>>6476370

Or even the belly of a forge demon! Turning human midstep just to endure the heat, you ignore your nudeness and saunter up to the sweating Huofeng's. Whose skin is so red he looks like fried shrimp or Broiled octopus.

"Madam Huanliuxue" He says, catching his tongue as his eyes pop briefly as he sees your bare body, barely obscured by the steam and white smoke, as you lean to the side and put your hands on your well muscled hips. You cock an eyebrow, daring him to say anything or stare too long. You have nothing to be ashamed of! Your body, human or feline, is a work of art that should be admired. But not too much...Hm, actually, there isn't much lust in his eyes. Maybe he's surprised by how strong and athletic your frame is. What, has he never seen a wild fairy before? Is he too used to those jade beauties who can barely stand in a spring breeze that he's frozen with shock when he sees a red jade that can stand against and split an avalanche? Heh-Heh

"You certainly are a proud beauty, I forgot for a moment, you are a beast at heart" He chuckles, and gestures with a chin dripping with sweat that you can sit upon the steel altar he's been mediating on. You wince as you see the steam rising out from his legs as he shifts and adjusts his sitting posture

"What's that supposed to mean? this body is the result of my effort, you humans are the strange ones for getting all flustered at just the sight of a bare nape" You scoff, and don't sit down, just walking forward and parting steam and smoke alike "So this is how you prepare for your next match"

"The strange spiritual energies of the cosmos were clogging my meridians after my last match" He answers "I do not know how to wield this type of foreign Qi, so I need to expunge it. And there were other impurities, I had accumulated in prior matches. You, who has learned to turn impurity into strength, must not need to take such precautions"

"What impurities? Death is natural, as is blood, and so are the stars and moon" You snicker, leaning forward. He takes a sharp breath and forces his head up, pulling his eyes away from your bouncing bosom to focus on your sneering eyes "So you're sweating out the impurity you'd absorbed unknowingly, that isn't the only reason"

"I am tempering my mind and activating a number of sealed meridians, it is one of the cultivation methods of my tradition, as well as a ancestral meditation technique. I am both purifying my body, clearing my mind, and putting it through hell to awaken its potential" He answers "This fresh arm of mine, requires a little more time to adapt and synchronize with the rest of me"

You frown, knowing he's keeping one last secret as you hop forward and he gives up the in vain battle of ignoring the glorious peaks of Huan mountain by shutting his eyes, the sweat boiling down his brow sealing them as you pout, sad that your game was cut short.
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"It is also, if rumors are to be believed, like your meditations in graveyard, in the company of ghosts. I am, or was, communing with my Dao and Dao heart"

"Hence the collection of rare sun jade...and star fragments" You say with a grin as you turn around and lean over to examine a brazier up close, hissing as a sudden burst of steam flies up and throws up your mane of hair and scalds your face

"Huanliuxue, may I ask if you came here for reasons besides curiosity or the instinctive desire cats have to see what's behind closed doors?" He asked, opening one eye as you stumble back, pawing and rubbing your face to get the steam off

"Oh, yeah, I had almost forgotten with how fun it was teasing an old man like you" You snicker, grinning as he sighs hard enough to puff his cheeks

"My wife would wisely choose me as her target if she saw us now" He grumbled "So what is your reason, my benefactor and host"

"A reminder, to not court death" You say, hopping to land right in front of him, eyes wide and glaring as you look down at him with a stare that wouldn't be too different from the empty expression of a corpse killed in surprise

"Is this about my attempt to self destruct this fresh arm of mine? I was not the first nor last to attempt a modified self destruction technique" He asks, not taking offense "I...admit, I was expecting you to come storming up to me right after, to lecture and scold me for nearly throwing away this gift you've given me"

"I enjoy surprising people, why do you think cats like to weave between legs" You say as you almost sit down on reflex before remembering this sun worshipper is reclining on a plate of steel that could fry a dragon's tail "And that is correct. I already have my hands full treating my subordinate, I don't want my ally to need to recuperate as well"

He opened his eyes a sliver, looking suspect

"The war, my rebellion. Yes" He says "I won't ask you to divulge what the lord of the Xia did to survive, I will have no issues fighting alongside a vengeful ghost or walking corpse. But I appreciate the reminder, the cheers and adoration of the crowd, can be blinding. I will remember to restrain myself and remember this is only a tournament, despite all of the promises of glorious victory"

"That makes it sound like you have a question, and before you ask, no I won't consider a match with one of your..." You start, snickering as you make an audacious accusation to keep pestering and teasing Huofeng, since you found out this Disi Ling is very funny to mess with and bully

"That would be the death of any of my sons, you're a terrifying force of a woman" He says sharply, taking you seriously "And I do have one question, burning hotter than the sun infused steam here, and that is....why are you so focused on this no name rogue, Star Shooter and the rest of his cohort? You seem to have taken notice of them"

"What gave it away? the fact I openly marked him as my rival? Or the fact I've been checking in on them?" You ask

>>6476373

"I just wanted to be certain, and since you...clearly aren't in a secretive mood" He said, gesturing vaguely at your...well everything while keeping his eyes politely off of that aforementioned everything "I figured, since we are to be allies and you have been so generous and kind that..."

"I'd tell you why I made that runt my rival, when everyone else is thinking if they'd need to team up with all the rest of the competition to have a shot at taking me down?" You ask with a teasing sneer as you circle and strut around him, just to make him sweat more

"...in not so blunt of words, but yes"

What do you tell Huofeng, now that he's promised to not risk his life or limb, Huanliuxue?

>"He shot me once. And it is well known how tightly I hold onto my grudges. That should tell you enough"

>"Ask him, maybe he'll tell you if you beat him. See you in the semi finales, lord disi ling...or not"

>"Oh, it isn't a secret. He and the other four were once gods. And they've always had it out for me, those heavens"

>"Refinement. I didn't like him, or any of them at the start, but he's lasted the longest and I want to hammer him into shape, so he can push the others to fulfill their potential"

>"You might as well ask why I barged in like I did, why I adopted jade rabbits or why I wandered into hell mid tournament. It is just a fancy of mine"

>Write in

Next update is Huofeng vs Starshooter, and the vote will be for how you prep to fight elder sword, the reveal of the lucky lottery winner.

Might fit in a few cut aways in it, but we'll see. We'll see

>>6476375
>"Oh, it isn't a secret. He and the other four were once gods. And they've always had it out for me, those heavens"

>>6476375
>"Refinement. I didn't like him, or any of them at the start, but he's lasted the longest and I want to hammer him into shape, so he can push the others to fulfill their potential"

>>6476375
>>"He shot me once. And it is well known how tightly I hold onto my grudges. That should tell you enough"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdgD8OP04RE
We need our getback. Even if it is also to teach them all a lesson. We can double dip on the meaning and purpose of our actions. How lucky.

>>6476375
>He shot me once.

Why not. It's the truth

>>6476375
>>"He shot me once. And it is well known how tightly I hold onto my grudges. That should tell you enough"

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finally, the site is back. Ending the vote and tallying the result now. Lost two pieces of teaware while I was waiting for the site to work again, so Grandfather is suffering from a few heart demons atm. Especially as I am forced to drink tea from my tiniest pot, since my other two are, too big for most days and devoted to Sheng Puerh respectively

Oh, it isn't a secret. He and the other four were once gods. And they've always had it out for me, those heavens":1

"Refinement. I didn't like him, or any of them at the start, but he's lasted the longest and I want to hammer him into shape, so he can push the others to fulfill their potential":1

"He shot me once. And it is well known how tightly I hold onto my grudges. That should tell you enough":3

So you'll tell Disi Ling Huofeng "He shot me once. And it is well known how tightly I hold onto my grudges. That should tell you enough"

Update will arrive shortly

>>6476406
lmao, love venture bros

You don't have to consider your answer for long, so with your back to Disi Ling Huofeng, backside and shoulders hidden by steam and smoke, you tell him exactly why you singled out Star Shooter as your rival in the Tournament, and oh so publicly as well.

"He shot me once" You answer, glancing back over your shoulder and see Lord Disi-Ling's eyes pop open and widen with a look of revelation, and you hope its because of what you said and not can be vaguely glimpsed right in front of his eyes "And it is well known how tightly I hold onto my grudges. That should tell you enough"

"I see, I am enlightened. So vengeance was the root of the matter" He says, curiosity clearly satisfied before he sucks in a scalding breath between his teeth and from the peeling sound, you can tell he adjusted his sitting posture to lean and crouch forward, knuckles pressed against his chin as he grimaces, a new curiosity taking the place of the one just satiated

"But ah, Lady Huanliuxue, did this rogue shoot and pierce you with an arrow, before you awakened and ascended to the position of a Magical Beast, or was this encounter just prior to your trial. For as wily and formidable as you are, I can't imagine you could survive a golden core level shot, unless he too is a rare talent that shot up to...no that wouldn't be right, he fights like a novice with some talent" Huofeng asks, but quickly gets caught up in his own musings, so with a girlish titter, you wave good bye and leave him to his steam and his heat and his sun jade as you beat a quick retreat. The guards outside even manage to remember how to grip their spears as you prance past them, ignoring them as you leave to get dressed and watch the fateful, last match of the round.

You decide to wear your sect robes and little jewelry and decoration, since you're going to be fighting soon. And you're joined by the Geges as well as most of your students who haven't left on journeys of discovery or to find a way to breakthrough their bottlenecks. Smiling, you lean back into your throne and watch as Huofeng, still steaming from his mediation enters the arena. And shortly there after, Star Shooter, dressed in his usual manner but with tokens from his four friends wrapped around his bow does the same.

"Though he was met with scorn in his first matches, Disi Ling Huofeng has proven that not every branch of that sun blessed clan has degenerated and withered! People of Chuan, the redeeming blaze, the keeper of holy flames, the patriarch of the Disi Ling family and the noble traitor of the Ling Clan, enters the ring for what may be his last match, slick with sweat and with eyes ablaze to peer the sun's own glare!" Ling Wucai excitedly announces "And the last of the sectless rogues, Xing Sheshou, borrowing the name of a minor martial diety, the star shooter in the red star general's celestial army, enters opposite of this surprise hero and friend of Chuan!"
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>>6477484

You smirk as you briefly meet Star Shooter's gaze, as Five colors continues announcing him "He has surprised us, though he is clearly lacking refinemet and sturdy foundations, and has shown his arrogance in claiming the epithet of a god, however petty, as his own alias, he has proven himself capable! Beating the Xue Clan Patriarch and lord of the Winter Blossoming Sect, as well as achieving an equal feat to Huanliuxue, by besting two opponents on their own! That bow of his has clearly been refined, but will it be enough to reach one of the inheritors of the Sunblessed lands!"

"Star Shooter, I heard you have more history with our host than most know" Huofeng said, tauntingly as Star Shooter, suspicious, nodded his head once

"And I saw her give you that arm, seems we're both leashed to that irritating woman, one way or another" He said, but his words didn't sound like they had much venom "How'd you find out?"

"A cat yowls when they are wounded, in pride or body" Huofeng answered vaguely and you narrowed your eyes as Jionghuagege looked ready to ask you herself what happened, but then shut her trap

"Oh, she told you" Star Shooter said "I can never tell what she considers a secret needing keeping and something that can be shared, her behavior is baffling. She might smile and disembowel you, or swear vengence while treating you to delicacies"

"Men know not the minds of women, nor cats" Huofeng laughed 'But enough gossip, boy, prove yourself worthy to take a second shot at the grand Huanliuxue, or falter at this step"

And with that said, they cupped fists, the greatest show of respect that Star Shooter had shown in the tournament, bowed deeply and walked through the rift you made into space. Tiexingege turned to you, looked ready to ask a question, then sighed as your students gnashed their teeth or shook their heads at the bravado the two fighters had shown in so plainly and casually speaking about their master like you were any ordinary noble lady.

And they do not waste anytime tearing into eachother. Star Shooter kicks off a stray star's tail and Huofeng unsheathes his silvery blade as his opponent flies away and creatures a league of distance. There is a glimmer of silver sword light, that rapidly burnishs gold as a ripple of steam rises out of Huofeng's pores as his eyes turn into miniature suns. Star Shooter flips around, stringing two arrows formed out of pure Qi, one black and the other flashing rainbow. A rift tears through the space between the two fighters, as the Cosmic Qi arrow collapses into itself and creates a tunnel between the two. Huofeng responds immediately, slashing his sword as his sword light is distorted. The destructive Yin Qi arrow, clearly inspired by your favorited ranged attack of Destructive Yin Sphere's expands and explodes into two different blasts as it is split down the center.
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>>6477485

Star Shooter kicks off another stray start, narrowly the distorted sword light, as he rapid fires off arrows from his quiver, pricking his finger on each as he sends them Soaring.

