《Founder of the Beastkin Clan》 Prologue In the heart of downtown New York City, a man sprinted down the bustling sidewalk, weaving through the crowd with a sense of urgency that was impossible to ignore. His hurried pace nearly caused collisions with several passersby, but with remarkable agility, he managed to sidestep each potential mishap at the last moment. His labored breathing betrayed the strain of his exertion, and as he reached a quieter stretch, he slowed to a halt, bending slightly to catch his breath. He stood there for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself and regain his composure. His eyes darted around, scanning his surroundings until they landed on a sleek, modern establishment ahead of him. A bold sign above the entrance read The Noir. The name struck him as overly pretentious for a restaurant, but it didn¡¯t matter¡ªthis was his destination. Straightening up, he smoothed the creases of his jacket and took a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever awaited him inside. The gleaming black doors of The Noir seemed to beckon, their polished surface reflecting the city lights like an invitation to step into another world. He stepped inside, and the interior proved to be just as pretentious as the exterior had suggested. The walls were adorned with polished mirrors, reflecting the soft, golden glow of ornate brass light fixtures hanging overhead. Every surface seemed to gleam with an almost excessive elegance, from the intricately patterned marble floor to the gilded accents that framed the mirrors and the edges of the furniture. The scent of fine cuisine lingered faintly in the air, blending with the subtle hum of quiet conversation and the clinking of crystal glasses. By the entrance, a sharply dressed waiter stood at a smallstand, his posture as refined as the decor. The man approached, his shoes clicking softly against the floor, and said, "I''m here to meet someone¡ªher name¡¯s Sara." The waiter nodded briskly and opened a thick leather-bound guest book, flipping through its pages with practiced efficiency. After a moment, he found what he was looking for, straightened, and gestured politely. "Right this way, sir," he said in a measured tone. Without another word, the waiter guided him deeper into the restaurant. The subdued lighting cast a warm, golden hue over everything, and the soft murmur of voices grew quieter as they moved farther in. The man followed closely, his eyes scanning the opulent surroundings until they stopped at a table tucked into an elegant corner of the room. The waiter stepped aside and motioned to the table with a slight bow, allowing the man to step forward and prepare for his meeting. Sitting at the table was a woman. "You¡¯re late, Mike," she said, her tone sharp but not unkind. "Sorry, something came up," Mike replied, his voice tinged with genuine apology as he slid into the seat across from her. Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. Sara leaned back slightly, letting out a long, exasperated sigh. "What am I ever going to do with you, little brother?" "Give me a break," Mike retorted, a hint of frustration slipping into his voice. "You texted me at the last minute. Not everyone can just drop everything because family decides to pop into town unannounced." Her stern expression softened into a playful smile as she leaned forward. "I didn¡¯t know I was going to be in town either," she explained. "My flight got delayed unexpectedly, and since I wasn¡¯t too far away, I thought, why not visit my baby brother?" Mike rolled his eyes but couldn¡¯t help a small smirk from creeping onto his face. "How thoughtful of you," he said, his voice laced with mock sarcasm. Sara chuckled lightly, her irritation melting away as the familiar sibling dynamic took over. "Well, I figured someone had to check in on you, make sure you haven¡¯t burned down your apartment or scared off all your friends." "Very funny," Mike said dryly, reaching for the menu. But despite his words, there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes. They may have had their differences, but moments like this reminded him how much he appreciated his sister¡¯s well-meaning presence. "So, why this restaurant?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow as he flipped through the gilded menu. "It had great reviews online," Sara replied casually, her tone light as she scanned her own menu. "I''m sure those great reviews didn¡¯t also mention the price," Mike grumbled, his eyes widening as he caught sight of a dish that cost more than his weekly grocery bill. Sara smirked, unfazed. "Good food is worth the price. The reviews said the filet mignon here is to die for, and their signature Blood Elixir is apparently a must-try." Mike¡¯s brow furrowed as he looked up at her. "Filet mignon and what?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine confusion. "Blood Elixir," she repeated with a note of excitement. "You know, the chef refines the blood of a spirit beast into this luxurious elixir you drink like a soup. Supposed to be an otherworldly experience." Her words hung in the air as a strange unease began to creep into Mike¡¯s mind. Suddenly, the edges of the room seemed to shimmer and ripple, like the surface of a disturbed pond. The warm golden glow of the restaurant''s lights dimmed, and the polished mirrors on the walls warped, their reflections twisting unnaturally. "Sara?" Mike¡¯s voice faltered as he looked at his sister. Her face, once vibrant and expressive, was now nothing but shadow, the features dissolving into an eerie void. He turned his head frantically, realizing the same was happening to everyone in the restaurant. Patrons and waitstaff alike faded into indistinct shapes, their bodies dissolving into the darkness that now seeped into the room like ink. His breathing quickened as he gripped the edge of the table, willing himself to stay grounded. But the truth struck him like thunder. The unreality of the situation became undeniable. "None of this is real, is it?" he said aloud, his voice echoing in the growing void. "A dream? Or... a memory?" As he spoke, the last remnants of the restaurant dissolved, leaving him sitting alone in the oppressive blackness. The air was thick and heavy, yet eerily silent, save for the faint sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. Then, as if answering his question, the world collapsed entirely, pulling him deeper into the unknown. Chapter 1 Beneath the modest warmth of a simple wool blanket, a man stirred, shifting slightly before finally crawling out of his narrow bed. He looked to be in his late