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[Young Master Xian]—❈—47:: The Thunder Dragon Goddess
🕑 Added 2025-03-21 15:43:26 +0000 UTCMeng Yi
After her search group had been slaughtered by Old Xian’s corrupted abominations, Meng Yi had been carried to the portal by birds, and it had taken them hours of flying to get there.
Pan Cai ran the distance in mere minutes.
While her movement technique was only a beast rank, the woman’s peasant rank Qi Realm cultivation powered it to heights that left her eating the distance faster than even Xiuying could have when using the Surefooted Steps of the Keen Tiger.
Unlike the Vice Commander’s sage rank technique though, the Dash of The Deer had no space-bending quality to it.
When Xiuying used her technique, reality shifted itself to her benefit in wild, incomprehensible ways, bringing her where she wanted to be in the blink of an eye. For Pan Cai, that effect was absent, likely a limitation due to the technique’s low rank.
Pan Cai’s movement technique simply made her faster, meaning that to get places, she had to physically traverse all of the intervening space, and while the woman’s qi offered some measure of protection from the buffeting winds moving at speeds faster than hail in a hurricane, Meng Yi quickly came to appreciate that a Qi Realm cultivator’s arm is not at all a comfortable means of travel.
A few minutes the journey may have lasted, but by the time the older cultivator deposited them at the manor, in front of the shocked servants, Meng Yi felt like one giant bruise.
Even Xiuying was worse for wear, though Meng Yi suspected that the woman’s prior exhaustion did not help matters.
Despite their pain, both women’s focus shifted to the swirling mass of Wild Qi lighting up the sky many li away.
“Wait,” Xiuying said after a moment, disbelief in her tone. “Did it…”
“It stopped,” Meng Yi said, putting voice to the impossible truth they could both sense. “Qigang stopped it.”
He’d said he would, and Meng Yi hadn’t doubted him. But it was one thing to believe a person when they told you they would do the impossible, and it was another thing entirely to actually see them live up to their words.
“He can’t do that forever though,” Xiuying said. “By his own admission he can’t even do it for long, so we need to start figuring out how to get in touch in with the Suppression Bureau and light a fire in their asses.”
Yes, they did. But the question was how.
Qigang always talked about how resourceful and competent she was, and while it was nice that he thought so, Meng Yi knew she wasn’t. She only appeared that way because he made easy requests of her.
Until today.
That said, as out of her depth as she was, she would be a failure as a manger if she didn’t rise to the occasion.
Especially with her Young Master out there risking the unknown horrors of Wild Qi to protect a place that was more her home than his.
“We need to go into town,” she said. “I need to talk Magistrate Qin’s assistants. They should be able to put us in the right direction.”
“No need,” Pan Cai said, and her qi poured out to surround Meng Yi, Xiuying, and herself, like a dome.
“What are you doing?” Xiuying asked, not quite wary, but certainly curious.
Meng Yi was curios too. What was the woman doing?
Despite having met her twice before, Meng Yi knew next to nothing about Pan Cai besides that she obviously thought little of both her and Qigang as he’d been before the Plum.
Now however, a lot had changed, and Meng Yi wasn’t even sure of that little anymore.
Ignoring Xiuying’s question, Pan Cai holds out her hand, and a noble rank item appeared in the woman’s grasp.
It was a small box of rich, dark wood, barely big enough to fill Pan Cai’s palm.
It had no artificial designs, simply the natural ebbs and swirls that pattern wood, but it was beautiful for it.
Noble rank qi leaked from the box in minuscule amounts, and Meng Yi felt her cultivation thrum with a dangerous thrill as it tasted it.
Pan Cai opened the box.
Noble rank qi exploded from within, pouring out only to slam into the older woman’s qi cocooning them.
Curious, Meng Yi peered into the box from where she stood and found it half-full of a blue powder.
Meng Yi had no clue what it was or did.
Instead of asking however, she stayed quiet and watched.
Pan Cai took a pinch of the powder, and as she lifted it up, she said, almost like an afterthought, “Brace yourselves.” Then she sprinkled the powder into the air.
“Matriarch Xian Qi,” she commanded, and the fine particles of the powder suddenly froze in midair.
A moment passed. Then two. Then ten. But nothing changed, the powder simply hung.
Lightning flashed through the particles suddenly. Once, twice, and then the Thunder Dragon Goddess graced Meng Yi’s insignificant existence with Her presence.
Meng Yi felt her knees slam against the ground.
Her presence was a like a hammer blow to the gut, forcing out every thought, every breath, and keeping her from drawing in new ones.
Every sense was overloaded, every fiber of her being buzzing with the energy of a thousand lightning storms as Her presence surrounded her like a thick, wet blanket. Suffocating, choking.
