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"Da Ren, you insufferable cur! You have insulted me for the last time! I, Huoluo of–!" The yapping little brat folds like paper as you sock him in the gut. Your tanned flesh - a storied map of calluses, muscles, and labor - paints a stark contrast against the smaller man's snowy skin, extracting a wheezing little <span class="mu-i">bleurgh</span> from his sorely bruised lungs. Poetry in motion, as your Honorable Master would say. You miss her dearly; the only cultivator to ever flirt with the ideal of common sense, and the one who saved you from a short and messy life as a simple farmhand. Not for the first time today, you let out a melancholy sigh, your thoughts drawn yet again to that of your Master. A part of your subconscious stays alert to the surroundings; the brat's army of sycophants let out theatrical exclamations of surprise, dismay, and anger, though it's mostly some combination thereof. A crowd like this makes for a fine backdrop to the sect's stone courtyard; the fresh pink of the budding treeblossoms almost makes you want a drink. Right on cue, two particularly wispy-looking fellows step up, one to drag away the "young master" ingloriously foaming at the mouth, and the other to point an accusing finger at you. You immediately tone him out and start digging at your ear. This only seems to make him angrier; he actually begins hopping up and down, the dyed silk of his violet robes flapping like the fan of a peacock. It's amusing for a couple of seconds, but thoughts of your Master convince you to hurry things along. "-dare! Sneak attacks are the act of a cowardly wretch!" Damn, that's a nice shade of red on his face. "So, uh, are you gonna challenge me to a fight or what?" As you speak, you idly flick away the earwax stuck to your pinky. Disgust flashes across his face but disappears as quickly as it comes, replaced by a sneering superiority that makes Mook B - that's what you're calling him now - resemble nothing so much as a particularly ugly pug. "Very well! This one shall show you that–!" [1/2]
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:Ne7GYtiL Fri 03 Mar 2023 15:49:42 No. 5587567 Report Quoted By:
"Don't care," you mutter. Mook B is already going through the 5-second windup for some flashy technique, but that's an <span class="mu-i">eternity</span> in combat, and you step in with a lightning-fast jab that snaps his head back. Without any Qi to reinforce it, though, all it does is stun the cultivator. That's fine. You're not done yet. He stumbles back a half-step, luminous wisps of channeled Qi streaming from his fingertips to disperse harmlessly into thin air. With a twist of the hips, you put your back into a follow-up right cross, your dinner-plate sized fist rocketing straight into the smaller man's nose. Something breaks, but you're still moving; setting your foot flat, you twist again, chambering and releasing a devastating left hook that clocks him across the chin. He soars across the courtyard as if riding a flying sword, crashing to an unmoving heap about ten feet away. You shake your head. "Kid must've weighed less than 100 pounds. Don't they feed you at home?" No one responds, too busy staring at Mook B's mangled remains… Nah, you're just kidding. He's still alive. After all, you're merely at Body Refinement, whereas both your opponents were esteemed Qi Condensers. You loudly clap your hands. It's rather funny, watching the crowd flinch in sync, but you've got places to be. "Scram!" With that, the crowd scatters, fleeing beneath your looming shadow. You're pretty sure you heard a couple of girls crying, but eh, who cares. Damn, they even left Mook B and… uh… You'll just call him Moneybags. He's supposed to be rich, right? Sitting at nearly seven feet tall and 340 pounds, you tower over your fellow cultivators, an oak tree in the midst of bamboo reeds. Unfortunately, only mortals would be intimidated by a difference in physique; after all, under the influence of Qi, even the smallest ant can overcome heaven's peaks. What is there to fear from simple fists when one can spit fireballs and summon lightning? You are but a lumbering giant, slow moving and brittle. So what if you have a solid foot on everyone else? The higher they are, the harder they fall, after all. That's probably what everyone else is thinking, though you might be a bit too charitable for assuming anything resembling thought passes through their thick skulls. Well, no matter. Even if the only language people speak is violence, that's a tongue you're quite fluent in. You had the best tutor for it there was. You chuckle to yourself. "'A single step is the difference between heaven and earth,' indeed." So what if you're still at Body Refinement? These punks are only at Qi Condensation. You can't let something like that stop you in your tracks. Carrying the banner of your Honorable Master's name on your back, you shall teach the heavens humility. [2/3] underestimated length of post whoops
