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Mirja loved Russia. Not only was it the place where two cute girls came from, it was always a brilliant tundra that made her feel so at home. The snow was her home, after all, and nothing would ever stop that. There was also a cool shark guy that was around and while intimidating, he was really just a cuddly bear if you didn't annoy him. But, all that was not why she was here. No, she was here because of the surprisingly large shanty town that had appeared in the middle of Siberia. She wouldn't have thought many people would be able to handle the harshest part of Russia, but that they did. There was stalls for food, arctic equipment for those less prepared for this venture, mercenaries standing around looking tough, and a lot of smart looking people.
And then, milling around, were her people. Fighters, warriors, cultivators. This shanty town was filled with people of Wulin. It was hard to slot herself into this society, they were very closed off to people from the outside. But she managed it eventually by showing that she was also a Cultivator and she had the ability to make elixers. Basic elixers for the lesser fighters of Bronze and low Silver, but still elixers. And so she got in, and now she was here.
Were it not for the group of armed guards and tent surroundings it, Mirja would probably have missed the hatch that led underground to where everyone had gathered for. Whatever was down there was going to be magnificent, since what looked like a tomb had been sealed away with powerful Shen barriers that had only just been broken through. Sure they could have released some ancient evil onto the world, but that was the thrill of it. The fun that came with this sort of expedition. And speaking of fun, she had sent for her student of sorts, Steiner. She'd passed a fair bit onto him, and here she wanted to give him a hobby.
The whole town was filled with a feeling of power. Of eminent strength that Steiner wouldn't have been able to feel before meeting the Wolf. Each person he looked at would resonate within his Dantian and give him feedback about their reletive strength. Being at the very bottom of the ladder, he didn't get anything accurate, just to be told how far above him the people were. And for most, that was pretty far. When he found Mirja, she was stood talking to a beautiful woman with purple hair and the softest features he had ever seen. Even Mirja's perfect complexion seemed to be lesser in this stark comparison. And his Dantian throbbed immensely. To look upon this person was like looking upon the Sun itself.
And then Mirja waved emphatically and dragged him over. The feeling from her was that she was above him, but not in the incredibly Heaven And Earth way that he was to the purple haired girl, or even the men in the camp. "Hey Steiner! This is Ci Lan Tsu. She's the leader of this expedition. Madam Tsu, this is Steiner. He is my new student" She introduced him. The radiant woman smiled, and took out a pouch from her Kimono. "It is a pleasure to meet a new child. May this speed you on your way" she said, before giving Mirja a slight nod and leaving to tend to other parts of the camp. Inside the bag, would be some strange pills, and a few dried roots. "I can promise you those pills will not kill you. They are basic elixiers that will help your cultivation improve. Don't take too many however. Space it out to about, two a week. Else you'll rupture your Dantian and that is not good. It's metaphysical, so you can't use your Tulpa to fix it" She said, before gesturing to the shanty town.
"As for where you are, this is the Shifting Bazaar. It moves all across the world, and it's hard to find without Tai Chi cultivation, which is how it keeps itself a secret, and while it is pretty random, sometimes it just appears where there is sufficient collection of cultivators. Most of the people here are Silver rank, with one or two Gold ranks. Madam Tsu is Black Gold, so try to be respectful, I don't want to scrap what's left of you off the floor if you incur her ire" she explained. There was a twinkle, but also the tone that she was entirely serious about it. And if someone like Mirja was speaking well of Tsu's combat prowess, then it was definitely something to watch out for. "Also, a lot of people are going to be looking down on you because you are the Bronze 1 student of a brutish Barbarian without a Cultivation Technique. That's me. Just gotta shoulder it and eventually you'll hit Black Gold and get to crush those who sneer at you" she exclaimed, giving him a famous Wolf Grin before turning to the tent covering the hatch.
"And that, is why we are here. Hell, it's why everyone is here. Some sort of, tomb that has only just been excavated. There were some really powerful Shen seals that prevented entry. The ones that prevented it from being discovered only faded off last week. And so we are going in there, to explore, see what treasures we can find, and then get rich of selling them off to other people. Sounds great, no?" she exclaimed, before heading off towards the hatch and jumping down, allowing Steiner to follow on his own.
