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

Is this really Qingsong Temple?

Li Jin couldn't understand it.

When I last looked at Qingsong Daoren's notes, all I saw were a few dilapidated thatched huts.

How long has it been?

Oh, wait, the timeline seems to have moved forward.

Qingsong Mountain, once a powerful force with thousands of disciples, has declined to the point where only a lone Taoist priest remains, guarding a few dilapidated huts.

What exactly happened in between?

A family massacre?

Or... is it like the trees falling and the monkeys scattering after the spiritual energy is depleted?

Li Jin's gossip-loving spirit was burning brightly, and she couldn't wait to find someone in the know to ask for clarification.

Unfortunately, he is now just an observer.

Just then, an old Taoist priest, dressed in a blue robe and with white hair and beard, walked unsteadily into the pavilion.

The old Taoist priest pounded his lower back and weakly called out, "Little Green Pine."

"Uncle-Master, what brings you here?" The young Qingsong Daoist immediately straightened up and bowed respectfully.

"Oh, don't even mention it, my old ailment has flared up again, my back feels like it's about to break." The old Taoist priest grimaced. "Could you deliver the food to those two guys in the dungeon for me today? I need to go back and lie down."

Qingsong Daoren's face fell, clearly unwilling, but he still obediently agreed.

"Yes, Uncle-Master."

The old Taoist priest nodded in satisfaction, then added, "Come back as soon as you've delivered the food, and don't talk to those two too much, understand?"

After saying that, he rubbed his lower back and slowly left.

Li Jin wanted to follow the old Taoist priest, but his consciousness seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, and he could only follow behind the young Qingsong Taoist.

"I see. My perspective was focused on Daoist Qingsong."

Li Jin immediately understood.

It seems that the book "The Age of Green Pine" was written by the Green Pine Daoist, which is why he could only observe it from the vicinity of the Green Pine Daoist.

Soon, the Taoist Qingsong, carrying a food box, skillfully navigated through several corridors and entered a seemingly ordinary side hall.

The room was simply furnished with only a table and a few cushions.

He walked to a half-person-high incense burner in the corner, reached out and felt around on the base for a moment, then gently twisted it.

crunch.

On the ground, a square brick slowly moved aside, revealing a dark hole, and a cold, damp smell rushed out.

Li Jin's perspective was also drawn into that darkness.

As you descend the long and steep stone steps, every few meters along the walls on both sides are inlaid beads that emit a soft white light, casting an extremely long shadow of the Taoist Qingsong, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere.

At the end of the stone steps was a not-too-large underground stone chamber, or rather, a dungeon.

The dungeon was empty except for two cages made of an unknown black metal, each holding two people.

In the cage on the left, a man dressed in a white robe sat cross-legged.

He had a thin face and long, loose hair. Although he was chained up, he exuded an aura of transcendence, as if he could ride the wind away at any moment.

His eyes were closed, and his breathing was barely audible. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, one would almost think he had already passed away.

The scene was completely different for the people in the cage on the right.

He was a young man with an eerie appearance, dressed in a magnificent black robe, who maintained an elegant demeanor even while imprisoned.

He was not bound by chains, but the entire cage bars were covered with yellow talismans, radiating an aura of extreme yang and strength, making it impossible for him to approach.

A faint black mist always lingered around him, occasionally coalescing into faces wailing in agony, sending chills down one's spine.

They are either righteous or demonic, but they are all cultivators.

Li Jin was getting impatient.

A creaking sound rang out.

The iron door to the dungeon was pushed open, and Qingsong Daoren walked in.

The people in both cages opened their eyes at the same time, their gazes falling directly on the new face.

When they realized that the newcomer was just a young Taoist boy of about ten years old, a subtle glint of light flashed in their eyes.

Children are the easiest to fool.

"Young Taoist, are you new here? I've never seen you before," the white-robed cultivator in the left-hand cage spoke first. His voice was gentle and extremely kind, like a spring breeze.

