Chapter 67: Chapter 67

Liu Mei’s ice crystal notebook hung in the air between them like a frozen accusation. The pages glowed with captured qi, each one a perfect record of moments Hunter had desperately hoped would stay forgotten. She studied the first page with the detached interest of someone reviewing experimental data.

"Subject first identified four months ago during Red Maple Shadow Squirrel swarm incident." Her voice carried the clinical precision of someone who’d spent two centuries turning observations into reports. "Initial anomaly: Newly advanced Foundation Realm cultivator demonstrating Shadow Step technique while rescuing merchant caravan from spirit beast attack."

The page shifted, showing Hunter mid-technique. Shadows wrapping around his legs as he moved between darkness like water flowing downhill. The image was perfect. Crystallized memory preserved in ice that captured every detail.

"Shadow Step is forbidden technique," Liu Mei continued. Her tone suggested she was explaining why water was wet. Obvious fact requiring clarification. "Only three practitioners exist within Azure Cloud Sect. Technique requires minimum twenty years dedicated study under master instruction. Subject had been Foundation Realm for approximately three days when observed using it with intermediate proficiency."

One of Elder Feng’s cultivators leaned forward. Young man with sharp eyes and sharper spiritual sense. "That’s impossible. Shadow Step’s complexity exceeds what any junior cultivator could comprehend through manual study alone."

"Correct assessment," Liu Mei agreed. "Which indicated three possibilities. First, subject is ancient cultivator disguised as junior. Second, subject obtained forbidden manual through theft or murder. Third, subject received direct instruction from hidden expert."

She turned pages. The notebook displayed more scenes. Hunter practicing alone in forests. Stumbling through basic movements. Setting himself on fire making breakfast. The progression from incompetent to functional played out in frozen snapshots.

"Extended observation eliminated first possibility. Subject demonstrates genuine ignorance of basic cultivation world concepts. Attempted to eat spirit tree branch as food. Tried brushing teeth with poisonous bark. Asked three separate merchants what ’spirit stones’ were despite being Foundation Realm cultivator who should know currency." Liu Mei’s professional mask cracked slightly. Just enough for Hunter to see amusement lurking underneath. "Pattern suggests genuine newcomer to cultivation rather than disguised expert."

Behind Hunter, someone choked on suppressed laughter. Definitely Tao. Always Tao.

"The second possibility," Liu Mei continued, pages turning to show Hunter talking to empty air. Multiple scenes. Different locations. Always the same pattern of one-sided conversation. "Also eliminated. Subject exhibits no guilt regarding technique acquisition. No nervousness about potential theft discovery. Instead, subject converses regularly with invisible entity using terms suggesting instructor relationship."

The images showed Hunter arguing with nothing. Gesturing at air. Looking frustrated while addressing someone who wasn’t there. In one particularly vivid scene, he was shouting "That’s not helpful, Luna!" at empty forest while three confused bandits watched their leader have a breakdown.

"Subject refers to entity as ’Luna,’" Liu Mei noted. "Observed over two hundred separate occasions engaging in what appears to be question and answer format. Subject asks technical questions, pauses as if listening, then responds to unheard answers. Sometimes with gratitude. More often with frustration and complaints."

She turned to a page filled with quoted text. Hunter’s voice preserved in ice scripture. "’Why does it have to be this way?’ ’Can’t we find another option?’ ’I really don’t want to do this.’ ’There has to be alternative solution.’ Subject exhibits consistent pattern of resistance to unseen directives followed by reluctant compliance."

Elder Feng studied the frozen conversations with growing interest. "He’s receiving instruction from someone. Or something. The question is what."

"My assessment suggests third possibility most likely," Liu Mei said. Her tone shifted slightly. Less clinical, more interpretive. "Subject had fortuitous encounter. Received inheritance from dying expert or discovered ancient artifact containing expert’s remnant soul. Standard cultivation world occurrence. The entity ’Luna’ represents this inheritance providing guidance."

