Chương 304: Homecoming & Goodbyes

The expression on Wei Lin's face was priceless: a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and amusement all rolled into one. Lin Mei's face had gone several shades redder than Su Yue's fire techniques, and I couldn't help but enjoy their discomfort just a little bit. Elder Chen Yong chuckled behind me, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. Liu Chang and Su Yue exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the show.

Wei Lin was the first to recover, clearing his throat and stepping away from Lin Mei with practiced nonchalance.

"Ke Yin! You're back earlier than expected."

"And you two were apparently making good use of my absence," I replied, unable to keep the grin from my face. Lin Mei's blush deepened, but she composed herself admirably.

"We thought you'd be gone at least another week," she said, her voice only slightly higher than usual.

"The journey back from the Black Mist Valley usually takes longer."

"We had help," I said, gesturing to my master before stepping forward to close the gap between us.

"It's good to see you both." The formality broke as Wei Lin laughed and pulled me into a brief, firm embrace.

"It's been too quiet without you getting us into trouble."

"Me?" I protested, feigning offense.

"I believe you have that backward." Lin Mei joined our circle, her embarrassment fading into genuine joy.

"The herb gardens haven't been the same without you asking endless questions about every plant."

"Speaking of questions," Wei Lin said, his gaze shifting to the unfamiliar disciples behind me.

"You seem to have collected some new friends." I turned and gestured to Liu Chang and Su Yue.

"This is Liu Chang and Su Yue, fellow disciples from Azure Peak. They've been..." I paused, searching for the right words, "... instrumental in ensuring the mission's success." Liu Chang stepped forward with a respectful nod.

"Ke Yin is being modest. Without him we would have failed both missions." Su Yue smiled warmly.

"It's been an educational experience, to say the least."

"Inner disciples?" Wei Lin guessed, noting the quality of their robes despite the travel wear.

"Indeed," Liu Chang confirmed.

"Though rank matters little when facing down a city lord." That comment drew sharp looks of surprise from both my friends. Lin Mei's eyes widened.

"A city lord? What exactly have you been doing, Ke Yin?"

"It's a long story," I said with a sigh that was only half-exaggerated.

"One that involves spatial fluctuations, competing sects, and a flower that apparently everyone was willing to kill for." Elder Chen Yong, who had been observing our reunion with quiet amusement, finally spoke up.

"And one that should probably be continued once you're all properly settled. These disciples have traveled far and faced much." Liu Chang seemed to take this as his cue. He bowed to Elder Chen Yong, then turned to me.

"We should report to the mission hall and then rest. The journey has been... eventful."

"Of course," I agreed, realizing they were tactfully giving me time with my friends. Su Yue stepped forward.

"It was an honor to fight alongside you, Junior Brother. Perhaps our paths will cross again soon."

"I'm sure they will," I replied, genuinely meaning it. Despite the dangers we'd faced, working with them had been refreshing, they were competent, brave, and honorable in ways that seemed increasingly rare in the cultivation world. As they prepared to depart, I felt a twinge of guilt.

"Su Yue," I called after her, "about those fire element herbs you mentioned wanting to collect from the valley..." She turned back with a knowing smile.

"Don't worry about it. The experience was worth more than a few herbs." My suspicion was confirmed, her desire to collect herbs had been merely an excuse to help me without making me feel indebted. The realization only deepened my respect for her. After they had gone, Elder Chen Yong placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll find you later for our discussion, disciple. There are matters we must address regarding your... inquiries." I nodded, understanding he meant our conversation about Life Realm inner worlds.

"Thank you, Master." With a final nod to Wei Lin and Lin Mei, the elder left. That left the three of us standing on the bridge, the awkwardness of their interrupted moment giving way to the comfortable familiarity of old friends.

"So…you fought a city lord and lived to talk about it?" Wei Lin asked.

"Actually, Elder Chen Yong did the fighting," I admitted.

"I just provided the reason." Lin Mei shook her head, exasperation and fondness mingling in her expression.

"Only you could leave for a simple herb-gathering mission and return with tales of battling city lords." Simple? I will never look down on herb missions again, they are far from simple.

"What can I say? I'm talented that way," I replied with a shrug, not wanting to worry them with the truth. It was then that I noticed the travel clothing they wore.

"But enough about me. Where exactly are you two headed?" The question sobered Wei Lin's expression. He exchanged a glance with Lin Mei before answering.

"We're making a short journey to the Blackfang Mountains."

"The Blackfang Mountains?" I repeated, alarm rising in my chest.

