Skyfire Avenue

by Stayrr

Skyfire Avenue is a street that is 2048 meters long. There are 168 stores here, and each of the store owners is an extremely powerful adept. The Avenue does not permit any vehicles or any robots to pass through it, much less mecha. Even the patrolling police must move about on foot. This is because this is a street for pedestrians, a lane for nobles, hidden away within this high te

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Chapter 91: All Accounted, All is well

Though they were struggling to believe what they were seeing, neither Gabriel nor Raphael were interested in wagering their life to find the truth.

"Have you forgotten the Code of Chivalry?" Ke'er asked Gabriel with a sneer.

The Messenger of Death's face reddened. "It was you three who were planning to interrupt the duel. We heard everything you were saying."

"And what of it," Lin Guoguo responded. "We aren't knights. We're ladies."

The sentence caused both the Angels to almost gag.

Mika watched them both with devilish red eyes. "If you have a death wish, then try to get past us."

Bang! The strange sound drew all five pair of eyes towards the source.

The two mechas, pressed tightly together, finally separated with a snap. One melted in to a beam of blue light and raced towards them. The second, tumbled inelegantly towards the ground.

"Go!" Gabriel and Raphael retreated, heading to ground. They knew it was Thor who sped towards them.

Thor hung mangled but triumphant in the sky. It's former dazzling glory had paled as the damage to it's surface was clear. The entire top half was largely unrecognizable. It's internal components whirred and ground, revealed through deep gashes in Thor's armor. Irregular jolts of electricity added a dramatic undercurrent to how poorly it looked.

However, the battle damage only increased it's imposing presence. Now more than ever it looked the grizzled veteran. A gash of white lightning shimmered against it's chest, with another on it's back. It's two mechanical eyes were as bright as when it appeared.

In the distance, the sound of the Angel of War impacting the ground wafted towards them. The angelic mecha looked much worse for wear, having suffered at least twice the damage than it's opponent; half of it's wings were missing, and it's two arms were irreparably broken. It was lacking even stumps. The only thing that had saved the mecha from absolute obliteration was the faint golden light that still issued faintly from around it. It had managed to stabilize just enough before making landfall so as to avoid disintegration.

"Zeus… thank you." Michael's growling voice rang through the air. Judging just by tone alone, it was impossible to tell if the Archangel had severed any further injury.

"None are needed," Lan Jue responded indifferently. "But be warned, this matter will be settled sooner or later with my visit to the Pontiff's Castle."

Michael was silent for a moment, but eventually called to his comrades. "Gabriel, convey my orders; all ships involved in the blockade are to stand down. This time, I've lost – and I keep my word."

"As you command." Gabriel nodded his head respectfully.

A twinkling caught their attention as a blue light arrived from the horizon. A dazzling azure ship arrived at battlefield, making directly for Lan Jue and his three charges. Raphael and Gabriel watched it approach with both shame and anger. Uriel, too, had been bested.

The four distant figures melted in to one. A moment later, the single dot of light also faded in to darkness.

Tsss! The hissing sound of depressurization arose as the Angel of War's chest plate gradually spread open. The damaged cockpit was revealed.

Michael sat strapped to the chair, a shade of his former glory. His grim, resolute façade was gone, replaced with a blackened mask. A charred husk of an angel.

"Michael!" Gabriel hastened to his side, struggling to extricate him from the mecha. Raphael moved to his side. A pale white light emanated from his hands, their healing glow extending to cover Michael's broken body.

Under the Angel of Healing's power Michael found the strength to pull himself from the wreckage. The movement caused the slag that was his mecha to shift, grinding painfully as it crumbled to the floor.

Michael's face had been burned away, now a black mask of charred skin and gristle. If he was even capable of expression, it was impossible to see what it would be. But one could guess that it wouldn't be a smile.

"Michael, are you alright?" 1 Gabriel supported his commander by the arm. He keenly felt the sizzling heat that radiated from him. His own hands felt numb just by touching him.

Michael shook his head. "We were wrong. Our assumptions were false. Zeus is far more powerful than he's let on. Or he's become much stronger in the three years since his disappearance. Still, he didn't leave our battle without a scratch. He's likely just as hurt as I am. The fact he got away… the future for us looks dark indeed."

Gabriel's eyes shone with anger and violent intent. "Then we-"

Michael's smile was dour, bitter. He shook his head again, cutting Gabriel off. "Nothing we can do. Do you think he'll give us another chance like this? His codename wasn't just given for his power. He's got the scheming heart of the ancient god as well. I know for a fact he didn't know our plans when he came before the Moonfiend Empress. And yet the moment he knew it was us, he'd made his plans – to employ his Ascension, confuse and divide us to produce his opening. The Ascension was the strongest he let slip, during his time in the public eye three years ago, so using it at the onset would make us drop our guard – lull us in to a false sense of superiority. And make me match him with the Adventus."

"It was unexpected he'd possess a second Discipline. A speed that outstripped even Adventus. By the time I knew what was happening I'd already expended too much power. He knew I would fall back on the Angel of War. Counted on it. I don't have the reaction time and control of a younger man. The gravity nova would prevent him from out-maneuvering me… but Thor's strength was superior. My guess, Thor's core gem is S-ranked. That's the only way he could have commanded power like that. Hell, he could obliterate a battleship and not blink an eye."

Raphael interjected. "Let's get to the Castle first, and deliver our report to His Majesty. Zeus is tied to the Avenue. This will likely put us under pressure from Skyfire. Our hunt for the Succubus will have to be secondary."

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"Boss!" Lin Guoguo exclaimed, supporting Lan Jue. His face was as pale and thin as tinsel.

Lan Jue lifted his head. He looked at Guoguo, then the three others. A strained smile spread across his face. "All accounted… all is well."

1. Seriously? No wonder you guys lost, with those powers of perception.

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Chapter 92: The Man in Black

The Accountant stood to one side, looking with envy upon the nearly comatose Lan jue. The King of Mercenaries lay battered, but in the embrace of four beautiful women.

Ke'er supported his head, resting it upon her thighs. Mika and Xiuxiu knelt at either side, gripping his arms and shoulders. Lin Guoguo rested her hands upon his legs.

Four lovely girls, with tears in their eyes for the man between them.

"Damnit!" Ke'er spat through her tears.

"You said it," Lin Guoguo replied, her teeth gritted in anger.

Xiuxiu was speechless. Mika's lips were turned in a scowl. Her eyes shown with an ominous light.

Suddenly the four turned as one. Their collective fear, anger and vengeance focused upon a single point.

"What are you waiting for, fly the damn plane!"

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Planet Skyfire. Skyfire Avenue. Skyfire Museum.

"I hadn't expected the Castle's involvement," the Clairvoyant said. He stood staring out of a window, speaking softly to the glass.

The Wine Master stood a short distance away. "Why didn't you let us go with him? It doesn't matter who the enemy is, there's a price to pay for assaulting one of ours."

The Clairvoyant responded with a thin-lipped smile, reflected in the mirror. "The young man needed to grow up. There's a price to pay for that, too. Otherwise how is he supposed to lead Skyfire… to stand up in the face of Three Alliances?"

The Wine Master stood a little straighter. "You're sure?"

The man's smile slipped, and a bitter expression overtook his face. "Do you remember who you're talking to?"

The Wine Master shot a look at the Clairvoyant's back.

"Old coot, as inscrutable as your visions. The Pontiff's Castle eh… hmph!" The quavering, aged voice arose from the opposite side of the Wine Master. An old man, stooped and wrinkled, struggled valiantly to rise from a nearby stool. He extricated himself from the stool and made his way from the room.

The Wine Master looked at the Clairvoyant, and though he didn't turn his head to watch the old man leave, he spied the reflection of the museum door's crystals flashing as the door opened.

"Shall I bring him back?" he asked the Clairvoyant.

The augur grinned. "Let him go. We're always that familiar. Small things like that don't offend. At any rate the old man needs his exercise. Don't worry, though. That whole 'one foot in the grave' look he cultivates is his greatest means of defense."

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National Eastern University.

"Today we'll be continuing our discussion on interplanetary technology, mecha coordination and how the two are joined. As I'm sure everyone is aware, the advancement of interstellar technology has permitted us to develop mechas with the ability to absorb and – when needed – release the stabilization properties of special power gems. This allows them to employ space flight. As for mechas pilots, with enough practice they almost become one with their machines. This makes not only travel, but combat much more fluid. So, can someone tell me any other relationships between interstellar technology and mechas?"

The professor continued to blather on behind his podium. The students arrayed before him listen with rapt attention.

All but Zhou Qianlin, who was looking distractedly out of the window. Her pretty blue eyes where filled with visions of the crystal blue sky and towering trees.

"Qianlin!" She felt a light jab at her side, which woke her from her daydreaming. She looked inquisitively to her side.

Tang Mi looked at her suspiciously. "What's going on with you? We spent course credits to get in to this class. I can't even calculate how long I had to save up for this. Meanwhile you're watching the flower's grow."

Zhou Qianlin shot her a petty glance. "I'm a good student – I've got plenty of credits."

"Tsk. I don't get you. It's like you're some lovelorn airhead." Tang Mi huffed in disappointment, then returned her attention to the class.

Professor Roger's eyes swept the classroom, landing eventually on them. Zhou Qianlin immediately became the very picture of attentiveness, smiling politely as the instructor proceeded.

The Professor appeared himself well impressed with the young woman, nodding and returning her smile.

Professor Rogers was the foremost mind in the field of astronomical technology and it's utilization in mecha piloting. He possessed a special talent for the subject, on top of being a seventh-ranked Adept in the discipline of cosmo-manipulation. He was only a visiting professor for the NEU, and only gave lectures once a month. His classes were always full of national scholars whenever he came to teach.

As class ended, Zhou Qianlin and Tang Mi gathered their things and left. The two were like magnets, drawing eyes wherever they went. They were all too scared of Tang Mi's temper to do anything, but that didn't stop them from staring.

"Hey Qianlin, I heard we're going to have a transfer student moving in to our class." Tang Mi said off-handedly.

"Oh." Her response was tepid.

"Hey, are you listening?!" Tang Mi gave her friend an agitated look.

Qianlin sniffed good-naturedly. "So what? What does this transfer student have to do with me? Do you like the guy or something?"

"Oh this new kid's got nothing to do with me," she said mysteriously. "But I'm guessing he's got an interest in a certain someone. He's from the Western Alliance, you know. Pretty far from here, don't you think? I heard they pulled all sorts of strings to get him in to our program. To sweeten the deal they sent two visiting professors along with him."

Understanding began to dawn on Zhou Qianlin's face. "You mean…"

Tang Mi shrugged. "Naturally it would be your former fiancé, wouldn't it."

Zhou Qianlin froze in place. She stared, dumbstruck, at her friend. "How is that possible? It was a giant scandal. How could they just let that slide?"

"Politics isn't my forte," Tang Mi responded flippantly. "As far as I understand it Sylva Austin only has the one son. And you know his character. A stalker's love never dies. As I see it Prime Minister Austin doesn't want to lose his only son – the family's sole successor. So, some things just need to be compromised."

Zhou Qianlin chewed her lip nervously. "When is he coming?"

Tang Mi gave her a questioning look. "What is going on with you? What's wrong with Richard anyway? Young, rich, talented with a mecha… maybe even better than me. He's even supposed to be a decent Adept. And with the Austin family at his back, no less. How can you sit here and stick your nose up at him? Why even agree to marry him in the first place, then? Avoiding the guy like he's some poisonous snake… I really, really don't get you."

"You don't understand!" Zhou Qianlin quailed.

"In the end it doesn't matter if I do or don't. Clearly this guy bothers you."

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Skyfire Avenue

A tall, slender figure gradually made his presence known at the end of the Avenue. He was a man clothed entirely in black; black suit, black shirt, black hair. He walked the street in even strides, slow and unhurried. His gait was elegant but… almost robotic.

In no time, he stood before the entrance to the Avenue proper.

"My apologies. Ahead is Skyfire Avenue. Please produce your badge if you wish to enter." The single Avenue guard politely lifted a hand to entreat the suited man to stop.

The black-clad man paused. "I'm looking for someone," his deep voice responded. "I have no badge. What shall we do about that?"

The guard's response was practiced, as though it were a speech he'd given dozens of times. "To acquire a badge for entrance in to the Avenue, you must submit an application, and undergo a series of examinations. The process takes about a hundred days. I'm afraid without a badge, I can't let you pass."

"No other way?"

"Nope," the guard replied.

"Very well," the man said. "I'll call him out, then."

"That's fine, and in fact if his clearance is high enough he can bring you in with him."

The black-clothed man nodded. "Hm."

He lifted his head, quietly calling out towards the empty street.

"Lan Jue!"

The expression was a quiet one. As the guard looked on, he felt, just for a moment, as though things had gone dark. It was only temporary, though, and soon things were back to normal. However, those two words suddenly began to echo countless times through the length of Skyfire Avenue.

It started as a whisper – audible only with some effort – but as the echoes rolled over one another, repeating again and again, soon the sound became a shout. The deep, stately utterance soon filled every corner.

The various shop-owners piqued their ears at the sound, lifting their heads from their business. For most, the voice caused clear changes to their easy expressions.

"You…!" The guard reacted to the unconventional use of Discipline – if at this point he still hadn't, he wouldn't be worthy of the post. Without any further hesitation, he launched himself at the black-clad man. The surrounding area quickly grew populated as other figures arrived.

The man didn't move, still as a statue. The guards who had gathered ran at him, their bodies glimmering with the power of their disciplines. Still he did not react – at least, not physically. Instead tumultuous gusts of hurricane-force wind extended from him, casting the guards away to distant corners like so many rag-dolls.

They screamed violently through the air, crashing to the ground – and yet, strangely, none suffered even the slightest injury. The winds were gone as quickly as they'd come.

Alone again in the darkness, the man in black stood. Calm, patient, he waited. Still as a shadow.

The guards had gathered themselves together, staring at the man with soured expressions. But none dared attempt another assault. They simply surrounded him, and waited. They all knew well the disparity in power between themselves and this strange man. To continue fighting would only mean their likely demise. They didn't even possess the capabilities of Skyfire Underground's policing squads. Thankfully the man did nothing, and so they waited to see what would transpire.

After a short while, a figure did appear from the depths of the Avenue. The silver silhouette marched slowly towards them, like a star slowly moving through the inky night. The black-clad man watched them come. His face was calm, but his eyes… they were cold as ice.

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Chapter 93: Lan Qing

With a flash of silver, the figure appeared amidst the gathered Skyfire guards.

"What's this?" A frigid, clear voice broke the silence. As the words rolled along the wind, the temperature around the small group dropped distinctly.

The guards finally reacted, snapping to attention as the figure passed. "Captain!"

Silver hair cut to her ears framed silver eyes, complimented by a silver uniform. It was like she was made of metal – metal, or a block of ice.

"It was you who called?" She turned her frigid eyes to the man in black.

"Indeed it was. I'm looking for someone." The man's response was cool, collected. He seemed almost disconnected, relating news as though from a note card.

An Liu continued her questioning. "That's how you call people?"

"I was told I can't enter without a badge," he responded. "When I stated I would call for him, the guard claimed that was fine. So I called."

"Is that right," she said, turning to look at the indicated guard.

"Yes, captain," the guard hastily replied.

An Liu's brows wrinkled as she considered the situation. "Very well. As that is the case no rules were broken. You're free to leave. However the use of your Discipline has disrupted the peace of our Avenue. This isn't something we can permit. Should this occur again, my response will be decidedly less polite."

"I'm only here to speak with someone," the man in black affirmed.

"And who is that?"

"Lan Jue."

"There is no 'Lan Jue' here," An Liu offered flippantly. "And if there was we still wouldn't know. We don't ask such information of our Adepts here. As you aren't of the Avenue, you must acquiesce to a badge examination. Register, pay the fees, follow the rules."

"Is there a way to enter without this badge," he asked once again, still calm and polite.

An Liu nodded. "One other way."

"How is that?"

An Liu turned once more to face him. "As you disturbed me, causing me to come deal with this matter personally, your method will be more difficult than average. Survive an attack from me, and I'll consider you cleared for entry."

"Very well," he answered.

An Liu raised a hand, and lightly reached for the man. The guards, as though fearing for heir safety, quickly moved to clear the area.

The man stood still, silent. He hadn't moved, and the stony expression on his face hadn't altered a hair. His dark eyes watched as her hand drew nearer.

Just as it seemed her hand would touch his face, the air suddenly suffered a dip in warmth. From the young woman's palm, a blast of arctic wind shot forth and enveloped the mysterious gentleman.

Finally, he moved. Swift as a cool breeze, he retreated from the cone of cold. Her glacial grope was quick, but he was quicker. But while his movement was brief and simple, the location he'd so recently vacated had changed. In his wake there appeared a vacuous void. The freezing winds were harmlessly devoured in to it.

An Liu watched him withdraw, saw the void appear. The power of her cold discipline was drawn away in to the darkness, and then was gone. So strong was the resulting pull that it caused her to stagger forward.

"Hm?" Surprise crept in to An Liu's silver eyes. She reached out again, and this time a beam of icy-blue light shot out towards the man in black.

He made no move to dodge. The beam raced towards him, but as it came within three inches of his person it suddenly fractured and split away. Bolts of blue light reflected in every direction, as though repelled by some invisible force. The black-clad man remained, unmolested. He stood now in a field of icy crystals, ten meters in diameter.

"I thought you said one attack," the man said flatly.

The woman paused, looking him up and down. "So I did. I suppose you've passed. We still have some registration formalities, but you're cleared for entrance in to Skyfire Underground."

"Thank you." He offered her a nod, a simple gesture of regard. His features and movements bore no excess effort. Only just enough as was needed.

An Liu watched him carefully. She knew her powers, could control their force. Though she had held back, that second blast would have caused a seventh-level adept to struggle. Of course, it would only really freeze them temporarily.

But he shrugged it of like it was nothing. If it was so easy for him to deflect, then his power must be something considerable…

An Liu felt she could handle the man if needed, but decided it still would require some looking in to. If he turned out to be a ninth-level talent, she would need to report his presence to the Council.

The man finished his registration procedures quickly, and was led by a guard to the Underground's elevator. An Liu looked over his information as he did so.

"Lan Qing. Discipline; wind."

The Avenue's registration process was brief and cursory. They did this for the Adept's secrecy and protection. However, there was something about the name An Liu recognized. She just couldn't put her finger on it…

She needed to discover more. She turned to join the man in black, relinquishing the data to the guards.

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The man in black, Lan Qing, strode from the elevator and paused to spy his surroundings. He watched in silence at the bustling, boisterous scene before him.

"Worthy of the name. Skyfire Avenue… it's larger than expected." There was praise in his eyes now, jostling for space amid his icy glare.

He walked slowly through the Avenue, his eyes sweeping along the storefronts. He took each one in carefully, as though searching for something.

"So who is this person you're looking for? By the name I'm guessing someone from your family?" The frigid tones tickled his ear from behind.

"My younger brother," he responded, though he did not bother to turn his head.

"I've checked the records," An Liu stated. "There has never been anyone of that name who visited here."

Lan Qing paused, then, and turned to look at her. "Thank you," he said, but there was no trace of a thankful expression. Still, it put An Liu at ease.

"But he isn't a visitor. He is one of your own number."

An Liu blinked. "A shop owner? Then I certainly wouldn't be able to find him by name. It would be a waste of time to try. Here our shop owners are known by titles. Are you familiar with your brother's?"

Lan Qing paused in thought. "I believe I might. Ah, yes… I think he goes by, the Jewelry Master." The name tumbled through the back of his mind, likely mentioned by Chu Cheng the last time they'd met.

"The Jewelry Master?" This caused An Liu to stop her lazy gait as well, and look towards the older man.

"Is there a problem?" Lan Qing fixed An Liu with his dark eyes.

But it was her eyes that bore more interesting facts, for aside from their inherent icy depths, curiosity bubbled behind them.

The Jewelry Master? This is the Jewelry Master's older brother? No wonder he's so strong… but the Jewelry Master is lightning. His is wind?

"Nothing. We do actually have a Jewelry Master here. But I'm afraid you might have made the trip for nothing," she said.

"Why's that?" Lan Qing raised a brow at her.

"Because he isn't here." She shrugged a shoulder before continuing. "He left not long ago. I think there was something he needed to get done."

"He left…" Lan Qing took the news with some level of surprise. Could it be his brother had finally gotten over his hardships?

"That's right." She nodded in conformation. An Liu couldn't be sure everything the man before her had told her was true, but it was his appearance and power that convinced her to stick around a while longer.

"Would you mind directing me to his shop, so I can have a look for myself?" Lan Qing said after a moment.

"Not a problem," she said without hesitation. This was no strange request. They walked in silence as An Liu lead them to the Underground's iteration of Zeus' Jewelry Store.

The Avenue was only two-thousand and forty-eight meters in length. It was an attribute shared between both the underground and Skyfire Avenue proper. Thus it didn't take long before that telling blue façade and flickering lightning-bolt sign came in to view before them.

Sure enough, the store was closed. A sign had been hung on the door, confirming suspension of business.

"He took those four women, workers, with him. Maybe they went to restock." An Liu suddenly caught herself, surprised at her words. She'd only just met this man, and yet she was telling him all she knew. It certainly was out of character. Was it simply because he claimed to be the Jewelry Master's brother?

"Thank you again." Lan Qing stood before the door of the jewelry shop and stared in to it. He remained there, silent, as though in thought.

After a few moments he turned his attention back to An Liu. "When he returns, will he be coming back here? As far as I'm aware there is also a store on the upper Avenue."

An Liu looked back at him. "I'm afraid I can't answer that." She was determined to answer no further questions from this man. She already feared she revealed too much.

"Oh." Lan Qing paused once again. "Am I unable to visit the other shop?"

An Liu nodded her head in affirmation. "The avenue above is reserved primarily for citizens. Citizens of means. There are a number of evaluations required before you can enter."

"About how many, do you suspect? What sorts of evaluations?"

"Etiquette, style, wine and food appreciation…" An Liu rattled off the simplified list by rote.

Lan Qing listened earnestly. "Would I be able to undergo these evaluations now?"

An Liu was taken aback. "Take the evaluations? Those aren't just about the strength of your Discipline."

"If Lan Jue could pass them, so can I. We grew up together, after all."

"I'd have to ask," An Liu stated. "Is there a way you can prove your relationship with the Jewelry Master?"

Lan Qing said nothing, only reached for something in his coat pocket. He handed it to his inquisitor.

An Liu took the offered proof. It was a metal star, with five points. The surface had been polished to a mirror shine. It was surrounded with a pale blue radiant light. At a glance, it was clear this was composed of something special.

An Liu turned it over, and what lie behind suddenly caught her eye.

"You're…" She looked back up at Lan Qing, her eyes wide. Disbelief caught her tongue.

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Chapter 94: The Eastern Alliance Super Soldier

Finally she understood. She knew why the name had sounded so familiar to her. Finally she understood why she'd been so curious about the man in black.

On the back of the five-pointed metal star was a column of words. It was carved, and painted with a special coating that made it glow with a metallic light.

"Lan Qing, Commander-in-Chief, An Lun Planetary Military Command.." It was a simple string of words, but it nonetheless took An Liu by surprise.

She knew about An Lun. With the name of the place and this man together, she knew precisely who the gentleman before her was.

An Lun was a planet located on the border regions of the East's celestial territories. It was the closest planet to the Northern Alliance, and one practically bursting with all many of power gems. It was a place of strategic importance for resources, and a military staging area. It was an endless expanse of mining and military personnel.

It was the land of legends – legends largely involving Lan Qing.

His background was a mystery. He first appeared on record as a simple infantry man, stepping foot on An Lun as a common mecha pilot.

One of the greatest legends was about that simple soldier, who carved a name for himself with nothing but the standard issue mecha the army had supplied him with.

Under the pretext of cleaning out pirate infestations, the Northern Alliance had sent a crack team of mecha pilots to An Lun. The clandestine operation was tasked with sabotage of the mining and military operations. It was Lan Qing's third day in the armed forces.

The primary objective of the infiltrators was a simple one; destroy the largest power gem mine on the planet.

The Northern Alliance engaged with pirates in An Lun planetary air space, attacking unprovoked to provide cover for their mecha unit. The conflict drew the brunt of An Lun's defenses to orbit for support.

Five hundred expert mecha pilots, sporting the latest in stealth technology. This was the squad that invaded while their support drew attention away to the skies above. It took them no time at all to reach their target. The mine, meanwhile, only had a hundred average infantry garrisoned in defense. Lan Qing was one of those.

In the opening wave of attacks the Eastern defenders had lost more than half of their number to the invaders. It was a crushing defeat that routed the garrison. It looked like the mine was lost.

Despite their victory, the Northerners discovered several of their number inexplicably missing. The Eastern soldiers, scrambling to retreat, discovered one of their number standing firm.

What Lan Qing then said to his comrades has been forever etched on the cultural memory of the East: "Make for safety. I'll cover your retreat." These simple seven words are what catapulted the simple soldier to heroism.

Against five hundred of the best the North had to offer. It was a suicide mission. More than that, their objective was sabotage. This was no deciding battle.

Indeed everyone suspected Lan Qing was sacrificing himself so his squad-mates could escape. What they didn't expect was that Lan Qing would perform a miracle.

First, his masterful control of his mecha allowed him to set the surprise attack in disarray. He then utilized the native defensive systems of the mining facility to keep them at bay.

Losses continued to increase for the invaders. Eventually they broke through the defensive line of the mine's systems, but their number had been reduced to three hundred. More than a hundred of those lost were at Lan Qing's hand.

The Northerners were indignant and enraged, but still were on the cusp of completing their mission. However, Lan Qing's audacity had not been spent. He still had a plan.

The mine they had chosen to attack was currently being used for storage. The gems housed therein were integral components for mechas of the time. They gave them their motive capabilities.

As his enemies gathered for their third assault, Lan Qing arranged a number of the gems together. He waited patiently for the company to swarm in to the mines. Then he detonated the stones.

The resulting explosion was enough to obliterate half the mine, and a hundred mechas.

At this point the Northerners had suffered grievous losses. However, with the mine in shambles they considered their objective complete. What they couldn't have known was that Lan Qing had detonated the front part of the mine – an area that had long since been mined dry. The richest veins still lied within, safe from the blast radius.

The infiltrators prepared to depart, but Lan Qing still wasn't satisfied. As they made their retreat, Lan Qing was like a specter at their heels. Like the angel of death he picked them off one by one as they fled, with nothing but his standard-issue mecha.

He came and went with no more substance than a shadow. He struck with the force of a hurricane. Even to this day no one understood how he could know the terrain so well after only three days. But it was simple – he used every tool at his disposal, every ounce of knowledge and skill.

As the enemy's numbers dropped to near fifty, their morale collapsed. They couldn't stand in the face of this unbelievable assault. All they wanted was to escape. All their energy went to running.

Lan Qing was too exhausted to proceed. He'd single-handedly turned the tide of what should have been a massacre. There, battered and tired, he received a communication: the remaining enemy forces had been wiped out. The reserves at the mine had regrouped, returning to fight by their comrade's side. Even two Master-Ranked pilots who'd come as reinforcements met their end.

Lan Qing had made a name for himself. In these short moments he'd become a hero of the East. His legend only increased when he refused his medals, choosing to have them honor his squadron mates instead.

Even those self-same squad mates thought he was nuts. The kind of psychopath willing to face five hundred enemy soldiers. Still, a triumphant psychopath. A hero.

As the conflict between the North and East continued, Lan Qing repeatedly proved his military talent. It didn't take long for the East's officer to realize he wasn't just a genius on the battlefield, but also far surpassed any of his peers in areas of strategy and leadership. They were skills that led him to victory in every skirmish he participated in.

He was eighteen years old at the time.

In the ten years following he remained on An Lun, at the forefront of the East's conflicts. His intelligence and strength resulted in victory, for all two hundred plus battles he fought. Never once was he or his company defeated. His medals, accolades and commendations lead him to become the youngest Rear Admiral in the history of the Eastern Alliance. He was also given command of the entire military force of An Lun, and in that time the North hadn't managed a single foothold or earned any beneficial victory. It was a post usually reserved for only the highest ranking military personnel.

He had yet to achieve the top posts of the military, but there wasn't a soul alive in the East that wasn't willing to bow to him as the Supersoldier of An Lun. The Northerners knew him as the Specter of Death. It was widely accepted that the East was the weakest of the Three Alliances, however Lan Qing insured they were able to maintain control of this most coveted territory.

Of course fame brought it's challenges. In the criminal underworld he remained on the list of top ten targets for assassination, a list that changed extensively but for his name. That's how important he was to the East.

This was the person who stood before An Liu. A hero, supersoldier, and commander of the Eastern Alliance's most battle-hardened company.

Skyfire Avenue was detached from politics and the outside world, but that didn't stop An Liu's normally frigid exterior to melt before this storied Guardian of the East.

She took a deep breath and calmed her nerves. "I have to verify your identity," An Liu stated, choosing intentionally not to use any honorific.

"Very well." Lan Qing's responses had become familiarly concise.

An Liu's mind was a chaotic mess. Was this legend really the Jewelry Master's brother? And here to find him. She decided his presence had to be kept a secret – others couldn't know he was here on the Avenue.

"Wait here for a moment," she ordered. "I'll be back shortly." After speaking she disappeared down the street.

Lan Qing walked slowly towards Zeu's Jewelry Shop once again. He rested a hand upon the raised lightning bolt emblazoned on the door. He stood like that for the space of a few moments, then let his hand drop.

An Liu's return was as quick as promised. This time, she'd brought someone with her.

"You shouldn't be here," the imperious tone of the man began.

Lan Qing stiffened at the voice, and turned to meet it.

The Wine Master stood at An Liu's side, a hard light of disapproval in his eyes.

"You are…?" Lan Qing inquired.

"I am the Vice-Chairman on the Skyfire Avenue Leadership Council. You may call me the Wine Master."

"Then salutations, Wine Master. I'm here to speak with Lan Jue."

"You claim he is your younger brother?" The Wine Master's tone was suspicious, but inquisitive.

"Mm," Lan Qing verified with a nod.

The Wine Master's eyes narrowed. "Come with me," he said, immediately making his way to the nearby elevator.

The procession moved to extricate themselves from the underground; the Wine Master in front, Lan Qing behind, and An Liu bringing up the rear.

An Liu watched the back of Lan Qing as they moved. She wasn't sure whether it was panic or confusion that set her heart to fluttering, but whatever it was it was something she hadn't felt in years. But there it was, as sudden and unsettling as a bolt of lightning.

The military commander was tall, straight, almost regal in posture as he moved. Nothing in his movements seemed forced or false. It was a posture that said he could face anything. She was convinced this man was indeed the Lan Qing she'd heard of.

A memory tickled at the back of her mind, the fact that his military achievements were paired with an accomplished Talent. In the world of Adepts he'd been named Prometheus. The God of Wisdom. One of four others titled after gods of Greek mythos, who together were named the Divine Monarchs. Adepts who were pushing the boundaries of becoming Paragons.

As they exited the elevator, it was as though the Wine Master and An Liu had forgotten – or simply disregarded – their rules. Lan Qing walked the Avenue above unmolested as they trekked to the Gothic Winery.

"Sit." The Wine Master unceremoniously indicated a chair situated on one side of a simplistic table.

"A Francisco. Black Dragon, unless I'm mistaken." Lan Qing glanced over the chairs and table.

The Wine Master smirked. "I'm pleased to discover you know more than how to fight, Prometheus."

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Chapter 95: The Astral Phantom

"Where's Lan Jue?" Lan Qing sat opposite the Wine Master, saying nothing more about his Prometheus remark.

The Wine went on with his line of thought in a gentle voice. "Of the Four Divine Monarchs, you're the most well known. Supersoldier of the Eastern Alliance. The 'God of Wisdom'. But with all that supposed wisdom, you still come here. Unless I'm mistaken, your name is number six on the Black List after you destroyed that Northern battalion masquerading as pirates."

Lan Qing smirked. "The guy above me is called 'the Astral Phantom'."

The Wine Master mirrored his smile, but his tone was serious. "You shouldn't have come. You're brothers, you could call him to you."

"He wouldn't come," Lan Qing said, shaking his head. "Otherwise he would have long ago."

"Would you like something to drink," the Wine Master inquired, suddenly changing gears.

Once more, Lan Qing shook his head. "I used to be quite the lush. But I haven't had a drop since I was twenty. Alcohol impairs judgment."

The Wine Master chuckled in spite of himself. "As well as your strength, hm?"

A hard glint shone through the admiral's eyes. "You must never give your enemies an opportunity for attack."

"The Jewelry Master is on the way back." Once again, the Wine Master suddenly switched topics. "He should be here in roughly an hour. I assume he'll go directly to his shop on the Avenue surface.

His guest nodded. "Thank you. I'll wait."

"Feel free to wait here. His shop is just across the way."

"Hm." Lan Qing closed his eyes. Like that – still, silent, blind – he remained.

An Liu remained standing to the side. As Lan Qing shut his eyes, his famously frigid exterior warmed by considerable degrees. The hardness of his expression eased as well, all but the area around his eyes which retained that steely resolution. His lashes were so long! Sitting like this, she could certainly see the similarities between him and the Jewelry Master. Even sitting 'at ease' his back was straight and his posture perfect – certainly worthy of a military designation.

"Ms. An, I'm sure you have other things to do than look after us," the Wine Master said, mild-mannered and fatherly.

"Yes, sir," came her respectful response. She turned and made her way to the door. As she moved past Lan Qing, his hand suddenly shot out and gripped her by the wrist.

An Liu's reaction was swift, unconscious, and powerful. Instantly a suffocating aura of cold arose from around her. However, just as quickly she felt as though she had been covered by a blanket, an invisible force that stopped her powers from manifesting on the surface. She whirled around and stumbled to his side.

A thick dark spike, black as pitch, appeared directed at Lan Qing's chest. But it did not pierce him.

The light around Lan Qing shifted, warped, and in the next instant he and An Liu vanished. The Wine Master quickly followed.

A stuffed, muted voice arose. It sounded like it was coming through the walls, from another room. The hoarse tones accosted them from all directions. "Ah, Cosmagus. It looks like I still arrived too late!"

As the voice faded in to the air, three shadows coagulated in to reality.

Lan Qing sat where he'd always been. He looked unchanged, unfazed. An Liu also had come to her senses, but appeared now on the opposite side of where she'd vanished.

The Wine Master's face was hard and angry. "The Astral Phantom!"

An Liu understood then that Lan Qing had grabbed her to save her life. The warmth of his hand still lingered on her skin, but the expression that spread across her face was dark and cold.

"I'll deal with him," she said, stepping forward.

"No need." Lan Qing lifted his arm to block her progress. She collided with his arm, and the brief impact caused her to lose her balance. As she tumbled the general grabbed her against his chest.