twenties, his face lined with the faint weariness of someone accustomed to hard labor. His short black hair was messy, tousled from sleep, and his dark eyes blinked groggily in the dim light of his cramped living quarters. The small room bore the marks of a spartan existence¡ªbare walls, a plain wooden desk, and a rickety chair pushed into the corner. With a slight stretch to shake off the lingering heaviness of sleep, he padded barefoot to the modest wooden closet that stood against the wall. Pulling the creaky door open, he reached inside and retrieved a set of simple red robes. The fabric was well-worn but carefully maintained, dyed in a light crimson pattern that signified allegiance to the Ember Sword Sect. The intricate yet subtle embroidery on the cuffs and hem identified it as the attire of an outer sect member¡ªa worker, someone who served the sect without holding a position of prestige or power. These were not the robes of an elite disciple, much less a core member, but of those who labored behind the scenes, ensuring the sect¡¯s daily operations ran smoothly. He held the robes up, brushing a hand over the fabric before slipping into them with practiced ease. Despite their humble nature, he wore them with acceptance. The Ember Sword Sect was his reluctant home, even if his role within it was far from glorious, and his love for the sect quite limited. For now, he was just another cog in the grand machine. Kai stepped over to the cracked mirror mounted on the wall, its silver backing tarnished with age. With deliberate movements, he smoothed his black hair, taming its unruly strands into something more orderly. He straightened his crimson robes, tugging at the fabric to ensure it sat properly on his shoulders. His gaze swept over his reflection, scrutinizing every detail to make sure he looked presentable. The man staring back at him was plain, unremarkable. His name was Kai Tong, a member of the Ember Sword Sect¡¯s outer ranks¡ªthe lowest rung of the sect¡¯s vast hierarchy. He was a general worker, tasked with mundane chores and duties that kept the sect running but earned little recognition or respect. Everything about Kai exuded mediocrity. His cultivation level was still in the early stages of the Qi-Gathering phase, barely a few steps beyond the capabilities of a mortal. His physique, while lean and capable, was far from impressive, lacking the sharp definition of someone who had tempered their body through years of rigorous training. In a sect filled with disciples aiming to reach the heavens, Kai¡¯s presence was little more than a flickering ember in a roaring blaze. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more. And yet, there was one strange thing about him. He turned away from the mirror and walked to the small window of his shack. Outside, the world stretched endlessly, a sea of green from a hilltop overlooking a forest. The sky above was a canvas of shifting colors, the morning sun painting streaks of orange and pink across the horizon. Kai¡¯s eyes lingered on the scene, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He let out a quiet sigh. "Another one of those strange dreams again," he murmured. Since Kai was a child, he had these strange dreams, visions of a life entirely foreign to him. In these dreams, he wasn¡¯t Kai Tong, an outer sect worker of the Ember Sword Sect. Instead, he was someone named Mike, an ordinary laborer in a world unlike anything he knew. The world of his dreams was fantastical in its own way, devoid of cultivators, qi, or immortals. It was a place where mortals alone had shaped their existence, crafting marvels that seemed absurd to Kai¡¯s sensibilities. They soared through the skies in enormous metal vessels called "planes," powered not by qi but by some mysterious mortal ingenuity. They built towering structures of glass and steel, "highrises," that stretched into the heavens and sparkled like precious gems. Kai often found himself marveling at the absurdity of these dreams. How could mere mortals, without the power of cultivation or qi, create such things? Even the most skilled cultivators of the Ember Sword Sect would find it impossible to construct such massive metal towers from just mundane glass and steel, much less fill entire cities with them. And yet, these dreams felt so vivid, so real, that part of him couldn¡¯t entirely dismiss them. Were they simply the product of an overactive imagination, a mind reaching for something beyond the confines of his modest life? Or were they remnants of another existence, memories of a past life in a distant world? Kai didn¡¯t have the answers, and perhaps it didn¡¯t matter. Dreams, memories, or something else entirely, they didn¡¯t change his reality. Standing by the window, Kai adjusted the last fold of his robes, ensuring every seam was neat. He had learned long ago that appearances mattered in the Ember Sword Sect, even for someone of his lowly status. A worker who looked sloppy might as well be inviting scorn or a harsh reprimand from a senior. Satisfied that he looked presentable enough to avoid unnecessary trouble, Kai stepped out the door of his humble shack. The wooden frame creaked slightly as he opened it, revealing the crisp morning air. Kai took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and stepped out, ready to face another day in the shadow of the Ember Sword Sect. Whether his dreams held some deeper meaning or were simply the idle wanderings of his mind, they could wait. For now, the demands of reality beckoned. Chapter 2 Once outside, Kai paused for a moment, taking in his surroundings. His modest shack, constructed with his own hands from rough-hewn wood and stone, stood perched on a hill overlooking a vast expanse of forest. The morning air was crisp, carrying the earthy scent of damp leaves and soil. Shafts of sunlight pierced through the canopy, dappling the ground below with patterns of gold and green. Despite being a member of the Ember Sword Sect, Kai''s dwelling was far removed from the sect''s bustling main grounds¡ªeven from the outer members'' designated quarters. Instead, he had chosen to live deep in a forested area under the sect¡¯s jurisdiction. This wasn¡¯t just a personal choice born of a desire for solitude, but a practical decision dictated by his duties. The forest served as a vital resource for the sect. It was here that wild spirit herbs, albeit of the lowest grade, grew in abundance. The sect had claimed the entire forest as part of their territory, carefully managing it to ensure the safe cultivation and harvest of these herbs. To maintain control, they had assigned lower-ranked