Morning came before she knew it, and once again, Ling Qi found herself standing before a great crowd of the Empire’s nobility, the weight of their combined spiritual power leaving the air heavy, even without the pitiless light of the Duchess Cai shining down from the very highest box.

  She stood on the opposite side of the arena from Sun Liling. The red-haired girl was smiling a friendly, easy-going smile that did not reach her eyes. It set Ling Qi on edge immediately. Nonetheless, she offered a proper bow of respect toward her opponent.

  Sun Liling’s smile didn’t fade as she returned a much more perfunctory bow. “I really have to praise you,” she said brightly as she raised her head.

  “You are too kind, Princess Sun,” Ling Qi replied warily, eyeing the dangerous girl across from her. “I can’t imagine what one of your stature would praise one such as me for.”


  “You’re too modest, Ling Qi,” Sun Liling said, her smile growing sharp. “Why, you’re practically a living example of what the sects are supposed to do. Someone as talented as you woulda been wasted as a mortal.”


  Sixiang whispered.

  “Thank you very much for your kind words, Princess,” Ling Qi replied mechanically, not quite able to keep all of the bewilderment out of her voice. “I am more than honored to hear such praise.”


  Something wasn’t right.

  By now, she was sure that the story of the year’s events had spread to everyone watching. Sun Liling so openly praising an enemy who had caused her so much trouble would surely make her look bad. Was she just trying to seem generous and clean up her tarnished reputation? Ling Qi doubted it.

  The other girl nodded amicably, not breaking eye contact. “Right. I just wanted you to be sure.”


  A bad feeling began to stir in Ling Qi’s thoughts. “Sure of what, Princess Sun?”


  “That I would be taking you seriously from the start. I think you’ve earned that,” Sun Liling replied lightly.

  Oh.

  As the formation’s mists rose and solidified, forming a maze of roots beneath her feet and a sweltering sun above her head, shining through the high tropical canopy of a thick jungle landscape so overgrown that a man might hardly be able to pass through between any given pair of tree trunks, Ling Qi could only stare at her grinning opponent.

  Thunder boomed, and time slowed to a crawl.

  Standing atop a tangled root network, she saw Sun Liling’s left hand clench, her sharpened, green painted nails digging into the soft flesh of her palm. Wet gleaming strands of crimson bloomed, stretching out into a spiralling helix, all in the space between eye blinks. Crimson liquid became dark metal and thorny barbs.

  Ling Qi was already moving, the shadow of the canopy deepening and swallowing her up as her fingers and toes trailed off into dark mist, joining with the shadows themselves. Zhengui’s spirit streamed from her dantian, heavy qi solidifying into his sturdy body.

  She was too slow. The spear had already flown from Sun Liling’s hands, a streak of sanguine light screaming through the air toward her chest. As its barbed tip reached to impale her, Ling Qi flickered, her form fading into mist and shadow as she appeared to the right. It wasn’t enough.

  Although she was expecting it, it hurt her eyes as the air itself seemed to scream, warping under the weighty of bloodthirsty qi. The spear tore across her lower ribs, shredding silk and flesh alike, even as she twisted away from its new path and blunted the majority of the tearing barbs with layer upon layer of vital qi.

  It was only a minor wound, Ling Qi thought distantly through the fugue of battle, but it was only the beginning. Zhengui’s weight cracked the roots beneath his feet as he solidified, and an echoing ghostly shriek erupted from her storage ring as her Ossuary Horror burst forth. It was an ugly thing, an eagle-sized construct in the shape of a bird, crackling black energy forming pinions over its skeletal wings.

  Sun Liling merely regarded her with a raised eyebrow from her perch, her spear having returned to her hands and the beginnings of her armor crawling up her arms. Ling Qi’s focus remained on the brief flickering pulse of qi she had felt emerging from the girl as the battle began, slithering down into the roots under their feet to blend with the ambient qi. That must be Dharitri, Sun Liling’s spirit.

