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Jin Rou had wanted to become a powerful cultivator, a master among masters, and do whatever it is the dickbags who run this place did. Which was presumably to be dicks, dickishly. I kinda … didn’t care about his motivations, his goals or ideals. My body now, buddy. Sorry, not sorry.
I also hope he forgives me for selling his fur because I’m totally going to do that. I think you can eat fox. → You can, in fact, eat fox. I … just wouldn’t recommend it. Tasted like ass. I forced myself to swallow the grilled meat. It was a measly, dry offering, as predators don’t tend to have much fat. The gaminess was really off-putting too. Food wasn’t scarce at the moment, but that was no excuse to waste any. I had to take what I could get … and what I’d gotten was a fox.
I squinted at Big D as I finished dressing a fox pelt. I tilted my head to the side, trying to make sense of what he was doing. Is—is my fucking chicken doing a training montage? I watched his incredibly crisp kicks for a little longer. I shook my head. Nah, I’ve just spent too long alone and I’m humanizing him a bit too much. Or maybe it’s just cultivator world bullshit.
“BEHOLD!” he boomed, his voice carrying across the farm. “THE GENERAL THAT COMMANDS THE WINTER!” Meiling was flabbergasted. She raised her hands in confusion as Yun Ren started cracking up beside her, struggling to comprehend. Just … why? It was so dumb. That stupid smile, and he looked so proud of it.
She sighed. Boys and their games, they never grow up— A snowball struck her right in the forehead. “I’m going to murder you sons of a flea-bitten whore!” Meiling joined the fray. →
You never hear about the reasonable people. It’s always the caricatures that get the screen time. And it was absolutely hilarious to see her eyes bug out when she ate her first bit of rice. I remember the food at my Sect being pretty meh, so my food must taste like heaven. Fool. This is only the first form of my cuisine! Teriyaki burgers will flow! Poutine will flourish! I will master the Dao of Cooking, and all will fear my might!
So. A Profound-level Spirit Beast that was a chicken. A medical rat. Would there next be pigs that could shake the earth? There was a happy squeal from outside and the thunder of trotters, as the heavens decided to mock her. Her eyebrow twitched. She took another breath, as her father had told her. A deep breath in and out, to center one’s self. “You get used to it,” Senior Sister said, her eyes lidded with amusement.
“Remember that everything is connected,” I finally settled on. “The water we drink, the air we breathe, the food we eat. Everything has some part of it that leads into each other. Disrupting one thing can disrupt many others. Fixing one thing can fix many others.”
“Not too disruptive, I hope?” he asked her quietly, and she shook her head. “Joy helps bring back the sun. Joy, colour, fire. Little sparks that the sun can see, even when it’s so deep in its slumber,” Meiling replied simply. She didn’t resist as an arm hooked around her waist, pulling her into Jin’s lap. “What possessed you to put a horn on Chun Ke though?”
My first thought when the drawing was done was, Gou Ren is really good at making things look cute. The second was, That’s a goddamn moose. Well, if there are sugar maple trees …
I’m not going to disrespect anybody’s customs unless those customs involve ritually sacrificing people. In which case, I’m disrespecting the shit out of them.
