Looking around,
Hyang finds a letter inside the room it reads "Fu yo"
Hyang thinks: "What is this supposed to mean?"
He starts searching for the Innkeeper to acquire some information about Bings whereabouts.
However, the Innkeeper isn't around the usual spot,
so he uses QI sensing to find him.
He discovers the Innkeeper in an apron roped
and gagged with cloth in his mouth bound around his head,
having been stuffed under the kitchen counter.
Invisible to the eye until the moment he opens the counter.
After releasing him, he asks about what happened.
Hyang: "What kind of thing accrued here?"
Inkeeper: "I I got ambushed by two cultivators."
Hyang: "They must have abducted him."
Somewhere else,
food steps, sounds of impact on a forest ground.
Two people running while throwing a person towards each other.
Clothed in the clothes of towns people.
Person 1: "F*ck man. He slaughtered our comrades left and right.
We were only able to escape because we used the tunnel
system our boss had us two build in secret underneath the village."
Minion 2: "Only the biggest rats survive."
Minion 2 answers in the voice and with the personality, of-
an air head. Just like he always does.
Minion 1: "Using Villager clothes was for good measure and as revenge for our boss we
will sell his comrade who is in some kind of damaged frozen state."
Minion 2: "All thanks to our comrats swift information networking."
Minion 1: "My QI is almost depleted from simply protecting my hand from that frost for mere moments.
We should have taken that board
-
Now that I think about it, those stones were fire stones.
We could have sold those too after selling this guy.
Tell me again... whyyy did you not take them with you?"
Minion 2: "Real mice behavior. But in that situation who could have thought.
-
We should be far enough by now, why not take a tree."
Minion 1: "Yeah, let's take a short bre-"
'crash'
Minion 1: "-eak"
Minion 2 toke a tree down and threw Bing carefully on it.
'Bing on tree'
'Bing freeze'
'Bing sticks on tree'
Minion 1 says while slapping Bing with a thin stick
which immediately breaks after use with one part now frozen to his face.
Minion 1: "You sometimes surprise me
with actually having some wits in that head of yours.
This would make it far easier to carry him."
On the short break.
Minion 1: "Now that I think about it
how come you had the fix Idea to leave a letter behind
but not to take that guy together with the carrying board?
Are you dumb Doof?"
Doof: "You didn't say anything, Fatty."
After the short break, they both continue with the tree action.
Intending to carry him on the tree, one in front and one in the back
without moving Bing around anymore,
having him stand frozen with his feet on the left side of the tree.
Fatty makes a move to remove the crown and roots of the tree.
'Interrupt'
Doof interrupts him thinking he is about to kill Bing.
Doof: "What are you doing?"
His intercepted move goes array and cuts parallel to Bing through the tree, barely missing him.
Fatty: "Stop your useless questions and just go cut of the crown!"
Doof: "Which crown?"
Fatty: "THE TREES!"
Fatty pushes Doof toward the tree crown
and Doof continues to go toward it.
He starts searching for a crown
while Fatty tries to make a precise move to finally take of the roots of the tree.
'Interrupt'
Doof: "I couldn't find a crown Fatty."
Fattys move goes array again parallel to his first move. Just on the other side of
the tree.
As he tried to be just a bit further away from Doof while making his move.
Fatty now unrestful.
Tries to grab Doof
while Doof starts trying to adjust Fattys clothes
resulting in the two of them grappling each other
until fatty slaps Doofs hands and drags him
to the tree's crown.
Fatty: "All this green! That's the crown.
Cut it off!
I've already exhausted myself enough
thanks to your continues interruptions."
Doof finally removes the crown of the tree causing the stem to fall over into the opposite direction
as the leftover parts that spread out and held the tree in place after Fattys cuts are now gone.
With that Bing is barely above the ground on the side of the tree stretcher.
They rest a bit longer eating boiled eggs.
Fatty eats them reluctantly, with a face of disapproval
as he takes them from him.
After they finish resting a bit yet again, they continue.
With Doof at the front of the Wooden board stretcher.
They talk about how to get the slaver to buy Bing.