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:Ne7GYtiL Fri 03 Mar 2023 15:50:42 No. 5587572 Report [Select one.]>To the winner go the spoils! Strip-search your opponents for anything valuable. Your master would do the same! That's how she built her treasury. >Eh, you've caused enough trouble for today. Make your way over to the canteen; you're still in a bit of a mood, and nothing reminds you of your master the way alcohol scorching your throat does. >Write-in? — And before we continue… Do you want mechanics in your story?>I'm here to read, not do math, chief. (Narrative) >I'm feeling lucky, punk. Hail to the Dice God! (Bo3 d20) >How do you feel about Microsoft Excel? (Crunchy Mechanics, will be explained in a follow-up post)
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:Ne7GYtiL Fri 03 Mar 2023 15:52:55 No. 5587574 Report Welcome to FACEPUNCH QUEST, set in a pretty much bog-standard xianxia setting, implausibly large supercontinents and all. You play as Da Ren (Big Guy), a Physical Cultivator who specializes in the fine art of bare-handed fisticuffs, gives no fucks, and hates cultivator culture with a passion. This is a love letter to all you readers sick of headache-inducing political plots and just want to punch your problems in the face until they go away. Talking is NOT a free action, and Da Ren is happy to teach this fact to the vast tide of annoying young masters, bitchy jade beauties, and tyrannical senior elders that come his way. It's high time the heavens got humbled. Updates whenever I've got time, though I'll aim for every other day. For a day-1 special, though, I'll be updating two or three times today! Look forward to it. Ah, and one more question: how MANLY do you want to be?>My name is Billy Herrington. (Your muscles are the muscles that will pierce the heavens.) >Keep it simple. (Comedy is overrated.)
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>>5587572 >To the winner go the spoils! Strip-search your opponents for anything valuable. Your master would do the same! That's how she built her treasury >I'm feeling lucky, punk. Hail to the Dice God! (Bo3 d20) Anonymous
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>>5587572 >Strip em >Feeling lucky If you are able to keep up the comedy, do so. If not, then don't.
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>>5587572 >To the winner go the spoils! Strip-search your opponents for anything valuable. Your master would do the same! That's how she built her treasury. >I'm here to read, not do math, chief. (Narrative) Anonymous
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>>5587574 >My name is Billy Herrington. (Your muscles are the muscles that will pierce the heavens.) Anonymous
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>>5587572 >To the winner go the spoils! Strip-search your opponents for anything valuable. Your master would do the same! That's how she built her treasury. >I'm feeling lucky, punk. Hail to the Dice God! (Bo3 d20) >My name is Billy Herrington. (Your muscles are the muscles that will pig8dykerce the heavens.) Anonymous
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>>5587572 >To the winner go the spoils! Strip-search your opponents for anything valuable. Your master would do the same! That's how she built her treasury. >How do you feel about Microsoft Excel? (Crunchy Mechanics, will be explained in a follow-up post) Depending on how those crunchy mechanics are, it could be fun.
>Keep it simple. (Comedy is overrated.) UltraQm !2/GHlARf6k
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>>5587574 >To the winner go the spoils! Strip-search your opponents for anything valuable. Your master would do the same! That's how she built her treasury. >But also carry them to the infirmary/a couch or something. >>I'm feeling lucky, punk. Hail to the Dice God! (Bo3 d20) >My name is Billy Herrington. (Your muscles are the muscles that will pierce the heavens.) Here's hoping we
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>>5587574 Oh didn't notice there was a new cultivation quest!
>My name is Billy Herrington. (Your muscles are the muscles that will pierce the heavens.) LET US BE A WINGED TIGER, URAH!
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>>5588128 Oh, forgot the first half of the vote, I'll right this mistake immediately.