Hunter felt his heart restart. She was giving him an out. The mysterious master trope. The ring grandpa explanation that every cultivation story used. She was handing him a cover story wrapped in professional assessment.

"That would explain the impossible progression," the sharp eyed cultivator observed. "Hidden expert teaching forbidden techniques. Rapid advancement through superior methods. The conversations are subject communicating with his mysterious master."

"Precisely," Liu Mei agreed. Pages turning to show combat scenes. "Subject’s behavioral pattern supports inheritance hypothesis. Demonstrates catastrophic incompetence at basic tasks while showing exceptional competence during combat situations. Suggests theoretical knowledge from expert teaching without practical experience in daily life applications."

New images appeared. Hunter fighting squirrels with surprising skill. Then immediately after, Hunter falling into a stream while trying to wash his face. The contrast was almost comedic.

"Subject set himself on fire twice while making breakfast," Liu Mei noted. "Using different methods. Both times required Foundation Realm healing to regenerate hair. Yet same subject eliminated twenty one Blood Path cultivators with professional precision during Iron Wolves confrontation. Pattern inconsistency suggests split between inherited combat knowledge and personal life experience."

"Or suggests he’s terrible at everything except violence," Teacher Bai muttered from behind Hunter.

"Both interpretations have merit," Liu Mei said. Was that humor in her voice? Hard to tell through professional delivery. "Continuing timeline. Week eight, subject established Shadow Legion through elevating mortal bandits to cultivation. Technique sharing on that scale requires either extensive resources or inherited method for rapid advancement. Subject possessed neither resources nor traditional training, further supporting mysterious inheritance conclusion."

The pages showed the panic trio’s transformation. Tao, Xuan, and Lex covered in black sludge, breaking through to Body Refining while Hunter looked half dead from spiritual exhaustion.

"Week twelve, refugee acceptance." Liu Mei’s tone shifted again. Subtle change. "Subject initially voted against charging refugees for shelter and protection. Direct quote preserved." She read from ice scripture. "’We don’t charge desperate people for basic humanity. That’s not who we are.’"

The words hung in cold air. Evidence that Hunter had tried. Had wanted different path.

"Subject was overruled by group consensus," Liu Mei continued. "Eventually implemented fee structure under combined pressure from companions and apparent directive from his mysterious master. Post decision observation showed signs of psychological distress lasting six hours. Not standard bandit behavior. Standard bandit celebrates successful extortion. Subject mourned the necessity."

She turned pages. Each one adding complexity to the picture. Not simple demon. Not straightforward criminal. Something more complicated.

"Week fourteen, toll road implementation." New scenes appeared. Hunter pacing. Arguing with air. Looking progressively more miserable over seventy four minute period. "Subject received apparent directive from inheritance entity. Observed extended resistance. Multiple attempts to find alternative solutions. Eventually complied while exhibiting visible distress."

The final image showed Hunter afterward. Sitting alone. Head in hands. Looking like someone who’d lost something important.

Elder Feng leaned closer. "He doesn’t want to do these things."

"Pattern analysis suggests internal conflict between subject’s personal ethics and directives from mysterious master," Liu Mei confirmed. "Subject appears to be receiving cultivation tasks designed to temper character through moral challenges. Traditional training method employed by ancient sects. Force disciple to make hard choices. Build resolve through difficult decisions."

She was reframing everything. Making Luna’s mandatory missions sound like legitimate cultivation training. Turning Hunter’s corruption into standard tempering process. Giving sect interpretation that made sense within cultivation world logic.

Hunter wanted to kiss her. Or thank her. Or possibly both. She was saving his life with creative documentation.

"The merchant robbery," Elder Feng said. Voice careful. "That crosses significant lines. How does your assessment address that?"