Huofeng maneuvers, gliding between the still expanding explosions, sword at his side and a paper talisman clasped between the fingers of his other hand. The talisman burns and the spell activates, and right behind it, Huofeng is flashing the handsigns and seals of another spell as the spell from the talisman's array sparkles into being and a great river of sunlight pours and transmutes into two tigers formed out of celestial fire. The arrows dipped with former god's blood fly, and bubbles and tendrils rise on the blood as Star Shooter, without any training or affinity for it, pulls on the water in the blood using Qi control to slightly adjust the trajectory of the arrows. Unable to truly control his blood, they arc in unexpected angles, but Huofeng remains resolute as he marches, swinging his sword as his twin tigers of fire chart a path and snatch a few of Star Shooter's attacks out of the sky.

The distance is closing between them, Huofeng crouched down and sheathed his sword, brow heavy and shoulders bowed as his tigers flew towards Star Shooter, Fangs and claws barred. His eyes shine, and he blocks the bite of one with his phyical bow, while his hands draw a faint and ghostly duplicate, and send an arrow of pure start light through the head of the Qi beast, that flickers away. A brief, momentary glimpse of...bow light? Arrow Light? Star Shooter finally lived up to his name? But unfortunately, there were two tigers, and the next one pounce on him, forcing him to a stream of ice and star dust as it lashed its claws and gnashed its teeth formed from the tongues of sun flares. And Huofeng unsheathed his sword and launched another sun light sword beam at him. Star Shooter, shoulders torn, snarled and snapped a finger.

He vanished, replaced with one of the straw arrows he fired, and draws a sword he had hidden within his sleeve. And you smirk. Even from this distance, you could smell the blood on it.

So Star Shooter trained between matches by testing his fangs. That was one of the swords of the Seven Slaughtering Swords, not one of the Seven, but one owned by one of their members. Star Shooter had prepared himself by taking a life. Interesting. Unfortunately, he isn't a swordman. And while you aren't either, you've watched Qiang and others fight enough to notice the flaws in his stance and grip.

But, the sneak attack worked to surprise Huofeng, who spun around and clashed blades, quickly turning around the lock but, Star shooter pulled back his free hand and sent an arrow of Qi point blank into Huofeng's side. You sat up straighter as Tiexingege cheered and the crowed followed her, none louder than Star Shooter's fellow fallen gods. Huofeng's eyes flared, and he lashed out with the arm you gave him and...
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>>6477486

"...He must've used water from my garden" You say, realizing that he had used a bit of primordial beast essence to transform the pure sun qi he had worn like an aura cloak to reshape it into a tiger's claw. Star Shooter reeled, barely blocking the strike, flickers of golden flame licking at his hair and cheek as the Solar Tiger Huofeng summoned roared and pounced from behind him. Star Shooter Snapped his fingers, Huofeng whipped around, purged the primordial beast essence and pulled his blade over his shoulder, a great vortex of fire forming around its tip, condensing and turning into a point of pure, golden light as Star Shooter, grabbing an arrow from the quiver at his side, aimed in a different direction from Huofeng.

At a star, and with his bow back in his hand, shot it. There was a flash in the sky, Ling Wucai cheered for his distant descent, forgetting he was supposed to be announcing the match as he threw a fist up in the air. And then, there was a cascade of colors as a star was shot and shards of it flew out. The beam of light refracted, star shooter vanished repeatedly as Huofeng was buffeted by an astral whirl wind and a twister of his own, purifying sunlight while his opponent desperately ran away from the Solar Tiger and gouts of celestial fire, swinging the sword he looted from a corpse or firing off a qi arrow before blinking away.

The storm of a broken star died down, settling as Huofeng rose back to his feet, robes cut through and star light glittering in his cuts as Star Shooter finally managed to pin down the Spirit Tiger with an arrow to its front and back paws. He was clawed all over, and burned all over, with golden flames licking and growing on him. Huofeng, besides the wound in his side and cuts and slashes from the broken star, was in a much better state.


He blinked and suddenly flashed into a spark of golden fire, using a strange movement technique to move between the bonfires Star Shooter's rapid escape via arrow replacement had left behind. Star Shooter's eyes widened, and you clearly read his lips spitting out the word "Shit!", as he began to notch and let loose arrows, physical or formed from all manner of spiritual energy as he realized that his opponent was locked onto him and he couldn't run away from much longer.

And a few of them landed, but Huofeng had controlled the match from the beginning. And he had paid close attention to Star Shooter clearly. He respected him, because he didn't give him time to breath and adapt or improvise like he did in his prior two matches. He closed in, slashing down or burning most of the arrows that were shot to him. Those he wasn't able to block or dodge by jumping to a new fire, he ignored, as their shafts burned away as his aura began to burn hotter and hotter and the sunlight in his eyes began to bleed out and trail, giving him eyes like a furious dragon.
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>>6477488

He was upon Star Shooter, as he notched another arrow, and he struck, first with his real blade, then with a ethereal sunlit copy. And There was a flash in the sky.

Star Shooter grimaced, as one of his arms erupted into bright golden flames, but he and Huofeng were blade locked. He'd seen through the ruse, and blocked the right strike. Huofeng smiled and took in a breath, drawing in the light from the stars floating around them. Star Shooter didn't wait, and using the sword he'd taken as a bow, he drew an arrow of black, destructive yin Qi, crackling with energy that looked...remarkably like grudge energy. You clicked your tongue and grinded your teeth, wondering if Star Shooter discovered Grudge Energy.

Huofeng slammed his palm into Star Shooter's chest, and sent him flying to avoid having his head pierced by a destructive yin arrow. But he wasn't the target. The stars gathering around them were. The Arrow Shattered and split the small stars, which began to break apart into storms of rainbow colored destruction. Huofeng lips moved, and you read a much more colorful curse than shit on them as Star Shooter grinned and then froze.

A paper talisman fluttered on his chest. A simple spell, but one that left him unable to take advantage of the opening the trap he'd created had made. It was a paralysis spell. A pretty simple one. Shuts off the meridians momentarily, locking acupoints and thus tightening muscles

But

it was something Star Shooter hadn't seen coming, and something he had never experienced. His eyes darted, as Huofeng roared and channeled the primordial beast essence he had refined while mediating, along with the Sun aligned fire Qi and survived the Falling Star Rain by burning it away. And the day grew a bit brighter and a bit hotter as he escaped the trap, just as Star Shooter managed to free his arms, manually unlocking his meridians and releasing his muscles.

He clapped his hands, and drew them apart, and Huofeng's counter attack was briefly stalled by a basic protection spell. He smirked as Star Shooter released the remaining locks on his body and hopped away, bow in one hand, sword in the other. He used the latter as an arrow.

And revealed the reason why he hunted down one of the Seven Slaughtering Swords for it, as a shimmer of blood on its edge darkened, as the sword, seemingly drawn by a hand of its own, flew towards Huofeng, who deflected it. But it came back, and he blocked it again. He narrowed his eyes, as fought off the dancing sword as Star Shooter lined up another shot, falling to one knee. There was a flash of golden light, and he turned, and you followed his eyes.

Huofeng had cast a spell. A remote detonation spell

He had stolen Star Shooter's own trick. Star Shooter snapped his finger, using his arrow replacement movement technique, but not before a shard of star struck him in the shoulder.
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>>6477489

And not before Huofeng grabbed hold of the sword he sent at him and tamed it by subjugating it to a bathe of cleansing flame. Now armed with two blades, the Disi Ling Patriarch flew towards his opponent, Star Shooter briefly adopted the stance of your Feline martial art. Before he had a look in his eyes, and he smiled, and lashed out his leg like Xiannu! His leg was slashed, but he hit Huofeng's jaw. He hopped back, Huofeng shook his head and turned to a spark. Star Shooter breathed out, clapped his hands and swung his head back and caught the edge of the blade Huofeng had took from him with a headbutt, splitting his brow but deflecting the strike and reducing its impact. Diqui Lang He pulled his hand back and launched it forward like a spear tip, wrapping his hand in Qi. Huofeng blocked with his own sword, but the blow sent him flying back. Shen Mao. Star Shooter , bleeding all over, steeled himself and clapped his hands again, lowering his arms, created two blades from star light that flowed from the chunk in his shoulder. Jie Wang.

He flew forward, and attacked wildly, slashing the blades and forcing Huofeng to remain on the defensive, scoring a few hits even as most of his blows were deflected or blocked, and once Huofeng found his footing, empowered by the sunlight he'd gathered inside of himself and the primordial beast esssence he was harnessing to give himself a beastly vitality, began to score more hits in return, the two clashing rapidly and moving like stars, star shooter suddenly dropped one hand and pulled.

Huofeng dodged.

Star Shooter had feinted

And appeared behind his opponent from an arrow head that had just melted out of his wounds, he drew his bow. Huofeng launches a wire thin sword beam. The string snapped, slashing star shooters face, and struck Huofeng in the chest. Golden light bled out, the audience's breath stalled, Tiexingege and Jionghuagege would not stop shaking your shoulders, Ling Wucai bit his lips hard enough to draw blood. And you just watched

"So this is as far as you god, huh, Xing Sheshou?" You sigh, shaking your head as Huofeng, despite having an arrow an inch from his heart, leapt froward, partially transformed into the celestial sun fire he had been wielding and partially turned into a tiger like he'd created from his aura, when

Star Shooter snapped his fingers, and appeared in front of him.

His arm was through his chest, replacing the arrow he'd shot. Huofeng's blade was pressed against his throat. Their eyes locked, the two men, wreathed in celestial flame and blazing sunlight, stared eachother down, each having the other in checkmate. Huofeng's eyes narrowed, sharpening as he flexed the arm you gave him before a gentle, amused smile curled on his lips.

"You want it more" He mouthed, and Star Shooter blinked, eyes suddenly crazed with fear as he realized a sword was stabbing into his throat.

But Huofeng raised up his other hand in forfeit
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>>6477490

"It is only a tournament for me, I've won glory and renown enough" He mouthed, as He pulled back his sword and patted star shooter on his arm "No reason to cripple or kill eachother, you've earned my respect, boy. You're a quick learner, hands on"

Laughing at his own joke, Huofeng stood there as Star Shooter slowly removed his arm from his chest, with a conflicted, confused expression.

"Huh" You say, as Tiexingege looked at you with a smile so smug it was begging to be wiped off her face "Guess I was wrong. Never thought he'd use that technique like that"

"Red Fur, you guessed wrooooong~" She taunted in sing song as you got up and left to see the result of the lottery as Five colors began to, with mixed emotions, announce the win and the first forfeit of the golden core tier of the tournament.

"...They didn't give a name?" You asked the disciple, one of Fu's martial arts friends who lacked the talent to cultivate

"They didn't say it, and they don't seem to come from a sect, they were really quiet, master" The explain as you follow them to the pavilion prepared for the winner so you could meet them and welcome them to the tournament and congratulate them on their luck "They wore a heavy robe, and strange, talisman like bandages"

You nodded, rubbing your chin, thoughts half occupied with Huofeng and Sheshou's match, and its outcome. But all thoughts about Huofeng giving up early and the bitter taste that must've left in Star Shooter's mouth vanished as you felt a familiar presence. One you had almost forgotten.

You snarled, hissing as you raised your shoulders and glared at the silent, towering figure, taller than Feiqing after he awoke his demonic heritage.

And made entirely out of stone. You recognized that stone puppet! The first thing to humiliate you in your second life and existence as a Magical Beast. It stood there, a glimmer of divinity, larger than you remember, embedded inside as it turned with a head cut and shaped to resemble a man's head as it silently observed you.

"How you have grown" A voice rumbled from within

"Bastard!" You spit as they bow their head

"Our last encounter was not the most genial. I will admit' They said, as you remember it shouldn't be able to talk "But, fighting you, back then. Woke me up"

"DIE! FIND A HOLE TO DIE IN!"

"And I was fortunate enough to win a chance to fight you again" They said, ignoring your hostility which just pissed you off more "Perhaps, then, we can learn more from eachother and grow. Clearly, you haven't forgiven me, but I hope we may be friends'

"EAT SHIT AND DIE!" You roar, stomping your foot and storming off, before stopping and snarling as you added "MAKE YOURSELF A MOUTH SO YOU CAN EAT SHIT THEN DIE! I HOPE XING SHESHOU SMASHES YOU! STUPID STATUE!"

"Master?" Your disciple asked, completely lost
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>>6477493

"I will not do that. But I am glad you have kept your vim and pluck, kitty cat" The statue called out as you resisted every fiber of your being demanding your wheel around and try to smash their head in "Try not to pop a blood vessel and have an aneurysm before we fight"


Which Aura do you use/ manifest for your fight with Elder Sword, Huanliuxue?

