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Technology. Culture. Relationships. Many Western works explore the tension between them, and how culture and relationships change in response to changing technology.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With Saga of the Swordbreaker, I wanted to try something different. I wanted to write a civilization that has retained its traditions and culture, even over centuries and millennia. Its people prioritise strong, healthy relationships over the latest gee-whiz technology. Technology is viewed as a tool to serve human needs, to enhance the human experience, to make difficult work easy\u2014and not as a replacement for the human spirit. What would such a society look like?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chapter 3 of Fist of Heaven and Earth provides some answers. Enjoy!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nobodies from Nowhere<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Guangci Hospital was a Grade One tertiary hospital, the highest grade of hospital, the only one of its kind in all of Bao An, providing comprehensive and specialist medical care combined with medical research and education. This room was a diamond-class ward, the most luxurious private room available. Politicians, celebrities, and the super-rich enjoyed rooms like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For all his wealth and accomplishments, in his heart Li Ming was still a dirt bun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The second Dr. Song left the room, he rifled through the cabinet. Instead of a paper-thin polyester gown he was expecting, he found a long robe stitched from premium cotton, and a pair of comfortable padded slippers. Wearing it, he felt like an aristocrat freshly emerged from an invigorating bath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The medical pod did double duty as his bed. Li Ming spent a few minutes studying the device, marveling at its design, technology, controls. A touchscreen mounted on the interior, aimed at where his face would be if he were lying down, displayed his vital statistics, the feed from discreet cameras mounted along the lid, dials to control the internal lighting, a button to summon a nurse. The cool gel yielded under his touch like a waterbed, but with the touchscreen he could control its firmness, viscosity, temperature.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The television connected him to the world. Local news, international news, global entertainment channels, anything he wanted, he could find it here. One channel offered nothing but health programming, another specialized in films, a third was dedicated to covering the world of therivers and lakes. Should he grow bored, he could fire up the set\u2019s Net browser and surf the web to his heart\u2019s content using the room\u2019s complimentary high-speed wireless network.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The patient menu had come straight from a five-star hotel. There was a staggering selection of beverages, cereals, breads, entrees, desserts, many foods he\u2019d never seen outside high-end restaurants. Some of them were exotic spins on familiar dishes, the rest were select examples from international cuisines. Every option listed ingredients, portion sizes, amounts of fat, salt, carbohydrates and calories. Some of the descriptions used words he had never seen before. The sheer amount of choice was overwhelming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The clock said it was just past the seventh hour. Just in time for lunch. His stomach rumbled, reminding him he hadn\u2019t eaten anything for\u2026 however long. His last meal of his own volition was breakfast, three days ago, and his body was reminding him it was well past time for solid food.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dr. Song had assured Li Ming that he could eat whatever he wanted, however much he wanted. The miracle that was rejuvenation therapy prevented refeeding syndrome. In the end, he picked the options he knew how to read. Southern-style mifen, served in pork broth, topped with fresh vegetables, shredded pork, and a hardboiled egg. For dessert he picked a sliced apple, and his drink of choice was a cup of hot black tea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He placed the order over the phone. As he waited, he watched the news. The Central Plains was slowly recovering from the collapse of multiple food webs, caused by the mass overhunting of predator species. The Yue Homelands had rounded up another cell of Night Spear terrorists, and the government was confident that the threat had passed. The Nanguang Federation was gearing up for Immortal Glory, the most prestigious martial arts competition within the jianghu. The Ten Corporations were on the move, expanding into new product lines and services.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The jianghu-only channel offered a more eclectic program listing. Documentaries on lesser-known cultivation methods and martial arts. Press releases announcing new weapons, armor, gear, supplements. News segments covering the latest exploits of the world\u2019s most famous cultivators.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing about his duel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Of course not. There were a thousand sanctioned duels every year, and twice that many unofficial ones. Every so often, a cultivator of greater renown lost his credibility or his life or both upon a lei tai. Sometimes a duel exploded into a whirlwind of revenge and blood feuds. Those the jianghu paid attention to. Rising Dragon of Fuyang he might be, but compared to such fighters, he and Han Yong were nobodies from nowhere. Who cared about them? Maybe if he\u2019d died, but he hadn\u2019t, so the duel wasn\u2019t newsworthy as far as the rivers and lakes were concerned. However important the duel might have been to him, the world had moved on regardless.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that was just the way things were.