In his bloody mansion, Hang Fen was contemplating his plans "I should start to actually cultivate, I wanted to do something big before starting, and getting a dao seed early is good enough for me."
Dao seeds are usually gained at the cultivation realm of golden core, usually doesn't mean often, and it only let's them get to nascent soul most of the time. Since the conditions to get a dao seed only get realized by life-and-death situations, usually. Since in such times you get a certain belief, and belief is dao in laymans terms.
Hang Fen has a lot of belief, technically, in killing all who get in his way, aka, massacres. And his techniques effected his belief by making him think 'I do all this shit with blood, I definitely need a blood dao or something.'
Of course, Hang Fen doesn't know about this, and cares not to know about it.
"If what I remember is correct, I need to take in the spiritual energy of the world and then store it in my dantian or a similar place." He said to himself, a habit made to keep sanity in a lonely mansion.
"I should quickly take in some spiritual energy and get this over with," Hang Fen paused "Almost forgot! Remember to turn it into qi before I store it! Remember!" Hang Fen had almost forgotten the 2nd step, close one that was.
Hang Fen knew no specific ways to cultivate, except the way he needed to circulate qi according to the
Hang Fen actually had some fun messing with spiritual energy, stretching it and making it twirl, ect.
After a few minutes, and his mind feeling a little stressed for some reason, he created qi and put it into his dantian. Somewhere in his belly where nothing vital or his intestines were, it was the dantian, but he didn't honestly believe it was the dantian.
He took a bit of time to have the qi settle there, slowly the qi nestled in and the body naturally created a holder for the energy. Hang Fen opened his eyes, and marveled at the new power inside him "It's quite underwhelming to be honest, and there's this other energy inside me something that seems stronger."
Hang Fen found it quite anti-climactic with how easy it was to become a cultivator, it wasn't even that big of a difference. It was only enough for one attack, Hang Fen tried to remember what it took to cultivate, after a few seconds he got his answer and he started to contemplate his future.
More specifically, where he would live, he had offended a cultivator. They also knew where he lived, he didn't like that, he really didn't like that. Hang Fen had recently came up with some strength, as such he chose to go deeper into the forests and challenge 6th realm qi gathering.
Or... He could just hide in a cave/lair and cultivate nicely. Hang Fen chose the second, he changed up his mansion to be degraded and look old with more ways for monsters to roam around and live in it. Then he lured the monsters inside with some food, the stronger ones first then a few weaker ones.
Hang Fen looked at his old home, and walked away with no remorse, this was the first step of his grand adventure, but the first of many bloodpools. So many to make in the future, or maybe come back and enjoy the nostalga that comes from this place.
There were more bloodpools, but those were abondoned a while ago, they were still heavily populated. And in the biggest one, Hang Fen's 'domain', there were signs of natural treasures that were going to appear in a while, maybe a year or two later a few blood related spirit herbs would appear, those were pretty rare and powerful.
Hang Fen wouldn't have cared anyways even if you told him, he'd probably say "Treasures? Cool! Where are they? Years?! I have to wait years for them?! What do you take me for? Some pauper!? I've got massacres to facilitate!" He would slap you, and then he would walk away with you as a corpse.
Hang Fen walked away without regret in his mind either way, and he journeyed to the other side of the city, and found a few big hills.
He chose the third biggest and started to use blood as a corrosive substance as he created a long cave. At the end he made it a bit more maze like and made off-shoots, then made a random off-shoot his evil lair.
Hade a box with a good amount of room about 10x10, so 100m2 that times 2 is 200m3 of room.
Though it felt weird that it wasn't completely filled with blood, but nothing he could do about that, right now.
Right now Hang Fen wanted to enjoy the mystical thing called cultivation, he remembered the
The qi flowed better than outside them, but it felt as if it was blocked by impurities. Hang Fen knew that the impurities would need to be disposed of, but that was later, not now.
He used the miniscule amount of qi he had to circulate through a certain path of meridians, going around a few times before some spiritual energy turned into qi and was added on to the qi circulating.
More and more qi came with each circulation, though even more miniscule than what Hang Fen had originally created. After about an hour and more than a few hundred circulations, he calmed down his qi and put it into his dantian.
He found he had too much qi, so he just abondoned it to the air around him. He felt his qi reserves, it would last him a bit more than the minimum of one attack and a little extra.
Hang Fen used that qi to nourish his dantian, somehow increasing it's storage capacity while not increasing it's size, meta-physical reality is not limited to euclidian existence.
Though the increase in storage capacity was even more miniscule than whatever Hang Fen could imagine, if previously his stores were 10, then now it was 10.0001, in laymans terms of-course.