> Ill Omen: Halve the effects of enemy auras/ Brings misfortune to opponents. Counter type

> Primordial Remnant: Greatly increase physique/ Boost Beast Evolutions a tier higher/ reduce damage received/ Scales damage based on damage received or healed. Aura of terror/ awe/ access to ancestral techniques. Self Buff Type

>Queen of beasts and ghosts: Weakens human and living opponents/ Strengthens beasts and ghost allies/ Bends weaker beasts and ghosts to your will + boosts their and the aura wielders bestial / ghostly attributes/ Summons illusory allies if none are presented/ boosts Stamina, vitality, spirituality. Army type

>True Ancestor of pure carmine mysticism: Prevents hostile healing/ Empowers blood based techniques and carmine mystic abilities + Evolutions, increasing as more blood is shed. Passively drain blood, causing instant death to weak foes. Passive healing effect. Empowers + Subordinates are Carmine mystics. Can corrupt mortals and weaker cultivators into carmine mystics. Specialized/ Ancestral type

>Dying Time: Distorts, quickens the flow of time. Weaker opponents age rapidly, Equal/ stronger foes have their stamina/ vitality sapped. Reduces DCs, expands crit range to 90 to 100. Contains user and foes in an altered space. Critical hits can apply debuffs, deal more damage and other effects. Duelist type

>Crow Queen's Majesty: Swap Karmic State, Gain the powers+ affinity of a Crow Demon, subordinate weaker demons, strengthen demonic/ wicked techniques, generate a hellish, deliberating miasma of underworld air, grow stronger based on the number of corpses surrounding you. Specialized/ Karmic Reversal: Self Buff/ Army type aura.

>>6477494
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE STATUE LMAO ah shit that's fucking gold. But man, now we have two hated foes to deal with. What truly wonderful luck. All of the blessings are ours today. Though now I want to do all the random crap Star Shooter has pulled out of his ass, but more refined and better, just to teach him a lesson. And make him look silly. But now we have this statue to deal with and we brought a bow not a chisel.

> Primordial Remnant: Greatly increase physique/ Boost Beast Evolutions a tier higher/ reduce damage received/ Scales damage based on damage received or healed. Aura of terror/ awe/ access to ancestral techniques. Self Buff Type
But first we have to deal with SWORD. And since he has made it very clear that he brutalizes his opponents as well as uses chip damage to make his final openings we can use that against him as we HP tank and regen to proc ever escalating buffs. Essentially forcing his hand to try desperate moves to try to beat the escalation before it gets out of his control, which is the perfect time to counter him. Like a cat batting a snake before it can bite.

Thank goodness we'll be on the moon otherwise the front row seats would need to wear rain coats and umbrellas.

>>6477494
Of all the things to see a return, I would've never expected our greatest humiliation to be it. Unrelated, but I was not expecting this quest to tank major security failures.
> Primordial Remnant: Greatly increase physique/ Boost Beast Evolutions a tier higher/ reduce damage received/ Scales damage based on damage received or healed. Aura of terror/ awe/ access to ancestral techniques. Self Buff Type
It's our most offensive buff (besides Dying Time) for potentially our hardest fight of the tournament. Considered Crow Queen but the miasma might give him a buff too.

>>6477494
>Ill Omen: Halve the effects of enemy auras/ Brings misfortune to opponents. Counter type

>>6477494
Did not expect the past to catch up to us in such a manner. Also probably the most upset Huan has been in a while, lol.

> Ill Omen
Would probably feel unsporting to counter a fighter with bad luck, but he's a dick and a murderer so fair's fair.

>>6477494
>Ill omen

Oh I was thinking about him recently, sending someone out to find that little bastard. HA. HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAA!

>>6477494
Kino, pure kino!
We need to take a minute to meditate so that our anger doesn't distract us

>True Ancestor of pure carmine mysticism: Prevents hostile healing/ Empowers blood based techniques and carmine mystic abilities + Evolutions, increasing as more blood is shed. Passively drain blood, causing instant death to weak foes. Passive healing effect. Empowers + Subordinates are Carmine mystics. Can corrupt mortals and weaker cultivators into carmine mystics. Specialized/ Ancestral type
Many of Elder Sword's tricks depend on being injured

>>6477494
>True Ancestor of pure carmine mysticism: Prevents hostile healing/ Empowers blood based techniques and carmine mystic abilities + Evolutions, increasing as more blood is shed. Passively drain blood, causing instant death to weak foes. Passive healing effect. Empowers + Subordinates are Carmine mystics. Can corrupt mortals and weaker cultivators into carmine mystics. Specialized/ Ancestral type
I wanna drop the Blood Moon on this guy.

>>6477494
> Primordial Remnant: Greatly increase physique/ Boost Beast Evolutions a tier higher/ reduce damage received/ Scales damage based on damage received or healed. Aura of terror/ awe/ access to ancestral techniques. Self Buff Type

This stacks great with dance on the border of life and death, especially with how he fights.

I'll try to end and tally the vote later today, but I can make no promises, Juniors. Been preparing for the fight with elder sword, but suptg going down twice has been a bit of an obstacle for me.

>>6478567
Okay I was worried it was just me or if that PHP issue fucked the site owner just as much as half the internet. In the interim there's https://archive.palanq.win/qst/search/subject/heretic%20cultivator/

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Hey juniors, Grandfather started the day by falling the stairs, missing most of them and colliding with the solid wood door in front of them.

I am okay

Ending the vote tallying the result now.

Primordial Remnant: 3

Ill Omen:3

True Ancestor of Pure Carmine Mysticism:2

And we have a tie between Ill Omen and Primordial Remenant

I'll break it real quick

1 = Primordial Remnant

2 = Ill omen

>>6478568
Make that three times its gone down, cause its down again.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>6478891
I forgot to put in the dice

>>6478892
Classic style, Ill Omen will be the aura you bring into/ start the fight against Elder Sword

update will arrive shortly

>>6478891
>I am okay
The fact you seem to consistently hurt yourself or break things seems to indicate otherwise. Just saying.

>>6478894
The stairs have loose carpet. The teaware is either getting hot water on my hands or getting distracted when I am moving it

You stay in a bad mood, fuming as you put on the regal armor woven from spider demon silk and prepare our weapons, magical tools and a few paper talismans containing spells that are a bit clumsy to cast with hand or ear and tail signs in the middle of a fight, just in case. The stadium is already shaking before you emerge into circle lit by a blood red sunlight, dressed in your imperial raiment and carrying both Ghost Empress Melody and Moon Collapse, having left the bow behind to keep as surprise for the final match for that damn statue or that dumb star shooter.

Elder Sword, is dressed simply in his sect robes, having tied the top around his waist, exposing his scar covered chest as he relishes in the enmity and hatred of the audience, who, feeling quite safe in the stands are hurling insults, curses and profanity from every corner of Chuan, even the commoners and peasants outside of the world of cultivation have been emboldened to shout abuse and anger down at the murderous demonic cultivator, who is wearing a truly twisted and grotesque expression of pure bloodlust and wicked thrill.

He crosses his arms, eyes softening as they lock onto you, examining your armor and weapons from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head.

"We both arrive, prepared for war and death" He says, his voice cutting through the indistinct noise and fury of the crowd, seemingly having all of Chuan set against them "I am honored you'd consider me a foe worthy of wearing hell woven silk. Though I wonder why you have entered this ring, in that form"

"Die curious, the body I wear depends entirely on my whims. And the atmosphere" You reply with a smirk in your eyes, the actual mouth hidden behind the face guard of your helmet "And the one around you, reeks of blood. Too much even for my tastes. Reminds me of the battlefields I haunted when I first became what I am. Nothing but blood, guts, and rusting swords. So crude, so undignified"

"I receive your compliment is graciously, I have spent my life refining and perfect my foundations through Slaughter. And I see that the tales of your presence, were not over exaggerations or the hallucinations of weaklings" He says, slowly clapping his hands together, unusually calm and relaxed as he admires you like he's judging a pedigree show rather than being moments away from fighting a life or death duel with the strongest beneath the heavens "How magnificent it is. My aura, an ocean of blood and violence. Yours is a valley of bones and curses, alit by an unlucky moon. Similar, yet different. Mine is the act. Yours is the result. I wonder, is it the knife or the coffin that contains the misfortune of a random act of killing?"

"It is the heart of the killer, that you know well enough, Sword' You answer dully "I can show you after I tear yours out, but you don't have anything more to say about my auras, besides it being like standing before a valley filled with bones?"
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>>6478912

He smiles and spreads out his arms, eyes wet with tears of joy as more and more of his usual personality and character starts to seep out of the facade of serenity and amiability he'd put on.

"Oh I was just trying to hurry things along! If you wish me to shower you, madam bloodshed, in compliments. Allow me to! It is not a valley of bones, the others who have witnessed your unsealed and complete aura, or merely a glimpse of it and lived to describe it, lacked life experience! It is no graveyard or ruined battlefield promising doom and gloom! It is the den of a predator, that we call Death! The misfortune that hangs above all life, hangs from the sky like a hung corpse!" He, growing bore animated and excited with every word that leaves his mouth, waxes poetic about your august graveyard aura and the spiritual energy generated or contained within your body "It is a primordial hunting ground, but these blind and ignorant can only see the corpses and the bones, the threat of the death. They cannot taste the sweet rot in the air, the cooling warmth of spilled blood, or the promised thrill of the hunt! This graveyard, this battlefield, all just airs put on by those who deceive themselves from cradle to graves. Perhaps you cannot see it, the righteousness and virtue of your heart obscuring the truth of the matter. But my eyes, have been made clear through centuries of killing and a lifetime of murder"

He sweeps out his hand, in a drawing motion, before he bows, a look of ecstasy on his face, an uneven, lunatic grin

"It is pure resentment, a murderous grudge idealized and enshrined. Enmity, spite. A grievance against the world. A misfortune born through a wrong needing avenging. Yet, it could be so much more. It is pure, serene, and focused. It should be like my dao heart, blood stained and blood soaked, seething with murderous impulses. But it is...like the grave, tranquil, calm, until the winds blow and the ill omen is stirred. Then, the empty plot becomes, for a moment, the hunting ground it should be" He continues "And I, willingly step into your territory to hunt and be hunted, trusting your savagery and vengeful character to keep the promises we've made, beneath the very moon we're about to paint read"

"You sure like the sound of your own voice, don't you know a sword should stay silent and obedient in the hand that wields it? Sheathe yourself, Elder Sword" You taunt "Do you want me to write such a poem about your cultivation base, It is filthy, in a way even decaying corpses cannot be. Impure, in a manner which would shock even the lowest of devils. Degenerate, like a stagnant pound flooded with garbage and corpses. It isn't scary, nor is it intimidating. It is just a sign that all you are, is a Sword. There is no deeper meaning, no symbolism or cause. You're just a blade to be swung"
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>>6478913

"You've got sharp eyes to see my roots, but mine are far sharper, and I can see just how hollow your heart is, even before I tear it out and crush it in front of your eyes"

"You say one thing, then do the opposite" He cackles, shaking his head "We both see the truth of ourselves, and the world. You are an Avenger, I am Murderer. You are an Ill Omen. I am Slaughter Incarnate. You say I've lost and degenerated into a sword, I have just refined away all that is unnecessary, which weighs down this sword arm of mine. I ascended to become a sword. And what is the apotheosis you are reaching for? You are an enigma, a great puzzle. You wish to be a loving mother, a protector, yet your name itself revels in the act of killing"

"I'm a beast, you were a man. Now killing is as natural for you as it is for me. I do it for survival, you just do it because its all you're good god' You say, only now realizing that the stands have gone quiet "And weren't you going to hurry this along?"

"I want to relish every moment, once blades are drawn, it'll be over so quickly. One of us will become a stepping stone for the other, a bloody masterpiece and proof of strength and purpose" He says wistfully

"I'd tell you to make me a beautiful corpse, Elder Sword, but you should instead think of what your first move will be in hell. I will rip out that empty heart of yours, a sword doesn't need such a tether" You sneer and cackle at him as he grins

"I hope to surprise you, and should I fall, I shall happily tell all wretched souls who find me that I was cut down by a greater, more natural killer than myself. Come, let us see. Which is sharper. Vengeful Claws & Fangs heralding a unfortunate end or A sword honed through a thousand killings"

"A sword should remain silent!" You declare with a haughty laugh
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Fateful Encounter! "Elder Sword" of the Seven Slaughtering Swords.

Enemy Aura: Slaughter Incarnate. Effect: Everything has its rationality reduced, everything has its bloodthirst/ murderous impulses increased, everything grows stronger with bloodshed and killing. Effects of the Aura increase depending on the amount of bloodshed/ killing committed. Crit Fails reactivated. Counter effect from Huanliuxue's Aura: Ill Omen. Enemy Aura effectiveness reduced by half. Elder Sword is more likely to suffer sudden misfortune

https://youtu.be/w3bWR_aLlas
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Even before leaving for the battlefield, you know that that Elder Sword will relinquish the first strike to you. Why? You don't know. It might be cockiness, respect or just sheer insanity, but you're going to make it count no matter the reason for it.
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>>6478914

Your first attack of the round, Huanliuxue?

