Cultivation is Creation

Han Renyi watched the city pass by through eyes he no longer controlled, a strange and unsettling experience that still hadn't quite settled into reality. The streets were familiar – he'd walked them countless times before – but seeing them as a passenger in his own body made everything feel wrong.

His father walked beside them, occasionally casting worried glances their way, but mercifully staying silent for now. Renyi could feel his questions building, almost taste them in the air between them, but apparently the sight of his son casually dismantling a sect elder's private chambers had bought them at least a temporary reprieve from explanations.

“How did it come to this?” he wondered, his thoughts drifting back to the moments that had led to his current situation.

It had started with pain – searing, all-consuming pain as the mercenaries' blades found their marks. He remembered the taste of copper in his mouth, the cold stone of the alley against his cheek, the absolute certainty that he was going to die.

Then... that voice.

Offering help, offering power, offering revenge. In that moment of desperation, he'd agreed without hesitation.

What choice did he have? His father was walking into Zhou's trap, his sister's future hung by a thread, and he was bleeding out in an alley. If a mysterious entity offered to save him, to give him the power to protect his family... well, better to deal with unknown consequences than certain death.

But he hadn't expected this.

The first hint that something was very different came when he tried to move and couldn't. It was like being wrapped in thick cotton – he could feel everything, but control was beyond his reach.

The answer he'd received – that Ling Zhuo was the reason he wasn't bleeding out in an alley – hadn't really been an answer at all. But then, very few of Ling Zhuo's responses were straightforward answers.

When he felt that first surge of power, he'd wondered if Ling Zhuo was a messenger sent by the Celestial Sovereign, or maybe even his reincarnation. What else could explain the blue energy that had knit his life-threatening wounds together?

But the blue energy had just been the beginning, Ling Zhuo then started drawing those strange patterns on his body.

Runes, Ling Zhuo had called them, though he hadn't elaborated on what exactly that meant.

But Renyi had felt the red power burning through them, had sensed how they changed and enhanced his body in ways that shouldn't have been possible.

Most disturbing was how Ling Zhuo could somehow hide this red energy from detection, masking its presence so completely that even when Renyi knew it was there, he could barely sense it even when it was actively being used.

It was then that Renyi had believed that he was possessed by a demon, a demon who didn’t want to be known. It wasn't an unreasonable assumption – the stories were full of ancient evil spirits taking over the bodies of Rouqin.

However, Ling Zhuo didn't feel evil, exactly. Pragmatic, certainly. But not evil in the traditional sense. There was a purpose to his actions, a careful calculation behind every move that spoke of someone pursuing their own agenda rather than simply causing chaos for its own sake.

A merchant's cart rattled past, the sound bringing him out of his thoughts. Renyi noticed how people seemed to unconsciously step aside as they passed, as if sensing something dangerous even if they couldn't quite identify what.

He wondered if they could somehow feel the foreign spirit that now resided in his body, or if they were simply responding to the way Ling Zhuo carried himself – like a predator trying to look harmless and not quite succeeding.

A group of city guards passed by, and Renyi felt Ling Zhuo subtly adjust their path to avoid notice. Not out of fear – Renyi had seen how easily Ling Zhuo had dispatched Zhou's much more powerful guards – but out of what seemed to be habitual caution. Whoever or whatever he was, Ling Zhuo clearly preferred to avoid attention when possible.

Those guards... Renyi's thoughts turned to the battle in Zhou's compound, if you could even call it a battle.

The battle that followed had been like something out of a legend. Han Renyi had always considered himself a decent fighter - you didn't survive as a merchant family's heir without learning to defend yourself. But watching Ling Zhuo move their body through that fight had been... humbling wasn't the right word. Earthshattering, maybe.

The guards had been experienced Tier 1 Rouqin, each one of them capable of holding their own against multiple ordinary Rouqin. Han Renyi had sparred with their type before, usually ending up thoroughly defeated.

The speed the battle took place had been dizzying. One moment they were facing a guard, the next they were behind him, then across the courtyard dealing with another threat. Han Renyi had quickly given up trying to track the individual movements - it was like trying to follow individual raindrops in a storm. Instead, he'd focused on the flow of it, the deadly dance that Ling Zhuo wove through their opponents. ṛÂΝȮʙĘs̈

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And the techniques... Han Renyi had never seen anything like them. Leaves that cut like steel, vines that moved with intelligent purpose, seeds that could explode.

