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DC 55

“Hello, my name is Tan Sai, pleased to make your acquaintance.” The girl yawned at Jiao and Fu after the baldie had taken his leave. Feng Jiao looked down at his mentor, looking down being something he didn’t do much since he wasn’t particularly tall, even as she looked up at Jiao and Bai Fu through her half-closed eyes.

The girl stood about as tall as Aideen’s human form had, nearly a head shorter than Feng Jiao, but her wild looking brown hair made her see...

DC 54

Working third shift this week, send your pity prayers to me!

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“Do you think that taking a nice little walk across the country entitles you to the colors? That because your mommy told you that you were special little girls, we’d just welcome you into the sect with open arms? Or, let me guess, were your mommies ex-members and decided to pass down their robes to you?” Feng Jiao was both amazed and horrified by the several different shades of red that the baldy shifted thro...

DC 53

“Alright, stay quiet.” The baldie put his hands behind his back and began slowly circling the group of children. Up close, Jiao was able to see the man more clearly. He had wispy brown hair that was so thin he may as well have been bald, hence the name, and was wearing a green robe so dark it may as well be black covered in vibrant green piping, shaped like leaves and vines. The same robe that Jiao and Fu were both wearing, but with the colors inverted and made of a cotton-li...

DC 52

The last couple of days walking passed in a near-silence. Every child could feel a slight suppression of their mood caused by the untimely departure of the elder in charge of their caravan. Although Elder Nufang had only told the soon-to-be outer disciples what was going on, she hadn’t told them not to pass the word around. 

Every child was concerned about what the changes in the sect would be and how it would affect their futures. Nobody wanted to be turned aw...

DC 51

Sorry I was gone for so long without word, never meant to take so much time off. Recently realized I had a drinking problem so I stopped drinking. Turns out that caused a new drinking problem, the new problem being that I have a much harder time writing sober. Anyways, I'm back (I hope).

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A caravan of children made their way through a mountain pass, following a well-traveled paved road. The trees on either side of the road reached up into the skies, taller ...

Druidic Cultivation | Fifty

Sect life starts next chapter.

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Eventually, Feng Jiao managed to escape the ire of the ever grudge-holding Elder Nufang, regaining his ability to sleep at night. Funnily enough, however, he found that his body had begun to function on much  less sleep than it used to. He’d find himself awake in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and would just slip out of the tent she shared with Duan Cao and Wang Jing to meditate. 

The radius of his sp...

Druidic Cultivation | Forty-Nine

“You’ve got to be kidding me, Feng Jiao. You seriously used an earth-grade medicine to attack the bottleneck for peak Awakening?” Elder Nufang was suddenly far less interested in talking than she had been before. Instead, her face was getting colored red, and not the good shade of red either, as her hands slowly started shaking.

“I- uh. No! I didn’t realize it was so valuable and I used it when I was opening my fourth meridian. But! But! I managed to open up three...

Druidic Cultivation | Forty-Eight

The night passed relatively quickly, with Feng Jiao sleeping in a two-man tent alongside Duan Cao and Wang Jing. The tent came from Xin Lee and was little more than a large, treated hide that he had stored in a storage treasure of his own. 

“Check it out, girl’s. My father gave me this storage ring when I awoke three years ago. It’s a top of the line copper-rated storage ring, holds two cubic feet and has a 20% weight reduction.” Xin Lee’s ring was flashier t...

Druidic Cultivation | Fourty-Seven

“Ah! Eh- Uh… Hello there, Senior Bai. Fancy running into you here, I was under the impression that you were not pledged to the God Tree.” After his initial bluster, Feng Jiao did his best to recover and make his face the picture of innocence. So long as one adamantly stood firm in the fact that they were innocent, the enemy should always believe that they meant no wrong! It was the only logical move to make. Unfortunately, judging by the malicious smirk on Bai Fu’s face, ...

Druidic Cultivation | Fourty-Six

Ended up making it long enough to fill its own chapter. Hope you enjoy.

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“Ah, little one. I see I underestimated your wealth. What a shame, really. Usually, by the time someone can afford a storage treasure, they will have a veritable trove of treasures built up.” The old raisin-looking man feigned thoughtfully stroking his long white mustache as he furrowed his brows. Had Feng Jiao not seen his change in expression while he emptied his rin...

