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56 Teaching

Something strange happened to the disciples who were looking to us. All had incredulity writing in their faces, some even had the mouth open. They three people, but one of them was an unknown. He said to them than from now on he would be the Supreme Elder and the Sect Master and the Elder were in a mission so he would be the deputy Sect Master.

They saw this bald and old man, dressing in gold and white and then they began to look at Meng Shang and me. They were suspicious, perhaps they even thought that we had took the sect by force, but even if that was the case, they were powerless to do something. “As the Elder already said to you —said the Supreme Elder—, these senior disciples will teach you how to cultivate, however, you will cultivate the true path of the Turtle metal, not that useless thing that mocked the values of the turtle family.”

When they heard that, there was an uproar. The type of technique they were cultivating some ones for years was called useless. If that was useless, what were they doing all that time? All the disciples had disgust in their faces. The Supreme Elder laughed and released only a fraction of his power and only for less than a blink. They felt his power, they were afraid. That power was beyond what the elder ha, it was beyond what they could understand. “You will not try, but follow the way of the turtle —he continued—. You will see the difference. With this you will really have a chance to become true cultivators and lift again the name of our Metal turtle Sect.” Saying that, he left, leaving Meng Shang and me with them.

We divided the group as last time. The group with him followed him like little sheep, and my group was voiceless. For mortals like then, sensing that power was terrifying. “That’s what you will become when you are a cultivator as powerful as Supreme Elder Gui —I said—. Now I want to know how many of you did what I told you.”  Most of them began to breathe after hearing my voice. If was like a spell was broken and they could live again.

Chen rose up. “I did it, teacher.” Other three also rose up, but no one else. “I see, so who you are?” I asked thinking that I will heard something childish. “I don’t know who I am —he said without joking—. I have think about it, but I can’t find and answer. I could be many thing, but all that are meaningless. I only could said that I’m Chen, and nothing more than that.” That was… unexpected, perhaps his true path was to be a scholar. Some of the kids laughed, I he blushed, but he saw that I was taking him seriously so he was not ashamed. The other three responded childish answers, but at least they were trying. I complimented each of them and ordered the one who didn’t did it to begin to meditate all day without break. I took the four of them to another place, leaving the kids that didn’t do anything perplexed. They thought that I would teach them, but now I was abandon them. Some began to meditate, some began to talk, other to play. For now, I didn’t care about them, only for the one who had tried.

We entered to a room, and they were somewhat afraid, they didn’t understand what they did or why I was leaving only with them. “As I told you, to cultivate is to know who you are. My Master recently make me realize how difficult is to do that if you don’t understand where you are going. I will show you something unique to each of you, and you will know you better. Then I will commence teaching you the Metal turtle techniques. They will help you to become what you want to be, but you need to be patient. I will teach you the basics, and you will know inside you if you truly have the potential or not”.

I ordered the four of them to seat down. And began to meditate, I will go to each of them and show their true self, so they have to keep meditating. They commenced. I picked Chen first, “I will enter to your inner self, and you will began to understand what you are.”

I entered and I could see a very dim Chen in all the darkness. I was much brighter that him and he was really afraid. “Where we are? —he asked almost trembling— What this place?”

“All this is you —I explained—. When you said that you didn’t know who you are, you were near the truth. All this darkness is what you have to discover for yourself, and I will teach you to do that, at least a little bit of that. Now come and look at this.” I showed him his soul seed.

I explained to him the same my Master told me. He was enchanted by it. “When I become a cultivator will it grow?” he asked with emotion. “Yes, it will. That’s why you have to continue meditating, but this time you will use the true turtle’s techniques. Now it’s time to exit, I have to show the other guys the same. He keep staring at his seed, he didn’t want to go, but after calling him again, he went with me.

He open his eyes, and the rest could see how exited he was. The rest wanted to know what he saw, and I comply. All now were motivated. I give him the true books, and ordered to read them and continued meditating. I had to go to the other group to see how they were doing. They began to read it passionately.  