But it had been the duel with Zhang Ruiyang that had truly opened his eyes to the gulf between normal cultivation and whatever power Ling Zhuo wielded. Zhang Ruiyang had been legendary, a master duelist whose name still commanded respect even in his semi-retirement. Han Renyi had heard stories of his fights, tales of his mastery over fire rouqi that had earned him the title of Crimson Duelist.

Watching him fight had been like seeing those stories come to life. The way he moved, the precision of his techniques, the sheer skill built over decades of combat experience - it had been beautiful in its deadly efficiency. And for a while, it had seemed like even Ling Zhuo might have met his match.

It was then that Ling Zhuo had adapted, their vision had changed, he was now able to see the flow of combat in almost supernatural detail. Every subtle shift in Zhang Ruiyang's stance, every minute tension in his muscles that telegraphed his next move, became clear as day. It was like reading a combat manual written in the air itself.

Still, that hadn’t been enough to defeat the master duelist.

Just when Han Renyi was losing hope, came that instant when everything had changed. A surge of energy so foreign and powerful that it had made his consciousness recoil in shock. It wasn't rouqi - he knew what that felt like, had spent years learning to sense and manipulate it, nor was it the other two types of energy. No, this was something else entirely, something that felt older, more primal.

The look on Zhang Ruiyang's face in that final moment had said it all. The master duelist had died smiling, as if finally glimpsing something he'd spent his whole life searching for. That image would stay with Han Renyi forever - the moment when one of the most powerful Rouqin he'd known had faced something beyond his understanding and welcomed it.

And then there had been Zhou Shentong. Han Renyi had grown up hearing that name spoken in whispers, had seen how it made his father's face tighten with worry. The sect elder had seemed invincible, a looming threat that no amount of planning or preparation could overcome. His power over plants had been legendary, his control over the local cultivation world absolute.@@novelbin@@

But Ling Zhuo had barely seemed impressed. He'd walked into Zhou's sanctum like he was entering a common tea house, had faced down one of the most powerful men in the region with almost casual confidence. And then he'd demonstrated why that confidence wasn't misplaced.

The way he'd turned Zhou's own techniques against him had been... Han Renyi still struggled to find words for it. It was like watching someone point out a fundamental flaw in reality itself. All of Zhou's power, all his carefully maintained control over plants, had crumbled in the face of whatever strange energy Ling Zhuo commanded.

The rain started to fall heavily as they approached the Han compound, fat drops that quickly soaked through their clothes. Renyi's father pulled his torn robes tighter around himself, but Ling Zhuo seemed unbothered by the weather. Through their shared senses, Renyi could feel him actually enjoying the sensation of rain on their skin, as if experiencing it for the first time.

That was another oddity about his mysterious passenger – the way he seemed to find novelty in the most mundane things. The texture of fabric, the taste of air, the feeling of sunlight on skin... it was like watching someone rediscover the world through new eyes. Which, Renyi supposed, might not be far from the truth.

The Han compound came into view through the rain, its walls looking somehow smaller than Renyi remembered. Had it always been this modest, or had his perspective simply changed after witnessing the casual display of power at Zhou Shentong's estate? Even the guards at the gate, once impressive figures in Renyi's childhood memories, now seemed almost pitifully ordinary in comparison to what he'd seen today.

As they approached the familiar gates of home, Renyi found his thoughts turning to the future. What exactly had he agreed to when he accepted Ling Zhuo's help? The immediate threat of Zhou was eliminated, true, but at what cost? He was effectively sharing his body with an entity of unknown origin and agenda, one who wielded power that shouldn't exist in their world.

More importantly, what did Ling Zhuo want? He'd promised power and revenge, and had certainly delivered on both counts. But beings of his apparent capability didn't simply help random young masters out of the goodness of their hearts. There had to be some greater purpose, some reason why he'd chosen this particular moment to intervene.

The guards recognized them despite the rain, quickly opening the gates to admit their young master and the family patriarch.

Han Renyi found himself wrestling with hope that he thought was cut off with the Celestial Sovereign’s disappearance. The powers Ling Zhuo wielded, the strange energy that wasn't rouqi, the casual way he violated what should have been fundamental laws of their world... it all pointed to one incredible conclusion.