>To the winner go the spoils! Strip-search your opponents for anything valuable. Your master would do the same! That's how she built her treasury. and
>I'm feeling lucky, punk. Hail to the Dice God! (Bo3 d20) Can't wait to see where this goes
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>tfw the idea is a real life guy in a movie style world Talk about easy mode.
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Sat 04 Mar 2023 04:47:38 No. 5588250 Report Quoted By:
Ended up unexpectedly busy with cramming for a midterm tomorrow, sorry for the late response. Closing votes and writing now!>What do Stripsearch by a landslide. Let no noble pass unmolested!>Mechanics Narrative: 1 RNJesus: 5 Numbers For Days: 1 I see you all like to play dangerously.>Comic Events DEEP DARK FANTASIES: 4 Play It Straight: 2 Do What You Want: 1 I'll try and strike a balance. Comedy when it's appropriate, but won't shy away from it.
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Sat 04 Mar 2023 09:02:26 No. 5588435 Report Quoted By:
>To the winner go the spoils! >I'm feeling lucky. (Bo3, d20) >Aniki would be proud. You sweep the area with your gaze one last time, ensuring that there’s no one left to interrupt you. Satisfied with what you don’t see, you approach your unwilling benefactors in a few quick strides, cracking your knuckles in eager anticipation. “Alright, then…” you murmur, eyes glinting. “Let’s see what you’ve got.” The two men moan and groan as you turn them onto their backs. Even with Mook B’s improved health as a practicing cultivator, you doubt he’ll be waking up anytime soon. In contrast, Moneybags is already beginning to stir. Not because he’s any less injured - a gut punch from you is sure to bruise a couple of organs, which tends to be a lot harder to fix than a concussion and broken nose - but by sheer dint of having a better foundation. He has resources. You… don’t. For various reasons. There’s an easy way to fix that. You squat on his chest before he can get any funny ideas. He makes a sound like a squeaky toy and his eyes bug out a bit, but the esteemed young master manages to avoid immediately passing out again. Not bad! Moneybags lets out a choked gasp as you paw at his clothes, and a wonderful shade of vermillion blooms across his face. "Y-you! What do you-!?" His haughty voice cracks, panic bleeding through. Though you'd normally be happy to knock him back out again, something forces you to consider alternative routes. A viridian ring carved of quality jade sits snugly upon his index finger, next to a far less interesting signet. That's a goddamn storage ring, a complex piece of charmcrafting that manifests its own pocket of personal space. Though this function in and of itself isn't anything too rare, what distinguishes the esteemed ring from a sealing scroll or talisman is its compact nature, reusability, and - above all else - its privacy. The owner of a ring may restrict its contents, allowing access only to those who meet an established set of criteria, typically none but the owner themselves and any next of kin. Holy <span class="mu-i">shit</span>, Moneybags is loaded beyond belief. His family was really willing to give something like this to a newbie cultivator? Now <span class="mu-i">this</span> is a chance you can't let escape. You pause in your looting and flash the noble a winning smile. "Actually, it's better for me if you're awake." [1/4]
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Sat 04 Mar 2023 09:03:26 No. 5588436 Report Quoted By:
For some strange reason, this only seems to make the man flush even harder. He gapes at you, lips flapping, but the only sound he makes is a faint keening reminiscent of air escaping a balloon. As per your usual response to things that confuse you, you ignore the issue and barrel on. "Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. What would you prefer?" The noble puffs up and inhales, presumably in an attempt to overturn your threat, but fails miserably on account of his injured lungs and the fact that your sizable mass is currently pressing down on his ribcage. After a brief struggle - mostly internal on his part - he visibly deflates and looks away, biting his lower lip. "Out here? In–in broad daylight?" You raise an eyebrow. "Naturally. " What, was he worried about the impact to his reputation if word got out that you beat him? Bit late for that, really. "Relax. It's not like there's anyone watching." He shudders, raising a sky-blue sleeve in an attempt to cover his face. "P-please, be gentle…" he pleads, whispering. You hum dismissively, too busy appraising the cloth with an appreciative eye. Even after bouncing along the ground and getting scuffed, it looks nearly pristine. You'd need to stitch together about three more copies for it to even begin to fit your frame, but there's little doubt in your mind that you could sell it for a pretty penny. With how dry your finances are… Mm. Tempting indeed. Shaking your head, you force yourself to get back on track. "Sure, sure. What, is this your first time?" Chuckling, you move lower, dipping your hands into Moneybags' silken pockets. Though, with the revelation of his ring, you don't expect to find much. [2/4]
