Chapter 185: Lord Longsword
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Chapter 185: Lord Longsword
Jack opened his eyes, glancing at the dancing bonfire before him.
He was still inside the labyrinth, of course. It was just ridiculous what kind of resources people like Lord Longsword got. He had his own bonfire, fuel-free and foldable enough to fit in his pocket.
Despite the homely light, there were still dark brown walls around them. Stone under their feet. Monsters lurking just around the corner.
Jack scowled and stood, eager to stretch his feet. By the side, Bocor was lying on his back, sleeping like a log, while Longsword meditated cross-legged. On the slightest hint of Jacks aggression, he would stand and draw his sword in the blink of an eye.
Though Jack was technically their ally, they didnt trust him to keep watch alone.
He paced back and forth, keeping his footsteps light on the stone. The flames illuminated his bare chest and toned muscles, his dark hair, his deep eyes. The deadly fists he carried.
The torches on the wall were extinguished. Longsword insisted that his bonfire was more atmospheric and brought better results when meditating. It was truethough the bonfires calming effects were induced through the specially crafted incense stick in its center, not the brightness of its flames.
Jack sighed.
What am I even doing Is this what they call sleeping with the enemy?
It was already their second day together. After Jack agreed to join Longsword and Bocor for this ring, they had traveled in light silence. Jack was tense. So was Bocor. Longsword, on the other hand, was cheerful. Despite his rugged exterior and tattered mantle that might indicate a silent person, Longsword was always quick with small talk. He was witty and had his way with words, as well as a smile always tucked away, ready to be released at the first opportunity.
Lord Longsword wasnt just a strong swordsman. He was a charismatic man; a calculating, approachable genius. Despite his doubts, Jack found himself enjoying his talks with Longsword. The Lord always knew the right thing to say, making awkward silences seem like a distant memory. He had interesting and well-thought opinions on everything under the sun, and his sharp comments, humorously phrased, often provoked Jack into deep thought.
Of course, Jack wasnt an idiot. Throughout their many talksnot like they had much else to dohe kept his cards close, not revealing anything that Longsword could use against him. The Lord, on the other hand, seemed like an open book. He freely shared information about his sect and techniques, and even offered to give Jack battle training, though Jack refused that.
He still wasnt convinced. As pleasant as Longsword was, he was clad in a clear veneer of arrogance. Bocor was ignored. When Longsword addressed him, it was mostly to avoid seeming too distant. Obviously, this grated on the minotaur, who acted calm but boiled inside. Jack could see it clearly. So could Longsword, but he didnt care.
Jack kept his guard up.
What I wouldnt give for Brock, Nauja, or Salin
He sighed again.
Whats the matter? A cheery voice came from behind him. Fruitless meditation? Or, perhaps, something more private?
Jack turned to find Longsword still in a meditative position, but with his eyes open and a cocky grin on his lips.
Something like that, he replied.
Me too. Becoming an immortal is so difficult. Who would have thought?
Everyone?
Longsword laughed. I guess. But perspective changes when youre high up. For most people, becoming an immortal is a pipe dream. For me, its the bare minimum.Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
And you have fused many? Jack asked, fishing for information.
A good few. Its the eternal dilemma. The more power you reach for, the more difficult it is to claim. Its why many star disciples get stuck at the peak of the E-Grade for decades, or even forever. In fact, there is already a person from my generation in the Wide Swirls that has become an immortal. She only had one Dao Root, of course, but that was a good thing. She knew her limits. Right now, funnily enough, she is stronger than me.
He chuckled.
So you are trying tofurther fuse all your insights into one? Jack asked, frowning.
Longsword threw him a glance. Through narrowed eyes, he undoubtedly spotted Jacks complete lack of information, and chose to assist. Not an insight. A system of thought. A philosophy, if you will. A way of life and thought that perfectly combines all your understandings, defining your own, personal path through the Dao. It defines your life henceforth. Forming and cementing a path like this is the path to immortality, but it is also damn difficult.
He sighed in frustration, lost in his thoughts. That is what we Lords use Trial Planet for. The Garden Ring contains all sorts of wondrous treasures. The best ones can help us form our Dao Treeand it is those treasures we kill each other for. He then snapped out of it. Of course, that doesnt concern you. You are far from the peak of the E-Grade, where those treasures would be used, and you are also far from the power you need to contest for them. Dont worry, though. There are many precious treasures in Garden Ring. With my assistance, you could lay claim to some of the best.
Only if we are still allied in the next ring.
True. He smirked. But I dont see why not. Its not like Im asking for much, and were getting along just fine, arent we?
Jack chose to simply shrug in response. The more he observed Longsword, the more conflicted he became. This was clearly a great cultivator and a superficially pleasant companion. But, under all his gifts, was he actually a decent person?