"That's demonic beast territory." Wei Lin nodded, his face set with determination I rarely saw in him.

"I need to strengthen my cultivation before the tournament." I studied my friend's face, seeing past the confident exterior to the insecurity beneath. Wei Lin had always been strategic in his advancement, using his family's resources and connections to progress steadily if not spectacularly. This sudden rush toward danger was out of character.

"What brought this on?" I asked quietly. Wei Lin's gaze dropped momentarily before meeting mine again with newfound resolve.

"When you left for that mission, I realized something. I realized how useless I was, am, when it really matters." You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.

"Wei Lin—" I began, but he raised a hand to stop me.

"No, let me finish. When you faced those Voidneedle Wasps, what did I do? Hid behind your formation. When my father was dying, what did I do? Came running to you for help. When you left for the beast wave defense, where was I? Too weak to even qualify." Frustration colored his voice.

"I'm tired of being the one who needs protection, Ke Yin." His words struck something within me. I'd never thought of our friendship in terms of power or protection. To me, Wei Lin and Lin Mei were simply good people, kind, genuine souls in a world where such qualities were often seen as weaknesses to be exploited. I valued them for who they were, not for their cultivation levels or combat abilities. Yet I understood what Wei Lin was feeling. The cultivation world was harsh and unforgiving.

Power meant survival, and the gap between stages widened exponentially as one advanced. With the rapid progression of my own cultivation, it was only a matter of time before I left them far behind, not by choice, but by the natural consequence of our different paths and abilities.

"I've made good progress," Wei Lin continued, his voice brightening slightly.

"I've reached the Seventh Stage of Qi Condensation." I couldn't hide my surprise.

"Seventh Stage? Two stages in just a few weeks?" Lin Mei nodded, her expression a mixture of pride and concern.

"And if he gets the demonic energy he needs, he can complete his eighth stall."

"Eighth Stage of Qi Condensation," I breathed. The news shocked even me. Wei Lin and I were now at the same cultivation level, and from the sound of it, he might soon surpass me. This was unexpected, especially considering our cultivation methods. My World Tree Sutra was a Beyond Heaven rank cultivation method, something supposedly rare and powerful enough to create sect patriarchs and matriarchs. Wei Lin's Merchant's Path was an Earth rank method, far more common and with supposedly limited potential.

Yet here he was, matching my progress despite the vast difference in our cultivation foundations. I suppose this was the power of resources, the Wei family's wealth and connections providing spiritual treasures and cultivation materials that most disciples could only dream of. No wonder the major clans dominated the cultivation world; talent mattered, but wealth could accelerate progress dramatically. Yet, despite the disparity between our background and resources, I didn't feel any jealousy or competitive edge.

If anything, a warm satisfaction spread through me at seeing my friend come into his own. The cultivation path was often depicted as a solitary journey, with practitioners inevitably leaving friends and family behind as they ascended to higher realms. I'd resigned myself to that eventuality, assuming that my unusual circumstances and abilities would eventually create an unbridgeable gap between myself and those I cared about. But maybe it didn't have to be that way…

"Don't look so surprised," Wei Lin smiled at my reaction, a hint of his old confidence returning.

"I learned from watching you push your boundaries. If you can advance so quickly with determination and clever thinking, why can't I do the same with resources and calculation?"

"The tournament won't know what hit it," I said, patting him on the back.

"That's the plan," Wei Lin's eyes gleamed with determination.

"I'm tired of being the one who needs protection, which is why I need to do this."

"We've worked out a plan," Lin Mei added.

"Wei Lin will hunt in the mountains during the day, bringing back demonic essence for me to process in town each evening." It was a reasonable plan, perhaps even a good one. Yet I couldn't shake the unease the thought of them heading into danger without me. I then thought of the baby star and the two suns in my inner world, and all the other secrets I kept even from my closest friends. Who was I to judge Wei Lin for pushing his boundaries?

"I understand," I said finally, squeezing Wei Lin's shoulder.

"This is something you need to do for yourself." Relief washed over his features.

"You're not going to try to stop us?" I shook my head.

"Who am I to stand in the way of your cultivation journey? Just be careful out there." I squeezed his shoulder once more for emphasis.

"Demonic beasts are unpredictable, and demonic energy is corrosive to mind if not properly handled."

"We're taking every precaution," Lin Mei assured me.

"I've packed enough purification herbs to cleanse a demonic lord's lair." Wei Lin chuckled.

"And I've plotted three different escape routes from every hunting ground I've identified." That was the Wei Lin I knew, always with a backup plan, and a backup for the backup.

