“Don’t put your weight on your back foot only; spread it evenly!”
“Your spirit essence is off by half a second; release it earlier!”
“Do that again! This time, engage your hips – a shriveled up shrew would move smoother!”
The commands being shouted within the dead Snow Devil King’s cave were relentless. For nearly two weeks, this stream of barked orders would return every other hour and remain for five to ten minutes before silence returned to the area around the cave.
“No more!” Hoatzin wheezed and collapsed on the floor after eight intense minutes.
“Giving up already?” Raven asked with faked surprise. “You should have at least a minute left before you turn back into a bird. . . .”
Hoatzin somehow managed to find the strength to roll over into a haphazard kowtow. “Benevolent sister, please . . . sp-spare me this once!”
“. . . Fine.”
Raven ignored the fake fawning in Hoatzin’s voice and withdrew the sword in her hand. She noted how Hoatzin breathed out in relief but she just smiled softly. However, as she returned to the slowly dancing flames in the fire pit, Raven started scratching her head pensively.
“Hmm . . . I’m a bit surprised that you still have the energy to beg, though . . .” she said after a while. “Looks like I’ll need to increase the difficulty next time.”
In the corner of her eye, Raven could see Hoatzin drastically paling, and, over by the fire, Lyka started laughing.
“Haha, good for you, Birdy!” she beamed. “The Snow Devil King may be dead, but the Devil Queen is paying close attention to your training! What an honor!”
Raven glanced over at Lyka, a malevolent glint in her eyes.
“Actually, I’ll need an assistant for this next bit. . . .”
Just that one sentence caused Lyka to instantly stop laughing while Hoatzin grunted mockingly. “Serves you right,” he muttered, earning him an evil glare from Lyka.
He couldn’t be bothered, though; with a flash of light, Hoatzin’s body disappeared and, still exhausted, his bird form soon crawled out from within his borrowed cloak.
“Get some rest while you can; we start again in two hours,” Raven warned before she closed her eyes and focused on her own breathing.
Ever since she regained consciousness, this had been Raven’s routine. For the periods Hoatzin was able to maintain his human form, Raven would help him improve his understanding of the Divine Skills he had previously been imprinted with. The time available for Hoatzin to train was short, so not a second was wasted.
Lyka tried to be more passive, doing her best to simply store the refined spirit essence Hoatzin gave her every day, but that didn’t stop Raven from engaging her in Hoatzin’s training every now and then. During these so-called training sessions, Lyka was forced to rely solely on her physical strength to spar with Hoatzin. Additionally, Raven also insisted that she wear the heaviest Limiters they had with them, weighing roughly 50 kg each. Under normal circumstances, such a weight was practically nothing for a Peak Spirit Master, but, since she wasn’t allowed to use her spirit essence, it still made fighting quite cumbersome. Thus, despite the difference in their cultivation and physical strength, the sparring still left Lyka gasping for breath, every muscle in her body sore.
The end result? Lyka disapproved of Raven’s training program even more than Hoatzin – after all, her cultivation was locked in place by her seals, so she couldn’t help but feel that her participation was pointless. However, while she protested, Lyka always ended up doing as Raven told her – much to Hoatzin’s amusement.
Once the time was up and Hoatzin reverted back to his bird form, he and Raven focused on their cultivation; Hoatzin would temporarily leave the cave to absorb the stronger cold essence outside while Raven used the spirit essence coming through Javelin’s soul prism to stabilize her spirit core and store the spirit essence.
The process was slow, and it was only thanks to Hoatzin keeping a fire burning in the cave that Raven could improve her situation at all. Still, compared to the last time Raven had her spirit core forcefully stripped of all its spirit essence, her recovery rate couldn’t be considered bad. In fact, Raven’s spirit essence reserves were almost back to normal by now, but, due to a few remaining instabilities in her spirit core and the low amount of spirit essence she had at her disposal, reaching her prime would still take quite some time.
Raven knew that she could increase the flow of spirit essence from Javelin if she opened up herself more to the bond between them, but she was reluctant to do so. Ever since she regained her consciousness, Raven’s sleep had been plagued with dreams – dreams of times long gone – and while not all of those dreams were unpleasant, Raven still wished that they would stop. She hoped the dreams would go away on their own, but was afraid that, since through gaining more spirit essence from Javelin would also mean that she would feel more of his emotions, relying too heavily on their bound souls would instead strengthen the dreams.
Had the situation been dire, Raven would have ignored this risk and absorbed all the spirit essence she could get, but the Snow Devil King’s cave was well-hidden and safe from surprise attacks. There was no danger to their lives here. Besides, the first trial had been going on for quite a while now and there couldn’t be more than a couple of days before it would all be over.
Within the cave, a few minutes had passed when Hoatzin finally managed to calm his breathing and control his heart rate. He was just about to spread his wings and fly out of the cave for his cultivation when Raven raised her hand, motioning for him to wait.
“What’s wrong?” Hoatzin asked.
“We’ve got visitors,” Raven replied. “Three of them, roughly four hundred meters below the cave entrance.”