  To her right, Zhengui stamped his feet and let out a twin-mouthed cry, unleashing a billowing fountain of ash that washed over the nearby area. To her left, the horror circled upwards, letting out another echoing shriek as the cloak of qi granting it a facsimile of feathers rippled, green and vital qi sinking into all three of them, strengthening bones and flesh with dense wood qi. Around Ling Qi, ten rings of defense rippled and joined one hundred rings of armament, hiding Ling QI’s slender figure from sight beneath a coruscating armor of qi.

  Ling Qi met Sun Liling’s green eyes and saw curiosity and excitement, tempered by anger and wariness. Then, as the bloody armor crept up over her shoulders and began to spread across her chest, the Sun Princess exploded into motion, wood shattering beneath her feet as she rocketed toward Ling Qi, barbed spear outstretched.

  Ling Qi ghosted backward into Zhengui’s ash, light-footed even under armor that would make a grown man stagger if it were solid and real, but the princess was too fast to be avoided so easily. The girl was suddenly on top of her, barbed spear blurring and spinning through the air in a complex dance that bit and jabbed again and again, its haft flexing to slip past her defenses and growing rigid when the butt slammed home in brutal, bludgeoning blows.

  Their battle, Ling Qi thought, desperately pushing her reflexes to their limit, sounded like a thousand axes being taken to an old oak at high speed. Yet under the storm of blows, her armor held. It cracked, energy wavering as entire chunks shattered, and she was faintly aware that a ragged stretch of cloth from her gown floated away on the wind of their movements, exposing part of her legs. But she did not bleed.

  Her Ossuary Horror was not so lucky. She became aware of its plight when the sound of shattering bone reached her ears. It had done its job, allowing her to fully armor herself and repel Sun Liling’s first strike, but Ling Qi had hoped it would last longer as her ‘surprise’ for this round. She spared a half second glance at it, the sight causing her eyes to widen. Through the falling ruin of bones and qi, a gleaming emerald disc flew, spinning through the air on a returning arc that would carry it to her.

  The wailing song of her own domain weapon joined the din only a moment later, its song sending the jade chakram off its course by a few crucial centimeters. She could feel the disc’s acidic, hungry qi from here though, eager to dissolve and break armor and defense. She grimaced as Sun Liling’s darting spear carved a furrow through the regenerating armor on her forearm, coming a hair’s breadth from piercing flesh. She had to hope that her own domain weapon could last at least a handful of passes with Sun Liling’s. At least her friend would know what sort of domain weapon the Princess was using.

  Ling Qi took some satisfaction in the tiny signs of frustration in her opponent’s expression as the spread of Sun Liling’s blood armor slowed to a crawl. The ornate breastplate was fully formed and her arms armored, but the tassets and leg guards were only half-formed and her helm incomplete. The girl’s eyes narrowed as they met hers, and Ling Qi’s stomach dropped as she felt a flare of dark, sickly bloodlust. The only visual sign of change was a blood vessel bursting in the girl’s right eye and the grimace that hardened her expression. Sun Liling’s crimson armor exploded forward in growth, completing itself as skeletal limbs began to sprout from her shoulder blades.

  Ling Qi fell back before the storm of blows that followed, reforming her armor, dissolving into shadow, and using every other trick she could think of as Zhengui diligently spread his ash far and wide, just like she had instructed. All the while, she did her best to keep track of that slithering trail of qi, sneaking beneath the earth.

  In the instant that she felt that presence spike, she screamed a silent warning to Zhengui through their connection and leaped backward with all of her might, rocketing away from Sun Liling. A thousand reveling phantoms burst from every shadow and surface, filling the jungle floor with a riot of psychedelic light. The moment her feet came in contact with one of the pillar-like trunks of the jungle trees, she pushed off again, rocketing away the growing revel just ahead of the trunk cratering beneath the force of Sun Liling’s barbed spear.

  Below her, Zhengui was retreating from his position, his shell aglow with heat and qi within his ash. The ground beneath his feet roiled, stabbing rootlets scrabbling at his feet and grasping hungrily at his shell. As Ling Qi closed the distance with him, Zhengui let out a cry of pain as wooden claws dug into his stony underbelly and shoved him up and back. Zhengui landed with a crash, legs kicking in the air as the roots and underbrush withered and burned under the heat of his shell.

