"It's obvious to me that this device isn't capable of gauging my true power. Liu Yan can attest to my cultivation prowess, she has seen me using my ghetto shaman arts and was impressed enough that she thought it worthwhile to bring me here, isn't that right."
"I suppose so…"
"Exactly, so as a ghetto shaman-I need to stop calling myself that-a space path cultivator."
"That's not a thing." Rupee interjected.
"Shut up you old bag, no one asked for your opinion. If you want to prove that space path doesn't exist, how will you? Do you know every single technique and method of cultivation in this world? Have you spoken with every great expert of every path? You would need to search the entire world and delve into all its wealth of knowledge to prove with certainty that space path does not exist. My ghetto shaman arts that I declare are of space path exist, Liu Yan,Fang Xiu Hua, and also some guy from the Golden Crab Sect have all witnessed it. The fact that I can show it alone proves it exists and it can only either exist or not exist, so because it exists it definitely does not not exist as you claim, Rupee," Dave extended his finger accusatorily against her. "Your statement that it does not exist is based on your current knowledge which proves that your current knowledge is lacking. If your knowledge is lacking in this area it proves you are not omniscient, you are not Laplace's Demon. You can't predict the future so you can't predict the development I will bring to this world. Now I have a question to ask, has every path definitely existed since the beginning of time? Answer me, I repeat, has every path definitely existed since the beginning of time!?"
Rupee was dumbfounded and unable to speak, it was unclear if she even comprehended that a question had been asked at all.
Liu Yan was the one who answered: "No, we do not know the complete history of the world. And from the history we do know, various paths of cultivation have appeared and been developed in different eras over a span of millions of years."
"Precisely as I suspected. Therefore, there is no reason to believe that space path can not and will not exist now or in the future. It stands to reason that it would be of great value to have me join the sect and cultivate in order to bring it to fruition. Knowing this, is there then any justifiable reason to deny my entrance?" Dave pointed his accusatory finger at Rupee once again.
"Wha… ehhh… you…" Rupee mumbled trying to wrap her head around what Dave was asking. His rambling was too much for the elderly. If he had known his grandpa we might suspect that he had accidentally killed him with one of his ramblings. Again Liu Yan was the one to answer.
"She never denied you entrance into our sect. She simply pointed out your aptitude is… well, forgive me for saying so, abysmal, and recommended you give up. Elder Meng Ju, who we met earlier, has already granted you entrance. You're free to take lessons and cultivate here if you want to." she explained.
"Oh… Huh…" Dave scratched his chin. "But you have to admit my argument was impressive?"
Silence filled the room.
Later in the courtyard, Dave had nearly gotten heat stroke trying to follow the basic combat instruction class, so he gave up and sat under a parasol fanning himself while watching the other students perform kicks and punches in unison.
"System!"
Argh, right, I can talk to the system in my mind. I need to stop talking to myself or else people will think I'm insane. System! Show yourself.
…
Status!
…
Quest log!
…
"Motherfucker I know you can hear me!"
"Quiet!" the instructor yelled and fortunately he missed that it was Dave making a ruckus.
[System menu initialized]
[System notification: Good morning master Dave]
[Status]
[Rank: 0]
[Path: Ghetto Shaman]
[Skills: Hood Attitude, Petty Theft,]
[Quest log]
[Current objective: Locate a futanari ghetto]
[Side mission: Perform a science experiment]
So you can hear me! Piece of shit… Initializing my ass, what are you some kind of computer from 2005? For fucks sake, how am I still rank 0? I have been on an adventure and I ate a bunch of weird stuff, shouldn't that give me xp or something?
Hints! Give me hints!
[System notification: No tutorials available]
Come on man… Fine, I'll cultivate like everyone else then. More importantly, I have a quest that will literally kill me if I fail it. System, what is the remaining time on my current objective?
[System notification]
[Current objective: Locate a futanari ghetto]
[Time remaining: 72 days]
[Penalty for failure: Death]
Good grief, 18 days have passed already. I should probably start asking around about it, the only thing I know so far is that going there will get me raped. Unless Fang Xiu Hua was fucking with me, which is absolutely a possibility. My gaming intuition does tell me that it shouldn't be too hard considering it's my first quest, but I still don't like having that time limit hanging over my head like an executioner's sentence. I have plenty of time for now. As long as I don't get complacent I'll find a way out of this.
Someone approached Dave interrupting his internal monologue. A bald student, roughly Dave's age, with bronzed skin cultivated through baking in the sun all day. He was neither handsome nor ugly, a very average looking dude, Dave thought. The class was over so the students had begun to spread out and leave.
"Brother." He greeted Dave "Are you feeling ill?"
"A little," Dave nodded, "I'm not used to doing physical exercise, or spending time in the sun. I'm more of the scholarly type if you will. I was sitting here in deep thought of cultivation."
"Hahaha, so that's how it is. I was afraid you were slacking off and wasting the spring of youth. I am Bing Feng." He cupped his fists and bowed.
"Dave." said Dave.
"Dave? What an odd name. Your parents…"
Dave braced himself for insult.
"... Must have loved you deeply to come up with such a unique name just for you."
A smile spread across Dave's face. "I know right, they always said I was special."