Chapter 9- The Five Elements
In the middle of a vast desert, a long procession of people was moving in a single file. In that procession, there were many types of people.
Some were in chains and were shackled, walking barefoot. Some were in mobile cages, being moved by horses, others were riding horses themselves whilst holding whips, shouting at the shackled slaves who were moving slowly. From time to time the sound of a whip lashing human flesh could be heard, immediately followed by a scream.
In one of the mobile cages, Bastian and his new friend, or rather his bodyguard, Enetty a.k.a. V, were sitting. Bastian was sitting cross legged, meditating. Whilst V was sitting there lazily. They had gotten used to the screams, or rather Bastian had. Due to her history, V wasn't bothered in the slightest.
Her companion on the other hand wasn't so calm. Part of Bastian's soul was from modern day earth, where such things would have been seen as being atrocious. Thankfully, he had his other half. Otherwise he would not have been able to stand it, seeing how some of the slaves were being treated. To remain unbothered by the stench of sweat and blood and unmoved when he saw their segregated flesh burning under the scorching heat, these were things his old self wouldn't have been able to handle.
After realizing there was little he could do, Bastian gave up. There was no point in freeing slaves randomly, not to mention he himself was not in a good position either.
He didn't want to use his Mark's suppression effect. He feared that if he did so, word would get out that he is a Mark Bearer. V had told him that these days proper Mark Bearers were rare. The majority had become Custodians. If therefore, word got out that a true Mark Bearer, who was a little boy no less, existed, they would be in trouble. Thus Bastian could only clench his jaw and get used to the sights.
Relatively speaking, things had gone smoothly so far. They had been sold to a slave dealer, for a very high price at that, and were thrown into cages whilst being well maintained.
High quality slaves like Bastian and V had to be maintained, to make sure they remain valuable. Therefore, they did not walk on foot and were fed regularly.
Slave traders had established many networks in this vast region.
This resulted in Bastian and V being transferred from one slave trader to another. They had changed hands quite a few times, and each time, they would meet new slaves. In most cases, the slaves who had travelled with them would disappear.
They noticed that they were being sold to higher class slave traders each time, with even greater amounts of slaves and guards. It seemed as though their initial value had been underestimated.
V was a young cultivator so her value was obvious. In the future she could be a powerful soldier or bodyguard for her Master. Bastian on the other hand had no cultivation, however he was far more valuable than V.
The fact that he was from a noble family and had received a high class education made him highly valuable. Most slaves couldn't even read or write. Skills like arithmetic or map reading were in high demand to slave owners who could afford such slaves.
These types of slaves worked well as teachers for children or as butlers and were able to run businesses, assuming they had enough trust from their Master. That is why it was best to acquire such a slave from a young age.
Some families even went as far as to educate their own slaves. This however, was far more expensive and time consuming than acquiring one that was already educated. Bastian was also educated by a top class noble family, thus his knowledge would definitely be top class as well.
His bloodline was what added real weight to his value. Purple hair was extremely rare on the Sovereign Continent. So rare in fact that anyone who had it was believed to have the bloodline of strong noble cultivation families from the Southern Grasslands.
Although hard work could assist in cultivation, talent played an even bigger role, and one's bloodline played a big part in that.
In such a remote area of the continent, powerful bloodlines were as rare as dragons. If one was able to acquire a male slave with a powerful bloodline, then one would be able to produce many offspring, with incredible cultivation talent. Thus, well-educated slaves were very valuable, not to mention slaves with a powerful bloodline like Bastian.
This meant nothing to Bastian, for he and V had a plan. The idea was simple. They got Ben to tell the captain that Bastian had fallen in love with V, causing him to make an oath to the heavens that if she was forcefully separated from him, he would commit suicide.
Due to Ben's reputation, the captain believed him. Thus he sold both as a set to the same slave trader.
Bastian was too valuable to lose, thus every slave trader who owned both, had to sell them as a set.
