Rebirth as a Wind Cultivator

Chapter 40: Potential Clouds

True friendship in cultivation is rare as phoenix feathers. When found, it must be treasured like the most precious spiritual pearl, for in the pursuit of the dao, having someone to share both victories and setbacks with can mean the difference between breakthrough and stagnation.

— Master Song Lin, Scholar of the Jade Path

The morning sun cast long shadows across the city manor’s courtyard as Ren Chun struck a dramatic pose.

"Did you think I’d sit around here and pine away for you to return? No! I have to go on a quest! For justice!" Ren Chun punched the air with enthusiasm.

Xiulan exchanged a bewildered glance with Feng Yu. The cool morning breeze rustled through the courtyard’s cherry blossoms, scattering pink petals around them. "I thought you’d stay around for at least a day or two to help me train."

Ren Chun jabbed a finger toward Xiulan. "Ha! There you go, assuming other people’s time like the world revolves around you! Even if you are a county princess, you should know better now! If you had asked me yesterday, I would have made time, but I’ve had an epiphany and need to go cultivate it!"

Heat crept up Xiulan’s neck. "You’re right. I apologize for assuming."

"I thought you wanted to finish our duel later," Feng Yu said, adjusting her sleeves.

Ren Chun spun toward her, finger tracking the movement. "Ha! You replaced me in a single day. Just because you’re good with a sword and have a pretty face doesn’t mean you deceive me!"

A pink flush spread across Feng Yu’s cheeks as she stared at him in obvious confusion.

Xiulan pulled the earth pill from her sleeve pouch, its polished brown surface gleaming in the morning light. "This is yours regardless, according to our deal."

Ren Chun snatched the pill and thrust it skyward. Sunlight sparkled off its surface as he examined it with wide eyes. "Amazing! So you aren’t a fraud!"

"So about the training—" Xiulan started.

Ren Chun thrust his palm toward her face. "No way! I have my special quest now. I’ll come back and see if you’re around later."

The morning sunlight glinted off the earth pill in his other hand as he bounced on his heels. Xiulan crossed her arms. "The dawn scale mission will take weeks."

"Weeks? A mere breeze of time!" Ren Chun puffed out his chest. "Plus, my quest is pretty big. I’m going to finish my bone reinforcement!"

"I hope you prepared enough painkillers." Feng Yu shifted beside Xiulan.

Ren Chun winced and studied the earth pill. "At least this will help some. But I’m not totally without resources—I’ll manage. Been planning this for a while, just didn’t have enough spirit stones before. Now I do!"

Cherry blossoms drifted around them as Xiulan smiled. "Thank you for helping with the blood lotus. When you’re done, I hope you’ll come back and show off your progress."

"Ha ha. Of course!" Ren Chun spun on his heel and waved without looking back as he strode through the main gate.

Feng Yu turned to Xiulan. "Is he always like that?"

Xiulan watched the gate where Ren Chun had disappeared, considering her words carefully. "Sometimes. Though I suspect he’s not quite as naïve as he wants people to think." She smiled. "But he’s okay."

"Sometimes that might be a defense mechanism." Feng Yu brushed a fallen petal from her sleeve.

Xiulan clasped her hands behind her back and stepped closer to Feng Yu, putting on her most winning smile. "Sooooo... about that training? We can’t leave until the scale collecting tool arrives anyway..." She batted her eyelashes for good measure.

"Haa..." Feng Yu sighed and shook her head, though a slight smile tugged at her lips. "Okay. I suppose we can spar?"

Xiulan nodded eagerly and turned toward the clear area near the residence entrance. The morning sun warmed her face as they walked away from the gate. "I’d love to practice sparring for sure, but I was also hoping you could help me with some qinggong?"

"But surely Master Qingfeng guided you through the fundamentals before your breakthrough?" Feng Yu set her cup down with practiced grace.

"I broke through on my own." Xiulan stared into her tea. "Before that, Qingfeng didn’t teach me anything at all."

The cup in Feng Yu’s hand froze halfway to her lips. Her amber eyes widened as she blinked rapidly. "On... your own?"

Xiulan nodded, her fingers tracing the delicate pattern on her teacup. "I took a golden meridian opening pill."

The quiet rustle of Feng Yu’s robes accompanied her sharp intake of breath as she leaned back. Sunlight caught the amber flecks in her eyes. "How did you find a peerless treasure like that?"

A smile tugged at Xiulan’s lips. "It was a bit of fate."

Feng Yu tilted her head. "Does Ren Chun know?"

"It never really came up?" Xiulan shook her head.

Feng Yu hummed softly, a thoughtful sound that mixed with the gentle chirping of nearby sparrows. "Maybe he thinks you like him then. Maybe he’s courting you for his future wife?"

Tea sprayed across the wooden planks as Xiulan choked mid-sip. "What!"

Feng Yu’s laughter rang across the courtyard like silver bells. "I’m just teasing!" She wiped tears from her eyes.

The mirth faded from her face as quickly as it appeared, replaced by an intense stare that made Xiulan’s skin prickle. "Or am I? Perhaps you’ll need to break his heart in the future."

Heat crept up Xiulan’s neck as she gripped her teacup. "What... what? Why would I need to turn him down?" Not that she was considering accepting any advances, either!

A predatory smile spread across Feng Yu’s face. "Because I’m claiming you first!"

The teacup slipped from Xiulan’s fingers, clattering against the saucer. "Whaaaat?"

"As martial sister, of course!" Feng Yu bounced on her cushion. "I’ll teach you everything about cultivation, and you’ll make all the fire pills I need!"

Xiulan peered over the rim of her hastily recovered teacup. "I’m not your alchemy slave!"

"Of course not!" Feng Yu’s grin widened as cherry blossoms swirled between them on the morning breeze. "You’re my alchemy sister!"

Xiulan traced the rim of her teacup. "Aren’t you being a bit too greedy?"

Feng Yu tilted her head back and drained her tea in a single gulp. The empty cup clattered against the saucer as she set it down with a triumphant grin. "I’m the greediest person in the world! I want so much that my friends can have plenty too."

Feng Yu turned toward the sky. The playful energy drained from her eyes, replaced by a distant longing that made her seem older than her years.

"We’re just small roots climbing up an infinitely tall cliff." Feng Yu’s words carried on the gentle breeze. "We won’t get far alone."

The weight of those words settled in Xiulan’s chest as Feng Yu spun back around. She propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her clasped hands, amber eyes sparkling with renewed mischief. "Maybe I’ll go talk to Master Qingfeng myself after we finish training."

The words sparked fresh anxiety. What did Feng Yu plan to discuss with Qingfeng? The morning sun suddenly felt less warm as unease settled in her stomach.

Something had shifted during their conversation, but Xiulan couldn’t pinpoint exactly when or how.

One moment they’d been equals, and now... now she felt like a stray kitten that had been scooped up by an overly enthusiastic mother cat.