Chapter 43 - The Difference Between Cultivators and Mortals

Now that Ghu Nadda had cut himself off from all external matters as he focussed on breaking through to the 4th Layer Qi Palace realm, Yaan found himself out of a job…not that he needed one with his current wealth. He was also without much connection to the Ghu Clan, or really anyone in the city.

North Ghu City was bustling with activity these days as Qi masters from the surrounding hundreds of miles travelled to this place for the purpose of the inheritance. It opened once every ten years, so not everyone showed up every decade, but enough Qi masters from across the Northern Ghu Province would make their way here, that the city was noticeably more lively. In some places it was crowded even, making it difficult to walk by, even in these broad and usually spacious streets.

Yaan had learned much about the geography of the Ghu Province, and even knew vaguely of what lay beyond these lands. The Ghu Clan was the overlord of the Ghu Province, but there were other significant factions, such as the 9 Northern organisations. There were other organisations of similar strength to these, located further South and along the Western coast, which bordered a vast ocean with no end in sight. To the East was the Jyu Province, whilst the Bal Province bordered the region South-East and South of the Ghu Province, though Yaan knew very little about those places and how they compared to the Ghu Province.

Of course, this inheritance wasn’t so grand that it would attract attention from different provinces; honestly, Qi masters wouldn’t even travel to the inheritance from as far as the central Ghu Province. The inheritance opened every decade, so it would be absurd to attract flocks of people from so far away with every opening. To be honest, Yaan wasn’t yet sure if the Northern organisations would be attending…

Yaan thought about the things he had experienced and learned since arriving in this city 2 years ago. As he walked though the streets and examined the various wares for sale, he realised something.

None of these things caught his eye anymore.

A Rank 3 recovery pill in the past would have made him salivate with greed, but nowadays, that was basically chump change. His requirement for resources was beyond monstrous now, Rank 3 pills were the minimum that could be of use to him. Even then, he would need far too many if he was only using ordinary Rank 3 resources.

Eventually, Yaan decided to visit the battle arena. Unfortunately, it was extremely crowded all around and he doubted that he would find anyone who could help him anyway, so he sighed and turned to leave.

“Eh? Oh, young master Yaan!”

Yaan paused and turned slightly as a familiar voice entered his ears. When he recognised who it was, he couldn’t help but smile.

“Leon, it’s been a while.” Unexpectedly, Yaan ran into Leon, the tour guide he encountered when he first arrived in North Ghu City!

“Haha, just a couple of years. Hey, how about I give you another tour, eh?” The young man's eyes shone as he thought about Yaan’s generosity in the past.

Yaan chuckled slightly and gave a faint nod. Leon’s expression lit upon and he rushed to Yaan’s side, then began pushing through the crowd so that Yaan had a clear walk way.

Leon acted casually, but he was secretly shocked. Yaan had clearly changed, yet he also hadn’t changed at all!

Appearance wise, he looked exactly the same as before. He was perhaps slightly paler with a more refined and less brutal aura. He was no less terrifying though, the opposite was in fact true. Despite restraining his aura, Yaan’s calm demeanour showed his confidence in his strength. He carried himself in a way that Leon often saw in Sect Elders, making him feel an instinctual deep sense of respect.

“Young master, where would you like to visit this time?”

“Hmm…I was just thinking that it would be best if I moved to the inner sector.” Yaan replied calmly.

“Inner sector? This…” Leon looked uncertain and scratched his head.

“If you’re thinking it’s too expensive, then it shouldn’t be a problem.” Yaan smiled confidently. Although he used up most of his valuable pills during his 3-Star ascension, he still had 12 Rank 4 vital recovery pills remaining, along with many valuable treasures which would definitely fetch a high price should he choose to sell them.

“Young master, even the cheapest small temples and manors cost a Rank 3 recovery pill each month to rent…” Leon smiled wryly, shaking his head and sighing at the absurdly high price.