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Sat 04 Mar 2023 09:04:43 No. 5588438 Report Quoted By:
Of course it'd be his first time getting robbed! Someone born with a silver spoon in his mouth like him wouldn't have the slightest familiarity with bandits–not like you do. Living on the Frontiers, they'd always appear, one way or another. Most of them were farmers and laborers like you once were; poor sods brought to ruin by some cruel combination of the weather, rampaging Spirit Beasts, or simply getting caught up in a petty fight between passing cultivators. Lucky enough to survive in the latter case, but likely left without land to call their own. Hm. Yep, looks like there's nothing much. A couple of recovery pills and some shiny silver talents, all of which you'll be swiping, but that ring is the real treasure. Time for the main course. You lean in close, adopting your best attempt at a cajoling tone. "Now then…" Moneybags whimpers beneath you, eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Ooh…" "...Show me what's in that ring!" You can't hide the gleeful delight in your voice, eager anticipation filling your very soul. The nobleman freezes at your command, peeking up at you through his fingers. He looks down at himself, then back up at you. "Wait, you–you were just after my money?" The blush rapidly fades from his face as disbelief takes its place, but even that is soon exchanged for an intriguing combination of self-loathing and consternation. You blink at him, nonplussed. "Yeah. Now open it up. Show me the goods, boy." "You–! <span class="mu-i">You!</span> Ugh!" Moneybags throws his hands up in disgust, and in a surprising display of cooperativeness, angrily acquiesces. Upon twisting the ring clockwise, a sea of sparkling cerulean light descends upon your immediate surroundings, quickly coalescing into several items. Your hands clench in barely-restrained delight, a sparkle in your eye. [3/4]
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Sat 04 Mar 2023 09:10:04 No. 5588442 Report [Select two.]>Bottle after bottle of pills, poultices, and various other compounds. Cultivation aids, medicinal ointments, and even a couple of rare reagents. There's practically a full apothecary in there. (+20 to your Spiritual Advancement Roll, can immediately begin to learn Pill Refining) >A gorgeous pair of gauntlets, perfectly suited for your preferred method of combat. Moneybags begrudgingly informs you that they're reinforced with their own Qi, so you don't even have to be at Condensation yet to make the most of them. Can morph into... yet another ring, for portability. (+3 to all combat rolls. Nice.) >Money. It's just raw, hard cash, and it's more in one place than you've seen in your entire life combined. By the Seven, that's a lot of cash. Like, a really incredibly stupid amount. (Everything you can do with cash. Consider this a blank cheque.) >Gimme Dat Ring. (Moneybags will forever be your rival (self-proclaimed). Cannot be taken with Your Name.) >Your Name! (Moneybags will owe you a favor. Bound by the silly notion of his family's honor and dignity, he is obliged to fulfill this favor to the best of his ability, and abide by its spirit, not its letter.) >Write-in? (Must be approved.) [4/4]
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>>5588442 >Bottle after bottle of pills, poultices, and various other compounds. Cultivation aids, medicinal ointments, and even a couple of rare reagents. There's practically a full apothecary in there. (+20 to your Spiritual Advancement Roll, can immediately begin to learn Pill Refining) Being natty is for chumps
>A gorgeous pair of gauntlets, perfectly suited for your preferred method of combat. Moneybags begrudgingly informs you that they're reinforced with their own Qi, so you don't even have to be at Condensation yet to make the most of them. Can morph into... yet another ring, for portability. (+3 to all combat rolls. Nice.) Need that driiiiip
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>>5588445 Also, Moneybags is totally a cutsleeve. He seemed a little too excited to be ravaged by our brutish self, in broad daylight no less.
