Cage of the Puppeteer | COTE x Xianxia

The faint light of dawn filtered through the slats of the window, casting long shadows across my quarters. My eyes opened slowly, the familiar hum of Qi flowing through my meridians greeting me like an old companion.
For a moment, I remained still, letting the calm of the early morning settle over me. My body felt stronger and more energized, a lingering effect of breaking through to Qi Condensation Stage Two the night before. Each breath felt deeper and more purposeful, as though my lungs were drawing in more than just air.
Rising to my feet, I stretched briefly, the motions fluid and effortless. My bed was left as it was; tidiness here held no meaning beyond practicality. Today would be another step forward, but first, there was something more immediate to attend to—food.
The cafeteria for the outer sect disciples was a sprawling yet unadorned hall, its wooden beams and tiled floors giving it a rustic charm. Long tables stretched across the space, flanked by benches that were already half-filled with disciples beginning their morning routines. The air was filled with the warm aroma of rice, steamed buns, and herbal soups.
As I entered, the low hum of conversations filled my ears. Most disciples kept to their small cliques, chatting about missions, cultivation, or the occasional sect gossip. The cafeteria was more than just a place to eat—it was a social hub, a place where alliances were formed and rivalries simmered beneath the surface.
I moved toward the serving counter, where a middle-aged man with a gruff expression and flour-dusted robes ladled out portions with practiced efficiency. Without a word, I took a tray and accepted a serving of steamed buns, a bowl of rice, and a small dish of pickled vegetables.
Spotting an open spot at a table near the corner of the room, I made my way over. As I approached, I noticed a group of disciples already seated, their conversation animated but restrained.
One of them, a boy with short-cropped hair and sharp eyes, glanced up as I set my tray down across from him. He looked to be a bit older than me; his build was lean but athletic. Beside him sat a girl with long black hair tied into a simple braid, her expression calm and observant, though her eyes carried a glint of curiosity.
"You're new," the boy said bluntly, his gaze briefly flicking to the black flame insignia on my robe. "A Novice Alchemist, huh? That's more than impressive for someone who just joined."
I met his gaze evenly. "That's correct," I replied, keeping my tone neutral. "And you are?"
"Jiang Wei," he said, leaning back slightly and crossing his arms. "Outer sect disciple, just like you. I'm in the Smithing Department."
The girl beside him offered a small nod. "Lin Mei," she said simply. "Medicine Department."
"Pleasure," I said, inclining my head slightly before starting on my meal.
Jiang Wei leaned forward again, resting his elbows on the table. "You know, it's rare for someone new to climb ranks that quickly. Most people take months just to get past the basics."
"Talent helps," I said, my tone devoid of arrogance, merely stating a fact.
He smirked slightly. "Or ambition."
Lin Mei gave him a reproachful glance. "Don't mind him," she said. "Jiang is always suspicious of new faces. It's his nature."
"Suspiciousness keeps you alive," Jiang countered, his smirk fading into a more serious expression. "This sect isn't exactly friendly to those who stand out too much. Not unless you're strong enough to back it up."
"That's a fair assessment," I said, taking a sip of the warm herbal soup. Its earthy flavor was grounding, a subtle reminder of the resources available even to outer disciples.
As the conversation lulled, another figure approached our table. He was taller, with a broad frame and an easygoing grin. His robe bore the faint insignia of an Assistant Alchemist, and he carried a tray stacked with twice as much food as mine.
"Mind if I join?" he asked, not waiting for an answer before sitting beside Jiang Wei. "Name's Zhao Fan. You must be the new Novice Alchemist everyone's talking about."
Word spreads quickly, it seemed. I gave a brief nod in acknowledgment. "Ayanokoji Kiyotaka."
"Figured," Zhao said, digging into his food with enthusiasm. "It's rare for someone to rise so fast. Makes people curious. You know how it is."
"People can be curious all they want," I replied, my tone even. "It doesn't change anything."
Zhao laughed, a hearty sound that contrasted with Jiang's quieter demeanor. "I like you already," he said between bites. "Straight to the point. You'll fit right in here—or make some enemies fast. Either way, it'll be fun to watch."
Lin Mei frowned slightly but said nothing, her attention shifting to her meal.
The rest of breakfast passed with relative ease, the conversation drifting between casual observations about the sect and lighthearted banter. I learned that Jiang Wei specialized in helping to forge weapons for outer disciples, while Lin Mei focused on herbal remedies for minor injuries and ailments. Zhao, despite his apparent lack of refinement, was surprisingly knowledgeable about the nuances of alchemy, often assisting in refining low-grade pills.
As I finished the last of my rice, my mind drifted to the tasks ahead. The salves, Shen Rong's assignment, and the continued push for strength loomed on the horizon. For now, however, the morning was a moment of calm—a brief respite before the next steps of the journey.
I rose from the table, offering a polite nod to the group. "It was a pleasure," I said. "I'll see you around."
Jiang Wei raised an eyebrow but nodded back. "Don't let the sect chew you up too fast, Alchemist."
Zhao grinned. "If you ever need a good laugh, you know where to find me."
Lin Mei simply gave a small wave, her expression thoughtful.
With that, I left the cafeteria, the warm light of the rising sun spilling across the sect grounds. 
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The morning sun was beginning to rise higher in the sky as I made my way to the Alchemy Department. The paths were already bustling with disciples, some hurrying to their respective duties while others engaged in quiet conversations.
When I arrived at the department, I found Bai Yun seated at the reception desk, her head bent over a ledger as she efficiently managed the day's assignments. Despite the monotony of her task, she radiated the same calm authority I had come to associate with her.
"Good morning, Senior Sister," I said, offering a polite bow.
She glanced up, a small smile gracing her lips. "Ayanokoji," she greeted. "Here for missions again, I assume?"
"Of course," I replied. "I'd like to take on two refinement assignments today."