When I return to the other disciples, I only saw to meditation, and the rest doing anything. When they saw me, they tried to act as if all were doing it. I asked the two who were really doing it, and their responds were not bad. I went with then to the room, I they saw how the first four where reading books, almost as maniacs. “Teacher —said Chen when he saw me—, when we commence to practice this?” “Read the first twenty pages —I answered—, they are right now the most important to you. Converse between you if you want about it. You have all day. Tomorrow we will began.”

When the last to saw how excited they were, they began to show the same feeling, they want to know what they were reading, but first I entered their inner self for them to see. One was amazed, the other one was frightened. Both received the books, and began to read it..

I returned to the other kids, but neither were meditating. I didn’t said anything. Everyone had an opportunity in life, if was their choice to try it or not.

50 The New Sect Master

Hello everyone, I had a little problem with the chapters, apparently I don’t know how to count! So please, forgive me! This is the chapter 50! The other ones are in order, so don’t worry, but I until I find the culprit and change it please I hope you can understand how I suck at counting! Well For now, enjoy the chapter!

“Could you be the new sect master?”

I tried to understand what he was asking me. A sect master? This kind of title was for powerful people, not people like me. With my poor cultivation, I would be a joke of a sect master. I wanted to decline, but how to do it when a powerful being asked you that?

“No, she will not be your new sect master, old frog —my Master said firmly—. Her path is different, and she will be free to roam the world is she wants, not to be chained into the struggles of a sect.”

“But it’s better than a mortal or a quasi-mortal! —he retorted—. The sect is basically gone and she is the only one that knows about the situation and cares. If not her? Who? You?”

“Little frog, are you so old that your brain doesn’t work anymore? Think! Who can lead your own sect? Who do you think that have the power to stop any more loss of face? Who do you think it’s the better candidate?”

The turtle began to think and then realized. “Me? The sect master? I have never been a sect master. People call me ‘venerable founder’ for respect, but never because I was their leader. I can’t do it.”

The turtle was timid when he said that. He never thought that he could be the sect master, even if he was the older and most powerful being in the current sect.

“So this will be the end of the sect —my Master said as a matter of fact—. Even with their best effort, this sect will not reborn. You have lived enough to know how the things in the cultivation world are. You are the only one who can change that, if not, the legacy that you are so proud will end.

We can help you a little bit if you accept your role, but if not, after the tournament ended we will leave, and the sect will die.”

“Nothing in our world is permanent —spoke the turtle with regret—, all will change, even the Heavens. I was happy when his sons grew up, I was happy when they formed the sect, also when they told me to teach them. I was naïve thinking that the hearts of men would be always the same. When only the Sect master began to talk with me, I believed his words. When he put me in this so called “shrine”, I believed when he said it was for respect. At first he came every day and I was happy, and even when he started to come only once a year I was still happy thinking about the wonderful things he told me. When he didn’t come for years, I believed that it was because he was occupied.

Now the truth hurts, and I want to cry for all that is lost but you are right. If I want that the legacy still lives, I have to do it myself. If the hearts of man can change, this two thousand old turtle can also do it!

Little girl, please call the Sect Master and the Elder, bring them here. Things will change, they have to.”

45 Meditation

At the practice time, we gather the disciples and made two groups, one of the mortals and the other with the cultivators. Meng Shang would be the one who would teach the latter, and I the former. At first, I wanted t teach them, but he said that probably they will try to fight, and after losing to a junior much stronger than them, they would understand that they were nothing but newbies.

Meng Shang went to them to another part of the Sect, I saw their faces of contempt. He was right, and they would learn a valuable lesson that day. I stayed with all the mortals, they were expectant. They knew how powerless they were, and even that everyone else was mocking them, but they don’t had other option than to stay there. It was not only their sect, but their home.

“Do you know why you have to meditate?”, I asked to the children. Like kids, no one raised their hands, so I selected one to explain it. “We do it to become cultivators”, he said meekly.

“Yes, that’s true —I responded smiling at him—, but why we have to do that? Why meditation is important? You can meditate for all your life and never become a cultivator, so… what do you need to do to become one?”

Nobody said anything. This time I saw that they didn’t know the answer, they were trying to think about it. Even the elder who was with me, began to ponder. That was a little bizarre, but not unexpected.