The Tomb was bigger than she could have thought. No wonder people where enthusiastic about this. Something like this, could either store treasure of ages, or have another secret in the chapter of Tai Chi. As they walked along, she spotted some things that where almost there on the walls. Like her Qi-infused eyes needed a bit more power before she could see them. So, something on the walls so powerful she needed to be Silver rank just to perceive them? That was a bit worrying. What kind of tomb was this, that was so heavily sealed away, and so powerfully protected, even now?
"We aren't raiders, we are explorers. We are here to see what this place is, to study and catalog and then see if anything fits us. And if it does, then we get those as payment for services renders. A tomb raider would slip in, under cover of darkness, and steal everything. But we aren't here to steal, so we are explorers" She explained, nodding to him before walking further in. She was going to do a cool thing with her Runes, but he brought a flashlight, which was boring, but ok. She'd let him have that one. And while walking she came to realize how boring things were. This was why she nailed across the plains at mach 10. Walking was so boring, but they have to be vigilant or they would miss something. And something then came they couldn't miss, a broad and open courtyard thing, sorta.
"People came in here a day or two ago. Check for traps and such. Be careful by the way. There might be traps, and I don't want to have wasted all the effort getting you awesome just to see you bisected by a pendulum" she told him, before sniffing. She had a sharper nose than any human, and so could smell something. Following her nose, she found the dead body and gestured Steiner to shine his light on the cadaver. The look, was worrying. Dried out, sunken skin that clung to the bones, and no eyes. It would take months to turn a dead person into this. But, at the same time, nobody had been here in over a thousand years. This body, despite the impossibility, had to be fresh. "Now, what could have happened to you? Strange mechanism for a trap. Effective, I'll admit, but-" she was cut off by the corpse jolting, and then slowly standing up.
Walking bodies was interesting, so she watched it for a few moments, and then it took a swipe at her, so she punched it in the chest and sent it soaring off down one of the passageways. In response, the sound of thudding footsteps, heavier than any human, began to sound from all around. "Which way? Well, back the way we came sounds appealing. Alternatively we stay here, wait for whatever is coming to come, and punch the crap out of them all until they run out of things to throw at us" The options were both pretty good, considering.
Heh. Not that it was in doubt, but the kid had guts. It was cool to see. When faced with odds like this, and powerful warriors at your back, it was only natural to believe that you should go get help from people less liable to die. Dying kind of put all your plans on hold for the rest of the eternity. She could get fighting to the death while there was no other choice, but this was far from a no choice situation. "Well, the good news is that the undead and stone soldiers would have triggered all the traps. No need to worry about them" She exclaimed, looking at the creatures while Steiner fought.
They were animated by something strange. Something that invigorated their bodies and made them tough and hard to cut. it looked from the outside that there was little resistance, but that was always true when you watched someone do something. And the way they crumbled rather than just collapsed, was a big giveaway on the idea that these guys were not exactly something that you'd find wandering around. They were being puppeted. This tomb was massive, running aimlessly would not do any good. So she reached into her pouch and fished out a pair of runes. Whispering to them, she threw them high, and they took off after their quarry.
"Bravery is commendable, but don't die. Know when to cut and run. It's not like you are going to put anyone up there at risk" She told him. Hopefully, he would take it on board because Mirja, was gone a few seconds after she had said that. following her runes in search of the master behind these puppets. She moved far to fast for them to ever try to catch her, and too fast for any traps she activated to hit her. A pressure pad causing spears to drop would see her on the other end of the hall before the spears had come half way.
After getting outside of the horde's range and following her runes, she eventually came to a very large door. Enpowered and crafted specifically with great care, it was not something that would break easily. But she had to get in there, and had to break whoever was doing this so she could protect her student. Steiner was too stupid to retreat, and so she drew three runes from her pouch, blew on them, and invested her will into them. It was a new trick, and something that she wasn't sure would even work. But she threw them behind her anyway. If all went well, they would find their way to Steiner, and prevent him from getting killed, if nothing else.
