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Chapter 259: Above the Heavens
🕑 Added 2024-02-20 02:00:04 +0000 UTC~~~
“Please don’t die, Senior Brother. I will feel really stupid if you die,” Shi Qingxia yells as she frantically tries to find a safe place.
It is not an easy thing to do. While nominally a fight between three people, the clash between the Fleshcrafter and the two new arrivals, who must surely be visitors from the other side, is more akin to a battle between armies. The Fleshcrafter has already raised hundreds of creatures to fight the many puppets that rise from the shadows, and that’s still not enough.
Mud dearly wishes he could bear witness to it all. Alas, he has hit his limit. Maybe not physically, but certainly spiritually. Even the simple act of raising his head to look at anything but the ground is beyond him right now, and asking Shi Qingxia to move to a better vantage point would be ill-timed. A single wrong step of hers would end in their death.
It is not so bad, Mud tells himself. Even if he cannot see the fight, he can sense the clash of their Qi. He hopes Shi Qinxia is able to appreciate it as well. Just sensing the way those three manipulate their energies opens his eyes to new possibilities. Truly, this is a blessed opportunity. Whether they manage to escape or not, it is enough for Mud that he has been able to bear witness to this in some way.
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No.
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There is no way this could be enough.
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Twice on the same day, he has been bested by people more blessed than he. Now, he is being protected by someone younger and weaker than he is. How can he say this is fine when he feels ashamed from the bottom of his heart? Is this all he amounts to? Relying on the kindness of strangers to draw his next breath? Depending on the whims of Heaven to see a new dawn?
He hates this.
From the bottom of his heart, he hates this.
Mud’s soul screams as he wills his body to move. His physical wounds are mostly healed, but his clashes with Bright Sword and the Fleshcrafter have left his soul very weak. Even so, he does not stop. Stand. He needs to stand.
Lay down.
His soul pleads with him. It cries and begs him to stop. Mud knows it speaks with sense. However, there is no room for sense in this. To live on with this shame would be unthinkable.
You will break.
That is probably true. He is too frail now. Too weak. All chipped and covered in cracks. All that he is. All that he has built. It teeters on the edge. To force himself now would cause him unspeakable harm. If he stands, he will break like clay.
If he stays down, he will die.
Not literally, of course. Nothing quite so grand. Mud is never grand, just consistent. If he stays down right now, that will be all he is. For the rest of his life, he will become that sort of pathetic existence.
If that is what awaits him after this, after all he has done, all he has endured…
Mud would rather die.
~~~
Ever since the incident in the Dead Plains, his life has become deeply infuriating.
The madman Xun Huwen, he can somewhat understand. As much as it pains him to admit it, that one is clearly a cut above the rest, even by the standards of the Sacred Lands. Besides, as infuriating as he had been, he never truly offended him.
But the other two?
A mere child took his creations from him as though he had been learning their arts since he could crawl! Someone who was not even in the Earth Realm was able to fight him off his body! Unthinkable! Inconceivable! He is dead now, but the Fleshcrafter will have a difficult time ever forgetting the humiliation.
Then there is the abomination.
A creation of the other side whose path was imposed on him by someone else. Such a twisted creature dared to stand in his way and fight him as though they were equals. That cannot stand. Killing him is his right and his duty. The Heavens agree, or else why would they put him in his path?
So why can’t he kill him?!
Why do people keep interrupting him?!
“Meddlesome fools!” he roars at the shadows. “What are you even doing here?! The treaty should not allow your presence in these lands!”
“Do you hear that, brother?” One of the shadows asks. “He has the gall to bring up the treaty when he’s the one doing whatever he wants in this country!”
“I heard it, brother. Quite shameless of him.”
“The Dead Ones always are.”
It is genuinely hard to tell if there are two of them or if it is just one person talking to himself. It is always that way with shadows. Though they had shown themselves when the fight began, he can no longer see them or sense their position.
All he can see is those damn puppets of theirs.
“I do not need to explain my designs to you!”
He summons the flesh on the floor to create more works of art. It is almost a waste to put them against puppets. They are nothing more than contraptions of wood and metal without a speck of beauty to be found in any of their mechanisms. They attack in predictable ways with blades and fire and a tedious amount of hidden projectiles, but his creations can adapt to all of that.
When one is cut down, two rise. When one is pierced, their flesh melts and is remade. Only the flames are an issue. He makes sure to target those first. Creatures as small as worms work their way inside those puppets and wreak havoc in their artless husks.
More puppets appear. More flesh is needed. He digs into his stores and lets them loose. It is hard to believe the room has space for everyone. The Fleshcrafter is fairly sure it didn’t when the fight began. The Storm Dragon must be giving them more space in recognition of their abilities.
