Limitless Cultivation System: From Trash to Immortal

The residence door opened behind him.

It was not his father.

Lin Kai came down the three stone steps with the loose, prickly walk of a young master who had spent his morning losing an argument he did not have the words to win, and was now hunting around for the cheapest substitute fight he could find.

"Where is father?" Lin Xuan asked it level, without sharpening the line. "We should have left already."

Lin Kai’s mouth did a small thing that was not a smile.

"He is having a conversation with my mother."

"Now?"

"Yes. Now." The word scraped on the way out. "I told him last night about the attack. Now shut up, brother. Talking to you only puts me in a worse mood than I am already in."

A small vein began the slow climb up Lin Xuan’s temple.

’This foul-mouthed son of a bitch.’

[ You are not exactly a recital of court manners yourself, Xuan. ]

’Did you say something?’

[ I said it is surprising that Lin Kai revealed it to your father. The situation may shift considerably. ]

’Shift how?’

[ They may arrest her. ]

’...True. That’s a chance now.’

He kept his expression at the angle a young master kept his expression in a forecourt full of stewards.

’That would be a meaningful change. Do you think they will move on her here, though? In Yuncheng? With the city this open and rumors travelling the streets like rats?’

Mira did not get the chance to answer.

A voice arrived at his shoulder from behind, low and amused, the voice of a woman who had practiced the entrance.

"What are you thinking about so hard, Xuan?"

He almost dropped his hands out of his sleeves.

Su Qingyue had crossed the forecourt without his hearing her, which on its own was a small embarrassment a Frostmoon Ridge principal was going to enjoy carrying for years.

He turned his head a fraction.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to say goodbye." Her shoulders were squared into the polite half-bow of a public farewell, but the line of her mouth tilted into the private amusement that only the inside of his ribcage could see. "And to hear your answer."

"My answer to what exactly?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

She arched one brow at him.

"You do not know?"

"I do not know. What are you talking about?"

"Well." She gave the word the small careful pause of a woman who had just received a piece of information she was going to enjoy carrying for the rest of the morning. "If you do not know, I suppose I have to be the one to tell you. My father has offered a marriage agreement between our sects. Both houses benefit. Yours would no longer be in the decline it has been in. Ours would gain a great deal in the long run. Think of it as an investment."

[ Analytical as ever. ]

Lin Xuan’s hands came halfway out of his sleeves before he remembered there was a forecourt.

"Hold on. Hold on. You are going far too quick. A marriage agreement between — between which — who exactly?"

"You—" Her finger came up at him. "—and me." The finger swung back at herself.

"Do not play dumb, Lin Xuan. I know you are not that kind of stupid. Do not insult either of us." She did not wait for him to recover. "Anyway. I have to go. In two months I will visit your sect. I expect an answer by then. You will have plenty of time to think." Her smile arrived crooked at the corner. "Plenty of time, in fact, to think about me, which is the part of this I find genuinely amusing. Until then, Young Master."

She inclined her head a small precise degree and walked off across the gravel toward the Frostmoon outrider waiting at the gate.

Lin Xuan did not move for several breaths.

[ Truly a strange woman. She did that on purpose, you know — so you cannot get her out of your head for two whole months. ]

’...I am aware.’

[ I admire her, honestly. ]

’Mira. Not now.’

The residence door opened behind him a second time. This one was his father.

Lin Zhen came down the steps with Madam Mei a half pace behind him and Elder Ren a half pace behind her. The patriarch wore the patriarch’s face. Madam Mei wore the polite frozen mask of a first wife at a public event, the same mask she had worn in the tribune yesterday. Elder Ren had put no expression on his at all.

The three of them crossed the forecourt to the carriages without exchanging a word.

’It seems we are finally leaving.’

[ It seems we are. ]

Lin Xuan mounted the lead carriage. Wei climbed in a moment later, the boxes finally surrendered to a chest, the sweat at his hairline pretending not to be sweat. Lian followed him in with the small fuss of a maid making certain her two boys had not forgotten any small thing on the way down the three steps. The second carriage filled with his father, Madam Mei, and Elder Ren, in the same order they had walked.

The convoy began to move. The gates of the Yuncheng residence eased open. The wheels found their rhythm on the morning stone.

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In the inner pocket of Lin Xuan’s robe, against his ribs, the small bronze weight of the Soul Lamp warmed half a degree.

He did not need to lift it out to read the wicks. He had memorized the arrangement the night before. Gold flames burning evenly. One faint flickering red for a stepbrother in the carriage seat ahead of him, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his face still. And one slow, deep violet, breathing the same patient rhythm it had been breathing since he had lit it.

Madam Mei, in the second carriage, watched nothing through the half-drawn screen.

The pigeon she had sent a few nights past was already somewhere on the road, well past the city, well past recall.

The violet did not flicker.

It had no reason to.

The deed it tracked had already left her hands.