Supreme Taming Authority

Chapter 83: Taking on The Mission

Xian Long’s question hung in the air.

Xian Tiandi glanced in the direction Zhou Kang had disappeared into the mission hall, then looked back at his foster brother.

"Walk with me," he said simply.

They moved away from the busy entrance, finding a quieter spot along the path beside the building. Ying Yue followed without a word, her eyes carrying the same quiet curiosity as Xian Long’s.

Xian Tiandi kept his voice low and even.

"Zhou Kang didn’t take the trials," he said. "He didn’t need to."

Xian Long blinked. "What do you mean he didn’t need to?"

"His clan has an elder here in the sect," Xian Tiandi said. "A genuine sect elder with real standing. That connection alone would have been enough to get him in through a different path. But it didn’t stop there."

He paused, letting that land first.

"One of the more powerful elders in this sect discovered something about Zhou Kang. A special physique. The kind that most cultivators go their entire lives without encountering." His tone stayed flat and factual. "That elder took him as a direct disciple on the spot. No trials needed. No waiting period. Just like that, Zhou Kang went from traveling companion to core disciple."

Xian Long’s mouth opened slightly. "A special physique? Zhou Kang?"

"Yes."

"But he seemed so... normal during the journey."

"Special physiques don’t announce themselves," Xian Tiandi said. "That’s exactly why they’re rare and valuable. Most people carrying one don’t know it until someone with enough knowledge and perception identifies it."

Xian Long went quiet, chewing on that. Then his eyes shifted with a different kind of look.

"Brother," he said carefully. "What about you? You could have done the same right?"

Ying Yue glanced at Xian Tiandi, she heard about that matter too.

Xian Long continued, his voice dropping lower. "You could have skipped the whole process too. Since you already had something that would have let you in directly into the inner sect."

Xian Tiandi was quiet for a moment.

He looked at the fountain at the center of the plaza. The carved dragon poured water steadily into the basin below, unhurried and constant.

"You both already know most of it," he said finally.

Xian Long nodded slowly. Ying Yue did the same.

They did know. They had been there for the parts that mattered or at least heard about it. When Xian Yu had nearly lost her life.

When Xian Tiandi had stepped in and the situation unraveled in a direction none of them had expected. When her master had arrived and the full weight of what Xian Tiandi had done became clear.

The conspiracy he had exposed that day was not a small thing. It had threatened more than just their group. The people behind it were enemies of the Four Symbols Sect at a fundamental level, and the information Xian Tiandi surfaced had real value.

Her master had recognized that. He had also recognized something about Xian Tiandi himself, something that went beyond the situation.

There had been a conversation that Xian Long had not been fully present for, questions asked, answers given carefully, and in the end a reward offered. Something that would have allowed Xian Tiandi to enter the sect directly, without trials, without any selection process at all.

"You had the pass," Xian Long said. Not a question this time.

"Yes," Xian Tiandi confirmed.

"And you chose to take the trials anyway."

"Yes."

Xian Long stared at him for a long moment. His expression moved through several things before settling somewhere between exasperation and deep respect.

"Why? I know I had asked this before but still?" he asked. "You already had what you needed. Why put yourself through all of that?"

Xian Tiandi turned to look at him directly, he can’t say the real reason so, he decided to cook up something.

"Because entering through open competition tells a different story than entering through a connection," he said. "Anyone can benefit from someone else’s favor. Not everyone can walk into inner disciple status on their first day through the front door."

He let that settle before continuing.

"And I needed to see the other disciples. How they moved. How they thought. What they were made of. You can’t learn that by skipping the process. The trials told me more about the people in this sect than any report or record could."

Ying Yue nodded once, very quietly. That reasoning made sense to her without needing elaboration.

Xian Long let out a slow breath and shook his head. A small grin pulled at his mouth despite himself.

"Brother, you are genuinely exhausting sometimes," he said. "You had the easy path and you walked away from it on purpose."

"Not the easy path," Xian Tiandi said. "The incomplete one."

Xian Long laughed once, short and genuine. "Right. The incomplete one."

The three of them stood together for a moment. The plaza moved around them, busy and indifferent. Disciples crossed paths in every direction. Morning business continued at its own pace.

Xian Tiandi checked the position of the sun.

"Go complete your mission," he said to Xian Long. "The herb gathering is straightforward. Stay on the marked paths, don’t push further into the hills than required, and be back before dark."

He glanced at Ying Yue. "Ying Yue, you should go with him." He suggested.