Yaan nodded, it was actually a bit cheaper than he had expected. It was still 200 times more than the cheapest accommodation in the outer sector, but there was no longer anything in the outer sector that interested him, aside from the bloody arena, though that was actually on the sector border.

“That’s not a problem, I can go up to, let’s say…5 a month, but only if it comes with an excellent training facility that makes it worth the price.” Yaan had plenty of money, but he didn’t want to squander his funds pointlessly.

Leon’s jaw dropped.

“Young master, you were actually so rich?!”

“No, I just got a job like you suggested, then some things happened and I ran into some money.”

Leon stared at him dumbfoundedly, making Yaan laugh.

“Here.” He threw a small pill to Leon who caught it and took a brief glance. He looked away, but then suddenly, his head whipped back towards the pill with a gaze that could cut through steel.

“R-Rank 3 recovery pill! Young master, this, I, I can’t accept it, this is too-”

“Just take it.” Yaan interrupted, stretching his arm out and closing Leon’s hand around the pill. “This isn’t much for me. Consider it your advance for finding me a good home at a good price. Within 5 miles of the bloody arena would be best, and training facilities are definitely a plus too. Uh, also a decent amount of secure storage…”

Thinking about all of the wealth he had accumulated, but his inability to operate spatial rings, Yaan sighed. Unless he wanted to reveal his secret and hire a servant to open his spatial ring for him, his only option was to store his riches in a secure vault. He would keep some of his more valuable riches within a spatial ring which Nadda had already sorted for him, but that ring only contained those things that Yaan had no use for right now.

This was one of the reasons Yaan was moving to the inner sector; currently, those items were stored within his temple in the outer sector, hidden in a secret basement that Yaan dug out himself. This was only a temporary solution, it didn’t feel secure enough that he was comfortable leaving everything like that for a long period of time.

Yaan already knew that Leon was an excellent guide who specialised in haggling prices down by an impossible margin. Ever since Yaan began working with Nadda, his perception of money had undergone a drastic change. A single Rank 3 recovery pill really wasn’t much to him now, so he was willing to show his sincerity to Leon by paying him with this upfront.

You could never have too much money, but there was also no reason to hoard your wealth and never spend. Money existed to be spent…money, in Yaan’s eyes, was simply something he needed in order to procure resources. If he had an endless amount of money, then his training speed would become dumbfounding.

Though, he knew that he was a bit strange in that regard. Others seemed to get stuck at bottlenecks for years at time, unable to improve due to their insufficient dao comprehension. To this day, Yaan didn’t understand what ‘dao' was at all, yet he apparently had such an incredible comprehension over it that he never found himself stuck at realm boundaries.

‘Dao is the laws of this world!’

‘Dao is the flow of all things through time and space…’

‘Dao is oneself.’

‘Dao is the experience of your own existence.’

‘Dao is the connection between the self and the world, all carried effortlessly like an endless river through time.’

…

Whenever he asked others about this matter, he would receive flowery answers like this, which he thought just sounded like poetry. He could only conclude one of two possibilities. Firstly, it was possible that nobody actually knew what dao was and they were all just pretending to understand it. The second possibility was that people were terrible at describing and explaining dao, making it difficult to understand dao through words alone.

Whatever it was, Yaan supposed that it didn’t really matter so long as he continued to improve. Once he actually reached a difficult bottleneck, he would probably give it some more thought.

With Yaan’s requirements in mind, Leon ran off and promised to return at the same time the following day. Yaan didn’t return home, but spent this day wandering around the inner sector and visiting some interesting looking shops. He didn’t buy anything yet…he still intended for Leon to help with that too.

With Yaan’s needs in mind, Leon found 12 places, of which he thought that 3 suited Yaan the best, though they were also the most expensive.

After visiting the temples, mansions, palaces and other grand feats of architecture adored by rich Qi masters, Yaan settled on the 3rd of the three chosen by Leon.

“This…I know it fits everything you wanted, but is this really worth four Rank 3 recovery pills every single month?” Leon asked hesitantly.