>Start slow and get a read on his movement and swordsmanship, using Ghost Empress Melody to hit him with a storm of cutting winds (Magic Trial. DC 130)

>Immediately use Enmity Incarnation: Devil of Grudges and channel Xiongji's grudge against...everything to try and catch Elder sword off guard (Martial Trial. DC 118)

>Since he gave up the initative, breathe out a sea of grudge clouds to weaken him and snipe him from within the cloud with Cosmic Qi Star Lasers (Magic Trial DC 104)

>Draw Moon Collapse and rush the old bastard! (Martial Trial 165)

>Write in option

>>6478895
Don't forget the shower! Never forget the shower. That's how they get you.

>>6478915
>>Since he gave up the initative, breathe out a sea of grudge clouds to weaken him and snipe him from within the cloud with Cosmic Qi Star Lasers (Magic Trial DC 104)
Breathe deep old blade, see just how much you like the hate you breed when living by the edge of a sword.

>>6478915
>Since he gave up the initative, breathe out a sea of grudge clouds to weaken him and snipe him from within the cloud with Cosmic Qi Star Lasers (Magic Trial DC 104)

>>6478895
These stairs will get you or someone you love one day, Grandfather. Don't leave that carpet loose, I'm serious.

>>6478915
>Start slow and get a read on his movement and swordsmanship, using Ghost Empress Melody to hit him with a storm of cutting winds (Magic Trial. DC 130)

>>6478915
>Seize the initiative. Dc 104

>>6478915
>Since he gave up the initative, breathe out a sea of grudge clouds to weaken him and snipe him from within the cloud with Cosmic Qi Star Lasers (Magic Trial DC 104)
Since Enmity Incarnation was brought up, how poorly do you think using Qiang's grudge in this fight would go?
Also I doubt anyone will complain and it there was some push to retrieve it last thread, but IIRC Moon Collapse should still be charging in that cave with the crystals and lunar frost.

>>6478915
Now I regret voting for ill omen as we could have chosen to bleed ourselves dry and wear our blood to choke his sword into it's own aura.

But he gave us the initiative so we should probably pull out of our ass the largest most powerful charged strike combo we can think of...
Or a dastardly trick!
He's gotten to the point that it's his sword that guides his arm right?
Anybody has some idea on how to turn that on him?
Maybe prepare a ritual to try to infect him with lunacy so when he goes into this trance he sees enemies that aren't there?
Or let him spill our blood then lit it on fire so it melts his sword's steel according to wuxing?

>>6478984
I want to pull out the carpet, but it had been tightened. No idea what made it slip and get loose again.

>>6479008
Ah yeah that's grandfathers mistake. Ignore the mentions of moon collapse! it is still being charged

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Ending the vote, tallying the result now. Sorry juniors, I meant to do this earlier, but needed to finish up the 7th and penultimate volume of LOTM. the last one has just 40 chapters, so I'll be reading that after the updates today. Also my new Teaware should arrive sooner than expected

Since he gave up the initative, breathe out a sea of grudge clouds to weaken him and snipe him from within the cloud with Cosmic Qi Star Lasers: 4

Start slow and get a read on his movement and swordsmanship, using Ghost Empress Melody to hit him with a storm of cutting winds: 1

So you'll expel a great cloud of grudge energy to weaken Elder Sword and hit im with Cosmic Qi tracers

Intermediate update will arrive shortly

Elder Sword remains completely composed and even polite as the two of you step through the tear in space into...well, Space, and walk to the Moon. No tricks. No Taunts. No provocations. Its like you sensed, he is giving you the initiative, for some reason known only to his mad sword maniac mind. Well, you aren't going to give up the advantage he's so willingly given to you. On the Moon, which had been left untouched by the last few matches, he calmly cups his fists, bows deeply and with hands resting on the pommels of his twin blades, Elder Sword relaxedly waltz to the other edge of the arena crater.

And besides slightly bending his legs and dipping his shoulders, his whole form and stance going loose and languid, he does nothing and just stares at you with eyes that sheen red with barely restrained killing intent. You stand opposite of him, and lay the enchanted Guqin, Ghost Empress Melody. The instrument is far from the level of Elder Sword's Twin Blades, having been made for you when you were only a beginner Qi Condensation Novice, but in your hands it could still be a valuable tool and effective weapon. But you didn't pluck its string, or use it like a bludgeon. You just left it to float in front of yourself as you held out your arms, took in a deep breath of Void, drew your hands back and lowered their palms, pressing them down as you breathed out. The space in front of you darkened, crackling with dark energy as you expelled a fine, misty cloud of grudge energy. You locked gazes with Elder Sword and opened up your mouth as you breathed out a boiling cloud of Grudge Miasma and Purified Resentment, filling the air with grudges and coating the whole of the arena with them. He merely tilted his head, flexing his muscles experimentally as he felt the enmity surrounding him begin to weigh, press and wear against him. But he still didn't act, he didn't consider it attack, only the preparation for one. And he was so relaxed

You couldn't predict the first move he'd make once you did strike. Your intuition might've well have been stripped away, leaving you blind and ignorant. You couldn't foresee his reaction. Which just proved that Elder Sword wasn't filled with hot air and gas when he challenged you openly and declared his intent to fight you to the bitter, bloody end. Excellent. You were going to enjoy shredding him like a paper screen!

Pinprick sized rainbow flashes of light illuminated that ink black cloud of Grudge Miasma as you cast and summoned a swarm of Star Seeking Shots, the cosmic Qi darts. Elder Sword twitched, his expression staid and frozen as his fingers snapped shut around the hilts of his swords.

And then, there was a red flash and a thunderclap.

Please roll 2d100. DC 104. Best out of 5

Rolled 17, 97 = 114 (2d100)

>>6479888

Rolled 76, 17 = 93 (2d100)

>>6479888

Rolled 8, 69 = 77 (2d100)

>>6479888

Rolled 12, 99 = 111 (2d100)

>>6479888
Bonk

Rolled 78, 2 = 80 (2d100)

>>6479888
Rollan

>>6479955
damn, oh well we passed anyway

>>6479901
Sorry juniors I took two hours to get back, I took a quick nap.

But by going exactly 10 past the DC.

This is a fair success!

Update will arrive shortly

>>6479965
oh, 5 and below isn't a critfail? does that only happen on 1s for now?

>>6479966
Elder Sword's Aura merely reactivated Crit Fails. Aodasheng's Aura raises increases the thresh hold for crit fails from 1, to 1 to 10 and reactivates them.

Cause Sword's Aura is all about mutually assured destruction. And reactivated Crit Fails on their end as well

And the bleeding red slash meets the rainbow sparks in the nightsky as you remain perfectly calm and composed within the churning sea of grudges, breathing out more and more Grudge Miasma and dredging up the boiling resentment from the store of it you keep locked away and sealed within your own body, forcing out the most potent Grudges you've gathered, cultivated and nurtured.

And as three of four Star Seeking Shots are split in half, cut via a physical sword or sword light that flashes from the edge of a blade briefly drawn, you understand that watching Elder Sword fight and fighting Elder Sword yourself are two very different experiences. Yet you cannot help but be thrilled, feeling adrenaline pumping through the rich blood of your powerful veins and killing intent pulse through your Primordial Beast Essence as you watch the man who gave up everything. His name, His Sanity, His Heart, everything common sense would say is treasured, be it the common sense of civilization or the common sense of beasts that you yourself trust and believe in.

He moves, half butcher and half beast in their natural element. A dragon in the sky, a tiger in the tunnel, a fish in the sea and a cat where a cat wants to be, as he weaves and slides across the pitted Lunar surface, eyes shut and body relaxed, swords swinging and swinging, hacking and cutting. But he isn't fully in the grasp of his blades, you can sense fluctuations and sense them in his heart beat. The stalls, the hurried pace. He hides it well, but he's being pressured by your assault and realized your grudges have weakened him and exposed flaws in his style that he had long thought cut down and buried.

A red smear appears in the air, his shoulder pierced and torn open, muscles and flesh underneath squirming like maggots as he slides across the ground, creating a bloody crescent behind him like he'd become a brush. His eyes part, and a flicker of the rawest, more pure murderous intent you've ever felt. True Sword intent that even that Lunatic Ogress couldn't harness emerges. And you grin

"You've become a true demon in mortal flesh! Sword!" You declare, eyes wild and grin stretched across your face, exposing fangs meant for tearing open veins and for catching mice as, through sheer excitement and amazement, you unconsciously chimerically transform your human teeth into feline fangs. And then, not giving Elder Sword a Chance to breath and recover, you flash handsign after Handsigns, filling the artificial night fog of your caged and released Grudges with all the Colors of the Cosmos.

And both your opponent's cold, remorseless murder seeking expression, and the look of battle high plastered on your face remain frozen as he starts dancing between the predatory hunting him. You laugh, clapping your hands together, eyes twinkling with trapped moonlight as Elder Sword Bows his head, and does what a sword is best at and cleaves and slashes through the Reverie of Resentment.
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>>6479973

He's trying to cover up the flaws exposed by the drain of Grudge Miasma by moving as fast as the murderous ideas in his head, and its impressive, the only other hits your sure hit, tracking bloodthirsty starlight manage to land as their deadly beams of light illuminate the fog of enmity are glancing, leaving only brief spurts of blood as Elder Sword rapidly closes the distance he allowed to form between the two of you.

But even a heart turned to unfeeling stone through endless, remorseless slaughter still beats. And no matter how hard he's beaten and wrought his mind and Dao heart into being nothing but Sword intent. Survival Instinct refuses to die. His natural instincts expose him. Through the irregular beats of his heart as he reacts and dodges or counters and cuts your spells as they home in and soar towards him. And his movements are slowed and held back by the Grudge Miasma soaking into and wrapping around him like chains.

What would've been an unavoidable, sure kill attack, becomes easily counter and caught. Sparks fly from your claw cut, carmine painted nails as you catch the edge of the blade suddenly flashing in front of your face, nearly get caught off guard by the follow up of its brother, release the first edge and avoid the other by retreating back a step. Your eyes flash and catch a sight of Elder Sword's, and see that he looks like an Opium Addict, staid and composed expression finally cracked to reveal a look of disgusting ecstasy. Like he was a man your mother got her hands on rather than one who had willingly tossed himself into your jaws! Gross~

You retreat another step, the third blow of his sword and the sword light that he throws in front of it, reflecting off of the strings of Ghost Empress Melody as you drag the ghostly tethers tying it to you and swing it up. A deep ravine is slashed through the moon and the edge of the crater. And the lights blanketing the vastness of space behind it, vanish. Your eyes widen. And he steps forward

The fourth slash. He thinks this one will land. Every move you predict him making is the same. Close in, cut you from collar to navel, as if you weren't wearing armor but were standing in front of him nude and unguarded.

The Sheer audacity! The Disrespect! Doesn't he know the Bad Luck, Death Number is your Lucky Number! Snarling, rather than retreating you step forward and move to intercept his attack, ignoring the blood dripping from the two fingers you'd used to block and catch the first swing of his sword.
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>>6479974

And how do you try to defend/ counter against Elder Sword's Deadly fourth swing?

>By taking advantage of your natural advantages as a beast, switching forms mid charge and trying to batter him around like the arrogant mouse that he is! (Martial+ Strength Trial. First DC 123)

>Using your feline martial arts, twist his arm and steal the blade in his hand and use what you've learned from watching Qiang! (Martial+ Finesse Trial. First DC 150)

>Coat your body in dying grudge shields and catch the blade your collar bone and grab onto Elder Sword so his he takes the full retaliation of your attack (Reaction+ Fortitude Trial. First DC 135)

>Release the original specter lightness skill and the true specter lightness skill to throw him off, and then hit him with Wild Beast Disorder (Reaction + Martial Trial. First DC 111)

>Write in

Elder Sword's game plan has been complicated by underestimating the Debuff of Huan's Grudge Breath and expecting her to be less rational already

>>6479976
>Release the original specter lightness skill and the true specter lightness skill to throw him off, and then hit him with Wild Beast Disorder (Reaction + Martial Trial. First DC 111)
Stack those debuffs, thrown him off even more

>>6479976
Man's usual MO is to tear at eachother like deranged and thoughtless animals.
The sword maniac trusts his skill above all in this handling. Engaging with the wild beast disorder isn't very likely to do much to his actual style.
So I propose in counter

>Transform body into hellfire and step into him, Allow the flames to coat and burn him utterly.
>Once we step past him, Leave a Binding Rotting curse painted onto his back and start playing a drinking game of poison.

Rotten oath doesn't need an arrow, it can be planted by talisman, spite or caligraphy.

>>6479976
>By taking advantage of your natural advantages as a beast, switching forms mid charge and trying to batter him around like the arrogant mouse that he is! (Martial+ Strength Trial. First DC 123)

>>6480024
I think that wild beast might actually disrupt him if it enhances his buried non-sword instincts, can't eliminate the billion years legacy of evolution through a few centuries of learned martial arts after all I'd bet.

