Q/A

HEAVY SPOILERS FOR THE PUBLIC DEMO

Tang Yichen:

Emperor Tang Yichen, the Celestial emperor, the Dragon Taming Emperor, the Flame Devil Paragon, Butcher of the Purple Stone, the Fire-breathing Tyrant and heir to the living god Tang Wei, forgive my audacity, but why have you allowed the eastern clans to maintain their “independence”? With your power you could easily crush the petulant bastards and bring them under heel.

The old, hunchback man raises his head and looks at you.

“Your audacity is not forgiven,” he says, “Leave, before I turn you into ash for asking questions you shouldn’t.”

Mei:

How far would you go for someone you loved?

She smiles, sweetly, the look in her eyes gentle and soft.

“You will probably laugh at me, but… I’m a romantic. A hopeless one. I believe that if you love someone, you will do whatever it takes for them – even things that you thought were impossible for you to accomplish. Love, after all, is not easy to find. And if the Heavens bless you to find your other half, you must treasure them with everything you have.”

Any backup plan for killing the Chen bastard? The fucking cockroach survived the fucking bomb exploding inside him, or point blank if he managed to spit it out, fucking bastard. You really should look into making something that deals with regeneration, anyone of note seems to have it.

Surprise flickers in her expression, eyes widening slightly.

“He… survived a 99,999 stuffed inside his mouth?” she clarifies, a tremble creeping into her voice, “That shouldn’t be pos-”

She stops, composes herself, and nods at you with one of those friendly, artificial smiles you’ve grown to recognize.

“Thank you for trying, Junior Brother. That bomb was already laced with anti-regeneration components, but it seems they were not enough. I’ll need some time to find a solution.”

If you could through some magic choose to have been born as a man instead would you?

She winks and twirls.

“And lose all of this beauty? No, thank you.”

Tang Wei:

You know, your dreams never did say what happened to your sister. Or our sister, I suppose. I feel like I know the answer, but still… did you get to see her one last time?

His otherworldly composure cracks. You see the pain, the grief hidden in his ancient gaze.

“Blood King refused to let me search for her. He said I needed to at least reach Core Formation before he allowed me outside. I know now, it was merely a ploy to motivate me,” he sighs, “My sister died a month after she was kidnapped.”

Is there other ways to increase my power aside from killing?

Tang Wei chuckles, amused.

“Are you reluctant to take lives, little one?” he asks, “Don’t be. The world will not hesitate to rid you of yours. But, I suppose, there is. A few dozen of Qi Stones are scattered throughout the Celestial Empire. If you find a blacksmith skilled enough, you could try refining artifacts into pure energy as well.”

What have you done to me, you bastard? All of my power, contained in the essence of my blood, the thing that very much defined my reason to prevail, you erased it without a trace, and instead gave me a new body that can only grow in power as long as I indulge in senseless cruelty. Explain yourself!

“You are too loud, child,” he reprimands and waves his hand. Your mouth disappears, sews itself shut with the skin of your face, “That’s better.”

Assuming I find your remaining Qi stones and follow your bloody path of cultivation, how soon can I surpass liza- I mean the young swordsman outside in cultivation?

“You will progress extremely quickly. A few years, at most, is what it will take you to stand at the top of this world,” Tang Wei explains, “But that boy is extraordinary and I do not give praise lightly. If he was born in my world, Immortals would fight to have him as a disciple. I’ve never seen a soul so attuned to the sword, not to mention that physique of his he still has no idea about. As soon as he discovers it, and that shouldn’t be long, the boy will match your pace. Ha! I’m almost tempted to stay around and watch what will become of him in a decade.”

When I reach Nascent Soul, will I have the strength to take someone with me? Or will the Heavens separate us forever?

“Strength to take someone across world as a Nascent Soul?” Tang Wei snorts, in a mix of derision and amusement, “After a hundred thousand years of cultivation, maybe. And don’t ever expect the Heavens to help you – they are ruthless and unfeeling. Matters of the heart, of friendship, matter little to them.”

Wu Chao:

Father, I think it's time we talk about my future marriage. I know you don't particularly care, but this is the future of our Clan we are talking about, and you are still our leader. You see, I think I've found my soulmate in the Sect. Her name is Mei, and she has everything you could have ever wanted in a partner. She is the prettiest girl in the sect, she is one of the smartest if not the smartest person of my generation and, I say it without exaggerating, we would not be talking right now if not for her skills in Alchemy. And she is a member of a Great Clan! Honestly, it's a win-win both for me and for our clan, in my opinion. There is only one little problem... You see, she is a member of the He Clan, but I am sure you can look past this rivalry of ours for your favorite son, right?

He listens to you at first, lips tugged up in delight. When you mention the He Clan, however, his demeanor changes completely: the easy-goingness you’re grown so used to vanishes, and, for the first time in what feels like forever, you see your father serious.

“Don’t even think about it,” he states, his tone unusually authoritative, “You will stop this nonsense at once, or I’ll beat it out of you.”

“Bu-”

Wu Chao doesn’t let you finish: in a blink, he stands before you, arm raised and slaps you hard. You fall, knees legs under the power of his palm, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

“I’ve never imposed restrictions on you,” your father says, “I’ve always let you do as you wish. But one thing I will not allow, not while I still draw breath, is any tie to those vile bastards.”

Tell me about my mother. Who was she?

Once again, he looks uncomfortable at the question. Despair painting his face, anger tensing his flesh, guilt flickering in his eyes.

“Didn’t we have this conversation already? She was a nobody. Leave it that.”

Ruo:

Brother Ruo I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm in quite a predicament. I believe it was you who told me that "on the path of power, every road is a good one if it leads to the top" but after joining the He Clan, I'm beginning to question that. My family, my honor, even my reputation—it's all gone, and now for the greater good or some righteous goal, but only for the pursuit of strength. *Sighs* I apologize for getting sidetracked but do you think I made the right decision. When I reach my goal will it makeup for my sacrifices or at least my betrayal?

“While I do not blame you for your decision, everyone should have their principles. Their bottom lines they are unwilling to cross, no matter how temping the reward is. Honor is what separates us from mindless beasts, keeps our minds sane and human. What you did, I would never ever consider.”

DQ:

I look at the Demon Queen genuinely confused. This is his mother? This is the Demon Queen? The same one who defeated Bitchy Bohai? How interesting. "So Pan Dai-Lu was it? How has your day been?"

She looks you over and licks her lips.

“Good enough. Just found my afternoon snack.”

Xiwen:

Would you be surprised if I told you that an Ascension Sect Elder - Ma Rin, asked me to spy on you? Can't really blame her after getting to know you a little. Yet it seems, unlike me, you did all the spying during this expedition... Oh well, will try to do better next time we meet.

Xiwen laughs at your admission.

“Did she now?” he smiles, “Can’t say I’m surprised. I will not deny that I have my secrets, but, I promise you, I mean you no harm.”

Out of curiosity senior... what are your thoughts on the attention you receive, specifically since it is from all genders? If I may be do bold as to ask... do you have a preference?

Xiwen shrugs his shoulders.

“Beauty, outward appearance matters little to me. It’s what insides that counts, the soul of an individual that attracts me.”