The Fight. Reading optional:
And then there was the door. Well, what was she going to do with that? Walking up to it, she felt as if she was slowly walking towards a monster, of impeccable beauty. Something that had transcended reality and become something all at once horrifying, and captivating. And now she stood before it. And a few seconds of quite contemplation were brought to a grinding halt by the door opening, inviting her into the den of this...demon. Mirja quickly took one of her more potent elixers, and then stepped in, suppressing her own urge to run out screaming and trying to calm Hvit.
As it turned out, calming Hvit was not needed, since as soon as she entered, she felt the girl suddenly trapped behind a wall. And the door slammed shut behind her, nothing she could destroy without Hvit's assistance. And inside there was a throne, great and gaudy. Gilded with gold and inlaid with rubies, sapphires, and diamonds. The chair itself would weight nearly a hundred kilos from all the fancy bits on it, and it's sheer size. But, the most amazing thing was that the oppulence of the chair was dwarfed by the armlets that the man sat on the thrown wore. Reaching from knuckle to elbow, the soft crimson colour was coated with etchings and drawings in a tremendously complex, criss-crossing fashion. Whoever had made them had the skill and patience of a virtuoso. There were a pair of armlets that could not be bought in this world, such was their rarity. To come across them was like walking into a cave and finding it studded with metric tons of the most flawless gems imaginable. Black Gold rank, Gestalt armlets. There was only one problem.
The man wearing them, was even more rare. To look at him, was like looking at the sun. But not just any old person staring at the flaming ball of gas in the sky. No, it was as if she had been born underground, lived for a hundred years in the darkness, and then was suddenly thrust above ground to bare witness to this. It was so great that her Dantian didn't register him in relation to her. It's scale was simply to tremendous. Like an ant sat on a whale and trying to comprehend the entire being it was upon. Not impossible, just highly improbable. What she stood in front of, was an expert in the Yu-Shan realm. A Legend, even in the prime of Wulin when there were nearly twenty times the number of cultivators there were today. Here and now, there was little chance Mirja could handle him without Hvit. She was falling apart just being in his presence, worse than anything she had ever been. A part of her knew that it was just the effect of his incomprehensible Shen pushing down her Qi to a point that it weighed down on her mentality itself. So few people had the power to do anything like this these days, so it was historic more than anything else. He then stepped down from his throne and walked across the room.
"You are a strange Concubine. Shapely but surprisingly lupine. But I guess they have finally come around-" the man's voice was deep and powerful, reverberating off the walls and filling the entire room with his power. But, he was cut off by a wolf-shaped missile launching its way towards with astronomical speed, and a complete opposite of hesitation. There was a red glint in her beautiful silver eyes, and a new pressure warred with his heavenly might. Solidified, tangible bloodlust. Thunderous and petrifying, were he not who he was, there would be a primal urge to simply collapse and sob. As it was, he just moved out of her way, red contrails following a movement impossibly fast, putting him half way across the world before he looked back, keeping eye-contact with the now maniacal wolf.
"Sorry. You're pissing me off. Could you die?" she asked, following the contrails to where he was. That he could avoid her, was a neat trick. But his careless words had pushed her into mindset that was almost impossible to subdue.
"Love to break it to you, but nobody's come around to anything. You, have been forgotten in your little prison and only just exhumed out of curiosity. And probably greed as well. And you, you are going to die because you ran your big fat mouth" Mirja told him, staring with a look, not quite there. And then he was on her, his feet moving with such speed powered by such vast Shen...he was too powerful for her to be able to sense what he was channeling, and so she used the only real technique she had. Hundred-man Gauntlet Fist. With a bit of help from God-Bashing Blows. The first strike was a solid punch to her chest, which she barely managed to deflect, a boom erupting as she made contact. Three Thunder Fists, then, it seemed. He did it amazingly. Could even be the guy that made it. Who knew. Mirja simply adapted to not blocking or parrying after even with a technique as powerful as God Bashing Blows he was barely fazed. The follow up strike was a knife-hand strike to her neck that she only managed to avoid due to her grotesque flexibility. Throwing herself backwards she kicked up, her Eve Prime legs connecting with his chin beautifully. Her legs, several times more powerful than the rest of her body due to their unique nature and their voracious consumption of her Earth-Defying Array, was enough to tear the head off a granite statue twenty foot tall and twenty food wide. Which was why she was shocked that the man was only knocked backwards, nearly falling over before he managed to regain his balance. Kicking him felt like the walls of the Vastimian training ground. She still never managed to get through those.