Before Bastian and Ben had been separated, he told Ben to find out where he had been found. Sebastian had been travelling with a lot of wealth on him. Thus it was probably buried with him when the large dragon had attacked. He instructed Ben to dig up that wealth and use it to buy back the two from slavery.
High class slaves like Bastian were too valuable to be sold the normal way, so they were usually auctioned to the highest bidder. Ben knew that the closest city that had an auction house that could properly sell slaves of such quality was Baltize.
This journey would take at least 2 months. More than enough time for Ben to gather the hidden wealth and head to Baltize. So he could buy his master's freedom.
Now it had been two and a half months since their journey had begun. Bastian knew that it was only a few days until they reach their destination. He had been using his incredible amount of spare time, in an attempt to cultivate. In his attempts, he had discovered something incredible.
The process of cultivation is divided into a certain amount of levels. With each level being divided into different sub levels. The majority of cultivators on the Sovereign continent were stuck on the first level. They rarely got into contact with those who were in the second or third level.
Each level had a name, the first being the Foundation Realm. This cultivation realm was divided into nine sub levels. These 9 were divided into 3 parts, with each part containing 3 sub levels. The first sub level of a part was referred to as lower, the second middle and the third upper.
The names of these parts had different names, depending on whether one was a warrior or a mage. For mages, the parts were Novice, Acolyte and Scholar. For warriors, the parts were Student, Fighter and Teacher.
For example, if one was in the Foundation Realm, in the seven sub level as a mage, then they would be a lower Scholar
As one went from one part to another, one experiences a qualitative leap in power, and the difference in ability from each part got higher when the higher your cultivation was. For example, the difference in strength between a Novice and an Acolyte was far smaller than the difference between an Acolyte and a Scholar. One Acolyte would be able to defeat ten Novices but one needed a hundred Acolytes to beat one Scholar.
To cultivate, one needed to be able to feel World Energy in an environment, and take it into one's body. One's own aptitude, determined whether one becomes a mage or a warrior. Some bodies could only produce warrior's qi, whereas, others could only produce a mage's mana.
There were three major factors that determined the quality of one's energy. The first was talent, which involved one's elemental affinity. The second wad hard work. The third was your cultivation method.
In this world, all qi and mana made up of at least one of the five major elements. These are, earth, fire, wood, water and metal.
Most beings were born with little to no elemental affinity at all. Some were born with a high affinity to one element. Talented people were born with affinity towards 2 elements. Prodigies with affinities to 3 or more elements were as rare as unicorns. One could even say they were practically myths.
Cultivation methods were instruction manuals on how to move mana or qi around your body in certain paths. In order for one to achieve the desired effect, like an electric circuit, the more time one moves their energy around one's body in a particular path, the higher the quality of energy one possesses and the greater the capacity one's body has for energy.
This energy moves in blood vessels but is intangible and does not affect bodily functions. It only moves according to one's will.
Although having an affinity to multiple elements had advantages, it could also have disadvantages.
Sebastian's body had perfect affinity to two elements. In this regard one could say he was a once in a lifetime prodigy. After all, it was better for one to have perfect affinity to two elements than to have average affinity to three. For affinity affects the speed of one's cultivation. In other words, it was how quickly one absorbed World Energy.
The problem was that he had perfect affinity to water and fire. These two elements clashed, so he would find it difficult to harmonize them.
If his affinity to both elements was actually average, he would be able to cultivate, but since his affinity was so high, the elemental traits of energy in his body was extreme, further making it unstable.
Without harmonization of elemental energy, forming qi or mana is impossible. Thus Sebastian's perfect affinity ultimately led to his misfortune. With such a cruel twist of fate, he could never cultivate, becoming trash in his family. Bastian laughed at himself after remembering the irony of his body's affliction. His immense elemental affinity led to his downfall. How ironic.
Although Bastian could not produce mana or qi, he could still sense World Energy. His extremely high elemental affinity made it very easy for him to sense fire and water world energy. Now that Bastian had taken over this body, it seemed the fusion of two souls had increased his Soul Force. Soul Force was essential in sensing World Energy. The stronger one's soul was the stronger one's affinity. In the past, he could only sense cold and hot energy. Now, Bastian could not only sense the energy, he could also see it!
