Ch77 - Su Xuanyan? Who is that? (2/2)
Because his gaze had met with a pair of eyes that were as black as ink. That gaze held amusement as it looked back at him, warm as the spring breeze, and even Xue Ling’s frigid expression softened somewhat due to that smile.
That man was dressed all in black, with long black hair tied behind his head in something resembling a ponytail, but for some reason it looked better than a simple ponytail. The bangs over his forehead did not block his facial features; he was a man whose smile was gentle enough to light up the world, but when the smile was no longer there, he could freeze everyone’s heart. The breeze from the lake played with his robe, and there was a black and white cat on his shoulder that was yawning lazily. He stood on the Tianmo Gate’s ship and smiled at Xue Ling, his gaze filled with a light that Xue Ling could not understand and making his scalp feel numb as though he was being watched.
Xue Ling recalled the plot and had a slight impression of this man.
He was a person who had very little to do with the plot. He was the person ranked first on the wealth rankings, and although he was the senior disciple of Tianmo Gate, the leading devil’s path sect, he seldom made a move and his level was always stable and fixed in the fifth place of the level ranking list. No matter how the rankings changed for the people in front of him, he was always fifth.
Xue Ling looked at him somewhat absentmindedly, but then he watched as the man opened his mouth and shaped a word.
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Xue Ling was shocked, recovering his wits in a rush as his ears began to turn red.
Clearly, the other side had only mouthed a word and said nothing unacceptable, but Xue Ling felt like he had just been teased.
He said, “Focus.”
The system on Xue Ling’s shoulder tsked, presumably confirming a certain person’s identity.
Because there had been no such person in the plot, Xue Ling did not know his name. Now, this person felt a little familiar to him, so he kept his expression icy as he looked through the rankings.
There were many anonymous people on the wealth rankings, but the person ranked first hid nothing, causing others to come up with an imaginary image of a person whose entire body screamed ‘Lao Tzu has money’. This image completely did not match up to what he looked like in person. He was Su Xuanyan, the senior disciple of Tianmo Gate’s ancestor.
Xue Ling found the name rather surprising and unexpected. It seemed to be a personal name, and not a game name.
People from all the sects and factions had appeared, and the general recruitment naturally began. There was hardly any suspense in Ten Thousand Sword Sect’s competition as Depth of Despair had basically already been chosen beforehand as the senior disciple. Xue Ling propped his cheek against his hand and watched for a while before informing the sect leader of his decision to go off and do his own tasks. The sect leader did not try to force him to stay as he had already showed his face and completed the task, and told him to have fun before letting him go.
Xue Ling left the boats and snuck away. He was not seen by many people, but when he turned a corner, he found himself blocked.
The cat on the man’s shoulder was meowing at the fox on Xue Ling’s shoulder. The system did not think too much about it, and showed itself directly. Because it was also made up of data, it could be seen by others in this world. It normally liked to stay hidden, but was polite due to the identity of the man in front of them.
The person who had come over curved his lips into a smile as he spoke. “A big fox and a little fox?”
Xue Ling stared at him with interest for a moment before turning to ask the system, “Is it him?”
The system nodded. “There’s no mistaking him. Nobody but your man has this enigmatic aura. Only, why does it seem as though something is off about his life?”
“Perhaps because his character this time is Passer-by A? And he’s a character that was mentioned in the plot with nothing else written about him?”
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“He gives me a strange feeling.”
Su Xuanyan, or rather, the Sealed Devil, just stood there and watched as Xue Ling and the little fox perched on his shoulder whispered together, totally ignoring him. He was not anxious, folding his arms across his chest with an extremely patient expression. “What are you going off to do? Do you want to form a team?” He opened his mouth to ask.
Xue Ling nodded. “I need materials to forge my sword.”
“I’ll accompany you.”
Xue Ling raised his eyebrows. Now he knew what was wrong with the man in this life. The repressed and bottled-up side of his personality seemed to be in hiding – the man even knew how to laugh, and it was his sunny smiling appearance that made Xue Ling hesitate. Everyone knew that throughout so many worlds, the man had always had an icy expression. Had he changed his character in this world? “You are…” Since he didn’t know what exactly was happening with the man in this life, Xue Ling followed his own designated character profile and asked the question in a very cold and aloof manner.
He had no idea that his façade had cracked as early as when Su Xuanyan had asked him a question and he had obediently answered. Even if the expression on his face was even colder, the man could already guess at the emotions hidden under that face. The man kept a smile on his lips as his pair of good-looking eyes locked onto Xue Ling, his gaze carrying undisguised intent that made his scalp tingle.
“I am the senior disciple of Tianmo Gate’s Ancestor Tianmo, Su Xuanyan. You can call me Yan.” The Sealed Devil had no intention of introducing his other identity now. Compared to calling himself the Sealed Devil, it was more meaningful for him to give Xue Ling the name that he had chosen for himself, and not the name that the people who created him had assigned for him.
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It is also the reason why he chose to use this face in front of Xue Ling, and not the face of the devil whose existence made heaven and earth tremble. This was an appearance that he had created for himself. It belonged only to him, and had been deeply imprinted in his mind. It was just like how the name Xue Ling had inexplicably appeared in his heart and could not be separated from his soul.
He could enter the players’ chat channel, and could come and go freely in any place where the main computer existed. So, he had very clear knowledge about everything related to this person – the way he looked before he downgraded his appearance, his name, his everything.
It was also everything he wanted to possess.
When Xue Ling heard his name, something seemed to flash across his mind. He had a slight impression of this name, but it was too vague, and seemed to be something that he had forgotten long ago. Now that it was brought up again, it could only bring up a distant memory.
He vaguely remembered that there was someone who had said that to him before.
“My name is Su Xuanyan.”
Su Xuanyan?
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Who is that?
Xue Ling clenched his fists, and realized for the first time that he really seemed to have forgotten something important.