Her cultivation tried to push back. Tried to expel the other from her being. It was too much. Too potent. Her qi network could not survive this. Then something sparked. Something with a warm glow, and her cultivation lit up with it, and suddenly, Meng Yi stood at the heart of a massive web of silver and gold, threads running off into eternity.
The Thunder Dragon Goddess stilled, then She turned and, for the first time, truly focused Her gaze on Meng Yi.
The weight of it crushed down on her, but Meng Yi felt it roll through her body and into the web she stood on, leaving it thrumming with a deep constant bass.
The Thunder Dragon Goddess came down then, scales of magnificent sapphire with arcs of silver lightning rolling across Her glorious serpentine form.
Slowly She descended, form so huge Meng Yi knew that if She stretched out, Her tail would reach out into infinity, much like Meng Yi’s web.
Down and down the Thunder Dragon Goddess descended, until finally, like a planet hanging over an ant, She halted and floated, body coiled and massive horned head, larger than a thousand mountains, pushed close until Meng Yi could reach out and touch Her nose.
She didn’t. She could barely move.
Two gargantuan eyeballs of gold peered into her, observing depths that the young woman suspected that even she herself may not have had the privilege to see, and Meng Yi swallowed, letting this being so far beyond her there was no comparison to make do as She will.
“You are the mortal peasant Cai spoke of,” the Thunder Dragon Goddess said, voice soft and feminine. Meng Yi’s soul shuddered with its weight.
With as much grace as she could manage in that moment, Meng Yi went down to her knees.
“This one is Meng Yi, Honoured Matriarch,” she said. “I manage the estate of Young Master Qigang.”
The Thunder Dragon Goddess said nothing for a time, simply watching her. Then finally: “This was careless of him. Weaving into you this way. Promising... but reckless.”
Meng Yi stilled, then, after a moment, forced herself to calm.
Several more moments of silence followed, then the Thunder Dragon Goddess said, “I will send Weiju to you. When this is done, you and Qigang will come to me.”
Meng Yi did not know who Weiju was, and the thought of meeting this being, especially after how clearly She’d seen through her, was terrifying in ways she couldn’t articulate, so Meng Yi bowed deeper.
“As you command, Honoured Matriarch.”
Meng Yi felt the attention of the Thunder Dragon Goddess begin to shift from her, and even before she realized she was about to, she said, “Can you help him?”
Attention returned to her, and Meng Yi felt her spine near buckle with its weight and the appreciation of the enormity of what she’d just done.
For a servant of her insignificant level to address one such as this without prompting…
People lose their heads for less.
No matter though, she’d done it. Nothing could take that back now.
Meng Yi remained on her knees, waiting for—and dreading—an answer.
“I am,” the Thunder Dragon Goddess said, and with a speed near instant, Her qi retreated and disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a strange tingle in the air.
Meng Yi gasped with relief, the constant thrumming of her web slowing to a still.
The world began to fade around her, and with a blink she found herself back on the front yard of the manor, Xiuying and Pan Cai watching her.
“Are you okay?” Xiuying asked her, features twisted with worry.
Meng Yi nodded, breathing too heavy to allow speech. She felt like she’d just run up a hill with a village on her back.
“What are the Honoured Matriarch’s directives?” Pan Cai asked, face the stern, unyielding mask Meng Yi was familiar with.
She tried to answer, failed, then swallowed and tried again. “She said she would send someone named Weiju to us.”
“Who’s that?” Xiuying asked.
“The fifth child and fourth daughter of the Honoured Matriarch,” Pan Cai informed.
Oh.
Meng Yi and Xiuying met eyes and shared a thought. That was a very important person to send here.
Pan Cai was one thing, but one of Qigang’s siblings? That was a whole other matter entirely.
“This Weiju, is she with the Suppression Division?” Xiuying asked.
“Not to my knowledge,” Pan Cai said, and both Xiuying and Meng Yi frowned.
“But she can help us get them here quicker, right?” Xiuying asked.
“Perhaps,” Pan Cai said. “I serve the Honoured Matriarch.” Her attention shifted to Meng Yi. “Did you inform the Honoured Matriarch of our urgency?”
Meng Yi blinked. She had in fact not informed her, but she hadn’t needed to. It had been clear that she knew.
She had even made the comment about helping.
Meng Yi opened her mouth to explain this, when she got the strangest feeling of her life.
Something tugged on her soul, and she felt it separate from her body, traverse thousands of li in an instant, and come to a sudden halt before a woman she did not know.
The woman was incredibly beautiful, dressed in finery worth more than Meng Yi had ever owned, and bore an expression that suggested she was currently feeling an immense amount of irritation.
