Limitless Cultivation System: From Trash to Immortal

By the time the first bell of the kitchen wing rang, Lin Xuan had already laid out the small wooden table on the porch of his pavilion.

Two cups. The good ceramic ones, not the everyday kind. A tea pot, freshly steamed. A small plate of dried plums on the side. The cushion arranged so that Lian would face the morning light when she sat. And in the cup he had set on the right, the one closer to Lian’s place, the silver vial from his sleeve had already done its work.

The elixir was clear. Almost colorless. It blended with the tea without trace. The vial itself had vanished back into the system inventory the moment the last drop hit the cup.

He sat down on his side and waited.

Lian arrived a moment later with a basket of bread under one arm and a small jar of pickled vegetables under the other. She stopped at the threshold when she saw the table.

"Lin Xuan."

"Sit, Lian. I made tea."

"...You made tea? You?"

"Judging your Young Master? It is not a difficult skill. Sit down."

She set the basket aside and sat, slow, the way someone sits when they suspect an ambush. Her eyes moved across the table once, found nothing strange, and settled on him.

"Why."

"Because I felt like it. We came back yesterday, you carried that basket up the mountain on your own, and I have not poured you tea once in two years. Today I am pouring you tea."

"Lin Xuan."

"Drink it before it cools."

She picked up the cup. She held it between both hands the way she held everything she considered breakable. She blew on the surface twice. She drank.

She made a small face.

"It is a little bitter, Lin Xuan." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"It is the new batch from Qinghe Town. The herbalist warned me."

"...Hm."

She drank again. Finished the cup in three more sips. Set it down.

"It is not bad. Just bitter."

"Eat a plum."

She ate a plum. The corners of her mouth eased. She looked across the table at him with the small private confusion of a maid who had been served tea by her young master and was not yet sure what the evening would cost her.

"Lin Xuan. Is something wrong."

"Nothing is wrong. Eat your breakfast and go about your day."

She studied his face for a long beat, found nothing readable there, and shrugged the smallest shrug she had in her.

"As you say."

She gathered her basket and stood. She went off toward the kitchen wing with the puzzle of the morning still working at the edge of her thoughts.

Lin Xuan watched her go.

[ Done. ] Mira’s voice was low. [ The elixir is moving through her meridians right now. The awakening will surface around midday at the earliest, late afternoon at the latest. She will start to notice something off about her own body without understanding what it is. ]

’How will it feel to her.’

[ Most likely a sense that her senses are sharper. Smells will hit her stronger. The ingredients she handles every day will register on her hands differently. By the time the awakening completes, the affinity she was given will start producing small physical reactions she cannot explain. ]

’And what affinity is it.’

[ I cannot tell you yet, host. The elixir matches the recipient. We will know when she does. ]

’Then we wait.’

The morning turned into noon. Lin Xuan went through his standard cultivation cycle and his sword forms in the courtyard. He kept one ear out for the path. He did not hear anything until well into the afternoon.

The sun had begun sliding toward the western ridges when Lian’s footsteps came up the steps faster than they had in years.

She did not knock.

She slid the door open with both hands and stood in the threshold with her eyes wide and her face flushed and her hair a little out of place from running.

"Lin Xuan."

He looked up from the cup of tea he had been pretending to drink for the last hour.

"Lian. Come in."

"Lin Xuan, something is wrong with me."

"Sit down."

"Something is wrong, I am, I do not know what is happening, I have been smelling things all day, the kitchen oils smelled different, the soap I used this morning smelled different, and just now I was passing the storage shed and I could tell you which jar held what without opening any of them, Lin Xuan I could tell, I do not know how I could tell, it was as if my hands were —"

"Lian. Sit down."

She finally sat.

She held both hands out in front of her, palms up, and stared at them like they were not entirely hers.

"My hands feel awake. That is the only word I have for it. Awake. Like they have been asleep my whole life and woke up this morning."

[ There it is, Xuan. ] Mira’s voice was warm. [ It has surfaced. The talent the elixir gave her is alchemical. Her body is reading the spiritual properties of every substance it touches. The smells, the storage shed, all of it. She is identifying ingredients without conscious effort because her affinity is doing it for her. ]

’...An alchemist.’