The contact was brief, but it nonetheless caused Lan Qing some awkwardness and surprise. As he grabbed her, An Liu's firm, taught backside landed on his thighs. For the first time since their meeting outside the Avenue, he saw her as the attractive woman she was.

An Liu's pretty face had grown red. "What are you doing?!"

Lan Qing shook himself from his temporary stupor. "Don't bother going after him, there's no point. He's one of the Ten Paragons – the lowest of them, but his mastery is speed. There isn't anyone in the Three Alliances that can match him. He can even fold space, create wormholes. Presumably he made his way here the instant he heard news of my arrival. He likely didn't count on the Cosmagus being here."

The Wine Master's response was level, but cold. "This is something he and I will settle. His arrogance has been allowed to go unchecked for too long."

Another rare instance of a small spread across Lan Qing's face. "I'm assuming he panicked, once he realized you were present. After all, if there is anyone in the universe with the ability to control him and his speed, the three Paragons of Skyfire Avenue are them."

The various Paragons had attached themselves in one way or another to different forces of the Three Alliances. Specifically, the Avenue had three Paragons in attendance. In the Western Alliance, the Pontiff's Castle and the Dark Tower had one each. The Coterie from the North had two of their own. Three more existed, though their alliances lay elsewhere. This Phantom, the last counted among the Paragons, belonged to the largest and most notorious coven of assassins in all the known territories.

The Wine Master gave Lan Qing a curious look. "You survive an encounter with the Phantom, and you aren't even a little shaken?"

Lan Qing's response was lukewarm. "And what purpose do nerves serve? Were this An Lun he wouldn't have dared moved against me. I can't contest the man is exceptionally powerful, but in the face of modern science and technology even the powerful can only achieve so much. Even as a Paragon, even at the peak of his power, his destructive ability isn't unlike a capital ship. But what if he faces a bigger ship? Stronger? All he can do is flee. My metaphor isn't the most fitting, but in the world we live in there isn't anything – Adepts included – modern technology can't overcome."

"It appears my concern for you is unnecessary," the Wine Master said thoughtfully.

Lan Qing did not respond. Instead, he shut his eyes and sat in silence.

An Liu's breathing had, in the interim, become distinctly quicker. She stood, and silently watched Lan Qing for a few more moments before making her way outside.

As she exited the Gothic Winery a cold wind greeted her. Her eyes became sharp as she faced the zephyr. However, despite the chill a flush crept up along her cheeks.

He held me!

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The high-alt verti-car hummed silently through the air until it reached the area of Skyfire Avenue. It's door slowly opened, and the glint of lamp lights glowed prettily against the blue streamlined surface.

Four slim and graceful figures exited in tandem. Behind them, a mote slower, Lan Jue's khaki windbreaker flapped as he stepped out. His face was still somewhat pale.

"It's good to be home," he said around a strained grin.

His assertions earned no response. Mika looked miserable. Ke'er and Lin Guoguo didn't look much better. Xiuxiu looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Alright, homeward bound!" Lan Jue good-naturedly patted Mika on the back. He took the lead as they headed for the Avenue.

The four women gave each other a silent look before hurrying to catch up with their boss. Behind them the doors of the verti-car closed, and from outside it looked like there were no doors at all.

"Jewelry Master." A small group Skyfire Guards snapped to attention as Lan Jue drew near. He gave them a polite nod in response.

A cold wind blew. The Jewelry Master pulled his collar tighter against the chill. His eyes swept along the Avenue, taking in the beautiful shops situated along it's length. Unbidden, they became misty as he stared.

Three years. In that time, Skyfire Avenue had indeed become his home. Even when he'd escaped here in his grief, inconsolable, he felt as though he belonged. Perhaps it was fate.

Walking against the blowing winds, he made his way home. But his trek was interrupted as a sensation overcame him. He lifted his head, and looked down the dark street.

Skyfire Avenue was never very bright at night. The stores here rarely employed gaudy neon signs. It relied on natural light and the like for illumination. In the encroaching darkness he could make out a black-clad figure standing on the street before him. Still, Lan Jue knew instinctively the man was there before he even lifted his head.

Lan Jue's eyes narrowed at the sight. Slowly he came to a stop in the middle of the poorly lit Avenue. His body shook, as though he were in danger of collapsing.

"Boss!" Xiuxiu lurched forward a step to offer him support, but Lan Jue waved her off.

Ahead, the black-clad figure had turned to face them. Their eyes met, and though they were separated by a hundred meters the glint in their depths were clear.

A shadow fluttered past, and the man in black was gone.

"No!" Mika called out. But no sooner had she opened her mouth than Lan Jue lifted his hands. His body was cast away like he'd been struck by a freight train.

Xiuxiu was closest, and had raced forward to protect Lan Jue from the blast. Mika, Lin Guoguo and Ke'er were quick on her heels. However the force was too strong, too fast, and the four women found themselves knocked back ten meters and thrown to the floor.

Lan Jue groaned, a trickle of blood snaking from his lips. He had been pale and frail, but now he looked like he was made of paper.

Lan Qing appeared where his younger brother had stood. He looked down Lan Jue, and the blood that was pooling beneath his cheek. Something burned in his eyes.

"Bastard!" Mika fumed like a volcano, moments from eruption. She scrambled to her feet and leapt in to the air. The Avenue became bathed in light as the crimson fires exploded around her. She launched herself at Lan Qing, becoming a screaming bolt of fire. An enormous trail of flame hung in the air where she passed.

Lin Guoguo's brilliant eyes flashed like diamonds, and a surge of mental energy exploded outward. Ke'er, too, lept in to the air like her flaming sister. But where Mika's fires where red and angry, a blue light erupted from her. In the midst of the blue halo her body began to change, twisting until it became a massive artillery canon.

Only Xiuxiu remained still. She stared at Lan Qing, frozen in shock.

The three amazons were terrifying blazes of energy, but Lan Qing acted like he hadn't seen them. His eyes remained fixed on Lan Jue.

His brother's trademark, lackadaisical smile was gone. A scowl had replaced it; stubborn, cold, and angry.

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Chapter 96: Brothers

Thunk! A massive, cyan hand effortlessly swatted the fiery lance from the sky. Mika went careening through the air.

The dazzling cyan light reflected off of Lan Qing's dark eyes. He turned and fixed his gaze on the distant Lin Guoguo. She huffed in response, and the golden glow in her eyes began to fade.

Ke'er was preparing for her own attack when a hand covered in snaking bolts of electricity fell upon her. "That's enough. Everyone stand down." Lan Jue's harsh voice stopped the women in their tracks.

Xiuxiu remained by Lan Jue, supporting him as he stood. Lan Qing, step by step, made his way towards his brother.

The howitzer-sized canon situated before Lan Jue had shifted again to the form of Ke'er. "Boss!" she called.

With her shift Lan Jue's hand rested now on Ke'er's shoulder. He moved around in front of her.

Mika and Lin Guoguo wasted no time getting to their patron's side. Zeus' Amazons formed ranks behind him.

Lan Qing's advance stopped three meters before his brother, and he slipped his hands in to his trouser pockets. He struck an impressive figure in his black suit, facing the small group in front of him with indifference.

Mika, Guoguo and Ke'er watched him carefully. Now so close under scrutiny, they felt he looked familiar and turned to peer at Lan Jue. Surprise overtook them as they immediately spotted the resemblance between this black-suited man and their boss. About the only thing markedly different between the two men was their temperament.

The man they faced was like a rock; hard, cold, unforgiving. Lan Jue was elegant and placid.

"What do you want."

"Are you hurt?"

The two men spoke at the same time, then became silent. They were of about the same height, and shared many similarities in appearance. The brothers stood staring at one another in the growing darkness.

There they were in the middle of the Avenue, but surprisingly no guards or enforcement personnel were present despite their brief scuffle. In fact, it seemed like there was nothing, no one around them. Just Lan Qing, Lan Jue, and the Amazons.

"Young Master."1 Xiuxiu spoke up, her voice timid.

"Young master?" Mika, until recently ready to spit fire, and the three others all looked at her in curiosity.

Of all the Amazons, Xiuxiu had been with Lan Jue the longest. While the other three were close with their boss, they weren't as familiar. Not longer after they joined him, he chose to live here in seclusion. Now, hearing Xiuxiu's address and seeing the similarities between the man and their employer, the others understood. But if that was true, why would he attack first without a word?

Lan Qing's dark eyes narrowed. "Who was it."

Lan Jue's face was equally as cold as his brother's. "None of your concern. My business, I'll deal with it."

Lan Qing took a step forward, though whether to say or do something wasn't immediately clear. What was clear, was the almost instant and unspeakably violent sensation that filled the air around him as he did. All four Amazons shifted uncomfortably as the murderous aura enveloped them like a nightmare. Even Mika, titled the Stygian Succubus, turned ghastly pale in the face of it.

Lan Qing's ordinarily dispassionate façade had changed, curdled and grown hard as a lust for blood shone behind his eyes. The fear that welled up inside the girls was hard to imagine.

Lan Jue appeared unmoved. The chill in his voice remained. "I said, it's none of your business."

After a moment, Lan Qing's suffocating aura and his dark expression melted away. For Xiuxiu and the girls, the sudden shift felt like they were standing on the cusp of an abyss. Any misstep and they could get lost in it.

Xiuxiu had still managed to retain her composure, but her three sisters were on much less of an even keel. How strong was this guy! Just his presence was almost enough to reduce them to sniveling balls of fear.

Mika had been affected worst. There was a difference between her own powers – a power, a terror derived from darkness – and his. What she felt from him was pure, unadulterated bloodlust. It was something only one who'd killed many, many people could know. And yet there was something else there, unexplanable. There was a sort of stateliness, or nobility. The two forces seemed opposed, and yet there they were – integrity, nobility. Barbarity.

"Fine! Keep it to yourself. I'll just go back, and let him know." Lan Qing's voice was soft, even. His features had again returned to their solemn default.

The cool regard he'd given his brother changed with the assertion. An anxiety crept in to his voice. "No you wont!"

Lan Qing's features softened as he regarded his younger brother.

"It was because of me!" Mika stepped up to her boss' side as she spoke. "He was protecting me. That's how he got hurt. The men were from the Pontiff's Castle, and if you're really the boss' brother those are the men you should seek out for revenge. Not here, making him worse. Can't you see how bad his condition is?"

"The Castle," Lan Qing growled. "Which one of the Archangels was it."

Lan Jue just looked at him. Mika, her prickly manner making an appearance, snarled at him. "Archangels? This is my boss, why not guess the Pontiff himself?"

"Were it the Pontiff," Lan Qing answered quietly, "and he'd brought you four – you'd all be dead. If it were he himself, he'd have managed to flee. But I know him… understand him. That weakness, weak will."

"Who are you calling weak?!" Ke'er's anger flared.

Her challenge was ignored. Instead Lan Jue's brother stepped forward and reach a hand out as though to grab him.

Ke'er pushed herself between them, to block Lan Qing's advance. However, she was pushed away by a sudden fierce wind exuded from the black-clad general. In response, four beams of cyan light flashed through the air, cutting orbits around Lan Jue's position.

An ear-splitting squeal filled the air, as four ragged gashes appeared from nowhere. The four women looked on helplessly. Lan Qing's hand had reached it target, taking hold of his brother's left wrist.

"It's fine," Zeus assured his Amazons.

A moment later, Lan Qing relinquished his hold. "Let's go," he said quietly.

"Mm," came Lan Jue's reply. He then turned towards the Jewelry Shop and began the walk home.

Meanwhile the four women watched, struck still in confusion. "If you would, the four of you please stay in the Underground tonight. I've got some things to talk about with him," he said, pausing just long enough to speak over his shoulder at them.

"… boss!" Mika stuttered towards him in hesitation.

Xiuxiu, however, had begun to pull at her. "Let's go," she said, making for the public elevator nearby. They all fell silent in tacit consent.

Lan Jue continued to make for the Jewelry store, as did the women; one above, and one below.

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"Xiuxiu, what in the hell is going on? Who is that guy?" They had arrived at the elevator by then, and Mika could contain her confusion no longer. Lin Guoguo and Ke'er looked similarly perturbed by these events, but said nothing.

"That," Xiuxiu said, "was the Young Master, Sir's older brother by birth – Sir, of course, being the boss. By the time you three had come, he'd made me stop calling him that."

Lin Guoguu's expression was afire with curiosity and surprise at the gossip. "He's fierce.. frightening! That power that tore the air… so powerful! I almost ran right in to it. The boss certainly knows some unsettling people. But if they're brothers, why would he show up and immediately start beating on his sibling? What kind of family is that?"

Xiuxiu's vexation was clear as she shook her head. "I can't say. I'm not at liberty to talk about anything relating to the boss' family. Just this… you've heard of the Four Divine Monarchs? Three others, with names like our Zeus."

Ke'er shrugged. "We knew he was the Monarch Zeus since we met him. You're not saying his brother is one too, are you? There was Prometheus, Hades, Zeus and Poseidon – named after the most powerful gods form Greek mythology. So… which one was he?"

"The most famous one," Xiuxiu responded.

Lin Guoguo couldn't help herself. "First of the Monarchs… the supersoldier of An Lun… the god of wisdom. Prometheus!"

Xiuxiu nodded.

"Ahhh!" Lin Guoguo veritably squealed. Her three companions jumped in surprise.

"WHAT are you doing?!" Mika glared at her.

Lin Guoguo was almost shaking. "Prometheus used to be my idol! When I started following the boss I'd asked him if he'd take me to meet Prometheus. At the time he didn't say anything. And now, to find out he's the boss' brother is just the best! Ah, man! I wanna go back up and see him again."

In contrast to Guoguo's excitement, Ke'er's face had grown sour. "The supersoldier of An Lun. What's so great about him?"

Guoguo stopped, stunned, and shot her sister a look. "What's your problem?" Mika is the one who responded, fixing Guoguo with a meaningful stare. It didn't take long for her to realize what it meant, and immediately shut her mouth.

Ke'er, however, had already calmed down. Her face softened as she spoke, and took her companion's hand in her own. "I'm sorry. I was just… thinking about before. I didn't mean to, and I shouldn't have. Ever since I chose to follow the boss I gave all that up. Here, this, this is my family now."

Lin Guoguo almost tripped over herself to reply. "It was my fault. I forgot you were from the Northern Alliance. I'm so sorry, Ke'er."

Mika grinned at the pair. "Alright, let's go. We can continue all this jaw-waggling on our own turf. It's hard to know who's listening out here." She pushed the call button for the elevator for emphasis.

Lin Guogguo snickered suddenly. "You guys think the Accountant got back? My guess is he wont be back for a little while. Wasn't our fault the verti-car could only hold five. And public transport is the worst. Just thinking about the look on his face when we left him back there makes me laugh, hah!"

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Zeus' Jewelry Store.

Ting ting. The doors situated above the door rung prettily as they entered. The lights were off, and the interior was blanketed in darkness.

Lan Jue made no move to turn on the lights to the exterior. He continued on until reaching the inner rooms, only then illuminating their surroundings.

Lan Qing followed silently behind. The two brothers stood, quiet, bathed in gentle light.

Lan Jue settled himself on the nearby sofa. Little by little, his hard expression eased. Lan Qing remained standing, facing his brother with arms crossed over his chest.

"What do you want from me," Lan Jue began, his tone markedly inhospitable.

"Nothing," his brother replied.

Silence.

"So tell me, what's with that girl. For the Castle to send out it's Archangels after her, they must have known she was with you."

Lan Jue's response was swift and angry. "Why do you have to stick your nose in my business? You should get the hell away from me."

"Because I'm your brother!"

1. A title generally reserved for stuffy British aristocracy, here it means the eldest son of a rich family. It's the closest phrase I could think of to express what she's trying to say.

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Chapter 97: Lan Qing, Lan Jue

"Because I'm your brother!" The words struck Lan Jue like a slap to the face.

It was the first time he'd heard anything like that come out of his brother's mouth. A look of incredulity overcame his features, but vanished as quickly as it had come.

"Mika was of the Dark Tower. Satan's daughter, and his successor. Satan's blood, his power, lies within her. The strongest of his brood. If that taint isn't controlled, the consequences could be catastrophic. She's trapped between two powers; the Pontiff's castle, which seeks to exterminate her, and the Dark Tower which seeks to exploit her – to lose herself in the madness and bloodlust as a reincarnation of Satan. But Mika… she's got a good heart. It was on the cusp of the Awakening when Satan's power was consuming her that she came to her senses. She ran."

"Later we crossed paths. I took her in, taught her to suppress the darkness, and brought her here. So long as she didn't use them, Satan's power would never awaken. It'd be locked inside her forever. Not long ago I let my presence slip. Something… caused me to forgo caution. The Castle found me, manipulated me to bringing them to the Shattered Starfields. There, we faced the Angel of War, the Messenger of Death, the Angel of Healing and the Cherubim. Michael, Gabriel, Raphael and Uriel had set a trap for us. Luckily it was the Moonfiend Empress who warned me to their presence. I was able to prepare, otherwise I'm afraid we really would have died out there. That, is what happened."

The recounting was short, succinct. Lan Qing listened, lapsing in to silent consideration once all was said. A few moments passed before he lifted his head, and regarded his brother. "And you still wish to help her?"

"Why would anything change now," he responded.

Lan Qing nodded. "Very well. You've made your decision, time to follow through. For this, there's no need to get the Avenue involved. You don't need to go chasing after the Castle' s people, either. As I see it, the Avenue already knows. As is their custom they'll cover things up, handle what they need to. From now on, you shouldn't leave Planet Skyfire. Under the Avenue's protection neither the Pontiff nor Satan would dare come knocking. Your own abilities should also be sufficient on your home turf for self-preservation. As for the girl, make sure she doesn't go anywhere, either."

Lan Jue's eyes narrowed, and anger shone in the depths of his eyes. But whatever his thoughts, they weren't given voice. Silence hung over them for a time.

After a while Lan Qing spoke again. "Your wounds are serious. You shouldn't draw on your Discipline for a while, or you could make things worse. You'll need at least three months to recover."

Still, his younger brother was silent. A flash of hesitation came across Lan Qing's features. "Do you want me to stay?"

This took Lan Jue by surprise. He lifted his head and asked, "Do you have time?"

Lan Qing nodded.

But Lan Jue's sardonic smile returned. "Since when does our illustrious supersoldier of An Lun have time… go, I can manage by myself."

Lan Qing's response was brief, and tepid. "Then rest up." He turned and left without another word.

Ting ting! Once again the sound of the door chimes ringing hung in the air. Alone with the silence, a pained look came across Lan Jue.

"Brother…"

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Lan Qing shut the door behind him, but didn't move towards the Avenue's exit. Instead he leaned against the wall of the shop and looked towards the twinkling heavens.

Beep-beep! The communicator on his wrist interrupted the silence. He answered.

"Admiral, when can we expect your return?" The man's voice on the other end sounded urgent.

"Family matters. For the time being I wont be returning," he answered.

"But Admiral, as I'm sure you know, the delegation will be arrival in half a month. Will you be ready to receive them by then?" The caller sounded even more agitated by the news.

"I'm afraid not. Tell them I took leave for personal business." His expression was blank and stony as he spoke to the man on the communicator.

"But, sir, this could impact your promotion. Admiral…"

He unceremoniously cut the connection. He'd already put the message out of mind, instead letting his thoughts dwell on that day, those message, three years ago.

"Brother, something doesn't seem right. Hera might be in trouble. You're closest, go help her."

"Is your mission really that important? Hera's your family! I'm begging you to go save her!"

"Brother…"

"I'm sorry, A-Jue!" The words were bitter in his mouth.

"What are you doing here?" The voice came from not far off. A flash of silver, and suddenly there was another beside him.

Lan Qing shot her a glance. "You've been lurking for a while already. Don't pretend this is some chance encounter. What do you want."

An Liu stuttered, flustered. "Y-"

"Do you have a cigarette?" The admiral turned his head to ask her.

"Eh?" An Liu blinked at him. "I thought you didn't take anything that could impact your judgment."

"Right now," he said, "I'm not the admiral."

"Wait a moment." With that, An Liu disappeared in to the darkness. When she returned, she bore a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.

He opened the packet and slapped the base. A single stick poked free from the opening. He plucked it out and, running it under his nose, took a whiff. Something like regret shone in his eyes. "Do you remember? I was eighteen, you were fifteen… we were curious, so we stole away with a cigarette and sat smoking in the thicket. So strong. We couldn't stop coughing. It was so bad that he heard us and found out what we were doing. Beat us both."

"Wh-…" An Liu looked up at him in confusion. Clearly she couldn't understand.

Lan Qing didn't elaborate. Instead, he lit the cigarette and took a long, slow drag. Almost instantly he started to cough, the smoke bursting forth in plumes. "Ach! Kha!" The sudden coughing fit was so violent it brought tears to his eyes. Still, he was smiling through it all.

An Liu felt her heart skip a beat. That electric jolt that ran through her, was a feeling she could never get enough of.

"Are you alright?"

Lan Qing, coughing, took another drag on the cigarette in lieu of a response.

Ting ting! The familiar sound of the Jewelry Store's bells made an appearance once more. Lan Jue pushed the door open and exited, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. Wordlessly he settled beside his brother, snatching the pack of cigarettes from his hand. Like his brother before him, he slapped the bag, pulled a stick, and lit it.

An Liu watched them both, silent and unsure what to do. Her first thought, Are these two sick in the head? Her second, though, was that her presence here wasn't for the best.

Silently, she faded in to the surrounding darkness.

The cigarette was quickly spent. Lan Qing's face was red cough coughing. Lan Jue's wasn't much better.

"Wouldn't it be nice to just go back," Lan Jue said, his voice heavy with remorse.

"Go back?" Lan Qing cracked a bitter smile. "Lamentation is the crutch of the foolish. Right?"

Lan Jue rolled his eyes. "Always the realist."

"No, not realist. Pragmatist, maybe. No point in dwelling on the things we can't change," he countered quietly.

Lan Jue frowned. He pushed himself straight, stuffing his hands in his pockets once more. "Whatever you say." He walked back towards the door to the shop.

Ting ting! He stopped in the entrance and turned his eyes towards his older brother. "I've never blamed you. Never. I just blame myself. Tomorrow you go ahead and head back. I've already told A-Li, he said he'd come. Plus I've got Xiuxiu and the other girls. Nothing will happen."

"Hm?" Lan Qing hadn't moved, and turned his head to look at Lan Jue.

The Jewelry Master's hard expression melted away. "I always wanted an admiral as a brother. It's something I take pride in. And it looks like I'm on the edge of a breakthrough. You better hope I don't catch up to you, or I'll beat you just as badly as you used to beat me."

Lan Jue disappeared from site as the door shut behind him.

Lan Qing remained where he was. He remained still for what felt like an age, before extricating another cigarette from the pack, and putting it between his lips.

Another smoke was pulled free, but this one was thrown to the darkness, towards An Liu.

"Don't skulk around. Join me in a cigarette."

An Liu plucked it from the air and made her way back towards the admiral. Wordlessly she took the lighter from him, and lit the stick. "You know, you can really lay low a person's self-confidence."

Lan Qing smirked and shook his head. "It's fine. We've been like that ever since we were small."

An Liu gave him a cool look. "I was talking about me!"

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Early Morning.

Lan Jue's outfit today consisted of a coffee-colored shirt under a white business suit. A white neck tie hung around his neck. He looked, as usual, meticulously put together.

Breakfast had been prepared for him by Xiuxiu, and it was wonderful.

"Boss, did the Young Master leave," Xiuxiu asked nonchalantly.

He nodded. "Early this morning."

The news elicited a sigh of relief. "You and he…"

Lan Jue shot her a quick look. It was enough to kill the sentence before it left her mouth. "I'm going to the university today," he interrupted. "I'm afraid if I stay away much longer they'll fire me."

Xiuxiu looked at him nervously. "You want to leave the Avenue? But your condition…"

He cut her off again with a shake of his head. "I'm not so fragile. Still Planet Skyfire, still Skyfire City," he assured her with a smile.

Xiuxiu screwed up her courage. "Well then how about I go with you."

Her boss laughed in spite of himself. "So you really do think I've got one foot in the grave, eh?" He lifted a finger and waggled it at her. A thin bolt of electricity writhed at the end. "Take it easy, nothing's going to happen. I haven't forgotten I still have to look after you crazy girls. Besides it's been a long time since the store's been open. You need to be here to help manage things. I'm off."

Lan Jue pushed his way out of the jewelry store. It wasn't his first excursion since returning, but nonetheless he still looked up and down the street before proceeding.

By the storefront a small pile of cigarette butts had accrued, and he felt as though the smell of smoke still hung in the air. It somehow brought a smile to his face.

"This time I came out the victor. Probably the first time in my life."

His high spirits persisted as he left the avenue, got on his bicycle and made for the NEU. The rattling chain of his bicycle gave sonance to the beautiful scene of clear sunlight, fresh air, and warmth as the young man made his way to work.

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Chapter 98: Returning to Work

Jin Tao bobbed his head, setting his pink hair swinging manically as he made his way to school.

Man, Professor Lan hasn't been around for a while. When are we gunna get another class? I mean, how much longer is he gunna be gone?

Jin Tao glowered at the ground in front of his feet, suddenly in a sour mood.

The day after Lan Jue's 'lesson', Jin Tao had been beaten so bad he was practically begging for death. He had to take several days off school. But he swallowed the pain, and refused not only to visit the hospital but also the probing questions of his family.

However, it had seemed worth it. To his surprise, once the pain had cleared and his wounds had healed, he did indeed notice a change in his Discipline. Before his abilities only allowed him to change in to a pug. Now the base of his abilities got him to the level of a wild dog. It was absolutely a big change!

With the discovery that he was improving, Jin Tao's body had stopped aching so desperately. On the contrary, he was eagerly looking forward to more instruction from his new instructor. But to his dismay, when looking for Professor Lan he heard from his sister that the master had taken leave. One class and suddenly he's absent for so long? Certainly a capricious guy! He'd visited the yard behind the electives building every day since, but Professor Lan was never there.

Still, Jin Tao's performance in school had leapt forward at least as much as his discipline had. Maybe it was the inspiration he got from that first Etiquette class, or maybe it was the better control he had over mechas since his Discipline's cultivation. Whatever the means, a quiet self-confidence had grown within Jin Tao. It may have been small now, but it was an improvement that everyone could see.

Ding ding! The sound of rattling bells sounded nearby, jolting Jin Tao from his gloomy trudge.

"This blind moth-… hey, Professor Lan!" He'd scuttled to the side and swung around, ready to curse out the source of the bells when he noticed who it was. Lan Jue stood behind him, one leg planted on the floor and the other on the pedal of his antique bicycle, staring his pupil up and down.

"Hey," he replied.

"Ah awesome you're back." Jin Tao's rush to greet his master was so sudden and so intense Lan Jue had to lift his arms to protect himself from the onslaught. He kept his student at bay by the shoulder, and just in time otherwise he's afraid Jin Tao would have trampled down on top of him.

"What are you doing," Lan Jue said, glowering dubiously at him.

"I-it's me, Dumb-mutt. You don't recognize me?" Jin Tao almost shook with excitement.

"Sure I do," Lan Jue said. "You're the little pig-faced one I beat right?"

Jin Tao vigorously shook his head like a tambourine, his pink hair flopping about comically. "Nah nah. Pig-head was Fatty Tang. I'm the mutt."

Lan Jue frowned at him. "Why so anxious to be the mutt?"

Jin Tao chortled. "What's wrong with it? Dogs are loyal, bright, strong, good runners, have an excellent sense of smell and are man's best friend. It's my discipline… how can I dislike myself?"

His tirade had taken Lan Jue by surprise. He didn't expect such a response. "And what are you doing blocking my way?"

"Waiting for you to beat me again! You probably don't know, but when you beat me the last time my Discipline advanced by leaps and bounds. Go on and beat me, I can't wait to get better!"

Lan Jue caught him in a sharp glare. "If you want the whole school to find out about it keep up the yelling."

Suddenly Jin Tao became keenly aware of his surroundings. He'd forgotten where he was, about their agreement in his excitement. Now, several students on their way to classes had stopped to give the two strange looks. He winced, his face growing stern as he shuffled closer to his teacher and dropped his voice to a whisper.

"Sorry, my fault. Don't worry about it Professor, our secret. Between master and apprentice. No one will find out about it. So how about it, when ya gunna beat me next?"

Lan Jue shook his head and smirked. "Still looking for a beating. Noon, I still need to go to the office and report in. Go and tell Tang Xiao as well. After lunch – wait, no, don't eat. Waste of calories. Just come to the yard behind the electives building at noon."

"Got it!" Jin Tao was practically bursting with joy. He whooped excitedly as he raced off. Lan Jue watched helplessly as the youth raced madly towards the school.

Frankly speaking he had no interest in taking on an apprentice. His main purpose that day was to provide a catalyst for that pitiful wretch Tang Xiao to better himself. He wasn't interested in wandering around, randomly smacking around students. He'd also stimulated the guy's discipline with his own thunderbolt 1 powers so he wouldn't feel he'd suffered the beating in vain.

As for Jin Tao, he couldn't tell whether he should have considered himself lucky or unlucky. A chance meeting. And so Lan Jue did what was asked of him, of course boosting Jin Tao's abilities as well. He hadn't expected he'd run in to him again today. The guy had sampled the sweet taste of improvement, had learned he can improve. And now Lan Jue knew he wouldn't get any peace. But it really did look like the kid had gotten better.

So did he really inadvertently acquire two new disciples? It would appear so, but these two guys? One so pathetic he associates with a wild dog, and the other morbidly obese. Whatever, he'll deal with it as it comes. This time, he thought, he'll beat them harder. They won't come knocking tomorrow.

National Eastern University. Teaching Affairs Office.

Wu Junyi stared at the suited young man in front of him. After a long moment, his sour countenance broke to reveal a smile.

"Professor Lan. You're finally back with us."

Lan Jue's response was offered with sheepish expression. "Director Wu. Please accept my apologies, asking for leave just after starting classes. It was an emergency, but it's been dealt with. I'm ready to get back to classes at your convenience."

"Immediately, naturally," Director Wu replied. "Of course you wont be receiving a salary for last month – since you weren't here. As you're aware electives teachers don't have a base pay."

"Ah, good." Lan Jue was just pleased he hadn't been fired.

Wu Junyi went on. "After listening to your class it got people really thinking! Professor Lan, under your guidance I think our students could enjoy a distinct advantage. You even got my heart going there. How about this – we set you up with your own, school sponsored ethics course. You can teach these kids how to act like proper members of society. It'd be a much better situation than your Etiquette classes, and if things go well you'll be a full professor within three years.

"Huh?" Lan Jue hadn't expected such a response, and repeatedly shook his head. "No, no it's fine Director. Really, you've already done so much and I'm certainly not qualified for the position. Really I'm only suited for this small area I'm teaching. I believe it's best if I just continue with the Etiquette course."

Director Wu gave him a regretful look. "Very well, we'll keep it as is, for now. You earned a good reputation with the students after that first class. Quite a number hope they have the opportunity to enroll in your course. If you're prepared, you can have your next class tomorrow. I'll have an announcement made to let the students know. From then on, two classes a week. If things go well, and the benefit to the students is good, we'll consider making your Etiquette class a standard course."

"Excellent. Thank you very much, Director Wu." His response was earnest and hasty, though in his heart he was secretly hoping it wouldn't come to that. Two classes a week was already more than he wanted.

With the situation explained, Wu Junyi bade Lan Jue return to work. As head of teaching affairs he had a full plate, after all. Though he greatly appreciated the skill and effort of this young man, mecha studies and research had to come first for the NEU.

As he exited the offices, Lan Jue lifted his arm and peered hesitantly at his communicator. After a few moments of consideration he tapped out a brief message.

I'm back

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Beep! Zhou Qianlin was attentively listening to a lecturer when she felt the communicator on her wrist buzz, and issue the quiet sound. Almost by unconscious habit her eyes immediately went to the screen, and she spied those two words.

A tremble went through her slender body, and a flash of pleasant surprise flitted across her face. However, it was quickly replaced with a bitter expression. She pushed the thoughts away, and turned her attention back to class. At least that was her intention, however only a few seconds had passed before her eyes wandered again to her communicator. Her red lips pursed ever so slightly, then evolved in to a nasty, impish grin.

Her fingers raced over the buttons, tapping out her own response.

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Beep!

I'm in trouble. Trouble you brought! Come get me from the scholar classroom immediately! Class is done in twenty minutes.

Huh? Lan Jue stared at the message. Trouble? Trouble he brought?

He felt the icy grip of fear squeeze his heart. Could it be the Pontiff's Castle, looking for revenge?

The anxiety grew until it almost threatened to overcome him. But then, it was gone. No… no it couldn't be the Castle, he thought. They only knew he was on Skyfire, part of the Avenue – not what he was doing here. Plus if it were, she wouldn't be so relaxed about it. It had to be something else.

I have to keep my head! But… if it's not that, why should I bother?

He shook himself free of the conflicting emotions, and made his way towards the classroom. He tapped out a message on the way.

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Suddenly you're not afraid the other students will know about us?

Zhou Qianlin glared daggers at the message. She responded: It's a big problem, you need you take care of it right away, the quicker, the better. If it means the other students find out I know you, that's a risk I'm willing to take. Just tell them you're my cousin.

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"Cousin…" Lan Jue was speechless. How could he ever pass as her cousin? And this is Hera's sister…

Fine, cousin it is.

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Chapter 99: The Savage Goddess

The classroom for National Scholars was located in the post-grad building. It was the most strict and rigorous area on campus, home to the most talented – and fortunate – students the NEU had to offer. Be it safety, learning environment or any other measure of respectability, the post-grad section of campus had the best of the best. And, average students were barred from entering.

In this, Lan Jue's status as an instructor served him well. He proceeded unmolested to the classroom Zhou Qianlin had indicated. He pushed his way in to the post-grad building and took the stairs to the third floor. He followed the signs and quickly arrived at his intended destination. He stopped when he came across the sign.

Second Year National Scholars, Classroom Four.

Yup, this is the place. He stopped before the door and took a look at the time. Still ten minutes before class was slated to end.

It was then he discovered he wasn't alone, standing there in the corridor. He was a handsome man, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a whip-thin figure. A strikingly large diamond stud twinkled on his left ear. The youth, seeing Lan Jue stop not far off, also swept his eyes over the newcomer.

He gave the kid a smile – and then froze. He knew, just then, that he'd seen this young man before. Could it be? That day, at the wedding… luminaries abound… was this the young man who was there to marry Zhou Qianlin? The man whose bride he stole?

It was, and if it wasn't for his intervention that day, this would be Zhou Qianlin's husband.

He was locked in place, thoughts running chaotically through his brain. His heart thumped raggedly in his chest. But despite what happened, what followed, he felt no pang of regret 1.

"You a teacher?" Richard asked.