She nodded without hesitation.

Xian Long straightened up a little. "What are you doing?"

"Preparing," Xian Tiandi said simply.

He left them at the fountain and walked back toward his courtyard on Azure Dragon Peak. The stone steps were familiar already after just one day. His feet found the rhythm of the climb without thought.

Inside his courtyard, he moved with quiet efficiency.

He opened his spatial ring and laid out what he would need on the low table in his cultivation room. Movement detection talismans, four of them. A small pouch of concealment pills, enough for a few hours of reduced spiritual energy signature. Two emergency talismans for situations that required a fast exit, though he didn’t expect to use them.

He also took out a small cloth and cleaned the edge of his primary weapon while reviewing the mission details in his mind.

Northern mountain range. Spirit beasts moving in organized groups. Unknown cause. Forty contribution points.

Most disciples who read that mission would treat it as a routine investigation. Find the beasts. Observe the behavior. File a report. Maybe eliminate a few if they posed an active threat.

Xian Tiandi had a different perspective on it entirely.

But that was information he was keeping to himself for now.

He repacked everything carefully, organized his spatial ring, and took a moment to circulate his spiritual energy through one clean cycle. His meridians hummed in response, full and steady after the night’s cultivation. His dantian was brimming. His body cultivation was balanced.

He was ready.

He also hadn’t eaten yet this morning.

That was a practical problem that needed solving before anything else. Cultivators at his level could go long stretches without food, but it was still wasteful to burn stored energy unnecessarily when a meal was available and simple.

He made his way to the inner sect dining hall, a long building with open sides that let the mountain air pass through freely. A handful of inner disciples were still finishing their morning meals. The food was plain but well prepared. Rice, braised vegetables, a clear broth with spirit herbs mixed in that carried a faint warmth when it went down.

He ate efficiently, without rushing. A cultivator eating in a hurry was a cultivator not paying attention to what they were putting into their body.

A familiar face appeared at the entrance to the hall.

Senior Sister Mei walked in, spotted him at his table, and changed direction slightly to approach.

"Early start," she observed, sitting across from him without asking. Her posture was relaxed, her tone easy. "Most new arrivals spend their second day getting lost or buying things they don’t need from the resource hall."

"I have a mission," Xian Tiandi said.

Mei raised an eyebrow slightly. "Already? You just arrived yesterday."

"The mission board doesn’t care about that."

She looked at him for a moment with those sharp, assessing eyes. Then she smiled, small and genuine.

"No, I suppose it doesn’t." She flagged down a hall attendant for her own meal. "Which mission?"

"Spirit beast activity. Northern range."

Mei was quiet for a beat. "That one’s been sitting on the board for three days. Most people looked at it and moved on. Unknown cause is a phrase that makes cautious disciples nervous."

"I noticed," Xian Tiandi said.

"And it didn’t make you nervous?"

"It made me curious," he said.

Mei considered that. She looked like she wanted to ask something else but decided against it. She picked up her chopsticks when her food arrived and shifted the conversation to something lighter.

They talked briefly about the sect competition, the general schedule for inner disciples over the coming weeks, and which training sessions were actually worth attending versus which ones were mostly for show. Mei had opinions on all of it and expressed them without hesitation. She was direct in a way that Xian Tiandi found efficient. No wasted words, no hidden angles.

He noted that.

When he finished eating, he stood and offered a short nod of farewell.

"Safe travels," Mei said without looking up from her bowl.

He left the dining hall and took the main path out of the inner sect residential area, heading toward the outer gate that led into the mountain wilderness beyond the sect’s boundaries.

The gate was attended by two outer disciples on rotation duty. They checked his mission scroll, verified his inner disciple token, and logged his departure in the record book. Standard procedure. The sect tracked who left and when.

"Estimated return?" one of them asked.

"Two days," Xian Tiandi said.

They noted it down and waved him through.

He stepped past the gate and the protective formation of the sect fell away behind him. The air changed immediately, slightly wilder, less refined. The dense spiritual energy of the sect grounds gave way to the more natural and uneven energy of the open mountain terrain.

He walked at a measured pace, following the northern trail that wound through the outer mountain range. Pine trees lined the path on both sides, tall and straight. The morning light came through in long diagonal shafts between the trunks.

It was quiet out here. Peaceful in the way that places untouched by too many people tend to be.

Xian Tiandi breathed it in and kept walking.

The northern mountains were still a few hours away.

He had time to think.

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