Game Invasion: Awakening the Necromancer at the Start

Chu Yanran was a little flustered by her enthusiasm, but she still patiently explained:

"I know some light-footed skills, and I can fly on a sword... but that requires reaching the 'Sword Heart Clarity' realm, which I haven't reached yet."

As for the saying "a single sword strike chills fourteen provinces"... that's an exaggeration. A swordsman's skill lies in precision, not breadth.

"That's amazing!" Su Li said, resting her chin on her hand. "Sister Chu, could you teach me swordsmanship? I want to learn too!"

"You... are of the Holy Light type." Chu Yanran hesitated. "Sword cultivators need a pure sword heart, and the power of Holy Light might cause conflict."

"Oh..." Su Li was a little disappointed, but quickly cheered up.

"It's alright! I can watch Sister Chu use a sword."

Chu Yanran looked at the energetic girl, and her cold gaze finally softened a little.

The conversation between the two girls lightened the atmosphere in the training room.

Su Wan, watching all this from the monitoring room, had a slight smile on her lips.

Although my younger sister can be willful at times, her sunny disposition and enthusiasm are truly infectious.

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The Jiangcheng Black Market is located in the underground drainage system of the old city.

Chu Yanran followed behind Su Wan with a frown, her hand always resting on an ordinary iron sword hanging at her waist.

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"The air here... is terribly polluted," Chu Yanran said in a low voice, her gaze sweeping warily over the vendors setting up stalls on both sides.

The people were wrapped in tattered cloaks, and the goods on their stalls were all sorts of strange and unusual items.

Animal bones gleaming with an eerie light, shriveled eyeballs, and the fur of an unknown creature.

Su Wan kept walking: "You'll get used to it. Old Gui's shop is at the very back."

After passing through three corners, at a relatively dry fork in the road, a shop built with rusted iron plates came into view.

A crooked wooden sign hangs at the entrance, with three words painted in red: "Know-it-all".

Pushing open the creaking iron door, the inside of the shop was even darker than the outside.

An oil lamp flickered behind the counter, illuminating the owner's gaunt face.

He was about fifty years old, with an eye patch over his left eye, but his right eye was unusually bright.

"Old ghost." Su Wan walked directly to the counter.

The one-eyed boss looked up, grinning to reveal his yellow teeth: "Oh, isn't this President Su from the Eternal Temple? What a rare guest!"

"To get straight to the point, I'm looking for the person who stole the Longquan Sword."

Old Ghost's eyes darted around: "The Dragon Spring Sword...that's a treasure of the Chu family. As for information, yes, we do have some..."

"How many?"

"200 gold coins." Old Ghost held up two fingers. "No bargaining."

Chu Yanran's pupils contracted, her hand on the hilt of her sword: "You dare to extort me—"

Su Wan raised her hand to stop her, took out a money pouch from her storage ring, and counted out two hundred gold coins, placing them on the counter.

The gold coins clinked together, making a crisp sound, and the old man's eyes lit up immediately.

"Great!" he said, pocketing the gold coins and lowering his voice.

Three days ago, a man in black robes sold the sword to Li the Cripple, an antique shop owner in the east of the city.

But that was just a ruse. My men saw that Li the Cripple handed the sword over to its rightful owner that very night.

"Who?"

Old Ghost paused, a hint of apprehension flashing in his single eye: "That guy... doesn't seem like a living person. He lives deep in the mass grave in the south of the city, and he exudes an aura of death."

My scout only dared to peek from afar before he was so frightened that he ran back that very night.

Su Wan raised an eyebrow: "The exact location?"

"On the north side of the mass grave, there is a dead old locust tree. There is a hole under the tree where he used to move around."

Old Ghost pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from under the counter. "This is a bonus. That man in black robes has been collecting 'Yin Sha Soil' lately, probably preparing for some kind of ritual."

Chu Yanran took the note, on which a simple map was hastily drawn with charcoal.

She looked at Su Wan, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "You...you believe him so easily?"