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>>5588442 >Bottle after bottle >Pair of gauntlets I want the ring. But we can get that later.
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>>5588442 >A gorgeous pair of gauntlets, perfectly suited for your preferred method of combat. Moneybags begrudgingly informs you that they're reinforced with their own Qi, so you don't even have to be at Condensation yet to make the most of them. Can morph into... yet another ring, for portability. (+3 to all combat rolls. Nice.) >Gimme Dat Ring. (Moneybags will forever be your rival (self-proclaimed). Cannot be taken with Your Name.) Anonymous
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>>5588442 >A gorgeous pair of gauntlets, perfectly suited for your preferred method of combat. Moneybags begrudgingly informs you that they're reinforced with their own Qi, so you don't even have to be at Condensation yet to make the most of them. Can morph into... yet another ring, for portability. (+3 to all combat rolls. Nice.) >Gimme Dat Ring. (Moneybags will forever be your rival (self-proclaimed). Cannot be taken with Your Name.) Anonymous
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>>5588442 >>A gorgeous pair of gauntlets, perfectly suited for your preferred method of combat. Moneybags begrudgingly informs you that they're reinforced with their own Qi, so you don't even have to be at Condensation yet to make the most of them. Can morph into... yet another ring, for portability. (+3 to all combat rolls. Nice.) Anonymous
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>>5588442 >bottles >gauntlets Anonymous
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>>5588442 >Bottle after bottle of pills, poultices, and various other compounds. Cultivation aids, medicinal ointments, and even a couple of rare reagents. There's practically a full apothecary in there. (+20 to your Spiritual Advancement Roll, can immediately begin to learn Pill Refining) >A gorgeous pair of gauntlets, perfectly suited for your preferred method of combat. Moneybags begrudgingly informs you that they're reinforced with their own Qi, so you don't even have to be at Condensation yet to make the most of them. Can morph into... yet another ring, for portability. (+3 to all combat rolls. Nice.) FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ
FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Sun 05 Mar 2023 20:03:34 No. 5590237 Report Votes closed! Tallying...>Loot selection Protein Powder: 4 Gauntlets: 7 Cash: 0 Storage Ring: 2 A Favor: 0 A little bit of creatine never hurt nobody.
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>>5590237 Who is this "Nobody"? Is he strong? He must be if he is as invulnerable as you say.
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Tue 07 Mar 2023 00:38:43 No. 5591551 Report Quoted By:
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Tue 07 Mar 2023 04:52:11 No. 5591891 Report Quoted By:
>Bottle after bottle of pills, poultices, and various other compounds. >A gorgeous pair of gauntlets, perfectly suited for your preferred method of combat. The sheer volume of wealth surrounding you takes your breath away. It is nearly a physical blow to your sensibilities, a proud monument to the gap that separates the common man from those above him. And now, a little slice of that pie is yours. You resist the very real urge to swan-dive into one of the many mountainous piles of talents manifested. With a herculean effort, the monstrous greed inherent to all cultivators is quashed within your soul. Yes, Moneybags challenged you - for a reason you've already forgotten, assuming you knew to begin with - and lost, which means these goods are yours by right of conquest. But claiming the entirety of his riches would be a step too far, an insult against some fancy-pants clan that those further along the Path could not possibly overlook. As you are right now, that is not an offense you can afford to make. Not yet. Those are expensive heights to reach, after all. And so, it is with a heavy heart and lingering gaze that you pass by the shimmering talents and pure ingots, your gigantic form carving a trench through the sea of gold. Absentmindedly, you pick up Moneybags by the scruff of his neck, tossing him over your shoulder with a high-pitched yelp. "Wha–!? Unhand me!" Tiny fists beat at your broad back, strengthened by righteous indignation. They actually sting a little–no surprise there, considering Moneybags is technically your superior in cultivation, but without Qi reinforcing his blows, you easily shrug them off. Frowning, you stop and roll your shoulders, jostling the smaller man from his unwilling perch. "Settle down, won't you? I'm a pretty reasonable guy–" "<span class="mu-i">As if!</span>" [1/4]