  Dharitri rose from where he had been, elegant and graceful as ever, save for the oversized, jagged wooden talons which replaced her hands. The spirit looked up and met Ling Qi’s determined gaze with a beatific smile as hungry roots rose to dig into her little brother.

  That expression didn’t change as the temperature plummeted and plants died, withering under the unrelenting cold of deepest winter, but the spirit did dance back out of range, smoothly falling back with nothing more than a bit of glistening moisture on her ochre flesh to show for the assault.

  It gave time for Zhengui to recover though, Zhen’s muscular coils flexing and rocking the stranded tortoise back into a mobile position, even as the young serpent grumbled complaints about Gui’s weight through their connection. Ling Qi could not afford to give him any further attention as she spun to face the crimson warrior once again bearing down on her. The image of a thousand petaled lotus blazed like a banner behind Sun Liling, and a light like a star blazed from the brows of the three demonic faces of her helm, parting the revel around her like a fading morning mist.

  Once again, Ling Qi retreated under a rain of blows, grimacing as she felt her layered armor shuddering under the vicious blows. Gashes opened in her gown, baring flesh, and she could feel the protective enhancements of her gown fraying and thinning, even as she felt a throb of pain from her connection to her domain weapon as green jade clashed with black metal and metal gave way, creaking under the strain.

  She needed to hurry.

  A silent command sent to Zhengui caused one of the ashfields to flare and scatter in a phantom wind, and the minor wounds Ling Qi had suffered so far faded, blood fading into shadowy dust and flesh knitting back together. In that moment, she once again locked gazes with Sun Liling, whose eyes gazed at her from the back of a demonic maw.

  She wasn’t done. Ling Qi had mastered the Thousand Ring Defense art, and now, she had reason to use it’s ultimate technique.

  Emerald light blazed around both her and Zhengui, and the Thousand Rings Unbreaking technique coursed through her channels. Vitality flooded her limbs, and even as she fell back before the girl’s next attack, she found herself less easily pushed onto the back foot of their exchange.

  But she couldn’t forget about the other enemy here as well. A wave of shimmering multi-hued dust washed over her and Zhengui both, mingling with the ash floating in the air and the light of the fading revel to create patterns of dazzling light. The instant that her thoughts began to grow fuzzy though, wild, Sixiang flooded moon-scented qi through her meridians, cleansing the clinging pollen.

  Zhengui was not so lucky. Ling Qi felt his thoughts going sluggish and confused, and she saw both of his gazes fall upon the smiling Dharitri and light up with childish delight and adoration. Scowling, she activated her Deepwood Vitality technique, replacing broken armor and cleansing the effect from Zhengui with a pulse of wood qi. Zhen’s eyes narrowed, and Dharitri spun to the side to avoid the sizzling glob of white hot venom that shot through the space where her face had just been.

  Once again, Ling Qi disengaged from Sun Liling. This time, she faded into a shadowy wraith, shooting into the shadow of a great tree that had fallen over Dharitri. The card Cai Renxiang had gifted her flashed into existence in her hand and flared white as she brought it to activation. A blazing radiance washed over the smiling spirit, and the air around her burned, something filmy and immaterial that Ling Qi had not even noticed before wavered and faded. Dharitri’s form wavered, reappearing half a meter to the left of where she had seemed to have been before.

  In that moment though, Ling Qi was too slow to dodge the howling spear that slammed into her shoulder, its passage sending the hair of the spirit she had just attacked fluttering. Spinning barbs ripped into her layers of defense, tearing through one after another, shredding qi and silk alike, and though they slowed and deflected its path, Ling Qi cried out as a line of heat and pain was drawn across her upper arm from the deflected spear.

  Ling Qi grit her teeth even as a second throb of pain hit her from the spinning, wailing weapons darting about overhead. She was almost out of time, and her qi was growing depleted, drained from keeping so many blows away from flesh. But she had her best opening. Even if Sun Liling’s damned spirit was still smiling at her, its defenses were stripped.

  Ling Qi raised her flute, and before the card she had dropped even touched the now frozen ground, she played the notes of the Frozen Soul Serenade. Bark shattered, plants withered, and the wind howled at the sudden onset of cold, and Dharitri staggered back, raising her talons as if to ward off the song even as lovely skin blackened and wrinkled. The staggering spirit let out an inhuman howl of pain as its body jerked from a second assault, Zhen’s fangs digging into her thigh and filling her veins with molten venom.