“When you meditate to become a cultivator, you don’t do it thinking about becoming one. You have to meditate about yourself first. Do you understand why?”

“But teacher! —one of the kids interrupted— I know who I am. Why do I have to think about it?”

“Then tell me, who you are?”

“I’m Chen, I was abandoned at the sect an all my life have live here. I’m 8 years old and I want to be a cultivator.”

Abandoned? I looked at the elder and he slightly nodded. I had heard it that sometimes people did that, but hearing it, it was something different.

“Good! But that inly is half of the answer —I said calmly—. You are Chen, an abandoned kid who is rised by this sect and want to be a cultivator. What else? You are nothing more than that? Who are really you?”

Chen began to think, but every time he tried to say something, he stopped. I have to say that this question is difficult to answer, when my Master question me exactly that at the beginning of my meditation, I didn’t know how to answer neither. Only when I begin to introspect I see my soul seed I began to understand what I was. Even now that answer is difficult to respond, because being a cultivator is the way of knowing yourself and the universe. Not even great master could answer this question with all its complexity. But the first step to being a cultivator was to think about it. At least that was what my Master said.

“Does any have and answer of who you are? —I continued— if you have one, answer it. If don’t meditate about it. Try to do it all day, if you don’t have an answer by tomorrow, you don’t have to worry. Take it slow.”

The kids didn’t say anything and began to meditate. When I saw that they were really trying to think about it, I left. That was something that they have to do it alone. The elder went with me.

“When I studied here, no one said that to us —said the elder when we were far from the children—, meditation was always about being a cultivator and they gave us pills to help us become one.”

That surprise me, Meng Shang told me that there was this way to become one, but it was an easy one. Many of his family did that, but most preferred the other way. It’s was more difficult, but by beginning to understand the principles, then it would be easier to improve. But if was not frowned to take pills, everyone wanted power, and most don’t care how you do it.

“So the children who are cultivators, had taken pills?”

“Yes, he had a little, so we used in the ones that had better possibilities to become one.”

That made sense, and that was their qi was so poor. They have taken the path of pills, but still don’t know how to meditate, if they don’t they can’t consolidate their flux of qi. Probably the elder was the same. I wanted to see something that perhaps could help him. “Elder, I know is impolite to asking you this but… could I enter your innerself?” He was stunned for a moment, but he understand that I want to help him and nodded.

We went to an empty room, so nobody could see have we would do. Entering to the innerself of another person was not difficult, you only had to share a wisp of your consciousness to the other cultivator. Obviously he had to lower his mental barriers, for me to enter. The process went smoothly, and I could see how his inner self was.  

44 Turtle bites, Shell defends

“What do you think about our disciples?”, the elder ask while we were walking to the Sect’s repository.  “Senior, I’m new in the path of cultivation —I said honestly—, but what I saw was bad. Their mortal techniques had a lot of flaws. Their concentration is almost not existent so it difficult to them to meditate. Even the ones who are quasi-mortal are not in the best shape. Their qi is poor, their techniques are also bad, and I could see that they temper is not the best. I think that even a well prepared mortal could win in a battle with one of them.”

Meng Shang nodded, and the elder blushed. He knew that what I said was true, and he was ashamed because he was the one who has been teaching them. Nobody could blame him, with the conditions of the sect, there were not much that he could do. We walked silently to the repository. He gave me two elder tokens. They were necessary to enter the repository, without then a barrier would prevent entry to anyone. Meng Shang took one, and we entered.

It was a small room, with only tenths of books. The elder explained that many elders chosen by the Sect Master simply disappeared with many books. It was disgraceful, because they were chosen by their ethics and good disposition. It was a big blow to the already hit sect. “At least they couldn’t steal the core techniques —said the elder—, these techniques are guarded by a strong array, and only the Sect Master, a cultivator Sect master, can take it.

Well that was also bad for the sect, they had something that they needed by nobody to obtain it. It was really a terrible situation. ”This book will serve to know more about our sect, these are most basic techniques, and I can show you then if you like.” Like techniques were two: Turtle bites and Shell defends. The forms was a punch that destroyed a stone statue like is was nothing. “With more power —the elder explained—, it can even destroy steal as if it was paper.”