Lan Jue simply nodded. He followed Richards eyes to his own clothing and understood why he might have asked.

"Good morning, professor," the young man greeted politely.

"Good morning," Lan Jue returned. He nodded, forcing that languid smile back on his face. He was no fool, and quickly deduced that the 'trouble' Qianlin had described was standing right in front of him. But it was strange… he was from the Western Alliance, and the wedding that day was as much for them as it was for political insurance. When it fell through, it was undoubtedly a great shame on both their illustrious families. In the face of a situation like this, what was he doing here? In school? In uniform? It was, in a word, weird.

Richard continued his polite inquiries. "Are you here looking for someone?"

"I am," he said, nodding once again. "My cousin."

He shot Lan Jue a bright smile. "Oh great! Your cousin goes to school here. I'm waiting for someone as well. My wife."

"Wife?" For reason unknown, hearing those two words coming from the young man's mouth made Lan Jue want to punch him in the face.

"Yup! The most beautiful girl in school. She should be finishing school soon. Look for the gorgeous one – that's her." Richard was almost bloated with pride.

"Oh."

Richard's tutors were good and, seeing Lan Jue had no interest in speaking further he himself lapsed in to silence. He returned to his languid pose against the nearby wall and watched the door of the room, as though capable of seeing what was going on behind it.

It wasn't long before classes ended. As the bell rang and students filed from their rooms, the once quiet hallway burst in to pandemonium. The door to the classroom opened and a teacher exited – no, a model.

The instructor wore a pair of pressed black pants, a short black blazer and a white shirt. Her black hair was pulled in to a tall bun on the top of her head, and black-framed glasses hung on her pert nose. But despite her severe choice of clothing, Lan Jue wasn't off-put – but rather, intrigued.

The woman couldn't have been older than twenty five – not much different than Lan Jue himself. Her big eyes were fetching, but it was her figure that caught one's attention. She bore a graceful charm, the confidence and experience of an adult. Each curve of her figure seemed to go on forever, a playground for the eyes.

Richard, however, upon seeing her, unconsciously slid a little behind Lan Jue to hide.

"You again." Her eyes, sharp like razors, landed instantly upon Richard. "I've told you already, stop harassing my students. I guess my warnings don't mean any more to you than the air it takes to speak them. I honestly don't care who you are, this is the National Eastern University. Three times already you've done this, and you know what they say about three strikes. We're going to the teaching affairs office."

She swept past Lan Jue like he didn't existed, and grabbed Richard by the shoulder. "P-Professor Tan, now just wait a moment," he said. "I'm not harassing Qianlin. I'm just here to meet her after class. I'm her husband!" He sputtered as Professor Tan tugged him along, and he likewise lifted a hand to resist.

But despite his protests Professor Tan appeared determined. Her tugs were fierce, and Richard's poor attempts to extricate himself bore no results. She was like a force of nature, pulling him effortlessly through the hall. Richard's struggles faltered when he suddenly lost control and feeling in half of his body, rendered nearly paralyzed by a shuddering gust of power from Professor Tan's hand.

"Ah, Ah!"

She was fierce! As Lan Jue looked on he was immediately reminded of Mika. The two were remarkably alike in some ways.

"And you are you?" Her piercing glare had turned to him, then. "At least this one's wearing his uniform, which you have failed to do. You're coming to the office, too."

She hadn't even finished before her right hand reached out like a claw for him.

"Ah?"Lan Jue opened his mouth, but she wasn't interested in an answer. Her fingers stretched closer. Lan Jue had recognized right away when she reached for Richard that hers was an uncommon Discipline. But it was just that, uncommon. Nothing he had to worry about.

Almost without thought, Lan Jue raised a hand. Were this any other situation, the motion would have been sufficient to stop Professor Tan's advance. But he'd forgotten that he wasn't Zeus here – and regardless, an injured Zeus.

A blast of energy exuded from the Professor's hand. Lan Jue, meanwhile, felt his upraised palm tremble. He tried to urge his Discipline to action, but a dull pain filled his chest and nothing happened. It was just enough time for Professor Tan to grip him with a pinching grip to his trapezius. The numbness that filled his body was almost instantaneous. Even his face froze up.

How novel! It was the first thought that entered his mind. Here he was, King of the Mercenaries, Ninth-Level Adept, with the power of Thunder and Lightning at his disposal, even capable of defeating the best the Pontiff's Castle had to offer… snatched up by an angry teacher.

He couldn't even remember the last time he felt like this! Professor Tan humphed in agitation and stomped off down the hall, dragging Richard and Lan Jue behind her.

Richard's wide, innocent eyes shot towards Lan Jue. Zeus, meanwhile, was suffering from crippling unbidden facial convulsions. He wished desperately to employ his Discipline to escape the embarrassing situation, but this woman's own capabilities were nothing to scoff at. Her claw-like fingers dug painfully in to his shoulder, and with his own body weakened from injury he found it difficult to fend off even the slightest assault.

Is this to be my piteous end, dragged to death like a dog? Disgraceful, utterly shameful. And my suit!…

Now, the only thing going through Lan Jue's mind was the desperate desire that as few people as possible saw what was happening to him. But reality would be cruel and deny his pleas. Nearly every eye in the hall was on them. Teachers stood by their open doors, and every student was pressed along the walls. It was a nightmare, only real and happening before his twitching eyes.

"Professor."

"Hello Professor Tan."

"Good morning Professor."

She stomped past each overly polite student. With each greeting Lan Jue keenly felt their eyes following him. Gone, all gone! His illustrious name. All he could do was shut his eyes and wish for death. Professor Tan, meanwhile, nodded to each of her greeters and kept on.

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Zhou Qianlin never liked the crowds when classes ended. As a result she was often the last to leave the classroom. He must be here, she thought. Richard too. I wonder if he saw him…

Richard had enrolled and arrived at school only a few days prior. Since then, he'd come calling after every class, for all the world acting like they were a wedded couple. Of course by any measure, ceremonial or legal, the two of them had no relationship. But Zhou Qianlin had been patient with him. She felt guilty – but the reason…

She pushed past the door and stood in the hall, looking left and right.

"Eh? Where is everyone?"

The trepidation in her heart from seeing the young men again subsided, replaced by confusion.

"The Savage Goddess put on another display, lost art of torture and public humiliation. The two guys didn't even see her coming, poor bastards. Looks like she was in a bad mood today."

The words of the passing student reached her ears. Savage Goddess? That's what they call Professor Tan. Nice enough lady, but that temper…

It was likely Richard was the victim. He'd already tried several times to meet her here, and the last time was explicitly warned against it. But the second? It couldn't… was the second Lan Jue?

The concept flabbergasted her. How could that be, with Lan Jue as strong as he was? Professor Tan was something else, but surely no match for him.

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Teaching Affairs Office.

"Director Wu, these two gentlemen have been harassing my students. I demand they get an official warning and reprimand from the school." Tan Lingyun practically howled her demands.

"Eh? Professor Lan? What in the world are you doing here? Didn't you just get back, and now you're harassing students? Ugh, Professor Tan let go of him immediately." Wu Junyi stared slack-jawed at the teacher who'd just moments before he was praising.

Lan jue's eyes were still shut tightly from shame and grief.

Gone! Finished! My reputation!

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Chapter 100: Apprentice?

"He's a teacher?" Tan Lingyun, like the Director, looked at Lan Jue in astonishment.

The Director rounded on his female colleague in anger. "Lingyun! Again with this temper of yours! Clearly you acted without thinking and dragged the poor instructor all the way down here. Let – go – at – once! And what would happen if you hurt Professor Lan with that crushing grip of yours?"

"I, eh…. I didn't know." Tan Lingyun released her death grip and Lan Jue crumpled to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Without his discipline to protect him, the pain was excruciating.

"Oh, I do apologize." She immediately stooped down and helped the great mercenary king to his feet.

Upset could not begin to describe the look on Lan Jue's face.

"Why didn't you just say you were a teacher?" Tan Lingyun's eyes widen, her tone accusing.

"And what opportunity did you give me to do so!" Lan Jue shot back in indignation.

Tan Lingyun's shock only deepened. She took a good long look at this Professor Lan. His meticulously teased black hair, thin body, handsome face, fine white suit and bowtie. Only, the suit had been coated now with dirt, and hopelessly wrinkled.

She covered her disgrace with anger, narrowing her eyes and glaring at him. "What kind of man are you, anyway? You're an instructor of the National Eastern University, and you don't employ a Discipline to defend yourself?"

Lan Jue almost gagged, but in the end his response was muted and dejected. "Fine… you win."

She snorted scornfully, then turned away. "Director Wu, I'll leave this to you. Take care of this young pilot, because if I find him skulking around my classroom again I won't be held responsible for my actions."

Richard's scowl was deep and bewildered. "I was just there to meet my wife! What's wrong with that?!"

Tan Lingyun squared her shoulders and glared down her nose at him, full of a domineering arrogance. "First, this is not your house. This is a university. The only relationship we tolerate between students in these walls, is as schoolmates. If you want to go meet your wife, meet her at home. Second, Qianlin has never acknowledged you as her husband. This marriage you have concocted is all wishful thinking, with no legal documents or proof to back it up. Therefore, if I ever see your face again I will be formally submitting a request to have you expelled from school." 1

"You!" Finally, Richard's temper spun out of his control. The faint aura of his discipline began to exude from around him.

"ENOUGH!" Wu Junyi's thunderous voice rang through the office, cold and commanding. Richard suddenly felt a devastating pressure bearing down on him. The sudden fear that filled him helped to control his temper.

"Professor Tan, you may go. I'll deal with this."

"Goodbye, Director Wu." Tan Lingyun gave him a curt nod, turned, and left. As she stomped out she muttered, just loud enough to hear.

"No kind of man at all."

Both Lan Jue and Richard stiffened visibly at the insult. They looked briefly at each other, unsure to whom she was referring.

Director Wu watched 'the Savage Goddess' leave, helpless. "Professor Lan, this was a misunderstanding. I apologize on behalf of Lingyun. And as for you…" Wu Junyi's eyes shot quick and fierce to Richard. "I'll deal with you momentarily. Stand to the side."

Lan Jue made his way from the teaching affair's office and back towards the teaching building he was so cruelly thrown from. As he did, a cold gust followed. He shivered and hunched in his suit, burdened and bleak. But more than the chilling breeze, there was that ineffable feeling lingering in his heart. Such was life! In the end, at least it was interesting. A laugh come unbidden from his lips, then. Could I be some sort of masochist?

"So I'll assume everything's fine, with you smirking to yourself like that." The sultry voice arose from nearby. He turned his head, and sure enough there she was. Zhou Qianlin stood behind him, only a short distance away. The look on her face was more inquisitive than accusatory.

"Yup, everything's fine! Why wouldn't it be?" Lan Jue stuck out his chest in prime manly fashion.

Zhou Qianlin advanced towards him, a knowing smirk on her face. She ran a hand through her long, silken hair. "Your clothes are soiled."

"Oh, this…" His squirmed.

"Let's go," she said, dropping the issue and any further questions.

The two walked side by side, and as predicted there was no shortage of curious glances directed their way. The title of School Beauty wasn't lightly given, after all.

"Did you recognize him?" Zhou Qianlin's voice was low as they meandered through the university.

"Mm. Your fiancé," he replied.

Zhou Qianlin lifted her eyes to stare at him. She found a face as still and calm as the surface of a pond. "That's right, and he's here for me. What do you think I should do about it?"

Lan Jue blinked. "That's up to you, how should I know?"

Her face stiffened, but a huff of laughter soon followed. "That's right! It is up to me. Even though I'm a 'soiled woman' I think he'll still want me. No problem then, you can go!"

Her pace quickened and she pulled out in front. Lan Jue came to a stop, making no effort to follow. He watched as she slowly vanished in to the distance. His features never changed, no expression revealed, except perhaps that shade of gloom returning. He turned the opposite direction, and began to walk.

Electives Building.

"Are you serious? Listen kid, if you're messing with me you know what'll happen." Tang Xiao crackled his knuckles, glaring fiercely at Dumb-Mutt Jin situated before him.

There was a real fear in Jin Tao's eyes as he tittered nervously. "Look, buddy, how am I messing with you here? You shouldn't keep treating me like before. I mean, now we're the same – we're both apprentices under the same master!"

The fat on Tang Xiao's face jiggled perceptibly. "Fellow apprentices? I really have no idea what Professor Lan was thinking. A guy as insignificant as you, working with him? I mean he can oscillate!"

"Oscillate?" Jin Tao's eyes popped and he almost salivated at the prospects.

Tang Xiao laughed patronizingly. "That's right, oscillation! Otherwise how could I be sure of his abilities as a master instructor? Only… he surely is a tough one. I still feel the beating he gave me."

"Did your Discipline…" Jin Tao whispered cryptically.

His compatriot's eyes hardened. "It's a secret. How am I going to share that with some mangy dog."

"Tang Xiao," Jin Tao growled. "I've tolerate your insults for a long time. If you keep talking down to me, I'll –"

Tang Xiao replied by puffing out his expansive chest. "What are you gunna do? That sentence is the best way to describe you. Not to mention you look like a mangy dog. For other people, a tall forehead means intelligence 2, but you prove the saying false. What're ya gunna do, man, bite me?"

Jin Tao snorted derisively. "And you're better? You're growing in the wrong damn direction. When you were born whatever monstrous thing created you had to apologize for the error!"

"You are REALLY looking for an ass-kicking!" Tang Xiao's hand shot out, looking to grab his opponent by the neck.

"Professor!" Jin Tao's call froze Tang Xiao but only for a moment. He snagged Dumb-Mutt by the collar and grinned hideously in his face.

"Don't give me that garbage. A three year-old wouldn't fall for that nonsense. It's not time yet, and the professor isn't here. I could stand here and curse his mother and nothing would happen."

"Is that so?" A dispassionate voice wafted over in reply.

Tang Xiao went stiff as a board, his jiggling fat swallowing that malicious grin. Slowly his expansive girth turned, and he addressed them an behind him with perfect propriety. "Oh, professor. You're here. I-I was just messing around."

Lan Jue's hands were stuffed in his trouser pockets. He looked at him, then to Jin Tao, and nodded. "Hm, not bad. Both of your disciplines have improved. But it's not enough. I've been on a business trip, and just got back. Are you two serious about learning with me?"

Before Tang Xiao could even open his mouth, Jin Tao practically leapt forward, falling to his knees before Lan Jue. Flop.

"Master, I am absolutely serious. I beg you to accept me as your student!" He assurances came as he bowed low to Lan Jue's feet, so deep as to bang his head on the floor.

The suddenness and intensity of Jin Tao's actions stunned both Tang Xiao and Lan Jue speechless. Students bowing low to instructors like this, what year was it?

Tang Xiao's jaw set, and he bowed as low as he could manage. "Sir, I'm also determined."

Lan Jue pulled Jin Tao up from the ground, and shook his head. "Good. That being the case, from now on I will also genuinely consider you both my disciples. However, if at any point in the future you do not acquiesce to my commands, any relationship we have as student and master is immediately dissolved."

Jin Tao was overjoyed. He practically shouted at his new master. "Professor, whatever it is, just tell us what to do." Despite his incessantly arrogant demeanor, it was clear the boy was no idiot. He and Tang Xiao were different, to be sure. The latter was talented, an ace student. But this one? It was fair to say that here, he was nothing. If it wasn't for his sister's position as a teacher here, he'd never have passed muster to join the school.

It was Jin Tao's customary state to be uncaring, aloof, even dismissive. However, in his heart he did strive for dignity. This was increased when he listened to Lan Jue's speech that day in class. On that day, he became even more determined. He wanted to be a prince among men, to be a true noble. In his eyes that meant he first had to grow strong. With strength, the most basic requirements for greatness would be met. That is why without hesitation, without question, he threw himself to the floor before his master. He needed to prove his sincerity.

"Go on… beat him!" Lan Jue jabbed a finger at Tang Xiao, he stared helplessly at his teacher. "You may fight back, but neither of you may use your discipline."

"Heh!" A devilish light shone in Jin Tao's eyes, and as he slowly advanced on his pudgy opponent his grin became predatory.

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"Jin Tao is nothing but a damn rabid mongrel. Insane, and nobody wants anything to do with him. No, not that. He's a rabid mongrel who blindly follows a master. I'm convinced he's only pretending to be a madman most of the time! He shouldn't be called the Frenzied Lion Mastiff, no. They should call him the Scheming Idiot!"

Memoirs of the Metal Fox, Army General Tang Xiao

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"That fat-ass Tang Xiao isn't worth being called a human. A brain full of filth and obscenities. Anyone who becomes his enemy doesn't dare give him a chance to open his fool mouth, otherwise even if you come out the victor you've still given him what he wants. The best method is simply to beat him. Beat him to within an inch of his life. Until he can't even open his mouth. If I was tasked with giving him a nickname, it would be this: the Fathead Porkbucket. That suits him best!"

Memoirs of the Frenzies Lion Mastiff, Army General Jin Tao

1. With an attitude like this she better be one hell of a teacher!

2. So they say in China. Luckily bald people use this to their advantage!

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Chapter 101: Bodyguard, Where Are You?

Tang Xiao stumbled to the floor with a swollen face and bloody nose. It was difficult to see his expression through the results of his beating.

Jin Tao, conversely, sat not far away. His expression was clear – the satisfaction of a man who'd finally taken a dump after days of constipation. In a way, finally beating on Tang Xiao was just that, release. He hadn't escaped the fight without a few bruises of his own, but they were few compared to Tang Xiao's.

"Hurts?" Lan Jue stood at Tang Xiao's side, looking down on him. The young man looked at his instructor, grunted, and said nothing further.

"Up!" Lan Jue hissed at him.

It was almost by reflex that Tang Xiao shot up. "What the hell is this about!" His words were muffled from the beating.

"Got a problem?" Lan Jue peered at him. "You probably thought he was so much weaker than you. Only reason you lost was because you couldn't use your Discipline, right?"

Tang Xiao didn't answer, but the look in his eyes did it for him: You're damn right!

Lan Jue continued. "As an Adept, as a pilot, your physical abilities are your foundation. Your will to fight is the key to success. You're fat, but you're also supple – flexible. You've got that up on Jin Tao. So why did you lose? Because you didn't have his dogged 1 determination. What that means is, if your powers were equal, he'd beat you every time. This was just a little contest. You lose, you suffer a little pain. But if this was war… you'd be dead."

"So today the lesson I leave you two with is this: Treat every drill like a battle. Treat every opponent like an archenemy!"

The stubborn dissent in Tang Xiao's eyes slowly melted away. It was replaced with a solemn consideration. He was, after all, a smart and talented student. There was no doubt he'd come to understand. He was twenty-three years old, and already he possessed considerable ability. However despite his innate skills, he'd certainly heard similar things from his other instructors. Perhaps it had never really resonated with him before, or maybe they had never impressed the fact that success would really require physical sacrifice.

"You lost the war of wills. Now do you understand?" Lan Jue concluded.

Tang Xiao lifted his head, and nodded solemnly.

Lan Jue then turned his scowling face to Jin Tao. "Understanding doesn't mean we're finished. I never told you to stop."

This time, Tang Xiao was the one with a malicious, hungry grin on his face.

"Wait a minute, this isn't right!" Jin Tao howled as the massive girth descended towards him, like a hungry tiger pouncing it's prey.

By the time Lan Jue was leisurely waltzing from the NEU campus, both the future Metal Fox and Frenzied Lion Mastiff lay sprawled on the dirt. This time Professor Lan hadn't lifted a hand, but they were in a sorrier state than the before. It only ended when they had no more strength to fight.

Ah. Teaching really is pretty nice. At the very least, relaxing.

Thinking back on the actions of the two gentlemen, guys not really much younger than himself, brought a smile to his face. Fifteen years ago he first experienced something like they did today. It froze the smile on his face, when the memories came. Fifteen years ago… a pain that went to the bone! Every time it was like that.

Serves you right, sitting there counting cigarette buts in the street! Hmph!

Classes weren't until tomorrow, and there wasn't anything he needed doing. It was time to go home. Still there were things to consider. Not only for himself, but for his young ladies as well. If they only worked together their development would skyrocket. Maybe things would be different this time. He wasn't sure how it would feel treating them like students.

His thoughts were interrupted as a familiar figure crossed his vision, exiting the university's main gate. He recognized him as his fellow sufferer from earlier in the day. Richard stood a short distance from the entrance smoking a cigarette. He looked glum, and ashamed.

"Oh hey, its you," he greeted amicably as he spotted Lan Jue.

"Don't come over here," Lan Jue snarled. "I don't know you." If it wasn't for this guy he wouldn't have been so publicly humiliated, abused by that hateful woman.

Richard was sheepish and apologetic. "Look, I'm sorry Professor! But you really shouldn't be blaming me, that woman really is just a bully. It's a damn tragedy she's my lady's class leader!"

Lan Jue had struggled to bring his anger under control, and was nearly back to his indifferent norm. But hearing him refer to Qianlin as his lady brought it all back bubbling to the surface.

"So what are you doing, casing the place?"

"Nah I'm not loitering or anything. Classes are almost out for the day, and Qianlin will have to come out this way. A gentleman sends his wife home, right?"

"Oh," Lan Jue replied, "alright then, as you were." He shrugged dismissively before pushing his bicycle out of the campus and down the street.

Suddenly he felt a heat welling up in his chest. He paused, and then a sound rang through the back of his mind: Bodyguard, where are you?

Bodyguard!

His response was almost subconscious, channeling his psychic energies through the soul-caller gem resting against his chest: Gate of the University.

I'll be there soon. Send me home! Repel anyone who tries to get near me. That's your responsibility. Even in his head Qianlin's voice was cool and dismissive.

Fine. His exodus from the school stopped. It was true – he still had a responsibility to act as her protector for the next couple of years. Nor was her request excessive, and so he had no grounds to refuse.

Not long after their exchange, Qianlin appeared by the gate. She walked by herself, clad in form-fitting clothing with her long black hair flowing down her back. Her face was neutral, but regardless was possessed of a quiet beauty. Her flashing blue eyes glimmered behind the cascading waves of black hair – certainly attention-grabbing.

"Qialin!" Upon seeing her, Richard sprang in to action. He barreled towards her at a run. "I'm sure you're tired, huh, Qianlin. Here, my verti-car is parked just over there. I'll send you home. Oh, but I was invited to dinner by my aunt."

Qianlin shot him a withering glance. "Great! You go ahead. I have someone here to send me home."

"Eh?" At first, hearing her enthusiasm his heart nearly leapt from his chest. However, when she finished her sentence a bitter taste filled his mouth. His formerly friendly demeanor suddenly grew prickly as he shot his eyes around. "Whose sending you?"

"That'd be me," Lan Jue interjected lazily.

Richard looked at him, confused. "You?"

"That's right."

"So," the young man started, "this morning, before the classroom. You were there waiting for Qianlin as well?"

Lan Jue nodded in confirmation.

"You her cousin?" He asked.

Again, he nodded.

Zhou Qianlin had already moved to Lan Jue's side. She deftly pulled herself up onto the back seat of the bicycle. "Let's get going."

"Yup." Lan Jue watched Richard's slack features as he pushed off the floor, one foot on the pedal. Sadly Zhou Qianlin's presence on the back of his bicycle cramped his standard riding style. He had to squat over the seat.

"Cousins…? The hell was he driving, anyway?" He stood watching them meander away for a good few minutes, but still couldn't quite wrap his head around what had just happened.

Richard didn't feel threatened by the handsome instructor. Their relationship as cousins – and the fact he was just as easily disposed of as he by Tan Lingyun earlier – made him less problematic. Sure there were plenty of handsome guys who were interested in Zhou Qianlin, but how may could boast his personal status? He had a deeply connected family, a blessed and comfortable life, and an outstanding education. All of this conspired to instill him with a healthy sense of self-confidence from a young age.

Still, in the wake of his recent interaction with Zhou Qianlin he felt something odd. His interest in her, his courtship, wasn't a new endeavor. In fact he'd fallen in love with her the very moment he first saw her. After their disastrous wedding, his father – enraged from the shame and disgraceful treatment – finally conceded after Richard had used every means at his disposal to convince him to let the young man come back to Planet Skyfire. Through all of this he felt he knew his fiancee very well, and yet for reasons unknown he sensed her overall mood had changed markedly from before.

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Lan Jue pedaled the bicycle, and Zhou Qianlin sat perched on the back. Both were silent. And though their rolling journey through the landscape of Skyfire was picturesque, there existed a strange barrier between them that made the trip uncomfortable.

For a while it continued in this way, until Lan Jue spoke up. "So, where we going?"

"Grace Hospital," she replied.

"Got it." Lan Jue began the journey towards the hospital. He'd only been there once, but the profound effect it had left on him meant he knew precisely how to get there. They continued in relative silence before arriving at the doors.

Zhou Qianlin deftly dismounted from the bicycle's back 'seat'. However, she didn't move towards the door. Instead she lifted her hands, and rubbed her face for a few moments.

"I'm not going in."

"Don't go in!"

The two spoke on top of one another. They exchanged a look. It was Lan Jue's awkward tones that broke the ensuing silence. "I have a friend coming to Skyfire City. I promised I'd go see him."

"Your responsibilities aren't finished," Qianlin responded coolly. "I'd have to increase your contract duration a few days. Go then, no need to come back. I'll find my own way home." With that she turned and pushed her way in to the hospital. As she did, her back turned to her bodyguard, a smile spread across her pretty face. No matter her grievances, or how sour her mood, a smile always covered her features when she entered here. She was here to bring joy to her elderly charges, to make their lives better.

Watching her leave, Lan Jue's face also twisted unnaturally. "Hera, she's your sister," he muttered to himself. "If I didn't already have you, I don't know if I'd be able to help myself from falling in love with this one. Helpful, attractive… but my troubles are many, and I wouldn't want to involve her. But don't worry. I'll help you watch after her."

1. Get it? Heh.

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Chapter 102: The Cathedral of the Holy Spirit

If you find yourself in some trouble, just call. The message was relayed to Zhou Qianlin via their soul caller gems. Lan Jue said nothing further, and pedaled away in to the distance.

Zhou Qianlin, meanwhile, felt the heat of the gem as she walked deeper in to the old people's home. The rims of her eyes grew slightly red. She unconsciously pressed her hands to her chest, reminding herself that this was a means of communication only the two of them could hear. She shook her head and puckered her lips, squelching the train of thought running through her mind. That plastered smile reappeared, and she continued on her way.

"Hey! Qianlin's here. Just off school, right? You really shouldn't come so often. It has to affect your studies."

"That's right! Qianlin, come on over here and have a sip of water. We really are all fine here, you shouldn't kill yourself coming all the time. We may be old but we can still take fine care of ourselves!"

"Ah ladies. I come so often because I miss you! Are you saying you don't look forward to my visits?"

"Of course we do! You don't know how much."

"Good then. And what about our new friend, Bess? Is she still shut up in her room? Let me go look in on her."

"Ah that stubborn old biddy! I don't know if she's got some sort of problem, always appearing and disappearing mysteriously. And always with that lascivious air. You see her and you know you're in for bad times!" A particularly prickly old woman muttered unkindly towards Qianlin.

Another at her side chortled. "Alright, Flores. We all know you're jealous because Bess is prettier – stealing your title of 'prettiest granny in the old folk's home.'"

"Hmph, is that so," Flores huffed scornfully.

"Mrs. Flores, I brought your favorite for you today. Smoked plums! But you must remember to only eat one a day." Zhou Qianlin artfully steered them away from the topic, laughing prettily.

"Oh, thank you so much! You really are the dearest girl."

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"Ugh, this thing really is slow, huh." Lan Jue muttered helplessly to no one as he pedaled the antique bicycle.

He glanced at the time displayed on his communicator. With some effort he should still be fine, he thought. His destination was the public air hangars, where anyone wishing to cross the planet had to dock. The guy he was meeting there certainly wasn't using public transportation, but he'd be there nonetheless.

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"General, how long before you plan to return to An Lun?"

"Seventy-two hours," Lan Qing flatly replied. "Roughly two jumps still ahead."

"Very well, general."

"Before I return prepare all the information we have on the Pontiff's Castle of the Western Alliance. Have it ready for me by the time I get back. Be as detailed as possible, especially concerning their highest-grade members."

"The Pontiff's Castle?" The voice that came across the communicator seemed taken aback by the request.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" Lan Qing glowered dangerously at the space in front of him.

"We'll have it ready for your arrival."

"Good."

He broke the call, just in time to let a couple light coughs escape his chest. "When they say smoking's harmful to your health, they aren't kidding. But I haven't been as relaxed as I was last night in longer than I can remember. A-Jue… the Castle!"

Prometheus, the God of Wisdom stared out in to space, murder in his dark eyes.

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Western Alliance. Capital Planet.

It was a gorgeous world, similar to the Earth they originated from. Discovered a hundred and eight years ago and settled by the Western Alliance. It had taken immense resources and manpower, but once they verified the rich resources the planet had to offer, they wasted no time in establishing their capital here.

Capital Planet was more locally known as Eurmania. Seas comprised eighty percent of it's surface. Only twenty percent was habitable. Strangely, though, in contrast to the Earth it mimicked, the water here was all fresh. The fauna were also markedly different, but despite these discrepancies the place was still a perfect place for human habitation. Other than it's lack of salt, that is. But that was an issue easily fixed through interstellar shipping.

Several notable cities graced the surface of Eurmania. The most impressive of these was located on the planet's eastern hemisphere, Spiritus Sanctus. It's opposite, though no less awe-inspiring, lay in the west; Gomorrah.

Part of it's mythos was that when the planet was discovered, God and Satan carved it to their liking and founded the two cities. Of course only a very few people actually believed in the stories, but the truth of it was it brought the ancient culture of humanity to bear here on their Capital Planet.

Human interstellar travel and planetary terraforming were still relatively young. Still, it was an advancement that has seen incredible progress in a short period. Eurmania is proof of that fact. It was comparable to the East's own Planet Skyfire, though perhaps even more integral to the West.

Spiritus Sanctus was home to a particularly unique location, where sunlight shined thirty-six hours a day. On this planet, when a day lasted forty-eight hours, the result was only twelve hours of darkness in the area. In the center, often bathed in golden sunlight, was the crown jewel of the Holy City; The Cathedral of the Holy Spirit.

It was a gorgeous building done in the renaissance style of Old Earth. It was a classical structure with a Romanesque dome and Grecian Corinthian pillars. The building was constructed to look like a giant crucifix when viewed from above in accordance with holy tradition. It was the largest cathedral in all the Three Alliances. The interior was nothing short of resplendent; both bright and dim in places, mysterious, and composed of beautiful marble. The walls sported countless murals, painstakingly created by chips of colored marble. The project had been strikingly vast.

The archway which lead to the dome was situated on the right hand side of the structure. Although there was an elevator to help lift travelers part of the way, the route to the rooftop gardens near the done still required three hundred and thirty steps to access. It was common knowledge that watching the sunset over the Sanctus Plaza from the Cathedral rooftops was the most beautiful sight in the city.

The central dome was the brainchild of a master architect. The interior of the dual-structure was always brilliantly lit. Beneath it rested the Pontiff's Altar, over which hung a bronze baldachin designed by Giovanni Lorenzo Bernini himself. The twisting column drew every eye that fell upon it. Further below, in the church proper, sat St. Peter's tomb with a giant marble sculpture of Pope Pius VI done by Antonio Canova kneeling before it. The windows were stained glass, and featured prominently was a massive piece depicting a dove surrounded by an aureole. The inscription below it read Bernini's Dove of the Holy Spirit. The entrance to the Secret Archives was to the left, within which was housed the holy relics that displayed the wealth and power of the Pontiff's Castle.

A plaza stretched in front of the cathedral, capable of accommodating over three hundred and fifty thousand city residents. It was three hundred and forty meters long, two hundred forty meters wide and encircled long two long half-moon covered walkways. Each bore a massive two hundred and eighty-four meter tall columns that kept it's towering ceilings aloft. Said ceiling was adorned with one hundred and forty-two statues, holy men and women of the Castle who watched you as you passed beneath them. Every one was exceptionally life-like.

The Cathedral had taken a total of forty years to construct. The pious believed worshiping here was the greatest of pilgrimages, the highest honor they could achieve in their lifetimes.

Today it was host to an uninvited guest. He wasn't a tall man, and in fact stooped unflatteringly. A white coat encircled him, as though he were an old doctor fresh from the local hospital. A pair of glasses sat perched on his nose, with lenses thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle. Slowly he proceeded through the Cathedral – a few steps, then stopping, then on again.

Raising his head, the old man quietly admired the murals and frescoes lining the walls. "They really are incredible! Such a pity…"

He continued further in.

"Forgive me sir, but proceed no farther. Within is the assembly chamber for the Curia. I'm afraid tourists aren't permitted to enter." The old man had arrived before a set of large doors. Two guards barred further passage.

"Oh? I can't go in?" The elderly traveler give them a despondent look.

"Do forgive me," the cassock-clad sentinel repeated, as polite as before. Despite his words, however, he was intractable in his resolve.

"Oh… here then." The man had thus stopped his trek there, turning his face to look at the majestic pontiff's altar behind.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to vacate the premises," the priestly guard continued. A suspicion had grown within him, and he stepped forward to help hasten the man from the area.

"I'm not going anywhere," the man engaged calmly. "Call that stodgy Pontiff out here. I'll wait, but you only have ten minutes. Otherwise I'll turn this grand cathedral of yours in to a quarry."

The priest was stupefied. He looked at the old man like he was a lunatic, unable to believe he'd heard such talk from someone with one foot in the grave. The gall, sitting here attempting to threaten the Pontiff's Castle!

The Castle was, after all, the balance of power in the West. It was large, and famously popular among believers. Even the Dark Castle wouldn't be so brazen as to waltz in and make demands. They were locked, socially opposed and unable to overcome the other.

"Are you crazy, huh? Get out of here, I said!" The priest reached out to shove the man's frail shoulder. But before he could, strange wisps of light emanated from the old man's body. As the lights washed over the guard, he froze solid as rock like the statues he protected.

"Get out here, Pontiff!" The old man's voice was no louder than a pleasant conversational volume. The sound was frail, hoarse, almost lethargic. A minute later that same lethargic voice was ringing like thunder through every corner of the Cathedral.

Every ear perked up at the sound. Every worshiper, priest, cleric and meditating patron couldn't help but sit in stunned silence. At this moment, the whole of the Pontiff's Castle held it's breath.

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Chapter 103: The Arcane Magnate

"Ten minutes, or this place is rubble. I suggest you encourage your disciples to make for the exits." The old man stood unmoved before the doors. As earlier, his hard voice reverberated throughout the Cathedral of the Holy Spirit.

A few minutes of silence ensued. It was broken when the interior of the grand cathedral devolved in to chaos.

Swarms of angry worshipers, clerics, priests and Inquisitors descended upon the man's location, looking for the source of the disturbance.