She nodded, flipping through the ledger until she found suitable tasks. After a moment, she handed me two slips of parchment. "Both involve refining Shadow Qi Recovery Pills—standard low-grade batches. The required ingredients have been prepared and are ready for collection. You'll find them in the supply room."
"Understood," I said, taking the slips.
With the assignments secured, I retrieved the necessary ingredients from the supply room, ensuring each component was accounted for before heading to my designated refinement station. The quiet hum of activity in the department was soothing, a steady rhythm that mirrored my own focus.
The process of refining the pills was becoming more fluid with each attempt. While still demanding, the familiarity I had gained over the past week allowed me to work more efficiently. The first batch went smoothly, the furnace responding to my precise control of temperature and Qi infusion. The second batch followed suit, and within a few hours, both assignments were completed successfully.
I placed the pills into their respective containers and returned to the reception desk, where Bai Yun inspected the results.
"Consistent quality," she remarked, nodding approvingly. "You're maintaining a solid standard. Keep this up, and you'll be taking on higher-grade assignments before long."
"Thank you, Senior Sister," I said, bowing slightly as I handed over the completed work.
She recorded the task as completed and handed me the corresponding reward slips. Each mission paid 30 Spirit Stones, bringing my total earnings for the day to 60 Spirit Stones—a respectable sum for an outer sect disciple.
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With the missions complete, I turned my attention to my next task: salve creation. Using a portion of the ingredients left over from the pill refinement process, along with additional materials I had purchased with my earnings, I set up my workspace in one of the smaller preparation rooms.
The rhythmic process of grinding, mixing, and combining ingredients was both methodical and satisfying. Each salve required precision—not just in the choice of ingredients, but in their proportions and preparation. I worked through several types, from wound-healing salves to muscle-relaxing balms, and even a few beauty creams targeted at a niche but lucrative market.
The soft scents of herbs and oils filled the room as I worked, each finished product carefully stored in small jars. By the time I finished, a small array of salves was laid out before me, their potential value far greater than the sum of their parts.
Next, I made my way to a small general shop located on the outskirts of the sect's market district. The shopkeeper, a wizened man with sharp eyes and a shrewd demeanor, sold an array of basic crafting materials. After a brief negotiation, I purchased several items: sheets of thin metal, small glass tubes, and a set of carving tools.
Returning to my quarters, I set to work assembling the tubes for the salves. The process was meticulous, requiring both precision and patience. Each tube was carefully crafted, its interior cleaned and polished to ensure it would preserve the salves' quality.
Once the tubes were prepared, I filled them with the various salves I had created earlier. Using a brush and a small container of ink, I labeled each tube with the name of the salve and its intended purpose. Finally, I inscribed a small, unique symbol onto each tube—a simple yet elegant design that would serve as my logo, a mark by which my products would be recognized.
The symbol, a stylized shadow blooming into a lotus, was chosen deliberately. It represented the fusion of my cultivation path with my alchemical aspirations.
As I stepped back to survey my work, a faint sense of satisfaction settled over me. The salves, now neatly stored in their new containers, were ready for distribution. With each step forward, my plans were beginning to take shape.
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With the salves prepared and neatly stored in their containers, I decided to return to the Alchemy Department to see if there were any more missions available for the day. The rhythmic bustle of the department greeted me as I entered, and made my way to the reception desk, where Bai Yun was still seated, her pen moving deftly across the ledger.
She glanced up as I approached, her sharp eyes catching mine with a flicker of recognition.
"Back so soon?" she asked, setting her pen down. "You're certainly diligent."
"I'd like to take on another mission, if there are any remaining," I said, offering a slight bow.
Bai Yun gave me an amused smile before flipping through the ledger. She scanned the pages carefully, her expression shifting to a faint frown. After a moment, she closed the book and shook her head.
"I'm afraid all the available missions for today have been taken," she said. "The department's been unusually busy lately, and the demand for alchemists—Novice Alchemists especially—has surged. You'll have to wait until tomorrow for new assignments."
I nodded in understanding. Completing additional missions would have not only bolstered my earnings but also provided more opportunities to refine my skills.
"Thank you, Senior Sister," I said, straightening. "I appreciate you checking."
Bai Yun studied me for a moment, her expression softening slightly. "You've made significant progress since joining the department," she said. "But don't forget to pace yourself. Alchemy is as much about endurance as it is about precision. Burn yourself out too quickly, and you'll lose focus when it matters most."
Her advice was sound, and I inclined my head in acknowledgment. "I'll keep that in mind."
Bai Yun's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, her expression unreadable before it softened into something almost contemplative. She tapped her pen lightly against the desk, as though deliberating over a thought. Finally, she spoke, her tone calm but tinged with curiosity.
"Ayanokoji," she began, her voice quieter now, "you've been progressing well, especially for someone so new. Your refinement work shows promise, and I've noticed you take every opportunity to learn. So, I have a question for you."
I met her gaze, intrigued but cautious. "Yes, Senior Sister?"
She leaned forward slightly, her elbows resting on the desk. "How would you feel about observing my Apprentice Alchemist examination tomorrow?"
The words caught me slightly off guard, though my expression remained impassive. This was unexpected—not only because such invitations were rare, but also because examinations were intensely personal events. The pressure of performing under scrutiny could easily cause even a skilled alchemist to falter.
Bai Yun seemed to anticipate my surprise. She gave a faint smile and continued, "This isn't something we offer lightly, nor is it common. Having someone observe during an examination can introduce stress and increase the risk of failure. That's why most alchemists would never consider it."
She paused, studying my reaction carefully before adding, "But I believe there's value in seeing what lies ahead. You've demonstrated discipline and potential, and I think witnessing an examination at this stage could give you insights that will prove invaluable later."