At first he needed to sit cross legged and close his eyes. Then he would have to calm his thoughts and reach the best state of mind. After when he opened his eyes he would see it. Red and blue flake like objects flying around everywhere would appear.
The more times he repeated the process, the more he could see and sense. If he reached out to the blue ones, he would feel a cold wet sensation. If he touched the red ones, he would feel a hot sensation, as if his hand was being burned.
Although he could feel the burn, oddly enough, it would not hurt. In fact it felt natural, as if he was supposed to be feeling it. The same applied for the cold wet feeling. Every time he would touch an energy flake, it felt very comfortable. This feeling was very hard to describe.
Despite his inability to cultivate, he still trained his sensitivity each day. He himself didn't quite understand why, but he felt like it was the right thing to do. Eventually after some time, he no longer needed to meditate and calm his mind. With a single thought, he could see the flakes.
At that point new flakes showed up. They were yellow, brown and grey flakes. These flakes were everywhere and were much more translucent than the blue and red ones. One could even say Bastian could barely see them. Bastian tried touching the new flakes but to no avail. They solicited no reaction, as if they did not exist.
Bastian guessed that the blue flakes were the water element, the red flakes the fire element, the brown flakes the wood element, the yellow flakes the earth element and the grey flakes the metal element. This was just his conjecture, but he was very confident with his thoughts.
These flakes were everywhere in nature. Some had a stronger presence than others. For example, the yellow flakes were far more numerous than the others. Bastian guessed that this was due to the fact that they were in a dessert. If he did not control his sensitivity, they would flood his vision.
He was controlling his sensitivity so he could perfectly control how many flakes he could sense or see. He had tried countless times to absorb them, but for some reason, he could only absorb them in pairs of one blue and one red, this resulting in him having failed harmonization.
Since he had plenty of time, Bastian spent plenty of time on these activities. He had even learned how to use his sensitivity, or e-vision as he called it, to see another person's cultivation. He had spent the majority of the past month, attempting to create a standard of comparison.
He noticed that the higher one's cultivation, the more flakes naturally hover around one. He had spent most of his time standardizing what he saw, much to V's dissatisfaction. As a former physicist this wasn't hard.
One day he finally gained perfect control over his e-vision. In his happiness, he failed to notice that, the cage had stopped in front of a massive city gate. They had arrived at Baltize.
....
Inside Bastian, there was a white space, and in that space, a white table, which had a dragon painted on it. The moment Bastian perfected his e-vision, something odd occurred to the dragon.
It gained one more claw...
In a large auction hall, in one of the private rooms sat an old man. He was quite large and had an extremely sharp expression. He had a sword-like aura that seemed to define him, sharp and dangerous. This old man was wearing a long white robe. He had a few attendants with him, all dressed simply, just like he was."My Lord, it would seem that there is something worth buying today." said the attendant closest to the old man."Bah! You're wasting your breath. There is nothing in this tiny city that I, the Great General Moto, could possibly want. Lang, I really can't understand why you would bring me to such a boring event." said the old man in a somewhat annoyed tone."I assure you my Lord there is something. Rumor has it that there are two high quality slaves being auctioned."The old man immediately turned to look towards his attendant. Seeing that his master was paying attention, the attendant, whose name was Lang, was feeling pleased with himself and so, he continued on."Apparently
They sat on the cold, hard dungeon floor, neither one spoke a word. Struck by the gripping disdain of a failed plan, the just allowed the silence to prevail. V was annoyed. Although the situation was dire, she was only annoyed by the turn of events.Due to her upbringing, she had a very strong mentality, so she still had a good head on her shoulders. Bastian was thinking, trying to come up with a plan, he had no idea what they should do, but he didn't let that faze him.Bastian was a scientist in his previous life. He was used to constantly trying to solve problems. Added to that is the fact that he had already accepted death in his previous life. As a result, his mind had the fortitude of two souls. It was not strange at all that he was calm.He wasn't afraid of death, nor was he afraid of capture. He simply wanted to enjoy his new life as much as possible.During his moments of thinking about cultivation, Bastian had an idea."I can control the flakes around me; can't I do the same
