《Mountain's folly》8. Gifts galore.
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The other disciples seemed pretty worried about the fact I was now the protegee of apparently quite a powerful Elder, that was bad, as they seemed quite antagonistic towards him, as soon as the shock of my potential power wore off, a few of the disciples almost seemed to get ready for combat, along with the asshole who had been so aggressive towards me.
He advanced quite quickly once he got over the shock.
His followers quickly followed suite, quickly brandishing weapons and talismans. That was not good. It wasn't much good putting such a huge target on my back, getting me killed when I couldn't even begin to fight back.
I was pleased to see one or two begin to get ready to come to my defense if need's be. Not to save me I would imagine, just to go against the annoyed asshole. Still, any help that I could get, I would.
"Enough Disciple Enri, what in all the mountains are you doing?"
Seeming to move back so fast it was like he never acted. He immediately got into a position of appeasement towards these new figures who had appeared. Elder Leo among them luckily, who looked very pleased with himself in fact.
"Look at the potential of my disciple and despair" what followed was quite a long and manic laugh.
The other two Grand Elders just seemed to sigh. Making their way down towards me, buffeting the group of attackers out of the way. Two of the people who had been preparing to come to my rescue, bowed their head a little and intoned master.
These two Cultivators obviously cared a bit more about their appearance than Elder Leo, neither of them seemed older than 40, but the aura around them only lost out to Leo a little bit. My prime would turn and run for his life if he came into contact with either of them.
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"A good seed to be sure, you are right with his constitution, he will advance through Emerald Body at quite the pace, just with Immense pain."
With a nod Elder Leo joined them on the ground.
"Yes as is true for all practitioner of the path of Emerald."
The group of disciples who had been all to ready to attack me, flinched quite heavily when they heard that. Interestingly one of the disciples who had seemed ready to come to my rescue, also showed signs of distress. I would have to figure out why, lest I cultivate a snake in my garden.
"Okay, we agree with your choice."
Elder Leo did look at them like they were a bit stupid.
"I have already made the announcement, there would not be much you could do otherwise"
The two Elders just laughed, unfortunately with the reactions of the people behind the Elders with less than professionally schooled expressions, I got the sense that in terms of Soft power, Elder Leo was quite far behind. which I did expect, just maybe not as bad a situation politically as it truly was. Still in trouble comes opportunity, with him being a weak presence in the Sect obviously, apart from his great strength. Lent me a great formula for chaos and enforcing several accords that might aid me. It gave me quite a bit of free reign.
"Elders, thank you for coming to my abode, This disciple is just curious whether you will be staying for refreshments of any sort"
The Elders seemed quite pleased with my basic attempt at etiquette. The fact that I was still supplicant with the reactions other had around me with their view of my potential. Was a good sign in their eyes.
"No we will be leaving, we have just decided to gift you some items that will greatly help in your path of cultivation. We hope to see you among our ranks of Elders as quick as possible."
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The reaction of the attackers still duplicated behind me, made it clear it was a snub. Which was definitely fair, I had never seen a nascent soul disciple. It was obvious that these guys were still clinging to the influence being the Chief disciple of a Grand Elder, rather than become Elders in their own right. Which when they reached Nascent Soul they really should have done.
"Here you are young one. Gifts from both Grand Elder Mio, and me Grand Elder Opit. Take them with pride and cultivate relentlessly. Good luck Child."
With a nod to both the Grand Elders they quickly faded away as if they never existed.
Looking down at the Rings in my hand I quickly moved into my abode before any of the other disciples could try to talk to me. Luckily they seemed to have little interest for the moment for whatever reason.
Finally safe in this extremely lavish place. It was far nicer than any place even my Prime had ever stayed in. These Towering Mountain folk, really do live it large. It was impressive.
What was even more impressive was the haul that was inside the Rings. Pills upon Pills, techniques and resources abound. If my prime had stolen these rings from enemy cultivator, he would have been celebrating for a year. I was just handed these. How powerful was this Sect truly?
With this windfall, I had a chance to progress quickly, now I could have an excuse for getting to core formation within a couple of weeks. I would be able to plan more with my prime in just a few weeks. I would have to get the Elders path, and begin to practice it. I would say he can observe anything that occurs in the abode.
For now I would consolidate my power in the Qi gathering. Before making the breakthrough to Foundation building I would have to consult with the Grand Elder, but for now I could rest and cultivate.
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