“Mm.” Yaan nodded. “I’m only staying for 11 months anyway.”

Leon’s expression suddenly changed.

“You, you don’t mean that you’re going to the inheritance, do you?” His eyes widened fearfully.

“I am.” Yaan didn’t deny it and nodded calmly.

“You can’t!” Leon blurted out. “Ah…sorry, young master.” He scratched his head, embarrassed by his outburst. He knew it wasn’t really his place to give a more powerful Qi master advice, but he couldn’t help it.

“I know it’s dangerous, but I naturally have my reasons for going and possess knowledge regarding the danger.” Yaan smiled at Leon. For someone to worry so much about a stranger was extremely rare. Even Yaan himself wasn’t such a kind hearted person.

Throughout his life, which had been forever confined to the inside of North Ghu City, Leon was most terrified, and most apprehensive of the nearby inheritance. He had watched as that horde of Qi masters threw themselves in, yet barely 10% of them returned. His own mother was included in those losses, 9 years ago now.

And soon, that tragedy was about to repeat itself. Despite knowing the dangers, Qi masters flocked to this death trap only to willingly throw themselves in…Leon didn’t understand it, he couldn’t understand it, and he couldn’t bear watching someone like Yaan entering that place.

However, when he was about to continue with trying to persuade him, Leon stopped. He looked Yaan in the eyes and saw something for the briefest of moments.

He wasn’t like the others, filled with greed and disregarding all else. He wasn’t disdaining this inheritance, deciding that the dangers must be exaggerated. His eyes were firm. He was going to enter the inheritance, as if this was the only possible course of action. In the end, Leon sighed and shook his head, dropping this matter reluctantly as he realised that Yaan’s mind would not be changed.

After helping Yaan to find some more good deals on a variety of resources, Yaan treated Leon to tea at a high-end tea-store.

“Leon, you’ve lived in this city your whole life, right?” Yaan suddenly asked as he sipped a cup of green tea.

Leon blinked in surprise, then quickly nodded.

“Right this is my home. I was born here, it’s a cultivation paradise, so-”

“You should try exploring the world one day. Or at least, explore some of the places around the city.”

“I…I would, but…I…”

“Why do you cultivate?” Yaan suddenly asked, seemingly from nowhere.

Leon blinked in surprise at this second strange question, but he thought it over carefully. In the end, he just shrugged and explained:

“To strive for a better life. The strong live at the top, they have power, so they are able to do what they want, own what they want, say what they want, live how they want…whilst the weak are trampled by the strong, like ants beneath their boots. They don’t even consider us before taking a step. I just…want a better life.”

Yaan looked thoughtful for a few minutes after this, whilst Leon also seemed to become dazed.

“I think, that’s not a bad reason at all. To strive for a better life…such a thing can’t really be refuted, who doesn’t want a better life?” Yaan finally spoke.

“Then young master…why do you cultivate?” Leon asked curiously.

“Hmm…” Yaan had of course been expecting him to return the question, but even after thinking it over for a few minutes earlier, his answer wasn’t as clearcut as Leon’s.

“At first, I cultivated to gain enough strength to kill someone…for revenge. But that person died miserably in something completely unrelated to me. He died before I became strong enough, he died without me seeing his fall, without even leaving behind a corpse.”

Leon listened silently and looked at Yaan deeply.

“After that, my life was in danger for some time…so I cultivated to survive. I needed to become stronger in order to survive, so I just focussed on that. As I continued my journey, I ended up here, then I met you, Leon.”

Leon's eyes widened in shock.

‘To think he had been through so much immediately before meeting me! I had no idea, at the time, I just thought he was some rich young master!’

“And now…I cultivate because I cultivate. Every trouble in my life could have been avoided if only I was strong enough to handle it. Every failure in my life was a result of my own weakness. So, perhaps I cultivate to become stronger than anything this world can throw at me. To become strong enough that I can control my own fate. To become strong enough that I finally understand this life…”

Yaan tailed off towards the end there. He felt like his answer was a bit of a ramble without any clear point, but Leon felt differently. Listening to Yaan speak, he realised the difference in their mindsets.