She glanced at both Hoatzin and Lyka, noticing how they tried to strain their senses, and her lips twitched slightly. The people approaching had clearly understood the concept of cultivating with cold essence because they seemed to blend in with the surrounding landscape, shrouding them in ice and snow. Had this happened before, the sheer amount of cold essence in the air would have made her blind to the approaching threat, but now – when the cold essence seemed to reject her very existence – the presence of these people stood out like a sore thumb.
She could hear the crushing snow under their heavy feet, smell the tangy scent of sweat in the air, and even feel the slight heat their bodies gave off as they moved through the deep snow. Judging by what she could sense from their actual spirit presences, Raven was pretty sure that these three were part of the group of youths they had run into earlier.
“What do you want to do?” Lyka asked with a sly smile on her lips.
Raven shrugged and then glanced at Hoatzin. “Well, brother is in need of a new set of clothes . . . but let’s just wait for now – if they don’t bother us too soon, it might turn into a good opportunity to train.”
For once, Hoatzin’s feathers didn’t stand on edge at the mention of training. Instead, he felt excited. He could guess that Raven wished to give him the opportunity to fight these three approaching youths to test his strength – something Hoatzin was more than eager to do – but it would require him to regain his human form again. However, it would take nearly two hours before it was possible; the likelihood of those three still being around by then was low.
So they waited.
Raven paid close attention to the three youths’ path, which seemed to be oddly target-oriented; they were heading more or less straight towards the Snow Devil King’s cave! Still, their progress wasn’t fast; the winds this far up the mountain were strong, and even though the cold essence cultivation helped them assimilate to the environment, it didn’t hide them from the onslaught of random ice attacks which kept getting more vicious the further up they got.
“Damn it!” one of the youths swore as a moment’s carelessness caused him to lose his footing and slip on a patch of ice for the umpteenth time. A gust of cold air shot out from his palm, preventing him from falling, but instead triggered a cloud of snow to blow up in his face.
“Shh!” another youth hissed; “keep your voice down or we might alert the Snow Devil King!”
The first youth snorted. “So what? That beast only attacks people who are cultivating in its territory – we’re simply passing through.”
“You call searching its lair for a pair of dead girls ‘passing through’?”
“Stop your bickering!” the third youth hissed before the other could offer a reply. “We don’t have a lot of time if we’re gonna be back before noon as Isskul commanded. Let’s just quietly poke our heads into the cave, and if we don’t see what we’re looking for, we’ll head back for now.”
The youth who had spoken first moaned, clearly not thrilled with the prospect of repeating the journey up the mountain if they failed to locate their targets, but didn’t further voice his complains.
Raven, on the other hand, curled her lips into a sneer. ‘So they did know about the Snow Devil King. . . .’ She had suspected as much, since, although Isskul had been genuinely afraid of her, he had still been a bit too quick when he gave up the location of a better cultivation ground so readily. If they knew it existed and was possible to access for low Spirit Masters, why didn’t they train there themselves?
At the time, Raven had decided to ignore this fact – they had, after all, already reached the end of their rope and didn’t have that many other options to go by. However, this didn’t mean that she would forgive such white lies.
‘Noon, huh?’ Raven quietly considered her options. Going by the light outside, there was a little bit over an hour left before the hidden sun would reach its highest point. She glanced at Hoatzin, her crooked smile causing the latter to swallow nervously.
“Do you really think they’re dead?” the most talkative youth asked as they continued to approach the cave. He kept his voice considerably lower now, but Raven still had no problem hearing what he said.
“Of course they’re dead. Isskul said it before: the bitch who threatened him was definitely that other girl who was hanging out with that swindler before. The blood-lust must have been from some artifact; how else could someone under twenty have that kind of killing intent? We were tricked because we were taken off guard, but the Snow Devil King is different. No trick like that will work against it.”
“Be quiet! We are almost there!” the third youth reprimanded yet again. “Stay alert! We will check if their corpses are here and then leave at once; the Snow Devil King is not a spirit beast we can kill on our own.”
Inside the cave, Raven was no longer the only one who could sense the youths’ approach, and both Lyka and Hoatzin were looking at her intently, waiting for her orders.
“One low Spirit Master and two peak Champions,” Raven declared. “Lyka, let us make a quick one out of these three and then wait for the reinforcements. Brother, focus on speeding up your recovery.”
Neither Lyka nor Hoatzin needed more instructions to be able to guess Raven’s intentions. Hoatzin swiftly flew deeper into the cave and soon sat perched on what looked like the withered rib-bone of some large animal. He controlled his breathing and quickly descended into a meditative state. Lyka, on the other hand, moved closer to the cave entrance. Her favored weapon, the ominous-looking double-edged scythe, was too large to fit inside the cave, but, through her posture, Raven could tell that Lyka was ready to withdraw it from her spacial ring with just a heartbeat’s notice.
“You take the low Spirit Master – it’s the one closest to the cave entrance at the moment – I’ll take the other two,” Raven instructed Lyka. “Don’t let them signal for their companions.”
