Book 5: Chapter 28: Inequity

Book 5: Chapter 28: Inequity

As her feet carried her away from the stone house that Lu Sen had summoned from the earth with such casual disregard that shed wanted to slap him for it, Fu Ruolan didnt see anything around her. Even in a world where the heavens intervened directly, if only occasionally, it was rare to witness anything that one might call truly miraculous. But that was what she had just seen. For perhaps the third time in her very, very long life, Fu Ruolan had witnessed a miracle. That it was a miracle made up entirely of subtlety took nothing away from it. That the person performing it had the same casual disregard for it that he had for the feat of earth qi manipulation that raised his home took nothing away from it. If anything, those factors had enhanced the miracle.

She hefted the vial in her hand. The elixir itself wasnt some heavens-defying product. Oh, it was a top-shelf healing elixir that would command a fine price if the boy could be bothered to make enough of them to sell. Nobles and royal houses would snatch them up. However, Fu Ruolan had the distinct sense that Sen probably handed them out to anyone who crossed his path with some minor malady. Shed heard vague stories about the impossible acts of healing hed done after the scuffle between those fire cultivators and a water sect. There had been some rumors about how hed single-handedly swept away all sickness and infirmity in some village out to the east somewhere. Shed been skeptical about those claims.

Granted, he was a student of Ma Caihong and a year or two of her direct instruction was worth about thirty years of direct experience. Experience didnt make an alchemist into a healer of legend, though. It made someone competent. In rare cases where talent and practice were joined, it made people brilliant. Ma Caihong was an example of that. It had been a burr in Fu Ruolans side for longer than she cared to think about that she would only ever be a competent alchemist. She understood the processes. She possessed vast knowledge about the various plants and reagents alchemists used to create their pills and elixirs. She had devoted countless hours to honing her capacities. In the end, though, she would only ever be competent.

She lacked that spark of insight, that touch of genius, that let Ma Caihong elevate her craft into something more than mere alchemy. That extra sliver of discernment was what made Ma Caihong Alchemys Handmaiden. Fu Ruolan had always assumed the woman was simply a once-in-a-cultivators lifetime genius, her like never to be seen again. Shed thought that right up until shed seen that boy craft the elixir in her hands in a battered, unremarkable pot that might be found in any farm kitchen. Shed genuinely thought hed been boasting or downplaying what hed learned from Ma Caihong. Alchemys Handmaiden would never send a student out in the world making absurd claims and wholly unfamiliar with the process of pill refining. Unless, of course, the boy didnt need to make pills and could back up those absurd claims. Fu Ruolan imagined the other woman laughing until she cried as those mad, unbelievable stories spread about her student. After all, she would have known they were true.

She let her mind drift back to what she had witnessed. Hed started the process out innocently enough by bringing some water up to temperature. Hed moved on to throwing ingredients into the pot. Shed been a little appalled at how little he prepared them. Most ingredients needed to be processed to some degree. Some things were chopped, some were crushed, and others ground, but it was rare that you just tossed a whole ingredient into the cauldronor pot, apparently. That was usually reserved for the rarest ingredients where the fundamental benefits were carried throughout the entire plant, not just in the stalks, roots, or leaves. Just as importantly, it ought to reduce the quality of the end product. Still, shed kept her mouth shut. He could fail on his own terms. Everyone had that right, as far as she was concerned. That was when things started to get strange.

One of the reasons why every alchemist used a cauldron was because temperature control was so critical. A true alchemist cauldron was made by master smiths in sects to ensure the metal maintained uniform thickness throughout the base of the cauldron and the sides, which typically thinned out a little near the top. Sens ridiculous cookpot was not uniform anywhere. So, by all logic, it should have been heating everything unevenly. The second he started throwing things into the pot, though, hed started doing something to even out the heat. She assumed it was fire qi, although her own lack of affinity there made it hard to judge. More to the point, he hadnt seemed to be doing it actively. It was like a reflex. What she could observe was what was happening inside the pot. Shed been keeping a close eye on the reactions.

She had always believed that those reactions were governed by immutable laws. Add certain ingredients, apply the right amount of heat, and you could replicate the same reactions over and over again. It was the very heart of alchemy. What Sen did bore only the faintest resemblance to those familiar processes. She watched as reactions that should have failed were cajoled by Sen, infused with qi at precisely the right moment in precisely the right amounts. She watched as overheated or underheated reactions suddenly found the right temperature. She had heard other alchemists theorize that such things could be done, but everyone had given it up as a lost cause. The sheer number of adjustments that youd have to make would overwhelm anyone because youd need to calculate the temperatures, the amount of qi, everything, on the fly. The math alone would stun the minds of even nascent soul cultivators. Unless, it seemed, you just didnt bother with the math.

She watched as he made those adjustments on instinct, often doing dozens of them simultaneously without so much as breaking a sweat. If anything, hed looked like he was in a state of peaceful meditation. To make matters worse, she could tell hed been doing other things, things she couldnt clearly perceive, things at some substructural level of the ingredients or the elixir. While she didnt know what hed been doing, it had helped turn a bunch of ill-prepared ingredients that had been dumped into a cheap damn pot into a superior-grade healing elixir. She resisted the urge to hurl the elixir at the wall. Its not fair, she thought as frustration seethed inside of her. Shed been chasing the mysteries of alchemy for a thousand years, devoting her time, energy, and kingdoms worth of resources to it. Even if shed never be its true master, she had hoped to one day find a worthy student. Shed prayed to find someone she could push to greater heights than her own, and it was Ma Caihong who got this prodigy dropped in her lap to shape and mold as she saw fit. To add insult to injury, the woman hadnt even trained him to use a cauldron! It was the most basic piece of equipment in the alchemists trade.

Its not fair, she said, elixir still clutched in her hand.