Whilst he cultivated to improve his life, Yaan’s life itself was the journey of cultivation.

The two became silent again and Leon fell into deep thought. Unknowingly, a full hour passed by. Yaan slowly stood up, drawing Leon’s dazed gaze.

“Qi masters, demons, body cultivators, all real cultivators…they all pursue something. Something that they see as unattainable, yet pursue with all their heart anyway. The cultivation world is cold and cruel, death is commonplace and the fallen are rarely remembered. Cultivators are willing to risk their lives for a chance to achieve greatness, because that is a cultivator’s path, the path they choose, the only path they care to follow.”

Yaan pulled out a small leather satchel from his inner pocket, placed in a few cheap things, then threw the satchel to Leon and walked away calmly.

Leon remained silent. He stared after Yaan for a long time, before realising that he was holding a bag when Yaan disappeared from view. When he opened the bag, his eyes went round and he quickly closed it.

The bag contained a variety of items of the cultivation world. This bag and its contents were easily worth twenty times more than what Leon had made throughout his life until this day. After he hurried home and carefully scrutinised each item, he understood.

“This…these things cover all the basics that a Qi master needs, as well as enough resources for me to reach the True Yuan Qi realm within 5 years at the very most!”

Yaan didn’t know if giving those trinkets to Leon would bring him harm or fortune. It was all dependent on Leon, and what he decided to do from here on. Talking to the guide boy just now, Yaan felt that Leon was living half way between the world of mortals and the world of Qi masters.

Mortals lived, then died, trying to enjoy the brief time in between. They lived with the knowledge and acceptance that they would one day die, that was the nature of a mortal's life.

Qi masters lived with a clearcut purpose; to walk further along the path of cultivation. Strength, longevity, truth…they lived a life that brought them enlightenment, distancing themselves from the blissful ignorance of mortals.

Although North Ghu City was a city of Qi masters, there were also mortals born into the city who would live their lives and die here without ever seeing the outside world.

Leon was one such person. Though, he stepped onto the path of cultivation because he couldn’t stand being stuck at the bottom of society, an ant below the feet of the strong. However, he was like a mortal in that he just wanted a simple, peaceful life. He even worked such a safe, low paying and ordinary job, whilst treating cultivation as a little side venture. He was like a mortal who practised with an old sword in his free time; the mortal could swing the sword, but he wasn’t truly a warrior.

Yaan saw that Leon was confused by Qi masters, despite being one himself. He had the power of a weak Qi master and the heart of a normal mortal. It was impossible to forever live in both worlds, eventually, you would find yourself being dragged to one side and forced to live that life.

Yaan decided to give him that small bag on a whim. Leon had assisted him when he first arrived in this city, whilst those things weren’t worth anything to Yaan at this point anyway.

If he so desired, Leon could make use of those few resources to properly step onto the path of cultivation. Or, he could sell it all for gold and silver, he could leave this city and settle down in a mortal village or kingdom nearby, with enough riches to live out his life comfortably and plainly. Perhaps he could even start his own family clan, passing down those riches for generations to come.

The choice was his own, and Yaan didn’t care which way he went. It was Leon’s choice to make, it was his life to live.

“If I could undo all of this and return to a plain mortal life…would I?” Yaan muttered to himself, staring up into the sky and watching as the clouds drifted by slowly.

In the end, he was unable to answer this question. He would of course love to rewind history, to prevent the massacre of his family, but…

Even if they hadn’t died that day, their village was wiped out by a beast tide not long after. If Elder Sun had never arrived at their village, his parents and sister would have lived for a while longer…but then, he and Elia would have also died to the beast tide along with everyone else.

Yaan shook his head and sighed. Thinking about such ‘what ifs’ was meaningless. The past was the past, he could only live in the present and direct the future. Yaan no longer had to option of turning back and living a mortal life.