If so, he will not misuse this opportunity. His creatures grow. Their lethality increases.
His vision sways. It lasts but a moment. Insignificant in the grand scheme of things, yet a reminder that he is not operating at full capacity. He should call on his Dao to finish things quickly, but turning this into a battle of Dao when he knows so little about his opponents would be ill-advised. He needs to force their hand first.
A shattering sound rings throughout the room.
All fighting ceases at once, and every single head turns. It is not a conscious choice on anyone’s part. The significance of the moment forces their attention. Even if they do not fully comprehend what is happening, they know they must look.
Flowers are blooming
On the floors. One the walls. Even on the ceiling. No seeds have been planted, but the flowers bloom all the same, scattering their pink petals to the winds.
He stands in the center of it all.
“I see…” the abomination says. His soul brims with power that he shouldn’t have. “Blooming requires pride… A prideless flower is no flower at all.”
For a moment.
For a second.
He finds him too beautiful to behold.
“Impossible!” The Fleshcrafter screams, raging at the unfairness of it all. “I just felt you shatter! Everything that you are should be gone!”
Abomination he might be, but that does not mean the basic rules do not apply to him. He had felt the poor state of his soul during their battle. The shattering just now should have been his twisted soul breaking like glass!
How is he standing?
“You are right. I did shatter,” the abomination replies. “It was necessary. I shattered, and so I was born.”
“T-that’s not… You can’t just… It’s not right!”
The Fleshcrafter stutters as he tries to put the heresy before him into words. One cannot just toss everything one has built on a whim! That’s not how anything works!
One of the shadows laughs at him.
“Why so surprised, Dead One? If a mechanism works, it is kept. If it doesn’t, it is repaired. If you cannot repair it, you throw it out. Don’t pretend you don’t do similar things when you play with corpses.”
“Do not pretend the scale of the things being compared is the same!” He hisses at the puppets. “Do you think I’d ever toss aside everything I have built?!”
“Ah, you’re a coward then. Fitting.”
The Fleshcrafter recoils as if struck.
“Coward? I am a coward? For daring to value what I have cultivated?”
He knows the shadow is merely trying to get a rise out of him. Despite his words, not even a shadow would break themselves like that. Still, the accusation galls him all the same.
That is why he nearly misses the blade about to pierce his throat.
One of the puppets snuck through his shadow, taking advantage of his distraction to get close. He glowers at it before smacking it aside. Spikes grow from every surface of his body, piercing the toy over a hundred times.
The abomination comes next.
It is, the Fleshcrafter notices, the first time the abomination has initiated any attack. No doubt, he has realized his arts will not work on him. However, changing styles will not serve him. With but a thought, the Fleshcrafter raises two walls of flesh to trap him in place.
He reels back from a blow he does not recall taking.
“What?” His hand goes to his mouth and finds blood there. Somehow, he is standing several feet back. ”How?”
“Interesting,” the abomination says, looking at his fist with curiosity. He looks at the puppets. “I understand that I have you to thank for my continued existence. However, it would please this Mud if you would refrain from further action.”
The Fleshcrafter’s face ripples violently.
“Mind your words. If someone did not know any better, they would think you are saying you can defeat me on your own.”
“That is exactly what this Mud is saying, yes,” the abomination replies.
One of the shadows laughs.
“Did you hear that, brother? I like it! However, we’re not so kind that we’ll give up our prey! If you think you can win, try to take it from us!”
“I will endeavor to do that then.”
“You artless swines!”
The flesh rises as he commands it to attack. Hundreds of creations are fashioned in an instant. He will not let these people make a fool out of him!
And yet…
And yet...
He destroys puppets by the dozens, but it doesn’t feel like he’s making a dent in their forces. Worse still, the movements of the puppets grow sharper. The shadows are getting used to his creations, and he does not have enough flesh to overwhelm them. He has already used too much for the army outside.
Then there’s the abomination.
That skill of his… this base trickery… It has changed somehow. He cannot defend from it.
Why?
Why is this happening?
Why is he losing?!
“No!” He roars! “Stay back, you dogs!”
He will not fall! Not here! Not in this insignificant palace to these insignificant people. More creatures. More beautiful. More! He needs more!
His eyes stray.
A single door just a few feet away. He can make it.
He flees.
~~~
Shame.
It is like a brand burned into his skin. He tells himself it was the only path forward, but that doesn’t lessen the humiliation.
He needs to rebuild his stock. It shouldn’t take long. There are two armies here. Once this spatial realm fades, he should be able to absorb them all. That should be enough to destroy those three.
A smirk appears on his face at the thought of what he will do once he’s out of this place.
It dies almost immediately.
“No…”
A lie. A ghost. A trick. It has to be. There is no way.