Druidic Cultivation | Fourty-Five

Depending on how long the haggling goes, the departure of from the city might be tacked onto this chapter at a later date. 

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Feng Jiao approached the torn up rug with his two friends in tow, silently appraising the old man as the man started through Jiao. His milkey-filmed eyes told Jiao that the man was truly blind but his ability to track Jiao seemed to suggest the opposite. 

“Shoes off when you enter my shop, young ones.” The old man’s voice was...

Druidic Cultivation | Forty-Four

Place your guesses in the comments.

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After descending the stairs, Feng Jiao found himself in a familiar environment. He had a feeling from the way his bedroom looked when he woke up but he could now confirm he was once again in the Crow and Sun. The building was only four stories tall, not including the basement where food was cooked, and was a higher-end establishment in the city. Floor one was the common area, the second floor was private rooms and balconies, s...

Druidic Cultivation | Forty-Three

Jiao opened his eyes and found his surroundings unfamiliar. Blinking a couple times to try and clear his vision, he found himself lying on his back and staring at a marble ceiling of some sort. Jiao attempted to shift onto his side and found that nearly every single muscle group in his body decided to go on strike at the same time.

“Ugh,” A grunt of pain slipped from between his lips and, before he knew it, somebody was attempting to drown him in bed.

“Drink...

Druidic Cultivation | Forty-Two

1. I am not good at choreographing fights, something I hope will improve as I write in this genre.

2. Long chapter, didn't feel right to split it in half, although I could have pulled some typical xianxia filler type 

moves to figure it out if I wanted.

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The sun had scarcely risen above the top of the arena yet almost every seat was full. If one were to count, they’d be able to tell that it was easily more than there were the day before. 

This wa...

Druidic Cultivation | Forty-One

Considering changing Wang Jing's name to Wang Ren/Rin. Feels weird to keep saying Jing even though I know it is Chinese. It's funny sounding because I speak english, thoughts?

 https://www.strawpoll.me/18291573 

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By the time the boy’s bracket ended, the moon had progressed a large portion of the way through the night sky. Jiao’s victory was accompanied by a cacopho...

Druidic Cultivation | Interlude One

This will be placed between chapters 29 and 30. It's a bit of backstory for his grandfather and mother, as well as the crouching grass in general. meant to write it a while ago but life got in the way. 

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As the carriage slowly rolled on top of the Feng Family’s Banded Plateau, Kiya let out a heavy sigh from where he sat in the carriage driver’s seat. He’d spent the last few months following his grandson through the woods as well as escorting his ...

Druidic Cultivation | Forty

End of the month boys, if you're hopping off the train cancel now so you don't get charged for July, no hard feelings.

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Back in Sünfeng, Feng Nan stated, for all to hear, that the copper grade inventory ring that he put up as a reward was a single year’s worth of tax revenue for his city. It had to have been at least ten years of revenue, however, by Feng Zhipei’s estimate, it was closer to ten years of profit for the town and its subsidi...

Druidic Cultivation | Thirty-Nine

Sorry about the absence. I don't really have an excuse outside of the fact that my vacation ended, I started up on third shift (9pm-5am) and got ill on like, day two of work. Didn't have the energy or motivation to write, but that's not really an excuse for dipping out on you guys. In any case, heres the next chapter. 

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Two young children, ages apparently twelve-thirteen and fifteen, stood in the arena as step nine Mortal Awakening stage cul...

Drudic Cultivation | Thirty-Eight

Sorry for the delay, father's day took up my entire sunday and half of my monday (I got scammed into staying over and helping my father work on his homestead).  I've also been having several internet issues this week (you'd think that would help me write but apparently not) and will have a technician out tomorrow. Either way, here you go.

Ma Heise managed to seriously injure his opponent during the semi-finals. The top bracket was down to four competitors th...

Druidic Cultivation | Thirty-Seven

Only a couple more chapters left in the first tournament arc before we're off to the sect. I'm sure you've noticed that there's a lot less fighting and more character development going on than you expecting. Sorry if that's a let down, I just don't see the appeal in dragging a fight out for chapters or making every thirteen year old a martial arts expert.

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By the time that the losing bracket had finished up the fifth round, the sun completely descended over the ho...