And decide to put him in chains saying that he got a super rare ice body
having the slaver believe he doesn't move only because he is chained.
After a awhile they start seeing a village ahead of them.
And as they get closer Fatty notices
someone in robes
talking on a small pedestal.
Guy in robes: "...and not only that, there also exists some weird cult out there,
which dedicates itself to the legend of the seven heavens.
Even though no one in the cultivation world
believes there are such types of heavens.
Except for what they call the first heaven,
the soul realm the place where the dead go.
The first heaven. But not-"
'BOOOOM'
The two run through the gathering, ramming the guy who was babbling around a moment ago.
Dragging him with them on the tip of the "tree" stretcher.
G. I. R.: "FUNGOTALKINGYOUGRANVIILEGENDVILLAGE!?"
The guy in robes screams as he dies throwing in question how he was able to scream that in the first place.
'ERROR'
Fatty thinks: "Why does the ground suddenly feel- softer? How odd.
Even Doof is leaving deep footprints behind right now.
Probably nothing.
Perhaps we're just too exhausted to use our food work technic?! Right!"
As they reach the city without any disturbances
the corps of the guy is no longer there.
Left behind somewhere along the way.
Now that they are finally there,
the both of them go to the city gate.
Right where the city guard stands,
a friendly looking guy.
With Doof in the front, they engage in a conversation.
Town guard: "Where are you from and what is it that you are carrying there?"
Doof: "A log."
A little less friendly looking
the guard responds.
Town Guard: "Why do you carry a wooden board
and what's up with that person sticking on the side of it?"
Fatty calls: "Let me talk to the Guard."
Doof calls: "Whaat?"
Fatty calls a bit more annoyed: "Let me talk to the Guard."
Doof now tries to walk towards Fatty while holding on to the board.
While fatty now tries to walk toward the town guard.
Causing the both of them to walk weirdly in circles
as Doof continuously tries to get to Fatty
which made Fatty think that Doof understood him at first.
However, as much as this should be a surprise to him, it is not.
He now angrily throws down his side of the wood and walks toward the guard
causing the both of them to meet up there
with the plank in basically the same position it was in to begin with.
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Fatty pushes Doof out of anger.
'Bonk'
Fatty: "AUU!"
Town guard: "AU!
Doof dropped the Plank onto their feet,
after which he tries to pick it up again.
As he does, he notices that it is far harder to lift now then it was before.
Which causes him to look around the tip of his side of the plank,
knocking on it and listening.
He ends up just using QI to lift the plank.
During the time Doof figures out how to lift a plank
Fatty talks to the town guard.
Fatty: "Dear Sir Guard.
We are just trying to make ends meet
through selling this special wooden board."
Now, after Doof figured out how to lift the plank.
Town guard: "There grow no trees like that anywhere in the world. Seals please!"
'Bonk'
Fatty: "AUUU!"
Town guard: "AU!"
Doof dropped his end of the log board stretcher intending to take out his seal
or at least search for one in his pockets.
Fatty: "Don't just let go of it like that!"
With his aloof personality and his airhead, he
tries to pick up the lock again thinking that's
what Fatty wants.
'Slap'
'Bonk'
Fatty: "AUUUU!"
Town guard: "AUU!"
Doof rubs his hands where it hurts after the slap from fatty.
Angry Fatty: "Just leave it!"
Town Guard says angrily: "This log is confiscated for inspection!
You better get a move on if you're hanging on your life!
You are lucky I'ts me guarding today,
or you'd be dead where you stand!
Don't even think about recovering this plank.
And take your friend here with you."
Fatty: "Yes, yes, thank you for being so gracious towards us."
He bows repeatedly.
Now, without the wooden plank, their steps no longer sink into the ground.
Fatty goes to Bing and orders Doof to pick up the big rock on the side of the rode
and bring it over.
Doof picks up the big rock on the side of the rode.
Fatty tells him to hold it over his head.
He holds it up.
Fatty smiles as if something satisfyingly fair for him is about to happen.
Fatty steps on Doofs foot.