I processed her words carefully. This was more than an invitation—it was an opportunity, and one that could provide me with an advantage. Watching someone as skilled as Bai Yun refine pills under the pressure of an examination would reveal not only the techniques required for the next rank but also the mental fortitude needed to succeed.
"I would be honored," I said, bowing slightly. "Thank you for offering such a rare opportunity, Senior Sister."
Bai Yun nodded, her faint smile returning. "Good. The examination will take place tomorrow morning in the central refinement hall. Be there at dawn. I'll make the arrangements for your presence."
Her confidence was apparent, but so was her determination. This wasn't just a gesture of goodwill; it was a calculated decision on her part.
"I'll make sure not to disrupt the process," I assured her.
Her smile widened slightly. "I'm not worried about that. I trust your composure. But remember, this is a learning experience for you. Pay attention to every detail, and don't hesitate to reflect on what you see. The path to becoming an Apprentice Alchemist is demanding, and understanding the challenges early will serve you well."
"I will," I replied, straightening.
"Good," she said, picking up her pen again. "Now, you should focus on your preparations for tomorrow. And don't forget what I said about pacing yourself."
With a final nod, I turned and left the reception hall. The midday sun greeted me as I stepped outside, the warmth a stark contrast to the cool focus I carried within.
Walking back toward my quarters, my thoughts lingered on the upcoming examination.
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Reaching my quarters, I slid the door shut behind me, the soft thud echoing in the stillness of the room. The quiet was a welcome contrast to the steady buzz of the Alchemy Department, offering a moment to gather my thoughts. Sitting at the low desk, I reached for one of the journals I had received upon becoming a Novice Alchemist. Its cover was plain, but the pages within held the promise of deeper understanding—details about what lay beyond the ranks of High-Grade pills and the position of Journeyman Alchemist.
Opening the journal, I began to read, my eyes scanning the neat, meticulous script. The text detailed the advanced grades of pills, each representing a leap in skill, resources, and knowledge:
Eclipse-Grade Pills (>20% Impurities): These pills are considered premium-quality, their effects powerful and reliable. They are frequently sought after by cultivators attempting to break through stages or needing sustained recovery. Crafting them requires a refined control of Qi and flame, as well as an intricate understanding of ingredient synergy.
Ascendant-Grade Pills (>10% Impurities): These pills border on the miraculous, their potency far surpassing those of lower grades. They are exceedingly rare, their creation limited to only the most skilled alchemists. Their immense benefits come with minimal side effects, making them invaluable treasures in the cultivation world.
Eternal-Grade Pills (0% Impurities): The stuff of legends. These pills, of absolute purity, are so potent and transformative that their effects are said to alter destinies. However, crafting them requires unparalleled skill, spiritual insight, and rare materials that are almost impossible to obtain. Their creators—if they exist—are revered across the cultivation world.
As I continued reading, the journal transitioned to the ranks of alchemists, explaining the progression beyond Journeyman Alchemist:
Adept Alchemist: Specialists in crafting Eclipse-Grade pills, Adept Alchemists are recognized for their creativity and innovation in developing new pill recipes. They often mentor apprentices and hold significant sway in the operations of alchemical departments. Their insignia is violet, a mark of their advanced rank. From what I had observed, Elder Lu likely held this title, given the violet insignia on his robes.
Master Alchemist: Masters of Ascendant-Grade pills, these alchemists have transcended conventional techniques, creating unique formulas and solving the most complex alchemical challenges. Their reputations extend far beyond their sects, earning respect and influence in the wider cultivation world.
Furnace Lord: The pinnacle of alchemical achievement. These legendary figures are capable of crafting Eternal-Grade pills, their mastery of flame, Qi manipulation, and spiritual insight unmatched. Furnace Lords are incredibly rare, their creations priceless, and their names etched into the annals of cultivation history.
Closing the journal for a moment, I let the weight of the information sink in. The sheer scope of the alchemical hierarchy was staggering. Each step upward wasn't just a matter of technical skill—it was a transformation, a redefinition of what it meant to be an alchemist.
The journey from Novice Alchemist to even Apprentice Alchemist felt monumental, but it also sparked something within me. The challenge was immense, but so were the possibilities. Each rank, each grade of pill, represented not just a goal but a stepping stone to understanding the vastness of this world.
As I sat there, contemplating the path ahead, a sharp knock at my door broke through my thoughts.
Rising from the desk, I walked across the room and opened the door. Standing there was Shen Rong, his posture stiff and his expression still tinged with fear. Though he had composed himself outwardly, the faint tremble in his hands as he clutched a bag gave him away.
"Come in," I said simply, stepping aside to let him enter.
He hesitated for the briefest moment before stepping into the room, his movements cautious. His eyes darted around the space before settling back on me. The fear was still there—sharp and immediate—but I knew that would change over time. Fear alone wasn't sustainable; it would evolve, first into compliance, then into reverence, especially once he started to see tangible benefits from following me.
Shen Rong held out the bag, his fingers trembling slightly. "I... I've come to report, Senior," he said, his voice low.
I gestured for him to continue.
"At first, some of the disciples were skeptical," he admitted, his words quick and nervous, "but once a few tried the salves, the word spread fast. They sold out entirely before the day was over."
I nodded, unsurprised. Quality sells itself, and the salves I had crafted were far superior to the subpar products circulating among the outer disciples.
Shen Rong opened the bag, revealing a neat pile of Spirit Stones. "This is the total earnings from the sales—300 Spirit Stones," he said, his voice faltering slightly.
Taking the bag, I counted the contents briefly before extracting a smaller pouch containing 30 Spirit Stones. I handed it to him.
"Your share," I said, my tone even.
Shen Rong blinked in surprise, hesitating before accepting the pouch. "T-thank you, Senior," he stammered, bowing his head.
"Don't thank me yet," I replied. "This is only the beginning. You've done well so far, but there's more to do."