Druidic Cultivation | Thirty-Six

He lost. This was his third life, according to Aideen at least, but it was the first loss that he could remember. Even when he was a young sapling with a sprawling root system, draining the energy and nutrients from every other plant on his mountain, he’d never lost a battle. Unless, of course, you counted the snake that Aideen rescued him from. Countless other predators had tried to approach him in the years that Aideen lived within his branches and each time he’d fended the...

Druidic Cultivation | Thirty-Five

Willow Mountain City was a large city when compared to the surrounding properties, that much everybody could accept. Whether it was Crouching Grass Village or Colville, or any of the surrounding properties, none of them could compare to the bustling size of Willow Mountain City, which is why they hosted the local awakening ceremony every year. 

Many of the surrounding properties participated in trade and ceremony with the city but there were always a few who did ...

Drudic Cultivation | Thirty-Four

Jiao smiled as he saw the determination in Yun’s eye. He had been arrogant, but Feng Jiao didn’t want to ruin his entire path by crushing in there, regardless of the words spoken. The fact that he was able to eke out a win so easily in his next match, as well as the motivation still present, reassured Jiao to the fact that whichever sect had selected him would still take him. It was hard to find someone with such motivation. 

The rest of the loser bracket mat...

Druidic Cultivation | Thirty-Three

The crowd was not silent, per say, but it took several breathes for the majority of the spectators to realize that Feng Jiao’s match had already concluded. After seeing the slightly larger than average Jixiang Yun’s match up against an under-aged and under-sized Feng Jiao, the majority of the spectators had started watching the fights in the other three sections. 

Only Nufang Mudan, the God Tree representative, had kept her eyes on the obvious impending lands...

Druidic Cultivation | Thirty-two

Taking a few weeks off work, should be able to pick up the writing pace a bit again. sorry for the last week and a half. I've never claimed to be a daily writer, but I had more issues than usual. If its a little messy call me out, I've been drinking a bit today

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Jiao was able to submit his name for the martial tourney without any major issues. The only sort-of hiccup he had was when the practitioner gave him a weird look after he marked dow...

Druidic Cultivation | Thirty-One

The week long trek back to Willow Mountain City passed quickly. The snow continued to fall from the sky and collect on the trees and road. Most days, Feng Jiao and his two friends could be found sitting atop the carriage as they meditated and cultivated. The children who had newly awakened to their Qi senses would chatter away as they animatedly discussed what they thought their martial spirits would be, or how large the city was going to appear. Their carriages, compared to those going to co...

druidic cultivation | thirty

“Maybe if we cut around the infected parts and shish kabob smaller morsels, put some antidotal herbs as a rub… no, no, no. that won’t work either.” Jiao spotted the old man standing away from the crowd, staring down at the boar as he pulled on his beard. Although he was muttering to himself, Jiao was able to make out the man’s thought process and couldn’t help but think that he was a bit eccentric. 

“Senior Alchemist!” Feng Jiao called over to Zhurou in order to kno...

Druidic Cultivation | Twenty-Nine

Feng Nian cradled his face and stepped off to the side, at a loss for words for one of the first times in his life. He’d been silent before and he’d sulked in the past, but never before had he been unable to actually formulate words to express his emotions, he’d always just elected not to speak them aloud. Now, after being struck by his father so publicly and decisively, he had nothing he could say, so he just sat there with his swollen cheeks in either hand. 

“You, Feng Ji...

Druidic Cultivation | Twenty-Eight

Look to the skies and rejoice, the face slapping has finally begun. Exposition Arc is coming to an end soon, I believe. 

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The sun continued to set as its journey across the sky came to a finish of the day.

“I’ve discussed it amongst our peers and it appears that we have a winner. Of all the samples presented here today, this grey-banded mamba gallbladder was the strongest creature slain, although not by much admittedly. Still, Feng Jiao is th...

Druidic Cultivation | Twenty-Seven

In the front of the group were three older looking men, led by a middle-aged man whom Feng Jiao already knew, Feng Nan. Of the three, it was impossible to tell what their true age was as it could be very deceptive. Any one of them could be a mortal of the age of 70, or a cultivator that made a breakthrough late in life and was nearly 140 years old. They could have ten years left alive, or sixty, or two weeks. Unless a cultivator made significant advancement on their path at...