But your idea includes fire so I'll support it.
>>6479976

>>6479976
>Release the original specter lightness skill and the true specter lightness skill to throw him off, and then hit him with Wild Beast Disorder (Reaction + Martial Trial. First DC 111)

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

Ending the vote, tallying the result now. Grandfather is a bit hungover from last night's festivities, hopefully it will not affect the quality of the updates today. It did however make Grandfather dream they were a cat.

Release the original specter lightness skill and the true specter lightness skill to throw him off, and then hit him with Wild Beast Disorder : 2

Transform body into hellfire and step into him, Allow the flames to coat and burn him utterly + Once we step past him, Leave a Binding Rotting curse painted onto his back and start playing a drinking game of poison.: 2

By taking advantage of your natural advantages as a beast, switching forms mid charge and trying to batter him around like the arrogant mouse that he is!: 1

And the tie I'd been trying to avoid remains in place. I'll shatter it with a coin flip, real quick

1= Wild Beast Disorder

2= Rotten Oath write in

>>6480976
The tricksy write in to transform into hellfire and step through Eler Sword and smack him with Rotten oath to turn this fight into a game of drinking poison wins it

DC will be revealed in the first update, which will arrive shortly

OH! And I finally finished lord of mysteries just before Halloween. Kinda tempted to run a quest set in it, sometime in the future.

Instinctively, reactively, your hands and body move, following the movements of one of the many counter and defensive sequences of your ghostly feline martial arts before, like a bolt of lightning, a different and more cunning, calculated idea pops into your head. Like a flash of enlightenment, you realize that Elder Sword is a predator. Much like yourself, and a crafty old piece of shit. And he must've been keeping a close eye on you. Even before the tournament considering how weirdly fond the Seven Slaughtering Swords are of you, and how disappointed they are you aren't a murderous lunatic like they are, despite your fur and hair being dyed red from the blood of victims and villains.

Which means, he knows your soft style of martial arts, far beyond the few moves of it you used to deflect and redirect his first three strikes. He is a martial master, and probably has seen just as far as you have ahead, if not one or two steps or moves behind your own fighting precognition. He is trying to bait you into using a familiar technique, adopting a noticeable stance. He is expecting you to fight like Huanliuxue is known to. Unfortunately for him, despite being leagues ahead of most of your so called peers simply due to his barbaric, crude and bloodthirsty cultivation and practice methods, he has made a fatal error that the other so called Strongest of the Era have made.

He underestimated the great Huanliuxue! Particularly how quickly you can grow and learn when you put your mind and maximum effort to it! You don't drop your stance or change your movements, but mentally you completely redraw your battle plans and run through the ever growing list of techniques and tricks you've grasped and mastered and grab hold of two.

One, combining your ability to transmute your body into blood and blood into fire, along with your recent attainment of the ability to command Hellfire, to perform an untested, unknown transformation technique to turn into a living elemental of the Underworld's own flames, using that to scorch the sinful swordmaster as you rush past him.

And two, using the opening burning in hellfire will surely create, to smack him on the back with the Rotten Oath (腐烂 誓言, Fǔlàn Shìyán) Style's namesake curse! The dreadful Rotten Oath itself! His aura manifests mutual destruction, so you're going to play chicken with him and force Elder Sword to drink poison with you as you tie your red strings of fate together so tightly they can't even be cut by his swords or torn by your beastial strength!

Time to see if Bloodloss or Decay Kills quicker!

Trickery + Magic: Curse Trial. DC reduced due to the element of suprise. First DC 84. Best out of five
Please roll 2d100. DC 84. Best out of five!

https://youtu.be/2nCTPgrbQtY

Rolled 80, 33 = 113 (2d100)

>>6480981
Alright, gambling on your write-in baring fruit

Rolled 4, 2 = 6 (2d100)

>>6480981

Rolled 14, 60 = 74 (2d100)

>>6480981
Happy ahlloween

>>6480993
Ha! Holy hell that was almost bad.

Rolled 37, 93 = 130 (2d100)

>>6480981
We're real good at chicke-
>>6480993
aaaaaaaaaaaaa

>>6480982
>>6480993
You two can roll again.

And always support a good write in economy!

Rolled 62, 45 = 107 (2d100)

>>6480981
Rolling again

>>6481003
Strong success! 40 over DC!

update will arrive shortly

Exhaling. You put your new found plan of attack into motion. First step, instantly melting the muscles beneath your skin into pure blood, followed by altering it with a chimeric transformation to turn it into the blood of a Crow Demoness. Second step, having transformed your body beneath the skin into a standing puddle of blood, igniting it with the Hellfire of a Sin Eater and Stillborn Nursemaid! It happens in a flash, like a spark struck on an anvil's edge. A flicker of white and black wings made of fire, explode out of your back before your whole body transforms into a standing figure out the black and white netherworld flames. HELLFIRE TRANSFORMATION! Elder Sword's intoxicated, lewd looking eyes sober up immediately in shock as you step forward, thrusting your arms forward as you repeat a motion you've grown greatly accustomed to.

Sweeping through his body like a possessing ghost, you pass through, passing him by as a surge of sin devouring flames forces its way through the center of his stomach, right above his navel. His expression turns from a reveler's drunken grin into a grimace of a tortured soul, black veins spidering across the whites of his eyes as his veins bulge, pop and burst. He doesn't let out an agonized, tragic scream or even a grunt of discomfort, and just tenses his muscles and stiffens his body as your body of pure hellfire shoots through his body like a bolt of divine retribution sent from the ground rather than shot out from the heavens. Black and white tongues of flames dance and snap against him, clinging stubbornly as he tries to quench them with his spiritual pressure, focusing on extinguishing himself as he holds his sword aloft and over his head.

Blood boils out from the edges of his eyes, spills out from his ears, and pours comically from his nostrils as his chest heaves and a thin trail of blood smears on his lips, reddening his teeth as he tries to expel you flame body from his own, forcing it out through a internal whirlwind of sword light slashes. But by time he responds, you've already stepped past him, and have slapped a palm of hellfire upon his back.

And dragging your fingers of flame across his bare back like a calligraphers brush, you draw the deadly curse of the Rotten Oath and hiss out the chant of a spell

"From dust we rise, to dust we return. Hand in hand, we dance the corpse's waltz. Fates intertwined, until death do we part, lets both become as rotting corpses and decay beautifully together ~" Your hiss turns into a gurgling purr halfway through as you feel a reverberation, like a wave of sound striking at your core. The burning Elder Sword shudders, no doubt feeling it to as the Rotten Oath buries its root into both of your cores.

Hopping away, his sword flashes and cuts through a trail of Hellfire you left behind, the skin of his shoulders and face darkening to char and peeling away and turning ethereal. But then he sees the state of his hands.
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>>6481013

Two lovely blooms of rot have spread across the backs of his hands, bloating the flesh and turning it ivory green. You grin, body solidify as the Hellfire making it up condenses and transforms back into flesh and blood. You hold up your own hands, proudly showing off the discoloration of rotting flesh spreading down the tips of your fingers, ringing pus white around your red painted nails that are already becoming loose. Elder Sword's expression, is not one of a battle maniac's ecstasy or a sinner's agony, nor is it a look of serene emptiness of thought and feeling. It is a stricken, terrified look of a plague victim seeing their own reflection, his hands trembling as flames continue to sizzle his skin and cook the meat beneath, while a fast spreading bloom of rot darkens the back of his paling hands.

His eyes rise up, watery and meet yours and a look of realization flashes as a ghostly red rope wraps around both of your necks and tightens like a noose, cutting and biting into skin that is already starting to turn spongy and fragile.

"We're bound together, bound to putrefy and bloat together, to rot together and become one stinking pile of meat" You sneer, as he composes himself, breathing in, abandoning his attempt to shake off the punishing hellfire and wraps his hands with a lash of cloth that looks like a lashing, whip of a tongue dried into jerky

He doesn't respond, not even mouthing words, and as you admire the rapid progression of your finger's decay, Elder Sword realizes he only way to survive the Curse tying the two of you together is to "Cheat" the "Poison Drinking game" by killing you as quickly as he can. Face enshrouded and hidden behind hellfire, giving a ghastly, demonic visage, he adjust his grip, pulls his sword low and to his hip for a rapid thrusting stance and flies at you, lunging as his blade blurs to become a vague point of flashing steel.

Agility + Haste trial. DC 95. DC sharply lowered due to effects of Grudge Cloud, Hellfire and Curse: Rotten oath
Please roll 2d10. DC 95. Best out of five

Also Hellfire transformation only took as many steps/ is so complex this time, cause its the first time Huan is using it in combat, so she basically used some training wheels to get a hang of the experience.

Future uses she can just turn into hellfire as readily as she turns into blood or switches/ hybridizes her forms

>>6481014
And realized I put down 2d10 instead of the correct 2d100. My bad, its just a typo

Rolled 9, 13 = 22 (2d100)

>>6481014
>Elder Sword's intoxicated, lewd looking eyes
Sobered up real quick once the freak shit started happening

Rolled 39, 65 = 104 (2d100)

>>6481014

Rolled 4, 43 = 47 (2d100)

>>6481040
Tolling twice due to an hour from update.

And as an aside, Old boy really isn't fond of mutual destruction when it isn't cutting, is he. He he he!

Rolled 47, 69 = 116 (2d100)

>>6481014
The curse write-in was genius. This maniac wouldn't even mind being killed by us, but we _aren't letting him enjoy the fight_. Diabolical.

Rolled 3, 1 = 4 (2d100)

>>6481014

>>6481044
Oh no!

Oh crap

>>6481043
Good success! 20 over DC

However

>>6481044
It comes with a crit fail! As if you recall Huan's fight with Ao, it isn't a "complete" Crit fail, due to the success. But it is going to make things a bit more interesting

You grin, lips cracking and tearing at the corners as you bow deeply and flash, avoiding the lightning splitting cut as you use a variation of Phantom Cat Waltz to swap places with a spurt of Hellfire that shed off of the flickering shape of the burning, decaying Elder Sword, taking on the posture and airs of a dancing noble as he pivoted on his heel and swung his sword, lacking all the finese of his earlier hundred fold thrust that you'd avoided with your quick hellfire substitution, his style reduced to that of a butcher. But what masterful butchery it is. Still smiling a rictus grin, your finger nails drooping and hanging by the tips of your already black fingers you bow and pirouette, spinning alongside the edge of the slash. Elder Sword's eyes track you and his hips twist and he stops mid swing to redirect and aim to cleave you with one sword at the hips and chop off on of your shoulder. Contorting your body, your feline flexibility that'd put any human cultivator to shame further augmented and exaggerated due to the slacking of the sinew and ligaments holding your bones together as the Rotten Oath spreads deeper, you sway and lean between the attacks, half courtly dance and playful kitten's roll.

You aren't concerned about the effects Rotten Oath is having on your body, as you'd imagined similar sights countless times while day dreaming, but also more importantly, because as the master of ghost cultivation, a source of Pure Blood Qi, technically a type of Jiangshi, and proud owner of both the Supreme Yin and Eclipsed Yang Physiques, with Ghostly Qi dying a portion of your transient Spiritual roots, the only things more resistance to earthly corrosion and decay are probably the likes of King Yama and the other big shots of hell! Even a god probably isn't as resistant to rotting as you are, Heh-Heh-Heh. The flesh is already sloughing off and growing loose on Elder Swords arm and eating away at his cheeks where the flames have yet to burn through! Meanwhile, your fingers are only starting to putrefy and turn black, and came with a bit of limpness.

Sneering, you continue dancing around Elder Sword as he chops and slashes, the rotting of his muscles, the pyre of his own life time of murderous deeds and the seething resentment blazing from within the grudge cloud all burdening him and weighing down on him like a dozen dragon restraining chains! He just can't keep....

*SCHWING*

up? You stare down, as Elder Sword, whose back your back had been facing as you hopped with a cute flourish, is suddenly in front of you, black pus bubbling in his partially cooked eyes. And you realize that he figured out how to catch a cat by their tail, when they were zooming around him faster than he could swing.

He left a sword in the air and then using a trick similar to star shooter's arrow teleportation, appeared at the point to grasp its grip and thrust it forward the moment you got out of his cone of vision.

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>>6481061

And stabbed you directly into the chest, between your perfect breasts and under your rib cage. Blotches of rot spread across your chest as his hands drips with grey skin and meat moving like melted wax. Your survival instincts scream and you flicker away, blinking back four paces with the Phantom Cat Step" [幽灵猫步, Yōulíngmāobù] before the tip of his shorter blade can reach your heart. Retreating, not because you're a carmine mystic, but because any living creature would die if their heart is destroyed...well, except for people like Ping who alchemically treated their hearts!