Next was the Shell defends. It was obviously a defensive technique. He ask me to hit him hard at the stomach. I wasn’t so sure about that, but he insisted, he said he would be fine. I didn’t use all my power, but it was not low either. If the hit landed, he could have a lot of broken ribs. I hit, but apart for step back some steps, he wasn’t injured. I was amazed, and asked how the techniques worked. He could only give me a few pointer and said that the rest we will have to study. Fair enough. It was good techniques.

After analyzing them, they were easier than we thought. Turtles bites was about to release your qi in an instant. I t was same thing similar as the knife my master have gifted Meng Shang, but with the fist. With a little practice, it was not difficult to do. Shell defends however was more difficult. It was about to condense your qi in a specific point of impact, so you could reduce the damage. If was not bad, but it require precision by doing so, and it was difficult to do when they were attacking you multiple times.

They were not bad, but the techniques that my Master gave us, were much better. Even if I couldn’t still use it. “ I like this Turtle bites —said Meng Shang to me—, it almost made it for me. I think that I will try to master it, and I think that it would be good if you master the other one. You have not master the one that the Goddess gave you, so at least you need something to protect yourself.

He was right. I couldn’t understand why my master gave me a difficult technique to learn. Every time that I tried to used, it exploded. Using opposite elements in an attack was very risky, and I couldn’t master the simplest things. For now this turtle techniques perhaps could be useful.

We study most part of the night, I realized that techniques and the mortal techniques that they were studied were like opposites. Mortal techniques were the base of the other ones, if you not teach the adequate, your other most complicated techniques will not be good, worse than mediocre. If they would use these techniques, we would have to change their form to train. We hoped, that this would not cause problems, but we knew that probably it would.

Another thing that we discovered, was that these techniques were only level one of three, and the other books detailing the other parts were missing. We hoped that the bad elders didn’t steal them, but for now, we could only teach what we had at hand. We prepared our methods, and we were almost ready to teach something to this kids.

And hope for the best.

42 The Turtle Metal Sect II

“Wait, are you telling me that from all the men who the Sect Master could pick up a fight, he had to do it with the City Master?”, Meng Shang spoke as surprised as I was.

“Yes —said the merchant—, I have always heard tales aout the City master. He is one of the most affable persons you will know. He is modest and he never use his fist first, but he is angry. Well, now you know.”

It was obvious why the new Sect Master used that condition to help us. They were very screwed.

“So this happened some months ago?”, I asked.

“Months? Years! Ten years had passed since that day —said the wife while munching some vegetables—. My uncle lived in this city when this happened, and he saw the tournament. It was a disaster for the turtle sect. Could you imagine? All their true elders were dead, half of the treasury was gone, the best disciples were exiled and even the Sect Master was a simple gardener! All their haughtiness was gone. And the disciples that remain were very shocked and they moral was low. They lost every match. Worst of all, the opponents, fought to restore the face they lost while losing the street brawls and while enduring the humiliation. The disciples of the turtle sect were almost crippled.

After that, most of then quitted. Who would wanted to stay there? To prevent that all the disciples leave, the Sect Master had to low the tuition so much that it is almost risible. Only people that don’t have too much money or abilities to be in a better sect stays.”

“But in ten years they always end in last place? —I asked—, the disciple are that bad?”

“There have been good prospects that achieved the semi-mortal stage, even a genius! The sect tried to pamper him when they discovered his abilities, but he moved to another sect that could give him more, that also happened to everyone else.”

“But they were formal disciples and they were not expelled, how they simply could quit the sect?” —asked Meng Shang. When you join a sect, you join for live. Even the people who were expelled from the city were still part of the Turtle Metal Sect. It was taboo to try to change sects, some ones could even kill the person who tried. Perhaps, in another city were nobody knows them, they could start anew in another sect, but here? I had to be impossible to do that.

“Nobody cares”, said the couple at the same time.

After thinking about, it made sense. It was a sect that lost all its face, didn’t have money nor power, and the most important person in all the city was against them. Who would care if someone move from that sect to another? The situation of that sect was much more critical than what I imagined. It was terrible, and now we were part of all that.

I really hoped that all this was worth it.  Really, really hoped.