Chapter 9 - 9 009, [Night Parade of One Hundred Demons]

9 009, [Night Parade of One Hundred Demons]

Translator: Henyee Translations

Editor: Henyee Translations

Ji Li was completely unaware that she had already been labelled as “Big Brainless X” in Lu Xun’s mind.

She was still in an excited state, because she managed to figure out the subtext behind Lu Xun’s words — that the plump sister was actually a cultivator!

Ji Li had always yearned for cultivation, after all, possessing the Magical Sword and Demonic Arts was like having a ticket to enter.

As long as Lu Xun becomes her refining vessel, she can start cultivating.

But she knew very well, this was a road of no return.

If she weren’t carrying the burden of heavy blood feud, she wouldn’t even consider learning the Demonic Arts.

But now it’s different, a legendary cultivator is living in the same inn as her!

Although the appearance of this person didn’t match the image of cultivators she had in her mind, a cultivator is still a cultivator no matter their appearance!

Among martial artists, how many of them can embark on the path of cultivation?

Even though only the strong ones can truly become cultivators, the majority of martial artists can’t even compete with cultivators, no matter how long they train.

If she’s lucky enough to have a cultivator as her master, once her training is successful, she can avenge her parents!

Involuntarily, Ji Li held her head high and puffed up her chest, as if she had already embarked on an endless daydream.

Looking at her, Lu Xun really wanted to say: “Miss, wake up!”

She hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, how did she get this drunk?

After a long while, Ji Li reacted and asked, “How can you say for sure that she is a cultivator?”

“Because ever since she came to our room, your sword has changed.” Lu Xun silently wondered, how could this silly sister not notice the difference in the Wedding Sword?

“Eh!?” Ji Li quickly looked down at the Wedding Sword.

She used to be able to sense a touch of the sword’s spiritual rhyme when she circulated her internal energy, but now, it’s like a piece of Mortal Iron, looking good but nothing more.

But she could confirm that the sword was still a sword; it just looked different on the surface.

“Is it like…someone cast a Blind Eye Method on it?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Lu Xun nodded.

“Did you notice it then?” Ji Li was a little puzzled.

Lu Xun nodded.

“You’re so amazing!” Ji Li couldn’t help but exclaim.

“[Favorability +1…+1…+1…]”

Lu Xun’s mouth twitched slightly: “…”

Looking at Ji Li, he said, “The reason I asked you to sit here is to talk about this.”

He continued, “Cultivation Factions like to recruit disciples. Your family background is clean and your experience pitiful. Encountering such an opportunity is your destiny. Whether it will work depends on your cultivation aptitude.”

“You know so much!” Ji Li propped up her own cheeks with her hands, looking at Lu Xun and said.

“[Favorability +1……+1……+1……]”

Dammit, can we even have a proper conversation!?

Getting back to the point, aptitude for cultivation is the most profound aspect in the Heavenly Dust Continent. But in the game, it’s the Special Attribute called[Enlightenment].

Currently, Lu Xun has an[Enlightenment]of 1, which is the lowest level; he barely meets the threshold to start cultivation and could follow the path of being a weakling.

His[Enlightenment]can be improved, but for a native like Ji Li, only by encountering great fortune, triumphant luck, and grabbing the protagonist template, can she change her given talent.

Ji Li took a sip of tea offered from the teahouse, and asked Lu Xun, “Does that mean as long as I have cultivation aptitude, there’s a good chance I will enter the Immortal Gate?”

Lu Xun nodded, saying, “There’s a high possibility.”

Ji Li’s small round face stiffened a bit, seeming a little nervous.

She knew her martial talent was indeed not bad, but her cultivation aptitude…that remained to be seen.

But Lu Xun was only a level 0 player now, so he couldn’t decipher much either.

Seeing the look on Ji Li’s face, Lu Xun had something to say, but he stopped himself.

He understood some things very clearly. After all, he’d interacted with Murong Yan while playing as his other characters and knew her true identity.

But he couldn’t tell Ji Li any of this now, because he had no way to explain how he knew.

“Anyway, she’ll find out when the time comes.” Lu Xun told himself.

…

…

The weather was gradually getting colder, and the sky was getting gloomy.

They entered the city late, and now it was almost dark. It looked like it would rain.

Many people were rushing home. From their conversations, Lu Xun found out that today was the Ghost Festival.

The Ghost Festival, also called the Half-Seventh Month, was a day when ghosts were supposedly rampant.

Tonight, Wei County would probably be very quiet; many people would likely stay at home and not go out.

Upon hearing that today was the Ghost Festival, Ji Li lowered her head slightly and stroked the Wedding Sword placed horizontally on her lap. Her eyes turned a bit red.

She thought of her parents.

Lu Xun, for a moment, didn’t know how to comfort her, but he thought of a saying:

“He watched the nurse carrying me out of the delivery room, I was crying, he was laughing;

I watched him be put into the coffin, I was crying, he couldn’t respond anymore.”

The separation of life and death always made people feel powerless.

“Let’s go back.” Lu Xun said to Ji Li.

She obediently nodded.

After returning to the inn, Ji Li ate a bit and then locked herself in her room.

It had indeed started raining outside and it was a downpour with no signs of stopping.

For once, Lu Xun was alone. He lay on the bed, listening to the rain, and continued to ponder how to proceed and refine his plans.

In the middle of the night, Lu Xun heard frantic knocks on the door. When he opened the door, he saw Ji Li holding the trembling Wedding Sword.

Since it was a Magical Sword, it had its own spirituality. If the sword started trembling all of a sudden, there must be a reason.

Lu Xun was just a level 0 character, and Ji Li merely a martial artist. Their senses may not be as acute as the sword’s.

“Something’s wrong! Let’s go out and take a look!” Lu Xun said.

He wasn’t afraid of trouble; if the sky were to collapse, let the tall ones hold it up. Since a cultivator lived in this inn, Murong Yan would be the one to take care of things first.

After they got down to the lobby, the inn was quiet, while the sound of rain was loud.

Only Murong Yan was sitting at the entrance, her figure blocking half of the door.

At the sight of Lu Xun and Ji Li coming downstairs, she was a bit surprised. But after she noticed the Wedding Sword in Ji Li’s hand, Murong Yan understood what was going on.

The rain outside was really heavy. And with today being Ghost Festival, it felt a bit colder too.

Lu Xun took a glance outside, due to his special abilities, his eyes could see more information. Even though he was a newbie who hadn’t cultivated yet, he could still see many things that ordinary people couldn’t.

He initially just want to take a glance, but he couldn’t help but widen his eyes at the sight.

He saw such a magical scene:

― In the heavy rain, hundreds of ghosts were walking in the night; there was a person, who seemed to be having more fun than the ghosts.