There’s Something Wrong With This Account - Chapter 321:
Chapter 321: 321,Turbulent Undercurrents
After returning to the tavern, Lu Xun cooked for the ladies, then lay on a cane chair and browsed the forum.
He soon came across the posts made by players, as well as their speculations about White Emperor’s power.
“They sure dare to speculate, claiming I’m at least in the Fifth Realm.” Lu Xun chuckled as he read through the posts.
However, he remembered that in his previous life, he was also a level 60 player, which justified players assuming this settlement for him.
“Hm, I am a Great Cultivator, there’s no problem with that.” Lu Xun said lightly, wearing a faint smile.
However, the author of the “scamming for food and drink” post on the forum vanished immediately after the White Emperor appeared within the boundaries of West State.
The one who had been making a lot of noise before didn’t even dare to show up, fearing to be barraged by players’ demands for live broadcasts.
Ji Li secluded herself in the tavern for three days, digesting the Sword Dao realizations she gained from the “Moon in the Well”.
She estimated that after returning to the Demon Sect and undergoing some quiet cultivation, she would be able to generate her own Sword Intent.
During these days, Lu Xun had been fervently harvesting ‘leeks’ from the Western State region.
He had to admit, the ‘leeks’ from other regions taste quite unique.
Lu Xun easily earned two million Experience Points and gained a wave of new fans.
“By calculating the days, the inner door advancement test of the Demon Sect should start after some time, right?” Lu Xun inquired to Ji Li and the others.
“Yes, in twenty days.” Ji Li counted on her fingers and replied.
“Then we should return to the sect. You need to prepare well.” Lu Xun gave a slight nod.
Once Ji Li passes the test, she will gain an opportunity to visit Dengcang Mountain.
Lu Xun was rather curious – what could she find on that mountain?
In his opinion, she should take a sword. After all, Ji Li’s Wedding Sword was only a magic artifact, which was somewhat outdated.
The highest-value magical weapon Ji Li now possessed was the red jade hairpin, “Red Makeup,” gifted to her by Lu Xun.
Hearing about returning to the mountains, Mao Nanbei immediately asked, “Little Junior Brother, are we leaving West State tomorrow?”
She felt like she hadn’t had enough fun yet. It felt like they’d come all this way just to have a few meals cooked by her little junior brother.
She even paid a price for it – being teased and having her ears pulled every day.
Trampling over her dignity as a senior sister!
Looking at her, Lu Xun replied, “We will start the journey tomorrow, but we need to stop at the Monument of West State first.”
“Is it that legendary Boundary Monument?” Mao Nanbei immediately became interested.
This was her first time in West State, and she was extremely curious about this legendary monument.
“Yes, the Boundary Monument, seen as a sacred tablet by the Sword Cultivators.” Lu Xun nodded.
He was indeed curious, what would the world’s Sword Cultivators feel if they knew their sacred Monument was alive?
“Great! I want to go see it!” Mao Nanbei immediately became excited.
Although she was a Knife Repair cultivator, she liked to join in exciting events, and this was just the kind of place she loved.
Lu Xun smiled, then turned to look at Lin Chan.
“I wonder, as a Natural Sword Embryo, will Little Chan gain anything from observing the Monument?” he thought to himself.
In the southwest region of the Heavenly Dust Continent lay the vast Ink Sea.
The extensive Ink Sea is one of the most mysterious places on the entire Heavenly Dust Continent.
It is believed that at the bottom of the sea, there are many relics left from the ancient times.
Of course, the mysterious sea floor also contains endless dangers.
At this moment, a huge black serpent was swimming on the surface of the sea, on whose head sat a person cloaked in a cape.
Narrow, bony hands peeked out of the cloak, revealing skin covered in age spots, wrinkles, and not much else.
Despite the skin’s shriveled state, one could tell these hands were quite slender.
Presumably, when this body was youthful, these would have been a beautiful pair of hands.
The person seated atop the black serpent’s head slowly removed his hood, revealing his silver hair and aged face.
He had only one eye; his left eye was blind.
It became blind due to the psychic backlash he received during a divination session.
But the strangest thing was that his remaining right eye looked so clear, bright, and lively.
Such eyes shouldn’t belong to an elderly man who looked frail and senile.
Elderly men should have cloudy eyes; these eyes had an overwhelming youthful feeling.
The reason was simple.
He wasn’t an old man. He was just a boy who aged prematurely.
He was only seventeen and a half years old.
The aging boy sat quietly, gazing into the distance.
He loved the sea, was obsessed with the sea, and felt that he could never tire of watching it.
At that moment, a strong wind blew through the sky.
A large figure reflected on the surface of the sea. It was a creature that looked somewhat like a mantis, only magnified countless times, roughly ten meters long.
It was deep blue-black all over, with what seemed to be two huge scythes attached to its hands.
On this creature’s body stood a man with delicate and elegant features.
He jumped down from the monster, arrived above the head of the black serpentine creature, then bowed to the aging boy and said, “Greetings, High Priest.”
The aging boy, addressed as the High Priest, lightly nodded and responded, “You have arrived.”
The delicate man looked at the High Priest’s empty left eye with a complex expression, filled with concern and anger, and asked, “High Priest, how is your eye… Are you okay?”
“Not a problem, it’s not like I have gone completely blind.” The aging boy waved his hand, not paying it much attention.
The delicate man didn’t speak because he knew well, that was the character of the High Priest. He was naturally optimistic and open-minded. It seemed like no negativity existed within him.
After a long while, he finally asked, “High Priest, what did you see in your divination that day that caused you to suffer such a severe backlash?”
The aging boy replied, “I only saw a pair of eyes, very calm eyes. Just by meeting his gaze once, my left eye turned out like this.”
He continued, “That pair of eyes gave me a feeling that was very much like… Never mind, such disrespectful words should not be spoken.”
The aging boy was reminded of those three slender eyes.
The calm eyes he saw in his divination were very similar in the sense of impact to the three eyes of the being their faith honored.
All gave the feeling of a highly exalted deity!
This was not an existence that he at his level could comprehend.
He glanced at the delicate man and asked, “Yin Tian, why have you sought me?”
The man known as Yin Tian replied, “I have come to say my farewells to the High Priest.”
The aging boy was slightly taken aback, and asked, “Did the Second Priest… choose you?”
“Yes, the Second Priest has assigned me this task,” Yin Tian replied.
“It is too risky. If it is only a test, there is no need to take such risks,” said the aging boy.
However, even as a priest himself, he could not interfere with the orders of the Second Priest.
“High Priest, do not worry. The target named Lu Xun is just a cultivator in the second or third realm. I will not make a move in the territory of West State. I will wait until he leaves,” Yin Tian said.
After that, he added, “Unless I encounter a Great Cultivator of the eighth realm, with my strength, there should be no problem.”
He was very confident in his abilities.
“But what if your test really provokes that Mister?” The High Priest asked.
“It would be no more than dying. At least this way, the High Priest and the Second Priest could estimate the strength of that legendary master through calculations,” Yin Tian took a deep look at the aging boy and said.
Strictly speaking, he was going there to die. He was merely a pawn selected by the Second Priest.
A pawn used to provoke that Mister, to gauge a similar measure of the strength of the Mister with their calculations.
Legend has it that the master, referred to as Mister, is likely the strongest being in the Heavenly Dust Continent, and knowing how strong he is would be imperative information.
Now, they had a meticulous plan, and Yin Tian had already prepared himself mentally.
The aging boy sighed, turned and looked at the Ink Sea that seemed calm but hid turbulent currents under its surface, remaining silent for a long time.