But as you blink and escape from the brush with death you realize the mistep. He wasn't aiming for a kill. He was aiming to buy time and level the field. In the realm of decay, you can flourish better than a maggot or grave worm. But in the realm of blood shed, a rusted, well worn sword is king!

And sure enough, using a technique that reminds you of corrupted Carmine Mysticism, the decay along Elder Sword's arm reverses as the river of blood he extracted from your chest as you tore his blade out with the Phantom Cat Step retreat, rushes and coats his arm. It doesn't halt it, but it bought him time and if you understand the foundation of his technique correctly, he's just given himself a steroid ripped directly out of your chest.

Sinking our teeth into the back of your knuckle, you suck out a mouthful of putrid, sour blood as he spreads out his arms, gloating. You'd successfully dodge all the attacks he'd intend to injure, cripple or kill you, but ran directly into the one solely intend to benefit himself! Crafty fuck...Wait

With teeth still tightly clamped on the back of your knuckle, your clenched your other fist. Nerves were starting to go a bit numb, even a peerless master of ghost cultivation like yourself, who could resist the onset of rot better than anything between heaven and earth, under it, or beyond it would feel the effects of Rotten Oath quickly, but you could feel that your muscles were stronger, like you'd used the Blood Torrent Rush or bit into a spirit steroid or cultivation drug.

Huh? What was that about? You didn't have time to think, because rapidly rotting and rapidly healing Elder Sword rushed at you, both swords swinging. One aimed at your neck and the other at your waist. Snarling you slid both blows away, one with the strings of ghost empress melody, thankfully managing to avoid breaking any of them despite the sword being far higher level than the Guqin and the other brushing over your wrist as you ducked to the side.

And found yourself throwing yourself at Elder Sword in a blind rage before you could think of your next move.
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>>6481062

And how are you trying to attack Elder Sword, as he tries to cut off your head, Huanliuxue?

>Get your blood back forcefully! You don't have any aversion to biting into rotten meat! (Strength Trial. First DC 120)

>Pay him back for stabbing you in the chest, by using one of the Violent Crow Dance's strikes to put a hole in his! (Martial+ Haste trial. First DC 133)

>Draw more curses on his skin, unleash more of the Rotten Oath's repertoire of curses on him! (Magic: Curses Trial. First DC 108)

>Wait. This is a Poison Drinking Game! You can outlast him, even if he heals himself with every drop of blood he stole! Why are you charging in so recklessly (Self Control Trial. DC 98)

>Write in option


The crit fail outcome was Elder Sword Healing themselves and spilling blood, without landing a decisive strike on Huan, due to the success, though she still took damage cause well...She got stabbed in the chest for that blood to be spilt! But due to Sword's aura, both he and Huan got buffed by it at the cost of rationality.

>>6481063
>
Weeping Scar Curse (哭泣疤痕魔咒, Kūqìbāhénmózhòu). A grudge curse which opens up old wounds on a target, even those scarred over.

>>6481063
>Wait. This is a Poison Drinking Game! You can outlast him, even if he heals himself with every drop of blood he stole! Why are you charging in so recklessly (Self Control Trial. DC 98)

>>6481063
I wonder if we can flick our fingernails which have been steadily getting closer to falling off at one of his eyes. Not to make him flinch or blink, which I am sure he won't since he is such a master of life or death combat. Instead to just put an obstruction in front of him he can't see through for a split second. Which should bait him into thinking an attack is coming from that side and predispose him to defending or counterattacking from that side just so we can do the opposite and attack from where he can still see in that briefest of shifts of his attention.

Dang ol triple layered deception. Just because our nails keep getting mentioned and it'd be a shame not to show him how pretty they are since Sword isn't even paying attention to them like an absolute churl.

>>6481063
Hmm.

Part of me wants to bust out the weeping scar curse, and then swap aura to blood so that he can't heal, while boosting our own powers as it scales on bloodshed.

But that is playing into his hands, and would be destroying our rationality for the same part.

So
>Wait. You can outlast him.

>>6481063
>Draw more curses on his skin, unleash more of the Rotten Oath's repertoire of curses on him! (Magic: Curses Trial. First DC 108)
Don't fall for the trap of letting him take the initiative. He is strongest when he's on the offense, and attempting to stall him out is only a small step away from putting him fully in his element.

>>6481069
His aura gets stronger from bloodshed though, so I would rather not. Despite how damaging it will likely be I would avoid giving him another power up...
Rather we could spit some centipede poison after flicking a severed nail at him like >>6481080
Said.
But I think it would still require us to regain our senses?

>>6481063
>Wait. This is a Poison Drinking Game! You can outlast him, even if he heals himself with every drop of blood he stole! Why are you charging in so recklessly (Self Control Trial. DC 98)
+flick a nail or two at him then spit poison in his face.

>>6481063
>Wait. This is a Poison Drinking Game! You can outlast him, even if he heals himself with every drop of blood he stole! Why are you charging in so recklessly (Self Control Trial. DC 98)
Also supporting the fingernail flick idea

Meant to continue today, but I got a really bad cough out of nowhere, so unfortunately grandfather can't keep that schedule atm. On the plus side, new teaware arrived today!

>>6482363
You got ghosts in your lungs, inhale some holy water and burn some incense in a closet.

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Ending the vote, tallying its result now. Feeling a bit better today, so I am going to make up for my tardiness

Use the Weeping Scar curse: 1

Draw more curses on his skin, unleash more of the Rotten Oath's repertoire of curses on him:1

Flick a nail into elder sword's eye: 3

Wait. This is a Poison Drinking Game! You can outlast him, even if he heals himself with every drop of blood he stole! Why are you charging in so recklessly: 4

So you'll try to rein yourself in and keep up the "poison drinking game" and flick a fingernail into elder sword's eye

Update will arrive shortly

And immediately sensed something was wrong, the list of possible reasons unfurling like a scroll through your thoughts, which you only now realized were muddled and foggy, clogged up with murderous impulses and violent desires, like you'd suddenly been turned rabid. It was an external influence, no doubt Elder Sword's doing, but you couldn't figure out immediately what he had done to turn you into a bloodthirsty berserker so subtly and covertly, so sneakily that the genius you only realized when you were lunging to tear his throat out like he was a mouse or you'd given into the instincts of degenerate Carmine Mystic. Wasn't poison, couldn't be poison. It'd be anathema to his Dao and Dao Heart to rely on anything but his swords and his skill with them. Not a physical toxin. But a spiritual sickness. Blood!

That was the answer! Blood carried joy, and it carried sorrow. Hence it could also transmit anger, and spread mental illness. Elder Sword had a strong Blood Affinity, but his techniques and cultivation were built on the impure blood Qi that gave Blood Qi a bad reputation! The flawed concept of blood, as a herald of death rather than embodiment of life. That made sense, even to your foggy headed self! He was influencing blood, and had just shed quite a bit of yours. That's must been when it started, when he stabbed you in the chest. He lulled you in with a flash of anger and instinct and sent you wading into the bloody sea he'd turned his whole life and entire existence towards fulfilling! What a nasty trick! It didn't betray his swordsmanship, but it ensured his opponent wouldn't be at the top of their game and would act without their usual level of rationality and logic.

He might as well be smothering them in his sleep! You forcefully stall your heart, reducing the flow of your blood as the thought sends a flash of anger and nearly sends you spiraling into an undignified rampage.

All of this happened in an instant, and your eyes met Elder Sword's, as you slowed your thoughts to a crawl with your heart beat, performing a rapid "Graveside meditation" by plunging your life signs so low as to resemble a corpse, just as you did while cultivating in your Ghost Courtyard!

Please roll 2d100. DC increased by additional action. New DC 103. Best out of five

Rolled 43, 97 = 140 (2d100)

>>6482552

>>6482552

Rolled 38, 77 = 115 (2d100)

>>6482552
Big ouchie coming right up

Rolled 15, 74 = 89 (2d100)

>>6482552
I managed to forget the dice, oh the dishonor

Rolled 23, 47 = 70 (2d100)

>>6482552

Rolled 95, 77 = 172 (2d100)

>>6482552
Double duce

>>6482577
Fantastic Success!
60 Over DC and a mere whisker's breadth away from seventy over!

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Your calmness spreads out like incense smoke spilling past the open doors of a shrine, or the miasma pouring from an unearthed grave, pulling and tugging like the tides as your eyes glaze over and become limpid, even the star light dimming as you forcefully flush out the heady liquor of violent thought and blood lust and replace it with cold, composed serenity. Elder Sword's eyes widen slightly, expression subtly twitching as you remain a step outside of his planned thrust, the counter to a pounce that never came. Pressing your thumb against the plum hued flesh of your rotting fingers, you squeeze down, pull back and rip, tearing skin and pulling off the finger nail, red lacquer corroding and flaking away as you line it up and flick it.

Elder Sword moves to counter it with his other blade, and his jaw drops into a silent scream as the rotting nail pierces his oozing, half rotten and half broiled eyes, squelching into it like you'd poked your finger into a slice of pork fat. And then elder sword's expression distorts, his back bends and his skin splits, taboo mantras appearing as if branded on his skin as his muscles bulge and his white teeth lengthen into fangs. And you hear, through the all consuming silence of the void, thump loudly like the clap of thunder. While you'd stayed composed and got a grip over your emotional state, Elder Sword had completely thrown himself off the cliffside into snarling, foaming mouth madness and activated one of his many, truly demonic techniques. Interestingly, the eye stuck with your nail dripping with oil black impurity and yellowish push hadn't begun to heal or mend despite your incredibly spiritual potent blood still swirling around him.

However, a rabid animal was easier to predict than humans thought! How could they think they were unpredictable? Every beast knew that a rabid wretch would lash out and act strangely, so one could always expect them to be a danger. And with his head swimming with thoughts of chopping you up and repaying you for the eye you blinded with a nail, Elder Sword was as predictable as rain falling when the sky clouded. The side of his face where the nail was embedded began to slough and droop, as the red string round both your necks tightened painfully

Reaction + Martial Trial. DC vastly reduced to opponent's poor mental state, rotting body and grudge cloud effects. DC 88. Please roll 2d100. Best out of five

Rolled 36, 99 = 135 (2d100)

>>6482588
PRESENTATION

Rolled 31, 50 = 81 (2d100)

>>6482588

>>6482559
>>6482558
>>6482554
You know gents, I don't think Elder sword is enjoying the fight he kept pleading for.

He's only got one cut thus far.

>>6482596
That's the point

>>6482597
Or rather, the lack of one.

Hue hue hue.
Rolling again in 20 minutes.

Rolled 4, 38 = 42 (2d100)

>>6482588
Got bored.

Rolled 95, 26 = 121 (2d100)

>>6482588
We keep getting near crits,

>>6482610
Just need one more roll

Rolled 85, 94 = 179 (2d100)

>>6482588

>>6482626
Peerless Success!

90 over DC !

Update will arrive shortly

>>6482596
>"Surely this Cat called Happy Bloodshed will want to shred me like a rug. It'll be the perfect battle and thrill"
>The nefarious Huanliuxue who'd rather play "Rotting Chicken" than indulge the whims of a sword maniac

Elder Sword's strength is also his weakness. He produces so much killing intent that it can cow and terrify or even outright kill most orthodox cultivators unlucky enough to cross blades with him, but the problem with a pot that is boiling over, is that it is very easy to tell when it is about to spill forth. With flesh tightening and skin clearing, he steps forward, a flicker of speed, moving so quickly that he produces a thunderclap in the vacuum of space despite having to constantly absorb and expel blood to keep himself from crumbling into a pile of stinking meat and moldering bones, despite the countless grudges wrapping around him like hungry vipers, he is still moving as quick as a gleam on the edge of a blade.

But you're faster. He is boosting and using every forbidden and taboo means to keep at his baseline. You, who is experienced and acclimated to rot and deathly energies suffusing your body, can easily push past their limits with techniques like the Blood Torrent Rush or Wild Beast Steroid. So, as he flashes, leaving behind after images and a screaming red river cut through the very black fabric of the sea of stars over the nine heavens, you simply step to the side, faster than even divine sight can track, moving seamlessly through the cold void of space as it is a natural environment to you, rather than an alien one that one must struggle and fight against. Elder Sword, whites of his eyes turned red and pupils thin to a jagged, serrated blade edge, crawl over to you as he tracks your movement, lagging behind as you reach out as gingerly as if you were going to pluck a cotton flower.

And with a flick of your wrist, twist the momentum of his slash that he'd been aiming at your stomach. A cleaving disemboweling strike, backed up and empowered by killing intent fueled sword light and all of the raw and demonic strength Elder Sword could muster. And with the arm attached to the blade currently going through a cycle of rot and renewl, the bone twists out at the joint of his shoulder and the skin and flesh beneath tear and pulp like they were a rotten fruit.