Chapter 11- Freaks of NatureThey sat on the cold, hard dungeon floor, neither one spoke a word. Struck by the gripping disdain of a failed plan, the just allowed the silence to prevail. V was annoyed. Although the situation was dire, she was only annoyed by the turn of events.Due to her upbringing, she had a very strong mentality, so she still had a good head on her shoulders. Bastian was thinking, trying to come up with a plan, he had no idea what they should do, but he didn't let that faze him.Bastian was a scientist in his previous life. He was used to constantly trying to solve problems. Added to that is the fact that he had already accepted death in his previous life. As a result, his mind had the fortitude of two souls. It was not strange at all that he was calm.He wasn't afraid of death, nor was he afraid of capture. He simply wanted to enjoy his new life as much as possible.During his moments of thinking about cultivation, Bastian had an idea."I can control the flakes ar
In a hotel Room in the city, Bastian sat cross legged on a lavish bed, wearing simple linen clothes. V was sleeping on a sofa near the bed. Ben stood at attention, next to Bastian's bed, with a worried look on his face.This was quite the change, considering their previous predicament....After the General saw Bastian make his oath to the heavens, he was astonished.Bastian's actions were completely unexpected."General you only have five minutes, if I were you, I would use them wisely."The General woke up after Bastian spoke.This brat! It was a trap!Yes, it was a trap. The General did in fact have enemies. One could even say he had more enemies than he should, due to his honorable nature. He would often speak out against anything or anyone who he deemed dishonorable, and in the Western Deserts, such people were as common as a grain of sand.The General wasn't really being forced to do anything; he could just not ide
Bastian had requested to the General that they stay at the inn for a few days longer. Although the General was at war, so far there had only been minor skirmishes. The real battles had yet to come.Bastian had told Ben to leave on the next day. He wanted Ben to go the enemy's headquarters and find out as much as he could. This was Ben's specialty, so he was happy to be of use. He immediately left on horseback.Ben was not a member of the Flaming Winds Army, nor was he well known, so his travels were likely to go unhindered. He then left the majority of the coins he had with Bastian. Bastian gave those coins to V for safe keeping. She could also use them as she wished. This amount of money was not really anything to the two.....Inside their room, Bastian was sitting cross legged on the floor. His eyes were closed. Beads of sweat had covered his face, his expression showed deep concentration. V was standing next to him, her arms crossed, looking down on h
"How is a drawing supposed to help you achieve Harmonization? Plus, what the heck is yin and yang?"Although the drawing had a certain charm emitting from it, at the end of the day, it was merely a drawing. This whole darkness and light thing did not really change anything either. V needed answers."It's not necessarily the drawing itself but what it represents. Listen carefully.Yin and Yang: Two halves that together complete wholeness. Yin and yang are also the starting point for change. When something is whole, by definition it is unchanging and complete. So when you split something into two halves it becomes yin and yang, it upsets the equilibrium of wholeness. This forces both halves to chase after each other as they seek a new balance with each other.The word Yin basically means 'shady side' and Yang 'sunny side'.Yin Yang is the concept of duality forming a whole. We encounter examples of Yin and Yang every day. Here are some more examples:
Bastian ran over to the quivering V, she looked like she had just had her worst nightmare. This sight was one Bastian never expected to see in his lifetime. The Inkume were trained to fear nothing, even death. Yet here before Bastian, was one scared out of its wits.As soon as Bastian got closer, he crouched next to her and started soothing her, or rather he tried.I am not good at this sort of thing. Wait, is my voice slightly different?Bastian was not used to comforting others, so he was rather lost. He also detected that his voice sounded different. It sounded more... coarse. Due to the current circumstances, he had to put this thought at the back of his mind.After spending five very difficult minutes getting her to calm down, he asked her what had happened.V sighed in resignation. She did not want to recall what had happened but she knew that Bastian needed to know."I was standing over you whilst you were cultivating. I expected you
