Murim Recurve Chapter 170
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Re'Kha continued to walk, sensing the presence of two people before her. One of them walked past her, heading into the fog behind while the other just stood in place. The moment she approached the person, she heard a clear, bold voice.
"We'll collect one Prana Stone. The rest are yours. You can register them under your name and retrieve them whenever you wish."
"Thank you," Re'Kha nodded and turned left, entering the chamber beside. It was a spacious room. And through her perception of the surroundings based on the interaction of the air with it, she could get a general gist of its dimensions.
She wasn't using Wind Qi perception, for activating that would turn her Tikka jewellery grey and cause her a lot of problems. Therefore, all she had to depend on was the developing sensory perception of her that improved every time she used her Wind Qi perception.
It still hadn't become accurate enough to rely on in a battle, but when she was walking slowly, it was enough for her to not walk into any objects. Thanks to her conversation with Yavar Adiga, she was still able to retain some knowledge. Though, they were just basic.
But, it was these basics that she could use to slowly comprehend and enrich her understanding of all the memory from Earth that was in her mind. That was why she focused solely on learning the basics. After all, she could learn the advanced stuff any time she visited Earth. All she needed was an access to the internet, a word she could still know the meaning of here.
Though, she didn't know anything beyond that now. Using her perception, Re'Kha calculated the dimensions of the room accordingly, 'Length…10 metres, breadth…10 metres, height…8 metres?'
It was only a general estimate. Still, it was more concise than before. For her world didn't have a proper system of units for measurement. They worked on a relative perspective and differed based on who did the measurement.
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Considering how their power system worked, it was enough. But after getting to know the system of measurement used on Earth, Re'Kha felt it would prove to be more useful for her if she also got accustomed to using it in her daily life.
Besides, it would help enrich her knowledge base and allow her to understand more and more information about Earth in her mind. That would save her a lot every time she did a Quest.
At the centre of the room was a massive circular platform, spanning a radius of four metres. Covering it wholly were spherical concaves, numbering 365 in total. Among them, almost two hundred were filled with tiny spherical stones. They were the Prana Stones.
Every Prana Stone the Burfuna Vi Clan possessed were stored in this place. But, as to the concern of whether any would be stolen, there wasn't. After all, seated nearby was a being fully shrouded by a veil, covered from head to toe, preventing one from recognising the age, physique, or even the gender of the person.
Based on her understanding, an Elder of the Clan always stood guard in the chamber with the Prana Stones. He/she oversaw it and ensured nothing unfair took place. As they were typically incredibly old, and possibly a couple of generations prior, they didn't have any favourites among the Clan and maintained fair play.
Re'Kha immediately bowed towards him, "Re'Luk pays respect to Elder."
An ambiguous voice resounded from within, "You can place all the Prana Stones in it and take the tablet with you. If you want, you can consume them right now. The choice Is yours."
"I don't need the Prana Stones for the time being. But, I want Lady Mu'Tua to receive the six Prana Stones on my behalf." Re'Kha then stared in the direction of the Elder, turning silent.
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"Alright, it is of no problem. Give the tablet to her once you exit. She can use that to retrieve her share of six Prana Stones anytime in the future." The Elder's voice resounded.
Re'Kha removed the Prana Stones from her tablet and placed them on the circular platform in the centre, putting one in each spherical concave. She was able to sense the places where there was a concave and where a Prana Stone had occupied…barely.
It was like a hunch as the sensations of the wind interacting with them were transmitted to her skin. Air was a fluid whose individual particles never remained still and were constantly in a state of movement. Therefore, even in the most silent rooms, she could still perceive her surroundings.
Though, in her present state, the range was barely ten metres around her. Anything beyond, and the sensation she felt became too vague to make sense. Even now, she slowly placed one Prana Stone after another, finally finishing after some time had passed.
The Elder didn't seem to mind her actions, for he was going to spend days at a stretch in the same spot anyway. So, he had incredible patience. Moreover, it wasn't as if anyone else would be arriving in the room, so he was fine with Re'Kha taking her sweet time.
"Thank you for giving me this chance to use your Clan's quota, Elder." Re'Kha made a bow of gratitude.
"I'll be waiting for any results from Mu'Tua. I hope this has been a success." The Elder said from within, motioning for her to leave.
Re'Kha bowed once again and left, accompanying the owner of the clear, bold voice as they exited the narrow chamber, soon exiting the hall before he bode her farewell. At the entrance of the hall was Mu'Tua, waiting for her with anticipation.
"How did it do? Do you feel anything strange?" The moment she spotted her, Mu'Tua bombarded her with a flurry of questions.
"I don't feel anything different from before," Re'Kha replied, making a display by moving her hands up and down, even making a punching action. Her posture and her movement were enough for Mu'Tua to determine there wasn't anything unusual about her.
She then pulled Re'Kha along as they boarded the cycle rickshaw that had been waiting all along, "Let's quickly return home and check your condition."
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