He goes head over heels, launching across the crater as you reach out with your other hand and catch his severed arm by the wrist. It continues to flail and slash as you, ever so delicately, snap off the fingers holding onto the sword and grab onto it. Shivering head to toe, your eyes pop as you feel a surge of what can only be described as a bloodthirst that could drown the world. But you suppress it with a ghostly breath, sealing the rising blood tide with the deathly yin Qi of your Aura.

Smirking, you turn to Elder Sword, tapping the tip of his smaller blade playfully as he skids on his hands and knees, face dropping as the bone is outlined beneath, revealing the grinning skull beneath his scowling face.
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>>6482638

"Thinking about ripping out your heart?" You taunt, as you use the cursed blade that is shaking in your hand to clean your nails, plucking out and scrapping off rotten flesh and clotted blood like you were just cutting and filing them down "Rebooting? Think you can be born faster than I can catch it?"

He says nothing and rises, shaking his arm as a bundle of silver slashes of light appears, like cuts on glass, taking the vague shape of a monstrous, spiked arm formed out of pure sword light. Then, with all the casualness of walking to pluck a peach, he starts approaching you, flesh squirming and tearing at the seams. It wasn't like you were facing the same, rampaging sword monster from before. Something had switched when you grabbed hold of the sword.

He didn't regain his rationality. It was the opposite. This was a kind of madness more terrifying than rabies or an ordinary Sword Mania!

How do you respond, Huanliuxue?

>Turn around and run away, keeping up the poison drinking game and swinging the sword around to get Sword sword man (Haste/ Dexterity trial. First DC 95)

>March towards him and try to snap the blade in your hand to completely crush his mental state (Strength Trial. First DC 160)

>Throw the sword at him, aiming for his heart (Precision + Martial Trial. First DC 143)

>Stab the blade in the ground, and draw out the grudges soaked into it to form a specialized weapon, made specially to kill Elder Sword (Magic/ Grudge mastery trial. First DC 111)

>Write in

>>6482640
>Stab the blade in the ground, and draw out the grudges soaked into it to form a specialized weapon, made specially to kill Elder Sword (Magic/ Grudge mastery trial. First DC 111)
If nothing else, I think he would appreciate a sword existing explicitly to kill him.

>>6482640
>"You're not very good at this. When someone is beating you soundly, you are meant to change the rules."
I just want to mock him.

>Continue to run away. Dc 95

When he cuts his heart out, We can swap to our Carmine ancestor aura. The one that forbids healing.
How are you gonna manage without a heart you dumb bastard?

>>6482640
>Stab the blade in the ground, and draw out the grudges soaked into it to form a specialized weapon, made specially to kill Elder Sword (Magic/ Grudge mastery trial. First DC 111)

>>6482640
>>Stab the blade in the ground, and draw out the grudges soaked into it to form a specialized weapon, made specially to kill Elder Sword (Magic/ Grudge mastery trial. First DC 111)
You wanted a sword, we'll give you a sword. The best sword made specifically for you. But damn, he BIG BIG mad we took his toy away. I get it though, stealing items elicits a truly primal hatred.

>>6482596
>>6482630
>Finally a worthy opponent, our battle will be le- ARE YOU EMOTING RIGHT NOW!?

>>6482640
>Stab the blade in the ground, and draw out the grudges soaked into it to form a specialized weapon, made specially to kill Elder Sword (Magic/ Grudge mastery trial. First DC 111)

>>6482640
>Stab the blade in the ground, and draw out the grudges soaked into it to form a specialized weapon, made specially to kill Elder Sword (Magic/ Grudge mastery trial. First DC 111)
If I were to think up a weapon that can overcome a bloody mad sword I would make a sheath that he cannot fight the pull of. Never to be drawn again once inside. (Also a pretty lewd analogy)

>>6482725
very much like this idea

>>6482725
A cursed sheath that never releases a sword is honestly a wild and unusual idea. I never would have imagined that. Pretty fuckin neato really.

>>6482640
>Stab the blade in the ground, and draw out the grudges soaked into it to form a specialized weapon, made specially to kill Elder Sword (Magic/ Grudge mastery trial. First DC 111)

>>6482640

>>6482920
forgot the vote like an idiot
>Stab the blade in the ground, and draw out the grudges soaked into it to form a specialized weapon, made specially to kill Elder Sword (Magic/ Grudge mastery trial. First DC 111)
plus the sheath idea from >>6482725

>>6482640
Seconding >>6482922. Making a cursed sheath sounds like a great idea.

>>6482725
Supporting

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Forgive me juniors, I meant to end and tally the vote yesterday, but until now, Grandfather has been without internet. I will try to end and tally the vote soon, maybe a few hours, but right now I need to rest my eyes a little bit. Since I'm suffering a bit of eye strain from reading too much while waiting for the internet to revive

>>6483686
The curse has been busy with you

gonna get the counting out the way out the way for the sake of gramp's eyes
>Turn around and run away:1
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>Stab the blade into the ground and from a weapon from the grudges soaked into it:9
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>>Make a cursed sheath 6
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Overwhelming majority for making a weapon to surpass Elder Sword, and most of them going into specifics with a cursed sheath. if it works out Sword's downfall continues to be tragic (for him)

>>6483766
It is a tragedy for a man to build up so much aura for another to harvest it.
Second only to the tragedy that one thought they could equal the Great Huanlieuxe

>>6483766
Thank you junior, your contribution is appreciated

So you'll attempt to siphon off the grudges in one of Elder Sword's blades to turn them into a sheathe specifically made to kill elder sword

Update will arrive shortly, sorry for my tardiness, eyes didn't stop hurting until I fell asleep.

But you enjoyed the company of ghosts and spirits who had long ago lost their minds. So you greet this new, even madder Elder Sword with a smile as you flipped around the blade you'd ripped from his hand, literally, and position it above the ground as he continues marching forward, posture relaxed except for the constantly redrawn arm woven together from sword light that replaced the one you twisted out of its socket.

His eyes never leave yours as you slowly pressed the sword down until its tip touches the layer of moondust in the crater. Then is like he's been struck by lightning and might spit up blood, the moment the dirt meets the steel. And veins pop across his arm and face and chest as his brow splits to reveal nubs of horns as he gnashes his teeth, a torrent of killing intent spilling out of him like a burst damn as you, elegantly and ceremonial place your palm flat over the pommel of the sword. And flash a playful smirk, tilting your head as you slap your hand down hard on he blade and clench it into a fist.

Elder Sword's shoulders dip down, as smoke blacker than any grudge you've consumed bleeds and drips out of the edge of the blade stuck in the dirt, peeling away from it and beading as it begins to float upwards. The wrap around its grip soaks through as arcs of pure resentment reshaped into lightning spill out and a vortex of enmity gathers in a pearl floating above the pommel. Every grudge left behind by those cut down by the sword awaken and gather together, like poison and toxin in a gu ritual or a flock of crows over a battlefield. It condenses and the trickle turns into a roaring river as a great whirlpool of the dying grudges and the curses of the slain mingle together, fusing and melding together as your ears ring with the illusory pleas and final words of every man, woman and child that Elder Sword had cut down with this blade to refine it, his technique and himself.

Perhaps this is what it feels like to be a god, hearing the cries and prayers of their worshippers, but the cries of the sword's victims resonate deeply with your own heart, as you recognize the grief, the terror and the hatred carried in each one. And through the chants of dying declarations and tragic cries, it is the younger, innocent voices that cut through the clamor and cause the combined grudges to recognize you as one of their own, gathering and flocking around you as you begin to materialize and condense the well aged grudge miasma together

To forge a weapon made solely to kill Elder Sword. Specifically a sheathe, for how else can a blade be tamed?

Please roll 2d100. DC 111. Best out of five

Rolled 79, 91 = 170 (2d100)

>>6483854
to defeat a sword

Rolled 41, 100 = 141 (2d100)

>>6483854

Rolled 77, 84 = 161 (2d100)

>>6483854
Rollan

Rolled 80, 92 = 172 (2d100)

>>6483854

>>6483858
>>6483876
>>6483898
Oh damn.

>>6483854
Looks like the dice-gods have all but agreed: fuck Elder Sword, lmao

Rolled 88, 68 = 156 (2d100)

>>6483854
Apologies, I missed the update.

>>6483924
That makes 7 dos and a crit.

With the rough exchange rate of 1 stab to the heart, he at least has done better than crow king. Not, heh, that this says much.

>>6483916
Damn
>>6483876
DAMN
For all the blood he spilled, not a drop was comparable to the Happy Bloodshed herself

>>6483927
Every single roll passed with multiple degrees of success, six degrees of success, a crit, Huan was NOT gonna let that shit slide. Nor everyone Sword has killed, apparently. It has officially evolved from a bloodsport to a grudge match.

Dice gods seek Elder Sword's Death!

>>6483916
Stellar Success!

Sixty over target and >>6483876
With a critical success accompanying it

Elder Sword really underestimated this kitty cat

https://youtu.be/yvFgNP9iqd4
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Elder Sword crosses the threshhold, the invisible line drawn in the sand, sword raised over his head in an extremely aggressive overhead swing as he extends his arm of pure sword intent, which expands and "Loosens", spreading out and whipping out as you remain standing, stalwart and dignified as a shrine's deified idol. Eyes shut, you see him get thrown back by the sheer pressure exerted from the flaring of the grudge storm as you draw them all up to the point in the exact center of your palm and breathe out, hanging your head and breathing out to allow your own grudges to seep into the boiling cloud of resentment of those long dead and wrongfully slain.

You can feel the urges of a Sin Eater and Stillborn Nursemaid swell with the tides of the enmity extracted from the tool used to cut down countless lives with no care nor discretion of their station in life or their point in it. Indiscriminate murder, killing without direction besides perfecting the blade. Where have you met this sort of demon before? Breathing in, you sample all of the grudges entrusted to the blade that ended innumerable lives, tasting every emotion and final thought that kept them chained to the blade and hearing those last words. Pleas. Prayers. Gasps. Bitter curses. Laughter. Reminsicence of homes they'd never see again, friends they failed, family they let down.

Oh. This grudge is very, very familiar to you. The image of reeds, waving gently in air filled smoke and the scent of spilt blood appear, illusory, around you through the heady mists of the Grudge Miasma as you raise up the hand clenched over the sword, calling all of the grudges to the middle of your palm with a promise to fulfill them and settle the score. You're reminded of the day you met Fu, on that mountain. When he was just a boy. An angry boy, but far from the folkhero he is now considered. You think of all the grudges you've settled on behalf of the living and dead. The Dragonling Eating Toad. The Dogshit Emperor. Xue Laohue. To name a few, most notable revenge killings.

Their images, at the moment of their deaths, flash through the mists as Elder Sword lands on his hands and feet, his half decayed appearance and posture making him appear more beast than you do as you, ever so respectfully and utterly calm, begin to materialize the very energy of the resentment he'd gathered around himself as a byproduct of his quest to become a sword in body, mind and soul.

His pupils once more sharpened to serrated, broken edged blades as he rose up, and watched the clouds of grudges gather like an approaching storm, and materialize it. A substance that, as far as you know, has never existed on heaven, earth, hell or beyond. And rather than overflowing killing intent, you sense a pang of animal fear.
Cont

>>6483955

The panic of prey. Elder Sword, instinctively or with his last dregs of rationality moved, throwing himself and using his nearly peerless swordsmanship to cut through matter and space with a blast of a sword beam. The dark clouds of calamity gathered, the pained pleas, the cries for mercy, the curses and death rattles all began to grow silent and calm as the storm that once covered the crater, turns into a beam or pole of pitch black lightning, crackling in your hand as you focus on its center, compact and condense it into solid matter.

Swinging his arm of pure sword intent, you calmly remain standing, hand gripping the half formed sheath formed out of the purest essence of mortal grudges, solid grudge miasma. Opening your eyes into narrow squint, you stepped forward as Elder Sword thrust out his blade, a great typhoon of sword light swirling around it. The hill behind you is blasted apart. Four strands of crimson hair are cut, the sleeves of your robe flutter. And then, all is still. The ringing, layered dying words in your ears, fade away as a single sound resounds through the battlefield

*Click*

You grin, Elder Sword's half rotten face falls into a look of disbelief and incomprehension. He tugs his sword hand, looking flabbergasted as it remains locked and trapped inside the sheathed formed out of black, roiling fog. You pull your hand back and his sword slips out of his hand, and for a moment he goes completely slack, like a puppet with cut strings. He clutches his chest with his flesh and blood hand, expression twisting into a grimace as you hear his heart thump loud and stop as he falls to his knees, demonic traits ripping through his rotten body as you hold up the sheath, that is both made of clouds yet solid enough to snap a blade swung against it, even an artifact of golden core level. A constables club and a sealing artifact in one!

You can feel it drawing out more grudges, further strengthening and solidifying its existence as its surface creeps between your fingers like smoke.