From the corner of the room, I retrieved another storage bag containing the newly prepared tubes of salves, now labeled with the logo I had inscribed earlier. The neat, professional packaging gave the products an air of legitimacy and exclusivity.
"These are the next batch," I said, handing the bag to him. "Distribute these the same way, but this time, I want you to lower the price slightly."
Shen Rong looked up, bewildered. "Lower the price? But... the disciples already buy them eagerly at the current rate. Won't that reduce our profits?"
I met his gaze, my tone calm but firm. "Lowering the price will force rival sellers to do the same," I explained. "Their products, already inferior in quality, won't be able to compete with ours in value. They'll either take the hit to their profits or lose the market entirely."
I allowed the weight of my words to settle before continuing. "When customers see that we're offering better quality for less, they'll naturally gravitate toward us. Once we dominate the market, we'll have the flexibility to control prices—and by then, their trust in our products will be unshakable."
Shen Rong nodded slowly, the logic sinking in. Though he still seemed hesitant, the prospect of further success outweighed his doubts. "Understood, Senior," he said, bowing deeply. "I'll ensure it's done as you've instructed."
I waved a hand dismissively. "Good. Remember—discretion is key. Ensure nothing links back to me, and handle everything quietly."
"Yes, Senior," he said again, clutching the bag tightly.
"Now, go," I said, my tone softening slightly. "You've done well so far. Don't falter now."
After Shen Rong left, the door closing softly behind him, I returned to my desk. The bag of Spirit Stones sat beside the journal, a tangible measure of progress. The salves were just the first step—a means to establish influence and resources within the sect.
Fear is a powerful tool, I mused, leaning back in my chair. But loyalty built on mutual benefit lasts longer. Shen Rong will see that working with me is in his best interest, and as his reliance on me grows, so will his commitment.
The next steps were already taking shape in my mind, each one building upon the foundation I had carefully laid. The success of the salves was only the beginning—a modest venture that would soon evolve into larger operations. With the resources they provided, I could accelerate both my cultivation and my alchemical pursuits, propelling myself further along this path.
My gaze drifted to the bag of Spirit Stones sitting on the desk. Three hundred low-grade Spirit Stones were a tangible testament to the progress I'd made in such a short time, but their weight—both literal and figurative—posed a logistical inconvenience.
Tomorrow, I decided, I'll exchange them for three mid-grade Spirit Stones. It was a logical step. Carrying a large quantity of low-grade Spirit Stones wasn't practical, and mid-grade stones, with their condensed energy, would be far easier to manage. Such stones were also more versatile for higher-level transactions, a necessity as my plans grew in scale.
For now, though, the day was drawing to a close. The faint hum of ambient Qi in the air, usually invigorating, now served as a gentle reminder to rest and recover.
Sliding the Spirit Stones into a secure pouch, I set them aside and extinguished the lamp on the desk. The room darkened, illuminated only by the faint moonlight filtering through the window. I lay down on my bed, the cool fabric grounding me as I closed my eyes.
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The faint chill of the pre-dawn air greeted me as I stepped out of my quarters, the sect grounds cloaked in darkness. The stars above were faintly visible, their light dimmed by the ever-present haze that hung over the Nocturnis Vale. Most disciples were still asleep, their quarters dark and silent, but I had risen early with purpose.
Today, I would witness Bai Yun's Apprentice Alchemist examination—a rare opportunity to observe the process of refining a Mid-Grade pill.
The paths leading to the Alchemy Department were eerily quiet, the usual hum of activity replaced by the soft rustle of leaves. My steps were steady, and my mind focused on the significance of the day.
When I reached the department, the large doors were already slightly ajar, the faint glow of internal lanterns spilling out into the darkness. Stepping inside, I found the familiar scents of herbs and reagents mingling in the air, a comforting backdrop to the structured calm of the department.
Near the reception desk stood Bai Yun, her figure illuminated by the warm light of a nearby lantern. Despite the early hour, she was fully composed, her black flame insignia catching the light as she inspected a ledger in her hands.
"Good morning, Senior Sister," I said, offering a polite bow as I approached.
She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. A faint smile curved her lips, though her expression remained serious. "Ayanokoji," she greeted. "You're earlier than I expected."
"I thought it would be best to arrive early and prepare myself," I replied evenly. "Thank you again for allowing me to observe your examination."
Her smile deepened slightly. "Make sure you pay attention to every detail—the process, the pacing, the control. Refining a Mid-Grade pill is vastly different from what you've worked on so far," she said, closing the ledger and setting it aside.
"I understand," I assured her. "I'll observe carefully."
She nodded, her expression turning more thoughtful. "The pill I'll be refining is a Qi Condensation Pill," she explained as we began walking toward the examination hall. "It's specifically designed for cultivators in the Qi Condensation stage, providing them with a significant boost of condensed energy. The challenge lies in maintaining the potency of the ingredients while minimizing impurities. Even a slight misstep can lead to failure."
Her tone carried a calm confidence, but I could sense the underlying focus in her words. This wasn't just another task—it was a test of her skill and composure.
The central refinement hall was dimly lit, its high ceilings and inscribed walls giving it an air of solemnity. At its center stood a refinement furnace, its dark surface gleaming faintly in the lantern light.
Several senior alchemists and examiners were already present, their robes marked with insignias denoting their ranks. Among them was Elder Lu, his violet-accented robes distinguishing him as an Adept Alchemist. His presence carried an understated authority, his expression neutral as he observed the proceedings.
Bai Yun stepped forward, bowing deeply to the gathered examiners. "Seniors," she said, her tone respectful, "I am ready to begin."
Elder Lu inclined his head slightly. "Proceed, Bai Yun. Show us the depth of your skill."
Bai Yun turned to me, her gaze steady. "You may observe from there," she said, gesturing to a designated spot at the edge of the hall. "Stay silent and watch carefully."