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The food came on a lacquered bamboo tray, arranged upon glazed ceramic bowls, accompanied by chopsticks and silverware. A server dressed like a Western-style butler laid out the meal on a rolling bedside table in front of Li Ming, sparing him the effort of getting up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The meal danced with colors. The pure white rice noodles and thick clear broth served as the base. Over that was generous amounts of leafy green vegetables, shredded carrots, red steamed groundnuts, and thick slices of steamed pork. A huge hardboiled egg floated by the side. The rich fragrance of the black tea melded with the mouthwatering scent wafting from the food. Wrapped in cling film, the apple slices patiently waited on a small plate. Li Ming picked up his chopsticks and sampled the noodles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Delicious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Salty, savory, crunchy, chewy, an optimal mix of flavors and textures. In the hands of lesser cooks, the blandness of the mifen would overpower the other ingredients; here, it complemented them. The tea was bold and robust, rich in antioxidants and polyphenols, refreshing his palate when the blend of tastes grew too confused.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Halfway through his meal, he sensed qi flowing into his room. Multiple qi currents. He looked up just in time to see the door open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Father strode in. Gone was the persona of the gentleman farmer he\u2019d carefully cultivated over the years. Here was the warrior he was before, and still was today. He wore a pair of reality shapers on his forearms, heavy and overengineered, doubling as armor; a sheathed sword on his left hip; a handgun on his right. He dressed around his gear, dark blue shirt and olive pants, festooned with hidden pouches, announcing himself as the gold-ranked martial cultivator he once was. He strode in loose, powerful strides, scanning in all directions as he entered, his boots silent against the carpet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mother trailed behind him. She was a civilian, through and through, carrying neither weapons nor shapers. Her long-sleeved plaid shirt and well-worn jeans would melt into the crowd anywhere in the city or the country. Fresh worry lines marked her face, lines that had carved themselves into her skin in his absence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Then came Cai Yong. The current head of Dayong Biaoju, the armed escort agency Li Ming had once worked at, he had stepped up after the Wanjianhui had murdered his father. Though only in his twenties, he wore his sharp black suit as if he were born in it. It was no ordinary suit either. While stylish, Li Ming recognized the slits and vents that allowed quick draws and seamless access to his belt-mounted gear. He was visibly unarmed, but woe betide the man who treated him as prey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And last was\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLi Ming!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She swept into the room, brushing past the others. Her arms spread out, hung awkwardly in mid-air for a moment, then fell to her sides when she reached his table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCai Yan,\u201d Li Ming said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was the picture of feminine grace, the mirror image of her twin brother. Her ru<\/em>, a cross-collar garment worn left over right, was split into two tones, a red right sleeve and a white left half, embroidered with patterns of rivers and dragons in gold thread. At her waist she wore a black qun<\/em>, a long skirt that flowed down to her ankles, held in place with a red sash tied to form double ear knots over her hips. Straight black hair fell past her shoulders in a ponytail. Over her left shoulder she wore a stylish messenger bag\u2014an interspatial storage bag, much like the one Han Yong had used.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNi meishi ba?<\/em>\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Are you alright?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Many things had happened to him since they\u2019d last met. But there was only one thing she needed to know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMeishi<\/em>,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled. Limpid eyes sparkled like diamonds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow was the treatment?\u201d Father asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSmooth. No complications, as far as we know,\u201d Li Ming replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a relief,\u201d Mother said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHave you eaten?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe had lunch together before we came,\u201d Father said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe food looks amazing,\u201d Cai Yan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTastes exactly like it looks, too,\u201d Li Ming said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis is the finest hospital in Bao An,\u201d Cai Yong said. \u201cI can see why.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As Li Ming continued to tuck in, the visitors sat around him. Father and the Cais arranged themselves to watch the door, leaving Mother to his right. Li Ming had hoped to see Ying Zhi too, but she was still in school.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI heard you suffered terrible injuries,\u201d Cai Yan said. \u201cYour father told us what happened. I couldn\u2019t believe it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHan Yong was a formidable fighter,\u201d Li Ming admitted. \u201cThe best I\u2019ve fought in a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only Ghazan could match Han Yong\u2019s skills\u2014or even exceed them\u2014and the Yue was still roaming the steppes of his homeland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy did you have to fight him?\u201d Mother asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Li Ming needed a moment to compose his answer. Those who lived in the rivers and lakes needed no explanation; they already knew. Those who lived outside the jianghu would never understand the norms and customs of those who did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf I hadn\u2019t, he\u2019d see it as permission to bully everyone in town,\u201d Li Ming said at last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLet the police handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo long as he doesn\u2019t commit a crime, they can\u2019t do anything about it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAiya<\/em>, what\u2019s wrong with letting him go? It\u2019s better being hurt so badly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fury surged through Li Ming. He breathed it out and drowned the embers with a mouthful of tea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe world of the rivers and lakes obeys a different set of laws,\u201d Father said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mother shook her head and muttered under her breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat happened to Han Yong?