And yet, no matter how many times he blinks, the sight before does not change. His robes might be nearly in tatters, and he carries a woman on his back, but that is undeniably Qing Jin before him.
“How are you alive?!”
“That would be your fault,” Qing Jin tells him. “You focused too much on my physical body and not enough on my soul. A cultivator of your caliber should have known better.”
“You expect me to believe a child like you was able to master his soul to that degree!” He laughs and covers his face. “Impossible! This whole day is impossible!”
Yes, there is no way this can be happening. He’s tired, is all.
“A bad dream. It’s nothing but a bad dream,” the Fleshcrafter says.
“What is your real purpose here?” Qing Jin asks him. “When your creatures were fighting our army, you were not in complete control of them. Otherwise, leading them astray by using me as bait wouldn’t have been so easy. Is it because you were busy searching for something in the palace? Or because you already found it and were trying to think how to act without the Storm Dragon stopping you?”
“Enough!” He says, calling upon the flesh he has left. “I will not be taunted by a ghost. You were a fool to show yourself before me!”
Rather than looking scared, Qing Jin looks at him with an emotion he cannot decipher.
“Do you really not understand? Why you found me so easily the first time? Why you appear before me again?”
“I understand the Heavens are giving me a chance to fix my mistake.”
“The Storm Dragon is the only one who stands above the Heavens here,” Qing Jin says. “He guided your steps where it suited his purposes. Now, he no longer has a need for you.”
The Fleshcrafter finally understands what the thing in Qing Jin’s eyes is.
Pity.
His flesh leaps forth, latching onto the child and seeping into his skin. However, Qing Jin’s expression does not change. Instead, the rage on the Fleshcrafter gives way to confusion.
“What?” He cannot move his flesh inside the child’s body. “What is this?”
“Did you think you could toy with a dragon’s flesh in your state?” Qing Jin asks him. “Either way, you should have never attempted it.”
The Fleshcrafter’s vision blurs.
He falls on one knee. He opens his mouth but has no voice left.
Blood flows from his mouth.
“I had a feeling you’d try the same thing again, so I poisoned myself,” Qing Jin says, holding up an azure needle. “To me, this poison is an old friend. To you, it is death. I hope it is all you imagined it to be.”
The Fleshcrafter is not listening anymore.
~~~
Mini-Character List
Liu Jin: Our protagonist. Pals with poison.
Shi Qingxia: Former Disciple of the Eternal Flame Clan. Surviving.
Mud: Disciple of the Eternal Flame Clan. Blooming.
Fleshcrafter: Disciple of the Death Fashioning Scripture. Withered.
Alarming Shadow and Firm Shadow: Disciples from The Temple of the Thousand Shadows. Enjoying themselves.
AN
There is one more scene I wanted to try to fit into this chapter, but I ran out of time. It has been a seriously annoying week. That said, it’s probably for the better that scene is in the next chapter.
Comments
Jesse Shepard
“That is exactly what this Mud is staying, yes,” the abomination replies. staying -> saying. Tftc!
Logan Teague
I love this story so much. I need to go back and start over to re-read it all again.
octav
I have said it before on RR and say it again. Mud is an incredibly well built character in the scheme of this story and I am looking forward to seeing more Mud in the future. Well done author.
David Wei
Mud will be the one to rename himself if he does. It didn't fit his changed dao if he doesn't imo
Martin Toder
I hope we get to see the conversation between Mud and elder Xun about his new Dao. Maybe mud will give himself a new name? Maybe elder xun will give him one?
Martin Toder
He failed to do the impossible, he was unable to see the invisible and even if you handed him an oar, I don't think he could row, row, at all
Robert Davidson
Seeing the Fleshcrafter get turbo-dunked on is amazingly satisfying. And I like the fact that yet again Jin is using the Snake God's poison to take out a more powerful cultivator.
Robert Davidson
Mud can be some of the most fertile soil there is. And now he's growing into something new.
Robert Davidson
Personally, I love that the Patriarch failed to answer Jin's question. Jin asked *why* his words should matter more, not if they did. That was a hint to Jin's Dao, right there.
Robert Davidson
I have a suspicion that the incompatibility between Su An and Daji means that more of her remains than can be viewed from Daji's soul plane.
Robert Davidson
I've been waiting for this moment frome the instant Mud was introduced. His imposed Dao has been fertile soil to grow his own path.
Yshua
Speaking of good xianxia I’ve read a lot of it and as a random aside Desolate Era has to be one of my favorites. Doesn’t quite end strong, but it doesn’t stretch into meaninglessness quite like Martial World or True Martial World, as good as those are otherwise. I Shall Seal The Heavens has some great moments, but I feel a bit the same on that one by the end. Same for Coiling Dragon. It may be cultural mismatch, but nothing in those series quite lands like “Rain”. That was gleefully well done.