Lyka nodded in response. Just as Raven was about to give the signal to attack, she paused for a moment.
“Oh, and try to not damage their clothes.”
13 thoughts on “Chapter 144: Looking for Trouble”
If they’re skinny, could this be considered “clothing off the rack”?
…Nah, sorry, that joke is a stretch. Thanks for the chapter! 😅
I shall laugh at your joke for you.
Ha… Ha… Ha…
It was funny.
Sigh… I will accept your patronizing laughter…
If they are women that could be true skinny or fat 😛
Thank you for the chapter! I feel sorry for those three competitors, who have every reason to hate Lyka and her (from their perspective) party. But, they knew they signed up for a dangerous competition.
One small correction: I think you meant “peak”, as in the top of a mountain, rather than “peek”, as in “look” :).
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Thanks 4 the chapter!
Guinea pigs and clothing shop in one. Who would have guess?
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Sorry! Not guinea pigs, but practice dummies.
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Thanks for the chapter!
Free clothes and a practice doll what a fortune! It would be fun if isskul knows about Raven’s killing intent later after he went to check his companions
Thanks a lot for the chapter!
“revered” -> ‘reverted’
“go away on their on” -> ‘own’
“the cheer amount” -> ‘sheer’
“if they new” -> ‘knew’
“we were taken of guard” -> ‘off’
“We will check if their corpses are here and then leave at once” -> Shouldn’t be ‘there’ (instead of ‘here’), I know that there is ‘there’ in previous sentence so it could be repetition, but I think that ‘here’ doesn’t fit here.
“However, that didn’t mean that she would forgive such white lies.” I wouldn’t call not mentioning of presence of lethal monster a ‘white lie’ (definition: a lie that is told in order to be polite or to stop someone from being upset by the truth, according to Cambridge Dictionary). It also doesn’t look like sarcasm.
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Indeed a white lie doesn’t work, I would replace it with ” such a blatant lie by omission”
It seems I wasn’t late this time^^
Thanks for the chapter Snowy.
out in relief but she just → out in relief, but she just
drastically paling and, by the → drastically paling, and, by the (?)
might be dead but the Devil → might be dead, but the Devil
regaining consciousness this had → regaining consciousness, this had (intro?)
training sessions Lyka was → training sessions, Lyka was (intro?)
by her seals so she → by her seals, so she
open up herself → opened up herself
could get but the Snow → could get, but the Snow
because their seemed to→ because they seemed to
seemed to melt with the surrounding → seemed to melt together with the surrounding (better?)
her blind to approaching threat → her blind to the approaching threat
could hear the crushing snow under their → could hear the snow being crushed under their (the snow should be crushed not be crushing something)
bodies gave of as → bodies gave off as
then glanced Hoatzin → then glanced at Hoatzin
a new pair of clothes → a new set of clothes (“pair” felt weird to me)
it would require for him to → it would require him to
would however take nearly → would, however, take nearly
clearly not → clearly not (two blanks)
they did now about → they did know about
was hanging with out with → was hanging out with
Lyka nor hoatzin needed → Lyka nor Hoatzin needed
Lyka on the other hand moved closer → Lyka, on the other hand, moved closer (?)
the cave but, through he → the cave, but, through he
Please do correct if I made mistakes myself.
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Alright I have gotten caught up again
Some comments based on this chapter and other ones I missed.
1) It seems Raven may have sent her prism into an affinity with an opposing element rather than simply disconnected the key hint coming from an orange tint that to me suggests she may have acquired a fire affinity from the skill, notably Retribution seems to be a skill which shows notable signs of possibly being a skill based off fire essence, in principal burning vengeance taken literally ,which would explain the violent response it had towards the cold spirit essence and why she got cut off. Whether this is god or bad, permanent or reversible is beyond me but it seems to me like her skill and core affinity may have formed a closer link and thus cut her off from the opposing cold. Maybe a cold skill could counteract it? Regardless it seems there is a lot more to learn about spirit essence.
2) Hoatzin’s progress is nice but I hope he can improve his bird form as well. The avian form brings its own inherit advantages so developing both forms should allow more rapid adjustment. Plus certain weapons like spears could very well be used in both forms as I know real birds have used spears in a similar manner particularly the new Caldonian Crow the only other tool specialized species other than humans. (Fyi they primarily use their beak to maneuver and control the tool and if perched one of their feet to help craft and maintain tools. Really cool species and probably a good guide to how he could develop weapons for either form in the future as he builds his combat style)
Regardless since birds to a lot of learning from their parents and other bird acquaintances if he finds and befriends another avian race/spirit beast he should be able to get better guidance on how to best use his bird form…
3)Glad to see character development happen for Lyka and Hoatzin they certainly needed it! Keep up the good work
Well thanks for the chapters and continuing this fine series!
Hi, can you clarify the schedule for me?
I mean, I see it’s still 1 chapter/week if we acknowledge that amount is shared between the 2 stories. Is there any plan as to which story gets updated which week or anything like that?