249 Xiang Moxie’s Divine Transmission (1/2)

Elizabeth accepted receiving Divine Transmission against her former Chosen peer and sunk into a light slumber. Before accepting the reward and having Persephone draw her soul with Astral Projection to receive the Divine Transmission though, Elizabeth also redeemed the pending Nascent Soul of Pure Death and left it to integrate with Lisa's still illusory figure in her Soul Land.

With some luck, Lisa would at least be out of stasis after the Divine Transmission concluded.

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Xiang Moxie. Even before the Cataclysm, she was world-famous on her home planet of Corin. Similar to Elizabeth, she once had a borderline incomprehensible obsession. However, whereas Elizabeth's chosen vice lied with games, Moxie wanted nothing more than to fill her life with music.

Before she was picked to be a Chosen of the Cataclysm, Moxie lived in a world, in a dimension, with a long and rich history of cultivation. Unfortunately, Moxie hadn't the slightest talent for cultivation; at least, to the ignorant small Sects and Guilds on her planet that she visited, she was all but worthless when it came to martial talent.

However, despite her inability to join a faction and cultivate, her musical talent and the effort she put into mastering everything with regards to music was held with such high regard that at just the mere age of twenty-five, she was pronounced as the world's best musician. She was better as a twenty-five-year-old mortal than all the several thousand-year-old supreme Cultivators in her world that had all the resources they could ask for.

Her talent was appreciated by the masses, but there were also a select few who coveted her as a prop, purely for her ability. As nothing but a frail, talentless, mortal woman, there was nothing she could do but watch helplessly as Cultivators fought over her.

Mortal countries, starting with the one she originated from, were obliterated whenever the Cultivators in possession of her were set off; which ranged from insignificant offenses, such as an ignorant mortal not knowing they were talking to a Cultivator, to the extreme, such as when her own father refused to betroth her to a Cultivator she wasn't infatuated with.

The scheming, corrupt, and deceitful culture of a cultivation society was laid bare for Moxie to despair in for several years and she had experienced all but the most negative and terrible emotions there were to feel.

Then one day, she snapped.

For nearly three years, she had managed to stay with the same Core Refinement Stage master and finally grew attached to him, but just like with all her previous masters, he was eventually killed and she had become the possession of a Nascent Cultivator.

This new master didn't particularly treat her badly, but his actions were the final straw that broke the camel's back.

”What's the point of living if this cycle will only continue to repeat itself?” Moxie thought, the first night she was owned by the Nascent Cultivator.

”Living like a prop… Having no other purpose in life than to dance like a monkey whenever my master desires,” she choked up. ”Just when I had learned to love playing music again, it just had to be snuffed out.”

”Heh,” she chuckled with a crestfallen smile as she continued, ”Serves me right, for displaying my talent without being able to protect myself. To think that all would be fine for besting these wretched Cultivators.”

With the same crestfallen smile, a spark of anger boiled over in her heart as she recalled, ”To think I was actually blessed by having my musical talent. For the last couple of years, it's been nothing but a curse!”

As the images of the tragedies she had witnessed flashed through her mind, she repeated, ”Nothing but a curse to me! Nothing but a curse to everyone around me!”

She was left sobbing by her bedside for several minutes before she decided to kill herself by jumping out the window, down the side of a precipitous hundred-kilometer tall mountain. She may have been treated to countless Cultivator resources over the years, but without building a Cultivation Base of her own, she would only have the longevity of Cultivators, not their strength or abilities.

Before she could jump, however, a foreign voice called out to her, ”So you're going to take the easy way out and kill yourself?”

With a sigh, the androgynous voice helplessly continued, ”A pity. I had high expectations for you.”

Startled, Moxie didn't even try to move as she said, ”You're not even going to let me kill myself?” She assumed she was talking to her new Nascent Cultivator master since the abilities of Cultivators had long since been incomprehensible to her and this was probably one she had yet to see.