Jack was not sure. You keep mentioning Garden Ring, he said, but thats only the eighth ring, right? What about the ninth?
The Final Ring? Longsword laughed. I know what youre thinking, Jack, but get it out of your mind. Conquering that ring is completely impossibleeven for Lords. The Garden Ring is the best we can get.
So even you, an ambitious Lord, arent even considering it?
I told you, its impossible.
Why?
Oh, youll see. In fact, its so impossible that many believe its only meant to beat us downa final exercise in humility, if you will. A lesson that no one is infallible.
Jack scowled. Thats so disappointing But I will still take a look, he added mentally.
I know, Longsword replied, smiling sadly. Jack didnt say anything more, and Longswords mood must have soured, because he returned to meditation a few moments later. So did Jack.
Not that he was actually meditating. He was just diving into his soul world and fighting Copy Jack, increasing his battle ability and sharpening his Dao usage at the same time. With all that practice, Meteor Punch already felt on the cusp of evolving again, and Jack had great plans for it.
Right now, he had fused two of his three Dao Rootsthough one wasnt really a Dao Root, and it had fused itself. That was enough to get a grasp of how the progress worked. Fusing a Dao Root meant integrating its Dao with his Dao Seeds. Essentially, it meant the complete fusion of the Dao Root into one of his Dao Skillsor, at least, thats how it had gone the previous two times.
So far, both of his fused Dao Roots had gone to enhancing Indomitable Body. That wasnt bad. The combination yielded an incredible skill. His bodys regeneration was off the charts, and its durability was also impressive.
However, Jack thought that was enough for defense. His remaining Dao Root was that of Power, and he knew just the skill to fuse it into.
Good old Meteor Punch.
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Chapter 185: Lord Longsword
Jack opened his eyes, glancing at the dancing bonfire before him.
He was still inside the labyrinth, of course. It was just ridiculous what kind of resources people like Lord Longsword got. He had his own bonfire, fuel-free and foldable enough to fit in his pocket.
Despite the homely light, there were still dark brown walls around them. Stone under their feet. Monsters lurking just around the corner.
Jack scowled and stood, eager to stretch his feet. By the side, Bocor was lying on his back, sleeping like a log, while Longsword meditated cross-legged. On the slightest hint of Jacks aggression, he would stand and draw his sword in the blink of an eye.
Though Jack was technically their ally, they didnt trust him to keep watch alone.
He paced back and forth, keeping his footsteps light on the stone. The flames illuminated his bare chest and toned muscles, his dark hair, his deep eyes. The deadly fists he carried.
The torches on the wall were extinguished. Longsword insisted that his bonfire was more atmospheric and brought better results when meditating. It was truethough the bonfires calming effects were induced through the specially crafted incense stick in its center, not the brightness of its flames.
Jack sighed.
What am I even doing Is this what they call sleeping with the enemy?
It was already their second day together. After Jack agreed to join Longsword and Bocor for this ring, they had traveled in light silence. Jack was tense. So was Bocor. Longsword, on the other hand, was cheerful. Despite his rugged exterior and tattered mantle that might indicate a silent person, Longsword was always quick with small talk. He was witty and had his way with words, as well as a smile always tucked away, ready to be released at the first opportunity.
Lord Longsword wasnt just a strong swordsman. He was a charismatic man; a calculating, approachable genius. Despite his doubts, Jack found himself enjoying his talks with Longsword. The Lord always knew the right thing to say, making awkward silences seem like a distant memory. He had interesting and well-thought opinions on everything under the sun, and his sharp comments, humorously phrased, often provoked Jack into deep thought.
Of course, Jack wasnt an idiot. Throughout their many talksnot like they had much else to dohe kept his cards close, not revealing anything that Longsword could use against him. The Lord, on the other hand, seemed like an open book. He freely shared information about his sect and techniques, and even offered to give Jack battle training, though Jack refused that.
He still wasnt convinced. As pleasant as Longsword was, he was clad in a clear veneer of arrogance. Bocor was ignored. When Longsword addressed him, it was mostly to avoid seeming too distant. Obviously, this grated on the minotaur, who acted calm but boiled inside. Jack could see it clearly. So could Longsword, but he didnt care.
Jack kept his guard up.
What I wouldnt give for Brock, Nauja, or Salin
He sighed again.
Whats the matter? A cheery voice came from behind him. Fruitless meditation? Or, perhaps, something more private?
Jack turned to find Longsword still in a meditative position, but with his eyes open and a cocky grin on his lips.
Something like that, he replied.
Me too. Becoming an immortal is so difficult. Who would have thought?
Everyone?
Longsword laughed. I guess. But perspective changes when youre high up. For most people, becoming an immortal is a pipe dream. For me, its the bare minimum.Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
And you have fused many? Jack asked, fishing for information.