members like Kai to scour the area periodically, gathering the herbs needed for alchemy, medicine, and cultivation. Kai¡¯s role as a herb collector made living in the forest a matter of convenience. Setting up his shack in the middle of his work area meant he could begin his tasks early and avoid the long, tiresome trek from the outer sect quarters to the forest every day. There was little risk in his solitary life here. The forest was not a wild and untamed wilderness but a carefully monitored resource. The sect ensured that no dangerous creatures roamed within its boundaries, making it a relatively safe environment. For Kai, the forest offered a quiet refuge, a place where he could carry out his duties without interference or distraction. He looked out over the sea of green below, his eyes scanning the horizon. Somewhere out there, hidden among the foliage, where the spirit herbs he was tasked to collect for the day. But, that would have to wait before breakfast. Kai walked over to the small outdoor kitchen he had painstakingly built himself. It was a simple setup, but functional. A stone stove stood at its center, its rough surface darkened from years of use. Nearby, a stack of neatly chopped firewood leaned against a makeshift wooden rack, and a small clay pot sat on a weathered table, ready to be used for his morning meal. Kneeling by the stove, Kai carefully arranged a handful of dry kindling inside the firebox. He struck flint against steel, sending a shower of sparks onto the tinder. After a few attempts and some patient coaxing, a small flame flickered to life. He fed it bits of wood, watching as the fire slowly grew, its warmth beginning to radiate outward. It took several minutes of effort before the stove was hot enough for cooking. As he worked, Kai muttered under his breath, his thoughts drifting to the strange dreams that had been plaguing him for as long as he could remember. "I wish I had one of those stoves like they had in my dreams," he mused aloud, his tone wistful. "Just push a button, and the heat''s there, ready to go. No smoke, no fuss. It¡¯d make this whole process so much faster." He sighed, brushing soot from his hands. "Or at least," he added, "if I could conjure fire with my qi like some of the seniors do. A flick of their fingers, and they¡¯ve got flames roaring. But no, here I am, rubbing sticks together like a mortal." Despite his grumbling, there was no bitterness in his voice¡ªjust a resigned acceptance of his current limitations. For now, he would make do with what he had. The fire crackled softly as Kai began to gather the ingredients for his simple breakfast, the scent of smoke and the quiet sounds of the forest in the background. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more. Kai reached for a clay jar resting on the wooden table, its surface smooth and worn from years of use. He scooped out a few cups of dried rice, the grains clinking softly against the sides of the ladle, and poured them into a giant wok before filling it with freshwater. Setting the wok on the stone stove, he watched as the flames licked its base, the water inside beginning to ripple and bubble. As the water approached a boil, Kai sprinkled in a generous pinch of coarse salt, letting it dissolve into the steaming liquid. From a small pouch hanging nearby, he selected a handful of dried spirit herbs he had gathered days earlier. Their vibrant colors had faded during the drying process, but their potent aroma was unmistakable. Carefully, he crumbled the herbs into the bubbling mixture, the fragments swirling and mingling with the rice. The transformation was immediate. As the starch from the rice thickened the water, turning it into a velvety, porridge-like consistency, the fragrant essence of the spirit herbs began to waft through the air. Their aroma was earthy and invigorating, carrying faint notes of sweetness and spice. It was a humble dish, but one that filled the small clearing with a sense of warmth and comfort. After a few more minutes of simmering, Kai gave the congee a final stir with a wooden spoon, ensuring the herbs were evenly distributed. He lifted the spoon to his lips, blowing gently before tasting. The flavor was simple yet satisfying, the salt enhancing the natural notes of the spirit herbs. As Kai ate the warm, fragrant congee, he felt the subtle yet familiar sensation of qi coursing through his body. The spirit herbs, though low-grade, still carried traces of natural energy, and as he consumed the meal, that energy began to disperse within him. A gentle warmth spread from his core, flowing outward through his meridians like a slow-moving stream. The qi wasn¡¯t potent enough to bring about any immediate or significant breakthrough, but it was steady and nourishing. He could feel it ever so slightly reinforcing his cultivation, like adding a single drop to a container. With a satisfied nod, Kai removed the wok from the fire. His spirit herb congee was ready¡ªa meal that, while unassuming, would give him the energy he needed for the day¡¯s labor. He ladled a portion into a small bowl, the steam rising in gentle curls as he settled down to eat. It wasn¡¯t luxurious or extravagant, but to Kai, it was enough. After finishing his meal, Kai returned to the stove, adding more wood to keep the fire alive. The flames crackled and flared, rekindling their warmth as he prepared for the next task. This time, the congee he would make wasn¡¯t for himself. He retrieved the clay jar of rice again and began the process anew, boiling water, adding salt, and mixing in the dried spirit herbs. The aroma of the cooking porridge soon filled the clearing once more, rich and invigorating. Once the first batch was ready, he carefully poured it into a large wooden bucket. Without pausing, Kai began another batch, repeating the steps with practiced efficiency. Bucket after bucket were filled with steaming spirit congee, each one neatly lined up near the stove. By the time he was done, over a dozen buckets stood in a tidy row, their surfaces glistening with condensation from the heat. Kai straightened his back, wiping a sheen of sweat from his brow as he inspected his work. He leaned in, checking the consistency and aroma of each bucket, ensuring everything was just right. After a moment, he gave a satisfied nod. "Good," he said to himself, his voice steady but laced with a hint of pride. "That should be enough to feed everyone." With that, Kai set about gathering the buckets. He moved carefully, balancing the weight of the hot containers as he loaded them onto a sturdy wooden cart he had built for this purpose. Kai began