\u201d Li Ming asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou gave him a severe concussion,\u201d Father replied. \u201cHe was airlifted to Guangci Hospital alongside you and woke up two days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going to happen to him?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe blood waiver you signed granted him legal immunity. The police can\u2019t prosecute him for the duel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mother scowled. \u201cSee what I mean?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHowever, he did<\/em> declare himself a member of the Wanjianhui,\u201d Cai Yong said. \u201cAn illegal secret society. Our friends in the police force are having tea with him now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDid Han Yong say anything?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe\u2019s letting the lawyer do most of the talking. He\u2019s sticking to his story, that he came to Fuyang to challenge you to a duel and test his martial skills. Nothing more than that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t buy it one bit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMe neither.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d Mother asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve crossed the Wanjianhui twice before. This is the third time. It could have been an attempted assassination.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWith the blood waiver, if he\u2019d killed you on the lei tai, he would have gotten away with it,\u201d Cai Yan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot exactly,\u201d her brother said. \u201cUnder Zhongxia law, a blood waiver does not<\/em> cover unlawful death no matter what the document says. On the other hand, at most, he could only be arrested and charged with manslaughter, not murder. He could simply bail himself out and flee the country.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMore likely he would have disappeared in the chaos after the match,\u201d Father said. \u201cIf the police caught up with him, he\u2019d produce the blood waiver and declare his innocence. I\u2019ve known many devil cultivators who used this same stratagem to murder their enemies.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By \u2018known\u2019, Li Ming suspected he meant \u2018hunted down\u2019. When the law of countries and rulers hamstrung the police, the law of the rivers and lakes rose to the forefront.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAt least it\u2019s over now,\u201d Mother said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think so,\u201d Li Ming said quietly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf this were a retaliation hit, then the Wanjianhui knows where I am. They might send someone else, someone far more ruthless. I need to fade into the shadows, at least until they move on to some other target.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A decade of new lines seared into Mother\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to keep worrying about you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMe neither,\u201d Li Ming said. \u201cI think it\u2019s safer for everyone if I take a nice, long vacation, far away from Fuyang.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not contracted to Dayong right now,\u201d Cai Yong said. \u201cYou\u2019re free to go wherever you please. But if we hear anything about the Wanjianhui, we\u2019ll let you know.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDo you have anywhere in mind?\u201d Father asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Li Ming mulled the question over a mouthful of rice noodles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou told me before of the Sixth Fist and the Thirteenth Animal,\u201d he said at last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A guilty look fell over Father\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been meaning to tell you more about it, but\u2026 I forgot.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was a warrior. A leader. But\u2026 he was also just a man. An old<\/em> man. He was at the end of his prime when he finally bore a son, and despite a careful diet and training regimen, time relentlessly marched on. He had accepted a rejuvenation therapy once, but that was as far down the road to immortality as he had walked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve been busy,\u201d Li Ming said gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019d served out the remaining time on his contract to Dayong. In between short-term assignments, he\u2019d trained up a new batch of recruits and shooters, filling out their ranks. When he returned to Fuyang, Li Ming had accompanied his father on business trips, investing his hard-earned money into the village, into fertilizers and seeds and agricultural technologies, into training courses and new equipment for the police and militia. They never had time to slow down and talk about other things.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Until now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe Sixth Fist and Thirteenth Animal is the pinnacle of the wuxingquan component of the An Family gongfu,\u201d Father said. \u201cOnly those who have grasped them can be said to have a complete understanding of the art. The yizhang equivalent is the Ninth Palm.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFather told us about that before,\u201d Cai Yong said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe never had a chance to teach it to us before\u2026 before his death,\u201d Cai Yan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThese are secret principles, building upon the foundations of An Family gongfu,\u201d Father continued. \u201cThey must never be taught to outsiders, or to anyone with evil in their hearts. For this reason, An Shigong insists that only he will teach them, and only to students he believes are worthy of this knowledge.