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Tue 07 Mar 2023 04:54:14 No. 5591895 Report Quoted By:
You blithely ignore his interruption. "-So I won't take <span class="mu-i">everything</span> from you." Moneybags settles down a little at that, no longer kicking. Seems he's still attached to his wealth. Chuckling a little, you continue speaking. "I doubt you would've extended the same kindness to me; I suppose I'm being the <span class="mu-i">bigger man</span>, here." Your charge twists around to look at you, scornful disbelief oozing from his every pore as you shamelessly laugh at your own terrible joke. With every crystal bottle and carefully preserved reagent you pocket, the noble twitches; it's not long before he works up the will to speak again. "Ugh… This is so humiliating…" he mopes, slumping over bonelessly. You lift a porcelain jar over your head, peering up at its bottom. "It'll go by faster if you tell me what's worth picking out." Moneybags lets out an aggravated sigh. "What, and–" The container seems thimble-sized in your grip, but beyond a decorative dragon glazed in some light-green pigment, it lacks any other identifying features. With a shrug, you pop the cork off with your thumb and upend its contents straight into your mouth, smacking your lips appreciatively as the liquid hits your gut. Your companion cuts himself short, his face purpling with shock, horror, and raw indignation. "Do you have <span class="mu-i">any</span> idea what you just drank!?" You fire back with a cheery smile. "Nope! But I must say, you've got a lot of compounds and the like in that ring." A part of you is tempted to take that, too, but that'd <span class="mu-i">really</span> land you in hot water; his family might overlook petty squabbles between lesser immortals, but nabbing a treasure like that… Well. Smaller clans have gone to war over such. Oblivious to your musings, Moneybags helpfully explains the significance of your actions. "That was twenty four ounces of Gallows-Seeking Scorpion venom, found only in the Geian Desert! Aged for 25 years! Wait, <span class="mu-i">how are you not dead!?</span>" Nodding sagely, you let out a nostalgic sigh. "Ah. Poison, huh? Explains the burn. Yeah, that brings me back. Master would feed me all kinds of stuff…" Your stomach rumbles, and you barely suppress a full-body shudder at the memory, but you manage to gather yourself back together in time to catch the tail end of Moneybags' exasperated expression. "Fine. Fine! You're a monster," he says, seemingly defeated. [2/4]
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Tue 07 Mar 2023 04:55:31 No. 5591899 Report Quoted By:
Heh. If only he knew. Master was a <span class="mu-i">real</span> monster; to be precise, an Enlightened Beast, the result of those rare moments where a base creature was born with the spark, and could thus cultivate–yet also lucky enough to avoid Qi Deviation, preserving her sanity and reason in the process of pursuing immortality. For a species so hellbent on defying the heavens, cultivators seemed to rely on an awfully large amount of luck. Idly, you raise a silk sachet to your face, taking a cursory whiff of its contents. A bitter herbal stench pervades your nostrils; eyes watering, you quickly drop the pouch. Hanging on your shoulder, Moneybags watches you bumble about with a terribly dissatisfied look on his face. This routine continues for another few minutes before he lets out an explosive, frustrated sigh, and swats your back for you to let him down. Finally. You were wondering how much longer you'd have to act. You hide a smile as Moneybags turns to face you, hands on his hips and an indignant frown on his lips. "Honestly! I can't let this keep going. Do you know <span class="mu-i">nothing</span> about Alchemy?" Before you can respond, he crouches to pick up the sachet you dropped, blue sleeves fluttering with every movement. Standing back up, he attempts to shake the pouch in your face, but even on his toes he fails to reach your collarbone. That doesn't seem to put him off any, though. The noble adopts a lecturing tone with a familiar ease. "I mean, how could you fail to recognize something as simple as Clarity Tea? What, were you planning on advancing to Qi Condensation without any supplements?" You scratch the back of your head somewhat awkwardly. "Er–yes?" Frankly speaking, your master never really gave you much in the way of compounds and the like; you clawed your way to Body Refinement via the raw consumption of Qi-endowed beasts, which you had to defeat with your bare