pulling the cart along a well-worn path through the trees, the buckets swaying gently with each step. The sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, dappling the ground with shifting patterns of light and shadow. Soon he would arrive at his destination and perform his other job and the real reason why he was currently living in this forest. Chapter 3 Kai trudged along the dirt path, the wooden cart creaking softly as it rolled behind him, laden with buckets of freshly made congee. The trail was narrow, cutting through the dense forest in a winding line. Thick bushes and undergrowth flanked both sides, their tangle of leaves and branches forming an almost impenetrable barrier that blocked his view of anything beyond the path. The woodland stretched endlessly in every direction, with no sign of civilization save for the well-worn trail beneath his feet. As he walked, the rhythmic crunch of his footsteps was interrupted by a faint whistling sound coming from above. Startled, Kai tilted his head back and squinted up through the canopy of leaves. His breath caught for a moment as he spotted a group of cultivators soaring through the sky, their figures silhouetted against the bright expanse of blue. They flew effortlessly, standing atop sleek, glowing swords that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Their robes billowed gracefully in the wind, and their composed expressions exuded a sense of power and confidence. Even from a distance, Kai could tell these were no ordinary individuals¡ªthey moved with the poise of those accustomed to the skies, their movements fluid and synchronized. Kai¡¯s gaze lingered on them, a flicker of envy stirring in his chest. "If it were me up there," he muttered, "I¡¯d be clinging to that sword for dear life, not standing tall like that." As the cultivators drew closer, he noticed the distinct green color of their robes, vibrant against the backdrop of the sky. They weren¡¯t from his Ember Sword Sect; the emerald hues and intricate embroidery marked them as members of a different sect, likely one affiliated with the Righteous Alliance. Meetings between allied sects wasn''t uncommon, and Kai assumed they were visitors on their way to the main grounds. The group continued their flight without breaking formation, disappearing beyond the treetops. Not a single one of them glanced downward or seemed to notice the lone worker hauling his cart along the forest trail. To them, he was invisible¡ªa speck beneath their lofty vantage point. "Must be nice," Kai murmured, his voice laced with equal parts admiration and resignation. "Flying wherever you want, soaring through the air on nothing but a sword. If I had that kind of ability, my job would be so much easier." With a sigh, he adjusted his grip on the cart¡¯s handle and pressed on, the fleeting sight of the cultivators leaving him both inspired and acutely aware of the vast gulf that separated him from their world. Kai continued along the winding path until he emerged into a large clearing. The dense forest abruptly gave way to an expansive meadow, its emerald-green grass glistening in the morning sunlight. The grass swayed gently in the breeze, its vibrant hue proof to the fertile land. At the center of this tranquil expanse stood an imposing barn-like structure, its weathered wooden walls sturdy and well-maintained. This was Kai¡¯s destination. As he approached, the barn loomed larger, its size imposing. Setting the cart¡¯s handles down with a soft grunt, Kai stretched briefly before walking up to the massive sliding door. With a firm push, he heaved the heavy door along its tracks, the creak of wood and metal echoing into the surrounding meadow. The interior of the barn was a marvel to behold. Sunlight poured through high windows, casting golden beams across a vast open space. Rows of spacious stalls lined the walls, each one housing a fantastical spirit beast. To Kai¡¯s left, a deer stood regally, its antlers adorned with orbiting stones that glimmered faintly with qi energy. Nearby, a cow with a luminescent blue mane lazily lying down, the glow of its hair illuminating the stall like an otherworldly lantern. A few stalls down, a horse with fiery red eyes snorted impatiently, its breath visible like tendrils of smoke. The barn was alive with a menagerie of incredible creatures, each more mystical and wondrous than the last. The beasts noticed Kai almost immediately. Heads turned toward him, ears flicking forward in attention. Excitement rippled through the barn as the animals began to vocalize their delight¡ªbleats, snorts, and low growls filling the air in a cacophony of joy. The deer pawed the ground, the stones around its antlers spinning faster, while the glowing-maned cow let out a soft, contented moo. Even the fiery-eyed horse gave a spirited neigh, tossing its head as if in greeting. Kai couldn¡¯t help but smile at their reaction. "Alright, alright," he said, raising his hands as though to calm them. "I know you¡¯re hungry. Let me get your breakfast ready." Kai would then begin his job as the one and only stable master of the Ember Sword Sect. The beasts quieted slightly, their excitement tempered by anticipation. For Kai, this was the most rewarding part of his day¡ªbeing greeted by these extraordinary creatures, their trust in him humbling him. Kai grabbed one of the buckets and a ladle, moving methodically from stall to stall. At each stop, he carefully poured the spirit herb-infused congee into the troughs, gauging the portions based on the size and needs of the animal inside. For the larger beasts, the congee served merely as a supplement, a snack to fortify them with the qi-rich herbs. The bulk of their sustenance would come from grazing in the meadow outside, where lush grass awaited them. As he filled each trough, Kai unlatched the stall doors, stepping aside to let the animals out. One by one¡ªafter they finished eating¡ªthey eagerly trotted, hopped, or bounded into the open meadow, their excitement palpable. The deer with orbiting stones pranced gracefully, while the glowing-maned cow strolled contentedly into the sunlight. Even the fiery-eyed horse, after snorting impatiently at the delay, bolted out with a spirited gallop, its red eyes blazing in the daylight. Some of the animals grew restless as Kai approached, making impatient noises to hurry him along. A low bleat, an urgent snort, or a pawing at the stall door reminded him of their hunger. Eventually, Kai finished tending to the herbivores, the last of them trotting happily out into the meadow. He paused for a moment, watching the animals spread out across the clearing, grazing or playing in the warm sunlight. Satisfied, he turned his attention to the opposite side of the barn¡ªthe domain of the carnivorous beasts. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. This side of the barn was markedly different. Rows of sturdy cages lined the space, each reinforced with thick iron bars and secured with heavy locks. Inside were animals of a much more predatory nature, their sharp claws and gleaming fangs proof of their roles as hunters. A massive tiger with fiery red and black stripes prowled restlessly in one cage, its golden eyes fixed on Kai with intense focus. In another, a sleek black fox with four tails lounges with a watchful gaze, its tails flicking lazily as if it were sizing him up. Nearby, a white wolf with a vivid blue stripe running down its back stood silently, its icy blue eyes calm but piercing. Kai made his way to the back of the barn, where his small work area was set up for preparing the food for the carnivorous animals. The air back here felt cooler, shaded by the barn¡¯s high ceiling and the shadow of the storage barrels stacked neatly against the walls. Reaching into one of the larger barrels, he pulled out an ominous-looking black fruit. It was about the size of a cantaloupe, its surface smooth and glossy like polished obsidian, with faint red veins running across its skin. Setting the fruit on the wooden workstation, Kai grabbed a knife and began cutting it open. He sliced through the tough outer skin, carefully working around the large seed at its center. As the blade parted the flesh, a dark red liquid oozed out¡ªnot sweet, fragrant juice but thick, viscous liquid resembling fresh blood. The inner flesh was just as unsettling, resembling the raw muscle tissue of an animal. It was unnerving to look at but fascinating in its design. These weren¡¯t ordinary fruits. They were something Kai had cultivated himself through painstaking experimentation and crossbreeding. He called them meat fruits. The result of his work was a remarkable creation¡ªfruits whose flesh and juices mimicked the blood and tissue of animals. It was the perfect solution for feeding the carnivorous spirit beasts in the barn, allowing them to thrive without the need for constant hunting or slaughter. Kai methodically peeled away the thick black skin, exposing more of the meat-like flesh underneath. With a practiced rhythm, he chopped the fruit into cubes, the knife thunking softly against the wooden board. He worked swiftly, mixing the fruit chunks with dried spirit herbs in a large bucket, infusing the mixture with additional qi to nourish the beasts. Once he had filled several buckets with the strange "meat," he gathered his supplies and moved toward the carnivores. His first stop was the stall housing the Ice Claw Wolf, a magnificent white wolf with a shimmering blue stripe down its back. The wolf, which Kai had affectionately named Snow, stood silently in its cage, its icy eyes watching his every move. Without hesitation, Kai unlocked and swung open the heavy gate, balancing the bucket of meat fruit in his other hand. Snow¡¯s eyes glinted, and in a flash, the wolf launched itself forward. "Ahhh!" Kai yelped in surprise as the enormous wolf barreled into him, knocking him off his feet. He landed flat on his back with a resounding thud, the bucket tipping over and spilling a few cubes of meat onto the ground. Snow was on top of him in an instant, its massive paws pinning him down, its sharp teeth inches from his face. For anyone unfamiliar with the animals here, it would have looked like Kai was about to get mauled. Instead of sinking its fangs into him, Snow began licking his face enthusiastically, its warm, wet tongue leaving long streaks across his cheeks. The wolf yipped and wagged its tail like an overgrown puppy, clearly overjoyed to see him. "Ugh, Snow, stop! Stop!" Kai laughed, trying to push the enormous wolf off him as it continued its affectionate assault. "I just fed you yesterday. You don¡¯t have to act like this every time!" Snow barked playfully before finally stepping back, allowing Kai to sit up and dust himself off. He gave the wolf a mock glare, but his fond smile betrayed his real feelings. Despite the intimidating appearance of the carnivorous spirit beasts locked in their sturdy cages, they weren¡¯t truly dangerous¡ªat least, not to Kai or the other animals in the barn. Spirit beasts were far more intelligent than ordinary animals, their minds sharp and perceptive, almost akin to that of a child capable of reason. They understood that aggression or attacking anyone, whether it was Kai or their fellow spirit beasts, would only jeopardize their meals, comfort, and overall well-being. These creatures weren¡¯t mindless predators; they were capable of restraint, especially when it came to the one who cared for them. Kai was more than just a handler to them¡ªhe was their provider and caretaker. Over time, they had come to trust him, recognizing that his presence meant safety and sustenance. None of them would dare to harm him, not out of fear but out of a mutual understanding. The cages, despite their imposing design, weren¡¯t truly for the spirit beasts¡¯ containment. Instead, they existed to offer peace of mind to anyone who might venture into the barn¡ªouter sect members, visitors, or even junior disciples assigned to assist Kai occasionally. Seeing these powerful creatures behind bars reassured them, providing a false sense of security in the presence of beings that could easily cause chaos if they wanted to. Kai knew the truth, though. He could walk freely among the carnivores, unlocking their cages without hesitation, knowing they wouldn¡¯t lash out. He often found it amusing how much trust these creatures placed in him, and how little fear they inspired in him compared to what others felt. "Alright, you big lug," Kai said, standing and retrieving the bucket. "Let¡¯s get you fed properly before you knock me over again." Snow padded back to its stall obediently, its excitement finally tempered as Kai ladled the prepared food into its trough. The wolf sniffed at the offering, then dug in with gusto, its tail swishing happily. After Snow had devoured his meal with evident satisfaction, Kai dusted himself off and moved on to the other carnivorous spirit beasts. One by one, he approached their cages, each time with the same calm and methodical demeanor. He would unlock the heavy latches and slide open the gates, stepping inside with a bucket of meat fruit in hand. As with Snow, the other carnivores responded not with aggression but with eager anticipation and affection. Once their