To be more precise, what Bastian could see was the heel of the footprint.Mother-F.....of my future children! What the heck is this?!Bastian had reached the maximum height he could, so he started to fall. As he fell, he felt very comfortable. He never did have a fear of heights, and in this situation, he knew V would catch him, or do something, so he was relaxed.The image of the giant footprint only lingered in his mind for a little bit, before it was replaced by a feeling of Deja vu. Bastian had never free fallen before in his previous life, nor had he done anything similar to this one.Yet, there was something about the wind brushing against his skin, the incredible force of air resistance, and the bird's eye view that felt so familiar to him. This sense of familiarity brought Bastian into a trance like state. He was semi-conscious of his actions, but he let the feeling take over him, because it felt good. Because it felt right!Time seemed to
The streets of Yani City were abandoned for the city was under siege. The usual hustle and bustle of the markets, the shouting and cursing from the arena and the footsteps of civilians were now like ghosts of memories past. No one would have accepted that this was a previously active peak C-class city. Repeated attacks from previous years had taught them many a painful lesson, especially when it came to evacuation procedures. The entire city had been safely evacuated to a large underground bunker by the Dwight family members.As the de facto leaders of the city, they had the ability to mobilise all city resources under them. The troops provided by the Yorks made sure the civilians followed the orders and kept the peace while the Cole provided provisions. The large bunker was under the stewardship of the Oxlade family.At an intersection, in one of the richest districts in the city, an area considered just outside the Dwight family compound, stood a relaxed Guy, looking at the sky. He
Let's rewind time a bit to understand what was happening. All the bigshots of the Cole family and Shasha family had gathered together. Bastian had put together a plan, and they were getting told what to do."First is the southern wall. This will be the only defensive battle on our hands, so it makes sense to have most of our soldiers there. Vermaelen will take most of General Moto's soldiers and hold the wall for us. This job is probably the most simple yet most pivotal.The aquatic daemons will have to climb over the wall to have any chance, so all Vermaelen has to do is keep them away from the wall. If that's hard, then take care of them if they climb it."Vermalaen grunted in response. General Moto was uncomfortable handing her his troops, but he trusted Bastian so he nodded, giving his blessing."Both Sula and General Moto, select and take the most elite soldiers from both armies and make a second group. This group shall move in tandem with Tino
Every ten or so years Yani City would accept a new batch of mercenaries within their city. The unsuspecting mercenaries usually came from far away lands, so they had no clue regarding the tragedies that would befall them from the horde. On the Sovereign Continent, wars were as numerous as the stars in the night sky.Plenty of cities and countries would rely on mercenaries to deal with the problems that plagued the, with Yani city being no exception. The difference between the weak and strong however became apparent at this point, with the strong cites having strong home grown armies.Onismo York stood above a pile of daemon corpses.These were some of the birds that had made it over the wall. Onismo had stationed his men just behind the west and north side of the wall just in case the mercenaries were overwhelmed.The man was adorned in armour from head to toe while his right hand held a large battle axe that was far bigger than what his body should be able
Kitrid started breaking into a cold sweat, because Meera's point was quite valid. Best way to deal with a horde this size is to deal with the alpha. The problem was that in this case the alpha might be too strong for them to handle, so Kitrid was not sure how they were going to go about it."What is taking Tyson so long? The support he promised should be here by now" Kitrid was fighting on the east wall facing the south east direction from which the horde was coming from. Due to the fact that his troops faced the full brunt of the horde, the elder council had promised support. Tyson Cole represented the elders by giving his word that he would send reinforcement if they were in dire straits.At the moment they had lost thousands of men. Thousands more were injured and even more were to fall in battle if this were to continue. The birds in the sky and the beasts on the ground formed a perfect combination minimizing all the advantages Kitrid and his troops had. 