  Ling Qi had only a moment to feel elation before the haft of a spear slammed into her gut and nearly folded her in half. Only the power of the Thousand Rings Unbreaking prevented the monstrous blow from smashing her bodily through the towering tree behind her, and it allowed Ling Qi the luxury of scrambling back, desperately parrying the biting edges of the twin curved blades now seeking her blood.

  Even as she sought an opening to escape, Ling Qi felt the formations woven throughout her gown flare and sputter as a jagged blade laid her stomach bare, a flap of silk waving uselessly in the whirlwind generated by her enemy’s attacks. They faded and went dormant a moment later, and overhead, Ling Qi heard the shrieking sound of metal being rent asunder and saw the remains of her domain weapon raining down onto the jungle floor.

  Behind the relentless Sun Liling, she glimpsed Zhengui struggling as Dharitri retaliated. The spirit’s beautiful face had warped, cheeks splitting open all the way to its ears to reveal a maw full of jagged fangs, and frostbitten flesh was flaking away to reveal the barbed skeleton beneath as she fell upon Zhengui in a rain of frenzied blows. But the protection of Thousand Rings Unbreaking persisted, giving Zhengui a chance at fighting back as rootlets and grasping talons alike failed to find purchase on his shell.

  Damn it all. She had known coming in that she couldn’t win, but she had hoped to at least defeat Sun Liling’s spirit. She had wanted just for a moment to make the other girl

  in some small way.

  Ling Qi felt a pulse through her bond with Zhengui, and her eyes met his. She felt understanding and determination. Gui’s jaws bit down on a wooden claw with an ugly crunch, even as Dharitri’s roots dug into his flesh. Zhengui’s shell burned, a flaring, magmatic light that withered plants for a dozen meters around with its heat. Ling Qi remembered the lesson Gu Tai’s spirit had given her little brother on channeling his flames as the phoenixes once had.

  The blast threw her off of her feet from the pressure wave. Massive trunks snapped like matchsticks, and jungle plants carbonized under the heat.

  Ling Qi landed feet first against a massive root and righted herself an instant later. In the clearing smoke, she saw Dharitri’s twisted, wooden skeleton lying on the ground, blackened and burned with only feeble rays of red light shining from empty eye sockets. Zhengui’s shell lay on the ground, terribly still, his limbs withdrawn, his shell polished and black like obsidian.

  Then a missile struck Ling Qi back with the force of a giant’s fist, and Thousand Rings Unbreaking shattered like glass, sending her sprawling forward at the sudden lack of support. She had but a moment to see the emerald disc spinning away as she scrambled back to her feet before a black axe blade slammed into her chest, making her ribs creak as the majority of the blow was absorbed by her flagging qi. The darting twin blades came next, slashing across her throat in a shower of green sparks and leaving behind thin lines of blood.

  The spear came last, shattering the last of her qi defenses to punch into her recently healed abdomen and out of her back in a spray of blood.

  As her vision faded, Ling Qi took satisfaction in the fact that Sun Liling’s expression was not happy at all.

  Threads 205-Opening Day 3

  Ling Qi listened as Cai Renxiang and the ambassador continued to trade pleasantries and small talk with Xia Lushen and Meizhen sometimes cutting in. She did wish she could just chat with her friend, but that would come later when they weren’t in such a formal situation.

  She watched the servers set out the refreshments. They did smell good. Ling Qi only recognized a few of the dishes. Fish had never been common in Tonghou, but now, she saw more types than she could name in as many different styles, steamed, roasted, fried, even raw. She eyed a platter stacked high with some kind of orange shelled bug things that were still twitching. There were a few non-fish dishes as well. She recognized cuts of venison and pork arranged artfully and drizzled with some kind of rich red sauce.

  There were, she noticed, no vegetable dishes. Spices, sauces, and garnishes were the only non-meats on the table. The Bai were, after all, half-serpent and predators by nature.

