Published at 7th of December 2025 9:02 pm

Chapter 5 Refusing The Toast

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Tian slept in, ate a filling breakfast of soy milk and steamed buns, then realized he was jammed. He wanted to get better tea, but the only places he could think of where you could get better than what you already had were the warehouses and the crafters. Quartermaster Wu was finishing her shift at the warehouse, so he couldnt go there to get the tea. But as far as he knew, the crafters didnt craft tea. Tea was a leaf, usually.

He crouched in a corner, drawing circles on the ground while he thought. There were lots of different kinds of tea. Brother Fu had explained in a lot of detail. And it wasnt like the leaves were just plucked and dried. There were lots of ways of treating them, which could make different flavors. That sounded kind of like crafting. It was the best he could come up with. And he had a good relationship with one of the crafters.

Senior Li Xiuning might not be the pillar of the crafters at Depot 4, but she was capable. Her capability meant she had a lot of requests beyond her usual duties, and that meant she did a lot of trading. Best of all, she never wanted to drink tea. She would, however, often let Tian accompany her while she drank wine.

Senior, how good to see you. And may I say you look charming this morning?

Your Senior Brothers taught you to say that, and you are saying that because you want something for me. For some reason Tian could never figure out, she got irritated when he used the phrases his brothers gave him. He didnt know why. He used them to be polite. It worked most of the time on most people.

Yes, Senior. But not for free. I suspect I will be wildly overpaying.

That brightened her eyes, bloodshot and underlined with a wagon-train full of baggage as they were. She had little wrinkles around the corners of her eyes. Her hair was still black and shiny, but he could see her hands starting to thin, the skin loosening, the knuckles protruding. She was starting to show her age. She probably didnt have long to live. Comparatively. But then, who did?

Say more about this overpaying thing. Ive been feeling underappreciated.

Did someone happen to pay for something recently with high quality tea, by any chance?

Sister Li gave Tian an odd look. Not recently, but I did get half a pound of Autumn Fire tea leaves a while back, and they have been sitting in my storage ring ever since. They should still be fresh in their box. Why?

What do you think of this jar of wine?

She grabbed it and carefully looked it over. I think its worth more than half a pound of Autumn Fire tea, and thats good tea.

Good wine?

Lousy wine. But expensive.

Tian blinked. For him, to the extent that he understood the value of things as measured in currency, good equalled expensive, lousy equalled cheap. I dont understand, Senior Sister.

She tapped the label. Im guessing you looted this off a Heretic.

Yes, Senior.

So you know these heretics you have been killing are all working for Black Iron Gorge, one way or another, right?

Tian nodded.

This was made in Black Iron Gorge. Which, from what I have heard, is a chasm more than a mile deep, and lined with all kinds of shops and homes and everything you would need to create a livable city for heretical cultivators. Most especially water. They have a massive desalination operation there, processing the water from brine wells. And do you know the other thing you get from a brine well?

Tian shook his head.

Salt. They are a very, very rich city. Nobody ever said anything to me, but there are definitely above Heavenly Person Level figures holding down the fort there. Its become a massive trade center. Salt and slaves are the two most obvious markets but there are so many more. Herbs, insects, strange metals, all sorts of natural treasures, innumerable weapons and armors, all the spells and arts that Heretics accumulate raiding, all going through the markets and stores of Black Iron Gorge. It is functionally the trade hub for not only the wasteland, but a lot of the surrounding countries. If you have enough strength, and no conscience, it would be hard not to earn a fortune there.

Tians eyes widened. He wondered how heretics could stand up to the combined forces of several sects. It turns out the answer was Money.

Then why are all the heretics so broke?

You think you can live under the protection of such glorious existences for free? Sister Lis laugh would have given Grandpa Jun a run for his throne in the nastiness department. Taxes, fees, costs to rent a room to sleep or a stall in a market, costs to rent a storefront. Costs of food, of raw materials, of skilled labor that you can trust without direct and constant supervision. Endless expenses. They are out here fighting us because they are broke! The rich heretics are in the city or traveling by caravan. Or by sky barge, unpleasant though that thought is.

So why is the wine expensive?

You see much rice growing in the desert?

None, Senior Sister.

Do you know how much rice and clean water it takes to make a jar of wine?

I do not, Senior Sister. A lot?

Recipes vary wildly, but before distillation, it would be about six pounds of rice per gallon of base wine. Then you would evaporate more water out of the base wine, concentrating the alcohol. So a jug like this? Eighteen pounds of rice? Maybe more? Then include all the water needed to steam the rice. Its all imported rice, obviously.

Expensive wine.

Yep. And the water tastes lousy in Black Iron Gorge. So its bad wine, but very, very expensive. Earthly realm heretics use it as a status symbol. Whoever you killed was probably going to offer it to someone as a gift or a bribe.

Tian felt a little internal stab. That was exactly how he had intended to use it.

Look, the label is a talisman, guaranteeing its authenticity and that it hasnt been opened yet. Bribe.

Well. Even if you dont want to drink it, would you trade for it?

