681 Eighth Slash (1/2)
At the Guanlin Temple in a small city in Shandong located at the foot of Mount Tai were a few players with low qi realms. They had pale and sickly faces while sitting with gloomy expressions.
”This is bad.”
”Our abilities will be reduced by 20% for the next month. Our speed when we train will also be decreased. By the looks of it, we can only go and kill mountain bandits at low-end forts.”
”Boss, didn't you say that you wanted to become the strongest player in the world?”
One of the players looked at the man gritting his teeth with a derisive expression. ”I heard that the two strongest players in the current game are fighting at Mount Tai, and they have never died like us.”
”Shut up!”
The man glared at him fiercely, and his expression was filled with a contemptuous expression. ”Hmph! What would you know? Do you know that there is an ancient saying that goes if you want to become successful, you must undergo mental trials and physical hardships. Our chance has come. For the next month, let's fight hard to earn money. Let's switch to grade two masterpieces. At that time, we'll become second rate players in the game!”
”Grade two masterpieces cost a lot of money, you know? Besides, everyone carries refined masterpieces with them nowadays. And you claim that we can become second-rate players?
”If I have anything to say about it, then I'll say that no matter how hard we try, we can never become great players. Young Cave, remember that even though you won against us last time in rock paper scissors, we will only serve as your lackeys for a month. If we can't become famous after one month, it'll be my turn to become the leader.”
The man who spoke smiled in a calm and composed manner.
”Go die! I'm still around! In one month, I promise that I can make all of you rusty pieces of metal shine as bright as silver. At that time, you'll definitely be able to drink and eat the best food. Perhaps we can even bring Happy and One Emperor down from their thrones.”
”Haha, with the likes of you?”
The group of youngsters who were in a slump laughed and joked together.
At that moment, the door to the Guanlin Temple opened with a creak and attracted their attention.
”Haha, who's so unlucky to accompany us during this moment?” The boy named Young Cave was in a rather good mood. He died once in the game but still managed to find joy in his misery.
The people who walked out of Guanlin Temple were Happy and One Emperor. They had sat inside the temple for a time and circulated their qi circulate to recover.
No one could find any traces of the weakness and paleness that other players had after they died. Instead, they looked very energetic as they walked down the stairs in a majestic gait.
Young Cave and the others instantly opened their eyes wide, and their jaws fell slack as they pointed at the duo. They found themselves unable to say anything even after a long time had passed.
”I owe you two favors now. How am I going to repay you?”
One of the two people who walked out was dressed in a neat and noble looking brocade robe with black borders. There was a cold expression on his handsome face, but there was also an incredibly relaxed smile on his lips. When both elements were mixed together, it was incredibly harmonious, and there was an invisible, mighty pressure naturally formed about him.
”One… One Emperor…”
Young Cave and the others subconsciously hid in a corner and tried to widen the distance between them and One Emperor as they watched the top on Dragon Rank. Young Cave had declared that he wanted to drag this legendary player down his throne just now, and he sucked in multiple breaths.
The others were terrified. They stared at the man who stood beside One Emperor. He was dressed in Golden Armor, and there were countless sword gashes criss-crossing on it. There was also a distinct sword hole at the spot where his heart was.
His face was familiar to the group from numerous battle replays.
He was praised as the strongest player, and he had occupied the top spot on Famous People Rank for a long period of time. He was Happy, the second clan master of the strongest clan in the game, Mu Clan.
How did these two people walk out together from Guanlin Temple?
The group's thoughts were a little frozen.
They watched the duo walk down the stairs slowly and could not understand what was going on. The two of them should be engaged in a life and death battle at the summit of Mount Tai, so how could they be acting as cordially as old friends and chat with each other?
”I'll have to thank you for your gift as well. That is the best weapon on Divine Weapon Rank. Seventh Sword… Heh heh, the seventh sword from Fatal Thirteen Swords is so powerful that it will make even ghosts and gods avoid it. If we have a chance in the future, I'll have to see the eighth slash that you just understood, along with the other sword slashes.”
Happy laughed heartily.
The duo was chatting and laughing together in the temple. Not only had they used Fire Qilin Blood to cure their internal injuries, their qi had also increased by twenty points.
One of the two favors One Emperor mentioned was Fire Qilin Blood, and the other was that with Happy's help, he managed to regain clarity of mind at the final moment and see the vague shadow of the eighth slash after the seventh slash.