She was a noble rank cultivator at the peak of Qi Realm.
“Who are you and why has my mother instructed me to contact you?” the woman, who Meng Yi didn’t need to be told was Xian Weiju, demanded.
Meng Yi bowed. “This one is Meng Yi, Young Mistress. I manage Young Master Xian Qigang’s estate.”
Xian Weiju’s look of irritation turned into one of surprise and confusion.
“And why, pray tell, are you relevant?” she asked.
“Because there is a growing mass of Wild Qi corrupting the Bloody Fang Mountains, and Young Master Qigang is currently holding it back at risk of his own life. We need the Suppression Division. Now.”
Xian Weiju blinked, then she looked at a man Meng Yi hadn’t even noticed before now.
The man shrugged at her helplessly.
Xian Weiju turned back to Meng Yi. “Where are you?” she asked.
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This chapter was a bitch and a half... ugh.
Pretty much everything in it is either relevant plot-wise or to the mechanics of the universe. Ergo, I was walking on eggshells the whole time I wrote it, for fear of putting in something that would cause a catastrophic plot hole later on. Argh!
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it at least.
Comments
Trevayne
Thinking a little more about the chapter after rereading the story, I think Xian Qi, the Thunder Dragon Goddess, must have been able to observe and assess Xian Qigang's efforts against the Wild Qi eruption. I assume she would not have told her daughter to go and assist if Qigang was about to be overwhelmed. At a guess, part of the reason for directing her daughter to do this was to provide some more witnesses that Qigang seems to have finally straightened out his act.
Zaim İpek
I think this is my favorite story right now. How can I make you write faster?
Zaim İpek
I doubt he wasn't trained. I think they genuinely tried to train him but he was probably too arrogant to pay attention to his instructors and too untalented to understand the little bits to which he did pay attention. Maybe it's the classic reason of he was dropped on his head as a baby. . . several times by a very clumsy caretaker.
MagicWafflez
just so you know, your royalroad prologue says he's 28, so if you intend for his age to be lowered, remember it for your amazon edit~ hm hm~ I kind of want to know the expected milestones for that 1% that qigang failed to meet... is he on track now that he's second rank sprouting at 26? that's 3 higher than he started... does he need to be higher? We know famous general lady hit Qi realm twice by 19, but that's probably hilariously false. I'm a bit confused by her being "peak of qi realm"... in my notes on this series' cultivation system, Qi Realm is the second of 3 Realms: Foundation, Qi, and Divine and each of *those* are further broken into 3 stages with 5 ranks. So far we've only been told about the three Foundation Stages: Ignition, Weaving, and Sprouting... So is she the peak of the last stage of Qi Realm, as in almost divine? or the Peak of the first stage of Qi Realm which has yet to be named in story? or can Ming Yi just not tell her stage/rank? I want to know if Qigang has to get 8 ranks or 18 in 42 years in order to catch up.
Snuckytoes
It seems to me like it’s a symptom of his low talent. Old Qigangwas deemed weak and useless, so he wasn’t trained and was generally just left alone. He then developed a massive inferiority complex and started bullying anyone he deemed “beneath him” to alleviate it. This festered over time until he was completely monstrous.
SquiddlyWinks
I liked it very much. Good work!
George Tasie
Xian Weiju is 68 years old, making her 42 years older than Qigang's 26. Their oldest sibling (no name yet) is over 150, and is already in Domain Realm. Remember, Qigang's mother is over 200 years old, she's been around for a while.
MagicWafflez
hm hm... I wonder about the age difference between qi gang and 5th sister... her being at peak qi gathering and he hasn't even stepped to it. D: what's his cultivation level again? I'm still thinking the only way for qi gang to survive this is to accept his power and achieve congruence. I hope by the end of this encounter he at least melds his soul together without wild qi. edit: qigang is 2nd rank sprouting... still 4 ranks under qi gathering, welp, can't be helped advancement can't be too easy
MagicWafflez
so, I'm wondering if maybe at upper levels, you can personify your cultivation spirit when you use your power... remember when Pan Cai was like a giant snake thing before she turned back? I bet mom can in with full cultivation exposed here to find out what happened.
Zaim İpek
How did the apple fall so far from the tree? Previous Qigang was such a pathetic and worthless piece of crap, that it almost seems impossible. Did his mother leave him to be raised some wild animals? I just don't understand what went wrong. His siblings clearly aren't trash. There must be a story there.
Zaim İpek
This was great! 👍 It gave us a lot of insight into the workings of the world as well as introducing important and interesting new characters.
Pagemaster
One might could call her parenting style draconic! 🥁
Franco R
So mom is a literal Dragon lady here? Wow unexpected
Logan White
TFTC