He made no efforts to hide himself, and was not difficult to spot standing conspicuously before the doors. The hunters raced towards him at break-neck speed. However, as each figure drew within ten meters of the man they suffered the same fate as the first priest; frozen solid like granite, locked in the corona of light that surrounded him.

"Visitors please clear the area. The Cathedral is now closing." The sound was clear, dignified and unhurried. The scores of worshipers flinging themselves at the old man slowed to a trickle, and stopped. All became silent once more within the Cathedral.

In the sudden stillness two figures appeared, flanking the man from two opposite directions. As they slowly walked closer, the doors behind the visitor opened to reveal a third. Three people, from three different directions. Their pace was slow, and exactly mirrored one another's.

The elderly gentlemen calmly turned to face the figure from behind the doors. His face bore no expression.

"Magnate, I pray you're doing well." The man who addressed him was strikingly handsome, with long blonde hair falling loosely down his shoulders. From the back one might think he was a girl. Pretty as a picture, almost like he himself was painted but retained a sense of masculinity. He was clad in a pure white, spotlessly clean cassock, but it was the eyes that stood out. Gold, and as they shone a saintly aura surrounding the newcomer.

"Metatron. Still not good enough. Where's the Pontiff?" The old man addressed him dismissively.

The golden-haired youth smiled amicably. "He's praying. He'll be with you momentarily, if you would care to wait." He spoke with the old man as though addressing an old friend visiting from afar, ignoring his crass manner.

"I said ten minutes. Now it's seven." He clasped his hands behind his back, returning his gaze to the murals set within the vaulted dome ceiling of the Cathedral. His expression was one of appreciation, not violence.

Aside from Metatron, the other two approaching figures also arrived at the old man's location, revealing themselves as two young women The girl on the left was clad in a long white dress, beautiful like an elf. Her skin was fair and soft, almost like milk. Even her long hair was a pure snow white.

The second woman had short blue hair – at least, from this angle. Strangely she seemed like an illusion or hologram, changing color as the time and angles changed. Her features were normal enough, but for that strange discoloration that made her hard to pinpoint with the eyes.

Metatron continue. "Arcane Magnet, sir, we know why you've come. This entire situation really is regrettable."

The old man snorted a sarcastic laugh. "Your regrets can't change what happened. Am I right? Let's see if your regrets can stop me today, shall we? I've lived long enough anyway, I'm starting to grow impatient for what comes next. And who can ask for a better coffin than this beautiful cathedral? I'll have more things buried with me than the kings of old."

Metatron's amicable smile began to slip. "Magnate, please be cautious. We don't tolerate blasphemy of the Father or his home here."

This earned a scornful snort. "The only god I know is Mathematics. Your god, is bullshit."

"The audacity!" The girl on his left gasped in a tender, finicky voice. Her mane of white hair began to float around her head, and silvery moonlight emanated from her. The light beckoned six silvery wings which stretched from her back and splayed wide. A suffocating aura of sanctity filled the air.

"And now this, half-assed 'moon angel' daring to puff up like a peacock before me." The old man waved his hand at the young woman as though he were shooing away a fly. The motion elicited strange lights from reality before him. It was a peculiar illumination, that fanned out before him. The instant it touched the moon angel's aura, the silvery light melted away like ice before an inferno. The speed with which is enveloped her was staggering.

It was like the air was sucked away, stealing it from her lips and pulling it from her lungs. The silvery girl's eye's grew wide in fear.

"Please, be lenient Master Magnate." Metatron had stepped before the old man, cutting his line of sight to the beleaguered young girl. His hands were raised as if to ward the frail man off, matched at his back by the unfurling of his great golden wings. They were so large, so full that determining just how many Metatron possessed was a difficult endeavor.

His own aura wasn't flashy, nothing so glorious or brilliant, but was possessed of an incomparable pureness that culminated in the golden halo surrounding his head. It was his turn now, and as his hands raised a light was liberated from their depths, so grand that it was like a sun had been born within the confines of the Cathedral.

"Hmph!" The old man nearly spat. Suddenly his form became ethereal, like a vision, and vanished. However his sudden disappearance did not mean they were safe, for instead the strange light that was slowly suffocating the moon angel suddenly exploded outward. In the blink f an eye it had surrounded the entirety of the palatial church – and all within found themselves fighting for each burning breath.

"Magnate, you mustn't!" Metatron shouted through gasps, but the terrifying vacuum surrounding them swallowed the sound before it could manifest. Instead he could only project his thoughts outward. As he did so an orb of golden light fought to expand out, with the angel at the center.

This was no ordinary denizen of the Pontiff's Castle. This was the one known as the First Among Seraphs, second only to the Pontiff himself. More powerful even than the seven Archangels, and once regarded as the closest to the Paragons themselves. But despite these titles, in the face of this singular old man he was clearly outmatched. This greatest of heavenly angels was not fighting – he was hoping not to upset the elderly visitor further.

"Three. More. Minutes!" The hoary voice arose from every which direction, making it impossible to pinpoint the Magistrate's precise location. As his voice faded, it was replaced with the sudden, thunderous chorus of angelic singing. It rang throughout the entirety of the Cathedral, and as it did the whole of the interior brightened as though light were pouring from the walls. Crashing waves of milk-white, holy light was coming from the doors behind Metatron in a torrent.

Visions of angels fluttered in the sea of white. The overpowering, sacred aura filled the onlookers with a sense of nirvana. Even the vacuum created by the Magnate diminished in the face of such an aura. The air around them returned to normal, and that suffocating sensation faded in to memory.

"Old coot, as crazy as ever." Another voice joined the exchange, this one aged and plain. The source was revealed to be an old man, who walked towards them from the large doors. He was clad in luxurious robes, and a pointed hat sat upon his snow white hair. Metatron retreated a step, nodding respectfully towards him. The two women at his side bowed low at the waist.

"Took you long enough. Any longer and you'd have to rebuild this little nest you've cobbled together for yourself." A shadowy figure appeared before the pontiff's altar. After a few moments it reconstituted in to the now familiar shape of the hoary old man.

The Pontiff regarded him from his location by the doors. "Keeper, this isn't necessary."

Indeed it was he. This old man who'd single-handedly repelled the forces of the Pontiff's Castle, the one they called the Arcane Magnate was the same old codger who spent his days on his deck chair in Skyfire Avenue sipping tea.

He scowled at the Pontiff's remarks. "You should be quite clear on the rules we've established on Skyfire Avenue. The Jewelry Master is one of ours, a member of the Council – a fact you knew full well. And yet, you set your trap and tried to have him killed. How do you plan to explain this?"

The old priest watched him with an inquisitive gaze. "I haven't seen you this energetic in ages, you geezer. Aren't you afraid of the strain, that it may kill you? You dare to come here alone, even though you must know that in this Holy City my abilities are nigh limitless. I can see what will be, can make it my will."

This produced a chortle from the Keeper. "I couldn't care less. Of the Paragons I am considered eighth, and you sixth – you're already more powerful than I am. But there is something I have over you, and that is pure destructive power. Other than the two greatest among us, none can compare to the obliteration I can bring. How do you think your precious city would look after a blast from my positron assault?"

The Pontiff glowered at his guest, sighing as he spoke. "Very well. Indeed, in this aspect we are in the wrong. If it wasn't for his relationship with the Stygian Succubus did you think I'd agree to provoking your Avenue? With that explanation, what will do you? Not to mention your own man is not without fault. The Angel of War is utterly destroyed, and Michael himself gravely injured. He'll need at least a year before he is fully recovered. By comparison, you've suffered no great losses."

"None of this has anything to do with me," the old man replied rudely. "I'm here for business the Jewelry Master and I had entered in to, a deal you ruined. Recoup the losses incurred by your meddling, and I'll turn right around and leave."

This took the Pontiff by surprise, as his helpless response underlined. "I figured there'd be a reason behind all of this. Fine, you'll have it. Consider the matter settled."

As he spoke, he turned towards Metatron and nodded pointedly. The Angel's brows knitted and he opened his mouth as though to speak, but the expression in the Pontiff's eyes cut him off.

The Keeper still did not appear convinced. "Since when did the old Scepter start being so agreeable?"

A coldness crept across the Pontiff's expression. "Undermining this meeting so you can show off your cleverness isn't the best move here. Take what you've come for and leave, and don't test my resolve in making you if I must. Even if it costs me this place, my life, don't think I want sacrifice it all if it means protecting the Castle from the likes of you. Even if it means siding with the Dark Tower. Even your precious Avenue couldn't stand against that."

"You're welcome to try," the Magnate hissed through his laughter.

The Pontiff had begun to lost his temper. This infuriating old coot didn't know when to back down. With an angry growl he turned, disappearing through the large double doors. Any further interaction here, and he feared his orders would become violent.

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Chapter 104: Lili

Both the moon and dream angels looked towards the first of their order, Metatron. He watched the exchange between the Pontiff and the Magnate helplessly. For him, strength was not something to fear – but insanity was. If there was one among the Paragons he would not wish to face in battle, it was the man before him now.

The Arcane Magnate might have been ranked low among his peers, his sheer destructive power was in the top three. Worse still, if the old man had his way no trace would remain of his enemies. If he were to really lose his mind, it was unlikely anyone existed who could stop him.

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Skyfire Avenue, Public Airship Hangars.

Lan Jue trotted in to the welcoming lobby somewhat out of breath. It hadn't yet reached rush hour, so there were only a few people present.

He was pleased to find he'd arrived just on time. He'd pedaled valiantly without stopping to make sure of the fact. That bicycle was great for environmental protection, but that lack of speed…

He stumbled to a nearby vending machine set against a wall and stuffed a few coins in to the slot. A water bottle rattled to the bottom, which he took and emptied to nearly half in just a few gulps. He sighed contentedly as the water refreshed him.

In order to recover from the wounds he'd suffered, he had to keep his Discipline tightly bottled up inside. Be it thunder or lightning, their destructive power was too high and his body couldn't yet handle the strain. As a result his journey here by bicycle was completely dependent on his own physical strength – something which, also, was affected by his injuries. The wounds he suffered were indeed significant.

As he stood there, water in hand, his mind spontaneously thought back to earlier in the day. Lamentations filled him as he recalled the scene of him being helplessly dragged through the halls. Even the amusing visions of his disciples beating the piss out of each other couldn't sweep that shadow from his mind. He could only pray that the none of the students who planned to visit his class tomorrow had seen the embarrassing display.

His self-pity was interrupted when the communicator on his wrist began to buzz. A-Jue, you here? The words scrolled across the screen.

Lan Jue immediately made his way towards the station exit to wait for his visitor. It wasn't long before he spotted him.

The man who ambled from the exit was a strange sight to behold. He was almost wrapped in layers of thick black tweed. A bulky scarf was wrapped around his neck. His head was covered in a grey skullcap, and half his face disappeared behind a pair of massive sunglasses. From a distance it was difficult to tell if he were man or mummy.

Lan Jue smirked as he waved high to catch the pile of clothes' attention. The man, presumably peering in all directions, though it was hard to tell, eventually locked on Lan Jue's position. He trotted towards him, pushing a luggage barrow before him. As he did, however, he still looked clandestinely in all directions as though on the lookout. Or in hiding.

Lan Jue took a step forward to greet him. "Well well, Lili. Quite the appearance. I'm guessing 'normal' was not in your wardrobe?"

The mummy man covered his mouth with a hand. "Shh! Keep it down. Let's get out of here, then we'll talk."

It wasn't until they'd left the station the mummy stood up straighter, and heaved a sigh of relief. The two were of a similar height, though the strange man was a sight thinner.

"Alright, we should be fine here. So, A-Jue, where's the car?" The man's voice was soft, clear. It had a strange attraction to it – a voice one would find hard to forget.

"Em…" Lan Jue scratched the back of his head. "I came in sort of a rush, Lili, so transportation's a little crude…"

"What are we wasting time for? I don't need any nonsense luxury car. I don't care what we're driving – and stop calling me Lili! People'll start thinking I'm a woman.1"

Lan Jue draped an arm around his companion's shoulder and pulled him in to a hug. "Fine. A-Li, that good? I'll go get our ride."

Mummy-man was caught in the bear hug, and found it difficult to extricate himself from it. The display of affection dislodged his massive sunglasses and caused them to slip down his face. The brief glance at his eyes showed their surprise while looking at Lan Jue.

Said eyes were striking to say the least; clear, shimmering azure blue orbs which the word 'deep' would fail to describe. On a woman they would be almost too pretty, much less on a man. The long, curling eye-lashes only made it worse. Fair skin, straight thin nose, smooth forehead… even with the scarf, glasses and hat it was hard to hide his pretty face! Indeed his charming features couldn't be described as handsome – only beautiful would cover it. Stunningly beautiful 2.

Lan Jue slapped his forehead. "Your dad sure knew what he was doing when he named you, huh A-Li. It's a shame you're a guy – as a woman you'd be quite the heartbreaker. You'd probably have been my Hera!"

"Get the hell out of here and get your damn car! 3" A-Li hurriedly replaced his sunglasses, trying to peer in every direction at once. Convinced no one had seen him, he sighed in relief. That relief quickly dissipated when he saw Lan Jue return with his bicycle.

"Wh-… where the hell did you find this antique?"

"Oh this," Lan Jue said awkwardly. "Ah, A-Li, y'see… like I said I came in sort of a rush, so…"

Li cut him off, pushing past him to stand before the bicycle. He lifted his glasses to stare at the ancient thing in careful detail. "Oh man… beautiful! What a nice surprise, A-Jue. Such a thoughtful gift!"

"Hey, stop embarrassing yourself. Who said I was giving this to you?" Lan Jue said in agitation. "Get a taxi, I'm riding this back."

"No way! I have to experience this marvel of ancient design! You're taking me." A-Li left no room for disagreement, as he hurriedly scrambled on to the back of the bicycle.

Lan Jue scowled at him. "Women usually sit on the back!"

"Then I'm a woman!" A-Li said softly, batting his eyelashes enchantingly at Lan Jue. Needless to say his flirtatious glances were enticing. But that was the problem.

"Uerg… A-Li, you keep this up, and we're never hanging out again."

"Got it," he said. "So let's get moving." A-Li remained locked in place atop the bike.

"What about the luggage?"

"I'll carry them," he replied. "It's got wheels, right? It'll be fine."

One Minute later.

The antique bicycle rapidly rattled along the roadway, pulling behind it two rumbling suitcases dragged by a mummy.

"Woo, this is awesome! What a joy ride! Hey A-Jue, pick up the pace!" A-Li wriggled elated on the back seat.

Lan Jue growled over his shoulder. "Did I call you out here for a sightseeing tour? Aren't you here to look after me? You know I'm hurt, and still you're here making me work!"

Li sounded genuinely surprised. "You're really hurt?"

Lan Jue didn't answer, the depression in his eyes hidden from A-Li's view. Although the damage Michael inflected was serious, it was the scheming that cut deepest. A-Li, meanwhile, lifted his free hand and pressed it against Lan Jue's back. An indistinct sapphire glow shone forth.

A moment later he retracted his hand. His previously excited mood had turned sour.

"It really is this bad? Six of your meridians have been badly injured. Your fu-organs have also suffered some wounds. Something your own Discipline can't heal on your own, even with three or four months of down time. Who did this to you?"

"The Pontiff's Castle," Lan Jue replied. "Because of Mika."

Li fell silent, as though in contemplation. After a moment he reached a hand in to his coat pocket and extricated a small, delicate silver communicator.

The face of the communicator housed a large blue gemstone which exuded a gentle sapphire light. A-Li pressed his finger down upon it, and after a second a fair-sounding feminine voice arose.

"Your command."

"Cancel any current commodities slated for deliver to the Holy City, and sever any further ties. Issue a trade embargo against Spiritus Sanctus. No matter the cost."

"Confirmed."

He broke connection and returned the communicator to his coat pocket. Only then did A-Li's mood normalize somewhat.

"There's no need for that, A-Li," Lan Jue said. "It must be an enormous loss for your family."

"Nonsense, ride your bicycle." A-Li's tone was sharp. "Why didn't you say something earlier? The morons at the Pontiff's Castle must be tired of living if they dare to strike out at us. Something like this you can't just decide and forget, yeah?"

"Warning! Warning! Stop your vehicle immediately and submit to inspection! Repeat: Stop your vehicle and submit to inspection!" Suddenly a piercing electronic voice shrilled from behind them. It took both A-Li and Lan Jue by surprise. They turned their heads to find the source of the startling noise.

A black-coated high-alt verti-car was descending from above. Brilliant blue letters adorned it's side; Police. It spun in to a controlled drift and came to a stop a few meters in front of them. Lan Jue hastily squeezed the brakes, bringing the bicycle to a stop.

The door to the verti-car hissed as it swung open. A helmeted officer slipped from within, a woman judging by her figure.

"Hello," the officer greeted professionally. "Please produce your IDs for inspection." She spoke with official tones towards Lan Jue.

Lan Jue handed her his communicator, and muttered almost under his breath. "Did we break some law?"

The officer looked over his ID number. "Are you aware of how dangerous it is to haul cargo with an antique like this?"

Lan Jue blinked with realization. "Oh. I'm very sorry, this is definitely our fault. What should we do?"

The officer looked at the bicycle, then at the bundled man cringing on the back seat. "I'll need your ID as well. We'll need to confiscate your vehicle. You can come to the station to sort this all out."

"No way!" A-Li scrambled from the back of the bicycle. "Pretty miss, don't be so heartless. We didn't do it on purpose. It was my first time riding this bicycle, and I didn't know the rules. There's no reason to confiscate it. Or how about this, help us with our luggage and send us to our destination and we can sort this all out there."

The woman's voice came cold and curt. "Sir, I'm wearing a helmet. How do you know what I look like. I repeat, give me your ID."

"So be it." A-Li dropped his head helplessly. He slowly began unwrapping himself; hat, glasses, and scarf.

1. I know I did. It's worth noting that the 'Li' character they use here for his name is the one used in 美丽 – the word 'beautiful' almost expressly used for women. You'll see why in a second.

2. This is just so fitting.

3. The translation is considerably more vulgar, but we're a family site.

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Chapter 105: The Superstar

"I wanted your ID, I didn't ask to see your fa-" The female officer stopped suddenly when she realized who was before her. She stood as though frozen, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Li had risen his head. Locks of pale blue hair ruffled majestically in the breeze as eyes as brilliant as the starry heavens fixed the woman with their enchanting gaze. A small, coy smile played across his fair-skinned face. Perfection, that is what people called it.

When he fixed her with that smile, it was as if everything around them faded in to the background. There was only him, as perfect as a statue, staring in to her soul. Lan Jue's strength lay in his heroism and nobility, but in raw looks his companion had him solidly beat. A-Li didn't have the same courageousness, but he made up for it in enticing warmth and empathy.

"Why miss… this is my ID." A-Li pointed a thin finger at his face, his charming smile spreading wider with a wink.

"Y-you… you.. you… !" The officer's voice grew higher by degrees with each stuttered word. Lan Jue looked on helplessly from a small distance away. He shook his head at the scene, realizing now that calling this guy over probably would end up being more trouble than it was worth.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" The sudden, violent shriek that nearly shattered the woman's helmet nearly scared the two gentlemen from their skin.

"Poseidon! Y-you're Poseidon! Aaahhh!!" She shivered uncontrollably as the screams shot through the air. She fumbled manically with her helmet, eventually managing to free her charming face. She wouldn't be considered terribly pretty, but she was possessed of a certain strength that made her attractive. Although now her eyes was practically heart-shaped, and her courage was hard to picture while she was hoping up and down like a school girl.

"Hush!" A-Li pressed his finger to his lip. "Be quiet! Otherwise you wont be able to enjoy our little meeting just you and me. Do you still need my identification?"

"No, no need, it's fine. Your face is the best kind of identification. You're even more gorgeous than on television! Your eyes are just so amazing, and how are your lashes so long! Almost two centimeters. Oh gosh! I'm actually here with you, face to face! I'm so lucky, so so lucky!"

Li turned temporarily from his adoring fan to extricate a small box from his luggage. Like magic, a pen appeared in his hands, with which he signed the box and handed it to the woman.

"This here is my latest acousto-optic three dimensional album special. Here, this will be our fine, how's that?" He patted the woman's hands as he took a step back.

"This… this is for me?" Her quivering hands pressed the box to her chest. A-Li had already begun to replaced his hat, scarf and glasses. In response to her query, he stepped forward and patted her shoulder – but making sure to keep a respectful distance. After a brief moment he motioned towards Lan Jue.

The forgotten Jewelry Master swung his leg over the bike and mounted once again while A-Li got one behind him. Poseidon waved majestically at his fan as they pedaled in to the distance.

"Get going. I think it'll be fifteen minutes or so before she recovers, but after that every cop in Skyfire's going to be searching for me." A-Li muttered quietly as he bounced along behind Lan Jue. It sounded like it was something he'd experienced often.

"And what's there to be proud of anyway," Lan Jue muttered.

"Usually the people who say such things are just jealous," A-Li said through a smirk. "Anyhow ninety percent of the people in the three Alliances are like you, hyper masculine. The other ten percent like real men." A-Li leisurely sat swinging his legs beside the churning bicycle wheels.

"Careful you don't get disfigured," Lan Jue hissed maliciously.

The voice that came up from behind him was not the A-Jue he knew. Instead it was soft, plaintive and crystal-clear. A woman's voice. "And if one day this one should lose their good looks, would you still love me?"

"Holy flaming crap on a pogostick 1 Shut your mouth and stop with that voice changing nonsense or I swear on my life I'll boot you right back into orbit!" He just narrowly missed sending them both careening in to a ditch.

A-Li's voice had returned to normal. "Have some dignity. You're injured. If you tried to throw anything it'd probably just be yourself in to an early grave."

"What kind of brother are you?"

A-Li's voice changed again, that unsettling feminine quality returning. "We should both go have operations, then we can be sisters!"

"What the… no wonder your dad called you Hua Li 2. Go do your operation then. So tell me then A-Li, if you're a woman what's the first thing you want to do now that you're here."

"Make the boys feel gooood," he said timidly.

Lan Jue was silent for a long time. After what felt like ages he seemed to come out of the haze. With a profound look in his eyes, he resolutely said, "A kind brother!"

It was after dark by the time they arrived at Skyfire Avenue. Lan Jue used his status as a Councilman to fix Hua Li up with a temporary badge. The evening lights hung over the street as the sun slowly began to dip behind the mountains. The magic hour gave the Avenue a classic sort of mystery and beauty.

"Wow, it certainly is nice here. I like this antique feel. I can see why you lived so easily here for three years. A-Jue, your taste has only improved with age."

Lan Jue responded lazily. "If my taste was ever anything but impeccable, it was because I was spending time with you philistines."

"I'm hungry, what's for dinner?" Hua Li muttered as he cast his eyes around the quickly dimming Avenue.

"What do you want?"

"Anything's good!" Hua Li said. "I've eaten most of what this world has to offer already, so it's all the same to me."

Lan Jue shot him a glance. "Sure, because that's not bragging at all."

Hua Li's eyes lit up mischievously. "Like this then. You bring me something delicious I've never eaten before, I'll owe you a favor. Anything you want."

"Become a transsexual?"

Hua Li plucked his sunglasses from his face, and fixed Lan Jue with that unsettling plaintive stare. As tears welled up in his clear eyes, his voice again took on that moving, feminine quality.

"So long as you're willing to part with the male me."

"Sod off! 3" Lan Jue shoot a foot towards Hua Li, who hopped nimbly out of the way with a self-satisfied grin on his face. "Stop using this play-acting garbage on me. If you make me worse I'll have you feel what it's like to be burnt to cinders by lightning."

Lan Jue half-heartedly spat the threat while dialing a number in to his communicator.

"What's up." A deep voice answered.

"Got something delicious cooking? Something rare, for two."

"Come." The connection dropped.

Lan Jue had become accustomed to that baritone, laconic voice. "Your luck's pretty good. Looks like there is indeed something good for you tonight. I guess we'll see what in a minute."

Hua Li nodded. "Not knowing is best. Now I got something to look forward to."

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Before the small, simple door of a cabin.

As they pushed through the narrow entryway a faint, refreshing aroma greeted them. It smelled something like osmanthus, but not quite. It was a smell that almost seemed to fill you up.

"Scented rosewood?" Excitement lit up Hua Li's face as he rushed forward. He pressed his nose to the expansive table and took several long, deep breaths. He straightened and stared at the table in surprise.

"Absolutely beautiful. Look at the heartwood grain, twisted like specter faces. Man! It's almost like tigerskin, and so large. So many beautiful figures in it – no, not beautiful. This is magnificent! Just so amazing, how is a piece this large even here?"

"Please keep it down," the deep voice entreated.

Hua Li lifted his head towards the voice. The man who stood before him now wore a pair of brown trousers and a black shirt, covered by a brown waistcoat. The Gourmet entered from the kitchen beyond.

The two looked at each other, though it was the Gourmet who was more distinctly taken aback – likely because of his guest's striking appearance.

"Hello, I'm Hua Li." He stood straight, and nodded politely to his host.

"Are you… a man, or a woman?" The Gourmet looked at him in utter turmoil.

"Haaah hahahaha!"

Lan Jue's peals of laughter rang through the small room like a thunderstorm.

Hua Li responded by glaring daggers at him. Then, lifting his head, he pointed dramatically at his adam's apple.

The Gourmet nodded. "Ah, good. Otherwise we'd have some real chaos on our hands."

Lan Jue's grin nearly split his face. "Not much different from now. You're about the only person who doesn't pay attention to things outside the planet, otherwise you'd know who he is."

"Has nothing to do with me," the cook replied. "You're a fan of rosewood, then?"

Hua Li's face underwent a quick and drastic change, from upset at the earlier exchange to excited once again. "Hainan Scented Pear tree, one of the most precious of trees from the home planet. Many household objects were made from their bark, and then were subsequently passed down within the family as priceless heirlooms. A memory of ancient China. It's official name is Dalbergia odorifera. They aren't difficult to grow, but their growth rate is exceptionally slow. Only fragrant rosewoods which have been left to grow for hundreds of years are suitable for use in furniture. This table of yours is about one and a half meters wide and four meters long. The tree it was made from had to have been at least five thousand years old! Even in the ancient times this would be considered an absolutely priceless treasure, much more so now."

"Take a seat. It's no wonder the Jewelry Master brought you here. You've clearly got taste."

Hua Li sat before the table as instructed, though his features bore a slight uneasiness. "I know there's no way you'd be selling something as precious as this. But how about this, if there was ever anything in the future you couldn't handle… something you needed a large favor for, suitably difficult… you can come right to me. If I'm able to help you, then I hope you could allow me to come often and admire your table. And if at any point you are interested in parting with it, I will give you everything I possess."

"The last person who tried to discus a price with me," the gourmet said softly, "went flying right out of the Avenue. Luckily I haven't quite reached that point with you yet."

Lan Jue, still standing to the side, spoke towards the man in a conspiratory voice. "There is one thing he said that's undoubtedly true, Gourmet. If indeed there comes a day you start looking to sell this table, he would be your best choice. There simply isn't anyone with his level of obsession for rosewood. As for his own treasures, very few in the Three Alliances can match him there, either. Eight, ten s-ranked gems… not an issue."

1. Actual Translation. No, not really.

2. The word for gorgeous, or magnificent. VERY feminine.

3. Again, more colorful in the original translation.

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Chapter 106: Ma La Tang

"Eight or ten s-ranked gems. Are they made of chocolate?" The Gourmet addressed them flatly.

Hua Li's response was earnest regardless. "If that's what you want, I can find a way to get it."

It was then the Gourmet knew he was serious. He looked from the newcomer, then to Lan Jue. For Hua Li to make such a claim, the Jewelry Master must not have been talking nonsense. The very effeminate gentleman before him must indeed be very wealthy.

"Let's eat," he said.

Preparation began when he produced a small stove, with a metal alloy plate beneath to ensure it didn't hurt the table. A covered pot was then placed on top. The fires underneath were lit.

Next, several plates of fresh dishes were brought out before them. Seafood, vegetables and more were arrayed fancily around the stove. None of them bore any special preparation, but for bamboo shoots which impale the thinly sliced pieces. So far, it certainly didn't appear to be what you'd call a meal.

"This is… hot pot?" Hua Li's interrogative voice wafted forth, disappointment in his eyes.

"No!" The Gourmet vehemently shook his head. "This is Ma La Tang." 1

"Ma La Tang?" The depression faded from his face. "You know how to make it? I've had it once before, and I still remember how good it tasted! That fresh, spicy taste is enough to have you eating way past what's appropriate. But I hear it's almost impossible to have authentic Ma La Tang these days. Most of the required spices have been lost to us, so the result is a relatively bland copy."

"Bland?" The Gourmet tasted the word and found it unsavory. "You tell me then, how is one supposed to make Ma La Tang?"

Hua Li did not hesitate in the face of the Gourmet's challenge. "Ma La Tang was a provincial treat from Former Era China. The base itself is the most demanding aspect. You need garlic, ginger, hot peppers, bean paste, black pepper, white pepper and more. As for the specific proportions of each, I'm not sure. Once your base is completed, however, you boil it in a large pot. You then prepare several dishes as you've done here, and you can then place them in the boiling base. Once it's cooked to your liking, pluck it from the pot, smear some sesame paste on it, spice, and you've got yourself a delicious treat."

The Gourmand, after hearing the loquacious explanation, shook his head. "Were I to give you a base in the way you described, we wouldn't be having a hot spicy meal. It'd be a boiled spicy meal."

"Eh?"

"Let me ask you," the gourmet continued. "What's the difference between hot, and boiled."

Hua Li fell silent, apparently unclear on the question. Lan Jue also looked on in uncertainty. As they did the sound of roiling water reached their ears. The lid of the pot rumbled as steam spat from it's sides, releasing a savory aroma. The thick mist was heavy with spice and freshness blended together. Just the scent alone raised their body heat, and opened their pores.

The Gourmet stood, and lifted the lid from the pot.

Immediately what was before a faint aroma became a torrent as the steam filled the room. As the smoke cleared, the shifting red soup within the pot appeared before Lan Jue and Hua Li's eyes. They could just spy the spices rolling around in the boiling broth. As the thick aroma invaded their nostrils, they grew more impatient to try it.

The Gourmet reached down and shut off the stove.

Lan Jue and Hua Li exchanged a glance. They hadn't yet eaten, they thought. Why urn off the fire?

Under their wondering gaze the Gourmet began to place the morsels of food scattered around in to the steaming pot. He didn't insert too many, maybe fifteen sticks jutted from the lip of the cauldron.

"The most important distinction between boiling and heated is this. Boiling intends to maintain it's state – to keep boiling. One takes advantage of the heat to thoroughly cook the food placed within. Generally speaking, this method of cooking requires one to pair it with delicious sauces. Because of the high heat, you can't let the food sit within for sufficient amounts of time necessary to absorb the flavors. Rather like the boiled mutton they'd often eat in Former Era China. However there later arose several chefs who chose to employ a different method of cooking food. They deigned to heat the food slowly, and as a result the flavors of the broth were able to infuse the food."

"So what is 'heat' here? Heat is actually this; once the soup has been brought to a boil, it's easier to fill food with it's flavors as it cools. Thus, the heat allows for a better overall meal as the spices of the broth and the food's natural flavors combine. And so I shut off the fire because what we want is hot and spicy. Not boiled. True Ma La Tang does not require any sauce for dipping. What you described a moment ago was in fact spicy hotpot. The sad fact is that due to it's troublesome nature to properly prepare, even Former Era China saw fewer and fewer people partaking. As a result, the broth and preparation you see here is my special secret."

Hua Li and Lan Jue each nodded in sudden enlightenment from the Gourmet's lesson. Hua Li was the first to speak up.

"Today was indeed a good day for me to arrive. I'm a lucky guy. It's no wonder they call you the Gourmet. A well deserved title, and I admire your knowledge. As for meat, could we employ the same method you described to cook it as well?"

The Gourmet nodded in affirmation. "That is so. When creating stews I am constantly turning the fires off and on. This way they retain even more flavor – and as a result are much tastier than other people's dishes. Always adding flavoring and sauces simply results in one losing the beauty of expertly prepared food."

"Well I've been schooled," Lan Jue earnestly piped up.

"Beer's the best drink to pair with Ma La Tang. It isn't good for the body, but it's certainly satisfying. Chilled stout, or light beers made from glacier water are best. I've prepared both for us today, so you may pick what you like." He pointed towards the nearby freezer for emphasis.

Hua Li almost didn't wait for the Gourmet to finish. He clearly didn't have Lan Jue's restraint.

The Stout came in a five liter keg. The glacier beer, conversely, was offered in a porcelain jug. Neither of them were something one would see often. Of course for the three of them it wasn't anything extraordinary.

Lan Jue chose the stout 2 while Hua Li chose the light. The gourmet also decided the darker beer was more suited to his tastes.

"Alright, that should be fine. The first round I placed in the pot cooks quickly. The second set will take a little longer. We'll need to heat the pot twice."

Stick after stick of vegetables, tofu, beans and more were plucked from the steaming pot. They glistened with beads of fresh, red soup. The spicy aromas surrounded them.

"The special properties of Ma La Tang; numbing, spicy, and hot to eat," the gourmet said, almost to himself.

At this point it was background noise, as the two younger gentlemen had already begun pulling the food from the bamboo shoots with chopsticks and stuffing it in to their mouths.

"Amazing!" The first bite of Ma La Tang brought with it that full-bodied aroma that had been tantalizing them thus far. It filled them up, bringing with it that special sort of happiness that comes from a delicious meal. That sensation bloomed in the eyes of the Gourmet's guests.

It wasn't long, however, before the 'spicy' descriptor earned it's presence. It was like a fire burned viciously in their mouths, paired with just a hint of numbness on their lips and tongue. The three each hurried to take a gulp of their beers. The thick malty tastes mixed with the fresh spices and eased the burn. In the interim the Gourmet had lit the fires once more.

The second wave was a sight to behold. Large chunks of abalone, a full lobster, fresh oysters and all manner of sea food were placed in the pot.

"The various types of foods each require different cooking times. If you're interested you can remember the order we place them in." The Gourmet looked from Hua Li to Lan Jue and, seeing the satisfaction in their faces, a smile crept on his lips.

A cook who understood his guests was happiest. To them, cooking was an art form. If the tasters appreciated what they tried, this meant his status as an artist would also appreciate.

"Gourmet, such a disregard for the gifts of heaven! Ma La Tang with so much delicious food, and on top of that an entire lobster!" Lan Jue was almost speechless as he took another sip of his beer. He watched the two spindly feelers sticking from the edge of the pot.

"So stop eating," the Gourmet rejoined with a smirk. "The most delicious things in this Ma La Tang are the abalone and the lobster. I call it Spiced Numbing Lobster. This is the first time I've had you try this, fearing you wouldn't like the taste. Don't tease me."

