Ch76 - It looks like I’ll need to beat up more and more rivals in the future (1/2)
6.5 – It looks like I’ll need to beat up more and more rivals in the future
translator: xiin
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“You are of a fox lineage has charm deeply embedded in their bones. No matter who it is, as long as they meet you, they will all love you.” The trees on the mountain were evergreens, the person in front of him was dressed in white with his long hair tied up, and as he walked, his feet did not touch the ground. His entire being seemed like that of an otherworldly immortal separated from everyone. “This is both a good thing and a bad thing.”
Xue Ling followed his new cheap master. At first, he had an inexplicable aversion to this man, but when he changed back to that untouchable immortal look, that aversion disappeared. When he learned that this man held the highest status in Ten Thousand Sword Sect and was the strongest sword cultivator, Xue Ling reluctantly recognized this cheap man as his master, but his heart was filled with all kinds of discontent.
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Because having a higher position in the game would make things more convenient for him, he had to tolerate the big iceberg in front of him.
Wasn’t it just a competition to see who could be a better snow lotus or iceberg? No problem!
“When the nine-tailed fox is born into the world, the world will inevitably be chaotic. Your master does not know what your future holds, but I can help you avoid those storms.” Han Wuzheng brought Xue Ling all the way to his pavilion as he continued, “When one has strength and power, one would naturally have nothing to fear. As sword cultivators, we bring our swords with us as we travel all over the world, fearlessly fighting with heaven and earth by virtue of our absolute strength.”
Xue Ling could not muster up the energy to show his contempt towards his words, and only kept his mouth shut as he silently nodded.
“Chijian Peak is your master’s mountain peak, and there are no other people here. You can first live in the Tingyu Pavilion.”
Xue Ling felt that the name of this pavilion was familiar, and tried hard to recall it before realizing that the name of this pavilion coincided with the protagonist shou’s name. His game name was Listening to Rain on a Bridge, and the word Tingyu in Tingyu Pavilion meant ‘listening to rain’, which almost seemed to have been prepared for him. Xue Ling frowned a little unhappily.
“Your master lives in the Purple Sword Pavilion on the mountain peak. You can find me there if you need anything.”
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“Mm.” Although this man looked like an iceberg, he was still very conscientious as a teacher, not becoming angry even though he spoke so much and only received a single sound of affirmation from Xue Ling in return. Rather, he calmly continued to speak.
“As a sword cultivator, it is absolutely necessary to have a sword. Go to the valley and pick up a spiritual stone. After you return, I will teach you sword stances and abilities.”
“Yes.”
His words caused a quest to emerge. Xue Ling silently accepted the quest and headed towards the valley behind the Ten Thousand Sword Sect to select a spiritual stone. He walked briskly, and did not notice that the man’s gaze was pinned to his back as he left.
It no longer held the initial iciness, but rather had an over-the-top obsessiveness. Currently, Han Wuzheng no longer held any resemblance to an iceberg, but he still looked discontented as he sighed deeply and turned to enter the little pavilion, preparing to fix it up for Xue Ling. Who would’ve thought that as soon as he turned, a dense black cloud of devilish energy descended from the sky. Han Wuzheng’s expression changed, his hand extended and a ray of bright light shot out, but it still failed to block the devilish energy.
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The small pavilion collapsed, having been completely corroded by the black energy.
Han Wuzheng’s face was dark. He wanted to catch the culprit, but every time, his opponent slipped away very quickly and left no traces behind. Han Wuzheng silently shaped a name, his eyes fierce, but he quickly recovered and called for a disciple to find another pavilion artifact to place here so that his disciple would have a place to live in when he returned.
The disciple who had been called over acknowledged the order, descended Chijian Peak, and arrived at the sect’s Treasure Pavilion. He requested for a pavilion artifact as per to his martial-uncle’s instructions.
The newly arrived outer disciple chose an artifact for him to take away according to his request. He watched as the disciple once again ascended Chijian Peak, then showed a sly smile.
That person was his, and even the place that he lived in needed to be a building that he had created. He would not agree to that person living in Han Wuzheng or the Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s pavilions.
Even if he had entered the righteous path, he could make him sever relations and change sides.
But, he needed to take it slowly. It appeared that that person would not feel any goodwill towards people who approached him with hidden motives. For example, the anxious Han Wuzheng who had made his move a bit too quickly. Han Wuzheng could not sense it, but the Sealed Devil seemed to be able to sense that person’s feelings. From just a frown, he was already able discern multiple meanings.
“He really deserves to be a nine-tailed fox.” The Devil King propped his chin on his hand and felt somewhat helpless. “The ability to charm others’ hearts is really not a joke. It looks like I’ll need to beat up more and more rivals in the future, hm?” From to his tone, it was as though he had already placed this person within his grasp, and had no intention of letting him go.
Xue Ling had no idea what kind of strange people had popped out of nowhere. Regarding the spiritual stones required for sword cultivation, there were no particularly good or bad ones. Any type of spiritual stone would still be able to make a sword and count as sword cultivation.
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Fortunately, because it was a game and the developers did not want to waste players’ time, the years of sword meditation were directly skipped over, and as soon as players picked up a piece of spiritual stone, they would have a very good understanding of it.
The crafting of weapons and artifacts depended on talent. A good sword cultivator would naturally be able to craft their sword and know a little about crafting other things. A less skilled sword cultivator would also be stuck with their own sword for the rest of their life.
Xue Ling followed the quest requirements and returned to Chijian Peak with his spiritual stone. He discovered that the original Tingyu Pavilion had disappeared, and a small, two-storied house had replaced it. Its shape was somewhat at odds with the mountain, but he found it especially to his liking.
The disciple that had purposely stayed behind to clarify matters for him bowed slightly and said, “Martial-uncle, grand martial-uncle noticed that you did not like Discerning Rain Pavilion, so he ordered me to find a different artifact. This is Xuexing Hall.”
Xue Ling wrinkled his brows, but did not show any unhappiness this time. He nodded and stepped into the two storied little house in a good mood. After putting down the spiritual stone in his hand, Xue Ling opened up his game interface panel.
Because it was a game, the Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s skills would appear on the interface panel. Only, all the skills were grey; he would not be able to use them before his master taught him how to use them.