Liu Mei’s expression remained neutral but something flickered in her ice blue eyes. "Week sixteen, Chen merchant family incident. Most severe moral compromise observed. Subject called meeting with Shadow Legion. Explained situation. Presented choice between robbing merchants to obtain resources or refusing directive from mysterious master with implied consequences."

The page showed the meeting. Hunter looking physically ill. Shadow Legion voting. Nine yes, two no, four abstentions.

"Subject stated during meeting," Liu Mei read from preserved quotes. "’I need to rob them. The alternative is worse. I’m asking for group decision because I can’t make this choice alone.’ Group voted to proceed. Subject participated in robbery while exhibiting extreme distress."

New image. Hunter during the robbery. Pale. Sweating. Looking like he wanted to die.

"Post incident observation." The scene shifted to Hunter alone. Vomiting. Trembling. "Subject experienced immediate physical reaction. Vomiting, tremors, verbal self abuse lasting three hours. Attempted to return partial goods twice before companions intervened. Not standard criminal psychology. Standard criminal celebrates success. Subject treated successful robbery as personal failure and moral catastrophe."

Mingzhu stepped forward slightly. "Because he’s not a criminal. He’s someone being forced to act like one."

"Assessment supports that interpretation," Liu Mei agreed. "Subject’s mysterious master appears to employ harsh training methods. Force disciple into morally questionable situations to build character through adversity. Traditional approach favored by ancient demon subjugation sects. Make cultivator comfortable with necessary evils required for protecting righteousness."

The reframing was brilliant. She was taking Hunter’s crimes and repositioning them as cultivation training. Making the sect see forced corruption as intentional character tempering by hidden expert.

"Week seventeen, Silver Claw Gang confrontation." Combat scenes played out in crystallized memory. Hunter’s Shadow Clone technique creating six perfect copies. "Subject received territorial challenge from professional bandit gang. Responded with overwhelming force. Defeated thirty two cultivators in under three minutes using advanced multiplication technique."

The battle flowed across ice pages. Professional execution. Perfect coordination. Absolute dominance.

"Critical observation," Liu Mei said. "Subject possessed absolute tactical advantage. Could have massacred all opponents without personal risk. Instead chose restraint. Deliberately disabled rather than killed. Allowed mercy when victory justified slaughter. Pattern suggests mysterious master’s training successfully instilled protection of life as core value despite forced moral compromises in other areas."

Elder Feng studied the images carefully. Weighing. Calculating. Making decisions about Hunter’s future with every page turned.

"Your conclusion, Disciple Liu?" he asked formally. "After four months observation. After two hundred forty seven pages of documentation. What is Shadow Rest?"

Liu Mei closed her ice crystal notebook. The glow faded. She met Elder Feng’s eyes directly with the confidence of someone who’d spent four months analyzing one subject and knew her assessment was sound.

"Subject is Foundation Realm cultivator who received fortuitous encounter with hidden expert or ancient inheritance. Mysterious master provides advanced techniques and harsh tempering missions designed to forge character through adversity. Subject resists moral compromises but complies under master’s direction. Retains ethical awareness and guilt despite forced actions. Demonstrates genuine heroism during life threatening situations, particularly involving civilian protection."

She paused. Choosing next words carefully.

"Subject is dangerous. Powerful techniques, rapid advancement, territorial control. Subject is valuable. Cleared Blood Path presence, maintains regional security, shows restraint when possible. Subject is conflicted. Every compromise causes measurable distress. His mysterious master is training him through fire. We merely observe the tempering process."

"And your recommendation?" Elder Feng pressed.

"Affiliated status with monitoring," Liu Mei said. Professional assessment delivered. "Subject desires legitimacy. Will comply with sect oversight. His master clearly intends him for territorial leadership role. We can guide that development through proper channels rather than opposing hidden expert’s training methods. Elimination would be wasteful. He provides genuine value while requiring minimal sect resources." Follow current novᴇls on ⓝovelFire.net

Elder Feng nodded slowly. Processing. Then he turned to Hunter with eyes that had seen through better lies than whatever Hunter was about to tell.