Lan Jue chuckled. "So why bring it out today?"

The Gourmet shrugged. "Just your lucky day. I've actually been lazy the last few days, and haven't cooked anything. I've been eating nothing but soda crackers to keep my stomach acids at bay. I couldn't stand it anymore. It had nothing to do with you coming."

Lan Jue chortled. "I guess it indeed was my lucky day." He turned to look at Hua Li. "Do you know how he manages to stay thin and still cook like this? It's the thing I admire most about him."

"'Cuz he's lazy?" Hua Li replied.

Lan Jue shook his head. "No. Because of his fastidiousness. If it's not the most delicious thing you've ever eaten, it wont get past his lips. He'd rather eat soda chips to stave off starvation. That's how he does it."

Hua Li blinked, and stuck up his thumb towards the gourmet. "That's some high moral principle!"

Soon the abalone and lobster were ready to eat. That flavor… simply ambrosial. Lan Jue finally understood that the Gourmet had not overstated his assertions of the lobster's taste. This meal was positively dripping with pleasure.

1. Alright, so this is rather lazy, but there really is no way to describe 麻辣烫 in English that makes it sound appetizing or special in any way. 'Numb Spicy Soup' doesn't get the saliva flowing.

2. Man after my own heart. Ok. Pointless peanut-gallery commentary ends here, I promise.

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Chapter 107: He Returns

That aromatic spice filled the small room. Hua Li and Lan Jue felt covered in it.

"Oooee… that hit the spot. It's been ages since I've eaten this much. If my agent found out I'm eating like this she'd kill me." Hua Li pressed his hands to his head and stared at the ceiling in contentment. His eyes were half-lidded, his long lashes fluttering. In the fuzzy, indistinct lamplight he looked even more beautiful.

"You owe me a favor," Lan Jue reminded.

"Hm," Hua Li said. "Let's head back to your place. Ah, by the way, how am I supposed to help you here anyway? You planning to go somewhere?"

They started towards the Jewelry Store.

Lan Jue shook his head. "Not planning to head anywhere."

"No? So why'd you call me here? What place could be safer than the Avenue anyway? There wouldn't be any danger if you just stayed here."

Lan Jue gave him a bitter smile. "But I do need to teach classes, and I have my bodyguard duties. Xiuxiu and the other girls could do it, but it'd cause them no end of trouble. I also have no way to protect them if it comes to it. So you're right, it's safer in the Avenue. For them."

"Classes? Bodyguard?" Hua Li's eyes shot open. He looked lost.

"A-Jue, what's going on? You still need to go classes? And still acting as a bodyguard for someone? If you're still so interested in guarding, why not guard me! But whatever you need, just let me know."

Lan Jue waved his hand, strolling slowly ahead. "Nah, listen…" He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "It's sort of a long story, actually. I owe somebody for something I did, and my payment is to ask as a bodyguard. What's more, I decided to head out. People shouldn't always live in the past. I guess too, that if Hera was alive she wouldn't want to see me living like this. I want to start a new life. I'll never forget Hera – she'll always live in the most important part of my heart. But I have my own life. Maybe the future me will never fall in love with someone else… but life goes on. If I keep avoiding life, I'm not worthy of the title Zeus."

Hua Li stopped in his tracks. There was shock in his eyes, but joy as well as he stared at Lan Jue. "Go on. I'm a good listener."

So Lan Jue did. "I'm a teacher at National Eastern University. Teaching Etiquette. You should find a way to enroll as a student. Go with me to and from school, secretly, and help me recover. With you here it should only take about a month before I'm more or less back to normal. And there's something else. In a few days representatives from the Dark Tower and the Pontiff's Castle will be coming here. I was supposed to help handle the situation, but I can't now. I'll need you to replace me."

"The Pontiff's Castle? They still have the balls to come here?" Hua Li's pretty eyes held violence in their depths.

Lan Jue went on. "What don't they have the balls to do. I heard the Keeper went over there as well, though I don't know what happened."

"The Keeper…?" Hua Li trailed off in thought, but it didn't take long for him to come to the proper realization. "The Arcane Magnate? The one the other Paragons call the Crazy Magnate?"

Lan Jue nodded his head.

This brought a smile to Hua Li's face. "Interesting. He deigns to rear his psychotic head for you. The Castle's really gotten themselves in trouble now."

Lan Jue chuckled. "It is what it is. How could they know when they set their trap I was collaborating with the Keeper?"

"None of this should be hard to deal with," Hua Li assured. "I'll help you work all this out. I'm also curious what you're like as a teacher!"

"Dashing, of course," Lan Jue said, standing a little taller. He struck a dramatic pose.

Hua Li sneered in feigned disgust. "Standing next to me you still have the nerve to call yourself handsome? Pitiful."

Lan Jue snorted. "What you are can't be called handsome. You're a beautiful flower!"

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The rising sun always brought with it hope. It's faint golden rays washed over the NEU campus as though it awakened the scholarly spirit. Students living on campus were already roused from sleep by the morning bell, and after washing up were in the midst of their various morning routines.

Jin Yan had arrived early, and walked through the campus grounds. Her forehead was creased in worry.

Yesterday Jin Tao had returned home, once again beaten bloody. When she asked what had happened, he still steadfastly refused to tell her. He'd even refused to eat. Luckily their parents were away on a trip and weren't home to see it.

If things continued like this what good could come of it! A bad student, but a good fighter – worrisome! Ugh, what can I do about this kid to make me stop worrying?

Suddenly, she couldn't help but think back to that transitory figure, the man who'd arrived for just one class and then vanished. Still, he'd left quite the impression on her in that short time.

That one class had really got her thinking.

"What is nobility!" Jin Yan couldn't help but run that sentence over and over through her head. Were it not for his explanation, she's not sure she would have known what true nobility was. She even still remembered the change that had overcome her younger brother that day, after class – loudly proclaiming he would be a noble.

Unfortunately Professor Lan had only come for the one class, and his person had not been seen since. Reputedly he'd asked for leave, but how could he after his first class had gone so well? Not to mention he was so handsome…

"Professor Jin!" Someone called from a short distance off. She turned her head towards the sound, and spied meticulously teased hair bobbing her way. Wang Hongyuan, the dance instructor.

"Professor Wang, you're also here early!" Jin Yan called out courteously.

Wang Hongyuan responded with a smile. "I've got to keep training or I become rusty. Oh, did you hear? Professor Lan returned yesterday."

"Lan… you mean Lan Jue, that Professor?" She blinked, surprised at the news.

A mischievous light shone in the dance instructors eyes. "That's right. I heard he came yesterday to report in, then…"

"Then what?" Jin Yan asked impatiently.

Wang Hongyuan continued. "He went to the post-graduated classes, I don't know what for, and did something that had him dragged to the teaching affairs office by Professor Tan Lingyun. A whole host of students saw the exchange, culminating with her pulling Lan Jue along behind her like a dog. At first he looked like someone with significant personal ability, but I guess there's nothing special about him after all."

Jin Yan overcame her surprise to give her companion a cold look. "Professor Wang, we're all instructors here. It doesn't matter that he teaches etiquette and not combat. You really shouldn't be talking behind someone's back like this."

She moved on without waiting for a response. There was no anger in her expression – on the contrary, there was joy. He was back!

As for this business with Professor Tan dragging him to the Director, could it have been some sort of misunderstanding? There were only a few in the school capable of beating on that tomboyish woman anyway.

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"What? Planet Skyfire? When did this information surface?" The sound rang through a magnificent, palatial room. The questions had come from a thin, beautiful woman in white. She looked around twenty five or twenty six, with sharp eyes and an imposing bearing. Her long hair was tied in a bun atop her head. She seemed entirely confident and capable.

"Yes, Miss Mo. We just received this from the intelligence department. They got it from a local police woman."

"Bastard!" Mo Xiao spat the word venomously. "What the hell is Hua Li doing all the way out there? Doesn't he know his damn album Poseidon, Sounds of Nature is dropping? He even had the gall to order all sales to the Pontiff's Castle stopped! Was he raised by pigs? What did he say when he left?"

"He sent a communication from a secure line, saying he wanted to go on holiday, but he didn't say where. He often grumbled earlier about how difficult work was, so we didn't pay any attention to it. He could have known he'd disappear an hour later, without taking anything."

Mo Xiao stood with her hands on her hips, her well-endowed bosom rising and falling with her angry breaths.

"Start preparing. The launch event for the album will be held on Skyfire. We'll start getting everything ready from there. And call an airship, I'm leaving immediately."

"And as for his blockade against the Pontiff's…"

She stopped the assistant with a stare sharp as icicles. "What is this your first day? If he wants something do we ever ignore it? Do what he asked! Even if he wanted to sell you all off there better not be a one who dares do the contrary!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Mo Xiao's ferocious voice arose again as she spoke to herself. "If he's off squandering his money, I swear I'll murder him!"

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As ever, Lan Jue was pedaling his way towards the NEU campus for work. Only this time, he had an extra passenger on the back of his bicycle.

A mask covered the bottom portion of Hua Li's face, and he'd changed his hair to black. Close inspection would show it was a wig. His eyes had also changed, also black. They were covered by a pair of dark sunglasses. All to make him somewhat less recognizable.

"Your school is pretty obnoxious. It was hard as hell to get a visiting student's ID, and I still can't get in to the post-grad department. And by the way, are you sure it's alright you wear that to teach a class, A-Jue?"

Today Lan Jue had chosen a dark blue three-piece suit, black tie, white kerchief and handmade Ferragamo leather shoes. He looked like he was dressed for a party.

Lan Jue's reply was indifferent. "Have you forgotten what I teach? Your older brother teaches etiquette. If one's own tastes are less than superb, how can one teach young minds? Plus, today I plan to teach them the rules and simplicities of formal wear."

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Chapter 108: Professor Lan's is Back!

"Professor, you're here!"

Lan Jue stopped at the gate of the NEU, stuck once more where Jin Tao had blocked his path.

Curiously, today Jin Tao was also sporting a pollution mask, though his was a sight more dramatic than Hua Li's. The young man's came almost all the way up to his eyes, hiding nearly the entirety of his face. His pink Mohawk remained, however, as impressive as ever.

"What are you doing here?" Lan Jue raised an inquisitive brow at Jin Tao.

"Waiting for you!" He responded.

"For me? What is it?"

Jin Tao explained. "What are you playing on teaching me today? Look, Fatty Tang's a lot more powerful than me, so I need something special right? Otherwise how am I supposed to catch up to him?"

Lan Jue turned to watch Hua Li hop from the back of his bicycle. A sinister grin split his face. Hua Li, seeing the smirk, immediately understood what Lan Jue wanted. He knew his friend well, and whenever that look shone in his eyes it meant something bad was coming. Fortunately this time it wasn't directed at him.

"Fine. But I still need to train you both together. This afternoon, same place. I have classes though, so make sure you come to listen, and bring Fatty Tang with you. Now that you call me your teacher, you must be sure to act in a noble and dignified manner. You'll need to become experts in etiquette as well."

"Yes, absolutely, thank you Professor!" Maybe it was the opportunity, or from excitement, but Jin Tao bowed low to his teacher before racing in to the university.

"That is your disciple?" Hua Li's tone was decidedly disapproving.

Lan Jue shot him a glance. "What, is there a problem?"

Hua Li's lips curled in a scowl. "He doesn't look like much. The energy he emits is minimal, he must have hardly any Discipline. No higher than third rank. Why would you train this sorta guy?"

The smile that turned Lan Jue's lips this time was a sight less devilish. "In this world there's this thing we call luck, understand?" With a cheesy flourish he pushed the bike towards the school entrance.

Hua Li did not move. As he watched his friend's back, a smile of his own crept across his face. "Luck? How could I not understand?"

"A-Jue, send me a message later and let me know where you're having class. I'm gunna have a look around." Hua Li called at his friend's back.

Lan Jue's response was displeased. "How about a little professional responsibility, eh, bodyguard?"

"Pfft." Hua Li was not convinced. He turned and wandered away.

A smile crept on to Lan Jue's face. After all, who couldn't appreciate the guy's wistfulness?

The electives building hadn't experienced any significant changes since his last visit. As before, as Lan Jue entered in his fine suit and leather shoes, every eye turned to him.

Jin Yan lifted her head at the sound and spotted him entering. She rose from her desk. "Oh, Professor Lan, you've returned."

"Hello again, Professor Yan," he politely replied.

"I really enjoyed your last class, it left a deep impression. I was wondering when I'd have another opportunity to listen in," she said.

Lan Jue replied with a smile. "This afternoon."

"For most people, having only one class then taking such a long leave, they worry about how this reflects their responsibilities towards their students." Wang Hongyuan's biting tone was muttered from a nearby desk.

"It was a temporary emergency," Lan Jue assured. "I had to leave for a short time. It wont happen again. In fact I'll be having two classes a week from here on out."

This brought a smile to Jin Yan's face. "Then would you mind if I sat in on your class again this afternoon, Professor Lan?"

"Of course not," he said. "It would be my pleasure." He ave her a polite smile, and made for his desk by the window. Though he knew what he intended to teach, he still needed to organize and figure out how to present it.

As he was preparing, the school broadcasting system crackled to life: "Students and faculty, this afternoon the electives course for Etiquette will begin once again. Later the classes will be schedules weekly on Tuesdays and Thursdays at two in the afternoon. Interested parties are encouraged to attend."

"An announcement so early? It looks like Director Wu was also impressed with your class," Jin Yan said through a smile.

Lan Jue smiled handsomely in lieu of a reply. Jin Yan, sensing he had no further desire to speak, returned to her own desk.

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Second Year National Scholars Classroom Four.

Zhou Qianlin lifted her head, hearing the announcement bounce around the room. A flash of something danced behind her eyes. So he's back to class… at last he returns to abide by his promises, she thought. A distinct expression of relief passed across her face, however in the next instant it changed to something more complicated. She supported her chin with her hands, elbows on the desk, and allowed her eyes to wander as she pondered.

Beep! Beep! Her communicator pulled her from her reverie.

"What is it, Xiao Mi?" she said as she answered the call.

"Did you hear the announcement? That etiquette class is back. Last time the professor was quite good, so do you want to go again this afternoon?" Tang Mi sounded excited, her questions coming quick.

"I'm not going. I have a research project," Zhou Qianlin replied.

"Eh? Didn't you say last time you'd be returning for the class? Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I'm studying, we'll talk about it later." Zhou Qianlin cut the connection without giving Tang Mi the opportunity to respond. Her pretty blue eyes flashed as a thought pulsed through her mind. But it passed, and her attentions returned to her textbook.

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"Hey Professor, are you gunna be teaching us this afternoon?" Tang Xiao looked at the masked Jin Tao standing before him.

He didn't look any better than his opponent. Their scuffle yesterday hadn't involved any discipline, so their injuries were only superficial. But that fact didn't convince the pain in the bodies to let up. Still, despite their discomfort they were at school, because Professor Lan had returned. Tang Xiao, similarly masked to hide his beaten face, looked carefully at Jin Tao with an ominous light in his squished eyes.

"You don't have to go," Jin Tao said haughtily. Ever since beating on Tang Xiao yesterday, his confidence had been full to bursting.

"You wish!" Tang Xiao flipped dumb-mutt his middle finger. "I'll see YOU this afternoon. I hope the Professor has us repeat yesterday's class."

"Yesterday? You mean when I beat you so hard you couldn't wipe your own ass?"

Half a day passed quickly.

Wu Junyi, Director of Teaching Affairs, was wandering the campus after lunch. This was a habit of his he developed as he got older. Eat, and do a little exercise to get the digestion moving. Simply resting wasn't good. At his age, he'd come to appreciate taking care of himself.

His thought turned to this afternoon, and the return of Professor Lan's Etiquette class. He didn't know what today's topic would be.

What is nobility… it hadn't only filled Jin Yan and the other students with motivation, it had resonated with him as well. If nothing troubled him in the afternoon, he too would sit in. Often electives teachers would work hard in the first class for listeners, and taper off as time went on, regardless of the subject.

If it hadn't been for that scene yesterday, with Lan Jue being viciously dragged in to the office by the 'Savage Goddess' Tan Lingyun, perhaps these seeds of doubt wouldn't be sprouted in Director Wu's mind. In truth, in many teachers' estimation the quality of an instructor was directly correlated with their power. At least approximately.

Afterwards Director Wu had spoken with Tan Lingyun specifically about what had happened. She'd explained that he hadn't attempted at all to defend himself from her. She'd called him nothing short of a pathetic weakling. Thus did doubt take root in the Director's heart about his newest instructor. He remembered clearly the first time he met the man – he was modest, and kept his abilities well hidden, but he seemed anything but weak.

His feet languidly carried him towards the electives building as he mind tumbled over the experience.

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The ambrosial flavors of last night's Ma La Tang still danced like spirits on Lan Jue's tongue. This morning, Lan Jue's breakfast had been comparatively bland. As for lunch, the only flavor the school cooks was familiar with was bland. He was a picky eater, and though not as bad as the Gourmet he was still fastidious. Still, even if it wasn't the most delicious food he'd eat some, just not very much.

A bowl of rice, a plate of vegetables, a thin porridge. This was Lan Jue's lunch, just enough to satiate.

By this point he'd already spent the morning on his class, and everything was prepared. As he was leaving the offices, with some time to spare, he shot a message to Hua Li then made his way towards his special 'teaching area' where he trained Tang Xiao and Jin Tao.

There, by himself, he stood amidst the yard with arms outstretched. He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as the air rushed in to his lungs. It was lucky no one was there, for if they were they would be astonished at just how long this inhalation lasted. A series of faint cracks arose from within his body.

A moment later, a slight smile lit up his features and slowly he began to exhale. It lasted several minutes.

Li's mastery of water is profound. After last night's round of treatment, my self-healing abilities have improved considerably. Water membranes protect my organs, help nourish. It looks like I wont even need a month to recover. Once I get better I really must work on getting stronger. Otherwise, Hua Li might overtake me.

Last night, after their meal, Hua Li and Lan Jue had returned to the shop. Hua Li had then begun to help him with his recovery. His manipulation of water, and water's own healing powers helped tremendously. Already, the coagulated blood that had pooled inside him had been pushed out. Water had been manipulated to act as protective screens for his organs, and the result was he'd already much improved over his previously severely weakened state. He could even employ his discipline, if only just barely.

Ding, dong! The afternoon bell echoed through the campus. It was the first bell, alerting students and teachers that classes are almost ready to begin, and to proceed to their classrooms.

Lan Jue made his way to his appointed room. As he entered, he couldn't help but stop, and look over the class in surprise. The students who had come to watch his class had doubled since the last one, and although the room had not been filled a good two thirds of the seats were occupied. He quickly picked Director Wu and Jin Yan from the crowd. Of course, Jin Tao and Tang Xiao wre also in attendance. They sat in the front row, strange in their face masks. The worst was Jin Tao, who' mask was so large they looked like underwear flung over his face.

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Chapter 109: The Secrets of Style

As Lan Jue entered the classroom, all eyes turned to him in constrained excitement.

He strode past them in his perfectly tailored sapphire suit, snow white shirt, black tie and white kerchief. With his impish smile and meticulously kept hair, he could certainly draw attention.

"Good afternoon," he began. He positioned himself behind the podium, and gave his audience a nod.

"Good afternoon, Professor!" the students replied in unison.

His eyes quickly swept the room, but he found no sign of Zhou Qianlin. Her friend Tang Mi, however, was in attendance, sitting near the back. In total it looked like men accounted for seventy percent of participants.

From the back, Director Wu gave him a nod of acknowledgement, and Jin Yan beamed a pretty smile his way.

"I'd like to begin by expressing my apologies to you all. Unfortunately, a pressing matter arose after my last class that left me with no choice but to temporarily ask for leave. I've only just arrived back on Skyfire the day before yesterday." As he spoke, Lan Jue retreated a step from the podium and bowed respectfully to his students. It was practiced, bearing no flourish or unnecessary flair. The students fell silent.

Most of the students who'd come did so to sate their curiosity. Like last time, many of them were considered the 'problem students.' Information passed among the students gave them the impression none of this was to be taken too seriously. Lan Jue wasn't sure how this class would turn out, but his bow at least assured he showed them the proper respect.

Of course, no matter the quality and status of a university, no instructor enjoyed dealing with problem students. For the NEU, many of the students found entry only by virtue of very stringent entrance criteria. But despite this, the pressure of studies sometimes brought out the worst in them. Likewise most teachers don't 'waste' their time with students who are troublemakers, preferring to focus their efforts on the majority. Anyone other than the best students couldn't keep up, and would be removed. In the end there were always those who had no means of graduating. Jin Tao was a good example.

Under these unfortunate social constructs a problem student rarely even saw a teacher's smiling face, much less got a quality education. Although these youths often faced the world with scorn, they were still young men and women! They still had fantasies of being a teacher's pride, receiving the love and attention of an instructor as a talented pupil.

For this reason Lan Jue's bow resonated with them. Despite what was to come, in this moment their impression of Professor Lan increased significantly.

Lan Jue straightened and, smiling, went on. "I wont delay you any further. In our last lecture we discussed what it meant, precisely, to be 'nobility.' For those students who missed our first class and are interested, you can find a video of my first lesson in the College Forum. From today, we'll be taking a closer look at the subject of etiquette, examining topics both modern and historical."

"Basic necessities; as the name suggest, the things required by all men and women. First among them in clothing, and so it is fair to say that what we wear is indeed important. So, today we will discuss just that – what we're wearing."

Lan Jue once more distanced himself from the podium and walked towards the front row. "What do you all think of my outfit today? And don't worry, speak your mind. You here, young lady."

"Oh, quite handsome Professor," the young woman he indicated replied. "It's a good match for you." She spoke with her head cradled in her hands, eyes shinning as she beamed up at him.

"Pfft, looks like a flamer too me." A young gentlemen at her side couldn't help but interject.

With a smile still on his face, Lan Jue turned to the young man. "Go on?"

"Some kinda crossdressing idiot!" He scowled disdainfully. Judging by the arrogance in this one, he was a particularly troubling student.

Lan Jue only laughed. "Not quite. How about I show you something more along the lines of what you described." As he spoke, his fingers rose to undo the single button keeping his jacket in place. As he pulled it open, he revealed the inner lining.

"Waa…" nearly the entire class exclaimed as they peered at him. Students in the back clamored to stand for a better view.

The inner lining of his suit was an eye-popping hot pink. In contrast with the sapphire blue of his suit it certainly was distinctly effeminate.

Jin Tao, seated directly in the front row, blinked his eyes dramatically. "Man Professor, my color-blind dog eyes were blinded by that nonsense!"

Lan Jue closed the jacket and fastened the button anew, hiding the inner lining. He returned his attention to the young gentlemen who'd spoken earlier. "So, what do you think now?"

"A man's coquettishness shouldn't be revealed on the surface. It's considered impetuous. However, if a man hopes to attract a woman he must have some measure of it. The saying goes 'girls like bad boys' – without any flirty air, one is simply apathetic. So if a young man would like to have the attention of a young woman, he mustn't be overwhelmingly seductive, but keep it close to the vest as it were.1 The proverbial 'surprise package.'" His devilish grin and the naughty topic elicited a round of laughter from the class.

He waited for the laughter to cease before continuing. "Today I'll be discussing clothing, specifically formal wear. Why this specifically? In fact the reason is simple; for the young men in attendance, attracting the attention of the fairer sex through your choice of clothing will bring self-confidence. For the lades, learning more about the clothing choice of a man can help you be more discriminating in your decision-making, making judgments on their character based by their aesthetics."

"Any successful individual will tell you 'The Devil is in the Details.' So that's where we're starting, with the details. If you would help me…" Lan Jue indicated a young woman nearby, Tang Mi who was situated directly in front of him, but in the back.

She blinked in surprise, pointing to herself. "Me?"

Lan Jue nodded. "Mmhm. If you wouldn't mind coming to the front of the class…"

Tang Xiao was also surprised at hearing his sister's voice and turned to watch her rise. A strange look overcame his face.

Lan Jue hadn't originally intended to select Tang Mi, but as he spied the figure furtively trying to hide in the back his finger reached out. He couldn't simply change his mind before the entire class, so Tang Mi it was. He removed his jacket and handed it to her as she arrived.

"If you'd indulge me for a moment."

Tang Mi took up the jacket. Once more the striking interior was revealed to the students and, although it wasn't their first time seeing it, wolf-whistles rang through the classroom.

Hua Li, who'd just snuck in, arrived just in time to see that beautiful – if rather effeminate – color revealed. He couldn't help but lift his hand and give Lan Jue a giant thumbs up. Of course only he and Lan Jue knew his sarcastic intent.

Lan Jue went on. "Firstly, fine formal wear must be handmade. Generally speaking, even though many of the more expensive brands use glued lining for their suits, and although it's usually hidden from view, it's nonetheless a glaring blemish in the quality of design. The best lining are done by hand, needle and thread."

He turned his attention back to Tang Mi, who was holding his jacket between her fingers before the eyes of the students.

"If you'd please walk around the class so they can examine in detail?"

Tang Mi was a prideful one. But for reasons unknown even to herself, she couldn't refuse in the face of this professor's charming smile. She did as instructed.

"This isn't just true for the lining, either. Every buttonhole should be similarly handcrafted. These are the best quality suits. If we're talking about even the very best tailored suits, they are still only a fraction of the cost of those name brands. What this means is you should absolutely not fall in to the trap of being infatuated with a name2. Just because it's famous doesn't mean it's the best."

"The second point of interest is when buttoning. One must never fasten up to the top. Whether it's a vest, cuffs, or jacket the rule remains true. Well, that's not entirely accurate – you should probably always ensure your zipper is all the way up."

Again a round of laughter rumbled through the crowd.

"Then it's on to how precisely to wear a suit. Now I'm sure some of you are thinking, 'it's a suit, don't you just put it on? What kind of 'technique' is needed?' As I'm sure you'll find, it isn't that simple. Firstly a suit is classified as either a two-piece, or three-piece. If one is missing a vest, what are their missing? Etiquette."

"In practice a vest is rarely required. They're usually employed in very formal occasions. However I must implore you to keep in mind that you must always wear a tie and handkerchief when pairing your suit with a vest." He indicated his own tie and the kerchief stuffed in his left coat pocket for emphasis.

"All together, it makes a perfect suit. However without a vest neither of the other two are required. You can even unfastened a few buttons, giving yourself a more relaxed look."

By the time Lan Jue had finished his exposition, Tang Mi had finished displaying the jacket for her classmates. Her own attentions were focused on the item in her grip. Like her classmates, this was the first time she was hearing any of this and it captured her attention.

"All finished, Professor," she said, returning to his side.

Lan Jue smiled pleasantly. "I'm sorry, but I mist trouble you to hold on to it for a moment longer. Miss, what was your name?"

"Tang Mi," she replied.

He stepped forward then, suddenly so close they could hear each other's breathing.

1. See what I did there?

2. Irony.

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Chapter 110: Secrets of the Collar Stays

Lan Jue's sudden appearance in front of Tang Mi took her off guard. She unconsciously lifted her hand to ward him off, but her professor deftly sidestepped and pushed her hand away until she was warding nothing but air.

"Don't misunderstand Miss Mi," he said. "I'd simply like you to examine my collar. Tell me if you notice anything."

Tang Mi was still off-balance, but eventually recovered. Her pretty face adopted a red tint, and her heart sped up.

What man would dare approach her like this! Even Tang Xiao kept his distance. Where he a student, he'd find her foot firmly planted between his legs in the blink of an eye. Of course there was nothing she could do here; he was no student, the Director watched from behind him, and he wasn't breaking any rules.

As they stood toe-to-toe, Lan Jue half a head taller than she, Tang Mi could smell the Professor's debonair cologne. With his suit, vest, kerchief and tie this only perfected his refined mystique.

"It looks fine… though the tie is a little crooked." She took only a cursory glance at his collar before speaking.

"Take a more careful look. See if you can't spot it."

Tang Mi muttered a dark curse at herself and, suppressing her displeasure, looked again. This time she saw it.

"Hm, the collar's ends are at an outward angle, just enough to accommodate the thickness of the tie knot. On either side the collar naturally droops down, giving it symmetry."

Lan Jue retreated a few steps, clapping his hands. "Very good, a fine observation. So why, then, is my collar like this?"

"Custom made," a young man in the class offered.

Lan Jue shook his head. "There are different methods of tying a tie. Each one results in different width and thickness for the tie knot. Likewise each one requires a different collar. So does this mean I have custom shirts for every sort of knot I wish to tie? Far too wasteful. In fact my necktie this afternoon is not crooked – it's the color of the shirt. It isn't completely fitting with a very formal tie. As a result I tied this Simple Knot. It looks more… vibrant. And as for the secrets of the collar, I'll enlighten you…"

As he spoke he fiddled with one side of his collar, extricating something.

"I'm fairly certain everyone here's worn a shirt. But I'm absolutely sure you've never turned over the collar. Take a look." He opened his fist to reveal a one centimeter wide, five centimeter long strip of metal, rounded on one end and sharp on the other.

"This is called a collar stay. As the name implies, it helps the collar stay in the shape intended. Generally speaking even higher class name brands employ plastic collar stays. The problem with those is that they only keep the collar straight and smooth – they don't allow for adjustment of the angle. The ones I have here are pure silver 1. I can make adjustments according to my needs, for whatever necktie I choose. This is how the collar works – not tailored."

The students looked on in rapt attention. Evidently none had heard this secret before. Director Wu fiddled with his collar, partially hidden in the back row.

Lan Jue replaced the collar stay. "If you don't tell anyone, no one will know your collar stay is composed of a precious metal. No one, except for those with good taste. They'll take one look at your collar and know precisely how it is you've managed that angle. I once knew a local official who used twenty-two karat gold stays, not for anyone else's satisfaction but his own. He knew they were twenty-two karat gold. Pure gold, obviously, would have been too soft for a stay. Unsuitable unless you add another metal. These weren't for status, for how could they be if no one saw them? This was his 'surprise package,' his hidden coquettishness. Think about it – what if one day your girlfriend has your shirt… for some reason… and discovers a golden collar stay? She'd look at you differently, wouldn't she? I dare say she'd be more smitten."

More laughter, this time less forced. Be it male or female student each looked upon him with bright eyes and bright expression.

"Most people think ornamentation and accessories are a woman's fancy. What use have men for accessories? Isn't that 'girly'? Well I'm here to tell you that this sort of thinking is entirely wrong. In truth a man's necessary accessories aren't much fewer than a woman's.. only, they are less visually available. Collar stays, cufflinks, wrist watches, breastpins, even a delicate bracelet… things easily missed, but when briefly revealed increase your charm and charisma tenfold."

He paused here and took his jacket back from Tang Mi. He gave her a brief smile, and motioned for her to return to her seat. She looked back at him for a moment before making for the back row.

He slipped his jacket back on. "Now I know what you're thinking. 'Professor Lan,' you wish to say, 'Unless you're very familiar with a woman, your girlfriend for example, wont your secret remain hidden?' In fact, that's not the case. Take a look." He turned then and showed his back to the gathered youngsters.

"This particular coat is a double vent. So, say I'm walking down the street and a breeze catches my clothes. The back flaps ever so slightly, and there the lining is revealed. Oops! My secret is known."

Another ripple of laughter. Jin Yan and Wu Junyi also couldn't help but lend their voice to the mirthful chorus. Every eye watched Lan Jue, waiting for his next move.

Hua Li sat in a distant corner, watching the lecture from a distance. At some point the mask he'd used to hide his face had been removed, and as he watched his high-spirited friend a knowing smile spread across his pretty features.

Never had Lan Jue expected one day he'd be a teacher, much less Hua Li. But here he stood, standing before a classroom of rapt pupils.

"Now, folding pocket kerchiefs and wearing ties. There are quite a few ways to tie a tie. We have the common, popular knots like the four-in-hand, Windsor…"

He demonstrated each knot as he said them, pulling strips of cloth from behind the podium and passing them around the room. Director Wu took the lull in the lecture as a chance to speak to Jin Yan, beside him.

"Professor Jin, what do you think of this young man's class?"

"It's only the second time I've attended," she began without hesitation, "but I can't not acknowledge my interest. I hadn't expected one would have to pay such particular attention to a suit. It's also the first time I've heard of collar stays. I feel like this knowledge, for etiquette and common sense, is of great benefits to the students. What do you think, Director?"

He only gave a small, secretive smile. "At the very least, it's not a disadvantage."

Jin Yan continued. "I might as well be one of his students. I'm already looking forward to what he'll tech next."

"It's not just you. Even at my age I'm learning a great deal from his lectures. I'll probably have to go home and adjust my own suits after this. Show them off to the old lady."

Time flies when you're having fun, so the saying goes, and for the students of Professor Lan's class the saying held true. In what felt like no time at all, the class was coming to an end.

As the bell rang, none of the students were in a rush to leave. After all the Professor still had one style of tie he'd yet to show off. Time didn't seem a factor, and even Director Wu didn't remind Lan Jue that he was delaying the students from their other classes. Ten minutes later, all was said and done.

"I really do apologies. First for my classes and then for my time management. Thursday afternoon we have our next class. Frankly speaking today's class was mostly for the benefit of our male students, but the next one will be aimed at our young ladies. In the interest of advanced notice we'll be discussing jewelry. There are a wide array of jewelry accessories and one class wont be able to cover them all, but I'll bring a few pieces to show off. And that's where we'll end today. Class dismissed, thank you."

Lan Jue finished with another formal bow.

"Professor Lan, can you tell me if I did this right?" One of his students rushed at the podium to get his attention. Others followed until it was as though Lan Jue was penned in by a swarm.

Hua Li slipped his mask back on his face, but not before muttering jealously under his breath. "I should be the one getting the star treatment. This guy…"

It took a good ten minutes for Lan Jue to extricate himself from the horde. His suit had been horribly wrinkled in the process, and someone's dirty fingers had stained the sleeves. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He'd have to send it to the dry-cleaners when he returned.

"Professor… professor, over here!" Lan Jue spied Tang Xiao's puffy head peaking from around the corner of the hallway. He waved his master over.

Lan Jue nodded and made his way over.

Jin Tao and Tang Xiao were both waiting out of sight of the others. As Lan Jue came up, Jin Tao couldn't help but immediately start blabbering. "Professor, what suit do you think would make me look most handsome?"

Lan Jue gently shoved the punk's head. "Handsome means an absence of grotesque shape. First you have to shave that hideous thing on your head."

"Got it!" He turned then to the chortling Tang Xiao, repeatedly slapping the kid's belly. "And what are you laughing about tubby? If we're talking about grotesque you got some adjustments to make yourself! Five minutes at a hairdressing and I'm golden, but this thing you're smuggling here? Hah!"

"Not in the face! Are you looking for another beating?!"

"I advise you both to save your strength," Lan Jue interjected ominously. Suddenly there was another at Lan Jue's side.