Yshua
Such a good chapter. > “It seems,” Patriarch Feng says. “My words do matter more than yours.” > […] > “You will be a wonderful cultivator.”
Blahful
He was targeting Jin. That might be reason enough. This poor shadow has one purpose. To look after his descendants.
burning_the_paper
I think whatever he did really, really pissed the Storm Dragon off - otherwise he wouldn't have dragged him through the metaphorical mud (pun intended), humiliated him at every opportunity, and toyed with him every step of the way. I feel a little bad for him. He had a rough life.
Brian Buslon
He's a lotus, a beautiful flower that comes from mud
Pete
It might still have similarity with his old one just inverted. People couldn't close the distance to him before now his enemy takes a hit he couldn't remember taking when the way was blocked. No idea though what do might come with ignoring the distance between you and the target
Blahful
Growth I think. Growth by reaching beyond his means.
Tristan A
Tyftc. I think one thing people have always discounted when they see Mud is his adaptability. Of course they could boil it down to the Elder just choosing a normal talentless individual and enforcing a Dao on them. But he never seemed that heartless to me. Instead I think he chose Mud because Mud has the ability to change himself in a way that other cultivators would consider death. Mud can be anything because he was nothing.
Kiwilord
I'm still waiting for his girlfriend to find him holding a peerless beauty but our MC not having enough time and asking her to hold the fox while he goes and fight
Further Beyond
174- Worth, Jin with Patriarch Feng
Wyv
Where is this from? God help me if it's from this very story lol
Moonkiller24
YESSSSS finally that fucker is dead. @Jin and Mud supremacy
Yshua
Ahhhhhh! That was so good! > “To me, this poison is an old friend. To you, it is death. I hope it is all you imagined it to be.” To me this joins “Rain” as one of the most epic lines of xianxia.
Kendelle Trotter
Probably a Dao of the Lotus, since they are beauty that grows from mud. Plus the flowers.
Larynx Punchworthy
I like how DFS doofus forgets that cultivation is all about defying what’s possible to do the impossible. No wonder he’s stuck playing with flesh dolls instead of getting more powerful
Robert Mullins
If it's a new one it probably something like 'bloom' or 'bloomimg'
Silverias
I think he cast aside his old dao entirely, shattering who he was, and now has a Dao of pride, or beauty, or some such.
Valerian
Hell yeah Mud. You have finally progressed and found a kernel of well deserved pride in yourself.
Robert Mullins
Did mud replace his futility dao with something new or did he just find a new aspect to it?
sapassde .
Incredible chapter, this is definitely one I'm looking forward to reading again in the future. The level of catharsis for everything here is like a better version of the one against Han. Here's hoping for a better coming week for you too.
sapassde .
"Talent is something you make bloom", I do love seeing this line of thinking in xianxia.
Derek Walker
In context, I read it as slightly more ambiguous: namely that any normal method to remove Su Daji’s soul would shatter Su An’s extremely fragile soul if only through backlash or second hand damage. But my argument was that his Dao can bypass collateral damage on Su An’s soul leaving it fragile but intact
DowagerOfVeils
It was noted in a previous chapter that, without Daji's soul, Su An's soul would shatter. Assuming Su Daji isn't just a corpse now, I expect he just defeated her. Maybe destroyed some aspects of her soul he didn't like or something.
GloryHound
This was the pay off we have been waiting for, for a Loooooong time. The length of the chapter was also perfect. Thank you!
Rehoboth Okorie
Such trolls
Rehoboth Okorie
The flesh crafter will disagree lol troll is a much better word
Blahful
Giga.
RSGA's Patreon
Well. The wait to see everyone trying to figure out how Jin is going to get around his death was one thing. This one is another entirely.
Blahful
Mud has bloomed into flowers after composting for 3 centuries.
Blahful
It's like everyone took a shit on the DFS dude. - Feng Zhi used him for stress relief. - Puppeteers used him for their reveal - Mud used him as the shounen boss fight to Zenkai. - Storm dragon used him three times ( Jin, Mud, Jin) - Jin is basically abusing this guy for power ups. - Jin is going to use him to likely repair Ann.
Derek Walker
Damn, that was fucking great! No word on Su A but I have a guess there. Lui Jin used his Dao to destroy Su Daji’s soul. But his dao only affects things he is opposed too, so that might have left Su An’s soul intact
Nyroe
WHAT HAS MUD BECOME?!? DIRT?! SAND?! MOSS?!? SOME SORT OF LYCHEN?!
Nathan Ganesan
Hype.
BlueMangoAde
Liu Jin and Mud are such chads.
Floyd
And so, the Fleshcrafter gets dunked on by absolutely everyone. Wonderful.
