2 Death, By A Thousand Cuts (1/2)
Xiao Fang was born into the Divine Sword Sect. His father is the patriarch, but his mother is a servant. She was someone his grandfather captured after wiping out her sect. So for that reason, she had refused to willingly marry the patriarch.
She came from a tribe that practice Dual Cultivation, which is considered a taboo cultivation method, and was proficient in finding pressure points all over the body. Growing up, she spent a great deal of time teaching Xiao Fang how to find these pressure point, but there was still a lot he could learn from her.
On Xiao Fang's 18th birthday his mother gave him her old tribe's Dual Cultivation Method and in just under 2 months he was able to reach the 2nd stage of the spirit foundation realm. The reason this was shocking was because it took him 7 months to reach the 2nd stage of the body strengthening realm back when he was a little kid.
The sect he lived in was full of body cultivators, so he didn't know much about the spirit cultivation world. He knew spirit cultivating was much faster, but that was about it.
For the past few years, Xiao Fang had been sleeping with women in the sect only to better practice his techniques, but now that he had a dual cultivation method, he can cultivate his spirit while having sex.
So this is where Xiao Fang's story begins. The story of his journey as a dual cultivator.
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”Fang'er, can you get me a bucket of water”, a middle aged woman spoke. Xiao Fang had been sitting in a lotus position earnestly cultivating his spirit, trying to make a breakthrough into the 3th stage of the spirit foundation realm, but to no avail.
”I need to cultivate with more women”, he thought.
”Xiao Fang!”, the woman called out again.
”Ah. Yes, Mother”, Xiao Fang replied.
Once he heard his name being called he jumped off his bed to grab a bucket of water for her. At the same time, she gathered all the dirty clothes then began cleaning them by hand.
”We have maids for these kinds of things, you know?”.
”I won't accept anything that man has to give me, and you know that”, she said suddenly scrubbing harder.
”He has given you a loving child”, Xiao Fang teased.
”Thats not the same thing. I had played big part in that, it's only natural that you are with me. Ah, that reminds me. The patriarch is looking for you”.
Since Xiao Fang was born, she never once referred to the patriarch as his father. He understood why, but frankly he didn't care about such things.
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Many elders gathered outside the main palace hall; including the overgrown chicken, Elder Chicken Jiang.
”Tell the patriarch I am here”, he said to one of the servants at the door in a cool but respectable tone.
A few seconds passed then the doors finally opened followed by a heavy sound that made everyone present fall to their knees; everyone but Xiao Fang.
”Xiao Fang, you damn brat! Come in here this instant!!”, a man shouted from within.
Everyone could feel his 7th stage profound body realm being carried out by his voice and it made them feel chills running down their spines. Though the doors were open the dark interior looked almost as if it were a black hole sucking in anything that came near it. Everyone crawled back just a bit, everyone except Xiao Fang. Upon hearing his father's voice he immediately walked in.
”Perhaps... if I were blind like that boy I'd have the courage to walk in too”, one elder said with a shakey tone. However, just after he said those words he was immediately refuted by the other elders. Saying he'd also need to be deaf and stupid.
Although Xiao Fang had brought them endless troubles in the past, they couldn't help but admire his fearlessness, which was the greatest virtue for all swordsmen.
”He will be the hope for the sect. An 18 year old that is nearly in the solid body realm is completely unheard of. All he needs is a little bit of discipline”, the elders thought.
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Inside, Xiao Fang stood a few paces away from his father's throne and waited for him to speak. Though it was dark, it were no different than a brightly lit up room to Xiao Fang; he is blind after all.
”I heard you've been causing trouble for your elders again. Do you really think you were free from punishment just because you are my bastard son?”, The Patriarch took out a blade as long as his leg. It emitted a tyrannical aura.
He continued, ”Let's see how long you can last against my blade”, he smiled menacingly before leaping toward Xiao Fang with his sword overhead.
Xiao Fang redirected his blade with his real walking stick. However, it wasn't just any walking stick, hidden inside was his sword. This became evident to the patriarch once he saw the hilt seperate from the scabbard revealing the blade within.
”New sword?”, the patriarch asked.
”I got it as a gift, from one of my lady friends”, Xiao Fang said.
The way he said ”lady friends” irritated him a bit, so he immediately continued attacking him.
After a few clashes it became as clear as day that the patriarch was not putting any effort whatsoever is his strikes, but Xiao Fang was still in a miserable state. The patriarch looked as if he had just finished taking a stroll in the park while Xiao Fang was a bloody mess. He was cut all over from head to toe. He was almost unrecognizable.
”Good, good. You have made some progress since the last time we practiced. I'm sure you will breakthrough to the 9th stage of the body refinement realm in a few months. I assumed all that time you've spent chasing women around would have rusted your sword, but clearly I was wrong. Alright, prepare yourself. This will be my final strike, do well to defend yourself”.
The blood flowing out of his mouth dyed his chin red. He felt his energy escape him just from carrying his sword. He was panting heavily, waiting for the inevitable. When the patriarch was only 5 steps away he saw him raise his sword with the intent to strike down with a thousand dragons, but with the intent to inflict only a shallow wound.
However, to the patriarch's surprised, Xiao Fang didn't try to defend, instead he seemed to be jumping back to evade his strike. The patriarch sighed inwardly thinking he had a lot to learn.
Xiao Fang was indeed falling backwards, but something about his movement seemed too artificial.
Suddenly the patriarch was slashed. He looked down and saw that his robes were ripped across his abdomen.
Maybe because it was too dark to see or just too unexpected, the patriarch was unable to react to it at all. He could only feel the blade of an amateur sword wielder tickling his metal like skin.
[ Every learned Swordsman knew that one must always attack and defend simultaneously in a fight. However, when you can only do one, you must always attack and not fear meeting another man's sword! This is the what it means to be a swordsman ]
”That attack... it felt like Iron cutting Iron”, the patriarch thought. However, upon touching the scratch on his body his eyes widened with shock. ”When did he...”, he rubbed the blood on his finger till it disappeared.
”I see, so you faked your retreat to find an opening. That was pretty clever of-”, when he turned around he saw Xiao Fang on the ground in a near lifeless state.
The patriarch's shock lessened. He realized Xiao Fang didn't master the technique, but used it anyways just to draw some blood from his body, knowing full well that he would be incurring a heavy backlash from it.
If you cannot save a life, take it.
If you cannot take a life, save your own.
If you cannot save yourself, draw some blood and hope your contribution is not wasted.
- Death By A Thousand Cuts