Jin Tao looked at the newly arrived Hua Li. "Oh hi. Are you also one of the Professor's pupils?"

Hua Li chuckled. "No, I'm… a friend."

1. Because that's not wasteful at all.

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Chapter 111: Gobi Entertainment

"We had a teacher who commanded thunderbolts. Why have another who called the rain?"

-Memoires of the Metal Fox, Army General Tang Xiao

"More cruel than beating someone half to death, is curing them afterward and beating them again. A fist for hello and a fist for goodbye, over and over again."

-Memoirs of the Frenzied Lion Mastiff, Army General Jin Tao

Lan Jue and Hua Li idly strode along the wide avenue cutting through the campus' yard. The smile on Lan Jue's face was a sinister one, and the expression in Hua Li's eyes was one of joy and contentment.

"It was indeed a good time for me to come. I don't even know how long it's been since I've felt like this. Remember when I used to bully the kids back in school?"

"Pretty cruel," Lan Jue said. "How can you beat them so badly, heal them up then beat them again like that?"

Hua Li straightened and spoke as though delivering a line. "Nonsense, clearly it was you who wished it so. A teacher like you, beating his students? At any rate I was trying to give them more time to practice their combat skills, and fixed them right up before leaving. Nothing more than a little mental stimulation. A little rest and they're right as rain!"

Lan Jue humphed. "We're taking a shortcut. At their age and ability, if we don't how are they ever going to improve? Now that they call me teacher, the are my responsibility!"

"Tsk. Stop with your crap. Who believes your malarkey anyway."

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"Qianlin! Qianlin!" Tang Mi excitedly bounded to her friend's side.

"What's all this about?" Qianlin gave her friend a curious look. Tang Mi's face was flushed, making her appear vibrant and cute. Her large eyes were wide and excited, even a little watery.

"Qianlin! Today I went to attend that etiquette class we talked about. Really very interesting! You have to come with me next time." Tang Mi artfully cooed at her friend in attempts at manipulation.

Zhou Qianlin slightly dropped her eyes. "Not interested."

"Oh but that Professor Lan is so handsome!" Tang Mi continued unfazed. "Oh right, I heard he had a run in with that.. what was it, goddess of violence? She dragged him to the teaching affairs office. Is that true?"

"Yup," she responded, short and concise.

Tang Mi sighed. "He's just so good in other areas, only a little weak. But it's fine, behind every strong woman there's a weak man."

Zhou Qianlin looked at her like she was an alien. "What is this? Are you smitten?"

Tang Mi scowled at the accusation. "Never. Don't you know me by now? I'm just talking, besides in my heart there's already a Prince Charming."

"And who's that," Qianlin inquired.

"Zeus! The Great and Powerful Zeus, of course!" Tang Mi's eyes twinkled dreamily.

Zhou Qianlin snorted her criticisms. "Hmph. What sort of friend is this? He was the one that kidnapped me!"

"But that has nothing to do with you," she replied. "If he wanted to kidnap me that'd be the best!"

"Friendship's over!"

"Wait wait ok, I'm wrong, don't go. I'll treat you to some delicious food. How about some sweetened calabash?"

"Fine!"

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The Soulcaller gem grew warm.

Do you need me to send you home this evening?

No. Tang Mi will accompany me. If you aren't interested in her, you shouldn't lead her on.

When did I lead her on?

Silence

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Now that class had concluded there was nothing to do. With Zhou Qianlin refusing his company, he simply took Hua Li back to Skyfire Avenue on the back of his bicycle.

"You're heavy! Next time I'm going by myself. You've had your biking experience," Lan Jue muttered sourly.

"Don't you have any humanity? I'm here to protect you." Hua Li didn't seem to be bothered.

"Then you definitely shouldn't have me wasting all my strength!"

"Pfft… what's next anyway? Is that guy from yesterday gunna make us some more awesome food?"

"You wish. The Gourmet's culinary talents are only surpassed by his laziness. Keep bothering me and you'll soon find yourself blacklisted. We'll hang out at the shop. Ah right, I also told the ladies we'd be drilling them on combat skills, what do you think," Lan Jue asked his buddy.

"Like the two young gentlemen from this afternoon," he asked.

Lan Jue shook his head. "Press them a little. Shouldn't take long, then we'll head over to the Wine Master's. Ask about the Castle and Tower matter."

As they made their plans, they were already coming upon Skyfire Avenue. They went directly back to Zeus' Jewelry Shop.

Ding ding!

"Boss, you're back." Xiuxiu looked towards Lan Jue, and immediately met him with a sweet smile. Only then did she notice the man who'd entered with him.

Hua Li removed his mask and shot her a winning smile. "Xiuxiu. It's been a long time."

"You are…?" Xiuxiu knit her brows and narrowed her eyes as she examined him.

He answered by lifting a hand and removing his wig.

"Poseidon!" Xiuxiu almost jumped in surprise, and stumbled back a few steps.

Hua Li matched her retreat with an advance, spreading open his arms as though to give her a hug. "I bet after so long you must miss me, huh?"

Lan Jue grabbed his friend's arm and yanked him back. "Stop messing around. Coming in here messing things up. We aren't that familiar."

"All man but no humanity. Always the same!"

Xiuxiu had by this time recovered, and bowed towards him in greeting. "It's nice to see you, Poseidon," she said with a smile.

Lan Jue turned to her then. "Xiuxiu, go let Mika and Guoguo know we'll be heading down in a little while to spar. Ke'er, if you would please go invite the Wine Master to join us at the arena."

"Yes, boss." Ke'er – stepping forward from behind the counter – and Xiuxiu replied in Tandem.

Lan Jue left then to his apartments to change clothes, Hua Li in tow.

"Hey sis, who was that handsome guy with the boss?" Ke'er watched them leave in curiosity.

Xiuxiu looked at her co-worker in surprise. "You don't recognize him?"

Ke'er shrugged. "Should I?"

"That's no normal guy," Xiuxiu replied. "His name is Hua Li – his nickname is Poseidon."

"Poseidon… it does sound a little familiar."

"You're something else. The Four Divine Monarchs? You still don't know?"

Realization suddenly dawned on her. "He's that Poseidon?"

Xiuxiu nodded. "The Four Divine Monarchs are as follows; The God of Wisdom, Prometheus. King of Hell, Hades. Lord of Thunder, Zeus. And King of the Seas, Poseidon. Our boss is Zeus, obviously. Just now, that was Poseidon. With the boss injured he's probably here to help look after him. Prometheus, who came the other day, is the boss' brother, but these two have a much different relationship. Back before, when they were fighting shoulder to shoulder, he apparently took a serious injury for the boss to keep him safe."

"I see. I had no idea that was Poseidon! He really is so good looking! But I still think our boss is better. More manly!" Ke'er nodded resolutely.

Xiuxiu covered her mouth and stifled a giggle. "Is this supposed to be a compliment? You don't call him handsome, just 'manly.' I doubt the boss would applaud the choice."

"I-I'm off to speak with the Wine Master," Ke'er stuttered, leaving in a hurry.

As Ke'er left, Xiuxiu's smile faltered and slipped away. A strange look filled her eyes. "Poseidon," she murmured.

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Lan Jue set about changing clothes while Hua Li settled on the sofa. He intermittently popped some dried fruit in his mouth as he watched T.V.

"We interrupt your program for an urgent news bulletin. Gobi Entertainment would like to announce the new Poseidon special release! Poseidon: Sounds of Nature, to be released first in the Eastern Alliance's own Planet Skyfire! This product of Gobi Entertainment, two years in the making, was personally supervised by Poseidon every step of the way – and who'd have thought they'd choose Skyfire for their debut! The only thing left to answer is; are you ready?!"

"Damnit!" Hua Li nearly leapt from the sofa, like someone lit a fire under him. Filled with indignation, he began to shout at the television screen. "I run all the way out here to Skyfire and they STILL stalk my every move! It must have been that female officer from the other day. Mo Xiao, you're ruthless!"

Lan Jue grinned, gloating at his friend's misfortune. "You deserve it. Such are the trials of the rich and famous!"

Hua Li howled piteously to the ceiling. "Why is being handsome such a sin!"

By this point Lan Jue had changed his clothes. "With narcissism as pervasive as yours I wonder if you'll ever have need to marry. You should be afraid you'll be the only one to love you."

Hua Li fixed his friend with a penetrating stare. "No. I also have your love."

"Garbage!" Lan Jue shot a foot out at Hua Li, but his saucy friend deftly slithered out of the way. He stood just out of reach in a victorious pose.

"Let's go," Lan Jue muttered darkly.

The took the elevator directly to Skyfire Underground's version of the Jewelry Shop. Mika and Lin Guoguo were already waiting as per Xiuxiu's instructions.

"Oh, you're Poseidon? You really are handsome!" Lin Guoguo batted her eyes at him, infatuation clear in her eyes.

Hua Li shot a proud gaze to Lan Jue. It's message was clear; you see? All women like what I got.

However in the next moment that beamish smile froze – no, it would be more accurate to say it was squeezed.

Literally, as Lin Guoguo pinched his face between her fingers. "Poseidon, what plastic surgeon did you use? Even flawless complexion! I've been wanting to ask you forever. I heard a journalist interviewed a whole slew of cosmetic surgery operations. So far eighteen have admitted to working on you. So which one was it, really?"

Hua Li's figure vanished in a flash, free from Lin Guoguo's evil clutches. He hissed at her, teeth grinding. "I'm all natural! Everything else you hear is slander!"

Lin Guoguo only blinked. "But… that's what everyone says."

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Chapter 112: Pointers

Hua Li snapped his head around to glare at Lan Jue. "A-Jue, did you teach them this?!"

Lan Jue coughed uncomfortably. "Stop framing good people! Only you are responsible for your reputation. Come on, let's get to the sparring arena. Ke'er should already be there with the Wine Master."

He turned and began to make his way. As he did, hidden from view, a goofy grin nearly split his face. He couldn't keep it hidden any longer.

Face-lift! HAH!

When they arrived they spied the Wine Master waiting. He stood quietly before the gates of the Reaper's Arena, meticulously put together and almost regal. Above ground he managed the Gothic Winery, but here the Reaper's Arena was under his purview. Ke'er stood behind him, as she felt uncomfortable at his side or in front.

"Wine Master," Lan Jue greeted when he was not far off.

"Nm." The elderly man nodded to the Jewelry Master. "What are you planning to do in my arena?"

"I'd like to rent a ring, one with no surveillance. I have some pointers I'd like to share with these young ladies. Oh, and let me introduce my friend, Hua Li."

The Wine Master ran his eyes across Hua Li, who likewise was sizing up the old man. However after a moment's observation it was Hua Li who was struck with surprise, and a slight fear crept through him. Employing his energy awareness had revealed absolutely nothing before him – a void, like there was no man there at all.

"It's nice to meet you, Wine Master," he offered with a smile.

The Wine Master stared quietly at him for a moment before reacting. "Hello. You're Poseidon, are you? From Gobi Entertainment."

"I am." Hua Li's smile broadened. There was no way for him to truly conceal his identity. After all the Supersoldier of An Lun wasn't the most well-known of the Divine Monarchs – it was in fact him, Poseidon. A name that was known throughout all the Alliances, as an artist. The most famous artist in the universe. His fame transcended borders, and through the help and advertisement of Gobi Entertainment he could not be claimed by any one faction – he belonged to his fans alone.

The Wine Master nodded once more. "Your father and I used to be close, once. I was surprised to hear he retired."

Hua Li's smile turned bitter. "Then you likely know the Gobi habit – striving to retire as early as possible. There's nothing grand about being a high-profile figure."

The Wine Master spoke no further on it, turning instead to Lan Jue. "I'll give you an arena for use. No monitors or surveillance. It'll cost you, though."

"No discounts?"

The Wine Master turned and walked in to the Arena as though he hadn't heard.

The others followed a few steps behind, but Lan Jue shuffled a few quick steps to catch up with his old friend.

"Wine Master, there's actually something I'd like to discuss with you. It's about the visit from the representatives of the Pontiff's Castle and Dark Tower. They should be arriving soon, if I'm not mistaken. Unfortunately I'm not at my full strength currently, and I'm afraid I'd be little use directly participating in the exchange. Perhaps Hua Li could take my place, if you approve."

The Wine Master's brows wrinkled as he spoke. "Unacceptable. He isn't a part of the Avenue, and as such can't represent us. But you don't need to worry, we've actually heard from the Pontiff's Castle. For… reasons unknown, they wish to postpone the exchange for another month. Will you have recovered in that time?" He turned his head to look at his younger council counterpart, something curious in his eyes.

"Postponed?" His face revealed a sardonic grin. "That's enough. I hope they have the nerve to show up."

By then they'd arrived before a towering metal wall. The Wine Master lazily lifted a hand, waving it at the barrier before them. A moment later, the solid metal wall began to ripple like a curtain of water.

"Alright. This arena has been fully shielded, nor is there any surveillance. Head on in – here's the key. "The Wine Master handed an Jue a metal orb inlayed with a sapphire power gem. "One c-ranked power gem per month."

Lan Jue scowled. "Why not just rob me?"

The Wine Master's response was chilly. "How much do you suspect a bottle of Romanee-Conti costs? Hurry and recover from your injuries. Don't forget your promise to me." He turned away then. He nodded once to Hua Li, and suddenly vanished from view – a void as empty as Hua Li had witnessed.

"Ooee," Hua Li uttered in surprise. "That one's scary strong. I'm guessing he's the Cosmagus?"

Lan Jue nodded in affirmation. "A ceremonious but adorable old man. Come on, in we go. The cost of this is three times higher than normal – so inhuman. Someday I'll spend a week in his cellar, see the look on his face then."

Hua Li chortled. "You won't see any face. He'll just immediately shred you to ribbons. It's rumored his true power is in folding space. I wonder how many interspatial fissures you can endure."

They passed through the rippling barrier and as promised, everything was concealed. Darkness enveloped them, but a moment later the world beyond the curtain was revealed. Suddenly, they found themselves standing in a massive, open area.

"Well!" Lan Jue's voice matched the surprise in his eyes.

The arena was circular, rising over two hundred meters to a ceiling. It was roughly five hundred meters in diameter. They felt insignificant in it's vast expanse. It may have cost Lan Jue three times the going rate, but compared to normal rented spaces it was monstrously large.

"Extravagant," Hua Li hummed. A place like this was enough to practice even mecha combat. He, too, knew that a c-ranked gem a month wasn't cheap, but they would be hard pressed to find a better sparring arena. Mecha piloting, Discipline training… anything they liked, without fear of collateral damage. Lately the authorities had become far more strict in this area, and finding a private space to train for any period of time was exceedingly difficult.

If you really wanted to improve in combat, the best way to do it was to give it your all, and hold nothing back. Thus this sort of space was indeed expensive.

Lan Jue stepped forward a few paces, then turned to face the four women.

"Our last foray in to the Shattered Starfields I think left us all with a very strong impression. I will always do my best to keep you safe – but I am not the strongest person out there. Each of you possess great talent, and with training can grow to become incredible powerhouses. These last three years, I've been far too lazy, far too indifferent, and it's held you four back. Starting today, we're all going to snap out of this funk, and work on getting stronger."

"Xiuxiu," Lan Jue said, looking at her.

"Boss." She stepped forward.

"Your talent has reached the peak of eighth rank," he addressed her. "Ninth rank is within sight. Your Discipline, Sharpness, is enough to overpower most in combat. Even so this last time Uriel managed to damage your Asura. It is my hope you break through to ninth rank within the year – then we'll see a substantial increase in your abilities."

"For all four of you, cooperation is the key to successful cultivation. If you work together, covering each other's weaknesses, even a Paragon couldn't stand against you."

"Ke'er," Lan Jue turned his head to the blue-haired young girl.

She almost leapt forward. "Boss." Her rush forward caused her full chest to jiggle 1.

"Your Discipline's focus is raw physical attack and explosive power. Different from Xiuxiu's. She excels in close combat, and you from a distance. I know because of your history, you've avoided further cultivation, but…"

"Boss!" Ke'er suddenly interrupted his thought. The corners of her eyes had grown slightly red. "Boss, not to worry. There will be no further problems in my cultivation. I'll work hard to improve. I am also nearly ninth rank, and will break through. I want to protect you."

"Eh…" For a moment, Lan Jue lost his momentum, but quickly recovered. "Excellent! Our Ke'er knows what needs to be done. Keep it up!"

"Right!" She emphatically nodded her head.

"Guoguo."

Lin Guoguo stepped forward, a smile on her pretty face.

"Mind control… your potential is huge. But you lack perseverance. In the face of enemies you grow timid and overcautious. This locks your mental powers, preventing them from reaching out to the fullest. Your abilities and the willpower of others are closely tied. It's in this way you must strive to improve. For you, your specialization is in control. In conjunction with Ke'er and Xiuxiu, you are a terror. You're already ninth ranked, but first degree. We've got to get you to the second."

"Yes, boss!" She stuck out her tongue. Timidity was always her weakness.

Finally his eyes fell to Mika, and a hesitation was revealed in their depths.

Mika's eyes, however, grew hard. She took the initiative, and stepped forward. "Boss. What do I need to do?"

1. Swear to God, that's the translation.

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Chapter 113: Poseidon, the Sparring Partner

Lan Jue muttered inaudibly to himself, then a resolution came over him as though a decision had been made. His voice came low. "These last few days I've been thinking on your problem. Mika, frankly speaking your capacity is the greatest among you four. However, it is also the most dangerous – the most likely to bring catastrophe. The blood in your veins, that of the Prince of Devils, can spiral out of control quicker than you know. If that were to happen, you'd lose yourself. Little by little, it would eat you up until you no longer existed as Mika. Your kindheartedness would vanish, and all that would be left is death. None of us wish to see this happen, so as always I must beg your restraint."

"However, this isn't the long term plan. In these last few years your control over the dark blood has been excellent. However this has been due to the fact you haven't had to get in to a fight. Now, your identity and whereabouts are revealed – although you're safe in the Avenue, I can't suggest you remain here forever. So, in my view, letting it out is better than keeping it in. Escape isn't an option. The Dark Blood is full of evil, yes, but there's a pattern of manifestation. It can be controlled. For this month, continue of the path of cultivation we've already laid out. When I've recovered, then we'll attempt to keep that dark blood under control. Eventually your mastery will be complete… and then you'll be a Paragon."

"Alright." Mika watched her protector with somber eyes.

Lan Jue took a moment to look at the four beautiful young women in turn. Smiling, he went on. "The women of Zeus' Jewelry Store 1 are without compare. No matter what, and no matter when, I'm honored to know you. Next, I would like to introduce your sparring partner for the next month – Mr. Hua Li. Lili, would you come on stage, please."

"Eh? Sparring partner?" Hua Li jabbed a finger at his own nose.

Lan Jue nodded sagely. "Don't you think it's wonderful to have these four beautiful women to train with? Let me introduce you to them."

"This, is Hua Li. I imagine you all have heard of his nickname, Poseidon. He's my good friend, as close as a brother. We were two of what were called the Four Young Divine Monarchs. He is the successor of the Gobi Collective, Diva of Gobi Entertainment. The most famous entertainer of our time. Heart-throb of a good ninety percent of the girls in the universe. Ninth ranked, sixth-degree Talent in the Discipline of water control. His family, the Gobi Collective, is the most mysterious in all the three Alliances, and their influence is seen everywhere. Here, is the lord of that illustrious family."

"A-Jue, with such an introduction you're embarrassing me! It's nice to meet you, lovely young ladies." Hua Li bowed in a fluid and gentlemanly fashion to the gathered Amazons.

Lan Jue interjected. "You? Shy? I thought that was an emotion you were born without. Xiuxiu you've met, but let's go through proper introductions. This is Xiuxiu, whose discipline is sharpness. Her handle; the Asura Blade-Maiden."

"Next is Ke'er, with a Discipline of metalmorphosis, energy explosiveness. She is an Acquired Talent. Her nickname is the Baleful Tempest."

An Acquired Talent? And two disciplines? Hua Li was clearly surprised at the revelation. And yet it struck something in him, something familiar like he'd heard of these two disciplines being used together before.

"Lin Guoguo, Discipline psychokinesis. Called the Psychic Tide."

"And last but not least, Mika. Her Discipline is Hellfire. They call her the Stygian Succubus."

Hua Li took them all in; Zeus' Amazons! The Asura Blade-Maiden Xiuxiu; the Baleful Tempest Ke'er; the Psychic Tide, Lin Guoguo; and the Stygian Succubus, Mika. Just as Zeus described. One look and he could see the potent energies exuding from them.

Lan Juue grinned at the lot. "Next, the time is yours. Ladies, today's lesson is simple – beat the crap out of him. Begin!"

"A-Jue! Don't you have a heart?!" Hua LI shouted agitatedly at the grinning Lan Jue.

"You can only defend and evade. No striking back!"

The ladies' reactions were quick as lightning. As soon as the call to begin rang out, they were in motion. First was the Psychic Tide, Lin Guoguo.

Her eyes flashed a dazzling gold, and suddenly a formless power smashed in to Hua Li's body.

"Eh?" Surprised thrilled through those clear eyes, but he quickly recovered. His eyes changed in color, shifting from the color of calm shores to tumultuous deep seas. Two golden points shimmered in their depths. Suddenly they began to twist and rotate like a whirlpool, and the golden spurs were swallowed within.

The change was quick, but still Hua Li stood rooted in place. The three other women wasted no time and spread out. Xiuxiu moved laterally, and Ke'er sprang in to the air. There floating in the air, a strange blue light began to expand from Ke'er's chest. It was a blue unlike Hua Li's, and burst forth with no trace of gentleness. Instead it seemed almost metallic.

Her body imploded above, dissolving and expanding out as a photosphere. Following the transformation a series of metallic gun barrels pushed forth from the light. Each issued a dazzling salvo of blue energy beams that raced towards Hua Li. Such was the power of Ke'er, the Baleful Tempest.

Mika vanished, appearing again chasing Xiuxiu at full speed. Roiling hellfires had already covered her body. Her red hair flowed free from constraints, and fluttered behind her like a hood of fire. Even the black-rimmed glasses she always wore couldn't diminish her intimidating appearance. On the contrary, she was like a wildfire.

She drew closer to Xiuxiu, but suddenly the Blade-Maiden disappeared, seen again instantly at Hua Li's side. Her two hands raised, and jabbed viciously at Poseidon's waist. As they rapidly drew closer they were no normal hands – they glowed silver, and adopted a strange texture. They screeched as they tore through the air.

Lin Guoguo grunted, and her eyes dimmed, but it was only temporary. Xiuxiu's hands found their mark. Her hands like razors tore through Hua Li's figure… and the latter began to ripple like a mirage.

Under stress from Xiuxiu's attack it's ripples increased. Hua Li's image undulated within a halo of gentle blue light. Though the Blade-Maiden's attack had landed she felt nothing but air. That is, until the image began to congeal. Something thick and confining gripped her hands and started to snake it's way up her body.

Xiuxiu felt the temperature rise, and suddenly two fiery orbs raced past her on either side. They collided violently with the melting image of Poseidon. Fire and water, polar opposites. As the diametrically opposed elements collided an ear-piercing sound filled the arena. Xiuxiu just managed to get out of the way.

Ke'er energy blasts also landed in the same moment, and Hua Li's form shuddered drastically under the assault. From somewhere Hua Li's cries arose. "A-Jue! This is cruel! If they keep this up I can't hold them off!"

Lan Jue chuckled. "Fine, but be careful not to hurt them."

"Oh fine, fine. Me, a lover of all women kind, how could I bring them any harm! You worry too much!" It was then the gentle halo that surrounded him began to brighten. It grew and expanded until it was full with an overwhelming energy. When it burst, spears of dazzling light shot in all directions.

After her first assault Lin Guoguo had shut her eyes. Their golden light was gone, but in it's place her entire body had begun to emit a golden light. Suddenly and without warning a golden figure separated itself from Guoguo's aura and launched itself in to the distance.

"Ahh!" Hua Li's surprised cried erupted, and in the next instant he appeared before them. The shimmering golden projection was racing directly at him.

But that golden Lin Guoguo was as soft as a shadow, and she penetrated that blue shadow like she herself was little more than a dream.

Ke'er, already a glimmering ball of gun barrels underwent another change in the same instant. The bristling barrels melted and bonded in to one, reforming in the shape of a 300 milimeter canon. Closer inspection would reveal that the mouth of the barrel bore thousands of streaking blue threads that raced along it's length. The body of the surreal artillery weapon glowed with a pale blue light. It hadn't released it's payload yet, but even so Hua Li felt the threat bearing down on him.

With Hua Li revealed by Lin Guoguo's psychic doppelganger, Mika and Xiuxiu were instantly on the move. Xiuxiu was first, and leapt in to the air. A blinding white light surrounded her enticing frame before suddenly, she vanished. In her place, within that halo of glimmering light appeared a longsword.

The meter and a half long blade was simple in design, though strangely a series of waves like wood grain were imprinted on the weapon's surface. They looked like countless snarling faces. The hilt of the weapon was nearly a meter long itself. A distinct chill emanated from the sharp edges of the slender blade, and with the blade's arrival miniscule tears appeared in the space around it. It was like even the air couldn't bear the weapon's sharpness.

Mika lifted a hand, and took hold of the surreal blade that was Xiuxiu. Almost lazily, she swept the sword towards the distant Hua Li. The simple motion called from within the sword a burst of white energy that rushed out like a sonic boom.

But it wasn't the first time Hua LI had encountered the Asura Blade.

In the early years of his time with Lan Jue, he'd met Xiuxiu. At that point Xiuxiu had still called Lan Jue Sir, having been raised at his side – his maidservant, and his secret weapon. Anyone who knew Zeus also understood that when he held the Asura Blade in his hand, he was at his most dangerous. A god and a god-blade, this was a true warlord.

Were Xiuxiu at his side that day against Michael, things would have turned out very differently. Now, it wasn't Zeus who held the blade, but that didn't diminish it's sharpness.

Hua Li had become entangled by Li Guoguo's doppelganger. Already he felt himself held fast, and even if he could dodge it was too late. Instead he simply raised his right hand, waving it in a circle before him. He executed a strange gesture, and gently pushed out with his palm. A swirling, cobalt blue vortex appeared at his side.

1. Dibs on playboy cover story

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Chapter 114: The Power of Poseidon

The sizzling arc of light spat from the Asura Blade cut in to Hua Li's vortex. What was moments before a deep blue ripple became pure white – but the whirlpool remained. The deadly attack was swallowed in to it.

"Brine Mires," Lan Jue reminded them cryptically from a distance.

The words echoed through the arena. Hua Li stood unmoved but not unchanged. That coy smile common to his handsome face was gone. His body spun around, and his hands shot out in a flurry. Like before, each strike of his palm birthed a spinning cobalt blue vortex.

As they blasted outward the Asura Blade strike was deflected. Lin Guoguo's golden doppelganger, too, was pushed violently away. The powerful force was clearly a conglomeration of the ocean's powers and Hua Li's own mental force. He was no psychic like Guoguo was, but once a power was cultivated to the ninth rank, one's control was nearly absolute.

The Brine Mire eddies surrounded Hua Li like moving armor. Slowly they gathered inward, melding in to one, until they swallowed Poseidon and left a massive tidal vortex in his stead.

Mika viciously swiped the Asura Blade, sending wave after wave of deadly surges against the vortex. But no matter how sharp they were, none could penetrate the water's defense. Each were swallowed in to the roiling depths.

It was no wonder he was called Poseidon! His power was indeed strong.

"My turn!" Ke'er's voice called out, and is it did a great beam of dazzling blue light exploded from the giant energy canon she had become. It's destructive volley fired directly in to the heart of the whirlpool.

In response a powerful, almost regal sensation issued from the ocean depths. Soon after, it was joined by a massive, cobalt blue figure. It was seen only faintly at first, a dark blue figure in rough seas. Humanoid, but larger than Hua Li – holding itself with a majestic posture.

"Destroy!" The rumbling voice roared through the entire arena. The indistinct image extended a finger towards the energy shell Ke'er had launched it's way. A slender, slithering blue light shot out. It collided precisely in the center of the attack.

The beam of power stopped as it was struck. The area around it suddenly grew bright as the sun, waves of energy blasting out in all directions. As it faded, amidst the ripples of heat and energy, a hollow space remained where the two opposing powers had met. The beam was gone.

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Planet Skyfire. The Azure Sea.

Boom–!

A great, deafening blast filled the air. In the seconds following a terrific column of water fired in to the sky, towering hundreds of meters. The corpses of myriad sea creatures tumbled out from the spout in all directions. A staggering pulse of energy swept over the ocean's surface. It continued for a good ten seconds before finally dissipating.

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The Four Amazons froze, stunned that such a powerful force was simply commanded to cease. The massive vortex began to expand, growing larger still.

Frightful waves of energy blasted out like ominous tides, crashing over them. Mika, with the transformed Asura Blade in hand, were cast away. The whirlpool continued to expand at an alarming rate.

"Be careful. Guoguo's his target," Lan Jue interjected.

Lin Guoguo jumped with a start, the gold in her eyes flickering. The golden doppelganger had returned to her side. As her eyes flashed she lifted her right hand and pointed. The golden light around her flared, coming under assault from Poseidon's crushing wave. Neither budged.

"Good." Hua Li's clear voice spoke out in praise as his figure appeared. But as the four women looked on in confusion, his body melted away like water. He disappeared in to the tidal waves.

Lin Guoguo expelled a psychic pulse, searching for her enemy's presence. But how could she find him, as water in an ocean?

Her head shot up as though she'd found her target. She looked up just as a blue figure was crashing down on her – a bubble, which quickly swallowed her up.

A flash of blue light, and Lin Guoguo was gone. When she reappeared she was several hundred meters away, in the belly of the spinning bubble. Her mental powers were rendered useless.

"Alright, that's enough." Lan Jue called for them to cease. As he did, the waters settled, vanishing. Poseidon's regal figure was revealed as they did.

Mika lay down the Asura Blade, and Ke'er reverted to her adorable and unthreatening appearance. The bubble around Lin Guoguo burst. The soaked amazon trotted over to meet them.

Lan Jue looked over his warrior maidens. "You've already lost. If A'li had wanted to, at least two of you would already be gravely injured – or worse."

"In respect to individual power you each are at a disadvantage. However, together you shouldn't have lost this quickly. Guoguo, you're problem is exactly as I just outlined; persistence. Your psychic powers didn't reach the level they could have. Through the whole fight, you were far too gentle. Had you pushed yourself, your ninth ranked powers would have caused him real trouble."

"Yes, boss." Lin Guoguo's face grew red, and she inadvertently stuck out her tongue in shame.

Lan Jue turned then to Mika. "your powers weren't employed at all. Even controlling the power of your blood, you're still a ninth ranked Talent. Fire and water are mortal enemies, both in competition with one another. Your manipulation of the fire element wasn't nearly sufficient. Are you avoiding disrupting his water attacks because of your cultivation training?"

"Xiuxiu. You were correct in assuming the Asura Blade during the fight. But, you picked the wrong time. You have to pick the most beneficial moment to use it – and certainly not when no opportunity presents itself. Doesn't this reveal your hand too early to the enemy?"

"Last, Ke'er. Ke'er, your energy manipulation shouldn't be as you used it. Whether strength, density or timing, none were enough. We saw none of your energy tempest."

"But for all of you, your greatest failing was cooperation. Think, as you continue to improve how will you employ your powers symbiotically for mutual benefit. In this way, your final result would be better than if you did so alone. In the future I'll ask A-Li to train with you all every day. Use what you learn from him in the ring to improve."

"Yes, boss," the four women responded in unison.

Hua Li and Lan Jue left the secret arena, leaving the women behind to continue their training. Once alone, Lan Jue turned on his friend. "You don't have any shame?"

Hua Li lifted his head and blinked. "What are you talking about?"

Lan Jue grunted. "I'm not in the mood. Using the power taught to you by your ancestors, against a few girls. Poseidon's Mark! Aren't you just the greatest ever."

Hua Li's face reddened. "Four against one and you're still telling me to hold back? You do it next time!"

"If it weren't for the fact I couldn't use my discipline I wouldn't need you! I'm already much stronger than you are. Do you think differently?"

Hua LI sniffed. "Three years ago, no. But some people have been moping around for the last three years, so now who knows. Who's to say I wouldn't kick your ass in to the dirt?"

"You wanna give it a shot?"Lan Jue fixed him with an angry glare.

"Let's go then! If you think you can in the state you're in."

"They got DreamNet, don't they?"

"That's right!" Hua Li's face broke in to a sinister smile. "DreamNet would work. There's nothing to fear there, and no restrictions. Let's go, it's been a long time. Loser's gotta bark like a dog."

"Grow up," Lan Jue spat, shooting him a sideways glance.

Hua Li chuckled. "Well there's gotta be some fun in it."

"Fine. Snort like a pig then. Best two out of three. If I lose, I gotta snort like a pig in front of the ladies. But if you do, you gotta call Mo Xing and snort at her over the phone."

"Well shit, that cruel?" Just the mention of her name caused Hua Li to shiver.

Lan Jue chortled darkly. "What do you say?"

Hua Li hesitation, but eventually replied. "It's a bet! Where's the machine."

"The Underground's Jewelry Store should have everything we need."

"Let's go!" Hua Li threw an arm over Lan Jue's shoulder as they walked. Cocky grins spread across both of their faces, and for a while it was like it was before; young, brash times.

Zeus Jewelry Store had a metal door situated in the back. Opened, it revealed an expansive warehouse within – larger even than the warehouse that housed Zeus' three airships.

As they entered Hua Li swept his eyes around the expansive chamber until they settled on a flickering electric spark in the center. A small team of robots were at work with various tools, repairing something several dozens of times larger than themselves.

"Looks like Thor took quite a beating as well." Hua Li paused to look over the enormous mecha.

Lan Jue nodded. "Michael wasn't an easy one to put down. His mecha control isn't as good as ours was in our prime, but his Angel of War is still top of the line after all. That attack of his, like a tactic that kills one thousand of the enemy and eight hundred of his own. I wasn't careful and got tangled up. He almost turned me in to toast. I was lucky to get away. If it wasn't for him underestimating me, going one on one in the mechas, I'm not sure I'd have come out of it. Come on, the simulator's over there."

Beep beep beep! Just then, his communicator rang out. He lifted his hand to look, and couldn't help but smile. He swung his arm towards Hua Li to give him a look, then answered.

"So when?" A lazy voice immediately arose from his wrist.

"When what?" Lan Jue said, smirking.

"When are we going to the Holy City! Call The big guy and A-Li, the four of us haven't gone out together in a long time, right?" Even through the communicator Lan Jue felt the excitement in that voice.

"He told you, huh?"

Chu Cheng answered. "Yup. So pick a date. I'm stoked. Say the word and I'll let A-Li know."

"Pfft, not an ounce of sincerity," Hua Li shouted at Lan Jue's wrist.