No reaction.
Fatty now just removes Bing cleanly of the wood and puts him on the rock in but a moment
using a lot of QI just to protect himself making the guards wary,
however nothing happens and the two move with accelerating speed up into the city.
Town Guard thought: "Did they just take the sitting stone?"
With Doof holding up the rock on which Bing stands like a statue, they have people misjudge it as such.
Causing a lot of impressed views into their direction.
Onlooker: "Impressive, what a life like statue."
"What a masterpiece!" "How lovely."
As they run the scene goes to black for the reader indicating a change in time.
As the reader regains vision, it's already deep into the night, with the two waiting in an alley of the city
and Bing finally being in chains.
No one discovered them in this alleyway.
Indeed, it is a good place for them to have waited in
until nightfall, indeed.
With the time ripe, they now go to the slave trader.
A black market for slaves where no one cares where
the slave came from.
Fatty: "Good that I still remember where our boss Spangurtos
sold the "Goods" from the village."
Doof: "I do too fatty."
Doof says in a somewhat assured but aloof and air headed voice.
They arrive without a hinge at the
entrance of the black market for slaves.
Fatty knocks on the door,
shortly after a slit in the door opens.
Voice: "Who's there"
Fatty: "Spangurtos followers"
The door opens, and the man guides the both of them to
the slave trader a greasy looking guy fat and in decent clothes.
Black market Slave Trader: "With what could I help you two gentle man?"
Fatty starts to rub his hands in a handshake like form
making his thumbs overlap while smiling.
And starts to speak.
Fatty: "Ah yes, we came to sell this extraordinary,
ehem, unordinary person with a profound Ice cultivation base."
'ERROR'
The Black market Slave Trader starts threatening Fatty and Doof
because he knows something a big fat bird told him.
Black market Slave Trader: "Did you know you were the talk
of the town with your life like statue,
and besides a bird with heavy bones
and only water weighed told me
he won't be doing business through subordinates
for an unknown while.
So how about you leave your ware here
and we'll pretend this never happened."
'🗒️'
'🗒️🗒️'
Scared from the threatening tone of the Black market Slave Trader, Doof starts dropping paper pads without end
while trembling.
'🗒️🗒️🗒️...'
Doof: "Fatty, I'm scared."
Fatty: "Don't make such a spectacle. There is no reason to be scared. ? .
Where are you taking all those paper pads from?
I can't remember Spangurdos ever giving us a Spacial ring."
Doof stops dropping paper pads,
however unbeknown to Fatty himself,
'🗒️🗒️🗒️'
he is now dropping them out of fright, trembling.
Doof now slightly taps Fattys shoulder 3 times, getting his attention
and a questioning stare as a result.
'🗒️🗒️🗒️..'
Doof: "Here."
'🗒️🗒️🗒️...'
He points towards the paper pads dropping in the vicinity of fatty.
As fatty starts to look at them the both of the glitch through the ground
falling out of bound within the world.
The Slaver takes a back, being confused as to what just happened.
Just at that moment
the bit of Bings unconscious mind that still
enables results of cause and effect to happen.
Caused something ones again.
The Slaver flinches for but a moment,
as an unbelievably intense killing intend was upon him.
Thinking it was Bing he suddenly acts incredibly polite
treating him like an old monster of cultivation.
Though, unbeknown to him, it did not come from Bing.
Slave trader: "Oh, great Immortal, I did not know.
I'm sorry, please spare me.
I'll offer you our best slave."
Slave traders thought: *I'll use this Immortal crown of Illusion.
Which will allow me to make the Immortal cultivator
believe he is receiving the best slave he's ever seen.
Though the crown itself is an unparalleled treasure,
only here through a fortuitous encounter.
Securing my life comes first.*
Slave trader: "I'll bring her right here. Just wait for a moment."
The slaver goes out of Bings sight toward a rather desolated part of the black slave market
where only the worsted "Products" are.
Slave trader thought: *Using the crown is already enough.
It won't matter which slave he gets.
Since I won't risk dissatisfying him,
the crown is my only choice.
