Chapter 38

Chapter 38

There was some actual consideration in Antons mind to leave that night, but he knew if he did Catarina would probably blindly follow him. Perhaps if she didnt find him she would run off to Ofrurg alone. Hed like to think her more rational than that, but having been a human for a full century he could say people werent like that. She wanted to help him, and he wanted her to live and neither of them would be able to convince the other. Anton hated to let time pass now that hed made up his mind, but he knew there was good he could do currently. Jasper did well with Antons cultivation recommendations, and though Flora did somewhat less of the heavy manual labor, she was giving it a try as well. He should at least do his best making sure that those he knew could take better care of themselves before he left and of course there was the problem with leaving Catarina behind. He had to figure that one out still.

On much more mundane problems, Anton found trouble with his writing. It was no trouble at all to write down his observations during cultivation. What was good for the vigorous sort like himself and Timothy werent necessarily right for Catarina, though he did his best to share his experiences. He learned some from her and Timothy in return. Mostly little things, but every experience was important. But that wasnt where he had trouble.

Anton didnt think that any of the methods laid out in the Ninety-Nine Stars were wrong. Just incomplete. Of course, his notes would have holes in experience he couldnt cover as well but if someday someone found his writing and used it as a supplement to bring them another step further in cultivation, that would be good enough. Anton wasnt concerned about it being the most important document ever written. Really, an old man just starting cultivating could only do so much. But there was one thing.

If others were to read it, it should have a name. Antons Journal of Cultivation was bad. It was for others to read to begin with, so was it really a journal? Hed written down a name. Path to Ninety-Nine Stars. It was the sort of thing hed expect to find in the library, but something seemed to be missing. More than just ninety-two of the stars, of course.

Anton stood and stretched. He very much appreciated the fact that his body could do that without yelling at him to stop. It just whimpered a bit. His cultivation was going well. The change in scenery provided benefits that mere density of natural energy couldnt make up for. He wasnt sure if he wanted to spend a full two months away from the sect, but that had never been a hard timeline for the stay regardless. Timothy and Catarina just wanted to show their parents their progress and now their parents were beginning cultivators as well.

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A sword wreathed in copious amounts of energy sliced through the air towards Antons head. The only thing he had to block it was his own arms and of course the cloth armor covering them. It was quite durable, though nothing compared to the partially diamondsilk shirt on his chest.

Antons arms rose up to meet the sword, his energy condensing until it could be seen not just as cultivators envisioned energy but in a way the naked eye would see the yellow shine. Golden, if one were to get fancy with the name. Anton staggered back under the force of Timothys blow, but Timothy himself was staggered as well. Anton couldnt expect a real opponent to just straightforwardly hit his defenses, but he had to test how much they could actually withstand. Anton looked at his forearms, one of which was dripping blood. Slightly less than that, then. Maybe it was the way he angled the energy. Though of course Timothys power wasnt something he could ignore. Muscles trained by chopping down trees with his father worked together with his energy to become powerful attacks, even if he wasnt using an axe.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.

Sorry, Timothy said. You said to go all out.

Im afraid I dont have quite the sort of power required to break through. My arrows dont exactly have a lot of weight. It was why people didnt shoot arrows at walls in a siege. It simply wasnt what they were intended for. Anton didnt see it as a weakness in archery, since an immobile opponent simply defending while you were far away it wasnt hard to just wait until they showed an opening.

Catarina frowned. You cant do it? Thats too bad. I heard you were a good archer.

What, are you trying to ignite my competitive spirit so Ill make a fool of myself? Anton grinned, Because I absolutely will. Finish setting that up. Then everyone back away, because the arrows might deflect a bit.

Flora and Jasper watched from a further distance. Neither she nor Jasper were ready to compete in such a way with the others. They did have some spare time to train cultivation, though, because the others provided so much help with the farm. Catarina even set up some permanent- if weak- formations to keep foxes and the like away from the hens.

Alright, its ready. Im sure you can do it, Catarina said.

Anton took a good look at the barrier mostly to make sure it wasnt any weaker than before. He didnt want pity taken on him. It seemed Catarina knew her grandmas grandpa well enough, because it was possibly even a bit stronger. Not that it mattered, if he couldnt break it regardless. Anton took a few shots, shooting only Spirit Arrows because the energy would only deflect a few meters before he could have it dissipate. A real arrow might be dangerous to onlookers, and honestly just had trade offs in terms of power. Maybe if he had any with special materials it might be different, but he mostly had standard iron heads.

The way the arrows deflected off of the barrier without even making it tremble let Anton confirm his thoughts. He just didnt have the power to match Timothy though did he have to? The young man struck the barrier with great force many times before it shattered. But if he wanted something practical, shattering it wasnt necessary.

Anton relaxed, then reset his stance. He wanted to get the most power possible. He readied his arms, then pulled as he formed a Spirit Arrow, muscles in his back straining more than his arms, though his whole upper body was involved. He wouldnt have the luxury to prepare himself normally, but he could add a bit of extra power. As he did so, he condensed the Spirit Arrow until it was even thinner. Elder Kseniyas arrows were extremely thin as well. They didnt need to chop off an arm. They just needed to pierce.

At that thought, Anton released the arrow. It was a moment of concentration similar to when hed had the contest with Elder Evan, just to borrow the bow he now held. It wasnt a state he could force, and sometimes it just happened. The arrow flew forward, and he felt like he was moving with it. Forward into the barrier. He jerked, and the arrow almost shattered and then it pierced through. It almost felt blasphemous to dissolve the arrow a dozen meters on, but Anton wasnt sure how far it would keep flying if he let it. The hole in the barrier, half the area of a normal arrowhead, closed up almost instantly. However, Anton smiled. That was a result he could absolutely accept. Now if only enemies would stand still and let him take his time shooting them, he would be confident in defeating almost anything or anyone.