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Chapter 115: Dreamburgh

"Ey?" upon hearing Hua Li's voice, Chu Cheng couldn't help but sound surprised. "Well you got there quick."

Hua Li's voice took on that distinctly feminine quality as he effected a sweet reply. "Of course! My affection for A-Jue is unquestioned!"

"Ugh, by the… cut it out, will ya? Your integrity's already rolling around in the dirt," Chu Cheng replied, his voice pained.

"Cut the garbage," Hua Li said, his voice back to normal. "If you got nothing better to do get your ass down here. We're not heading to the Castle just yet, A-Jue's gotten himself messed up pretty bad. Not to mention in about a month the Pontiff's people will be making their way here to Skyfire."

"Got it. I'll be there before then. A-Jue, get a bottle of brandy ready." Chu Cheng's voice was veritably bursting with dramatic aplomb.

"Chengcheng, come quicklyyy!" That pretty voice cooed at Lan Jue's wrist.

"Ugh, erg… I-I've got stuff to do. Gotta go." The connection broke.

Lan Jue patted his forehead. "This guy… guess a dog can't help eating shit 1. Guess a punk'll do as they do."

Hua Li's voice was full of indignation. "And the nerve, saying I have no integrity! Like he's got room to talk. I'mma beat his ass!"

"Well he'll be here soon," Lan Jue said, patting his friend on the shoulder comfortingly.

Hua Li shot him a glance. "Good. First I'll deal with you, then I'll show him what's up. Show him what his insides look like."

An uncanny smile flitted across Lan Jue's face as he nodded. "Alright!"

There were only five simulators here, but each were top of the line models. After all, the Jewelry Store was among the best earners on the Avenue. In reality Lan Jue himself didn't even know his current net worth, not after giving up management of the store. He left that up to his ladies.

The two young men picked their respective simulators and climbed inside.

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"Qianlin, want me to send you home? Are you feeling better?" Richard spoke politely to her as he walked by the young woman's side. They walked slowly from the campus grounds.

"I'm fine," Qianlin tepidly replied.

Richard looked at her, surprised. "But when I went to your house last night for dinner, you said you were too ill to come down and join us?"

Zhou Qianlin stopped, turned, and fixed Richard with her pretty blue eyes. "Richard, do you really not understand or are you pretending? I don't want to see you. We. Are. Over. Although it's better to say we never began."

Richard looked like he'd been struck with a hammer. "But you're my fiancé," he said bitterly.

Zhou Qianlin hesitated, but after a moment she had made her decision. Determination filled her as she stepped forward to Richard's side.

Richard's face lit up. Until he heard her speak.

"That day… the man who took me from the wedding he… he had his way with me."

If Richard had been hit with a hammer before, this time it was a bomb. His whole body shook, but he felt locked in place.

"I'm sorry. I want nothing to do with you anymore." Zhou Qianlin backed away a few steps, before turning and walking away.

Tang Mi had been beside her the entire time. Though her voice had been quiet, she'd still heard clearly every word she said.

"Qianlin… that can't be true, is it? You and Zeus really…"

She didn't utter a sound, only sped up her gait. Tang Mi got the point, and fell quiet as she raced to catch up.

After several long moments, watching the two girls leave, Richard's hands curled in to white-knuckled fists. That day was still clear in his mind, like it had just happened. It was the most shameful day of his life, brought about by that golden-masked man. His lofty voice still rang in his ears. "I am ZEUS!"

Tang Mi didn't speak again until they were at the school's main gates. "Qianlin, what you just told Richard. Was that just to get him to stop, or was it real?"

Qianlin dropped her head, and when she spoke her voice was quiet. "Little Mi, you know I feel very sorry for Richard actually. Before when I accepted his advances, I thought he was a playboy. Later when we actually met I found him to be a good man. Unfortunately he and I would never work out. It's better a sharp pain for a short time, than a dull pain for ever."

Tang Mi blinked her big eyes. "But that's not my concern! What I want to know is if you and Zeus REALLY did it, what's he like?! Is he as good a lover as he is a mercenary? Introduce me to him. I know we're sisters, but we'll keep the competition fair." 2

Zhou Qianlin spun around so quickly her hair fanned out. Her blue eyes were deadly.

"Eh… well, I… I'll go on ahead." Tang Mi turned tail and fled.

"Stop right there!"

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DreamNet. Dreamburgh.

The skies above were a rainbow of colors. Everything was like a fairyland, like a dream. The towering buildings glowed with a faint titanium white, spotlessly clear and without blemish. It was a world of peace and quiet, comfortable. Gentle gusts of wind brought clouds lazily floating in the rainbow sea overhead. A sweet fragrance danced in the eddies, but more than that was a cooling moisture that cleansed the mind and body.

"It's been a long time since I've been here. Every visit it's like I'm stuck somewhere between reality and a dream."

It was a tall, slender man who'd spoken. Gold robes, golden hair, golden mask. A single word floated above him, nearly translucent: Zeus.

"Yeah! It has been ages. It was more than three years ago you last visited the Sanctuary. If you waited much longer I'm afraid they'd kick you out."

Zeus' companion was like him, tall and thin. His robes were a deep blue, and was embroidered like ripples in water. His long blue hair splayed out behind him as though they had a life of their own. His mask was silver. The name above: Poseidon.

Dreamburgh was a special area of DreamNet. Nearly all of DreamNet had a corresponding area in the real world, and were normally as lively. Only a very small handful of people were qualified to enter this large, isolated part of the web.

Here, the peak services of DreamNet were available. Most of which were compatible with the real world outside. Here, they were auctions for s-ranked gems, masterful blueprints for top level mechas, things almost unimaginable outside. But here they could be found.

Indeed it was a very selective place, for only a very special few. The gods themselves.

God-ranked mecha pilots stood at the peak of the piloting world. This status carried over to DreamNet. To every pilot it was considered a great honor to enter here. The ability to be a part meant any further simulated battle for them was meaningless. Most important was the exchange between pilots of the same caliber.

Every pilot here was known only by their callsign. No one could know the identity behind the mask. This, too, was anything but insignificant. This, was the territory of the gods. Here is where one honed themselves, becoming qualified to stand at the top of the power pyramid.

There was a time when the Four Divine Monarchs were kings among kings here, known far and wide. At one point they'd had a one hundred day winning streak in five-man battles – just the four of them. Even today, the record had not been bested.

Of course there were some discrepancies. Real-world god-ranked pilots and those of DreamNet weren't always the same. Here, members were pilots alone – no disciplines were employed. The world's pilots were a combination of power gems, Talent and personal ability.

Still to this day it was the wish of all younger pilots to one day enter Dreamburg. To them, this was Valhalla.

It really had been ages since Lan Jue's last visit. So long, in fact, that were he an average citizen he'd no longer be permitted here. But Zeus was not average citizen. There wasn't a soul here that didn't know his reputation. Here in the sanctuary three separate ranking lists bore his name, and he was in the top sections of each.

The Sanctuary was a place for pilots of the highest grade to meet and compare notes. There was a list of all the participants. The contents of the list were widely known through DreamNet, passed by word of mouth.

To say there was one list though was inaccurate. There were in fact several; one for men, for women, arrangement by fighting capability, win ratios, and on and on. But among them there was one list that was the most telling – and likewise was the one most people adhered to. That was the Comprehensive Power Analysis. It was the final word when it came to the abilities of the sanctuary's pilots. Especially speed of hand.

As was well known proper manipulation of a mecha suit was a combination of mental commands and physical kinetic motion. The higher your acknowledged rank, the more masterful your control. And so one's speed of hand was an important factor to know.

For most, when they spied the lists, they had the same reaction; inhuman!

There was also the God-Team rankings. A common mecha unit consisted of five members, but this was a difficult thing for pilots of their caliber. In fact the total number of effective teams was very small. Only a few hundred in the entirety of DreamNet. Being part of such a team meant you were among the best of the best.

Zeus' name was on all of these.

God-Team rankings: The Four Monarchs. This is where they became known, and where they earned their nickname.

Hand speed rankings; Zeus was fourth. It was determined by the number of executed commands in a short period. Next to his name was written 87.

What this meant was that he could execute eighty seven commands in a second. It was a number he had to maintain for a full minute before it could be counted.

1. I just had to leave this as is in the translation, too funny. The meaning is clear, but for clarification it's akin to the western phrase 'a tiger can't change it's stripes' – you can't help who you are. But I know I'm going to be using this one from now on.

2. Lol.

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Chapter 116: The Audacity!

Eighty-seven a second!

Staggering couldn't begin to describe it. What the average mecha pilot could barely manage in a minute, these god pilots did in a fraction of the time.

The final list was the aggregate power ranking, of which Zeus came in ninth. Of the other three Monarchs only one out-performed him there, his brother Prometheus. He was third. Strangely, however, in terms of hand speed the 'god of wisdom' clocked in at sixty – more than fiftieth in the rankings.

Poseidon was also present on the lists, but the only one he broke the top ten on was the god-team. For the others he was no slouch, but didn't quite reach the same level. Thirty-eighth in hand speed, and fifty first in overall power. In Dreamburg Poseidon was ranked high, but not overly so.

The only person to rank in the top ten of three lists was Lan Jue himself. Although it didn't accurately portray real statistics here, in Dreamburg, among the best pilots in DreamNet – there was none better.

"Doesn't look like there's been a lot of changes in the sanctuary since we've come last," Lan Jue said, looking over the lists. His name remained precisely where it had been three years ago.

Hua Li replied, "Only a few people are allowed in here, you think a significant upset would be that easy? Today, though, I'm here to beat you – aggregate power rankings are sure to see some changes. Three years with minimal practice from you, how much hand speed do you think you've lost?"

"Hah!"

"Let's go then!"

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Dreamburg, Battle Prep.

"Honored Zeus, Poseidon, would you like your spar to be available publicly?" A pleasant, female voice wafted towards them.

"Private," Lan Jue responded.

"Private, confirmed. After one minute, please enter the arena."

A moment later the same voice echoed throughout the entirety of Dreamburg. "51st Ranked pilot Poseidon, has issued a challenge to 9th Ranked pilot Zeus to a contest. One minute to commencement."

A white light flashed before them. The God of Lightning, Zeus, and the Master of the Oceans Poseidon appeared on an expansive platform.

The platform itself was magnificent; round, suspended in mid air, and surrounded by that shifting technicolored sky. It was called the Altar, the combat ring for god-ranked pilots. Each time the pilots here chose to spar, this is where they did it. Battles could be public or private, and spectators to public matches had to pay great sums of money to enjoy them. Private matches, on the other hand, were somewhat of a misnomer. Spectators could come, but their fee was a hundred times greater. A truly astronomical figure.

Spectating a normal match cost DreamBits, but in the real world the cost would amount to a b-ranked power gem. And you could only watch one bout. The proceeds were all given to the combatants – DreamNet took nothing.

Hua Li shouted to his opponent. "Hey A-Jue, do you think it'd be crazy if someone paid to watch our little competition?"

"This isn't going to be a competition," Lan Jue shot back. It's gunna be a massacre."

Hua Li laughed it off. "Yeah?"

"It's been three years since we've last met, and your bullshit hasn't let up," Lan Jue said.

"Well it looks like there aren't any crazies coming out to watch today. Let's do it."

Both Zeus and Poseidon lifted their right hands. Two beams of light fired down from the heavens and enveloped them. The columns expanded, dissolved, and in their place stood two massive mechas.

On one side of the platform towered Thor, exactly as he would appear in the world outside. Opposite Zeus' mecha stood another, aqua blue and considerably more slender than the lightning god's. It's height was similar to Thor's, streamlined and towering. A teardrop-shaped gemstone glimmered in it's forehead, and in fact every important part and junction of the armor bore a similar gem. Looking on, it was like it's body was moving ever so slightly, undulating like deep-sea waves. A sapphire blue trident was clutched in it's hands.

This was Triton, Hua Li's mecha armor.

In this instant a flash appeared in the distance. A metal chair suddenly appeared just outside the platform, and in it a tall figure. A woman, judging by the figure, draped in a flame-red robe. Similarly fiery hair hung down her back, and her features were hidden behind a red mask. Her impressive stature glowed like an ember, but instead of appearing like a lick of flame she instead gave the impression of fresh blood.

"Woah, is that Piao Hong? Sure enough, there's our big wig Piao Piao! Same one from years ago who wanted to provide for you – looks like you're still on her mind." Hua Li's surprised voice issued from Triton. Any sound from the platform wasn't heard from outside.

"Shut it!" Lan Jue sounded especially sour.

Thor burst in to motion. Crackling bolts of lightning raced over it's figure as it launched itself toward Triton in an all out gambit. It looked like a raging ball of thunderbolts, twisting dangerously at it's foe.

Triton took a step back. It was careful and calculated – after all, the two men knew each other well. He did not dodge, but juked diagonally to the side to avoid impact. In the same moment Triton lifted it's massive trident, a hazy blue light enveloping it's prongs.

The misty lights flashed, and a vortex appeared before the weapon. It's pull yanked Thor to the side. Even the mecha was capable of Brine Mires.

The vortex pressure pulled violently at Thor, whose speed and ferocity caused it to stumble off balance for a moment before Zeus retook control. Triton's timing and power were spot on. For an instant it looked like Thor would tumble head first in to the vortex, but it abruptly stopped at a distance of about a meter.

The pull remained, but Thor was in no further danger of being torn apart by the whirlpool. Countless threads of crackling lightning bolts appeared, interweaving to create a massive electrical net. It exploded outward, batting away his opponent's weapon. Moreover, Thor's giant figure became fuzzy, and a mysterious buzz filled the air.

The net fractured, it's once thick electric frame separating until it was almost like a photomask. It surrounded Thor like a blanket. This was an impressive combination of Thor's lightning net and oscillation – a combination that required a master hand. The punishing speed of oscillation, and a second function besides. To your average pilot this was, in a word, insane.

He looked almost like a mirage, and in the space it took for his net to complete, he abused the opportunity. Giant bolts of electricity fired off in all directions. But Triton had not been taken aback. It's own figure had become hazy, and as the bolts washed over it, it vanished. The flowing figure reappeared several meters away. It soared through the air, crackling with residual electricity.

"Stop knowing me so well," Hua Li gloomily engaged.

Lan Jue answered with action. Thor fired itself upward towards Triton, shinning like a shooting star.

Before the rush could find it's target, Triton changed. It split in to three identical images, each brandishing their tridents threateningly. With the motion a light swept over Thor, swallowing it within. The azure blue mecha was unfazed. Lifting it's right hand, a golden light flashed and a lightning-shaped spear appeared in the raised appendage.

It did not strike or jab. Instead Thor gave the spear a shake, and countless dots of lights shuddered free like dust motes in a beam of sunlight. They shimmered and shook, become a hundred thousand tiny spears of light. It was they who rushed out, finding every hole and weakness in the tridents' radiating power.

This clearly reflected the differences between the two great mechas. As the spears strikes rushed against the trident's power the weapon rippled like waves. It diffused and muted the spear's effectiveness. Meanwhile the spears attacks were indomitable, powerful, and precise. It was brute force against redirection.

The earlier strikes had put Triton at a disadvantage. He'd lost the offensive, and struggled back a few steps under Thor's onslaught. However, it was not a broken retreat, he still retained control.

At the levels in which these two competed, victory wasn't decided in a matter of seconds. Neither were employing their best skills or strategies – instead searching the best opportunities to use them.

"A-Li!" As the fight raged, Lan Jue's voice shouted over the din.

"Ah?" Hua Li's response was surprised, taken aback by the sudden cry. To shout in such a way in the midst of an intense stand off, surely there was something the matter.

However, Lan Jue's voice was calm. "A few days ago, while I was teaching class, there was this female student who desperately needed to fart…" 1

"She couldn't hold it, so she came up with an excellent idea. She would loudly clap her hands, and at that precise moment let loose thus concealing the sound. She went about her plan, loudly clapping her hands in the quiet classroom. And just as everyone was turning their heads to look at her, she ripped a fantastic one."

"Ahh hahaha!"

Bang! A bolt of lightning shot out and collided with Triton's shoulder. The mecha fell in to an uncontrolled dive, and smashed to the floor. Thor wasted no time. Golden light washed over him, and as his friend was tumbling he became roaring bolt of lightning. Immediately upon hitting the floor, Thor slammed in to him with the force of starship.

Brruuughhhmmm! The whole area shook as thunderous roars tore through the sky. The entire platform was awash in golden light. A mushroom cloud rolled and raised above it, the fiery lights dancing in it's depths.

Hua Li's screams echoed through the Altar, mixing with the thunder.

"Combat has finished. Winner: Zeus."

The cloud was swept away, and the golden light dimmed. Thor stood triumphant in the center of the ring.

Outside of the ring, the red-robed woman had already stood from her chair. She looked on with doubt in her eyes. Thor had indeed had the upper hand, but Triton's disposition hadn't been significant. Poseidon's mecha had simply sat there, frozen in the air as the attack landed, with no attempts at defense.

Thor hadn't let the opportunity go to waste, and combat was done right then and there. From where she sat it almost looked like Triton let him win – where they trying to exploit the list standings? But that simply couldn't be! God-ranked pilots wouldn't do such a thing!

"THE AUDACITY! A-Jue, that was some a-class bullshit!" Hua Li's enraged voice tore through Dreamburg.

1. Oh no he didn't.

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Chapter 117: Fantascia Genetica Decoction

Lan Jue's voice was serious. "If this were real combat, would you talk this way to your enemy? You'd actually have no chance, because you'd be dead."

"Wh-…" Hua Li trailed off.

Within Thor, Lan Jue was fighting valiantly with himself to stop his laughter from bubbling out. It was a difficult task!

It appeared Tang Xiao's tricks were useful after all. Even he was almost beaten the first time he'd encountered that nasty deception.

"Unacceptable! Again!" Hua Li was audibly grinding his teeth.

Lan Jue's voice was lofty and dismissive. "The discrepancy in power is too great. Train harder, and challenge me again when you're ready!" Thor disappeared in a flash of light, without giving Hu Li a chance to answer 1

It wasn't long before Zeus and Poseidon where once more walking the streets of Dreamburg.

"A-Jue! Since when did you become such a little punk!" Poseidon rushed at Zeus, grabbing him by the neck! 2

"Execute systems protection," Zeus answered quietly.

Boom! An arc of lightning crashed down from the heavens. It threw Poseidon away a dozen meters, burning him black.

Zeus waggled a finger at his companion's smoldering body. "Bad touch."

"Zeus!" In this moment a digitized female voice called his name.

He turned to find the source of the sound, spying the red-clad woman who'd watched their battle. "Piao Hong. Thanks for the gem."

Piao Hong's voice was curt. "Unfortunately I didn't see what I came for. I'll likely apply to DreamNet for reimbursement."

"As you like. That's right, I actually was looking for you."

"For me?" Her voice was surprised.

Zeus nodded in response. "I wanted to know if you were interested in a business proposal. I wanted to buy some fantascia genetica decoction."

She blinked. "It's still useful to you?"

"Don't worry about it," Zeus said. "I have my uses for it. Name a price."

Piao Hong was quiet for a moment. Eventually she spoke up. "You should know, this sort of thing is priceless. For those that need it, no price is too high. It's also secret, and I can't verify your identity. I can't sell it."

Zeus smirked behind the mask. "In this place, there's no such thing as priceless."

This brought a smile to Paio Hong's face. "You sure live up to your name. You speak true – here there's nothing truly beyond the scope of purchase. In fact I'm also here because there's something I wish to discuss with the two of you. If you agree, the decoction is yours as advanced payment."

"Oh?" Poseidon had heard the exchange. "What's so important you're willing to give up the decoction in advance?"

Piao Hong smiled secretively. Her red clothes seemed to wax and wane like a pulse. "A God-Team battle!"

Surprise and suspicion both flickered through the two Monarch's eyes.

"The Four Divine Monarchs have occupied the top of the Altar's rankings for too long. In three years there is sure to have been some changes. We present a challenge against your team." Piao Hong's metallic voice grew sharper.

Zeus' response was tepid. "According to the rules, you must first be in the top ten. Only then can you issue a challenge. Through DreamNet's audits, we have three months to prepare. We'd have to accept, or risk losing our ranking. What are you playing at?"

Piao Hong's aura become appreciably gentler. "Clever. What we want, is simple: Make it public! A spectacle for everyone in the three alliances to come and witness. Let's give them all a show, so they know a true god battle is. Boil the blood of all the young pilots with dreams of being where we are. Stir up the whole universe!" Her voice rose to a moving crescendo, fiery and emotional. Even Zeus and Poseidon were swept up in it.

"Public? This is nonsense right?" Poseidon said. "You have to know all top pilots have their own tricks and secrets. Having a competition like that, open to the public, would reveal all their secrets to everyone. Modern recording equipment can catch every tiny detail. It'd be giving our entire playbook to our enemies, to look over at their convenience. It would be the first public god-team bout in the history of DreamNet, much less open to all three alliances. Fantascia Genetica is important, but compared to what you're asking it's nothing."

"That's just so," Piao Hong replied softly, "and that's why we're discussing. This is not our attempt at pleasing the peanut gallery. It's something… reserved for a rainy day."

"Go on then," Zeus said. "But you should know that only a very good carrot's going to get us to agree to your stick."

"You should know DreamNet's origins, I assume?" Piao Hong suddenly switched topics.

She went on. "DreamNet is the largest multinational cooperation in all of the alliances. An independent platform created by the three great nations. In order to assure it's impartiality, it's central committee broke away from the alliances they came from and became it's own, special unit. It's more advanced than all three alliance armies put together. It's technological support is more powerful than the ten greatest families of the alliances put together."

"And have you heard of the Justice's Proclamation?" She paused to regard them.

Zeus and Poseidon shot a glance at one another.

"Of course," Zeus said. "The Proclamation was aimed at the central committee. They were too powerful, and required restrictions. During it's establishment, the three alliances and the cooperation itself came together for an agreement, creating the Proclamation and it's rules to help determine it's effect on the people. For instance, one rule states that if a virtual personality develops emotions, it must be destroyed. And so on with the rest of the Proclamation, making it fool-proof."

Piao Hong nodded. "I ask you this, because I want to know if you agree. That all of the central committee's proclamations are just and equal, and in the best interest of human development." As she spoke, she lifted a hand. A golden light trickled towards Zeus.

Zeus deftly plucked the golden light from the air. The light itself was no corporeal thing, and as it came in to Zeus' grip a column of golden light shot down upon them from on high. A stately, ear-splitting voice howled at them from all directions.

"I protect the balance of DreamNet." As the words raced around them, it was as though the entirety of Dreamburg trembled. Before Zeus and Poseidon's wide eyes, a majestic figure appeared. They were middle-aged, alive with golden light. A pair of golden eyes looked at them, but it was as though they saw everything, all at once. It was as though they could pierce your very soul.

"A DreamNet Guardian?" Zeus and Poseidon spoke as one.

The trembling earth, the golden light… in an instant it was all gone.

Zeus stared wide-eyes at Piao Hong. "I had no idea you were a Guardian."

The DreamNet Guardians were a special group, who existed specifically to deal with the expansive reality's internal affairs. They existed here only, and from the day they accept the mantle of Guardian, their job is to protect DreamNet – and the myriad people who used it – from threat. Like DreamNet, they were also free from alliance restrictions.

Their identities were a closely guarded secret – no one knew who the guardians truly were. The masked protectors only ever showed up when something serious was happening in the virtual world.

Piao Hong nodded. "Indeed. Though I was born in the Western Alliance, I am now a Guardian of this place. Remember that what I have shared with you now, is an absolute secret. If this is a responsibility you two fail to keep, you will become an enemy to DreamNet, and all the guardians in it.

"Promise!" Zeus and Poseidon spoke with one voice. They knew quite clearly what the Guardians were, what they did. In the whole history of mankind they had averted civil strife at least thrice, and four times warded off catastrophe. They were deserving of everyone's respect.

When Piao Hong spoke again, her voice was low. "Eight months ago, the Northern Alliance had sent out an exploration party. They were mapping a distant galaxy when they got caught in an assault. Only a tenth of the expeditionary force returned. With them, they broke top-secret news; approximately seventy-eight light years from Planet Luo they'd found three new planets. Planets that housed endogenous life. The life forms they found were exceedingly monstrous, and frighteningly strong."

"Stranger than that, though, were the planets. They were fixed in space, stationary. They had no orbit, no trajectory. But what they could do, is affix themselves to other planets… destroying them, and taking their energy. When the Northern party came across them, the planets were in the final stages of plundering a small planet. They watched the planet disintegrate with their own eyes. The aftermath of the planet's death hit them like a supernova."

"Afterwards they came under attack, suffering strange biological attacks. They suffered great losses. Luckily they were scouting ships, fast, otherwise there likely wouldn't have been any survivors."

"When the scouts returned and delivered their report, it was determined the power of one of these planets was equivalent to a space bastion in sheer power – and that is merely a preliminary estimate. Also their combat styles are entirely different from our own. Seventy-eight light years… not such a great distance away. We humans have settled dozens of worlds, rich with energy. Perhaps we'll get lucky, perhaps these alien planets wont choose to come our way. But even if they don't, we must prepare. And what's more…"

1. I'm sorry, but that's one helluva dick move. If that was my buddy I'd punch him in the neck.

2. Ah, see? Hua Li gets it.

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Chapter 118: Consent

Piao Hong stopped here, pausing for just a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was graver still. "According to our own calculations at DreamNet, there is a sixty-four point seven eight percent chance they will come our way. If that ends up being the case… humanity could be at war."

"Judging by their distance it may be years before we face the risk, but we should prepare ahead of time. Because of this, we at DreamNet hope to improve the quality of our civil defense. We'll start with inflaming the passions of the younger generation. What better way to do that, then to stage a god-team match, in full view of the human population. It would be an unprecedented event, one for the ages. The Four Monarchs, top of the lists, would be the main event. It was good you came today – another three days, and I'd have had to approach you through different channels. I hope, in light of these circumstances, you'll consider the future of the human race. I hope you will participate, for everyone's sake."

"Of course the DreamNet corporation will compensate you for this. All you need to do for now, is participate in this competition. In addition to the decoction you requested, you'll also receive one s-ranked power gem each. And, thirty percent of the proceeds from telecasting. This doesn't include advertising or screening costs – a pure thirty percent. With this sort of money, you can make yourselves each a brand new, top-level mecha."

Piao Hong went silent. Zeus and Poseidon stood in quiet contemplation.

Three alien planets… the words weighed heavy on their consciousness. The universe was indeed vast and boundless, and who knew how many intelligent species and habitable planets existed out there? After humanity had begun it's interstellar programs in a serious way, it encountered many habitable worlds and strange species. Some were even threatening, but they were decidedly few.

However never before had they encountered something with the ability to rival their own destructive power. These three planetary bodies somehow had the sheer obliterating force of a space bastion. It was a threat unlike humanity had ever faced. A menace that threatened their very existence.

"We can't shirk our responsibility!" Zeus' head rose as he made his thoughts known.

Poseidon, said nothing.

"I'll relay this information to our other two companions, and give you an answer as soon as possible," Zeus concluded.

"Very well. But please be quick." Piao Hong nodded towards Zeus, and the roiling red aura around her undulated. With nothing more to say, she vanished.

Zeus turned to Poseidon, who in turn looked back at him. They knew what each other thought, and a tacit understanding was reached. A light flashed and they, too, were gone.

Lan Jue and Hua Li pulled themselves from the simulators and faced each other.

"What do you think?" Uncertainty lived in Hua Li's moving eyes.

"There was no doubt that was a Guardian," Lan Jue muttered. "The information should be reliable."

Hua Li's brows wrinkled, adding a dash of melancholy to his handsome features. "Your response was too quick. This whole thing… too sudden. Fine, so what did you want the Fantascia Genetic for anyway?"

"Tang Xiao's own abilities are pretty solid," Lan Jue began. "He's begun to unlock his potential. But Jin Tao's genetic talent is minimal, and without some sort of catalyst I'm afraid he'll never advance past third rank. The only method left to him is man-made."

Hua Li lifted a brow at his friend. "You mean business with these two apprentices of yours, huh?"

A devilish grin spread a across Lan jue's face. "Didja like my joke?"

"%!*$!" Hua Li brazenly displayed his middle finger under Lan Jue's nose, his face dark.

Lan Jue's voice interjected, flippant and disinterested. "Keep it up. I'll take a picture and send it to all your fans in DreamNet. Let them see what their hero is really like."

"A-Jue," Hua Li muttered. "I haven't seen you for a long time. You've become a real pain in the ass!"

"The first time I met Tang Xiao was in DreamNet. That little piece of comedy was something he told me. I only just managed to win that fight. I won through oscillation, and it was then he begged to learn from me, wanted to see me. I beat him viciously to vent my anger."

"A-Jue, I suddenly thought of something…"

"Eh?" Lan Jue looked at Hua Li inquisitively.

The superstar chuckled in supremely sinister fashion. "There are some out there who can't use their disciplines for… various reasons. I, too, seek to let go of a little agitation. What should I do, do you think?"

Lan Jue's self-satisfied grin faltered. "J-Just wait for me to finish talking. We really shouldn't just go around beating people, it isn't good for our abilities. I used lightning to give the kid a little shock, but hadn't expected he'd actually have considerable talent. Natural evolution, even."

"Evolution?" Hua Li suddenly appeared to be paying more attention. "That's certainly rare! So you're saying it's possible for him to develop to ninth rank?"

Lan Jue nodded. "The kid's endurance is almost supernatural. He certainly doesn't look like much, but he's got the heart of a victor. He's also very clever. He definitely knew why I beat him that day, but he was still willing to call me his teacher. In his eyes I saw that familiar look, that pursuit of power. The second time I saw him, when he accepted me as his master, I saw sincerity there, too. I had nothing to do, free time at my disposal. I saw his talent, and decided to teach him. But where he ends up, is up to him."

"As for Jin Tao, he… moved me. That crazy kid. Completely disregards the fact that his genetic talent is practically nonexistent. But his desire, his heart exceeds his abilities two hundred percent. His desires have been pent up for so long, he wants change even more than Tang Xiao. I need to keep an eye on his temperament."

"Are you done?" Hua Li's arms were crossed over his chest. He grinned unsettlingly at Lan Jue.

"Yup. Alright, let's go, I need a drink. What do you feel like?" Lan Jue calmly turned and began to walk away.

"All I want, is to LET OFF SOME STEAM!"

"A-a-Li, don't be like this!"

"I'll beat you till you shit your pants!"

"AAHH….!"

Half an hour later.

"Do you want to tell him, or should I?" Hua Li sat upon the floor of Zeus' Jewelry Shop, sipping on a soda water.

Lan Jue was perched on a chair, tenderly massaging his face. There weren't any marks there, but from his pained expression one can only guess at the inhumane treatment he'd just suffered.

"I will! Imma tell my brother you were beating on me, hmph!" Lan Jue spat the threat.

"Hua Li leveled his eyes at his pouty friend. "Have a little integrity guy. Don't go running to your family like a child."

Lan Jue was indignant. "And beating on the infirm shows integrity? I'm hurt, and here you are taking advantage."

Hua Li fluttered his eyes, those long lashes brushing against one another. Those moving sky-blue eyes, full of mirth, shone at his friend. "Am I not helping you to recover?"

"Can you help with the pain in my heart?!"

This took Poseidon by surprise, and his playful demeanor became quiet. "Go on then," he said. "Call him."

Lan Jue snorted once more for good measure, then tapped a number in to his communicator.

"Hm?" Lan Qing's voice rose from his wrist. "You called?"

Lan Jue revealed what he'd learned moment earlier from the DreamNet Guardian.

Lan Qing was silent, listening intently as Lan Jue related the tale. Eventually he spoke. "I know the Dreamburg guards. If you can be sure of their identity, then what they told you should be the real deal. And, top secret. I'll let the higher-ups know, and see if I can get cleared. As for the contest, I'm in."

"Alright," Lan Jue said.

"How are you feeling?"

"No problems. A-Li's helping me get better. Shouldn't be long before I'm back to normal."

"Good. If there's nothing else, we've got things to do."

"Mn."

Hua Li watched the exchange, silent until Lan Jue dropped the connection. His brows wrinkled slightly. "If I didn't already know you two, I'd never guess you were brothers. Things still no good with him?"

Lan Jue shook his head. "I can't say I don't blame him at all… for him, in his heart, duty will always come before family. But this time, when he came to see me… the hate was gone."

Hua Li sighed. "He actually cares quite a lot for you. After all, you're the only family he has."

"Yeah, well…" Lan Jue waved his hand, as though trying to sweep away the depressing topic.

Hua Li went on. "Rest for a while, then we'll continue with the healing.

"Alright."

ζ

"Granny Bess, I've cleaned your clothes for you. They've been dried, and I put them away in your cabinet. I have to head home, but you look after yourself. Drink some more warm water. 1" Zhou Qianlin rolled down her sleeves, smiling politely at the old woman perched on the side of the bed.

She looked particularly advanced in years, with a head of long snow white hair past her shoulders. Her pink coveralls were matched with a pink scrunchie that tied her hair back. Inside was a pink shirt. Her pants were black.

She was exceptionally skinny, and the outline of her bones were clearly visible. But her two green eyes were clear and bright, without any hint of confusion. She stared quietly out the window, her thoughts a mystery.

"I'll just be heading out now, Granny Bess." Zhou Qianlin pulled over a small blanket, draping it over the elderly woman's knees. She then quietly stood and left.

As the door closed, the elderly woman finally turned to look at where Zhou Qianlin had just stood. She remained quiet, but her clear eyes were alive with emotion. She lifted her right hand, and skinny fingers slowly splayed wide. The nails on each finger glittered like crystal, and from their tips silken threads of red light slithered forth. Gently they gathered together, intertwined, until they constituted a familiar figure; that of Zhou Qianlin, remarkably life-like.

"Go!" the woman commanded. An instant later the glimmering red outline vanished without a trace.

The woman returned her clear eyes to the world outside her window. Suddenly those green eyes became glazed, distant, as though revisiting an old memory.

1. 'Drink warm water' is a Chinese trope and cultural phenomenon where literally every single ailment in history can be fixed with rest and warm water. Cold? Warm water. Hemorrhoids? Warm water. Lupus? AIDS? Cancer? Car wreck? Warm water. Still not better? You obviously need more warm water.

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Chapter 119: Sorry, Richard

The Soul-Caller Gem warmed.

"Come get me at home."

"It's so early. I'm still sleeping."

"A bodyguard must fulfill their duties! Nobles must abide by their promises!"

"A-Jue, what are you doing so early?" Hua Li pulled himself to a sitting position on the couch, watching Lan Jue wash his face with drowsy eyes.

"You don't have class today either. Where are you running off to? You wouldn't need to get up this early to train your disciples either." Hua Li's questions were fussy at the early hour.

