Chương 41: Two Days and a Green Ribbon

The cohort assignment board was outside the East Hall, separate from the beast-tide notice on the main board. Xie Lan found it mid-afternoon, after he'd bathed, changed into the clean robe Old Bao had left, and eaten the cold rice and pickled radish that was all the kitchen had for a late arrival. The pickled radish was decent. Small mercies. The assignments had been posted early. Ink still wet on two of the sheets. Lingmen Peak was perimeter defense. Standard for a Stage Two alert.

Outer disciples ran the low walls along the mountain's base, maintained signal-fire stations, and served as the first line of retreat organization if the tide reached sect territory. Safe work, by reputation. Beast tides rarely reached Lingxiao's wards. The real danger was at the frontier itself, where inner disciples and senior cultivators met the tide head-on. The assignment roster covered three sheets of paper, organized by cohort. Xie Lan found his own name on the second sheet. Western perimeter, Section Four.

Old Bao beside him. Cheng Lin two sections north. He found Xie Yu's name on the third sheet. Eastern boundary. Cohort Seven. Adjacent to the inner Cangshi corridors. He read the annotation beneath the cohort listing. Standard administrative language, the kind that disappeared into procedure if you weren't looking for what it actually said. In the event of perimeter breach, Cohort Seven is designated for priority evacuation to Cangshi Peak secure shelters via the eastern corridor system. Priority evacuation.

Cangshi Peak. The eastern corridor system. Xie Lan's hand rested on the board. His thumbnail pressed a groove into the wooden frame. In the original timeline, Xie Yu had been moved to Cangshi-controlled territory at fourteen. The mechanism had been a sponsorship offer — a slow diplomatic process, a formal mentorship that placed her within the faction's administrative reach. It had taken months. It had been visible. It had given him time to react, even though in that life he hadn't known what he was watching.

This was faster. A beast-tide logistics order buried in routine cohort assignments, the evacuation corridor running straight through Cangshi Peak's lower halls — and the whole thing signed off under emergency protocol, no petition required, no appeal window. A disciple beside him, a second-year with ink-stained fingers, traced the roster with one hand.

"Eastern boundary's easy duty," she said to no one in particular.

"Cangshi's shelters have heated floors." Xie Lan kept his face still.

"Good to know." The girl shrugged and moved on. He stood at the board until the courtyard emptied. The fourth line on the tablet sat cool against his left forearm. Do not let them move the girl to the eastern boundary. That corridor does not lead to safety. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

"Xie Lan." He turned. Xie Yu was crossing the courtyard, her green ribbon catching the afternoon light, a scroll tucked under one arm. She looked rested. Five days without her brother hovering, and she'd gained something — a looseness in her shoulders. She walked unhurried, settled in herself, feet placed with the quiet confidence of someone whose meridians had recently widened. She reached the board and looked up at the assignments.

"Eastern boundary," she said.

"Cohort Seven." She glanced at him.

"You're on the west side."

"I saw."

"We're separated." She frowned.

"I asked Senior Sister Qiao if cohort assignments could be adjusted. She said beast-tide rotations are managed by peak commanders, not instructors." Peak commanders. Lingmen Peak's commander reported to the sect council, which reported to Tianqu. But logistics orders for outer-disciple cohorts during beast-tide alerts were delegated to whichever administrative body had jurisdiction over the relevant corridor system. The eastern corridor system ran through Cangshi Peak. Cangshi had written this assignment.

"Lan-ge?" Xie Yu touched his arm.

"You're staring."

"Sorry. Thinking." He managed a smile.

"How was training while I was gone?" She let the subject change happen, though her eyes stayed on him a breath longer than comfortable.

"Fine. Tang Yi won two practice bouts. Old Bao set a new personal record on the qi-control disc. And I moved up a sub-stage." She said the last part casually, the way she said everything that mattered to her.

"Qi Refining 5?"

"Mm." She tried not to smile. Failed.

"Senior Sister Qiao says my meridian development is ahead of the cohort average. And that Cangshi elder came by again — Elder Wen. He said my foundation pattern was 'architecturally interesting.' Whatever that means." Architecturally interesting. The smile on Xie Lan's face held in place through sheer force of will.

"Naturally." Because nothing in this sect was ever simple enough to fix by asking politely. Fourteen years old and already drawing exactly the wrong kind of attention.

"That's good, Yu-er."

"You say that every time."

"Because it's true every time." She rolled her eyes, but the smile stayed.

"Come eat. The kitchen's doing lamb tonight because of the alert. Old Bao's already there. He said if you don't come he's eating your portion."

"He'll eat my portion regardless. The man views other people's food as a personal challenge."

"Then come watch him do it." She pulled him by the sleeve. He let her. They walked across the courtyard toward the kitchen smoke, past the East Hall's pillars, past the plum tree whose branches had thickened in the five days he'd been gone. The late afternoon light made Lingmen's stone buildings look almost warm. In his sleeve, the tablet pressed cool against his forearm. The hairpin pressed warm against the other.

"Brother." Su Yan's voice, barely above the hum of the chorus.

"The beast tide. In our life, there was no tide this year." I know.

"This is manufactured." I know.

"The eastern corridor. I walked it once, when I was seventeen. It passes directly beneath Cangshi's secondary archive. Cao Jianzhi's jurisdiction. There are three sealed chambers along the route that are not on any official map." Xie Yu pulled ahead, waving to someone near the kitchen entrance. Probably Old Bao. Xie Lan watched her go. The green ribbon in her hair caught the light and held it.

"We have two days," Su Yan said.

"Before the assignments lock." Two days. To move Xie Yu off the eastern boundary roster. To do it without alerting Cangshi that he understood what they were building. To do it with the body of a Qi Refining 8 outer disciple and the authority of precisely no one. Xie Yu turned back from the kitchen doorway.

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