Hang Fen felt extremely saddened by the small improvement, but then remembered that space-folding technology that allowed the non-euclidian spaces to be created was super energy intensive, and needed the constant supply of a dyson-sphere to maintain it.
A dyson sphere being inumerable mirrors harnessing the power of the sun into 'something', look it up. Non-euclidian being... Something you should look up on the internet.
It all made sense to him now, who had once walked atop a terraformed mars, one of the most luxurious planets in the federation. How was it terraformed? The internet will answer how it's possible, and also how it's possible to travel there without millions of dollars per rocket launch, sky tethers, I think.
Look it up, do I need to explain everything to you? You have the internet to bless you with answers, it's not my problem if you don't know!
Hang Fen started to think, you could see the gears turning, he came up with a question "Where's my dao seed?"
Hang Fen started to meditate for an hour, and finnally found it after going through his entire body, it was nowhere and everywhere, it was in his entire body, or an alternate-metaphysical-bio-fueled space maintained by the body and belief.
What Hang Fen saw was just a sphere, surrounded by a crimson and seemingly savage gasious energy. Hang Fen made the correct conjunction of logic with thinking it was the dao seed and metaphysical energy he was told about.
Hang Fen got the itch for a good massacre, and had impulses that told him to go to the slums of the city and to kill a bunch, but he controled himself and said to himself "No... Not yet, I'm still to weak if any non-weak cultivator feels like putting a stop to my parade. And! And a good massacre is only created through planning... And numbers! A large amount of participants = big massacre!"
The thing is, having people who would commit a massacre is really difficult. Since they usually don't work for people with equal strength to them, and they're rare, to Hang Fen's experience trying to get a few such people. It should be easier to get them here, where people aren't blessed by modern tech, and are pretty used to a stabbing in an alley way.
But Hang Fen had an idea, a disciple! This was a world of cultivation, why not turn a few people into disciples and then make massacres with them, since master-disciple relationships were super important, apparently.
Hang Fen was happy to follow this tradition, so that he could break it when least expected with his master.
But Hang Fen started to cultivate quietly in his cave, when he was bored he would use some of his blood to expand his cave system.
As such time slowly passed, with Hang Fen laying low for a while.
Until he had reached the third realm, taking a few months, 7 of them.
With great suspense, Hang Fen left the cave and changed his clothes with a first realm qi gatherer pelt. Then he made plate armor out of it with the blood of the monster slain, this mixed the pelt and blood into one. This was a creation made within his mind after a long time meditating, armor, a forgotten thing for Hang Fen.
Then Hang Fen walked around and filled up his blood stream to it's former glory, since he has been sustaining himself by sacrifacing his blood.
Since he wasn't really troubled by which thing to kill he rushed up to a few random monsters, they had migrated over here in the last two seasons. The snowy weather was... uncomfortable, but bearable with qi surrounding the skin to keep in warmth. Though this was previously confronted with isolating blood, which he didn't have right now.
He brought his great blood blade up with some repairs with blood, and upgraded his plate armor with 5th realm pelt and surpassing 5th realm heartblood-bone-blood armament.
Happy with his plate armor that was uniueqly made to not that big a problem when moving around, this he brought to the city, it turned some eyes, but not too many.
He came up to the test location and wrote down a new name 'Changsheng Baquan' or 'Immortal hegemony', it wasn't really asked if it was his real name, but his bone age was tested "Eleven years old." That was the result.
Sadly, Hang Fen also needed to give up his 'Artifacts' for fairness reasons, Hang Fen walked around the corner and absorbed all the blood from his creations into his veins with a bit of difficulty and then gave the 5th realm pelt away since it wasn't worth too much.
He was led to a room where he had to wait for a long while, in a bit some people entered the room, in the uniform of the savage saber sect, pretty cool looking.
Hang Fen notted that Chen Ming was there too, but of course said nothing. They weren't really that close, there was also 'Ill will girl' behind another person coming from another place, male 'master' for Chen Ming, female for 'Ill will girl'.
Hang Fen listened in on their conversation while their master's were annoucing the start of the 'mountain trail', listening to both things at the same time "Hello senior sister." Said Chen Ming, with Hang Fen twitching his eyes in reponse "Like wise junior brother Ming, how has your closed door cultivation gone?" Ill will girl said, Hang Fen started to channel the will to kill onto Chen Ming, but he kept it in "It was successful senior sister Yan, I was able to break through to the 4th realm of qi gathering." Hang Fen unleashed a small amount of disdain and his mercy to killing normies intent, only a small, small amount.
Ill will girl stopped and started to wisper, and Hang Fen got bored and forgot about his plans to kill Chen Ming the simp.
The annoucement ended and the world turned to white, and then to a forest on the foot of a mountain, everyone else had dissapeared and he was alone, like he wanted to be.
Written in the 19th of october, 2022.