Chapter 228
Communication with a human was extremely simple. The rise of cultivators led to a single language being predominant. Just sharing a language wasnt enough, but Anton had taken his training seriously. Insight, Voice, Emotion, and Earthly Connection all on some level involved communication with others so misunderstandings would be rare.
Animals were another thing entirely, but Anton found that natural energy went a long way towards expressing his thoughts and desires. If one were trying to be duplicitous in some regard, a cultivators energy might still reveal their true intentions. Even when very tightly controlled, it was a part of a person on a deep level that could reveal their inner self. Anton supposed that was even more true after passing the threshold for Essence Collection.
When he approached the pregnant doe with friendly intentions, he had thought she would simply skitter off. The acorns had let her closer, but animals werent so easily dealt with. Yet he managed to get the doe to follow a trail of food and eat from his hand. He had thought she would be especially cautious considering her current state, but he was wrong.
He kept himself friendly as he tried to talk to her, knowing she probably wouldnt understand. Even if Fuzz certainly seemed to know when he was being spoken to and the orders he was receiving, that was developed over a longer time. Just because an animal possessed natural energy and some intelligence didnt mean it would instantly understand speech. And Anton doubted there had been anyone around who could speak in a very long time.
But the deer came along with him. Not at a quick pace, but Anton found that just as well. It gave him time to find tidbits for the creature to eat as well as gathering samples of the various plants around him. He even found more types useful for improving his cultivation with the density of energy they contained. The forest was nothing if not abundant with life.
Sure, some of that life wanted to kill him- but it was easily deterred. His eyes locked on a small pack of wolves circling around. They had interesting coloration, orange-red fur with patches of brown along with their golden eyes. But they clearly wanted to eat either himself or the doe. He didnt even have to fire a shot, summoning his energy and simply glowering at the creatures.
Perhaps it was pointless to spare the lives of creatures that wouldnt live more than a few days, but it was also pointless to fight them. Even if the creatures were some component of whatever test was taking place around him, Anton found it unnecessary to kill them when he wasnt going to make use of them and they wouldnt be hurting anyone.
As they continued onward, Anton realized something. While deer didnt always travel in packs, it was strange for a pregnant female to be alone. Perhaps something had happened to leave her solitary, which led to her taking protection from wherever she could get it. Namely, a strange human.
Having spent most of his interactions with deer hunting them, Anton was surprised how much his companion moved around at night. She slept lightly and didnt seem comfortable staying in one place. Anton was glad he didnt require much sleep, because he was quite sensitive to such movement in a dangerous place. Nothing actually approached them, but the pair ended up watching out for each other regardless.
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Early in her life, Chikere had found that sometimes people made fun of her intelligence. She had come to terms with the fact that her strict focus could make her seem stupid to some people. After she began cultivating and was more dangerous, she mostly didnt interact with people at all.
But she wasnt stupid. She knew that swords didnt just naturally grow in forests. But she sure as anything was going to go where her senses led her, even if her senses also said that it was a sword tree.
Along the way she encountered a number of creatures that took exception to her passage. She gave them all the chance in the world to not die. All they had to do was stay outside of the reach of her swords. Otherwise, they would find themselves in several pieces. That included plants that also seemed to think she might be tasty. Instead, she ate them. And most of them werent even poisonous. As for the one that was, she simply ground the poison into nothing inside of her. It didnt prevent a stomachache, but at least she didnt have to deal with whatever the real effects would be. If it had been a terribly strong poison, she would have just sensed it before she ate it.
This moss is a formation, Catarina said.
I could tell it covered one made of stone, Hoyt said, Nature doesnt tend to create many large circles. What does this stone formation do?
Nothing, Catarina said.
Is it really a formation then? Hoyt asked.
It cant not be, Catarina said. But I meant precisely what I said. The moss is a formation. Not concealing it or covering it. The moss itself is responsible for the formation.
Well, Hoyt said. Thats intriguing. What does it do?
Sparks curiosity, Catarina said matter-of-factly. And attempts to lull people into reaching the wrong conclusions about its existence. But it could do anything? She tilted her head, The problem would be growing it. Catarina stood up, pulling out her sword. I have to have it.
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Anton didnt really know how he would practically bring the doe away with him when he left. It might just be a pointless endeavor, and she would remain behind in the forest after this particular trial was over. Yet he had to try. He was quite certain she came from a lineage that had long ago disappeared. The wolves had been too hostile to work with, but he found other interesting things.
The current subject of his attention was almost missed by Anton. It wasnt that it was hidden from his sight, but instead by their very nature he almost ignored them. Ants. They werent unnaturally sized ants possessed with great natural energy. They were just normal sized- or maybe slightly large- dark colored ants. But what was interesting about them wasnt how they looked, but what they were doing. Specifically, crossing a stream.
For Anton and the deer, it was a couple of steps. For the ants, it was over a hundred times their body length, potentially including antennae. At first it didnt look like much. Just a trail of ants moving to the edge of the stream. He presumed ants had to drink somehow, so it made plenty of sense. But they werent returning with tiny beads of water, but instead slowly gathering. Several of them stepped out onto the water. Surface tension kept them afloat, and locking limbs with ants behind them kept them attached to the shore.
Then another ant climbed over them until it was at the front, locking itself on as more and more crawled over them. The width of the chain increased slightly as they went along, from a single ant wide to two or three in places. The route across the stream was hardly efficient- the flow carried them at an angle close to the shore. But the motion of the ants continually swayed the ropelike structure out into the middle of the stream, until it was long enough to touch the other side.
Ants began to walk along at an angle, the long trail marching to the other side of the stream where Anton spotted a dead bird. A mighty feast for a colony of ants, he supposed. He was so engrossed with watching their progress that he didnt notice something sneak into his bag.
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