"Understood, Senior Sister," I replied, moving to the indicated position.
From my vantage point, I had a clear view of Bai Yun's preparation. The sheer number of ingredients laid out before her was far greater than what I had worked with in my earlier recipes, a testament to the complexity of the Qi Condensation Pill. Each ingredient had its own unique properties, and Bai Yun treated them accordingly, her movements fluid and precise.
Some ingredients, like the Spirit Root, were carefully cut into uniform pieces, their surfaces clean and unblemished to ensure consistent potency. Others, like the Shadowmint Leaves, had their essence extracted through pressing, the vibrant liquid collected in a small vial that shimmered faintly under the light.
Certain materials, such as the Crimson Flame Resin, were heated slightly over a controlled flame to soften their rigid structure, while the Silver Lotus Seeds were finely grated into a powder, their delicate nature requiring a steady and practiced hand. Every action she performed seemed calculated, each movement a deliberate step in preserving the purity and efficacy of the ingredients.
Once all the materials were processed and arranged neatly on the preparation table, Bai Yun approached the furnace. With a calm breath, she placed her hand on the ignition crystal, channeling a steady flow of Qi to ignite the flames. The blue fire roared to life, casting its ethereal glow across the hall and reflecting in the polished surface of the furnace.
Bai Yun adjusted the heat with expert precision, the flickering flames stabilizing into a controlled burn. From my position, I could see her focus sharpen as she began the critical phase of the refinement process: integrating the ingredients into the furnace.
The first ingredient, the powdered Spirit Root, was added slowly. Bai Yun's Qi enveloped the flames, ensuring they didn't surge or destabilize as the powder dissolved into the furnace's core. The energy from the Spirit Root mingled with the flames, creating a faint shimmer that rippled across the surface of the fire.
Next came the Shadowmint Extract, poured in delicate streams at measured intervals. The liquid hissed softly as it made contact with the heat, releasing a faint black vapor that swirled upward. Bai Yun's Qi guided the vapor, ensuring it didn't disperse too quickly and was properly absorbed into the mixture.
Each ingredient was added in sequence, each requiring precise timing and careful control. Some, like the softened Crimson Flame Resin, had to be added quickly to prevent overheating, while others, like the grated Silver Lotus Seeds, were sprinkled over time to allow gradual integration.
The complexity of the process was staggering. Each ingredient interacted differently with the flames and the Qi flowing through the furnace, and Bai Yun's ability to manage these interactions was nothing short of masterful. She made subtle adjustments throughout the process—altering the temperature with a quick flick of her fingers, infusing the flames with varying amounts of Qi to maintain balance, and occasionally tilting the furnace lid to release excess heat or vapor.
Her concentration never wavered, her hands moving with the confidence of someone who had performed this process countless times. Even as the flames flickered and the mixture within the furnace began to churn, she remained composed, her Qi flowing steadily as she guided the refinement.
As the final ingredient, the Condensed Starflower Petals, was added, the room seemed to hold its breath. The petals glowed faintly as they dissolved into the mixture, their energy infusing the pill base with a brilliance that radiated from the furnace.
Bai Yun's control was on full display as she stabilized the mixture, her Qi weaving through the flames to ensure that every element harmonized perfectly. The energy within the furnace pulsed rhythmically, a sign that the ingredients were nearing complete integration.
From my position, I couldn't help but note the sheer skill involved in this process. The timing, the precision, the unwavering focus—it was a stark reminder of the gap between our ranks. Bai Yun's ability to manage the complexities of the Qi Condensation Pill was a testament to her expertise, a level of mastery I did not have yet.
The flames continued to subside, their ethereal blue glow dimming until they flickered softly at the base of the furnace. Inside, the pill base had solidified, a faint shimmering hue emanating from within—a stark contrast to the dull, uneven appearance of the low-grade pills I had refined in my own practice.
Bai Yun exhaled slowly, her focus unbroken as she moved to complete the final stage. Placing both hands on the edges of the furnace, she channeled a precise flow of Qi into the mixture, stabilizing the pills as they began to take their final shape. The air around her seemed to shift subtly, charged with a quiet intensity as the process neared its conclusion.
With a sharp yet controlled motion, she extinguished the flames entirely. A soft hiss escaped the furnace as it cooled, the faint shimmer of the completed pills visible through the cracks in the lid. Bai Yun stepped back, her expression calm but tinged with a trace of satisfaction.
She reached for a small pair of tongs and carefully lifted the furnace lid, revealing a neatly arranged batch of Qi Condensation Pills. Their surfaces were smooth, their faint shimmer a testament to their superior quality. Even at a glance, it was clear they were leagues above the rough, uneven pills typically seen among Novice Alchemists.
The examiners, including Elder Lu, approached to inspect the results. Bai Yun retrieved a single pill from the batch and placed it onto a small, circular purity-testing device. The device emitted a faint hum as it analyzed the pill, its surface glowing with a series of shifting runes.
After a few tense moments, the result appeared in the form of a numerical display: 63% impurity.
A murmur of approval rippled through the gathered examiners. Though it fell short of the threshold for High-Grade, the result was still exceptional for a Mid-Grade pill. Bai Yun's performance had clearly demonstrated her skill, her control pushing the refinement process to the upper limits of her current rank.
From my vantage point, I observed the scene carefully, my mind dissecting the significance of the result. A pill with only 63% impurity was a testament to Bai Yun's expertise—one step closer, and it would have been classified as High-Grade.
Why is she only undertaking the Apprentice Alchemist examination now? I wondered, my thoughts turning over the question. Her skill was already approaching the standard of a Journeyman Alchemist, which required consistent refinement of pills with impurities below 60%. Perhaps she had delayed her examination for strategic reasons—waiting until she was confident enough to exceed the expectations for her current rank.
