A Peasants Cultivation Journey, a Choose your own adventure using Grok AI

This is a wuxia/xianxia text adventure using Grok AI where the settings, lorebook, and custom agents I have used are provided by me. You will need to setup Grok to run it under projects. Use (OOC: write here) and write your request to request things from the ai directly. So far I've only gotten to qi gathering stage 3 myself, this is my first time sharing my full settings. Feel free to talk to me in the Grok discord if you have any questions/comments. The real thing that makes this an adventure are the 4 custom agents I've setup (setting are posted). Please note that you need to start this adventure using the grok website on pc or mobile to use the project setting. You can continue it on the mobile app but it will no longer load a lot of stuff. I'm posting the messages as chapters so you can read what its like.Setting: Typical wuxia, be a hero or villain you get to choose. Start from the bottom and struggle towards immortality. This will not be easy.Notes: It's grok AI generating things here so I can't be responsible for what it generates, it's been told to be realistic and uncensored. If you live a good life perhaps you will encounter minimal bloodshed. If you take the path of the demon there may gore and blood. You choose your own path and what follows is what you'd see in real life. No adventure will be the same and you must be ruthless to yourself if you wish to cultivate towards ascension.About Grok: Grok has around a 2M token context window which is the equivalent of around 50-100 msgs before things get weird and Grok starts making mistakes. My auto summary feature appears to avoid this along with offloading a lot of things to custom agent settings and project files which don't take up that context window. But deep into the adventure you may need to have grok output a save state you can load into a new chat and start new. Xlan's feedback: Grok pulls context from memory features and linked stuff, also your grok settings factor in. outputs will vary on these things. that's why my thing gets wildly different results to different people. peoples outputs are a reflection of themselves most of the time. [if you have shared memory on what you've done before can influence new stuff I keep it off, thanks to randomness/temperature every adventure will be different]Credit: The wuxia and roleplay character lorebooks I got from elsewhere and may have edited myself. Much of what I've added for settings was generated with the help of Grok. Note the settings do mention sex as Grok tends to swing towards making you a harem op protagonist without them. Examples of text from my adventure: Today is the day of the Crimson Lotus Sect outer disciple trials. Your mother stands by the door, eyes red from crying. “Wei… please don’t go.” The first faint light of dawn touches the thatched roofs. Town square awaits. What do you do?(11/7th) Go, circulate your qi while you walk and recover your strength before you arrive. The morning mist hangs thick and cool as river water against your skin, soaking your threadbare tunic and turning the dirt path into slick, sucking mud that clings to your bare feet with every weary step. You walk alone, the village shrinking behind you under a pale gray sky that smells of wet earth and distant woodsmoke. Hunger gnaws your hollow belly. Your legs tremble from six days of brutal labor and endless cleansing, but you keep the qi cycling—slow, deliberate rotations that grind against the cracked blockage like coarse sand scouring fractured stone. Sharp pain flares through your meridians with each breath, yet a faint, sluggish trickle now flows where none existed before. Oily black sweat beads on your neck and drips down your spine, carrying the metallic bite of loosened impurities. Your dantian feels raw and bruised, but the smallest thread of warmth lingers. Strength does not return fully; you arrive pale and hollow-cheeked, moving like a man twice your age. The town square sprawls before you under the rising sun: a packed dirt expanse ringed by wooden stalls and nervous crowds of hopeful peasants, rogue cultivators, and desperate youths clutching ragged bundles. Arrogant outer disciples in green Crimson Lotus robes patrol the edges, swords glinting, qi auras pressing down like invisible weights. At the center stands a massive stone testing array etched with glowing runes, guarded by a stern Foundation Establishment elder whose gaze sweeps the square like a blade. Hundreds wait in tense clusters. The air reeks of sweat, cheap incense, and fear. The trials are about to begin. What do you do?(12/7th) Keep cycling frantically while you wait, restore as much strength as possible. Now that your Qi is cycling you should have entered qi condensation and be regarded as a cultivator even if the lowest level which makes you much stronger than normal humans. The morning sun climbs higher, beating down on the packed dirt of the town square like a blacksmith’s hammer. Sweat already beads on your brow and stings your eyes as you stand among the restless crowd of hopefuls—hundreds of thin, desperate youths shifting foot to foot, the air thick with the sour reek of unwashed bodies, cheap incense, and nervous fear-sweat. Your threadbare tunic clings damply to your hollow chest. You cycle frantically, teeth clenched, forcing the thin village qi through your cracked meridians in savage, grinding loops. The blockage shatters in one final, white-hot explosion of pain that rips a low grunt from your throat. A sudden, fragile trickle floods your dantian—real spiritual energy at last. Your body trembles as the first microscopic layer of Qi Condensation settles inside you, unstable and raw. You are technically a cultivator now… yet the surge is pathetic, barely enough to make your limbs feel slightly less leaden. Strength does not flood back; exhaustion