"When do you leave?" I asked.

"Now," Lin Mei replied.

"We were just saying our... farewells... when you arrived." I smirked at the reminder of their interrupted moment.

"Quite thoroughly, from what I saw." Wei Lin coughed and Lin Mei blushed again, but there was laughter in her eyes now.

"We should be back within a week," she said.

"Plenty of time before the tournament begins." An awkward silence fell as we all realized it was time for them to depart. I'd just returned, only to immediately say goodbye again.

"Well," Wei Lin said finally, extending his hand.

"Until we meet again, brother." I clasped his forearm in the traditional cultivator's grip.

"May your steps be steady and your enemies slow." He grinned at the old saying.

"And may your formations hold and your wine never sour." I turned to Lin Mei, who surprised me by pulling me into a quick hug.

"Take care of yourself, Ke Yin. No more fighting city lords while we're gone."

"I make no promises," I replied with a smile as she stepped back.

"Look after each other," I added, glancing between them.

"And remember, no unnecessary risks. I need you both in one piece."

"We'll be careful," Wei Lin nodded.

"And when we return, we'll celebrate your promotion to inner disciple."

"Don't jinx it," I warned, but his confidence was infectious. With final waves and smiles tinged with sadness, they turned and continued across the bridge, heading away from Azure Peak and toward whatever destiny awaited them in the Blackfang Mountains. I watched until they disappeared around the bend in the path, wondering why their departure left me with such a strange sense of foreboding.

"They'll be fine," Azure's voice echoed in my mind.

"They're more capable than you give them credit for."

"I know," I replied silently.

"It's just... I have a bad feeling about this."

"You have a bad feeling about everything," Azure countered.

"It's your default state of existence." I couldn't argue with that. Since arriving in this world, caution had become my closest companion, perhaps too close.

"Come," Azure prompted.

"You need rest, food, and that bath you've been dreaming about for days." That, at least, was true. After the chaos of Black Mist Valley, the battle with the City Lord, and the long journey home, I felt as though I'd been dragged backward through a cultivation furnace. Turning away from the bridge, I headed up the path toward the outer disciple quarters, looking forward to the simple comfort of clean clothes and a hot meal.

The Moonlit Dew Flower rested safely in my storage ring, and for now, at least, I could afford a few hours of peace.

The hot water enveloped me like a blessing, steam rising to cloud the small bathing chamber. I sank deeper, letting the heat seep into muscles sore from days of travel and tension. The private bathing quarters were one of the few luxuries afforded to outer disciples, and I had never appreciated them more than at this moment. It didn't take long for my thoughts to drift to the Moonlit Dew Flower.

Since I would be using the herb for myself rather than turning it in for the mission reward, I wouldn't be receiving the promised contribution points. But that hardly mattered compared to what the flower could do for my inner world development. Spatial stabilization during breakthroughs was valuable enough, but Elder Chen Yong had hinted at more esoteric uses, particularly for cultivators with unusual spatial characteristics in their inner worlds.

Given the blue sun and other anomalies in my inner world, I suspected the flower would be especially beneficial for me, as for the how, I would need to ask Master. The thought of the elder brought both anticipation and anxiety. Finally, I might get answers about the strange development of my inner world without the manipulation I would have faced from Madam Butterfly. After dressing in fresh robes, I returned to my quarters.

They were exactly as I'd left them three weeks ago, though someone had cleared away the dust. Probably Lin Mei, I realized with a pang of gratitude. I was just finishing arranging my meager possessions when a knock sounded at the door. Assuming it was another disciple with a message, I called, "Enter!" The door slid open to reveal Elder Chen Yong, his imposing presence somewhat diminished by the wine stain still visible on his collar.

"Master," I said, bowing respectfully.

"I didn't expect you so soon."

"The matters we need to discuss shouldn't wait," he replied, his tone surprisingly serious.

"Are you prepared for our conversation now?" I nodded eagerly, gesturing for him to enter the small room.

"Of course. I've been hoping to learn about Life Realm inner worlds for some time." To my surprise, Elder Chen Yong shook his head.

"Not here."

"But—" I began, confused.

"The walls have ears in this sect," he interrupted, his voice low.

"And the topic you wish to discuss is... sensitive." My curiosity heightened.

"Where are we going then?"

"The Formation Guild," he replied, his expression darkening slightly.

"It's time I had a word with that demon about putting my disciple in danger." Madam Butterfly. Of course. I should have realized she wouldn't simply disappear from this equation.