YM778.TV Chapter 12
On the adorned with intricate patterns card was a man dressed in a dark constable uniform with a long saber at his waist, his mouth slightly upturned in a mysterious smile. Behind him was Loushan City under the moonlight.
Just from the illustration, this Wuming character card looked quite cool.
“I can understand the Blood Demon Sect hating me, but the Heavenly Origin Dynasty too?”
Li Muyang looked at the reputation with the factions on his character card, unable to comprehend where this enmity came from.
He had clearly helped the Heavenly Origin Dynasty a great deal, yet not only did the court not thank him, but they even harbored resentment towards him.
“No wonder this Heavenly Origin Dynasty is in its last years. Just look, the court is full of rotten wood serving as officials, and beasts in human clothing are consuming the state’s salary without a care. There’s not a single normal person among them.”
“To think that helping you would end up with me being resented… Tsk…”
“But what is this Ever-Victorious Army?”The puzzled Li Muyang looked at the factions reputation on his character card, not recalling any such force in Loushan City.
Could it be referring to that pot-bellied General Wu?
As the character card disappeared from his view and entered the catalog, Li Muyang realized he had finished reviewing all the settlement content.
In the center of the grand unfolding scroll, a cloud storm was slowly rotating, with a few big characters floating in the center of the storm.
【Searching for fairy…】
As an experienced gamer, Li Muyang had by now roughly understood the logic behind this game system.
It would search for different instances and generate different characters for Li Muyang to challenge, and upon successful completion, he would receive various rewards.
Although the interface looked like a mobile game, there was no option to spend real money on microtransactions, nor was there a store interface.
In the top right corner was the character attribute 【Li Muyang: Qi Refining Realm Second Layer (12%)】.
This digital experience bar roughly represented Li Muyang’s current cultivation realm.
He still had a long way to go to reach the Third Layer of Qi Refining.
Below the experience bar was the character catalog, but for now, Li Muyang only had one character card 【Wuming】.
Clearly, he would have to pass other games in the future to obtain new character cards.
It’s just unclear what use these character cards have.
After briefly checking the updated system interface, Li Muyang yawned and opened his eyes.
Having stayed up for two consecutive nights, he was extremely tired and felt he could fall asleep as soon as he lay down.
But daylight had already brightened outside, and the sound of Guan Xiaoshun fetching water and washing up next door could be heard.
Although Li Muyang was so sleepy he wanted to go back to bed, he had to muster the energy to get up and continue his job herding sheep today.
After a quick wash, Li Muyang stepped out the door.
Before leaving, he glanced at the dirty wooden cabinet, which contained the two jin of spiritual rice he had just stored.
But as someone as poor as he was, he didn’t have to worry about anyone stealing his rice.
Right now, Li Muyang just wanted to finish work quickly and come back to cook in the evening.
Cooked spiritual rice must taste even better, so he was looking forward to what high-grade spiritual rice would taste like.
The game system was indeed powerful, casually handing out high-grade spiritual rice.
In fact, it’s bit too powerful.
High-quality high-grade spiritual rice… Li Muyang wouldn’t even dare to sell it if he couldn’t finish it.
If high-grade spiritual rice appeared in the Outer Sect market… a jin or two might be fine, but if more appeared, it would definitely attract attention.
The Endless Spirit Rice Jar is such a treasure that even the elders in the sect would be tempted if they knew about it.
Li Muyang wouldn’t be able to keep it safe once word got out.
The order and justice within a demonic sect like the Demon Refining Sect were like the undergarments of a cybernetic Bodhisattva. Not to say there was none, but often a slight pull would cause them to collapse.
If Li Muyang wanted to live a peaceful life, he had to be careful to keep the secret of the spiritual rice jar.
Yawning as he stepped out, Li Muyang went to find the steward to collect his spiritual tool and identity plaque in a good mood, then skillfully herded a flock of black sheep into the mountains.
In the valley shrouded by a blood mist, Li Muyang immediately fell asleep by the roadside after driving all the black sheep into it.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, but Li Muyang slept soundly.
Since arriving in this world, it was the first time he had slept so deeply.
He had finally seen a glimmer of hope to change his life.
……
In the distant Blood Mist Valley, as Li Muyang lay sound asleep in the mist, the last rays of the setting sun sprinkled on the mountain path outside Loushan City.
A carriage loaded with vegetables and fruits traveled along the rugged mountain road.
The melancholic folk songs hummed by the coachman with his northwestern accent echoed through the mountains.
A constable who had been resting with closed eyes in the carriage suddenly opened them.
The next second, the constable leaped up and jumped off the carriage.
His dark constable uniform unfolded in the night wind, and the silent constable suddenly abandoned the carriage and started running along the mountain path.
This abrupt action startled the coachman.
“What? Constable!”
The coachman instinctively wanted to call out to him to stay, but the constable moved so quickly that he seemed to vanish like lightning.
With one step, he appeared tens of meters away.
His ghostly movements, shrinking the distance with each step, made the coachman’s eyes widen in shock.
“A god… an immortal?”
This kind of movement, covering tens of meters in a single step, was exactly like the tales told by storytellers!
The coachman stared with wide eyes, dumbfounded, abd momentarily at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, the constable’s ghost-like figure flickered several times along the mountain path, each flicker lasting 3 seconds, and after several such flickers, he climbed to the end of the rugged mountain road and saw the inn at the mountain pass.
The old inn, bearing the sign ‘Horse Relay Station’, stood quietly among the mountains.
Under the sunset, the inn was coated with a layer of dark, blood-red light, giving it an eerie appearance.
The constable stood by the roadside, let out a breath, then put on a smile, slung his waist saber, and walked towards the inn, casually pushing open the large door.
Inside the quiet inn’s lobby, a fairy in green clothes sat with a glaze immortal sword on her back.
Several rivers and lakes guests were scattered around, seemingly strangers to one another. But the moment the constable stepped through the inn’s door, everyone’s gaze fell on him.
A few guests from the rivers and lakes exchanged glances without changing their expressions.
The enthusiastic innkeeper approached with a beaming smile.
“Esteemed guest, are you here to rest for a moment or to stay the night…”
However, before the innkeeper could finish, the constable who had abruptly entered the inn walked straight past him, heading towards Fairy Liuli in the center of the lobby.
In an instant, all eyes within the inn were focused on the nameless constable.
Amidst these inscrutable gazes, the constable who had approached Fairy Liuli stretched out his right hand with a smile and said something abrupt and impolite.
“Fairy, may I borrow your immortal sword for a moment?”
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