meals were in place, Kai stepped back, giving them the choice to remain in their enclosures or venture out into the wide meadow beyond the barn. Most of the spirit beasts, after satisfying their hunger, were quick to take advantage of the freedom, trotting or prowling out into the open to enjoy the fresh air and stretch their limbs. The meadow, bordered by dense forest, provided a safe haven for the spirit beasts to roam without fear of conflict. There was also a special type of array around the meadow that kept the spirit beast contained within the meadows and kept the odd dangerous creature out. As the last of the cages was opened and its occupant free to wander, Kai stood in the center of the barn, taking a moment to catch his breath. The once-bustling interior had now grown quiet, with most of the spirit beasts outside, enjoying the sunlight and open space. Kai glanced at the now-empty buckets and let out a small sigh of relief. "That''s my first job of the day done," he muttered to himself, a faint smile playing on his lips. Watching the spirit beasts enjoy their freedom always gave him a sense of fulfillment, even if the work was exhausting. He leaned briefly against the barn wall, appreciating the peaceful atmosphere before preparing for the next task that awaited him in his ever-busy life as a caretaker for the Ember Sword Sect¡¯s magnificent creatures. Chapter 4 After tending to the spirit beasts, Kai made his way back to his modest shack. Inside, he retrieved a sturdy bag filled with fresh spirit herbs he had meticulously collected from the forest a few days earlier. As the stable master for the Ember Sword Sect, gathering these herbs was a crucial part of his responsibilities. They were essential ingredients for the feed he prepared for the spirit beasts under his care, enhancing their health and stimulating their cultivation. The herbs, when consumed, did more than just maintain the creatures'' well-being. They carried traces of natural qi that helped fortify the beasts¡¯ internal energy and even offered a small chance of aiding them in breaking through to the next level of their cultivation. Thus, increasing the value of the beasts. It was this delicate balance of nourishment and growth that made the spirit herb-infused feed so valuable. However, Kai often collected more herbs than he needed for his daily duties. This surplus, far from going to waste, was part of a larger system within the sect. Any excess herbs he gathered were to be delivered to the alchemy pavilion located near the sect¡¯s main grounds. The pavilion was a hub of activity where the collected herbs were used for crafting medicinal pills, refining elixirs, and training the sect¡¯s disciples in the art of alchemy. Securing the bag of herbs on his back, Kai started down the well-worn path toward the main sect grounds. Though the alchemy pavilion wasn¡¯t particularly far, the journey always felt like stepping into a different world. His forested home was quiet and secluded, but the main grounds buzzed with the energy of cultivators, teachers, and disciples, each pursuing their paths to immortality with relentless determination. As he walked, Kai couldn¡¯t help but reflect on his role within the sect. While he lacked the talent or resources to rise beyond his current station, his work still contributed to the greater good of the Ember Sword Sect. But even so, he wouldn¡¯t be appreciated much for the herbs he regularly supplies. "At least the beasts appreciate my efforts," he mused with a wry smile, adjusting the strap of the bag on his shoulder. The path ahead curved gently toward an imposing gate that marked the entrance to the main outer grounds of the Ember Sword Sect. The gate, crafted from dark iron and adorned with the sect''s fiery emblem, stood as a barrier between the secluded wilderness Kai inhabited and the bustling world of cultivators beyond. The main outer grounds were vast, resembling an entire kingdom. Towns and cities sprawled within its borders, each bustling with activity. These settlements were home to countless outer sect members, their lives a blend of mundane labor and cultivation, striving for even the smallest steps for a chance to gain entry into the inner grounds and obtain immortality. Beyond this gate lay a world that mortals could scarcely imagine¡ªa place where the extraordinary was commonplace and dreams of ascension flickered in every corner. As Kai approached, the towering gates loomed overhead, guarded by two sect disciples clad in crimson robes. Their uniforms marked them as part of the Ember Sword Sect''s outer security detail, and their sharp eyes scanned every passerby with practiced scrutiny. One of the guards, a lean man with a smirk that seemed permanently etched on his face, spotted Kai immediately. His expression shifted into one of playful disdain. "Well, well, if it isn¡¯t stinky Kai," he called out, his tone dripping with mockery. The other guard chuckled, shaking his head as if amused by some private joke. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. Kai sighed inwardly but kept his face carefully neutral. He was no stranger to this kind of treatment; it had become an expected part of his life within the sect. His work with the spirit beasts had earned him little to no respect¡ªeven from those at the lowest ranks. The nickname Stinky Kai followed him like an unwanted shadow, a jab born from a rumor that he slept alongside the beasts he cared for and reeked of their wild scent. It wasn¡¯t hard to see how the rumor had taken root. Spending most of his days among the creatures, tending to their needs and living apart from the main sect grounds, made him an easy target for such talk. The reality was that the role and title of sect stable master held little importance in the grand hierarchy of the cultivator world. In a realm dominated by qi techniques, flying swords, and airships, the need for spirit beasts as mounts was nearly obsolete. Aside from the rare exception like dragons¡ªlegendary creatures revered for their power and prestige¡ªmost spirit beasts were impractical for transportation or combat. The only real purpose for maintaining spirit beasts was either as a fresh supply of ingredients for alchemy or as part of some ostentatious vanity project. In Kai¡¯s case, thankfully, it was the latter. The Ember Sword Sect¡¯s menagerie of spirit beasts served no critical function; they weren¡¯t being harvested for materials or used in battle formations. Instead, their upkeep was simply a pet project initiated by a sect elder¡¯s son as a display of prestige The elder¡¯s son, known for indulging his