All-People Game: As a Sword Cultivator, All I Can Do is Fly with a Sword

Li Jin locked herself in her room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and tried to enter that mysterious and profound state of meditation.

He muttered to himself, "The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name..."

However, ten minutes passed.

Apart from his legs feeling a little numb, he didn't feel anything else.

Twenty minutes have passed.

My stomach started growling at an inopportune moment, and the glistening, oily look of Zhang Ji's roast chicken down the mountain began to uncontrollably appear in my mind.

"No, I must clear my mind. I am a man destined to cultivate immortality; how can I let a mere roast chicken shake my resolve?"

Li Jin shook her head violently, trying to banish the image of roast chicken from her mind and refocus her attention.

Half an hour later.

He successfully fell asleep.

He even had a dream in which he was holding a chicken leg bigger than himself, gnawing on it with his mouth full of oil.

After a long while, Li Jin sighed and stood up.

"It seems we still have to use that strange observation perspective to search for cultivation techniques."

However, watching that video last time had left him mentally exhausted.

I'll probably have to wait until I'm fully recovered before I can look at that ancient book again.

He sheathed his longsword and decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat and see if there were any new players.

After all, players are the ones who decide the meta, and by following the players, you can always find something to gain.

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Just as Li Jin was worrying about the cultivation method, Jiang Yuzhi, thousands of miles away in Guangzong Province, was also working hard on the same thing.

These past few days, besides eating and sleeping, he has been sparring with Bai Yu or learning various martial arts techniques from the martial arts school from Daoist Baihe.

After several days of hard training, his level has increased to level 3.

To other players, this was already a considerable achievement, but Jiang Yuzhi knew in his heart that it was far from enough.

Martial arts are ultimately just the means of mortals. Even a martial arts grandmaster is nothing more than a slightly sturdier punching bag in front of a true cultivator.

His goal is to cultivate immortality, not to stop at martial arts.

"Master."

Jiang Yuzhi finished his practice, walked over to the White Crane Taoist who was drinking tea in a rattan chair, and respectfully bowed.

"I have recently been studying ancient texts and have discovered that they frequently mention the essence of heaven and earth, and the essence of the sun and moon. I wonder if Master has heard of these?"

The White Crane Taoist stroked his beard and said with a chuckle, "You rascal, instead of practicing your skills properly, you're busy thinking about these mystical things."

"The essence of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and moon—those are merely the ancients' romantic imagination of the forces of nature."

"We martial artists cultivate our own inner energy, the unity of essence, energy, and spirit, and the exploration of the human body's treasures, which has nothing to do with heaven and earth."

Jiang Yuzhi did not give up and continued to probe: "But recently when I practice, I always feel that there is a strange energy in the world that is more abundant than usual. When I inhale it, I feel more energetic and clear-headed."

The White Crane Taoist squinted at his young disciple, who had only been a student for a few days.

As a powerful individual who has just entered the Grandmaster realm, his mental will is already capable of interfering with reality, and his perception far surpasses that of ordinary people.

He tried to catch the inexplicable aura in Jiang Yuzhi's words.

The sound of wind, human voices, and insects chirping...

Everything is clear.

But it lacked that inexplicable aura.

The air is still the same air, except it's a little fresher, there's no fundamental change.

After a while, the White Crane Taoist opened his eyes and shook his head in disappointment.

"Young people, having a rich imagination is a good thing, but you must avoid being overly ambitious when practicing martial arts."

"What kind of qi is there in this world? It's just an illusion caused by your blood and qi circulating when you first start practicing martial arts."

Jiang Yuzhi respectfully replied, "Disciple understands."

He lowered his head, concealing the glint in his eyes.

Didn't you feel it?

How is that possible?

It's currently the early stages of version 1.0. Although the spiritual energy is thin, a Grandmaster-level expert should be able to sense it.

Could it be due to something about the White Crane Taoist himself?

Or……

Martial artists and cultivators are truly two completely different systems. Even grandmasters cannot cross that barrier of perception.

Jiang Yuzhi respectfully withdrew.

He failed to convince the White Crane Taoist today, but the seeds of doubt have already been sown.

As the concentration of spiritual energy continues to increase, the owner of the pavilion will eventually discover something amiss, and at that time, his status as a prophet will rise accordingly.

Watching Jiang Yuzhi's departing figure, Daoist Baihe seemed to be deep in thought.

If there were any changes, he couldn't possibly be unaware of them.

However, Jiang Yuzhi doesn't seem like a liar.

Is there really some inexplicable anger?

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Across the ocean.

This is an ancient fortress located on a deserted island, surrounded by raging waves and shrouded in dark clouds year-round.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows that this is the headquarters of the Heavenly Fiend Cult.

The Heavenly Fiend Sect, which claims to be a reclusive sect with a thousand-year history, is skilled in using poison and hidden weapons. It acts mysteriously and ruthlessly, and is notorious in the martial arts world of the Qingxiu Federation.

At this moment, the fortress's hall was filled with corpses lying haphazardly.

Blood stained the expensive carpet, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood and the pungent smell of various poisons.

The leader of the Heavenly Fiend Sect, an old woman with the strength of a Grandmaster at its peak, was slumped under her throne, her chest caved in, and black blood clots were constantly gushing from her mouth.

She stared in horror at the man standing with his hands behind his back in the center of the hall.

The man was wearing a retro-style long gown. He was not tall, and even somewhat thin.

His hair was gray, and his face was etched with the lines of time, making him look like an ordinary schoolteacher.

But the aura emanating from him caused the temperature in the entire hall to drop to freezing point.

Duan Ming, the leader of the Divine Will Sect.

He just turned fifty this year, at the peak of his martial arts career, yet he has been stuck at this level for a full ten years.

Why?

The leader of the Heavenly Fiend Cult spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse: "My Heavenly Fiend Cult and the Divine Will Sect have always kept to themselves. Why have you suddenly attacked us?"

Duan Ming didn't look at her; his gaze fell on an ancient painting hanging on the wall of the hall.

The painting depicts a blurry human figure pointing towards the sky, seemingly questioning something.

"The road is blocked."

Duan Ming's voice was soft and calm, yet it carried a despairing madness.

"There is no path forward in martial arts; the Grandmaster is the end."

"I'm not reconciled."

He turned around, looking at the corpse at his feet with an indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at a group of ants.

"I searched through ancient books, looking for the legend of the shattered void."

"I've heard that your Heavenly Fiend Sect's founder left behind a true scripture that records the secrets of shattering the void."

The leader of the Heavenly Fiend Cult gave a bitter laugh: "For a legend, you're going to wipe out my entire family? Let me tell you, it's a legend, it's fake, just a trick we use to deceive people."

Duan Ming said calmly, "It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't."

He walked to the throne and pressed a button.

Click.

The wall behind the throne slowly slid open, revealing a hidden compartment.

In the hidden compartment, there was an antique wooden box.

A fanaticism flashed in Duan Ming's eyes. He reached out and grabbed the wooden box, shattering the lock on it.

An ancient book made from the hide of an unknown animal has been rediscovered.

Its cover has no text, only eerie symbols drawn in blood.