hands. Quite the feat for a mortal, as you understand. Moneybags whips around to stare at you, eyes wide with shock. "Ye–? Are you <span class="mu-i">trying</span> to cripple your own foundation?" With that, he chucks the pouch at your face, then begins rummaging around in a nearby pile. After a while, he emerges with a thick, hidebound book and thrusts it in your hands. You furrow your brows, struggling to read its title. Fifteen years as a farmhand left little time for you to learn your words, and the following decade spent training under your master involved far too many life-or-death scenarios for you to worry about anything else. Just as you begin to mouth out <span class="mu-i">The Heart and Essence Vol. I</span>, Moneybags jabs a finger at you imperiously. "You! Will! Study this! I, Huoluo of the Vermillion Clan, will not stand to have some uneducated <span class="mu-i">bear</span> as my nemesis!" [3/4]
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Tue 07 Mar 2023 04:56:40 No. 5591903 Report [Select one.]>Uh-huh. Time to let him know just how uneducated you are. "I can't read. Mind picking out something I can actually use?" (The sheer outrage this will incite means he will almost certainly force himself into a teaching role.) >Accept the book. Your letters are something you'll have to learn eventually, and if you raise too much of a fuss, it might seem suspicious. With the path you plan on walking, exposing even the slightest weakness could prove your downfall–that's how it was for your Honorable Master, after all. >He seems awfully insistent about this, but you've got a better idea. "Eh… I don't really know anything about a Vermillion Clan, but if you've got all this, you should know how to concoct a few pills. How about we trade? I teach you to fight, you make medicine for me." >Write-in? [4/4]
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>>5591903 >Uh-huh. Time to let him know just how uneducated you are. "I can't read. Mind picking out something I can actually use?" (The sheer outrage this will incite means he will almost certainly force himself into a teaching role.) Illiteracy triggering the young master, that's hilarious.
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Jesus what a homo. Who's a good little subby boy? Total fucking degen.
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Tue 07 Mar 2023 05:17:22 No. 5591919 Report Anonymous
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>>5591916 I knew he was a cutsleeve
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>>5591919 Don't scream it too loud he might make a mess in his silk pants kek
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>>5591903 >He seems awfully insistent about this, but you've got a better idea. "Eh… I don't really know anything about a Vermillion Clan, but if you've got all this, you should know how to concoct a few pills. How about we trade? I teach you to fight, you make medicine for me." Anonymous
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>>5591903 >Uh-huh. Time to let him know just how uneducated you are. "I can't read. Mind picking out something I can actually use?" (The sheer outrage this will incite means he will almost certainly force himself into a teaching role.) Anonymous
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>>5591903 >Uh-huh. Time to let him know just how uneducated you are. "I can't read. Mind picking out something I can actually use?" (The sheer outrage this will incite means he will almost certainly force himself into a teaching role.) Anonymous
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>>5591903 >Uh-huh. Time to let him know just how uneducated you are. "I can't read. Mind picking out something I can actually use?" (The sheer outrage this will incite means he will almost certainly force himself into a teaching role.) You just got your ass beaten by some illiterate farmhand lmaooooo
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:iir2sUjY Thu 09 Mar 2023 00:41:07 No. 5594086 Report Quoted By:
Tallied, with "can't read" solidly in the lead! Will write in a bit, but can't promise a full update today because I've got another midterm tomorrow. Let's see how it goes.
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FISTICUFFSQM !!tFmtCLBg9gQ ID:wWu+f3k6 Sat 11 Mar 2023 19:50:00 No. 5597341 Report I HAVE PUNCHED MY EXAMS IN THE FACE WE NOW RETURN TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM OO-RAH
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>>5597341 The cream of the crop, floats to the top. O yea.
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>>5597341 You alive, Fist? Or has the curse claimed ye?