"Old Ghost has been selling intelligence in Jiangcheng for twenty years." Su Wan turned and walked out. "His rule is 'tenfold compensation for any false information,' and his reputation is more valuable than his life."

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The yin energy in the mass grave is even stronger than it was three days ago.

Upon entering this area, Su Wan clearly felt the necromantic energy within her body become active. A system notification automatically popped up:

High concentrations of dead organisms detected in the environment.

[Talent 'Netherworld Affinity' activated: All attributes +20%]

Chu Yanran felt the deathly aura permeating the air, her face turning pale: "The Yin energy here... is so dense that it can be seen with the naked eye."

Indeed, a faint gray mist hung in the air. The trees were dead, and the ground was an unnatural dark brown.

Following the map, the two quietly approached the old locust tree on the north side.

It was an ancient tree that had completely died. At the base of the tree, a hole about one meter in diameter extended downwards at an angle, with the entrance partially covered by a stone slab.

Su Wan made a gesture, and Chu Yanran understood. The two of them stood on either side of the cave entrance.

He closed his eyes and sensed, his spiritual energy probing into the cave like tentacles—

"There are energy fluctuations below," Su Wan said in a low voice. "Some kind of ritual is taking place."

Chu Yanran bit her lower lip, her hand already on the hilt of the sword.

Su Wan shook her head to signal her to wait a moment, then summoned ten skeletons.

These skeletons moved nimbly and silently into the tomb raider's tunnel, acting as scouts.

Five minutes later, through the shared vision of the dead, Su Wan could see the situation inside the cave.

This is a hole that was expanded into a small basement, about thirty square meters in size.

In the center of the ground, a complex magic circle was drawn with blood. At each of the five corners of the magic circle was a white bone candle, the candlelight of which was an eerie, ghostly green.

The man in black robes stood with his back to the cave entrance, his hands raised high, chanting incantations.

The Longquan sword was stuck in the very center of the magic array, its blade trembling constantly and emitting a mournful buzzing sound.

Chu Yanran understood the situation through Su Wan's hand gestures.

A flash of anger crossed her eyes, but she forcefully suppressed the impulse.

Just then, the man in black robes suddenly turned around.

Beneath the hood was a grayish-white face, with skin as dry and withered as tree bark, and murky yellow pupils.

Those weren't the eyes of a living person; they were the eyes of some high-ranking undead possessing the corpse.

"The Necromancer Lord?" A hoarse voice came from his chapped lips. "I didn't expect... to catch such a big fish."

Su Wan decided to stop hiding and led Chu Yanran into the basement.

Skeleton soldiers surged out from all sides, blocking all the exits.

"Hand over the sword," Su Wan said calmly.

The black-robed undead let out a piercing laugh: "Hand over? You think you can be a level 25 junior like me?"

"Hand over your heart, and I might consider letting you die a quick death. The heart of the Necromancer's Lord is a fine offering."

Chu Yanran could no longer restrain herself, drew her sword and charged forward: "Give me back my ancestral sword!"

"Little brat." The black-robed undead raised his hand and waved it. The magic circle on the ground suddenly lit up, and the eerie green flames of the five white bone candles surged, transforming into five chains that wrapped around Chu Yanran.

Chu Yanran spun around swiftly, her iron sword tracing an arc in her hand: "Break!"

The sword energy severed three chains, but the remaining two had already wrapped around her wrists and ankles.

Su Wan attacked simultaneously, and the black mist that was bound by death surged from the ground, colliding and strangling with the ghostly green chains.

Taking advantage of the break, Su Wan carefully examined her opponent.

[Abyss Priest (Possessed by an Undead)]

Rating: 35

Status: Ceremony in progress (60%)

property:???

Skill:? ? ?

Level 35, and he's currently performing some kind of ritual. Su Wan's heart tightened—she couldn't let him complete the ritual.

"Skeletons, attack!"

Ten skeletal guards charged forward with bone shields, while twenty skeletal archers fired in unison from behind.

Bone arrows rained down, but the black-robed undead simply waved one hand, and a white bone shield appeared in front of him, blocking all the attacks.