But Elder Sword, despite coughing up blood from the shock and suffering a heart attack is still alive, and swings his oversized, sword light arm at you as he stumbles for the blade you'd just drained of all lingering resentment

Your eyes flash, and for the first time since the match started, you allowed Elder Sword to feel YOUR murderous intent as traits of a Sin Eater Ghost and Stillborn Nursemaid Spirit overlay themselves, ethereally, over your flesh and blood body

Martial + Speed Trial. Roll 2d100 DC 88. Best out of Five

Rolled 70, 1 = 71 (2d100)

>>6483956
Don't die to the first swing, Sword. It would be mightily embarrassing. I wonder if the sheath will spit out the sword after it sucks all the murder out of it or if it'll remain an icon of King Arthur with no one around to pull it out.

>>6483959
lmao these dice LOVE the drama. What a lovely rollercoaster.

Rolled 51, 88 = 139 (2d100)

>>6483956
We hit the valley and the peak back to back, the dice are fickle

Rolled 47, 15 = 62 (2d100)

>>6483956
Is it time for the natural 1s?

>>6483959
I could see it being one of those things where it'll catch and devour any weapon used on it.

Rolled 22, 19 = 41 (2d100)

>>6483956

Rolled 6, 17 = 23 (2d100)

>>6483956

>>6483968
Fantastic Success
50 over DC

Buuut

>>6483959
with a mischevious critfail

update will arrive shortly

One step, two steps, three, four. Four Step Execution. A thrust to acupoint in the legs, blocking the already turbid and labored flow of blood and qi through rotten flesh. Dodging a retaliatory strike of pure sword light, you viciously strike Elder Sword in the midsection, disrupting his breathing and probably bursting his lungs along with blocking the meridians, disrupting the flow of Qi there. His hand wraps around the hilt of the sword stuck in the ground as you blink behind him, as he foregoes his swordsman pride to turn his back to you. Flipping around the sheath by the sword its biting into, you grip it with both hands, mimicking a move from Qiang's assassination sword style and raise it up high. And then you felt a sharp wire wrap around your neck, like a spider demon's silk strand, cutting and biting into your throat, slipping past the mystical red string connecting you to Elder Sword. He's pulled the sword from the lunar stone, and twisted it. You blink, as you feel a spiritual pressure snap and a gurgling wail ripple through the air as you feel the Binding Rotten Oath snap.

"Coward, can't keep your vow with a pretty girl now that you're laid atop the altar like a piece of meet" You scornfully deride Elder Sword, ignoring the peerless display of swordsmanship required to literally cut the fate like it were an actual string of red yarn, as you bring down the sheath on his back, hearing bones snap as he's sent to the ground and into the crater. He whips his arm back and you hop away, avoiding the storm of whip like slashes of sword light as he clenches his teeth, unable to catch his breathe because there is no air up here, coughing up and spewing out a river of blood as his eyes flash and he pushes himself up with his sword, black oil and yellow pus oozing out of the tears in his skin and muscle as you flick your fingers and bleed them of the rotting blood through friction alone, no longer under the spell of shared doom and mutual death.

"But, what should one expect from scum like you. Vows and oaths are worthless than shit on the bottom of your shoe" You sneer, mockingly as you bring up the sheathe as he pats his chest as his arm of pure sword intent unravels and whips around you like a wind of slicing blades, but having wielded Ghost Empress Melody for so long, you are well acquainted with using invisible cutting winds and block or bash away the worst with your new, grudge born artifact.

Elder Sword steps forward, limp and skin slowing regaining its color as handfuls and strips of rotten skin and flesh flake away, revealing blood red bones beneath as he glares you down, eyes tracking the hilt of the second blade you took from him as he struggles to stand with paralyzed legs, struggles to retain the breath he's been relying on for air, and struggles to circulate his Qi or keep standing after you whacked him hard enough to break his back.

Cont

>>6483980
Then, he spins around his blade and points it at his own heart, and flashes a black toothed and bloodied lipped smile. That...doesn't look like any of the techniques you've seen him use before, even when he's been backed in a corner. He's realized getting close to you is a fool's game, and sent forth a storm of sword light get enough space to set up...something. Self Destruction Technique? Demonic Transformation? A curse like the Rotten Oath he just spent all of his effort to snap?

Whatever it is, you can't let him pull it off!

Speed + Martial Trial. DC 102. Best of five

Rolled 32, 6 = 38 (2d100)

>>6483982
Die dogfucker.

Rolled 45, 67 = 112 (2d100)

>>6483982

Rolled 63, 65 = 128 (2d100)

>>6483982
A last ditch effort before he dies in a ditch? Can't say he hasn't got spirit at least. Too bad we can kill spirits as well.

Rolled 52, 20 = 72 (2d100)

>>6483982

>>6483982
I'll bet that's some sort of attempt to take us down with him, his own mutual suicide technique.

Rolled 86, 64 = 150 (2d100)

>>6483982
Oops

>>6484018
Great Success!

40 over DC and close to being 50 over

Update will arrive shortly

>>6483980
After this we should send some of our students to deal with the rest of the Seven Slaughtering Swords, their namesake weapons should make good materiel for Feiqing

With a ghostly shroud flickering between your Sin Eater and Stillborn Nursemaid selves, you duck your shoulders and converge all of the grudges lingering in the battlefield and expel a scalding breath full of the resentment you've gathered directly along the length of the Grudgeborn Sheather, tongue flicking and dancing across the surface sparking with enmity and spite as the decayed flesh in your mouth chars and burns from the torrent of Grudges spilling out from your gullet. Falling into Qiang's Quick drawstance, you lower yourself further and drop your head as thousands of invisible blade lights dance around you, cutting your hair and scouring the surface of your spider demon silk armor, causing it to unspool and reflect their silver red light as you hover your hand over the hit of the sword contained inside of the sheath as Elder Sword's mouth wags in a silent mantra.

You can almost hear a clock ticking, as the extent of his blade light storm grows and expands to eclipse the moon crater arena and you feel your skin start to scrape and split as the storm hones in and focuses on your position, condensing and shrinking the gaps in it as it rapidly transforms into a pillar or tower formed from the concept of cutting itself. A pure expression of Swordsmanship. But, the four step execution isn't complete, and your vein hunting eye shows you a path through the river of blades. And with a leaping, lunging step you take it. And flicker, blinking as you slow time to a crawl for a split second, to bungle and confuse Elder Sword's reaction and sword intuition, tricking his foresight and matrial prediction. He still moves quick to slam his sword through his heart, as its edge alights with glowing red script that makes your Sin Eater Eyes ache and feel like they're about to bleed. But, you've endured much worse irritation in a fight, and even in just this one. Despite you cool demeanor and regal poise, rotting alive hurts like hell, especially when its progress restrained and slowed to a crawl and you can feel it oozing through your veins, thickening and darkening as your nerves slowly go numb and shut down. It is a familiar pain, but still a pain!

So, shutting your eyes, as clearly whatever hex Elder Sword has put on his blade is something a Sin Eater Soul shouldn't see, you swing your grudge forged weapon out with a flicking movement of the wrist. You'd seen Qiang use it before, to cut ghosts and slice the wings off butterflies. You're attempt at it, is much less graceful and delicate, and much more brash and bone breaking as you forsake your usual, soft ghostly feline martial arts to muster all of your strength as a Magical Beast and Wild Red Jade beauty. And Elder Sword might be strong for an old fart

But you're a queen of beasts in human skin! Of course you've got more raw power than he has, especially now that his muscles are mostly decayed and turned to putrid meat.

Cont

>>6484024

You snap his wrist, the bones breaking as stray tendons and mucscles stubbornly hold onto the bone. Sword's eyes narrow and the blade whips around and flies towards you, controlled through something like the ghostly strings you use to drag along and summon Ghost Empress...Melody

With that thought, you throw out your other hand and bring the Guqin that had been left to float out of dangers way rocketing forward, threw a tear in space made by Cosmic Qi and directly into the side of Elder Sword's Head. It dents in the size, and greyish pink slim jets out of his nose, ears and eye as he stumbles to the side and catches himself on the stub of his wrist. The Blade shakes and starts to fall normally, and you hold up the sheathe and it...somehow fits inside to nestle beside its twin. The Sheath quakes and grows slightly as blood oozes out of the top of it, where the blades hilt meet the edge of the sheath.

Elder Sword, who is more a bloody pile of half demonic bones with ragged, rotting skin and meat clinging to them, revealing the tips and edges of at least a dozen blades implanted and melted inside of his body, looks up at you as you lock away both his swords, sealing them. And Losing both his swords seems to have done more damage and exhausted him more than anything the Rotten Oath, Hellfire Baptism or Judgement of the Grudge cloud had achieved.

Enough to bring him back to his standard level of madness, a state that could be considered rational, at least as much as a Sword Maniac could be.

He lifts up his handless arm, and taps the dent on his head, digging around and pulling out a squirmy chunk of grey matter, like a maggot fattened on corpse grease. He nods once, shrugging his shoulders and grinning a nearly toothless smile as his face drips off his skull like molten wax, eyes gone from the impact of the enchanted instrument.

"I cut the string, broke our rotten wedding vow. That alone is an accomplishment to be proud of" He mouths, nodding once, far too dignified "You know, no master of the seven swords had managed to cut a curse before. You've given us a new rung to climb today"

You raise up the sheath, ready to finish the job of crushing his skull that ghost empress melody started when he grins...well you think he grins from how the grey facial muscles stuck to his smiling skull twitch as he mouths...er, clacks out a promise of his own

"I'll see you in hell, Huanliuxue"

And you know that isn't a final show of defiance or dying curse. He knows very well you often visit hell and travel their regularly.

It is a promise for a rematch, now that he's learned a few of the tricks kept up your sleeve and hidden under your fur.

>>6484025

What do you do to finish the match, Huanliuxue?

>Send him to hell directly, tossing him through a portal to the underworld, since dragging him there directly would expend one of the protections you'd negotiated from the spider demon clan

>Smile motherly and grab hold of his soul and forcefully take it under your care and escort him directly to the River of Oblivion , to ensure they have a better upbringing, to deny them the chance of a rematch (Unlocked via Stillborn Nursemaid)

>Directly consume the sin in his heart, speeding up his reincarnation so he won't be around in hell long enough to fight you (Unlocked via Sin Eater)

>Just beat him to death, to avenge his numerous murders and his match against Lord Xia

>Force feed him your healing blood, healing him just enough to stay alive, but leave him crippled and unable to sword fight, a more...ironic punishment

>Write in

Fun fact, you'd got the exact minimum result on that last roll to finish of Elder Sword, before he forced a second phase through a technique that resembles "One of Nine Lives", but isn't auto activated

>>6484028
>Smile motherly and grab hold of his soul and forcefully take it under your care and escort him directly to the River of Oblivion , to ensure they have a better upbringing, to deny them the chance of a rematch (Unlocked via Stillborn Nursemaid)

>>6484028
>Directly consume the sin in his heart, speeding up his reincarnation so he won't be around in hell long enough to fight you (Unlocked via Sin Eater)

>>6484028
>Smile motherly and grab hold of his soul and forcefully take it under your care and escort him directly to the River of Oblivion , to ensure they have a better upbringing, to deny them the chance of a rematch (Unlocked via Stillborn Nursemaid)
I was fully intending to let him screw around in hell for however long, but I realized that not only is he competent enough to contrive a way to get a semblance of his body back, he might be willing to injure Anjing to drive us to fight him again, if he thought that we might refuse for any reason.
Better to just cut this off at the root so he can't eventually complicate one of our future trips to hell. If anything, he can take it as a compliment that we consider him too troublesome to allow him to persist as a spirit.

>>6484028
>Grab hold of his soul and take it in your care.
>Put away his body in your storage ring.

>>6484028
Write-in
> lock his soul in one of the pearls and his body into the storage ring. The goal is turning him into a Qi battery similar to Lei's clan.
He is a child-murderer and would even deserve worse. He even turned demonic and doesn't deserve humane treatment. His bloody and demonic techniques (we can purify demonic Qi) should be largely compatible with our Dao.

>>6484028
>Smile motherly and grab hold of his soul and forcefully take it under your care and escort him directly to the River of Oblivion , to ensure they have a better upbringing, to deny them the chance of a rematch (Unlocked via Stillborn Nursemaid)
one who relished in violence and carnage, placed somewhere his tendencies would never emerge in the first place

>>6484028
>Smile motherly and grab hold of his soul and forcefully take it under your care and escort him directly to the River of Oblivion , to ensure they have a better upbringing, to deny them the chance of a rematch (Unlocked via Stillborn Nursemaid)

>>6484028
Very cool fight!

>>6484058
I'll support this, we've really humiliated him. He wants to be a tool? Let him be one, I doubt anybody would protest this.

(Also thankfully nobody is choosing to cripple him, I was really worried that the Ogre bitch might gain a punished sensei with a grudge like we did with Monu)

>>6484343
Hi, me, I protest the use of demon battery idea.

And after we are done with this mother fucker I want to call Lei up and settle this woth a proper examination of if it is opposed to our values.