Chapter 210: Psionic Force
Benton’s impression of Fatty Ren kept getting revised upward. The first meeting with the big guy wasn’t all that great as he appeared to be lazy, sitting in his palace eating while someone else ran the town he was responsible for into the ground. That opinion worsened as it became apparent how corrupt the Town Manager was and how downtrodden the residents were.
Since that point, though, Fatty Ren had really come through. By all accounts, he’d performed well protecting the town from the beast tide and had taken a much more active role in administration since then. The care he showed for his Righteous Rain sect mates was a plus as well.
Where he really started to shine, though, was in how he handled the tasks set by Benton.
Given a month to recruit two hundred sect members, Fatty Ren had done it in a day. Then, he’d shown up on time for his Trials Pagoda access and easily passed, advancing his cultivation to Golden Core. He’d also taken only a few days to get his flying sword technique to Small Success when it usually takes cultivators at least a week of training to reach that milestone.
Finally, he’d volunteered to take on an annoying and time-consuming mission to travel to the city and buy furniture and other necessary goods, returning the next day having made great use of the resources at his disposal. Benton couldn’t have been more pleased with either the items bought or with his newest sect member.
Diligent. Hard-working. Capable. That was how he now thought of the Town Lord.
Fatty Ren had practically blushed when told and, completely embarrassed, had beaten a hasty retreat back to his palace in Vermilion Incomparable Rain Town.
The next three days passed very quickly for Benton. There was much truth to the adage that many tasks make time fly as, with his sect members starting to use all the pavilions, the arrays were getting constantly tested.
Luckily, nothing major went wrong. Which actually wasn’t luck. Benton had meticulously tested any portions likely to suffer catastrophic failure. He hadn’t done quite as good a job picking up all the minor issues, though.
One of the alchemy vents only pulled about half of the smoke out of the air, and one of the disposals got gummed up because the Void qi only reached half the drain. Pain inhibitors in several of the sparring rooms fluctuated randomly in certain locations. The fields in the Healing Pavilion had to be adjusted as the rapid stitching together of cuts made patients really uncomfortable. One of the forges would not maintain temperature, and Benton had a difficult time tracking down the problem.
And the list went on.
All in all, though, he had a lot of fun troubleshooting and even more fun teaching the sect members the ins and outs of the formations. By the end of that third day, everyone was pretty much settled in, and things were running smoothly.