Elder Lu stepped forward, his expression neutral but his tone carrying an undercurrent of respect. "Bai Yun," he said, his deep voice cutting through the quiet. "Your refinement today was exemplary. The precision and control you displayed, especially in balancing volatile ingredients, is commendable. You have proven yourself ready to advance to the rank of Apprentice Alchemist."
Bai Yun bowed deeply. "Thank you, Elder Lu. Your guidance has been invaluable in my progress."
Elder Lu nodded, his gaze steady as he reached into his robe and withdrew a small, intricately carved wooden box. The polished surface gleamed under the chamber's flickering light. With a simple motion, he opened the box to reveal a silver flame insignia. It was masterfully crafted, the flame's delicate edges catching the light and casting shimmering reflections, as if it were alive. The silver symbol denoted her rank—a significant milestone on the alchemical path.
"Step forward," Elder Lu instructed.
Bai Yun obeyed without hesitation, her movements calm but purposeful. She came to a stop before the elder and lowered her head in respect. Elder Lu carefully lifted the insignia from the box, its weight symbolizing more than just her achievement—it was a mark of trust, responsibility, and recognition within the Nightshade Monastery.
"With this, you are officially recognized as an Apprentice Alchemist," he announced, his voice resonating with authority. "Bear this symbol with pride and dignity, but also with the understanding that your responsibilities have increased. Many will seek your expertise, and your conduct will reflect not only on yourself but on the department as a whole."
"I understand, Elder Lu," Bai Yun said solemnly.
He fastened the insignia to the right side of her robe, where the black flame had previously marked her status as a Novice. The silver flame shimmered brightly against the dark fabric, standing out with unmistakable clarity. Bai Yun straightened, her posture regal, though a spark of emotion glinted in her usually composed eyes—pride, tempered by a sense of duty.
"You have earned this," Elder Lu said, his voice softening slightly. "Continue to hone your craft and seek knowledge. Alchemy is a lifelong pursuit, and there is no true mastery—only endless refinement."
Bai Yun gave a deep bow once more. "Thank you, Elder Lu. I will continue to strive for excellence."
Elder Lu gave a curt nod before turning his attention to the other Alchemists. "This concludes the examination," he announced. "Return to your duties."
The examiners dispersed, their quiet murmurs of approval filling the room as they left. Bai Yun turned to me, her expression as composed as ever but with a subtle light of accomplishment in her eyes.
"You watched carefully, I assume?" she asked, her tone calm but expectant.
"Yes, Senior Sister," I replied. "Your control over the flames and Qi infusion was remarkable. The precision with which you managed the timing and interactions of the ingredients was a lesson in itself."
She gave a faint nod, seemingly satisfied with my observation. "Good. Pay attention to those subtleties—especially the way each ingredient interacts with the others. Those nuances will make the difference as you progress."
"I'll keep that in mind," I said, bowing slightly.
As we left the central hall together, Bai Yun's posture was as confident as ever, her promotion now official.
The pre-dawn chill lingered in the air as Bai Yun and I walked side by side, leaving the Alchemy Department behind. The sect grounds were still shrouded in the quiet stillness of early morning, the only sounds the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional distant chirp of birds awakening. The faint light of the rising sun cast long shadows, softening the sharp lines of the stone pathways.
Bai Yun broke the silence, glancing at me with a faint smile. "You seemed deep in thought back there," she said casually, her voice warm yet curious.
I returned her gaze evenly. "The process was intricate. I was reflecting on the knowledge I gained from observing you."
Her smile deepened slightly, the faintest trace of amusement in her eyes. "Knowledge alone isn't enough, you know. Understanding the way behind each step, that's where the real learning begins."
I nodded. "True. Watching you refine the Qi Condensation Pill showed me more than the technical steps—it demonstrated the importance of adapting under pressure. I'll have to internalize that if I'm to progress."
She chuckled softly. "Spoken like someone wise beyond their years. You remind me of my own early days here—always observing, always calculating. Though," she added with a teasing edge, "I think you might be even quieter than I was."
"Silence allows for observation," I replied. "Words are only useful when they serve a purpose."
Bai Yun laughed lightly at that, her expression softening. "I'll take that as a compliment," she said. "But there's more to life here than observation and calculation. Even the most dedicated alchemists need a moment to breathe."
The warmth in her tone carried a quiet wisdom, a reminder that even amidst relentless pursuit, balance was necessary.
We walked in silence for a moment longer before she turned to me again, her expression thoughtful. "It just occurred to me—we've been up for a long time and haven't eaten yet."
I glanced toward the faint light spilling from the distant cafeteria. "It seems that's the case."
Bai Yun smiled, a touch of playfulness returning to her features. "Why don't we fix that? Join me for breakfast."
The offer was unexpected, but I inclined my head slightly. "I'd be honored."
Without another word, she turned and began leading the way. I followed her through the winding paths of the outer sect, the familiar stone walkways giving way to a more refined path of polished marble as we approached the inner court.
The transition was subtle but unmistakable. The air felt different—calmer yet charged with an undercurrent of power. The surroundings were meticulously maintained, with lush gardens and elegant structures standing in contrast to the simpler, functional designs of the outer sect.
As we neared the entrance to the inner court, I noticed two inner sect disciples standing guard. They glanced at us but made no move to stop us. Their eyes lingered briefly on Bai Yun's insignia before shifting back to me with mild curiosity.
As if sensing my unspoken thoughts, Bai Yun spoke without breaking stride. "You're probably wondering why I can bring you into the inner court so easily," she said, her tone conversational.
"It crossed my mind," I admitted.
She glanced back at me, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "It's not that I can bring just anyone here. But you're part of the same department, and more importantly, because you're a Novice Alchemist. Even as a Novice Alchemist, your rank is enough to warrant respect. Alchemists hold a unique status in the sect and the wider cultivation world. Pills are a necessity for cultivation, and angering an alchemist means losing access to the resources they provide. Most people understand that."
