733 I Fought Just Because
"That's…unfortunate," Stalahh muttered, let out a polite smile, and made way to her house.
Inala casually strolled through the market and used a combination of Dual Speech and Universal Slip Skills, beginning to casually insert two extremely dangerous schools of thought into the minds of everyone around him.
The first thought was the fact that Empyrean Boars were basically enslaving the Free Humans, even though this arrangement—with the Vara Human Avatar—granted the Free Humans Silver Grade strength, they had no future once the Empyrean Boar influence increases on their successive generations.
Their fate would be similar to the Empyrean Boar Race, a state of insanity. The only way to overcome that would be to obtain the Secondary Nature of Astral Chart.
The second thought was the answer to it. The Varahan Empire Free Humans can only receive Natures from an Empyrean Boar. But what if they were to consume an Empyrean Boar?
Would it resonate with their Vara Human Avatars and condense the Empyrean Boar's Nature of Voracious Nature in their Human Avatar? Moreover, if one were to strictly consume Empyrean Boar flesh for an extended period of time while using Gold Inheritance Art, would they inherit Empyrean Boar Characteristics and eventually attain the Secondary Nature of Astral Chart after consuming the flesh of hundreds of Empyrean Boars?
Brangara had gained Astral Chart in a similar fashion!
These were the two schools of thought he had planted in the minds of the people. He neither gave any answer nor stated that it worked. Rather, it was just posed as a question sparking one's curiosity. And pursuing sparks of curiosity was human nature.
In the first school of thought, they killed and wholly consumed an Empyrean Boar to obtain Voracious Nature itself, which could make them self-sustainable in their cultivation journey.
The second school of thought didn't kill any Empyrean Boars but simply consumed their flesh, which required the latter to be a captive and be raised like a plant whose vegetables were constantly harvested.
Whether or not it worked didn't matter. Once the school of thought caught on, it would divide the society into two and break their close-knit relationship with the Wean Clan.
And of course, this was simply the initial setup. To ensure it worked, there was a lot that Inala had to do. For the time being, he simply focused on inserting the two schools of thought into the minds of everyone.
His Skills travelled through sound at the speed of sound. So, it was pretty instantaneous in close range, allowing Inala to accurately target everyone. For the Skill of Universal Slip to take effect, the resultant Zinger Shriek only needed to reach the eardrums of the target.
Sound travelled as waves, capable of coursing through all sorts of mediums except vacuum. Similar to light, they could reflect on a surface, which made it extremely easy for Inala to target someone's eardrums.
He didn't even have to use a Tangible Piezo Slip and control it precisely like a Spirit Weapon. A simple shriek would get the job done.
A few days later, Inala stared at the students in his class completing their first assignment. "Good, it seems everyone here is more talented than I had initially expected."
"Now, let's form a yarn." He said and began to expertly wind up a string, repeating the same process as before as he sent knowledge to their brains through the Universal Slip Skill.
Mystic Royal Art—Piezo Resonance!
Inaudible to the ears of the students, as soundwaves from Inala touched their skin, Zinger Shrieks resounded from their bodies, carrying in them all their surface-level thoughts. The frequency of the Zinger Shrieks was beyond their hearing range, allowing Inala to understand exactly what they were thinking currently.
'It's going well for now.' He thought by the end of the class, having maintained the Skill of Piezo Resonance nonstop for an hour. He was exhausted, having consumed most of his Prana reserve. With a smile, he watched the students leave, 'No one has suspected anything for the time being.'
'Should I be more proactive with my approach?' Inala thought for a moment before shaking his head, 'It's not necessary for the time being. Let's wait for a few more years before triggering Yarsha's information network.'
He wanted to be found out, which is when shit strikes the fan, for Yarsha Zahara would realise the Free Humans were planning to hunt her family by then. Even if that wasn't true and only a small portion had such thoughts, she'd become paranoid due to the sheer scale of Free Humans forming the Varahan Empire who could overpower the Empyrean Boars when combined, if that thought process takes complete root.
In paranoia, she'd launch the first strike, 'Even if that doesn't happen, I can always modify my plans to keep up with the changes.'
The more intelligent she was, the stronger her paranoia, since she could actually think of the various ways the Free Humans could target and hunt the Wean Clansmen. The effectiveness of Inala's plans increased with respect to his opponent's intelligence.
Days passed in such a fashion as Inala walked through a crowded market, cursing at a middle-aged man who had bumped into him, "Are your eyes for decoration? Can't you see an old man walking nearby?"
"If you're old, go rest underground, eternally." The middle-aged man eyes Inala from top to bottom before snorting in disdain, "Barely has the qualifications to live here and has an ego surpassing His Highness."
"Fucker, are you mad?" Inala glared at the latter, following up with a quick jab, striking the man on his jaw.
"What…" The middle-aged man intended to rage when his eyes blanked out. When he came to his senses, he was on the ground, being propped up by a kind onlooker, "What the heck happened?"
"At your age, I was travelling through the nests of Gold Grade Pranic Beasts, brat." Inala snorted in disdain, "I've lived longer than you for a reason. Keep it in mind if you don't wish to be embarrassed like today."