That way I'll have a 100% save way to escape
from here before he finds out about it.
And to despise him, I'll give him the worst slave we have.
Just gotta convince him to treat her like a lady. Wahaha!
That way he won't even notice the waste
of a foul product he is getting.
Like a brown apple painted red and soled as if fresh.
Whahahahahaha.
He'll be furious, while I will be long gone.*
While he was thinking of his perfect and foolproof plan, he already reached the place.
As he looks behind the bars, he sees the slave covered in a robe.
After ensuring it isn't dead, giving it a cane and putting the crown
on it,
he returns.
Slave trader thought: *Apparently only a Mahayana realm cultivator
could see through this
and there hasn't ever been one recorded in history
as far as I know.
Though roomers have it, the King is one.
How laughable.*
Sufficiently calmed down from the killing intend that was previously directed towards him,
he presents their "best" "Product".
A beautiful woman with long black hair extra vacant clothes white skin,
a towering figure large in every way.
Deep black sparkling eyes,
with an assumedly profound cultivation
as it is not possible to see through her cultivation.
While she walks, she is using a cane with a golden knob at the top.
Everything calls golden black luxury about her make up.
From clothes to makeup and hair color.
Even a golden crown with not pink but black cloth in the middle of it.
Slave trader: "As you can see she is an unparalleled beauty beneath the heavens
with a profound cultivation,
really a rare talent under the heavens with a special cultivation body.
She is even in virgin, I would strongly recommend treading her like a lady
for example holding her by the hand while flying and gently flying her."
Slave trader though: *Now that I look at the product... Why is It so stupidly Tall?*
Bing: "*.*"
Slave trader: *Whatever, let's just sell it to him in exchange for my life.*
Slave Trader: "I can see that you are mesmerized by this beauty,
yes, I dare say you seem to be gar enchanted
by this piece of art of a woman.
Yes yes yes, I'll just go ahead and
swiftly do the slave contract for you,
just as you command me to do while
looking at this lady of unparalleled beauty.
And then you can be on your immortal way."
As the slave trader finished the last sentence, a drop of swept runs down his nose
while he stands there in a slight bow, having just noticed what he said.
Slave trader: "I'll just silently concentrate on the contract."
Sweaty the slave trader goes ahead and draws a star closely resembling one from the Mandelbrot set when the number gets infinitely smaller.
He uses two thin sticks with some cotton on the top. The first one he sticks up the slave's nose,
swiftly taking it out again.
Slave trader: "Excuse me."
'KADONG KADONG KADONG'
With his heart pounding relentlessly, he sticks the second one up Bings nose.
And takes it out again in a flash.
Still his hands got dangerously cold from just that.
He looks at Bing as his view goes down to the stick's tip.
He looks down with a shocked expression.
Looks up at Bing and smiles.
Looks down distressed.
Looks up smiles.
Looks down puzzled.
Lowers himself to look in Bings Nose hole.
'KADONGKADONGKADONGKADONGKADONGKADONG'
He swiftly grabs a tool to try and take it out without staying in Bings freezing proximity.
Fiddling in Bings nose, he breaks the frozen cotton as it is bridle.
He manages to take out a small piece of the cotton.
Some bridle broken small cotton pieces mixed with some freezing liquid have now been obtained by him.
Which he recognizes as Bings snot.
Swiftly he takes it and lays the slaves and Bings Snot on the rune Star of the slave contract.
The star consist of a single line, the line starting outside of the star to then form spikes
that get smaller every time, so that they overlap more and more with the first few spikes untill
it ends in the middle as a cluster.
The untrained eye would think the slave trader had a stroke while drawing this rune.
He has the slave put it's hand on the contract.
The Slave trader looks threatening at the slave.
Slave trader: "Do you consent?"
Slave: "yes"
The moment she truly consented,
which sometimes doesn't happen.
Because the slavers didn't treat the slave bad enough
for it to just have enough of a desire to leave the slave market.
The rune lights up shortly.
And a glowing line of light comes out from within the middle of her body,
passing through the solar plexus,
moving in the same way as the rune was drawn
until the cluster of light ends in the middle of Bings body.