Her tone shifted slightly, a mix of amusement and exasperation creeping in. "Of course, there are exceptions—some are too arrogant or foolish to see the value in diplomacy. If they think they're stronger than you, they'll look down on you. If they think you're useful, they'll flatter you shamelessly."
I nodded slightly, absorbing her words. A world driven by power, yet bound by practicality, I thought. The importance of alchemists in this hierarchy was becoming increasingly clear, and I resolved to wield that status wisely.
...
We entered the inner court cafeteria, a grand hall with polished floors and intricate carvings along the walls. The scent of richly prepared food filled the air, a sharp contrast to the simpler fare of the outer sect.
Bai Yun led me to a table near the large windows, where the morning light streamed in, illuminating the space with a soft glow. As we sat down, a group of young women approached, their robes marking them as inner sect disciples.
"Bai Yun!" one of them called, her voice warm and familiar. She was tall and graceful, with sharp eyes and a confident demeanor. The others followed closely behind, their expressions ranging from friendly curiosity to open interest as they glanced at me.
"You're up early," the tall one continued, her gaze flicking between us. "And with company, no less."
Bai Yun smiled, gesturing for them to join us. "Ayanokoji, these are my friends—Su Mei, Lin Qing, and Cheng Rou."
Each of them inclined their heads in greeting, though their attention lingered on me with open curiosity. Su Mei, the tall one with sharp crimson eyes, assessed me with a faint smirk. Her striking red hair and confident demeanor exuded both elegance and danger. "A Novice Alchemist?" she asked, her tone laced with interest. "And so young, too. What's your name?"
"Ayanokoji Kiyotaka," I replied evenly, meeting her gaze without hesitation.
Lin Qing, a petite woman with bright turquoise eyes and a playful smile, chimed in, "Ayanokoji, huh? That's quite a serious look you've got there. Are all Novice Alchemists this composed?" Her twin buns adorned with teal ribbons added a whimsical charm to her lively presence.
"Composure is a requirement in alchemy," I said simply.
Cheng Rou, who had been quietly observing, suddenly leaned closer, her expression amused. Her soft blonde waves framed her delicate face, and her serene violet eyes held a faint glimmer of mischief, making her gentle demeanor all the more intriguing. "And modest, too," she teased. "I like him already."
Her comment earned a burst of laughter from the other women. Lin Qing, the playful one, leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. "You know," she began, her voice taking on a mock-serious tone, "it's rare to find someone so composed at your age, Ayanokoji. Most boys would already be flustered with all this attention."
Su Mei smirked, her sharp eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe he's just playing hard to get," she said. "What do you think, Cheng Rou? Do we have a little heartbreaker on our hands?"
Cheng Rou chuckled, her amusement deepening as she glanced at Bai Yun. "You brought us a fascinating guest, Bai Yun. Where did you find him? And more importantly, can we keep him?"
Bai Yun sighed, though her expression remained gentle. "Alright, enough," she said, her voice firm but not harsh. "He's still young, and he just joined the sect. Don't scare him off."
Lin Qing raised an eyebrow, her playful grin undeterred. "Young? That doesn't mean much here, Bai Yun. You know plenty of boys start looking for wives by sixteen—or younger if they're ambitious."
Cheng Rou nodded, her teasing tone taking on a thoughtful edge. "True. Some even manage to find multiple wives if they're talented enough. Polygamy isn't exactly uncommon."
The mention of polygamy gave me pause, though I maintained my composed demeanor. Polygamy is allowed here? I mused silently. Well, that shouldn't surprise me. In a world where cultivators can travel at Mach 2 and live for centuries, conventional societal norms would inevitably shift.
Cheng Rou seemed to notice my thoughtful expression and leaned closer again, her grin widening. "What's the matter, Ayanokoji? Thinking about your future harem already?"
"I'm simply observing the conversation," I replied evenly, which only seemed to amuse her more.
"Observing, huh?" Lin Qing teased. "You're going to be dangerous once you grow up. I can tell."
Before the teasing could continue further, the atmosphere shifted subtly. The light murmur of voices in the cafeteria quieted slightly as a new figure entered the room. My attention, like that of everyone else, was drawn to the woman who had just stepped in.
She was strikingly beautiful. Her long, flowing hair the color of midnight, and her presence commanding in a way that set her apart. But what truly distinguished her was her attire: her robes bore midnight accents, a sign of her status as a core disciple—someone who had reached the Foundation Establishment Realm.
The woman's sharp eyes swept across the room, her gaze landing briefly on our table. A faint, knowing smile touched her lips as she approached, her steps measured and deliberate.
"Bai Yun," she greeted, her voice smooth and cool. "I thought I recognized your voice."
"Elder Sister Yin Yue," Bai Yun replied, inclining her head respectfully. "It's been a while."
Yin Yue's midnight eyes swept over Bai Yun, her expression calm but observant. Her gaze paused briefly on the silver flame insignia displayed prominently on Bai Yun's robes. A flicker of recognition crossed her face, followed by a small, approving smile.
"Apprentice Alchemist," Yin Yue said, her tone carrying genuine respect. "Congratulations, Bai Yun. That's no small achievement."
Bai Yun's composure softened slightly, a faint hint of pride coloring her expression. "Thank you, Elder Sister. It's a step forward, but there's still much to learn."
The acknowledgment didn't go unnoticed by Bai Yun's friends. Su Mei, who had been quietly observing until now, straightened, her sharp eyes widening slightly. "Wait," she said, her gaze darting to the silver flame insignia as if noticing it for the first time. "You passed the examination?"
Lin Qing, ever the lively one, gasped dramatically, clasping her hands together. "Bai Yun! Why didn't you tell us? That's amazing!"
Cheng Rou's eyes narrowed in mock accusation, though her lips curled into a warm smile. "You've been holding out on us, haven't you? Sneaking off to become an Apprentice Alchemist without saying a word."
