Chapter 111 – Fading Traces (III)

Chapter 111

Fading Traces (III)

How do you recruit a former Demonic Cultivator that holds half the town ‘hostage’?

Slowly, I imagine.

It’s not like I can just walk up to her and go, ‘Hey, wanna join the Crusade of Monsters? Here, meet a Reincarnator!’

We hadn’t even seen her since the day she escorted us. A different girl delivered us breakfast every morning, and I’d check them all with my Creator’s Eyes–but all of them were just ordinary mortals with nothing unique or quirky about them.

Besides, she was still a secondary target, as it were; every day, all five of us went out and dispersed, trying to learn as much about the town, but also the region itself, as possible.

The kids continued to go to the main street, though I did have them start restocking a bit. Rather than using the Spirit Stones, I told them to use silver–the local currency–and mostly buy things that can easily be resold: textiles, gems, jewelry, and things that wouldn’t ‘rot’.

While they did that, I perused the area around the central square–it was quite ‘posh’, as it were, and there were a lot of streets that I clearly could not go into, as, if I did, there’d be guards asking why real fast. For those, I just spied from afar, catching a few cultivators with my Creator’s Eyes. They were mostly ordinary, however, with none being stronger than the fourth or fifth stage of Qi Condensation.

Long Tao… well, I have no idea what Long Tao was doing, to be honest. He’d be gone all day long just like the rest of us, but after the first day, he never ‘reported’ where he was going, and I never asked. I figured if it was important, he’d let me know. And since he wasn’t letting me know, it can’t have been that important.

It was on the fifth day of our stay that our routine was broken–it was the woman who brought the breakfast rather than a random mortal girl.

“Oh Madame Lu, please, come in!” I invited her in with the biggest smile I could muster, and she obliged, smiling back. She carried a large tray of your standard-fare breakfast of the town, as it were: some bread and unsweetened jam (RIGHT?!), rice porridge, and a piece of fruit for each one of us.

“Please, set it down here,” I said. “Would you like to join us?”

“Oh, no, no,” she chuckled. “I simply came by to see if there was anything not to your liking, Mister Lu.”

“On the contrary,” I said. “It’s well above what I expected. Your hospitality really is the town’s greatest secret.”

“Ho ho ho, if only,” she said rather vaguely. “None of my girls disturbed you?”

“Not at all.”

“Or captivated you?”

“… you jest, Madame Lu.” I put on a bitter smile. “I am a father of four, and I still love my passed wife dearly.”

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“Ho ho, men of your ilk are rather rare these days, Mister Lu; married, divorced, or widowed, it feels, their eyes always seem to wander places they shouldn’t.” Yeah, whatever. You think I have the mental power to think about sex and women? I barely have enough brainpower to contain the already existing thoughts. Any more and I might just snap.

Regardless, the kids started coming out, and before she left, I decided to finally use the Creator’s Eyes on her.

[–Creator’s Eyes used]

[…]

[Target is Anomalous]

[Analyzing…]

[…]

[Host can spend 100 CP to partially view the target; 10,000 CP for full disclosure]

Hm.

Hmm.

Okay, so she’s not just a former Demonic Cultivator. I’m really rapidly running out of the Creation Points at this rate, but…

[The host spent 100CP to partially view the target’s information]

[Target: Madame Lu (Su Jia)]

[Age: 89(939)]

[Cultivation: Crippled]

[Talent: Crippled (Former: ???)]

[…]

[Traits (Common, Rare, Epic, Legendary, Mythical, ???)]

[Death’s Daughter (???) — creature of unnatural birth. Fate unknown]