"You sneak attacked me and dare to play cool?" The middle-aged man got up with a snort and activated his Human Avatar, covering most of his body with it. He had smartly built his Human Avatar at all the vulnerable places, ensuring his actual body didn't get wounded critically.
And any damage to his Human avatar could be healed through Prana without issues.
"Oh shit, they're fighting!"
"Quick! Move back, everyone!" The onlookers scattered away, forming a wider encirclement around the duo of Inala and the middle-aged man.
"Seems that guy is pissed. He's using an attack Nature." One of the onlookers commented upon sensing the fluctuation in the middle-aged man's presence.
"Are you done preparing?" Inala purposefully yawned as he stared at the middle-aged man, "How long do you need to activate Shredded Lunge?"
"What…" The middle-aged man was stunned for an instant before rage clouded his mind. He activated the Nature of Shredded Lunge and flickered before Inala, unleashing a punch. The punch was just for show. The real attack was the wind blades unleashed upon the end of Shredded Lunge.
Four blades of wind gushed out of his enclosed fist, with each rotating separately as they flew in Inala's direction, only to accurately miss him. The wind blades spun to accurately align themselves in the gaps between his arm and midriff, his legs, etc.
'Impossible!' The middle-aged man was in a state of shock before being knocked unconscious by a punch to the face.
Mystic Royal Art—Piezo Resonance!
Inala wasn't talking just to insult the other party. Instead, the sounds forming his words slammed into the middle-aged man and resulted in Zinger Shrieks that allowed Inala to grasp the latter's surface-level thoughts.
Thanks to this, Inala knew how the middle-aged man's attack would transpire and simply positioned himself accordingly to evade the wind blades generated by Shredded Lunge. He had a complete grasp of this Nature, possessing its data.
Inala had data on all the Natures that Brangara had used to date, so evading Shredded Lunge's attack was child's play.
[Amazing!]
[I didn't know you could do that!]
[How did this uncle know to position himself like that?]
Inala listened to the Zinger Shrieks containing the surface-level thoughts of everyone in the crowd, intending to focus on anything that was even the slightest different from the norm. Soon, he could hear one such voice.
[This man has joined us only recently. So, how could he express such a high level of skill? Is he an infiltrator?]
Inala expressed no change in facial expression but had already locked onto the natural frequency of the body from where this Zinger Shriek had been emitted. 'I know your body's soundwaves now.'
[Hmm…I felt a mild prick on my skin, but I haven't been using my Prana detection method.]
He stopped using the Piezo Resonance Skill immediately after hearing this voice, focusing on the direction from where it originated. 'This shouldn't be a frequency that a Free Human could feel though.'
Inala thought and silently recorded the information about this second individual, making a mental note to use an even higher frequency than before, 'It'll strain my vocal cords to the extreme, but I have no other choice if I don't wish to be found out.'
"Youngsters these days have no manners." Inala spat in irritation and walked away, mumbling nonstop to express that he was disappointed by the current generation, a typical action by the older populace.
Internally, his thoughts were functioning at full speed, processing the information he had obtained. The previous fight was just an excuse for him to use Piezo Resonance through normal sounds. It was just him exercising caution, since if he wasn't speaking but his vocal cords were vibrating nonstop, someone or the other would notice that something was amiss.
But even when he exercised caution, the Zinger Shrieks emitted by the bodies of the bystanders were still felt by one of the Free Humans. 'I need to figure out the reason this individual could feel the shrieks, even if only mildly.'
He left the market and returned home, a humble one-bedroom house enough for an old man like to him live in. He approached the cabinet and opened it to reveal a row of medicines, downing one of them in a hurry.
The medicine flowed down his throat and began to heal his aching vocal cords, which had been damaged after extended use. His Prana's healing effect on the throat increased after downing this medicine, which was something he had Zhya had created.
'Now, what kind of Universal Slip should I weave into his suit?' Inala pondered as he took a seat on his bed, 'Will it be too soon to target a Wean Clansman? Or should I wait until the two schools of thought begin to take effect on the populace?'
10:21
The recipe was simple enough for him to follow. Inala made it by selectively combining other medicines available in the Varahan Empire's market. His pay was decent enough to spend on medicines.
Moreover, MunuBuntara had ordered him to make ten suits, each of which would net him 120 Yoked Wyrm Natures of Bio-Synthesis. The price was pretty fair and Inala intended to target MunuBuntara, which was made possible through the suits.
For the regular individual, the suit was an impressive piece of fabric. But for Inala, it was a playground to weave together Piezo Slips through as many Prana Stitch as possible. He did have his Palm Stitch Skill to rely upon for the intended purpose.
'Now, what kind of Universal Slip should I weave into his suit?' Inala pondered as he took a seat on his bed, 'Will it be too soon to target a Wean Clansman? Or should I wait until the two schools of thought begin to take effect on the populace?'
He outweighed the pros and cons of both options, thinking soon enough, 'What is that violet freak up to now? He has been here for a while now and has already made his way to the Capital.'
At the Capital City, Narkn, in the sole illegal establishment of the Empire that sold alcohol was the person in question, pouring drinks to a pair of innocent, old women. "Drinks to the gorgeous who forgot to age."
"Oh please, you're the only one who says that." The two women grabbed their glasses and downed them, acting nonchalant while in truth, the compliment got to them, making them blush in embarrassment.