Chapter 30 - Yin Family and Spirits_OP Character - Ancient Being Predecessor of the Primordial Era

Yin hu laid down in the clearing. Thick blankets under him gave him enough cushion to feel like he was floating in clouds. Adding on to it the crackling fire and a calm breeze made the perfect scene.

A much needed break in what had been an endless rush to get away from an existential threat.

It was a few moments as they made their way to the next destination, but it was enough for him. Enough to finally gather his chaotic thoughts and have a semblance of solid direction.

Yin Hu had laid out a general plan for his coming arrival at the next major city. He would need to hide somewhere in the middle of the pack. Not too rich or the dirty slums he expected from a medieval city. He didn’t want to smell real human sewage nor attract the attention of the tycoons of the city.

Just a middle class merchant with a new family.

The Yin family!

He would use it as a front to explain his ‘wealth’. A money laundering scheme!

Yin Hu could already imagine the car washes and street stalls he would build to fake his income, or at least their economic equivalent. Food stalls and stables maybe? Horses should be quite valuable.

But that brought up even more problems. He would need workers, stable hands, a real master of their work–no one would believe a tonne of wealth coming from a second rate establishment–and all the necessary equipment and resources he had no clue about. Whether what they were or where to get them.

Would he infringe on an already existing market? Are monopolies a thing here or would it be more of an open market. What if the only business was conducted by the city government in a dictatorship?

There were too many unknowns.

Yin Hu sighed. His eyes stared up at the starry sky. A break in the thick canopy of the forest allowed for moonlight and the clear dark skies to shine bright. The placement of the stars were unlike any he had seen. Yin Hu had enough time to memorize every starry sky and this one fit none.

How the hell did he fall through? What happened after everything went black? All he remembered after grabbing hold of his spear was waking up in the dark and damp cave. Nothing else.

Yin Hu looked to his right. Hu Xinyi stood with her eyes closed. She struck a pose of haughty arrogance, something he’d imagine out of a theater play. If she wasn’t careful, her neck might break off with how high it was.

Or it would come crashing down like a meteor.

Xinyi flicked her sword, nonchalant. Green sparks flickered in the air before her, but that was it. No flash or boom. No projections. Nothing that would signify the nuke level power she had thrown out in the battle.

She had said the ‘Spirit of the Sword’ had taught her. Was it like the metaphor spirit of the sword or an actual spirit as he suspected? More importantly, what did it teach her? And since it was so powerful, could it teach him?

That was imperative to know.

For the past week they’ve been traveling, he had been going through every scenario that could possibly happen when he got enough courage to ask. How he would approach. How he would play it off, even if he had no clue what he was doing.

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Every single thing he could think of. From the worst case to the very best with him destroying an entire forest like Hu Xinyi expected her attack to do before it was blocked and created a literal ravine.

And now was it. Away from Hu Shui, who was sleeping soundly on the other side of the fire.

Yin Hu sat up. “Xinyi.” Waving her towards him.

She skipped towards him, as awkward as a person smiling for the first time. The Xinyi he knew never skipped. More like prowled or stalked was more apt, but this time, even she couldn’t hide the jubilation in her eyes. Like…

Like a girl her age. What a normal person would do when they were exceptionally happy.

Yin Hu had a sad smile as he tried to hide it in the shadows of the flickering flame. Xinyi should have been working on her schooling right now. Learning to adult rather than being thrown into a world she was ill prepared for.

Fuck. I’m getting soppy again. Ancestor Persona! Ancestor Persona! You’ll fix everything. Just need some time.

“Yes, Ancestor!” She bowed, a full ninety degrees. She was dressed in a well fitting robe of his that seemed to transform into a feminine item that matched her perfectly. Yin Hu was beginning to believe his strongest ability were his clothes.

They did everything from self-cleaning, to cleaning the wearer, perfect temperature adjustment, solid defenses, felt amazing, and just looked downright stunning to look at.

“It seems to me that you are struggling…” he gave her a knowing look. Let her finish all his sentences and make her own assumptions.

She nodded. “I-I can’t seem to follow the proper meridians. The complexity of the technique is unimaginable, Ancestor. It could be something entire sects would practice and work on for centuries without perfecting. But, unlike them, I have the creator and it is willing to teach me wholeheartedly.”

Yin Hu frowned. “If it is so willing, then why does it not guide you thoroughly?”

Hu Xinyi stiffened. He wasn’t sure why, but the world seemed almost lonely for a moment so brief he could have imagined it.

She laughed nervously. “T-the spirit does it best, I swear. It just wants me to imprint it into my mind. ‘Carve it into my soul through struggle’ was her very words.”

A her? They had gender? Does that mean…

They couldn’t have been real people a long time ago? Was he part of an endless torture?! He hoped the fuck not. Then again, if Hu Shui and Xinyi could speak with the lady spirit, then it would have voiced its discontent already.

Right?

He nodded sagely. “I see. I might be able to give you some wisdom. Let the spirit teach–”

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