  “The Bai are generous,” Ling Qi said, turning her eyes back to the two young men. She pitched her voice low to avoid interrupting the conversation of her superiors. “I admit I am a little spoiled for choice. Do you have any recommendations?”


  “The dishes served on the black plates are suitable only for Bai stomachs,” Xia Anxi answered lightly. “While the toxins add a kick I enjoy, you would not, I think.”


  Ling Qi eyed the plate in front of him on which sat cubes of fish skewered on what looked awfully like organic spines. She was not inclined to make a fool of herself trying something that would hurt her.

  “The abalone,” Lao Keung said shortly, gesturing to a series of small shallow bowls on a nearby platter. Each one was filled with a dark brown sauce in which she saw a type of meat she didn’t recognize.

  “Ah, as a Coral, I cannot object to recommending our shellfish. It’s a bit simple though.” Xia Anxi bit through the skewering spine on one of his chosen meals with a snap. Something black and sizzling dripped onto his plate, and Ling Qi was quite certain she saw it etching the porcelain. “I might suggest the prawn.”


  “Simple is good at times. But the prawn is good too. I suggest the cooked platter,” Lao Keung said. There was a faint crunch as he twisted the head from one of the orange bug things, which she supposed was a prawn. She watched him pop the still twitching body into his mouth.

  “Thank you for your advice,” Ling Qi said. She took one of the little bowls and took a moment to try a piece of the meat. It had a strange texture unlike anything she’d had before, but it was very tender. She eyed the other platter indicated, stacked with what she now supposed were more “prawn” already stripped of their heads and shells and battered. She tentatively took two of those as well.

  “So, if I may ask, what do you already know of the enemies here?” Ling Qi ventured politely.

  “The nomads have begun coalitioning again. A concern, certainly,” Xia Anxi said. “The Bai do have some minor dealings with such barbarians, but that is more my companion’s field.”


  “I do not have experience in the south, nor did my father or mother,” Lao Keung said shortly. “The Asp’s rangers deal with such strays.”


  Asps… Those were the green, Ling Qi recalled. A memory surfaced of horrified golden eyes freezing over.

  “Ah, yes, I suppose it would be. Forgive my ignorance,” Xia Anxi said. “I have studied what texts we have on the nomads. I am certain our hosts will provide us with more.”


  Lao Keung grunted an agreement, twisting the head from another prawn with the faintest crunch. “But there is a more dangerous foe, isn’t there?”


  “More dangerous in that our knowledge of them is lacking,” Ling Qi corrected. “It is best not to underestimate the nomads in the center of their power.”


  “It is true that a cornered rat fights the most fiercely,” Xia Anxi said. “I imagine the fact that they are so hard to corner must make them that much more vicious when you do.”


  “Just so,” Ling Qi said. “But as you’ve said, there are many sources for knowledge on the nomads. Experience with these newer enemies is harder to find.”


  “Ah, but it is known that you are among those with such knowledge, is it not, Baroness?” Xia Anxi riposted with a smile, resting his hands on his chin.

  Lao Keung merely watched her silently.

  “It is true,” Ling Qi said, not humbly but with firm confidence. “I discovered and helped eliminate one of their assassins the day that Elder Zhou passed, and I was among the party which scouted their home ground.”


  “Significant accomplishments from what I have heard. How do they fight?” Lao Keung asked.

  Ling Qi bought herself a moment by sampling another piece of the abalone. How should she go about describing it?

  Sixiang murmured.

  “Flexibly,” Ling Qi said slowly, allowing Sixiang to help her guide her words and expressions. “They fight flexibly. The assassin I faced first was my equal or better in the arts of stealth. It was only through certain brash action that I was able to leave them open to my fellow disciple’s crippling blow. Some might have called it reckless even, but against such tactical superiority…”


  “Victory often comes to the brash,’ Lao Keung agreed.

  “Only with much waste,” Xia Anxi noted idly.

  “A good general must spend her resources like tokens of rare jade, but spend them, she must,” Lao Keung replied back with a coolness in his expression.

  “That explains the budgets of Zhenjian, I suppose,” Xia Anxi jabbed back. “But Baroness, continue. Why then do you describe them as flexible? it sounds as if the foe you faced was anything but, outside of the physical sense.”