Bai Yun gave a small laugh, shaking her head. "It wasn't intentional. Things have been busy, and I didn't want to make a fuss."
"Well, we're making a fuss now," Lin Qing declared, her voice filled with playful enthusiasm. "This is worth celebrating. It's not every day someone from our circle advances to Apprentice Alchemist."
Despite their teasing, the warmth and sincerity in their words were unmistakable. There was no trace of envy, only genuine happiness for their friend's success.
Yin Yue watched the exchange with mild amusement, her lips curving into a faint smile. "It seems you have good company, Bai Yun," she remarked before her gaze shifted to me. Her midnight eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity, appraising me with the same sharpness that had lingered on Bai Yun's insignia.
"And who is this?" she asked, her voice calm but with a faint edge of interest.
"This is Ayanokoji Kiyotaka," Bai Yun said, gesturing toward me. "A Novice Alchemist who recently joined the department."
Yin Yue's expression shifted subtly, a flicker of intrigue crossing her face. "A Novice Alchemist at such a young age?" she remarked. Her sharp eyes seemed to pierce through me, and I felt the faint ripple of her spiritual sense brushing against me.
Then, as if sensing something unexpected, her brows lifted slightly. "And a Qi Condensation Stage Two cultivator," she added, her tone carrying a note of surprise.
Her words hung in the air like a thunderclap.
Bai Yun, standing beside me, stiffened visibly. Her head snapped toward me, her eyes wide. "Stage Two?" she repeated, her voice a mixture of disbelief and astonishment. "But you just joined the sect less than two weeks ago!"
The other inner sect disciples around the table fell silent, their earlier teasing replaced by a collective look of surprise. Su Mei leaned forward, her sharp eyes narrowing as if trying to see the evidence for herself.
"You were mortal when you arrived, weren't you?" Bai Yun pressed, her tone insistent. "You had no cultivation base at all."
I nodded slightly, my expression calm despite the attention. "That's correct. I broke through to Stage One shortly after the entrance examination and recently advanced to Stage Two."
"Recently?" Bai Yun's voice rose slightly, a rare crack in her composed demeanor. "How recent?"
"Yesterday," I said simply, my tone as measured as ever.
The table fell silent again, the weight of my words sinking in.
Yin Yue's gaze never wavered, her expression a mix of intrigue and contemplation. "In less than two weeks, you've gone from a mortal to a Stage Two cultivator," she said, her tone even but carrying an undercurrent of awe. "That level of progress is... extraordinary. Even among prodigies."
Lin Qing, ever the playful one, broke the silence with a low whistle. "I knew he was interesting, but this? Bai Yun, are you sure you're not hoarding some secret genius in your department?"
Cheng Rou leaned back, her brows raised in clear surprise. "At this rate, he'll be overtaking most outer sect disciples within a month. This is..." She trailed off, shaking her head.
Bai Yun, still visibly processing the revelation, frowned slightly. "You didn't tell me," she said, her tone softer now, as though she were trying to reconcile this new information.
"There was no need," I replied evenly. "Cultivation is a personal matter. Announcing breakthroughs serves no purpose."
Yin Yue's lips curved into a faint smile, her earlier surprise tempered into a look of quiet acknowledgment. "Practical and disciplined," she said, nodding slightly. "You're not just progressing rapidly—you're doing so with restraint. That's even more impressive."
Bai Yun finally let out a soft exhalation, shaking her head with a rueful smile. "You really are full of surprises, aren't you?"
Su Mei leaned forward again, her interest reignited. "You've managed to climb to Stage Two so quickly," she mused. "Is it pure talent, or do you have some secret technique you're hiding?"
"It's a combination of factors," I replied, my tone neutral. "The sect's cultivation technique, an abundance of Spirit Stones, and disciplined focus."
Cheng Rou smirked, her earlier teasing tone returning. "Disciplined focus, huh? And here I thought we'd finally cracked that stoic expression of yours. Guess we still have some work to do."
Lin Qing grinned, raising an eyebrow at Bai Yun. "If this keeps up, Bai Yun, you'll be playing catch-up with him soon enough. Maybe we should start treating him like the senior here."
Bai Yun rolled her eyes but smiled. "He still has a lot to learn," she said, her tone returning to its usual composed warmth. "Let's not inflate his ego too much."
Yin Yue, still standing with an air of quiet authority, tilted her head slightly. "Ego doesn't seem to be his weakness," she said. "If anything, his focus is a strength that will take him far. Just be careful, Ayanokoji," she added, her voice dropping slightly. "Progress this fast will attract attention—not all of it good."
Her words carried a weight that lingered, a subtle reminder of the dangers inherent in standing out too much.
"I'll keep that in mind," I said, inclining my head slightly in acknowledgment.
Yin Yue's midnight gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before she turned to Bai Yun. "He's impressive," she said simply. "You'll have your hands full, keeping up with this one."
With that, she stepped away, her robes flowing behind her as she left the cafeteria, her presence fading like a shadow dissipating into the light.
The moment she was gone, the others returned to their earlier banter, though their remarks carried an added edge of respect now. Bai Yun, however, remained pensive, her sharp eyes studying me as though trying to piece together a puzzle.
"You're still full of mysteries," she said quietly, her voice thoughtful. "But one thing's clear—you're not just any ordinary disciple."
"Ordinary paths lead to ordinary results," I replied, my tone calm.
Bai Yun smiled faintly at that, though the flicker of curiosity in her eyes remained. "Let's finish our meal," she said, steering the conversation back to lighter topics.
As we ate, the weight of Yin Yue's words lingered in my mind. Progress this fast would attract attention—not all of it good.
But that's fine, I thought, maintaining my composure as the conversation continued around me. Attention is inevitable. What matters is how I use it to my advantage.