And the beam of light dissipates.
On the slave's hand appears a black rune looking like
the Mandelbrot set, it's color turns to white as
its little arms extend.
A structure reminiscent of a snowflake.
The slave trader doesn't care much at first,
as he knows that the rune looks like bread with a ball most of the time.
She sits down on the chair next to the table the slave contract is on,
the Slave trader says nothing about.
Noticing she seems to be moving more stiff than before
as well as her getting cold.
The slave trader suddenly starts mumbling to himself to fast for
anyone below the sense condensing realm to understand.
Slave Trader: "Why is she cold?
Normally the QI of an individual shouldn't interfere
with the Rune formation of a slave contract.
[...]
Though I did once read a theory of a renown cultivator
with profound formation knowledge theorizing that[...]
it is not possible to break through that point.
But why would she be getting cold then.
I should have read a book about cold QI.
Never mind that. She can't even cultivate with that
none existing aptitude for any element or anything.
Good that the contract formation doesn't necessarily require
a QI input from the slave."
The slaver now smiles stiff.
Looking at Bing.
Waiting and expecting him to leave.
Waiting and expecting.
Waiting...
1 hour later.
Slave trader thinks: *Now that I think about it,
that person hasn't done anything from the start.
I'm pretty sure the killing intend didn't come from him either.
Or he can't do anything because of the chains.
Whatever the case, I will be taking the crown and the slave back
and the new chained one In.*
After thinking that to himself he takes the crown back,
revealing the face off and old women within the robe,
a face filled with scars and a crooked body, the glamorous
appearance vanished.
Even the cane reveals to be nearly just a normal stick.
Furthermore, she isn't wearing anything on her feets,
presenting feets covert in scars and missing toes
as well as being deformed.
A result only known through feet binding,
which is used to achieve smaller looking feet.
Her scalp covered in bald spots through scars with
hair, her still residing white hair being no longer than 3 cm.
Only one of her four eyelashes is seemingly untouched,
lushes and full extra unordinarily like a white forest of pine trees.
Though in the end it is, but a single eyelash left standing in its glory
with all the other mutilated.
The glories' eyelash is
on the left side the while the eye on the right is missing giving it an even clearer differentiating look.
Remaining is a single eye reminding of an endless bright clear blue sky,
lost in never ending distant implausible dreams.
And a sudden gentle smirk while hiding the thoughts of what she could do with that crown.
Slave trader: "URGh, 'swallow' hide that hideous face of yours away!
You nearly made me throw up, ptui."
He spits on the slave.
Slaver thought: *I should have ordered someone
to cut off that meat vein thing coming out from her eye
and to sew her eyelid shut.
But at this point, there is no need for it anymore.
I doubt she'll make it through tomorrow,
and there shouldn't be an actual alt monster
coming to threaten my life until then.*
As the slave trader finishes his thought he puts the contract atop the slave's solar plexus visualizing
a part of the line past the contract
he then advances to use a special cutting tool
and tries to destroy the frozen contract on top of the line to divide it.
But against his expectations,
founded on knowledge,
he gets blown away
and frozen into a pure ice statue.
Slave Trader last thought: *Impossible*
While his soul is leaving the Ice statue,
It already crashes against the wall, shattering it on impact.
As his soul now enters into the realm of reincarnation,
the soul real, the realm of the dead, the first heaven.
Which Bing could technically see.
But as "i think therefore I am" wouldn't describe him
he isn't seeing it, is he?
A while after the soul faded away
the slave granny takes her first notable action.
Slave Granny: "You know, since you don't move you must be a good listener,
so I'll tell you my lives' story.
But before that I'll take the crown back from my chunky overseer,
I'm sure a beautiful voice is more pleasant to listen to."
Slowly the Granny walks to the Slave trader's shattered ice body. Taking the crown, the only thing that didn't turn to Ice from the
electric cable like backlash.
Slowly very slowly the granny - granny walks back with her cane carrying the crown until she sits back down.
'Put on'
She puts on the crown and looks just as beautiful as before.