  “Because such assassins are only one tool in their arsenal,” Ling Qi explained. “From speaking to others who fought and my own experiences under the earth, they are a very adjustable foe. Sometimes, they come with great hordes of beasts guided by a few masters who grow powerful from the deaths around them. At other times, they form disciplined ranks and make use of assassins or powerful cultivators of spiritual pain. I have seen them raise a legion of flying mounts, and I have seen one of their officers track us even in the realm of dream.”


  “You make them sound like imperial armies,” Xia Anxi said mildly.

  “That isn’t a bad comparison,” Ling Qi agreed. “In kind, if not in quality. That is my point. They are a foe with well varied tactics and tricks, unlike many barbarians.”


  “Interesting,” Lao Keung said, looking at her now. “What would you say is their greatest disadvantage then?”


  Ling Qi pondered that for a moment. “I would say their inability to operate freely on the surface, but we have that disadvantage as well in their home ground.”


  “Yes, rather a wash, isn’t it?” Xia Anxi hummed, drinking from a cup of some kind of clear wine. “I imagine that is why your Duchess chose subjugation. It really wouldn’t be worth the trouble to go further, would it?”


  Ling Qi nodded absently. “It’s their organization, I think. I wasn’t able to discern a central leader. I suspect they might not even have one. That will weaken and slow their responses. More than that though, it’s their lack of unity.”


  “You did not make that sound like a problem when describing their military,” Lao Keung said curiously.

  “I don’t refer to that level. They are, according to Her Grace, a collection of city states. Can a city, or even a few cities, really stand against a province in the long term?” Ling Qi asked rhetorically. “Strength and bravery are important, but I have learned how important resources are.

  It was the weight of resources that allowed her to keep up her own cultivation. It was access to endless libraries and resources which put those like Meizhen permanently ahead of her, although such things could only supplement talent.

  But if her liege or Meizhen or even Sun Liling had dealt with her situation, would they truly be so far ahead?

  “If that is the position of the Cai, I understand why Lady Suzhen chose to ally with your Duchess,” Xia Anxi said.

  Lao Keung looked disgruntled for a moment, but it passed as swiftly as an eyeblink. “It is not a bad base on which to build your thinking. Don’t underestimate a foe just because their resources are poor.”


  “That was not my intent. These barbarians are still quite dangerous,” Ling Qi replied.

  Her chosen main course was gone, and so she was left with these prawn. It seemed weird to her to eat with her hands at a formal dinner, but glances around the table had shown her this seemed appropriate for a few of the dishes. Hiding her disquiet, Ling Qi bit into one and blinked at the savory taste of the meat under the spiced batter.

  “You think that they will threaten the diplomatic forces directly?” Lao Keung asked.

  Ling Qi took a moment to finish chewing and took a small drink from the cup a servant had poured for her, chilling the watered wine as she took a hold of it. “I think that even a barbarian would understand the threat of an enemy gaining more allies.”


  “True,” Lao Keung said, a smile briefly tugging at his lips. “Too often, we forget that our enemies do not want to die.”


  “If you are acting properly, their opinion on the matter should be moot, no?” Xia Anxi drawled, but she could tell his attention was wandering back toward the ambassador and her liege.

  “As if reality is ever so easy,” Lao Keung scoffed.

  “I generally agree,” Ling Qi said carefully. “As one of my elders has said, the world is not a go board. There are no players. Every piece moves itself.”


  Xia Anxi nodded noncommittally.

  Loa Keung gave an approving grunt. “I would like to hear a bit more, Baroness. Would you give some details of your journey under the earth?”


  She did so, not embellishing the tale by too much. She did leave out her observations of the shishigui’s river settlement though. She still wasn’t certain of how she felt about that.

  The brief meal was soon winding down. Servants took away the food that remained, and there was quite a lot of it. That bothered her just a little in the corner of her mind. The girl who had lived on scraps and leavings abhorred such waste.

  Sixiang analyzed.

  Ling Qi hadn’t thought of that, but it made sense. The Bai were not kind by any measure, but deliberate wastefulness was not one of their vices. She let that idle thought drift away as she turned back to her liege and the Bai ambassador. They would be accompanying them to their box to view the preliminaries.