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

Maintaining an air of mystery and superiority is the key to keeping players in awe and motivated.

Letting them watch the show is fine; for example, the people from the Martial Arts Supervision Bureau came to find me just now. This can greatly enrich my background story and increase my influence.

However, some core secrets, such as the upcoming conversation with Xuan Chengzi, must never be revealed to the players.

"Alright, young layperson, I have other important matters to attend to. You may go and attend to them."

Seeing Lin Qingyun's hesitant expression, Li Jin knew that she must have a lot of gossip on her mind, but now was clearly not the time to satisfy her curiosity.

He needs to quickly clarify the matter of spiritual energy with Xuan Chengzi, as this is a crucial matter concerning his future path to immortality.

Although Lin Qingyun was reluctant, seeing Li Jin's unapproachable expression, she had no choice but to give up.

She obediently responded, picked up the bucket, and continued her entrance test with huffs and puffs.

Li Jin watched Lin Qingyun's figure disappear around the corner before turning around to look at Xuan Chengzi.

Without hesitation, he asked directly, "Tell me, what happened?"

Xuan Chengzi rubbed his hands excitedly: "It was last night, I tried to calm down and feel it, just like you said, and guess what? I really felt it!"

"A warm current of air entered my body from all directions. Although it was slow and weak, the feeling was unmistakable."

As Xuan Chengzi spoke, a look of rapture appeared on his face: "My old injuries from many years ago have felt much better. This stuff is more effective than any century-old ginseng!"

Li Jin nodded; this was roughly what he had expected.

Xuan Chengzi was, after all, a Grandmaster, whose perception of the body far surpassed that of ordinary people. It was not surprising that he could sense it now that spiritual energy was gradually recovering.

"Can you use it now?"

Li Jin asked the most crucial question.

Xuan Chengzi's smile froze, then collapsed, and he sighed, "It's unusable."

"The flow of energy entered my body like a wild horse that had been let loose. It was completely out of control, and I could only let it run wild until it was slowly absorbed by my body."

"I tried all sorts of methods to guide it, but it just wouldn't listen."

He looked at Li Jin, his eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred: "How exactly did you manage to hit someone with that thing?"

Li Jin shrugged and once again resorted to his ever-present excuse: "A natural talent, something I was born with."

Xuan Chengzi was speechless for a long time, and could only mutter a sour remark in the end.

"That kid got lucky."

But despite his complaints, he had lived a long life and seen all sorts of storms, and his character had been tempered to be as firm as a rock.

Although it cannot be actively used, being able to passively absorb it, prolong life, and repair old injuries is already a great thing.

Who knows, maybe one day my luck will change, and I'll be able to have an epiphany and ascend to heaven in broad daylight, just like in those online novels?

Thinking of this, Xuan Chengzi's gaze towards Li Jin became much kinder.

This kid is my lucky star.

"Old man, I'd like to see your collection of ancient books," Li Jin said, seizing the opportunity to make his request.

Xuan Chengzi was taken aback and looked at him warily: "Why are you looking at those? Let me tell you, those are all antiques. You can't afford to pay for them if you break them."

"I just want to see if I can find any clues about cultivation in them," Li Jin said frankly. "Since it's a revival of spiritual energy, I think there might be opportunities for cultivation hidden in ancient books."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Chengzi fell silent.

After sensing the spiritual energy last night, the first person he thought of was Duan Ming of the Divine Will Sect.

That martial arts fanatic is probably collecting ancient books everywhere for this reason.

Having figured this out, he spent the entire night digging out all his most treasured possessions and reading them one by one, only to be greatly disappointed.

"Don't bother." Xuan Chengzi waved his hand and said somewhat dejectedly, "I read through them all last night. Apart from a few lost martial arts manuals, the rest were just travelogues and classics. There were no possible cultivation methods."

"I still want to see it with my own eyes," Li Jin insisted. "Perhaps I can see things you can't."

Xuan Chengzi thought about it and felt that it made sense.

After all, Li Jin is a very perceptive kid, and he might be able to see things that I can't.

"Alright." He stood up, patted the wrinkles on his Taoist robe, and said, "Wait here, I'll have Qingyun deliver it to you."

"But let's make this clear first: you're only allowed to look, not touch, and you absolutely cannot take it out of the room. If even a single page is missing, I'll hold you responsible!"

Li Jin said, "I know, I know, you stingy person."

Xuan Chengzi walked away with his hands behind his back, humming an off-key tune. He was quite satisfied.

He can sense spiritual energy, and now everything looks pleasing to him.

Not long after, Qingyun and two other young Taoist priests, carrying a huge camphor wood chest, entered Li Jin's room.

"Layman Li, the abbot sent this over." Qingyun wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This box is incredibly heavy; I have no idea what's inside.

"Thank you for your trouble," Li Jin said politely.

After the Taoist priests left, Li Jin couldn't wait to close the door and walk to the wooden box that smelled of age.

The Qingsong Daoren's notebook only had one point of light; when I looked at it again later, no more points of light appeared.

There should be a cooldown period.

Therefore, he had to find something else to observe.

Li Jin opened the box.

Inside the box, dozens of thread-bound ancient books wrapped in oiled paper were neatly stacked. Each one looked weathered and full of historical weight.

He didn't rush to turn the pages, but instead focused his mind and opened up that mysterious perspective.

When~

The familiar sound of bells echoed in my mind.

The world before my eyes has lost its color once again.

Most of the ancient books in the box only emitted a faint white glow, and the descriptions on the panels were nothing more than martial arts insights from three hundred years ago and annotations from two hundred years ago.

These things might be priceless treasures to ordinary martial artists, but they are useless to Li Jin.

His eyes scanned the box back and forth, not missing a single corner.

Suddenly, his gaze fell on a small booklet at the bottom of the box.

It was a small booklet made of fine bamboo paper, with a yellowed cover and in very poor condition; the text on it was barely legible.

In Li Jin's view, several lines of clear text appeared around this booklet.

[The Age of Evergreen Pines]

[Introduction: An ancient book recording important events at Qingsong Temple, which has survived for over a thousand years without decaying.]

A golden dot of light slowly emerged from the pages of the book, hovering in mid-air like a quiet star.

Without hesitation, Li Jin extended her consciousness over.

The room before me was shattered like glass, with light and shadow shifting rapidly.

This time, he did not see the simple thatched hut and the desolate mountaintop again.

In its place stands a magnificent Taoist temple, beyond description.

The steps are made of white jade, the tiles are made of glazed tiles, the eaves are flying, the brackets are carved, and the beams are painted.

Cranes stroll leisurely through the misty courtyard, while wild deer chase and frolic among the trees laden with exotic flowers and fruits.

The air was filled with a refreshing fragrance, and from the distant main hall, the grand sound of thousands of people chanting scriptures in unison could be faintly heard.

Li Jin's consciousness floated above the magnificent Taoist temple, her heart filled with shock and doubt.

This...this is Qingsong Mountain?

Before he could figure it out, his consciousness, guided by some force, passed through layers of palaces and finally arrived at an extremely elegant pavilion.

In the attic, a young Taoist boy who looked to be only about ten years old was idly leaning on the windowsill, resting his chin on his hand and watching the clouds drift by outside.

He looked seven or eight parts similar to the adult Qingsong Daoren, but he lacked the calm and serene demeanor of an ancient well and had more of the liveliness and impatience of a child.

Looking at that small figure, an idea popped into Li Jin's mind.

Is this the Green Pine Taoist in his childhood?