A good few. Its the eternal dilemma. The more power you reach for, the more difficult it is to claim. Its why many star disciples get stuck at the peak of the E-Grade for decades, or even forever. In fact, there is already a person from my generation in the Wide Swirls that has become an immortal. She only had one Dao Root, of course, but that was a good thing. She knew her limits. Right now, funnily enough, she is stronger than me.
He chuckled.
So you are trying tofurther fuse all your insights into one? Jack asked, frowning.
Longsword threw him a glance. Through narrowed eyes, he undoubtedly spotted Jacks complete lack of information, and chose to assist. Not an insight. A system of thought. A philosophy, if you will. A way of life and thought that perfectly combines all your understandings, defining your own, personal path through the Dao. It defines your life henceforth. Forming and cementing a path like this is the path to immortality, but it is also damn difficult.
He sighed in frustration, lost in his thoughts. That is what we Lords use Trial Planet for. The Garden Ring contains all sorts of wondrous treasures. The best ones can help us form our Dao Treeand it is those treasures we kill each other for. He then snapped out of it. Of course, that doesnt concern you. You are far from the peak of the E-Grade, where those treasures would be used, and you are also far from the power you need to contest for them. Dont worry, though. There are many precious treasures in Garden Ring. With my assistance, you could lay claim to some of the best.
Only if we are still allied in the next ring.
True. He smirked. But I dont see why not. Its not like Im asking for much, and were getting along just fine, arent we?
Jack chose to simply shrug in response. The more he observed Longsword, the more conflicted he became. This was clearly a great cultivator and a superficially pleasant companion. But, under all his gifts, was he actually a decent person?
Jack was not sure. You keep mentioning Garden Ring, he said, but thats only the eighth ring, right? What about the ninth?
The Final Ring? Longsword laughed. I know what youre thinking, Jack, but get it out of your mind. Conquering that ring is completely impossibleeven for Lords. The Garden Ring is the best we can get.
So even you, an ambitious Lord, arent even considering it?
I told you, its impossible.
Why?
Oh, youll see. In fact, its so impossible that many believe its only meant to beat us downa final exercise in humility, if you will. A lesson that no one is infallible.
Jack scowled. Thats so disappointing But I will still take a look, he added mentally.
I know, Longsword replied, smiling sadly. Jack didnt say anything more, and Longswords mood must have soured, because he returned to meditation a few moments later. So did Jack.
Not that he was actually meditating. He was just diving into his soul world and fighting Copy Jack, increasing his battle ability and sharpening his Dao usage at the same time. With all that practice, Meteor Punch already felt on the cusp of evolving again, and Jack had great plans for it.
Right now, he had fused two of his three Dao Rootsthough one wasnt really a Dao Root, and it had fused itself. That was enough to get a grasp of how the progress worked. Fusing a Dao Root meant integrating its Dao with his Dao Seeds. Essentially, it meant the complete fusion of the Dao Root into one of his Dao Skillsor, at least, thats how it had gone the previous two times.
So far, both of his fused Dao Roots had gone to enhancing Indomitable Body. That wasnt bad. The combination yielded an incredible skill. His bodys regeneration was off the charts, and its durability was also impressive.
However, Jack thought that was enough for defense. His remaining Dao Root was that of Power, and he knew just the skill to fuse it into.
Good old Meteor Punch.
Chapter 185: Lord LongswordJack opened his eyes, glancing at the dancing bonfire before him.He was still inside the labyrinth, of course. It was just ridiculous what kind of resources people like Lord Longsword got. He had his own bonfire, fuel-free and foldable enough to fit in his pocket.Despite the homely light, there were still dark brown walls around them. Stone under their feet. Monsters lurking just around the corner.Jack scowled and stood, eager to stretch his feet. By the side, Bocor was lying on his back, sleeping like a log, while Longsword meditated cross-legged. On the slightest hint of Jacks aggression, he would stand and draw his sword in the blink of an eye.Though Jack was technically their ally, they didnt trust him to keep watch alone.He paced back and forth, keeping his footsteps light on the stone. The flames illuminated his bare chest and toned muscles, his dark hair, his deep eyes. The deadly fists he carried.The torches on the wall were extinguished. Longsword insisted that his bonfire was more atmospheric and brought better results when meditating. It was truethough the bonfires calming effects were induced through the specially crafted incense stick in its center, not the brightness of its flames.Jack sighed.What am I even doing Is this what they call sleeping with the enemy?It was already their second day together. After Jack agreed to join Longsword and Bocor for this ring, they had traveled in light silence. Jack was tense. So was Bocor. Longsword, on the other hand, was cheerful. Despite his rugged exterior and tattered mantle that might indicate a silent person, Longsword was always quick with small talk. He was witty and had his way with words, as well as a smile always tucked away, ready to be released at the first opportunity.Lord