Redux A Noble Regressor 20: Mother, Sister and Prenuptials.
In a compound as big as the Yan Hold, it was easy to get lost in it if you weren’t familiar with it. There were arguments to be made about it making it harder for assassins to find their targets, but such benefits, Jun knew, were purely accidental: As...
Redux A Noble Regressor 9: A Vessel Is Most Useful When It's Empty.
All things considered, it really could be worse. The sun had not even begun to rise, though there were bright blues foretelling a bright morning to come in the far-off horizon. Jun wondered when the last time he’d been active and awake this early...
Redux a Noble Regressor 13: Problem Gone?
“Are you alright, Jianjun?” were the first words out of Jun’s mouth the next morning. He slept in his carriage the night before, not even bothering to get fresh air like he had been taking too. Lingyin was a bit miffed that Jun had pulled her out...
Redux A Noble Regressor 11: Spirit Beast
Four of his bodyguards walked with Jun, sweating and sweltering under the honestly mild temperature. But then, they usually rode around in horses, not walk through vegetable and millet fields in the middle of the day. In their full brigandines. ...
Redux A Noble Regressor 10: The problem
“So, Young Master,” Jianjun Ji said as he moved his spear in quite the familiar way, “Is this something you do every day, then?” As had become his norm, Jun was practicing his spear and essentially going through his daily exercises during the...
Redux A Noble Regressor 18: The Royal Road.
This whole thing stretched longer then i intended, but i guess that's just xianxia for you.
Redux A Noble Regressor 16: An Annoyance.
It was finally time to address an old annoyance. Lynguin, Fu and Xia all quickly settled into a quasi-constant stream of arguments and social interactions, mostly initiated by Xia who seemed to grow more interested in Lynguin’s pig form the more...
Redux A Noble Regressor 12: A Lovely Sow.
Martial arts, when you got down to it, were the sort of thing people made to fight other people. The optimizations of movements to cause violence had to inherently make a whole lot of assumptions about what was being fought to matter. It even...
Redux A Noble Regressor 17: Worry.
Noble Lords. Nobility was a tricky thing in a world of medieval Chinese stasis. There has always been families that collected and sent wealth and power down their line through generations. But to actually have a formalized class of them? Not...
Redux A Noble Regressor 15: Cultivating cultivation resources
The fields that Jun’s men and servants had been tilling at his behest weren’t particularly wide plains or even that plain to begin with. Past the barracks of his men, past the stables even, were stretches of land that used to have ample weeds and long...
Redux A Noble Regressor 6: Breathe
Water filled his lungs. Breath had already been spent, leaving only poisonous gas in his veins. He was no fish so his lungs could only attempt to pull the oxygen out of the water, something they weren’t designed for. The iron in his blood could...