whims, insisted on maintaining a collection of spirit beasts as a testament to the sect''s wealth and status. It was a display of extravagance rather than practicality. For Kai, this meant his role was less important and more about maintenance. He wasn''t tasked with preparing these creatures for any grand purpose; he was merely ensuring they were well-fed, healthy, and presentable for the elder¡¯s occasional inspections or the rare occasions when the menagerie was shown off to visitors. While the job lacked prestige, it offered Kai something few others in the sect could claim: a quiet existence away from the relentless scrutiny and rivalries that plagued the cultivator ranks. Still, he couldn¡¯t help but feel the sting of the sect¡¯s indifference. To most, his work was little more than a sideshow, an oddity that had no place in the ambitious, cutthroat world of cultivation. Let them think what they want, Kai thought, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. His work might not have garnered recognition, but it provided him with a sense of purpose. Even if others didn¡¯t see its value, he knew the beasts did¡ªand that was enough for him. "Carrying another load of weeds to the alchemists, are we?" the guard continued, his grin widening as he gestured toward the bag slung over Kai''s shoulder. Kai stopped a few steps from the gate and met the guard¡¯s gaze with calm indifference. "That¡¯s right," he replied evenly. "The weeds that help make the pills you¡¯ll be crawling to the alchemy pavilion for the next time you injure yourself showing off." The smirk on the guard¡¯s face faltered, and his companion let out a surprised laugh. "Careful, Ren," the other guard teased. "Looks like stinky Kai¡¯s got a sharp tongue today." Kai didn¡¯t linger for a response. With a slight nod to acknowledge the guards, he walked past them, the massive gates creaking open to admit him. Behind him, the guards exchanged murmurs, but Kai paid them no mind. As Kai stepped through the gates into the outer grounds, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The energy of the place enveloped him, almost palpable in its intensity. The qi in the air here was noticeably richer and denser than the more diluted currents of the forest he had left behind. "Just another delivery," he muttered to himself, tightening his grip on the bag. "One step at a time." Chapter 5 Kai followed the winding path from the entrance of the outer sect grounds. The route was flanked by dense woodlands, the towering trees casting dappled shadows under the midday sun. The air here was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the occasional chirping of birds. After some time, the forest began to thin, and the path gradually opened up to reveal the modest yet bustling settlement of Meidao. This small village, nestled within the outer sect territory, sat near the border of the sect¡¯s walls. Its location made it a hub for lower-ranked disciples, outer sect workers, and tradespeople who served the Ember Sword Sect¡¯s more mundane needs. Despite its proximity to the illustrious sect, Meidao carried a rustic charm. Its cobbled streets were lined with simple wooden buildings, their rooftops adorned with red tiles reminiscent of the sect¡¯s signature colors. A few shops and stalls dotted the main thoroughfare, selling everything from basic supplies to low-grade talismans and cultivation pills. For Kai, Meidao represented a familiar midpoint¡ªa place where the grand aspirations of the sect''s inner grounds felt distant, replaced by the practical concerns of daily life. It was here he would stop to deliver the excess spirit herbs to the alchemy pavilion¡¯s supply point and perhaps barter for a few necessities of his own. Kai walked through the streets of Meidao, his steps steady but his expression resigned. Most of the sect members barely spared him a glance, too engrossed in their own tasks. However, a few passersby recognized him, and their reactions were immediate. Some cast him sidelong glances of disdain, while others openly pinched their noses, mocking him with exaggerated gestures to imply he smelled. The jeers and silent ridicule felt no different than the treatment he had received from the guards at the gate. Among the Ember Sword Sect, his bad reputation preceded him. Mockery had become a constant backdrop in his life. Kai sighed under his breath, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. Really? Don¡¯t these people have anything better to do than mock me? he thought, his hands tightening slightly on his bag. It¡¯s not like I¡¯ve ever done anything against them. If they have the time to waste sneering at me, maybe their ¡°endless pursuit of immortality¡± isn¡¯t as urgent as they pretend. Though his internal monologue provided some solace, it didn¡¯t change the reality of his situation. He was an easy target¡ªan unassuming, low-ranking worker without allies or power. And in a world driven by status and strength, being at the bottom of the hierarchy made him a convenient outlet for others'' scorn. Still, Kai kept his head down and pressed forward, determined not to let their disdain slow him. He had tasks to complete, and no amount of ridicule would stop him from fulfilling his duties. Kai continued along the path until he arrived at a breathtaking pavilion. The structure before him was a masterpiece of architectural craftsmanship, its design intricate and flowing, with ornate carvings depicting ancient alchemical symbols and legendary spirit beasts. The sheer size of the building was imposing, its towering spires reaching toward the sky, and its grandeur exuded an air of reverence. From where Kai stood, he could see the centerpiece of the pavilion: a massive pill-refining cauldron, its surface etched with glowing runes. Flames roared steadily beneath the cauldron, their intensity a clear indication that the refining process was underway. Sect members in pristine alchemist robes moved about with purpose, their every action precise and deliberate. Some examined the cauldron, their eyes scanning the flames and inscriptions to ensure the process was proceeding without issue, while others worked diligently at nearby tables, their hands deftly blending herbs and powders to craft medicinal pills. The air was thick with the scent of spirit herbs and the faint metallic tang of alchemical elixirs. The atmosphere hummed with concentrated energy, a symphony of discipline and mastery. Kai couldn¡¯t help but marvel at the sight. And this, he thought, is only a branch pavilion. The alchemy pavilion before him, as impressive as it was, paled in comparison to the main alchemy halls located in the inner grounds of the sect. He had heard tales of those halls¡ªstructures said to be even grander, where skilled alchemists crafted pills capable of transforming one¡¯s destiny. For a moment, Kai felt a twinge of longing. The dedication and skill on display here were awe-inspiring, and though his own role in the sect was far removed from such greatness, he couldn¡¯t deny the allure of the alchemical arts. Yet, he quickly pushed the thought aside. This was not his place. With a resigned sigh, Kai adjusted the bag of spirit herbs on his shoulder and steeled himself for the interaction ahead. His task was simple and devoid of fanfare: deliver the surplus herbs and leave quietly, hopefully without sparking any unnecessary ridicule. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. As he approached the pavilion, his eyes fell on a table near the entrance, strategically placed to greet visitors. Sitting behind the table was Wen Cai, the alchemy apprentice responsible for receiving herb deliveries. True to form, Wen looked as disinterested as ever, his posture slouched and his fingers lazily tapping on the table¡¯s surface. When Wen noticed Kai¡¯s approach, a faint smirk tugged at his lips, his eyes glinting with mockery. "Ah, look who it is. Stinky Kai, gracing us with his fragrant presence," Wen yawned, his tone dripping with condescension. He didn¡¯t bother hiding the derision in his words, waving a hand dismissively as if to shoo away an unpleasant odor. Kai forced a neutral expression, unwilling to rise to the bait. "Yeah," he replied evenly, setting the bag down on the table with a solid thud, "I¡¯ve got a particularly good haul this time. Plenty of spirit herbs, fresh from the forest." He began unpacking the bag methodically, his movements steady and calm despite the slight sting of Wen¡¯s words. The derogatory nickname no longer bothered him as much as it once did; he had learned long ago to let it roll off his back. Wen leaned forward, his bored expression giving way to mild curiosity as he peered into the bag. He rummaged through the herbs with a practiced hand, occasionally lifting a sprig to inspect it under the light. "Hmph," he muttered, his tone begrudgingly approving. "Not bad. I guess even someone like you can manage a decent haul every now and then." Kai bit back a retort, opting instead to nod. He wasn¡¯t here for validation or praise, and he certainly wasn¡¯t going to give Wen the satisfaction of an argument. ¡°The amount you brought is worth five merits,¡± Wen Cai said, sliding five small bronze tokens across the table with a perfunctory motion. In most sects, including the Ember Sword Sect, metal tokens served as a tangible representation of an individual¡¯s contributions to the organization. These tokens were not merely symbolic; they functioned as a form of localized currency within the sect. Known simply as "merit," these tokens could be exchanged for cultivation resources, weapons, techniques, or other items essential to a cultivator¡¯s progress. Merit was also a measure of status and opportunity. With enough tokens, one could even purchase entry into the esteemed inner sect, gaining access to superior training grounds, rare cultivation materials, and the tutelage of senior elders. For many outer sect members, merit was the key to rising above their station and stepping into a realm of greater potential. ¡°Would it be possible for me to exchange some of this merit for low-grade healing medicine right now?¡± Kai asked, his tone cautious but direct. Wen Cai leaned back in his chair, a sly smile creeping across his face. ¡°You¡¯re in luck. I was trying to refine some tier 7 healing medicine earlier, but it didn¡¯t go as planned. Ended up with a batch of tier 2 instead. I¡¯ll sell you some for¡­ let¡¯s say, four merits.¡± ¡°Four merits?¡± Kai''s voice rose in disbelief. ¡°Are you trying to sell me gold? Tier 2 medicines are worth two merits at most!¡± Wen shrugged lazily, feigning disinterest. ¡°Expensive ingredients went into that batch. Besides, my time isn¡¯t cheap.¡± Kai clenched his jaw, his patience thinning. ¡°That¡¯s not my problem. The quality determines the price, not the process. Two merits, Wen. That¡¯s the standard.¡± ¡°Well, too bad,¡± Wen replied, his tone dripping with mockery. ¡°Take it or leave it. I¡¯m the only one at this branch authorized to trade medicine for merit, so don¡¯t bother running to the others for a better deal. If you¡¯re unhappy with my generosity, feel free to visit another alchemy branch.¡± Kai¡¯s stomach sank. The nearest branch was a full day¡¯s walk away, and Wen Cai knew it. His smug expression made it clear he was banking on Kai¡¯s desperation. ¡°Oh,¡± Wen added, his grin widening, ¡°now that I think about it, I believe the price just went up. Five merits.¡± Kai felt his grip tighten on the pouch at his waist. This wasn¡¯t a negotiation; it was extortion. Wen Cai wasn¡¯t just flexing his authority¡ªhe was outright enjoying this power play. Kai took a steadying breath, his frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Losing his temper wouldn¡¯t solve anything¡ªnot here, not with Wen Cai. Instead, he adopted a calm, measured tone, though his words carried a sharp edge. ¡°You know,¡± Kai began, his voice low and deliberate, ¡°it would be a shame if Elder Shen Ju¡¯s son, Lei Ju, were to suddenly learn that his precious spirit beast had fallen ill because an alchemist refused to provide the necessary medicine to care for it.¡± Wen¡¯s smirk faltered, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. The implication was clear: involving Lei Ju, the favored son of a sect elder, could turn a minor dispute into a career-ending calamity. Even the hint of annoyance from someone of Lei Ju¡¯s status could be dangerous for someone like Wen. ¡°Fine,¡± Wen grumbled, his earlier arrogance giving way to irritation. He snatched two of the merit tokens from the table and shoved the small vial of green liquid toward Kai. ¡°Take the blasted medicine for two merits. Are you happy now?¡± Kai nodded, retrieving the vial and collecting the three remaining merits without another word of thanks. As he turned to leave, Wen muttered scornfully, ¡°I can¡¯t wait for the day you lose Lei Ju¡¯s protection.¡± Kai paused, glancing over his shoulder with a faint smile that didn¡¯t reach his eyes. ¡°I¡¯d be careful with your words, Wen. It almost sounds like you¡¯re wishing harm upon a sect elder¡¯s son. And we wouldn¡¯t want any misunderstandings, would we?¡± Wen glared at him but said nothing as Kai walked away, leaving the alchemist simmering in his own frustration.