Master Qingsong blinked and answered honestly, "Uncle Qingfeng has a backache and asked me to take over."

"I see." The white-robed cultivator nodded, sighed, and a look of compassion appeared on his face.

"Poor child, having to do such hard work at such a young age."

Then, he said righteously, "We cultivators have long since abstained from grains. These mundane things are useless to us. I don't know why the Abbot of Qingsong Temple insists on making you suffer."

Qingsong Daoren respectfully said, "This is a test from the abbot; it is not considered bitter or tiring."

"Excellent! To have such a mind at such a young age, you are truly a born genius."

The white-robed cultivator looked at the young face of the Green Pine Daoist and his tone softened.

"Young Taoist priest, I see that you have extraordinary talent and inner spiritual energy. You are a rare talent for cultivating immortality, one in ten thousand. It is a pity that you are keeping this Green Pine Temple to cultivate martial arts."

Here it comes!

Li Jin was highly focused.

Is this the start of the transmission of skills?

"A cultivation prodigy?" The Green Pine Daoist's eyes were filled with curiosity. "What is cultivation? Is it more powerful than our Abbot's Cloud-Soothing Hand?"

"The Cloud-Soothing Hand?" The white-robed cultivator's tone remained gentle, but a hint of disdain was hidden beneath.

"Those are nothing but crude mortal martial arts, merely for training muscles and bones. How can they compare to the immortal techniques of us?"

He paused, his tone full of seduction.

"I am a true disciple of the Tianhe Sword Sect. I was betrayed by a villain and ended up in the hands of your abbot."

"Young Taoist priest, if you can find a way to let me out, I will take you as my disciple and teach you the Heavenly River Immortal Techniques of my Heavenly River Sword Sect!"

"At that time, you will be able to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, fly on your sword, travel the four seas, and live for a thousand years. Wouldn't that be much more enjoyable than being a lowly Taoist priest in this mountain valley?"

Just from the name, you can tell it's a legitimate cultivation method.

Say yes quickly.

Say yes!

Li Jin wished he could make the decision for Qingsong Daoren.

However, before Qingsong Daoren could speak, a chilling laugh came from the cell on the right.

"Heh heh heh, Qingyuan the old Taoist, what a hypocrite of the Tianhe Sword Sect! You've been beaten like a dead dog yourself, and you still have the nerve to come here and take on disciples?"

"Young Taoist, don't listen to him," the strange young man coaxed. "These so-called prestigious sects are the most hypocritical, with so many rules. Cultivating immortality is like being in prison. What's the point?"

"Moreover, his so-called Heavenly River Immortal Technique emphasizes gradual progress. Without a hundred or eighty years, one cannot achieve anything significant."

"Young Taoist, if you secretly tear off a talisman and let me go out for some fresh air, I will pass on to you the supreme divine skill of my Netherworld Ghost Sect, the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Technique."

"This technique is incredibly fast to master and incredibly powerful. You can reach the Foundation Establishment stage in three days and the Golden Core stage in seven days. In less than a year, you'll be able to beat your master to a pulp."

"Nonsense!" Qingyuan, the white-robed cultivator, roared. "Demonic cultivation techniques are immoral and will surely be punished by Heaven."

"Young Taoist, do not be misled by him. Although my Heavenly River Immortal Technique progresses slowly, it has a solid foundation and is upright and righteous, and can prove the Great Dao of Immortality."

Clearly, they all hoped that this seemingly naive young Taoist priest would release them.

Qingsong Daoren stood between the two cages, looking at this one and then at that one, his little face full of struggle, as if he had really been persuaded.

Li Jin, who was floating in mid-air, was extremely excited.

One is a righteous immortal cultivator, the other a demonic ghost cultivator.

Whichever option Qingsong Daoren chooses, it will be an incredible opportunity for him.

If he could see even a tiny bit, even just the first few lines of the incantation, it would mean that he could also possess a true cultivation technique.