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Tian brewed the Autumn Fire tea gingerly. He didnt know how to brew it, and Sister Li hadnt known either. Quartermaster Wus office was surprisingly snug, filled with shelves full of ledgers and made habitable only with two hard chairs and a wide desk. The only examples of the luxuries permitted by her station were the two intensely plush pale green cushions on the chairs. The softness of the cushions seemed to match well with the scent of the tea leaves waiting for the water.

Its a red tea, so it can probably stand up to hotter water than green tea, but other than that, I have no advice. Quartermaster Wu smiled. It was somewhat endearing seeing a plain looking child fussing over his tea set, especially since he was so sincere about everything. It was comforting to know the traditions of the West Town Outer Court that made her continue on to a new generation.

Im sorry, Martial Aunt. I was supposed to study red teas with Senior Brother Fu, but we were still on white and green teas when we left West Town.

Hmm. I think at this point you can call me Auntie Wu. Martial Aunt gets tiresome to hear over and over again.

Tians eyebrows shot up. This was not a small change in relationship. It was entirely welcome, though.

Auntie Wu! He stood and bowed. She chuckled and waved him back to the kettle.

Glad though I am to talk to you, I dont think you came looking for me in the middle of the night for a cup of tea. Whats troubling you?

What do you do when a brother isnt a brother?

Auntie Wu sighed. Lets wait for the tea.

There is no right answer. Sorry. Its depressingly common, and it gets worse when you reach the Heavenly Person level. Remember our conversation about adventuring? Tian hd laid out everything that happened. It never occurred to him not to.

Yes, Auntie Wu. At the Heavenly Person level, progression is tied to adventure, particularly getting to the next realm.

Its a bit more complicated in practice, but thats the gist of it. Well, if two people both believe that their path to immortality hinges on the Wave Cutting Saber forged five thousand years ago by the blind swordsmith Nine Thunder Pei, they arent likely to have an amicable discussion about who would benefit the most and how the other can be reasonably compensated.

Tian nodded. How much is cutting someones path to immortality worth?

Right. So while Heavenly Person cultivators seem calmer than Level Ten cultivators, thats only until benefits are involved. And it seems this Sima is both humiliated and without his benefits.

She raised a hand, stopping Tian from speaking.

Yes, his benefits. The meat was already in his mouth. How could he let a little mouse yank it away from him? He wont wait.

Pardon?

Your next trip out, or the one after, or the one after that. Anyway, it will be soon. He wont make his move inside the base, because hed never escape. But once you are in the Wasteland? He will be waiting. And he will kill you. If he is more hungry for benefits, he will kill you from ambush. If he wants revenge, he will cripple you first, then make you wish for death.

Tian stared into his tea cup. He had been hoping for reassurance.

Stick with large groups. Dont take any missions outside in groups of less than twenty, and dont take any missions with him in it. Have a word with the Mission Hall and explain that, for personal reasons, you dont want to go on any missions with him. Hell, say there was an argument over loot, thats common enough. Then offer them some spirit crystals. How much do you have?

Ive saved forty.

Auntie Wu choked on her own spit. Forty! Are you eating them or something? I thought you would have a few hundred!

How is that possible? The missions dont pay anything like that much. He had looted more, of course, but constant investment in tea, wine and snacks did add up. Everything had to be flown in, so it was all dreadfully expensive.

You work in the hospital. At the very least you could be collecting tips, shuttling things to patients, letting friends visit after hours, that kind of thing, even if you werent skimming supplies.

Tian looked scandalized. I would never!

Auntie Wu covered her face, laughing softly. But you would murder this Sima fellow.

Its not murder if its self defense, Auntie. At least thats what some of the books say.

Semantics. You will try to kill Sima Yu if you think you can do it safely.

Yes.

No problem looting bodies.

Why would that be a problem?

Handling corpses?

No, thats pretty normal, I think.

Would you rob someone to feed yourself?

Of course.

Kill someone to feed yourself?

Tian hesitated. It would probably depend on the circumstances. A heretic, sure.

At least you are honest, in your fashion. So why wouldnt you stoop to earning a little extra income at your job?

Because then I wouldnt be doing my job, Auntie Wu. And if I dont do my job, good brothers and sisters will die. And Id rather be poor than live knowing I did that. If I am poor. Because I dont feel poor. He didnt mention that he knew doing such a thing would disappoint Brother Fu and Elder Rui deeply. Tian would do almost anything to avoid that.

You are only slightly richer than the brokest Earthly Realm heretics you are hunting. You are poor. Its hard to get far when you dont have money paving the way. Gathering wealth and resources is a core part of your growth, especially at higher levels. She sighed. Got any wine?

A few jugs, yes.

Call it a gift to whoever is on duty at the Mission hall. Some wine, and all your spirit crystals. If you really have to, drop my name. But dont unless you really, really have to. There are politics involved, and you are already in the middle of one mess. You dont want to be in the middle of another. I think you know why asking me to make a move is useless.

Tian nodded. He would do that. Neither of them mentioned that it wasnt really a solution. Neither was having Auntie Wu warn Sima. The deterrence of the Inner Court only went so far, and it wasnt far at all in the Wasteland. Dragging things out wasnt a bad idea. People died every day on patrol. One day, it might well be Simas turn. Tian smiled slightly to himself. Auntie Wu hadnt discouraged him from killing Sima. He just needed to make the right opportunity.

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