Longsword wasnt just a strong swordsman. He was a charismatic man; a calculating, approachable genius. Despite his doubts, Jack found himself enjoying his talks with Longsword. The Lord always knew the right thing to say, making awkward silences seem like a distant memory. He had interesting and well-thought opinions on everything under the sun, and his sharp comments, humorously phrased, often provoked Jack into deep thought.Of course, Jack wasnt an idiot. Throughout their many talksnot like they had much else to dohe kept his cards close, not revealing anything that Longsword could use against him. The Lord, on the other hand, seemed like an open book. He freely shared information about his sect and techniques, and even offered to give Jack battle training, though Jack refused that.He still wasnt convinced. As pleasant as Longsword was, he was clad in a clear veneer of arrogance. Bocor was ignored. When Longsword addressed him, it was mostly to avoid seeming too distant. Obviously, this grated on the minotaur, who acted calm but boiled inside. Jack could see it clearly. So could Longsword, but he didnt care.Jack kept his guard up.What I wouldnt give for Brock, Nauja, or SalinHe sighed again.Whats the matter? A cheery voice came from behind him. Fruitless meditation? Or, perhaps, something more private?Jack turned to find Longsword still in a meditative position, but with his eyes open and a cocky grin on his lips.Something like that, he replied.Me too. Becoming an immortal is so difficult. Who would have thought?Everyone?Longsword laughed. I guess. But perspective changes when youre high up. For most people, becoming an immortal is a pipe dream. For me, its the bare minimum.Nvl-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.And you have fused many? Jack asked, fishing for information.A good few. Its the eternal dilemma. The more power you reach for, the more difficult it is to claim. Its why many star disciples get stuck at the peak of the E-Grade for decades, or even forever. In fact, there is already a person from my generation in the Wide Swirls that has become an immortal. She only had one Dao Root, of course, but that was a good thing. She knew her limits. Right now, funnily enough, she is stronger than me.He chuckled.So you are trying tofurther fuse all your insights into one? Jack asked, frowning.Longsword threw him a glance. Through narrowed eyes, he undoubtedly spotted Jacks complete lack of information, and chose to assist. Not an insight. A system of thought. A philosophy, if you will. A way of life and thought that perfectly combines all your understandings, defining your own, personal path through the Dao. It defines your life henceforth. Forming and cementing a path like this is the path to immortality, but it is also damn difficult.He sighed in frustration, lost in his thoughts. That is what we Lords use Trial Planet for. The Garden Ring contains all sorts of wondrous treasures. The best ones can help us form our Dao Treeand it is those treasures we kill each other for. He then snapped out of it. Of course, that doesnt concern you. You are far from the peak of the E-Grade, where those treasures would be used, and you are also far from the power you need to contest for them. Dont worry, though. There are many precious treasures in Garden Ring. With my assistance, you could lay claim to some of the best.Only if we are still allied in the next ring.True. He smirked. But I dont see why not. Its not like Im asking for much, and were getting along just fine, arent we?Jack chose to simply shrug in response. The more he observed Longsword, the more conflicted he became. This was clearly a great cultivator and a superficially pleasant companion. But, under all his gifts, was he actually a decent person?Jack was not sure. You keep mentioning Garden Ring, he said, but thats only the eighth ring, right? What about the ninth?The Final Ring? Longsword laughed. I know what youre thinking, Jack, but get it out of your mind. Conquering that ring is completely impossibleeven for Lords. The Garden Ring is the best we can get.So even you, an ambitious Lord, arent even considering it?I told you, its impossible.Why?Oh, youll see. In fact, its so impossible that many believe its only meant to beat us downa final exercise in humility, if you will. A lesson that no one is infallible.Jack scowled. Thats so disappointing But I will still take a look, he added mentally.I know, Longsword replied, smiling sadly. Jack didnt say anything more, and Longswords mood must have soured, because he returned to meditation a few moments later. So did Jack.Not that he was actually meditating. He was just diving into his soul world and fighting Copy Jack, increasing his battle ability and sharpening his Dao usage at the same time. With all that practice, Meteor Punch already felt on the cusp of evolving again, and Jack had great plans for it.Right now, he had fused two of his three Dao Rootsthough one wasnt really a Dao Root, and it had fused itself. That was enough to get a grasp of how the progress worked. Fusing a Dao Root meant integrating its Dao with his Dao Seeds. Essentially, it meant the complete fusion of the Dao Root into one of his Dao Skillsor, at least, thats how it had gone the previous two times.So far, both of his fused Dao Roots had gone to enhancing Indomitable Body. That wasnt bad. The combination yielded an incredible skill. His bodys regeneration was off the charts, and its durability was also impressive.However, Jack thought that was enough for defense. His remaining Dao Root was that of Power, and he knew just the skill to fuse it into.Good old Meteor Punch.