Bastian sat in the Cole family garden. It was a charming botanical wonder full of flowers Bastian had never seen before and well trimmed trees and hedges in neat little rows. Soon the plan would be put into action, and Bastian's mind had been racing. Several gardeners were tending to the maize of stunning flora. His clothes were fine and comfortable, provided by Tyson Cole while Bastian had been living under his house to prepare for the ensuing battle that was to come. His hair was growing again, in fact he found it grew quite quickly, but Bastian had become accustomed to keeping it short.He had been taking walks in Tyson Cole's garden more frequently in the past few days, choosing to seclude himself in meditative isolation as much as he possibly could, and he knew why. Since the deafening roar – no, that was too recent – since he had woken up in a foreign body in this foreign land and trapped with this foreign soul inside him that claimed to have become a
She regained her footing and prepared to fire again. The thunderbird was busy snapping at something. She realised it was one of her men that the alpha thunderbird must have snatched as it swept over the wall.A few more chomps and it swallowed, leaving a dismembered leg to fall limp to the ground. Meera conjured another bow and began firing arrow-lances like crazy. With amazing agility it dodged them all and returned for another bite.it was clear the alpha was faster and stronger than normal thunderbirds, but Meera kept firing. As it swept over the wall again it snatched up another soldier with its tremendous jaws and took another one in its talons. The soldier trapped in its talons was still alive and was struggling to get free. The alpha thunderbird simply squeezed and there was a crunching noise. The soldier stopped struggling. The talons released him and he fell limp all the way to the hard ground.The alpha thunderbird made another hundred and eighty degree
He was one of Kit's commanders and had been charged to hold the eastern wall. Now as the behemoths came closer he found that all the thoughts that had plagued him earlier. All the uncertainty seemed to fade away. Now his mind was clear, except for one thought. It was of her. He imagined her waiting for him in the city after the battle, and held on tight to the memory. They were getting closer now. Large, herbivorous behemoths with three large horns arranged in a triangle; two on its head and one on at the tip of its snout. They shook the earth as they knocked down anything in their way. If they got through then the city would definitely fall.Suddenly something heavy came down on him. He hadn't expected it. It knocked his horse over, throwing him to the ground. it was the corpse of a thunderbird that had been slain in mid-air. As he fell he spun around and kicked the thunderbird into the path of an oncoming behemoth. The lumbering beast tripped on the corpse, resulting in a d
Yani city itself was situated on a large desert island. the island itself was about the size of a small country. The daemon horde usually came from the far south east region of the island where there was a vast jungle that had not yet been consumed by the desert. While the inhabitants of the city could leave whenever they wanted, the island happened to be rich in one thing: minerals, and lots of them. This is what had drawn humans to the island and forced them to stay. Now the city was thriving and it was too late to turn back.As Kit scanned the horizon all he could see was sand and trees until the point where the sky touched the ground. But there was no doubt about it, the horde was coming. He turned around on Valo, to face his men."Listen." He said, calmly. His voice was loud and clear, and as the archers on top of the walls were all cultivators he knew he didn't have to speak very loud for them to hear him. "Can you hear it?" as the wind faded into the backg
Kit took a deep breath. His heart was racing, but his mind was surprisingly clear. Maybe he just couldn't hear himself think against the blaring noise of the sirens of Yani city warning them all of what was coming, a constant reminder of the impending doom in Kit's ears.His uniform was new, or it may have been Kit had never seen actual battle, which did little to inspire his men's faith in him. He led a band of mercenaries that had been hired by the elders of the city about ten years earlier for this very purpose. It was less a band and more like a small army and for ten years they had known the horde was coming. They had talked about this day, trained for it, and waited for it for ten years. Now the day had arrived and the city expected to get its money's worth.It was obvious that the past ten years had been all talk for most of the mercenaries belonging to the avenging shield mercenary group. They wore light black leather uniform. Kit, their commander,