Death Cultivator by eden Hudson

Author:eden Hudson [Hudson, eden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: MMO litRPG role playing steampunk quest gamelit, men&#8217, s adventure video game adaptations young adult, coming of age sword sorcery dungeon core demon, action dark epic metaphysical vengeful myth asian, Chinese manga wuxia xianxia martial arts kung fu, supernatural fantasy magic occult legends thriller
Publisher: Shadow Alley Press
Published: 2020-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

Two-a-Days

WHAT MUTA’I WANTED me for was to break rocks. He’d sorted through the Spirit jade chunks and removed the pieces that had come out of the ground cleanly to start grinding them down into Spirit stones. The rest were still attached to the sandstone from the dig site. That was where I came in.

The minotaur showed me to the corner of the back room where he’d set up a sandbox-type square of wood and mesh to crack off the sandstone from the jade. The jade chips, powder, and dirt got sucked down by a dust collection system underneath.

“There’s a second sieve down here,” Muta’i said, pulling out a thin flat tray to show me an even finer mesh to sift out the rock chips. Then he shoved that back in and pulled out the bottom drawer, which was just a frame with cloth stretched over it. “The powder’s the only thing that makes it into the bottom. When you’re done, pick out the jade chips from the sieve and collect them, too. I’ll use divining on the last tray to separate out the jade powder for the real elixirs.”

“And put the leftovers in the counterfeit elixirs,” I said, because I still had some attitude floating around from mouthing off to Warcry.

Muta’i’s big nostrils flared. “Something about that conflicting with your moral compass, indenture?”

“If it did, I don’t think you’re the mountain I’d complain to about it.”

He snorted. “Bailiff’s right. You’re smart for a human. Get to work.”

For the rest of the day, while Muta’i ground down white jade on his workbench, I sat on the edge of the sandbox with my rock hammer, chisels, and picks—not picks like pickaxes, but these things that looked like one step above dentist tools—and broke rocks.

In about ten minutes, I and everything in the back room was covered in a fine coat of red dirt in spite of the dust collector. Probably not great for the lungs, but since I had to breathe anyway, I practiced Swallowing the Universe. If I could get decent at cultivating while I was doing other stuff, like everybody else was apparently a master at, that might help me get to the Sho level faster.

Later on, when my HUD went off with a message, I checked it just to see if I’d get yelled at. Muta’i didn’t get upset, which confirmed my theory that this was the kind of job I was expected to do until I died or it was finished, whichever came first, and if I wanted to draw it out by taking the time to read my messages, that was my problem.

The message was from Kest.

Were you able to keep your reinforcement going during training?

Yes. I’m pretty sure it saved my life a couple times, I sent back.

She didn’t get back to me right away, but when she did, she’d completely changed subjects.

We found some stuff in the storage ring you should see. Can you come over tonight?

Sure.

We messaged back and forth for a while, talking about random junk like kishotenketsu and Coffee Dranks and the cinnabar she’d mined.

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