[ An alchemist. Not a pharmacist. There is a difference, host. Master Fu makes salves, ointments, recovery herbs, the daily medicine of the sect. An alchemist refines pills. Breakthrough pills. Cultivation pills. Spirit elixirs. It is the difference between a village healer and the man who supplies an empire’s army. ]

’...Mira.’

[ Yes. ]

’You are saying Lian could become a pill refiner.’

[ I am saying she has the affinity for it. The training is years of work. The ceiling is high. She just opened a door, host. Whether she walks through it depends on her. ]

Lin Xuan looked across the table at Lian. She was still staring at her hands.

"Lian."

"Mm."

"You are going to walk to Master Fu’s pavilion right now. Do not stop in the kitchen on the way. Do not let anyone else look at you closely. Walk straight there. Tell him I sent you. Ask him to examine you."

"...Examine me?"

"Trust me, Lian. Go. I will explain later. He needs to see you while this is fresh."

She did not ask twice. She rose, smoothed her robe with hands that were still trembling a little, and ran.

When Lian pushed open the door of Master Fu’s pavilion, the old pharmacist was bent over a mortar grinding something pale green. He looked up at the interruption, saw who it was, and his eyebrows started to draw together.

"Lian."

"Master Fu, the Young Master sent me."

"Did he? What for."

"He said for you to examine me. He said it was important."

Master Fu set the pestle down very slowly. He had known Lian for years. He had known her as the kitchen girl, then as the maid assigned to a dying young master, and he had never once in those six years had a reason to look at her with the eyes he looked at apprentices with.

"...All right, Lian. Sit."

She sat.

Master Fu took her wrist between two fingers. His face did not change for the first count. By the second count it had begun to change. By the third count he had set her wrist back down and reached for a small pale stone on his work bench, the kind of stone that read affinity at the surface of the skin.

He pressed it into her palm.

The stone went a quiet pale blue almost immediately.

Master Fu drew in a breath he had not been planning on drawing.

He did not speak.

He reached for a second stone, a heavier one, deeper blue at the core, and pressed it against her wrist. The second stone responded faster than the first. Faster than it should have.

He set the second stone down with the care of a man handling a relic.

"...Pure jade water root. Mid-high grade. In an alchemical body."

"Master?"

"Lian, child, do you understand what those words mean."

"No, Master."

"They mean that you are not a healer. Master Fu cracks salves and ointments and recovery herbs. That is a craft. It is the craft of this pavilion. What you are, child, is something else entirely. You are an alchemist. The kind that refines pills."

Lian’s breath caught.

Master Fu kept going, and his voice had something in it that Lian had not heard him use for any apprentice in the last fifteen years.

"How is this possible. How is it possible that a body of this grade has been hidden in our sect this long. Years, child. Years you have carried buckets in the kitchen wing. Nobody saw this. I never saw this. How."

"I do not know, Master Fu."

"Has anyone tested you before today."

"No, Master."

"No one tested you in all those years."

"No, Master."

Master Fu closed his eyes for a long count and let out a breath through his nose that had something close to a laugh in it.

"Heavens above."

"Master Fu—"

"Lian. Do you understand what an alchemist is to a regional sect. Skyedge has not produced one in over forty years. The last alchemist this pavilion trained was promoted to the provincial alchemy guild before I was born. The fact that a body with this affinity has been sitting in our kitchen for six years is a failure of every Elder who has ever filled out a sect roll. Including, I am ashamed to say, me."

"Master, I am only —"

"You are not only anything, child. Tomorrow at sunrise you start formal apprenticeship under me. Personally. You will not be assigned to one of my disciples. You will be assigned to me, and to no one else. I will not lose another year of this body to the kitchen wing of this sect. Do you understand what I am telling you?"

"I think so, Master."

"Tomorrow at sunrise. Go. Tell the Young Master I have you. Tell him thank you, from me directly. Tell him I do not know what favor he called in to bring this body forward, and I do not know how he found this affinity inside the silence of his own pavilion when this pavilion failed to find it in years of brewing tea for him. But tell him thank you, child. From the deepest part of an old alchemist’s regret."

"...Yes, Master Fu."

She stood up, walked to the door, and went back up the path to Silent Peak with her hands pressed against her chest and tears that did not fall yet but were getting ready.