"This mysterious master of yours," Elder Feng said. Voice deceptively casual. "Tell me about him."

Hunter’s mind went completely blank. This was it. The moment. He had to sell the biggest lie of his life to a Foundation Realm Peak cultivator who’d probably heard every deception ever invented.

His mouth opened. Words emerged from pure survival instinct and desperate improvisation.

"I had a fortuitous encounter in the Northern Wilderness," Hunter said. Each word careful. Measured. "A dying senior expert. He passed down inheritance before his soul dispersed. Shadow Step. Other techniques. Cultivation knowledge. He occasionally provides guidance through spiritual imprint left in the inheritance."

"His name?" Elder Feng asked.

"He forbade me from revealing it," Hunter said. Standard mysterious master protocol. "Said his enemies might still search for traces of his legacy. That speaking his name could bring danger to anyone who possessed his techniques."

"Convenient," the sharp eyed cultivator observed.

"Appropriate," Elder Feng corrected. "Hidden experts often require discretion from inheritors. Avoiding enemy attention is basic survival strategy." He studied Hunter carefully. "What can you tell me about him?"

"He’s secretive. Harsh. His training methods involve impossible situations designed to forge character through adversity." Hunter pulled from Liu Mei’s own assessment. "He gives me tasks. Missions that force hard choices. Says a leader must be comfortable with necessary evils or fail when protection requires ruthlessness."

That part was almost true. Luna did exactly that. Just with more emoticons and less philosophical justification.

"Ancient demon subjugation sect methodology," Elder Feng said thoughtfully. "Those sects believed righteousness required willingness to make terrible choices for greater good. Trained disciples through moral challenges. Your master follows old ways."

"Very old," Hunter agreed. "He’s... not gentle about it."

"Clearly." Elder Feng gestured at Liu Mei’s notebook. "Your journey from confused newcomer to territorial leader occurred in four months. Accelerated beyond natural progression. Your master pushes hard."

"He says cultivation world doesn’t offer gentle paths to strength," Hunter said. Channeling every Luna lecture about necessary corruption. "That protecting people requires power and power requires sacrifice. Sometimes that sacrifice is comfort. Sometimes it’s principle. Sometimes it’s pieces of your soul you never get back."

The words came out more honest than intended. Raw truth wrapped in cultivation philosophy.

Elder Feng’s expression shifted. Something like understanding. Like recognition. "Your master sounds like survivor. Someone who learned these lessons through terrible experience. He’s passing that knowledge to you."

"Yes," Hunter said. Grateful for interpretation that made sense. "He wants me to be strong enough to protect what matters. Even when protection requires becoming what I hate."

Silence followed. Elder Feng processing. His cultivators watching. Liu Mei’s ice blue eyes studying Hunter with renewed interest. Seeing through lies to truth underneath. Understanding that whatever entity guided Hunter, the pain was real. The resistance was genuine. The conflict was honest even if the explanation wasn’t.

"We won’t pry into your master’s identity," Elder Feng said finally. "Hidden experts deserve privacy. Their techniques and training methods are personal inheritance, not sect concern. As long as you serve sect interests without practicing demonic cultivation, your mysterious master’s legacy is your business."

Hunter felt his knees unlock. Permission to keep secrets. Sect accepting his cover story. Four months of crimes reframed as harsh cultivation training by hidden expert.

Through desperate improvisation and Liu Mei’s surprisingly generous documentation.

"However," Elder Feng continued. Voice hardening slightly. "We still must address specific violations. Lord Chen’s complaint. The merchant robbery. Unauthorized territorial taxation. These aren’t minor issues regardless of your master’s training methods."

Reality reasserting itself. Still charges to answer. Still crimes to address. Still potential execution on the table.

But at least now he had mysterious master to blame instead of cheerful system artifact that nobody could know about.