How to Cultivate a Game

Zha Dong was annoyed by the blood leaking from his throat. It had healed, but not the hurt from the shame that he had to go through from receiving such a wound from a mere insect. That one strike from the farmer boy gave had made him lose a lot of blood. Though that sneak attack played some reason in his retreat, it was not exactly why he fled in a hurry either.

If he wanted to, he could have stayed and dealt with the farmer to cleanly tie up the loose ends.

"Fuck, if not for my hunch telling me to flee, I would have enjoyed more of my time."

The Woe Detecting Talisman in his chest emanated a chilling cold. It was one of his Sect's specialties. It was a warning device used to forewarn their cultivators of imminent danger.

Remembering the rabbit he killed, Zha Dong thought it wise to leave now even though the Talisman was only telling him that the danger was only at a medium level.

The chances were there was a great expert hidden in these parts of the province somewhere.

"I would be fucked badly if I stayed longer."

Zha Dong spent too much time dealing with the 3rd stage cultivator. The cuts he suffered made him devote a lot of energy, another reason why he ultimately decided to flee. Besides that… he also spent useless time relieving his stress by stabbing the dead corpse and playing with the farmer boy.

"I should really take check of my emotions." It was a hopeless sentiment considering the nature of demonic arts. "Sigh..."

That is when he stopped in his tracks at the sight of an old man glaring at him with thick killing intent.

~~~

I saw it… Not all.

But I saw it.

In my Mind's Eye, I watched an elder wielding a sword resembling a katana… struggle with all he had. It was an inspiring yet futile sight. When the old man died, I felt hopeless for the others, yet I sped up.

When I thought, it would be the death of the remaining survivors; a young man wielded the old man's sword in defiance. It was an inspiring yet futile sight— such familiar words made me unexpectant.

But a miracle occurred. When the young man made the demonic cultivator bleed, a smile escaped from my lips. The demonic cultivator then fled away.

"I am coming."

I sped up, aware of where the demonic bastard was fleeing away. I bet the guy had a hunch I was chasing after him, but I wouldn't let him off that easily.

[Name: Fu Shi

Quintessence: 32

Players: 1/1]

Random beasts kept on jumping at me left and right, so it took me some time. It was not like I was actively seeking them! Anyway, I have learned that killing 1st stage was worth 1 quintessence and 2nd stage was worth 10 quintessence.

To my eyes, more than a target of vengeance, a certain demonic cultivator had become a scrumptious piece of meat to me.

Ping! -20 quintessence.

Ping! Acquired Teleportation.

I didn't care about the differentiation between righteous and wicked cultivators. Instead, I was more inclined to distinguish what I liked and didn't like. Righteousness? Wickedness? They certainly were important, but they became irrelevant to me when it was personal.

After all, I was a selfish and arrogant bastard.

~~~

Through Teleportation, I traversed quite a long distance. Judging from the trajectory where the demonic cultivator was fleeing, I discerned where I should go to intercept that bastard's path.

I waited in anticipation of his arrival.

And lo' and behold, he had arrived.

Surfing on his sword, the demonic cultivator sped past me.

I ladened my voice with thick killing intent. "YOU! GET DOWN!" My shout was imposing and made the air tremble with fury. I was not expecting that I subconsciously mixed my voice with Telekinesis. Perhaps, this was the raw manifestation of my mental power which suffused my every action.

Old Fu Shi's memories might not be mine, but I was still capable of replicating some of his skills… especially the skills not involving qi. And since Killing Intent was not intrinsic to qi, but more of the mentality of the person that carried it, my Killing Intent must be as ferocious as when old Fu Shi was still in the 11th stage. 

Projecting a thick killing intent was one of the basics, and acting imposing was simply second nature.

Hearing my menacing voice, the demonic cultivator stiffened midflight and looked at me. The looks of confusion in his eyes were quite evident to see.

"Get down here. Stop floating with your damn sword." I told the bastard, giving him the death stare he deserved. I'd love to kill the guy a hundred times over. But even for a cultivator like this one before me who possessed relatively good skills, he still only had one life.

He surely wouldn't dare to outrightly ignore me, lest he might offend me. If he knew I was after him, he'd be acting differently though.

"Forgive me, senior. I was in a hurry. If you needed anything, I was Zha Dong of the Bones Devouring Sect." The demonic cultivator introduced himself in a hurry, and without fear. His claim of being a demonic cultivator was especially stupid.

His confidence in his Sect's might was apparent to see.

'Zha Dong my ass.'

After introducing yourself like that so smugly, you wanted me to leave you alone? The demonic cultivator turned his back on me, not even giving me a 'face' which was very important to highly esteemed cultivators.

The bastard clearly and outrightly just ignored me, how dare he?

Of course, that wouldn't really matter to me as something like that wouldn't easily offend me, but this was good. This was a 'just' cause. I could rightfully punish him! From there, I would make sure to teach him who he just messed with.

…

Zha Dong didn't even bat an eye, seeing that the old man lacked cultivation in the first place, he funnily thought to himself how lucky that presumptuous old man was.

If his circumstances allowed him, he would've already gotten down and beat up the old man already. Maybe even killed him. How daring did this old man with a destroyed Dantian get to be so imposing in front of him, Zha Dong?

"Get down here, or else…" The old man threateningly said, implying that this was his last warning.

Zha Dong thought that it might be an eccentric expert, but feeling the destroyed Dantian through his Spiritual Senses, Zha Dong couldn't even be bothered.

…

My patience was running out fast, I knew that stink-eye the demonic bastard was giving me.

"You will regret it," I spat. "…big time."

I levitated in the air, ascending with my telekinesis. Seeing my rather pretentious act, Zha Dong finally gave me the attention I deserved as he reverently lowered himself, carefully leveling his flight below mine.

"Forgive me. I must be blind. I haven't recognized senior's profound cultivation."

Flying in swords for cultivators started at the 4th stage, meanwhile flying with qi was something that only the 8th stage and above could do. So, in Zha Dong's eyes, I must be quite a monster. However, that was just a misunderstanding. I wasn't even in any stage.

"Did you remember the white little bunny you just killed?" I asked the bastard.

"…" In his own silence, Zha Dong felt an ominous premonition.

"It was mine." I made such premonition his reality.

The change in Zha Dong's facial expression was quick. With a burst of qi, Zha Dong erupted at incredible speeds as he flew with his sword.

But.

"Like... I... said, GET DOWN HERE!"

Ping! -3 quintessence.

Throughout experimenting with quintessence, I learned of its flexibility that only limits imagination. As fuel, I could substitute it with qi. And as expected of quintessence, it had incredible power!

With my Telekinesis amplified momentarily by spending some quintessence, I took hold of Zha Dong.

Invisible telekinetic force surged around the demonic cultivator, and with a single wave of my hand, he came crashing down, eating dirt and dust. With a thought, I teleported to his side.

"DON'T LOOK UP. STAY RIGHT THERE. IF I SEE YOU TWITCH A LITTLE, I SWEAR, I WILL PLUCK YOUR TEETH, YOUR HAIR, YOUR EYES, YOUR LIMBS, YOUR NIPPLES, YOUR GENITALIA. AFTER THAT, I WILL MAKE SURE YOU ARE STILL ALIVE WITH MY SECRET ART. DO YOU KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE I STILL HAVE MORE TO PLUCK OFF YOU... YOUR BONES FROM THE RIBS, YOUR LIVER, YOUR INSIDES..."