the rain of sword light filling the sky, Yi Hyeon spread his fingers.
Fwoosh.
Flames split into fine threads.
Dozens of strands slipped through gaps in the sand curtains and swept across the sword cultivators’ paths. Some pursued flying swords. Others clung to the Protective Spiritlight surrounding the cultivators’ bodies.
In that brief opening, Do Mun-gyeom completed his hand seals.
Red flames swelled and tore menacingly through the space between the sword cultivators.
“To the west!”
Do Mun-gyeom shouted.
“Fellow Cultivator So, the two of you clear the way. Junior Brother Ak, gather the remaining supplies!”
Mae So-gun was already putting the jade cases into her storage pouch.
Ak Mu-gu’s three iron tokens spread out in different directions. Using them to shield the clearing, he gathered the remaining supplies into his storage pouch.
Yi Hyeon held the formation disk and watched the area beyond the sand barriers.
After striking the Nine-Bend Dust-Sand Formation several times, the enemies began spreading out to the left and right.
At Yi Hyeon’s gesture, all the remaining sand surged up at once and covered the front of the hall.
In that opening, the nine formation flags pulled free and flew toward him. He put away the flags and disk, then kicked off the ground.
The four from Yeonha Peak followed the Byeokra Sect cultivators ahead of them over the low stone wall behind the hall.
Do Mun-gyeom’s flames cleared their path, while Ak Mu-gu’s iron tokens blocked magical implements flying in from behind.
The four moved quickly through the shadows of the rocks. Where the ground fell away, they flew low, then immediately ducked beneath the next rock face.
If they flew high, there would be nowhere to hide. The sword cultivators followed overhead, sending flying swords down at them. The other cultivators spread out on either side, waiting for the group to appear between the rocks. Each passing streak of sword light sliced corners off the rock faces.
Spiritual light flashed across the western gorge. The Byeokra Sect cultivators ahead were clearing a path. The group turned that way and ran along the rock face near a stone bridge.
Do Mun-gyeom and Mae So-gun crossed first.
Just as Ak Mu-gu reached the center of the bridge, the three sword cultivators following Yi Hyeon all descended. The sword light that had been widely scattered a moment before converged between the two men at the rear.
Booom!
The middle of the stone bridge collapsed.
Ak Mu-gu moved his iron tokens beneath his feet to block the sword light and flew to the other side. Yi Hyeon also rose into the air behind him, but at that moment, water surged up from the gorge below.
Shhhh!
The water curtain curled around, surrounding Yi Hyeon from the front and both sides. The three sword cultivators overhead turned their flying swords in different directions, pouring sword qi into every place where he might cross the curtain.
“Junior Brother Yi!”
At that moment, a blue-green bell rose into the air amid the chaos.
Crash! Boom!
Sword light rained down from every direction and struck the bell with ear-splitting crashes. Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the high-grade Body-Guarding Bell, and its spiritual light shook violently.
In the middle of that storm, Yi Hyeon’s voice transmission rang in Do Mun-gyeom’s ears.
[Go on ahead! I’m confident I can escape!]
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Hyeon used the Thousand-Geun Drop. At the same time, he fastened an Earth-Origin Force anchor to the bedrock at the bottom of the gorge and pulled himself down.
Whooosh! Bang!
Accelerating fiercely, he broke through the current and slammed into the ground. As dirt and stones burst into the air, his figure vanished into the earth without a trace.
“...!”
Yi Dong-sam had even retrieved his bell-shaped magical implement in the middle of it all!
After witnessing that unbelievable sight, Do Mun-gyeom and the others set aside their worries about Yi Dong-sam and hurried west.
...
Earth and stone flowed endlessly around Yi Hyeon.
Rather than heading deep underground at once, he first moved sideways along the gorge’s bedrock, leaving the area where the enemy was attacking. When the impacts shaking the ground grew distant, he turned west, the direction his fellow disciples had taken.
Several times along the way, he rose close to the surface and peered outside through cracks in the rocks. Only after confirming that the enemies following his fellow disciples had finally given up the chase did he slow down.
He could have done more if he had wanted to, but it was awkward to reveal his full strength in front of his fellow disciples while posing as Yi Dong-sam, a second-layer Foundation Establishment cultivator. Of course, if they had been in danger, he would have revealed his abilities to save them. Fortunately, there had been no need.
Yi Hyeon poked his head out from beneath a rock on a deserted slope and took out a Tier 2 Voice Transmission Talisman.
[This is Yi Dong-sam. I escaped safely. I’ll take a route underground, so please don’t put yourselves at risk trying to find me. I’ll keep watch for signs of the enemy and take my time rejoining you.]
The talisman filled with light and flew away.
Yi Hyeon slipped beneath the rock again and gradually descended, seeking a safe distance from the surface. As he did, a warm, clear energy brushed over him.
He paused and examined his surroundings. The Lesser Yang qi he had felt in the spirit fields above was flowing upward through narrow cracks in the bedrock.
‘Huh? I do happen to be alone right now... Should I try finding the source of this Lesser Yang qi...?’
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