CHAPTER 11: A LETTER INSTEAD OF A GOODBYE
Kram looked as the farm workers cultivated in a group. Their moves were all synchronized as they manipulated the mana around them and absorbed into their bodies with their cultivation. Kram found it amazing. A single person would be able to gather only so much manner, but as a group, they drained a lot of the area of mana.
Even his mother, whose cultivation rate was really pathetic, was reaping the benefits of the group cultivation. In the past three months his mother had learned the cultivation movement and was now moving in sync with the group, where before she would have to cultivate a little away from the group to not disturb them.
The group stopped. Loma walked over to him and collapsed next to him. “That was fun!” she said. “Kram, you should learn some. It will help you when you finally open your meridians.”
“Maybe some other time.” Kram said. “Who taught you this cultivation?”
“Lin Koln.” She said. “He taught one of us, then two then three. Soon, so many people asked him and he got so annoyed that he told us to teach each other. That’s how this group cultivation was formed.”
“It is quite different.” Kram said, looking at his mother as she spkoke to the other workers happily. “The cultivation world is cut throat and favours individualism. What you have built here is… beautiful?” He was unsure why he used the word. He immediately wanted to spit out.
“It is.” She said. “People who suffer together have a habit of banding together.”
“What spells do you know?”
She smiled slyly. “Oh well, no harm in showing you.”
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She grabbed his hand and led him away. Kram found he was led to an empty field.
“Essence Transfer?”
“I can temporarily move my consciousness into objects.” She touched the ground.
A chunk of the earth rose up from the ground.
“That seems like a powerful technique.” Kram said. “What meridians do you use for that?”
She tilted her head in wonder. “I’ve read about it but I don’t know much about it. But I think I first move it through my diatian and pass it through the mind meridian. That is where I collect my consciousness. Then I pass it through the soul meridians through the Bone Gate where I infuse the ki and with my consciousness. Then I exit it by the Shao or Jue meridians.”
As she recited, she looked up in the air to recall the information she had been taught.
“Our life force is connected to our consciousness.” Kram said. “Perhaps before going through the Bone Gate, you should pass the ki through the lifeforce meridian. Add in a few drops of lifeforce to the ki infused consciousness.”
“How do you know that?” she asked as he rose to his feet.
“I know.” He said. “Bye.”
After seeing the Medicine Woman, he headed for Kriki. He waited on the roof and became worried when she did not come out. It was unusual for her to be this late. He continued to wait until he saw the sky beginning to light up. He decided he should leave, before someone noticed him sitting on the roof.
The next day, he went to where Kriki lived, determined to give her a piece of his mind for not coming out the previous night. He would not have the first member of his harem treat him in such a manner. He waited outside for her to appear for her daily chores and was surprised when another slave girl did her job.
“Hey, you are Kriki’s boyfriend Kram, right?”
Kram looked at the girl and nodded.
“She left this for you.” The slave girl handed him a scarf. “He said it was her favourite item of clothing and that she did not want you to forget her.”
Kram looked at the scarf. “Where is she?”
“She was taken by some bigwig researcher.” The slave girl said. “Lucky girl. They paid a lot for her! She’ll probably be going around the world.”
Kram was shocked to hear this. It was just last night that he had seen her. He looked at the red scarf and on it, he saw the code he had developed by mixing the pictograms of his village and the demon script of his heritage. He read the letter.