Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 11: Chapter 10

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The routine of daily practice for seven hours in the morning followed by lunch and again five hours of practice until dinner continued for the next four days. As there were now only 3 days remaining before the Disciple Selection. Cao Lao decided to begin the journey towards Giant’s Fall. The hired guards including Mu Feng and Ling Xuan also all stopped their business and began the last leg of the journey. This time Ling Xuan instead of sitting in the caravan like last time, now was walking along the caravan with the other guards at the adept realm and above whereas those who were in the apprentice realm sat in the caravan. Ling Xuan diligently walked beside the caravan and kept his surveillance high. The journey to Giant’s Fall through the WarHammer Crater was an arduous one as not only was the terrain rocky but there were also Wild Beasts that ran amok here along with bandits. Yet the guards for 3 hours didn’t encounter anything. In fact it was so boring that most of the time all the guards would talk with each other to pass time. “Master, can you tell me why there are so few GrandMasters in the Empire?” Ling Xuan asked Mu Feng. Mu Feng was for a moment taken aback by Ling Xuan’s question but he answered nonetheless. “Grand Master signifies the perfection of the mortal, they are beings who in the Old Times of Myths were considered to be Demi-Gods with only the Mythical Beasts being above. Now achieving perfection of mortality is already one of the hardest things to do as the path to reaching said perfection differs from every single life here. Now you will ask why then do Sects have generational Grand Masters? The answer to that is a mystery for most and they will assume just the techniques being that good but for those who have worked for them they know a bit of the truth.” Mu Feng stopped for a moment to glance at his surroundings then continued. “You see these sects have something that allows them to transfer the cultivation of an individual to another one who practises the same cultivation technique. This makes it so that no disciple has to actively search for perfection and instead just have to be a powerful enough Master rank individual.” Revealed Mu Feng completely, stunning Ling Xuan. As Ling Xuan was about to ask another question Cao Lao called out to him. “Ling'er, how is your cultivation progressing?” Asked the old merchant. “I have broken through to the Adept Realm and am currently in the intermediate phase.” Ling Xuan truthfully answered. “I see, ah I still remember when Hao’er reached the apprentice realm and went to the Nine Swan Bridge to confess his love to his beloved.” Cao Lao started mumbling. The confused Ling Xuan was about to ask who they were before Cao Lao switched the topic. “So are you confident that you will be able to join a sect?” Cao Lao turned serious and asked Ling Xuan in a stern tone. “Yes Uncle Cao, I am confident that I will enter a sect”, answered Ling Xuan with determination in his eyes. After staying with Cao Lao for more than two weeks Ling Xuan started calling him uncle rather than addressing him as a great elder. “It is very good to have confidence at this time of one's life.” Cao Lao nodded approvingly. The confused Ling Xuan then moved away from Cao Lao and went back to guarding the caravan alongside Mu Feng. “Old Cao once had a family you know about 30 years ago during Xia Meng’s rule.” Mu Feng spoke as he looked at the caravan. “He had a family?” questioned the still confused Ling Xuan. “Indeed among them Cao Hao was quite a well known mercenary of Purple Soul City with the rank of an expert, but then it all came downhill when some of Cao Lao’s old enemies conspired together and killed Cao Hao through an assassin of Silver Silence.” Mu Feng stopped for a moment before continuing. “Now that the Cao family had lost their most powerful, all enemies that still held enmity towards the family attacked together and nearly wiped it out. Only Cao Lao and his granddaughter survived this ma