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI believe it\u2019s time for me to learn these principles,\u201d Li Ming said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Father nodded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, you certainly have the skills and experience for it. Should the Wanjianhui come after you again, you\u2019ll have a trump card.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re always thinking about fighting and martial arts,\u201d Mother complained.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt is who we are. What we are. Nothing will change that. It is easier to demand water to stop being wet,\u201d Father said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCultivators,\u201d she said, sighing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Father turned to Li Ming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAn Shifu lives in Bingzhou. That\u2019s across the border in Beizhou. Your passport is still valid, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Li Ming confirmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood. I\u2019ll write a letter of introduction for you. But the rest is up to you. You\u2019ll need to show An Shigong that you can be trusted with this knowledge.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI will,\u201d Li Ming said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHow long will it take to learn these skills?\u201d Mother asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Father shrugged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAs long as it will take. In my time, Meng Yang and I trained under Shigong for a full year before he would teach us those skills, and another year to master them.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cai Yan\u2019s face brightened at the mention of her father\u2019s name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mother\u2019s face fell. \u201cSo long?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, back then, we were also working contracts on both sides of the border. We couldn\u2019t train full-time. But now\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI have that option,\u201d Li Ming said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTake your time,\u201d Father advised. \u201cThe more you rush it, the slower you learn.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThe more time you spend training, the longer the Wanjianhui has to forget about you,\u201d Cai Yong added.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd the more you polish your skills,\u201d Father finished.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlright. Once I\u2019m done here, I\u2019m going to Beizhou,\u201d Li Ming said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want to go with you,\u201d Cai Yan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone turned to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want to learn the Ninth Palm,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her voice was steady, her gaze resolute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her boldness startled Li Ming. Then again, it shouldn\u2019t have. She\u2019d done far bolder things in the field.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have business here?\u201d Father asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDayong is back up to full strength. We\u2019ve recruited a few more female shooters. They don\u2019t need me to guide them anymore,\u201d Cai Yan said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYanyan,\u201d Cai Yong began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She turned to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re concerned. I can feel it. But don\u2019t worry. I\u2014we\u2014<\/em>can take care of ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBeizhou is quiet these days,\u201d Father said. \u201cNo bandits, no beasts, nothing to be worried about.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cai Yong looked at his twin sister. At Li Ming.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWithout you, things will be\u2026 tough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cai Yan flashed a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou can manage, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cai Yong had gravitated naturally into a leadership role. After a bumpy start, he had filled his father\u2019s shoes, and was now running one of the highest-profile biaohang in the city, the province, even the nation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI heard Bao An and the rest of the province is quiet too,\u201d Li Ming said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah. Most of our contracts these days are protection details. No violence. It\u2019s been peaceful lately,\u201d Cai Yong said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cPeaceful is good,\u201d Father said. \u201cPeaceful means we can keep our swords in our sheaths.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no compelling reason for us to stay, then,\u201d Li Ming said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cai Yong sighed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThere isn\u2019t one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cEn<\/em>,\u201d Li Ming began, \u201cit\u2019s safe for us to go on a pilgrimage to Bingzhou.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019ll write another letter of introduction for you,\u201d Father said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d Cai Yan replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBingzhou is famous for its hot springs, temples and nature trails,\u201d Mother said. \u201cDon\u2019t just train all the time. You should enjoy yourself too. Ever since you left the Army, you\u2019ve never had a proper break.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

How long ago was that? It felt like a lifetime. It might as well be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust promise me this,\u201d Mother continued. \u201cThe two of you can stay there however long you like. But when you come back, make sure it\u2019s just the two of you. Understand?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMa<\/em>\u2026\u201d Li Ming groaned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everyone laughed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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