[ that's an interesting question. he taps his chin. ]
I believe it would have to be any of the Four Calamities--my master Hua Chengzhu is certainly what you'd call striking. The legends that precede him strike fear into the hearts of anyone, mortal or heavenly. Many years before I came to him, he was the most well known for destroying the livelihoods of 33 separate gods, in a single night. My master challenged them to combat in various forms, and offered his own ashes--his livelihood--if he lost even once. If the gods were to lose, they were to step down from their heavenly posts and return to mortality. It seemed an easy win, so the gods took him up on the offer, and broadcast it out to their followers in dreams, so they could see the punishing of a ghost. But.... despite going up against martial and literature gods--the very strongest of their kind--my master never lost, in physical and mental combat alike.
However, the gods are fickle, and so they refused to step down. Hua Chengzhu retaliated by burning every single one of their temples, all across the land, in one night. Their believers saw this, combined with their crushing defeats in the dreams and began to lose faith. In the end, all 33 were disgraced, and sent back to the mortal realm.
[ this storytelling is kind of fun, actually. it reminds him of the old days in his cultivation sect, surrounded by his shidi as he gave a lesson. quan yizhen sitting almost in his lap, barely ten years old, his huge eyes shining as he stared at yin yu's face. it's nice. ] Since then, my master has earned the name 'Crimson Rain Sought Flower' amongst the people of all realms. Legend says he wreaked havoc upon the lair of a wrath-level demon, so much so that he caused a rain of blood to fall down from the sky. However, as the massacre ended, Chengzhu spotted a white flower among the carnage, and opened an umbrella over the top of it and protected it from the rain. There are his wraith butterflies, too--
[ ah. he stops himself, with a little laugh and a shake of his head. ] ...Well, you get the idea. Chengzhu is certainly striking.
[frightening, but... definitely interesting. he holds her attention as he speaks, and she leans forward as she listens, her eyes bright and excited to hear more.
tell her the lore, yin yu!!]
So he was powerful, but he... believed in fairness. That is why he punished them, no? Because they did not keep their word.
[...at least, that's what it sounds like to her.]
Please, tell me of his wraith butterflies! What were they like?
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I believe it would have to be any of the Four Calamities--my master Hua Chengzhu is certainly what you'd call striking. The legends that precede him strike fear into the hearts of anyone, mortal or heavenly. Many years before I came to him, he was the most well known for destroying the livelihoods of 33 separate gods, in a single night. My master challenged them to combat in various forms, and offered his own ashes--his livelihood--if he lost even once. If the gods were to lose, they were to step down from their heavenly posts and return to mortality. It seemed an easy win, so the gods took him up on the offer, and broadcast it out to their followers in dreams, so they could see the punishing of a ghost. But.... despite going up against martial and literature gods--the very strongest of their kind--my master never lost, in physical and mental combat alike.
However, the gods are fickle, and so they refused to step down. Hua Chengzhu retaliated by burning every single one of their temples, all across the land, in one night. Their believers saw this, combined with their crushing defeats in the dreams and began to lose faith. In the end, all 33 were disgraced, and sent back to the mortal realm.
[ this storytelling is kind of fun, actually. it reminds him of the old days in his cultivation sect, surrounded by his shidi as he gave a lesson. quan yizhen sitting almost in his lap, barely ten years old, his huge eyes shining as he stared at yin yu's face. it's nice. ] Since then, my master has earned the name 'Crimson Rain Sought Flower' amongst the people of all realms. Legend says he wreaked havoc upon the lair of a wrath-level demon, so much so that he caused a rain of blood to fall down from the sky. However, as the massacre ended, Chengzhu spotted a white flower among the carnage, and opened an umbrella over the top of it and protected it from the rain. There are his wraith butterflies, too--
[ ah. he stops himself, with a little laugh and a shake of his head. ] ...Well, you get the idea. Chengzhu is certainly striking.
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tell her the lore, yin yu!!]
So he was powerful, but he... believed in fairness. That is why he punished them, no? Because they did not keep their word.
[...at least, that's what it sounds like to her.]
Please, tell me of his wraith butterflies! What were they like?