Lan Jue's response was muttered, almost to himself. "A bodyguard must fulfill their duties! Ugh, nonsense."

"I despise you," Hua Li sighed dejectedly. He grudgingly pushed himself from the sofa.

Ten minutes later.

The antique bicycle rattled speedily along the road. Hua Li's morose expression stared at the passing ground as he sat behind Lan Jue. "A-Jue I'm starving. It's not good to skip breakfast. Gives you energy for the day."

"Shut up, I'm hungry too. And I'm the one pedaling. Already a crappy day!" Lan Jue glared ruefully as they trundled along.

"So why are we up so early anyway?"

Lan Jue was silent, answering a few moments later in a miserable voice. "I'm telling you, you better not laugh."

"I'd never!" Hua Li's assurances came without hesitation.

"Not long ago a woman came in to my shop…" As they made for Zhou Qianlin's house, Lan Jue recounted the tale of Pearl, stealing the Chief Minister's daughter, and the things that followed.

Hua Li listened aptly to the tale, but upon hearing the tale, he shook almost hard enough to tip the bicycle. His eyes nearly popped from his head.

"Hairy hippos in a jelly tub! You sure you got that right?! How the hell did you mix that up, after being with Hera for so long you'd figure you'd know what she looks like! What kind of moron are you?" Hua Li stayed true to his promise, and didn't laugh. He was mad!

"Hey, whose side are you on, I'm already miserable about this. Shouldn't you be here comforting me? Still just accusations and interrogations? Hera's dead… for three years do you know how I've been able to keep on? Living like a drunk man, like in a dream, or nightmare. Wallowing in regret and loss. She was gone so suddenly, and then to hear just as suddenly that she wasn't dead, do you think I'd be in my right mind? That I could keep a level head? Even you who've known me for so long, after three years you start to forget what one looks like. Zhou Qianlin and Hera are very, very similar. Exactly the same. I was nervous, excited, scared, she'd been drugged. I didn't know at the time, but when I found out it was already too late."

Hua Li was near enough the only person Lan Jue could be this honest and open with. He held nothing back.

"That's all well and good, but that's not what I mean," Hua Li said. "Using this opportunity you find yourself in to have her act as Hera's stand in, is. Sure she looks like her, but is it fair to her, or you, to act this way? To make her fill that whole in your heart?"

Lan Jue's smile was bitter. "If only it were that easy. You must know, in my heart Hera is absolutely irreplaceable. And what happened… was my fault. She wouldn't have…"

"Alright, no use dwelling on it," Hua Li interrupted. "I'm actually curious what this Hera impersonator is actually like. Knowing you I wont be sorry acting as her bodyguard for a while as well."

Lan Jue let out a sigh. "Maybe it really is as you say. Sometimes I do forget she isn't Hera, it's happened more than once. Suddenly it's like she's here by my side again. I know she's just a substitute but, deep in my heart, I long for it to be real – for her to be Hera. But I figured this out quickly. I've been keeping my distance."

"Are you scared you two will develop feelings for one another?"

"Maybe," Lan Jue said. He found himself growing irrationally agitated at the thought.

Hua Li patted his back comfortingly, and said nothing further. In emotional situations like this, trying to persuade the heart otherwise was a pointless endeavor. The only cure was time enough to figure things out in your own head.

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The foot of Tian Mountain

An excessively fancy verti-car was parked at the base of the towering mountain. Richard, clad in a fine white suit, stood not far off. An arrangement of roses were clutched in his hands.

Suddenly, his eyes grew bright, and his left hand left the flowers to check his moist, greased-back hair. He shuffled forward a few steps, and gently called out: "Qianlin."

Zhou Qianlin stopped, her expressionless face turned to Richard. "What are you still doing here? I've already made our situation quite clear. We could never work, nor would your family allow a soiled woman in to their midst."

Richard regarded her in silence, sorrow clear in his eyes. "Qianlin," he finally began, "I have to admit what you said hurt me deeply. When you said what you did, it was like I was drunk. I couldn't think, but the pain… but I slowly sobered up. I thought about you, about the pressure you had to suffer, the wrongs you endured. What happened wasn't your fault. The blame lays entirely with that despicable Zeus. It was he who ruined our union, ruined everything. No, you've done nothing wrong, and in my eyes you're still that perfect, pure Zhou Qianlin. Qianlin, my love, my feelings haven't changed from the first day I met you. My love is just as strong. It doesn't matter what's happened. All of that is in the past. In our future, as a man, I will do whatever is in my power to protect you from whatever comes. No one will ever separate us. If you agree, I will persuade my family to throw you the most incredible wedding the universe has known. I'll bring the whole might of my family to bear, to protect you. You'll never again suffer the slightest harm."

Zhou Qianlin looked in to Richard's eyes, at the sincerity brightly living within them. The rims of her own began to redden.

Suddenly, she almost collapsed as she bent low before him. "Richard, I'm so sorry. I can't bear to see you like this. I made the wrong choice. I should never have accepted your proposal. If I hadn't you'd never have suffered all of this trouble. You're so kind-hearted, suffered so much, all because of me. But I'm so, so sorry Richard. I simply can't accept. I beg you to forget me."

She scrambled to her feet and ran from Richard, down the mountain. The young man stood frozen in surprise. He was at a loss, so much that he was struggling to understand what she'd said.

"Here!" Suddenly a voice arose from behind him.

Richard turned his head in time to spy an antique bicycle squealing as it came to a stop. Two gentlemen dismounted, among them the man who'd suffered the same fate as he at the hands of that awful Professor Tan, 'the Savage Goddess.'

The two moon looked at once another, Lan Jue's eyes falling to the roses clutched in Richard's hands. They then swept to the tearful Zhou Qianlin.

Hua Li looked wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the girl who looked so much like the lost Hera. His large sunglasses slid askew on his straight nose.

She really was a mirror image. It was no wonder A-Jue couldn't distinguish the two at first. She was nothing short of Hera's clone! Unlike Hera, she released no significant waves of energy from a discipline – but otherwise they were alike in every way. Of course, Hera also possessed the ability to hide her powers from view as well. He couldn't fault Lan Jue; were it he who'd seen her first, he'd have mistaken her for Hera as well.

Zhou Qianlin ran directly to Lan Jue, pulling herself on to the back perch of the bicycle. Her voice, thick with sobs, called to him. "Get me out of here."

"Right." Lan Jue nodded, shot a glance at Richard, then began pedaling the bicycle down the mountain.

Richard slowly walked to where Zhou Qianlin had made her escape, in a daze. He stopped just at Hua Li's side.

"So that day, when he said he was there for his cousin… that really was Qianlin he was talking about?"

"Well shit! What am I supposed to do? A-Jue you unabashed sexist!" Hua Li, suddenly aware of his lot, shouted indignantly at the rapidly disappearing figured of Lan Jue and Zhou Qianlin.

"Hey, have you ever been dumped before?" Richard turned his pitiful face towards Hua Li.

Hua Li shoved his sunglasses higher on his nose. "You're alone in that, brother."

Richard responded with a sigh. "I was going to give you a lift, but… well, the miserable only seek the company of the like-minded."

Hua Li's mood instantly changed. "I have been dumped, actually! A-Jue you rat-bastard… Come on brother, let's get out of here." He muttered curses as he made his way towards the verti-car. On the way here he'd spotted no means of public transportation.

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Lan Jue silently pedaled the bicycle, Qianlin bumping along behind. She, too, remained silent. The atmosphere was suffocating. The gentle breeze set her long silken hair to fluttering, brushing against her sad face.

"I'm sorry. I brought all this trouble on you. I swear I'll keep to my word, and be a competent bodyguard." At last, Lan Jue broke the uncomfortable silence.

"Richard is a good man. I shouldn't have hurt him," Zhou Qianlin muttered, her words barely audible.

"It was I who hurt you both."

Zhou Qianlin looked at his back. "You're making up for it. Stick to your promise, and everything will be fine."

"Alright. I'll come get you every day, and bring you to school. While you're studying, I'll be there at the ready." As the words left his mouth, he felt a sense of relaxation flood through him, as though a weight was lifting.

As the words reached Qianlin, even though the two were hardly close, it felt to her as though a gap had widened between them.

They rode in silence for the rest of the trip to the campus. As before, Lan Jue dropped her off at that corner not far from the front gates. Lan Jue watched her go, letting her gain some distance before pushing his bicycle towards the school.

"Lan Jue!" A figure rushed at him from the side, grabbing him by the throat.

"Ach! Hua Li, when did you learn how to magically teleport?!"

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

"Quiet! Teachers are looking, I'll call the teaching affairs office for help! I'll tear off your disguise! Let go, I can't breathe!"

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Chapter 120: Teacher Benefits?

"Hey Professor Lan, did you hear? In two days the school's going to separate us in to units and send us on a trip. It's supposed to be a team-building exercise." Jin Yan spoke excitedly to Lan Jue as he entered and sat at his desk.

"A trip?" In truth the word was rarely directly at Lan Jue, ever since he was small. Every outing he participated in had purpose, not for fun. He looked back at her blankly.

Jin Yan continued enthusiastically. "Yeah! Every year the school will send us out on a field trip. It's different every time, with the cost and how long. This is the first one this year. I heard we'll be leaving Skyfire for it's closest cousin planet, Taihua. It's the holiday paradise for all of the Eastern Alliance! It's supposed to have the most beautiful beaches and lakes. They chose this planet specifically for it's gorgeous scenery. The legislative assembly of the Eastern Alliance set rules to make sure it doesn't get overdeveloped, so that it stays a vacation paradise. There's supposed to be thousands of acres of amazing old-growth forests that are untouched, just chalk-full of beautiful colors and scents and sounds. We electives teachers have relatively fewer classes, so for something as nice as this, it's certainly a first. We can finally go check it out for ourselves."

In the face of Jin Yan's overwhelming excitement, Lan Jue could only smile. Unfortunately, in his condition, it wasn't conducive to his healing to leave.

"Professor Jin, is it possible to skip the trip?"

She blinked, taken aback. "Of course not. It's a benefit given by the school, but team-building is a part of it. Only teachers with prior notice and special circumstances are exempt. What is it, you don't want to go?"

"Oh, no. It's just I'm so busy lately…"

Jin Yan gave him a playful 'hmph'. "Two classes a week and you say you're busy?What's this class on jewelry you're teaching tomorrow anyway? I want to come listen again."

Lan Jue smiled mysteriously. "It's a secret. You'll find out tomorrow."

As ever, the nearby Wang Hongyuan shot a glance at Lan Jue. His mouth turned in a scornful sneer.

Lan Jue excused himself from the office. Once outside he tapped a number in to his communicator.

"Jin Tao, half an hour after lunch. Tell Tang Xao and meet me at our teaching spot."

"Got it, Teach," Jin Tao joyfully responded.

Lan Jue was continuously surprised at this guy. This kid really was insane! The last few times he'd been beaten bloody, and yet he was just as excited as the first time.

Jin Tao certainly was excited, and the reason was simple. He was seeing improvement.

Hua Li had beaten and healed them more times than he could remember that afternoon, so bad he didn't know what was hurt more by the end – his body or his mind. But this morning when he awoke, he clearly felt as though he'd made a good leap forward. Not just his discipline, but his physical strength and reaction time as well. These new aspects of his training had him completely forget the agony he'd lived through.

As usual, Lan Jue's meal was a simple one: rice, and vegetables. It was hard to make the plain plainer. Whenever he was forced to eat things less than his expectations, he always chose the simplest fair. After all, adepts at his level were able to assimilate energy from the world around them to act as nourishment. Eating was just the most primitive and original source of energy intake.

After lunch he took a brief walk around the NEU campus. Everywhere he went he spied students, heading this way and that. He didn't know why, but in this crowded and noisy environment he felt at peace. Comfortable. He found himself growing more and more accustomed to this school as time went on, even came to enjoy it. He almost felt like a teacher, and all was well.

He made his way to the two young gentlemen he called his disciples. Upon finding them, he saw two distinctly different expressions on their faces. Jin Tao was excited, and wasted no time in running forward to greet his teacher. Tang Xiao, on the other hand, was more complicated. There was a thirst for growth in his eyes, but there was also fear.

"So teach, what're we doing today?" Jin Tao dramatically rolled up his sleeves. He looked almost eager to get beat on.

"Let's talk first," Lan Jue said. He patted Jin Tao's shoulder, and they both walked towards Tang Xiao.

The overweight young man felt a trepidation rise up within him. Though he didn't know from whence it came, he knew that this was the proverbial 'calm before the storm.' The Professor had something up his sleeve.

"Talk? Will talking improve my abilities?" Jin Tao spoke almost without thinking.

Lan Jue slapped his young pupil upside the head, frowning. "What are you in a rush for? 'Good tools are essential things' – you need proper preparation before you jump in."

Jin Tao rubbed the back of his head. But instead of chastisement the look in his eyes was strange. This beating, he felt, was deserved.

"Jin Tao, Tang Xiao, I'll ask you one more time. Do you truly, unequivocally desire to study under me? I'll tell you candidly, up till now I haven't really treated you as my disciples. You've only studied with me for a short time, but when we truly get started your methods of cultivation will be ten… a hundred times more difficult, more painful. So much that you'll wish you were dead. I can't guarantee results with this process – in the end, it comes down to your own effort, and tolerance." Lan Jue spoke earnestly, fixing them each in turn with a steady gaze.

"Professor, I am not afraid. Pain means nothing, only strength. I'm ready to do whatever it takes." Jin Tao scrambled to answer, without a hint of hesitation. "Don't think I'm impulsive. I've thought very much about this. My dad told me once…

'In this life you only have a set number of chances. If you grab them when they appear, you'll succeed. If you don't, you'll be doomed to a life of mediocrity.'

I don't want to die as someone ordinary. I want to be strong. I see how the talented look down on me, and I can't help but want to beat them. I hate that look, that says because my Talent isn't as strong as theirs that I'm somehow less. I hate that dismissive scorn."1 Jin Tao's voice was heavy with emotion, full of sincerity.

Lan Jue remained calm in the face of his stirring tirade. "And when you become strong? What then?"

The question took Jin Tao by surprise. He dropped his head and began to think. "When I'm strong…"

Lan Jue didn't wait for an answer, turning his eyes to Tang Xiao. "And you? Do you still agree to be my student?"

"Professor," he blurted, "may I first ask what level your Discipline is?"

"Ninth," he answered simply.

Slap! Tang Xiao's meaty fist slapped against the palm of his other hand. "I'm ready. Dumb-mutt said it, there are only so many opportunities in life. Everything takes work. Teacher, I'm ready to learn under you."

Lan Jue responded with an easy smile. "Then answer the same question. When you're strong, what will you do then?"

Tang Xiao's response came right away. "Join the army! It's been my dream since I was small, to be a soldier. Not to boast about being a protector of our land and people, but because I want to surround myself with the strong and capable. You say strong, but I don't know how strong. Even then it doesn't matter, no matter how strong I am I'll always strive to get better. I don't know if I'll ever surpass you, but there's no better place to get better than the army. My idol has shown me that, the An Lun Supersoldier!"

"A Soldier?" Jin Tao's eyes lit up. "Nice! When I was small my dad always said I'd never have a future. I'll be a soldier too! I also want to protect our people and alliance. I'll go with you when you join. We'll see which one of us takes out more Northerners. Whadda ya think?"

"Heh, you've got it all wrong. You're too impetuous!" Tang Xiao's voice was flat, not menacing or teasing.

Lan jue's smile grew wider. "Not necessarily. Soldiers must be possessed of an indomitable will. For now it looks like the both of you have made improvements, but I warn you – when we begin, if either of you fail to keep up with our training schedule, you're done. If in the future either of you use what I teach you to do evil, to abuse the weak, I will personally destroy whatever power you have."

"Yes, sir!" Both shouted to their teacher in one voice.

"Professor," Jin Tao shouted immediately after, "so what are we going to learn today? As far as I see it, the first time you beat me I saw the biggest improvement, so what do you think? Go for it again?"

"You're circumstances are special," Lan Jue said to the eager young man. "For you, we'll need extreme measures. Because of your weak innate talent, they'll be needed if you ever hope to be strong. These will be difficult, and it means you'll have to suffer far worse than Tang Xiao."

Jin Tao was silent, but eventually spoke up. "So that means that under these extreme measures, I may one day overtake Fatty Tang?"

Lan Jue nodded in affirmation.

Jin Tao shot his rival a cantankerous stare. "Then what are we waiting for? I'm ready any time."

"If you agree," Lan Jue said, "then call your sister here. I'll need to speak with her. This can be dangerous, so she'll need to know. Maybe not life threatening, but it could very quickly all lead to failure…" he stopped there.

Tang Xiao still felt that fear within him as he watched his teacher. His attention shifted between him and his fellow disciple. Jin Tao wasted no time, agreed, and raced off to find his sister.

"Professor." Tang Xiao was clearly perturbed.

Lan Jue didn't answer immediately, instead making his way towards a nearby stone bench and taking a seat. He patted the spot beside him. Tang Xiao answered his teacher's call and settled beside him. His large backside occupied easily half of the entire bench.

"Tang Xiao, your Talent's natural ability to grow is very good. As you've grown older, your discipline has improved along with you. According to my own observations, perhaps becoming this large really has had some sort of effect. Your ability may very well have undergone a natural evolution. That is to say, with the proper stimulation and work, you could very well become a ninth-level Adept."

"Huh?" The previously uneasy Tang Xiao now stared wide-eyed at Lan Jue.

Lan Jue grinned at him. "Didn't expect that, did you."

Tang Xiao could only nod.

"However what I just said is also true. You're already over twenty. If you want to reach your full potential at your age, you're certainly going to undergo some significant hardships. But if you persist, you'll find that it'll all be worth it."

"Teacher," Tang Xiao timidly offered, "will there be any risk to my life?"

1. Woo! That one got me right in the feels.

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Chapter 121: Jin Yan's Trust

Lan Jue chuckled. "So afraid of death! In this aspect, your in much better straits than Jin Tao – thanks to your natural talent. You'll suffer, to be sure, but don't worry. Your path is considerably less dangerous. His Talent is simply too weak to match up to yours, unless we take steps to change that."

Tang Xiao's mouth hung agape. "Professor, surely you aren't saying that with these measures Jin Tao could reach ninth rank?"

Lan Jue fixed his pupil with a stare. "Interesting response."

"Man…" Tang Xiao almost looked dizzy from what he'd learned. "This guy's making out like a bandit. If you had a method to get someone to ninth rank almost anyone would be willing to give it a shot, no matter the dangers. To reach the very pinnacle of human ability! Dumb-Mutt sure as hell is a lucky one."

Lan Jue's response came in quiet, earnest tones. "What I require from you is simple; don't let him surpass you. If you do, it'll prove to me you don't have what it take to be my pupil. Do you understand? Alright, that's all for you today. We'll begin tomorrow, and your training will officially commence. We'll find somewhere else to meet as well, away from the school. This place is no longer suitable."

"Yes, Professor." Tang Xiao rose, letting his respectful answer serve as goodbye.

But as he turned to leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Professor," he began, his voice low, "If one day I'm strong enough, do you think I'll be able to beat that man from yesterday?"

The question took Lan Jue by surprise, but it quickly became a smile. "If one day you're strong enough to do so, you'll have earned my pride and respect."

Tang Xiao's knuckles whitened as he tightened his fist. "It'll happen."

He quickly made his way from the small yard.

"Oi, this fatty. He actually wants to beat on me." An indignant voice arose from nearby.

"What's wrong with having such lofty ambitions? If there does one day come a time when you can't best my pupils, you'll probably have to give up the title of Poseidon." Lan Jue hadn't expected the intrusion, and grinned broadly.

"He's dreaming," Hua Li muttered in agitation. "But it looks like you're really gearing up to train these guys properly!"

Lan Jue nodded. "If what Piao Hong said was true, then we ninth ranked Talents have a responsibility to all of humanity."

"Should we wait here a while before we respond to them?"

Resolution shone in Lan Jue's eyes, and nodded in agreement. "What are personal gains and losses when the fate of our galaxy lies in the balance? Moreover, in the last three years I've done nothing to improve myself. Thor will also need some polishing. When this competition they've concocted is over, I'll really need to make myself stronger. I can't keep losing out to him."

"Good! Then we'll train together. Without you trying to run ahead I wont have the motivation to improve myself." Hua Li stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels, the picture of leisurely cool. Of course, this was somewhat offset by his giant facemask and ridiculous sunglasses.

It was then Jin Tao returned with the clearly confused Jin Yan. Upon seeing that it was indeed Lan Jue upon the bench, she visibly relaxed some.

"Professor Lan," she greeted, smiling.

Lan Jue rose and returned her greeting. "Hello Professor Yan. I apologize for being bold in asking Jin Tao to call you here. It is something important we have to discuss. I felt it only prudent that I consult with you and his family, as close relatives, before any further action was taken."

"Professor Lan, don't frighten me," Jin Yan stated. "What could be so important? Dumb-Mutt! What terrible thing did you do this time?" It appeared Jin Tao pulled her here directly without explanation – probably because he wasn't sure himself of what his teacher was planning. He wouldn't be able to explain it to her clearly even if he knew.

Lan Jue hastily waved his hands. "He didn't do anything wrong. Professor Jin. Take it easy, and listen carefully to what I have to say. I've decided to take Jin Tao on as my personal disciple."

Jin Yan looked at him in surprise, but it quickly changed to joy. "This is excellent news! This kid's always needed a good guide. You probably didn't notice, Professor, but that first time in your class I noticed how engrossed Jin Tao was in your lecture. I knew from that instant you'd be the only one to get through to him. Frankly speaking neither me or my parents have ever really had any success with him, we just hoped he'd grow to be a useful member of society. If you've agreed to teach him then that's amazing."

This time it was Lan Jue who was struck silent. He looked at Jin Tao. 'Dumb-Mutt' resolutely held his gaze.

No wonder he rushed headlong towards any opportunity. Even his family, the people who cared for him, expected nothing to come of his life. As a man, an adult, so much was hidden away, buried within him as a result of his treatment. Behind his flippant nature, there was deep insecurity – and an iron stubbornness.

"I plan to train his Discipline, Professor Jin. But during the training process he's likely to encounter some risks. I cannot guarantee his safety. Of course, I'll do everything in my power to protect him, and reduce the risk of harm. This is why I needed to speak with you. If you all agree to have him study with me, he'll probably have to leave school for a time as we work on his foundation. From there he'll rise quickly. It'll take about three months. We'll say he needs sick leave. This, too, will require you and your family's agreement." Lan Jue spoke clearly and slowly to ensure Jin Yan understood the gravity.

"Sick leave? Three months?" Questions were clearly written on jin Yan's face. After a moment, she resolutely nodded her head. "You're right! Jin Tao absolutely needs work, from the bottom up. You'll need to start from the beginning. Professor Lan, I'm very sorry for all the trouble you're going through to help my brother. This is no problem, I'll have him set for sick leave as soon as possible. If it weren't for our family connections he'd never even have made it in to the school, much less have graduated. Professor, thank you so much."

Jin Yan bowed earnestly before Lan Jue. "I'll take him now." She grabbed Jin Tao and pulled him away without another word. Lan Jue watched them go, flabbergasted.

"She agreed awful quick," Lan Jue muttered to himself.

Hua Li's faint voice intruded on his soliloquy. "Sounds like she chose not to hear about that whole 'dangerous' thing. The kid hasn't taken anything serious in his life, a big disappointment to his family. It's also pretty clear this lady fancies you. Unconditional trust from the onset."

"Stop spreading rumors," Lan Jue hissed.

"Pfft," came Hua Li's dismissive response. "When it comes to reading people, you got nothing on me. And I guess I have to admit, if I weren't here you'd be an attractive option."

Lan Jue twisted to look back. "A-Li, you hide behind my lack of strength, without fear of repercussion for your obstinance."

This caused Hua Li to chuckle. "And when you recovered whadda ya gunna do? Think you can take me on in a fair fight?"

Lan Jue shook his fist in his direction. "When I'm better we'll give it a shot and see. Ah, right, and in two days the school is organizing a teachers trip to Taihua. I don't think I can get out of it. I doubt you, as a late-arriving student, will be able to take leave either."

Hua Li's brows knitted in concern. "You'll leave Skyfire? You sure you can't get out of it?"

"What," Lan Jue said, "You afraid they'll hunt me down or something?"

"Your discipline has only partially recovered," Hua Li said. "If you really do run in to something, you'll be in significant danger."

Lan Jue lifted his left hand, revealing the glowing Thor's Promise. "Don't worry, Thor's with me. His damage isn't so serious any longer. More or less finished with the repairs. And Taihua's close, there's no need for worry. And besides, if he can't handle the fight, what's stopping me from running? The whole thing should only be a couple days. And there's another reason you can't come with me. Tomorrow I plan to give Jin Tao the Fantascia Genetica decoction. You've got to help me keep an eye on him, to make sure nothing happens."

Hua Li lapsed in to quiet thought for a moment. "Fine. I suppose it's unlikely you'll run in to trouble on Taihua. Just be careful. I'll have someone erase any trace of you leaving Skyfire. Go early, come back soon."

Lan Jue nodded. "I know my limits."

"So if you got nothing going in the afternoon, how about we head back? We can get to Dreamburg ahead of schedule, that'd be good."

Suddenly, Zhou Qianlin's figure emerged through his memories. He nodded. "That's fine. Let's head home. If something happens I'll come back."

Hua Li and Lan Jue made their way back to Skyfire Avenue, proceeding immediately to the warehouse and the simulators stored within.

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"Your reply?" Piao Hong was a little surprised to see Zeus standing before her. It had only been a day, and already the Four Divine Monarchs had an answer for her. The prize pool was massive, to be sure, but for any god-team to participate in an open competition before the three alliances – and thus revealing the scope of their abilities – was taboo to say the least.

"We agree, but not for DreamNet, and not for the reward," Zeus replied. "It's because of what you said yesterday. We hope what you said is true… otherwise what will befall the Guardians will be terrible. In addition, as partial payment for our agreement I hope you can assist me with something. It shouldn't be anything DreamNet can't handle."

"Speak." Piao Hong didn't even ask, immediately ready to offer assistance.

Zeus lifted a hand, and a beam of light floated towards Piao Hong. A data-stream. More specifically, a video.

"Help me find the whereabouts of this woman. She deceived me once, and took something she shouldn't have."

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Chapter 122: Lan Jue's Doubt

"Alright. I'll send new as soon as possible. I must confirm once again – you two represent the Monarchs as a whole, and confirm that you agree to participate in the open competition?"

"Yes, we will participate." Zeus and Poseidon each made their affirmations.

"Thank you." Piao Hong, Guardian of DreamNet, a god-ranked pilot herself, actually bowed low to the two Monarchs. "Now that you've agreed, we'll begin advertising. Our plan is already in place. We'll begin by introducing you, and at the same time this competition. It will resound to ever corner of the Three Alliances."

"Good." Now that the two young men had agreed, there was no further room for hesitation.

"The decoction you desire will arrive at your DreamNet delivery location tomorrow morning. You'll find it enclosed within. In thanks for your support of DreamNet, and your defense of humanity, we've sent a second vial as well."

"Excellent." Lan Jue was blunt, but thankful. It was an overly generous gift to give two of them. A single draught of Fantascia Genetica was comparable in value to an s-ranked power gem. Even despite being a product of the relatively rich Western Alliance, only a dozen were made a year. It wasn't something that could be mass produced.

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Dusk was approaching.

Lan Jue was clad in a pure white track suit. He waited at their normal corner, just outside of the NEU with one foot on the pedal of his antique bicycle. Eventually he spied Zhou Qianlin approach in her school uniform. Richard was not in tow. Apparently he'd abandoned his efforts.

Zhou Qianlin arrived and settled on the bike. "Let's go."

"Yup." He waited for her to get settled before pushing off. They glided down the road.

"Zhou Qianlin."

"Hm?" She raised her brows at his back.

"In two days," he began, "the school has organized an outing for the teachers. I'll have to go with them, away from Skyfire for a while. I'll have someone else pick you up in the interim. They'll also be able to protect you. Is that alright? We'll add the time to contract when I return, just keep track of what I owe."

"It's fine." She shook her head. "You go ahead. This is normal circumstance for the university, so I wont add it to your time. And there's no need to find someone else to look after me, I'll just have Tang Mi close by for a few days."

"Oh." Lan Jue didn't press the matter.

The bicycle continued to roll along, casting a long shadow. "Are you headed to the old-people's home today?"

"Yup."

"I'll go with you," he said.

"With me?" She sounded surprised.

He nodded. "It's a good place to clear your head. Doing good deeds isn't solely for the benefit of others, it's good for oneself as well. Seeing that smile from helping people is a reward all it's own."

"Alright." For the first time in what felt like ages, a smile crept upon Zhou Qianlin's pretty face.

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Grace Hospital

"Ey? This guy with Qianlin again. He's a good fella. Hey there son, what's your name?"

"It's nice to meet you miss. My name is Lan Jue."

"Ah, ah… Lan Jue. Nice name."

Their time in the old people's home passed quickly. By the time they'd finished, however, it had already grown dark outside.

"Wait for just a minute. I'm going to go in and check on Granny Bess again for a moment." Zhou Qianlin nodded to Lan Jue, rolling down her sleeves.

"No worries, I'll go with you."

"Alright, but no talking," she replied. "Granny Bess likes things quiet."

"Alright."

The two walked up the stairs side by side. Once they reached the landing, Zhou Qianlin led the way down the hall to the final room. The walkway was already dim.

Lan Jue stuffed his hands in his pockets, the very picture of casual. He walked a few steps behind Qianlin. Long, dark hair. Tall, slender body. She was beautiful, and yet at any moment one could sense the goodness in her. She was indeed a fine young woman. But he'd hurt her, and in that moment guilt flooded through him. Lan Jue quietly reiterated his promise to protect her, no matter what.

Zhou Qianlin walked along the hallway. She heard his steady gait behind her. To her it was like she had a lofty mountain at her back in support. A blanketing sensation of comfort and security surrounded her. In that moment she wouldn't have minded if that hallway went on forever.

But, unfortunately, it did indeed come to an end. Two short, quiet raps on the door elicited a raspy response from within. "Come in."

Zhou Qianlin carefully opened the door, Lan Jue at her heels. The room was a sight darker than the hallway. A closet, a bed, and a desk where all the comforts that could be found within. A single lamp upon the desk was the sole source of light.

An old woman was settled on a stool beside the desk. White hair as pure as snow fell down her back. It looked carefully groomed. In comparison to most of the elderly, who abandon meticulous self-grooming in their golden years, this woman still appeared dedicated to the art. She was thin, and was clad in a deep pink suit of fine material. Her clear eyes stared out of the nearby window, watching nothing, and yet appearing as though they could see all.

She didn't turn to look their way, remaining precisely as she was.

Zhou Qianlin tenderly approached, doing her best to make not a sound. She deftly made her way to the woman's side and took up the empty cup on the desk. She returned to the door and quietly spoke to Lan Jue. "I'm going to head out and get her a glass of hot water. Don't alarm her. I'll be back in a moment. Granny Bess needs to have her clothes replaced every day, and I've already cleaned tomorrow's outfit. Wait here while I go get those as well and put them away."

"Got it," he quietly replied.

Zhou Qianlin left Lan Jue in the dim room. He stood silent, pleasantly awaiting her return and watching the meticulously kept older woman. As he waited he felt something strange. He didn't know why, but he sensed an odd aura around the woman. There weren't any clear pulses of Discipline coming from her, but an almost pervasive sense of 'cleanliness' surrounded her. It was a purity, from the inside out.

From where he stood Lan Jue could only see the woman's side, and her eyes. As he looked at her clear eyes, he once again felt strangely moved. It was a mysterious sensation, one he hadn't felt in a while. The first time he had, it was when he'd first arrived in Skyfire Avenue and came face to face with the Keeper. His aura, though, hadn't been pure. It was… profound. The sense he got from this woman was different, but he knew intrinsically that this woman was different.

Grace Hospital really had such a special woman under their care?

It was just then the woman slowly turned her eyes to Lan Jue 1 He kept the gaze, nodding his greetings.

She said nothing, but her eyes brightened as they met his. She pressed a finger to her lips, imploring silence. Lan Jue understood, and nodded again.

She relaxed, and turned again to stare outside. Her frail figure began to move then, as she lifted her hands. She gently began to stroke her long, white hair.

Zhou Qianlin had wasted no time, and returned quickly with the woman's glass of water and fresh clothes. She placed the folded garments in her closet.

"Granny Bess, your clothes have been cleaned and placed in the closet. Get to bed early, ok? Remember to eat dinner. The others have been telling me you haven't been eating. That's really not good for you. You need your nutrients to keep healthy, yeah? You're already so thin. If you need anything just tell me."

Zhou Qianlin assumed she was lost in memories of bygone days, as she often was. But as she finished, the old woman suddenly turned her face to stare at Lan Jue. Her aquiline nose twitched ever so slightly.

"Bring me a glass of red wine. You smell of burgundy."

Lan Jue was taken aback by the accusation. It'd be days since he'd had any wine. How could this old woman possibly smell the burgundy he'd enjoyed so long ago? Indeed very strange! Burgundy was possibly the most important location for former era wine making, the Romanee-Conti he'd had so long ago at the Wine Master's chief among it's exports.

"Alright." Lan Jue answered easily. He couldn't sense her power, but he was even more convinced now that she was considerably more than she appeared.

After the exchange the two young people left the hospital. It wasn't long before they were once more quietly rolling along the street on Lan Jue's bicycle.

"You can't be bringing Granny Bess any wine, you know. She's an old woman, how can she be drinking alcohol?" Zhou Qianlin spoke to his back from her seat on the bicycle.

Lan Jue shook his head. "No… this Granny Bess is no ordinary woman, I think. You don't feel anything's off about her?"

Zhou Qianlin gave him a strange look. "She likes quiet and cleanliness. She doesn't talk much with the others, but she always takes care of herself. Every time I come she's looking out the window. I don't know what she's thinking about, but I do feel rather peaceful whenever I'm around her. No matter what's troubling me, it's better when I see her. Granny Bess hasn't been at the hospital long, so that's all I know really."

"That's already quite a lot," Lan Jue said. "Whether or not she's your average elderly sort, she doesn't seem to care much for the world around her. I'll bring some wine for her next time. This discipline and fear of disorder of hers, something must really have their hooks in her."

Lan Jue went directly to Zhou Qianlin's home on the mountain and dropped her off. He then proceeded back to the Avenue.

Tomorrow he'd be teaching another course, and in preparation he chose something from his shop as a display. He then retired to his apartments.

After dinner Lan Jue left to his room, and sat cross-legged on the bed. Hua Li sat behind him. The air rippled around the entire room as though they were under water. A pale blue light washed over everything. Everything was saturated with the sense of gentle power. The source of the blue light was Hua Li himself, and as the light issued from him, it soaked Lan Jue through to his bones.

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