Slave Beauty/granny: "So, to start off, my name is Perlmut.
Not quite beautiful of a name, right?
After my parents found out that I could never cultivate
they changed my name,
taking away the prestige of a second name
and taking the honor of my first,
or so I had heard from the adults back in the days.
As a form to dishonor me in exchange for
not having me killed or exiled.
Exiling a Toddler, hohoho...
Though I wasn't executed,
there was no shortage of abuse in my clan.
Most commonly were stones and bullying
for not being able to cultivate from the children.
As for the adults, they mostly looked at me with disdain.
Only later did I understand that
being inherently unable to cultivate
doesn't even happen to commoners... mortals.
Even mortals were able to cultivate in theory...
-
Growing older in my clan something happened,
which I resisted, resulting in an accident.
After which the perpetrator twisted the story.
As punishment, I had to decide between leaving
through the demon beast forest surrounding our clan
or getting an eye gorged out.
I seem to have always been clinging to life too much...
So thanks to that, chunky wasn't totally wrong.
I might not have any cultivation and am crumbling Into my grave,
but I Indeed am a pure maiden.
A pure maiden with a 77 years worth of wrinkles,
I suppose it's not too simple to differentiate between wrinkles
and... 'memories'."
Perlmut stands up and goes towards Bing, taking off the leftover part from the stick
of the slap stick that Fatty used,
removing it from Bings cheek.
While kinda suffocatingly whispering.
Perlmutt: "Blank and pure."
'Crash'
'Crash'
The sound of doors flying out of their ankles
is getting closer and closer.
'CRASH'
Hyang arrives anticipating a trap as there were so many,
far too obvious leads to where they went.
A trail so obvious it made him take longer
because of how suspicious it was.
Hyang: "Where are you, ice man. Oh, there you are. What happened?"
He asks, prompting Perlmut to start acting.
Perlmutt: "He saved me.
I was able to see him handle it from my chair,
and he did it with such grace.
Just standing there looking so manly, stern and direct.
Scaring the slave trader to the point of offering me.
Haaaa~
*'heart eyes'*
he came disguised as a feeble weakling
and annihilated the slavers who sold me like nothing.
I might still be a slave but at least it is such a powerful beautiful master
in unordinary clothes."
Hyang: "He is frozen Ms. He is in a state where he couldn't even squish a bug."
He says standing in a defensive stands with a sword while on high alert.
Hyang: "But I take it you're his slave, that doesn't at up and neither do your looks.
So prove it quickly, or I'll leave without you taking only him with me.
Time is running short."
Pearlmutt: "Well, this is the contract.~"
She points at a quite thin square of ice.
Pearlmutt: "Aaa~nd"
She takes of the crown revealing her true nature
making Hyang suspicious of her while also being jump scared,
so he draws his blade and points it towards her in a defensive pose.
Not showing how shocked he is over that unpleasant view
though he shows an only partly stern expression.
'cough'
Hyang: "What kind of trap is this."
Granny Perlmut: "Hohoho, the worst of the worst.
-
However, you should be able to deduce by yourself that I'm one of the slaves sold here.
So don't worry, most of what I said earlier is the truth.
And the crown was but a precaution."
Hyang: "Weird things seem to keep happening around him, it seems.
They have abducted him to sell him while I was away. Those villains.
Let's bail and leave the town for now."
He pulls out his fancy stretcher he had made
'°*sparkle*°'
'~STRETCHER🎵~'
Though it is but a '°stretcher°' it does look more elaborate than the one Bing was previously attached too.
Some elusive cherry blossoms enhancing the venerable stretchers shine even more.
Truly, it is-
a wooden board.
He removes the fire stones from the stretcher and lets the granny lay herself down on it.
As for Bing, without a lot of time to think, Hyang uses his sword to have bing freeze on it
since it would be hard to balance and hold one bulky thing in each hand, the stretcher and the sitting stone.
After Hyang transported them both out, he puts Bing and the granny down
beside each other.
Because of course, his hand has been struggling to survive the coldness Bing brings.