"Nice trick. Mind if I steal it?" she asked, giving him a rather, dramatic grin. "That would imply I lose first. Not something I plan on" he replied, before coming again. Such power, and such martial skill as well. He perfectly predicted Mirja's dodge and his fist smashed into her face, white contrails flowing behind the fist, and then it shattered bone and launching her backwards, only her impossible balance allowing her to keep her feet from being blown out from under her. That was more than he should have been able to hit with. Three Thunder Fists was strong, but that, was too strong. Add in the contrails, and there was only one option left.
"Tail of the Red Pheonix, Claws of the White Tiger, Shell of the Black Tortoise, and i'm going to say Breath of the Azure Dragon is controlling the bodies. That makes you the Sage of Four Symbols" She swished her tail and grinned. Her tail was brilliant, it had so many expressions that it could help with. "I can see now why you get such a brilliant prison. You are not a person that can be treated with kiddy gloves"
The man, for his part, gave a broad grin. "You might just be a bronze-realm pup, but you've got some power behind you, and you seem to know your stuff even after so long" he brushed a hand across his chin, rubbing the bruise that was forming there before looking back to her. "I'll watch my tongue so you don't try to rip it out again, but you are not someone to simply brush aside. I will give you the honor of seeing the apex of Wulin"
Mirja watched carefully, and then he lit up. Previously a glorious sun,now he was a blinding supernova. Closing the gap faster than Mirja could perceive - or so he thought - Two fists collided with simultaneous precision into her gut, rupturing organs, shattering bone and incapacitating her in a single moment. And then the next moment there was merely a Shihakusho with the impact hole in it. The second of surprise was all Mirja needed, having already moved into position and burned an enhanced Chai Kick coupled with Saigen to provide the sheer explosive force she needed. And it worked. His Specialized Technique was amazing but it wasn't enough to keep out Mirja's full power. Tai Chi wasn't scaled for someone of Mirja's level when she really threw down. Digging deeply into his skin and ripping her claws upwards, she shredded the skin on his back, spilling blood and rent skin everywhere, her claws not digging deep enough to get bone but she did a lot of damage, splitting open his back from asscrack to shoulder blade before smoothly sliding back from his feral swing. No skill or precision there, it was merely a gut reaction to pain he had not felt in a millennium.
"That's.....an interesting trick..." he gasped, leaking his life's blood from the massive rent in his back. "Mind....if...I steal it?" He finished. His skin was turning more pale by the second and he was having trouble staying on his feet. And by gods the smell of his blood was firing Mirja's engines. The desire to rip, tear, kill, and maim was almost irrepressible, and it was mirrored in the increased potency of the aura in the room. And then he died. Even a man like him couldn't survive a wound like that. It was amazing he survived that long. And a few seconds after the light faded from his eyes, he rushed her again, with the same ferocity that she had come to expect from the man in the short time they had been fighting. Pushing all her Qi to her fists she rushed headlong to meet him, no longer thinking of the puny things such a 'self-preservation' or what might happen after this fight. She was going to tear him limb from limb until there was not enough of him left to keep moving.
And then, it was all over. She was a mess. Her Territorial Tulpa was pushed to it's limit keeping her alive and even then she was barely on her feet. Bastard had her here for so long she had lost count of the hours. She had succeeded in her original goal. The puppets would have stopped moving shortly after he died, but then what would Steiner be thinking? Would he be worried when they fell apart and she didn't return? Would he go get someone to look for her? Or would he go looking for treasure, assuming that was what she was doing? The thought of treasure got her to look down at the dead body at her feet. She had turned it into minced meat as she burned through his Shen. Who would have thought. At the moment of death, he used Breath of Azure Dragon on himself. That was literally, undying determination.
But to the victor goes the spoils. So she leaned forward to grab the armlets and collapsed. Her body screamed at the idea of getting up, and so she just stayed there. pulling the armlets off what was left of his arms, she hugged them tight. And then conked off to sleep. Steiner would find her eventually, and consciousness was a battle harder fought than the one she had just finished.