My dao to eternity

My Dao to Eternity

Chapter 66: Fellow Cultivators

The first direct approach came weeks after Li Fan had first pieced the pattern together, on an ordinary evening with the carving quarter's forges still glowing faint behind their shutters and the medicine quarter's stalls long since folded away for the night.

He'd stayed later than usual at Old Mu's shop, finishing the last careful passes on a relief pattern that had taken most of the afternoon to get right, and the street toward the northern quarter had emptied by the time he started for home, lanterns burning low outside the shuttered storefronts, his own footsteps the loudest sound on the packed stone beneath him.

He heard them before he saw them — three sets of footsteps, unhurried, closing the distance behind him with the same patient, practiced quiet he'd once learned to recognize on a forest road outside Stonebridge, years and a lifetime behind him now. He didn't quicken his own pace. He'd learned, a long time ago, that a man who reacted to a threat before the threat had shown its shape usually taught the wrong lesson to whoever was testing him.

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"Late hour for a physician to be walking alone," a voice said, close enough now that Li Fan could place it — the same unhurried tone he'd overheard weeks ago outside a tea stall, discussing his own routine with a stranger who hadn't known how far his voice carried.

Li Fan turned, unhurried himself, and took in the three men properly for the first time. The speaker stood slightly ahead of the other two, perhaps thirty, plain robes that gave away nothing of his cultivation at a glance, though something in the set of his shoulders read as more settled than the men flanking him. The two behind him carried themselves with less certainty — younger, or simply less experienced, eyes flicking between their leader and Li Fan with the particular readiness of men waiting to be told which way to move rather than deciding it for themselves.

"Late enough," Li Fan agreed, and said nothing further, letting the silence sit the way he'd once let silence sit against a bandit leader testing his nerve on a different road entirely.

The lead man's mouth curved, not quite a smile. "A courtyard past the cypress lane. Larger than most physicians keep, from what I've heard. No family standing behind it, no sect backing beyond whatever thin arrangement got you the lease in the first place." He took a single step closer, unhurried, testing. "A man in your position ought to consider what it costs to walk this city alone every evening."

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Li Fan read the three of them the same careful way he'd once read a bandit's dismount on a mountain road, cataloguing before he committed to anything. The lead man carried himself with real confidence, weight settled and even, hands loose rather than braced — Qi Sea, and not new to it either, though nothing in his bearing suggested he'd pushed anywhere near mid-stage. The two behind him carried less certainty in their footing, breath a fraction quicker than the stillness of the evening should have accounted for. Early Qi Sea at best, possibly less, nerves doing more work in their stance than actual cultivation.

None of them, by his own quiet accounting, stood anywhere close to what he now carried folded and hidden beneath his own concealed qi. He didn't let that certainty show in his own bearing. A man who looked too confident in the face of a threat invited exactly the kind of escalation he had no interest in inviting tonight, in a public street, this close to his own gate, where any real violence would draw exactly the kind of attention he'd spent years working to avoid.

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"I've considered it," Li Fan said, plainly. "I've decided the cost isn't worth paying to men I've never been introduced to properly."

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The lead man's smile thinned by a fraction, something colder settling behind it. "Fellow cultivators ought to show each other a little more courtesy than that."

"I'm not a cultivator," Li Fan said, the same flat, practiced denial he'd given more than one curious stranger over the years, and let the words sit there between them, daring the man to argue with what his own eyes were plainly telling him — an unremarkable physician, robes plain, no visible qi, nothing about his stillness that should have read as anything more than an ordinary mortal's calm.

Something flickered behind the lead man's eyes, the particular uncertainty of a man whose careful weeks of watching had told him one story and whose own instincts, standing this close, were now quietly arguing a different one. Li Fan had felt that same flicker before, once, in a black-robed man's grip against a tree trunk — the moment contempt gave way to a held breath, uncertain whether the target in front of him was exactly what he appeared to be or something worth being more careful about.

The lead man didn't press further tonight. He held Li Fan's gaze a moment longer, weighing something Li Fan couldn't fully read from the outside, then took a single step back, unhurried, the same practiced calm he'd opened the conversation with.

"Another evening, then," he said, and it wasn't quite a threat and wasn't quite a retreat either, something closer to a man simply choosing not to spend tonight on a question he hadn't finished answering to his own satisfaction. He turned, and the two behind him turned with him, and the three of them walked back the way they'd come, unhurried, without once looking back.

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Li Fan stood in the empty street a long moment after the sound of their footsteps had faded, turning the exchange over the same unhurried way he turned over everything that mattered. He'd learned three things in the space of a few short minutes that he hadn't known walking home that evening. They were patient enough to test rather than strike outright. They were uncertain enough of what he actually was to hesitate once his own stillness didn't answer their expectations the way weeks of watching had likely told them it would. And they weren't finished. Another evening, the man had said, and Li Fan believed him.

He walked the rest of the way home without hurrying, the same measured pace he'd have kept on any ordinary night, though his attention stayed sharper than usual against the quiet street around him until his own gate finally came into view.

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The pattern repeated itself twice more over the following weeks, never quite the same shape twice — once a single man, alone, falling into step beside him for half a street's length before peeling away without a word exchanged at all; once the same three from that first evening, though this time they only watched from across the street as he passed, making no move to approach him directly, letting the watching itself carry whatever message they meant it to carry.

Li Fan noted each encounter the same careful way he noted everything, and changed nothing about his own routine in response. He'd already decided, weeks ago now, that changing his habits would only confirm to men already testing him that the testing had found something worth pursuing further. He kept to the carving street. He kept to the medicine quarter on its usual morning. He kept walking home at whatever hour his day actually finished, rather than rushing it earlier out of a caution that would have told them more than his stillness ever could.

But he began, without quite deciding to in any single deliberate moment, carrying the sword a little more consciously than he had in years — not drawn, not even loosened at the hip, only present in his awareness in a way it hadn't needed to be since a bandit's mismatched arc on a forest road, long before this city had ever known his name.

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