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

It was a small, exquisite bell, its entire body a strange, dark red, as if carved from jade soaked in blood.

On the surface of the bell are several lifelike plum blossoms, their petals outstretched as if they might fall at any moment.

【Item: Blood Plum Bell】

[Rank: Low-grade Spiritual Artifact]

[Description: This product is made from the finest blood jade, refined with the essence of spirit beasts. When shaken, it emits a captivating bell-like sound and can also produce flowers that bloom and bleed.]

That fine steel longsword was also produced by the system, but at best it was just a top-quality ordinary weapon.

This little bell is a genuine magical artifact!

"It seems that the output of pay-to-win players and hardcore players is indeed different."

Li Jin sighed.

That penniless guy, Carbonated Fish, works himself to the bone doing quests, and all the system rewards him with is a broken sword.

Lin Qingyun, this wealthy woman, casually obtained a talent bonus from a first-time recharge gift pack, plus the weight of the hidden quest, and directly obtained a spirit weapon.

Is this money... no, is this the power of luck?

That's what they say, but Li Jin knew very well that the mechanism of that task system was most likely to generate rewards randomly.

The blood plum blossom bell appeared in his palm.

It has a strange warmth to the touch, and there is no bloody smell as I imagined. Instead, it has a faint cool fragrance.

"nice one."

Li Jin played with it for a while, then looked at the unfortunate granite in the corner of the yard.

Yesterday it was dented by a steel sword, and today it will serve as a touchstone again.

"Let me see just how powerful this true magical artifact really is."

He frantically poured his spiritual power into the Blood Plum Bell in his hand.

The spiritual energy within his body was drained away like a river bursting its banks.

"Damn, it consumes even more energy than the Sword Control Technique?"

Before he could finish complaining, the Blood Plum Bell in his hand had already flown out of his grasp.

Instead of striking straight down like a steel sword, it spun in mid-air.

Jingle ~

A clear and melodious bell rang.

Suddenly, illusory blood-red plum blossoms appeared in the air.

The plum blossoms were exquisitely beautiful, carrying a chilling, desolate air, and lightly imprinted themselves on the granite.

boom!

After the muffled thud.

The hard granite rock had silently dented into many places.

The indentation was perfectly shaped like a plum blossom, with smooth, mirror-like edges and several inches deep.

Li Jin's eyes were full of satisfaction.

If this were printed on a person's body...

The scene is too beautiful to imagine.

After a long while, he walked over and picked up the blood plum bell that had fallen to the ground.

The bell had now returned to its original dullness and looked like an ordinary ornament.

"Its power is indeed astonishing, far surpassing my mediocre sword control skills."

Li Jin leaned against the stone table, enduring the dizziness caused by the depletion of spiritual energy, while her mind raced with calculations.

"But this feeling...is not right."

He could clearly feel that his method of use was extremely crude; it was as if he were using a gold brick as a punching bag.

"Since this bell is a spiritual artifact, it must have a special activation technique or accompanying spell. Simply smashing it with spiritual power, although powerful, consumes too much energy and does not exert any soul-capturing effect."

Li Jin played with the small bell in her hand, feeling a little regretful.

It's like giving a caveman an AK47; he'll only know how to hit people with the butt and won't know that pulling the trigger is the correct way to use it.

"It seems we still need to find a way to obtain more cultivation techniques and spells."

Li Jin put the Blood Plum Bell back into her backpack.

He is now facing a very awkward situation.

He has the special ability to observe ancient artifacts and gain opportunities, but he cannot activate this ability through the internet or photos.

It must be a physical object, and it must be within extremely close range.

He had thoroughly investigated the secrets of Qingsong Temple. Apart from the Qingsong Chronicles which taught him the Hidden Dragon Skill, the other ancient books were basically worthless.

To gain more opportunities, one must go out and seek out ancient artifacts scattered around the world.

but……

Li Jin thought of the ravenous players outside.

The game has just launched, and the players' levels are generally low, so they pose no threat to him.

But gamers are best at causing trouble.

They are not afraid of death because they can be resurrected.

They have no moral burden because it's a game.

He runs around with the title of NPC, what if he encounters a crazy player who wants to loot equipment?

Players can be resurrected if they die, but if they die, then the whole story is truly over.

"The risk is too high."

Li Jin quickly dismissed the idea.

"The韭菜 (leeks, a metaphor for inexperienced investors) are still thriving, why should I rush things? Stay calm, don't be reckless!"

"As long as the rewards for the tasks I post are enticing enough, players will keep sending me good stuff."

"Instead of me searching the world for antiques, I'd rather let the players find them for me."

Having made up her mind, Li Jin dragged her exhausted body back to her room to sleep.

In his dream, he saw countless players lining up, holding all sorts of magical artifacts and treasures, crying and begging him to accept them.

……

……

The Principality of Golden Bell is the most commercially developed of the four nations and also the hub of their maritime trade.

At this moment, the night was deep, and the full moon hung high in the night sky, reflecting the surging sea in a shimmering silver light.

Several jet-black speedboats were searching the sea at high speed in a fan shape.

These speedboats had no markings, but the concealed weapons on both sides of the hull and the menacing demeanor of the crew indicated that they were not ordinary fishing boats or merchant ships.

This is the Golden Bell Guard, a special operations team directly under the royal family of the Golden Bell Kingdom.

On the largest command ship, a middle-aged man in a dark blue tactical uniform stared intently at the radar screen in front of him with a gloomy face.

He was in charge of this operation and was also a renowned grandmaster-level expert in the Golden Bell Kingdom, Iron Hand Wang Gang.

"Haven't you found it yet?"

Wang Gang's voice was filled with suppressed, unparalleled rage.

The operator beside him answered nervously, "Reporting to the captain, the sonar and thermal imaging are already at maximum power, but there are too many reefs in this area, and the interference is very strong. We haven't found any trace of the target yet."

"waste!"

Wang Gang slammed his fist on the control panel, causing the hard alloy surface to dent considerably.

"That Duan Ming, he sank our cargo ship not long ago. He's a grandmaster, not a god."

"On the vast ocean, without supplies or a place to land, he couldn't have gone far. He must have recovered his strength on some nearby island or reef."

Wang Gang was so angry that his liver ached when Duan Ming's actions were mentioned.

On the surface, the cargo ship was transporting ordinary seafood, but in reality, the cold storage in the lower deck contained antiquities that the royal family of the Golden Bell Kingdom had spent a fortune to salvage from the seabed.

It was an object from a thousand years ago, and its specific purpose is unknown, but it contains extremely special energy fluctuations.

For safety reasons, they deliberately chose this remote route and even blocked all electronic signals.

But who could have imagined it?

The madman-like leader of the Divine Will Sect, Duan Ming, precisely intercepted the ship on the high seas.

He didn't ask for money or people; he rushed into the hold, stole the antique, smashed the bottom of the ship, and sailed away.

"How exactly did they find that madman?"

Wang Gang was completely baffled.

On the vast ocean, even a super-large ship equipped with satellite positioning might not be able to lock onto a ship that has blocked its signal so quickly.

Duan Ming is all alone, so what gives him the right to stand on his own?

Just then, the satellite phone in Wang Gang's arms rang.

The piercing ringing of the bell sounded particularly jarring in the silent cockpit.

Wang Gang glanced at the caller ID and his face turned deathly pale.

He steadied his breathing and then respectfully pressed the answer button.

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke"

"Did you find it?" came an aged yet authoritative voice from the other end of the phone, exuding a suffocating pressure.

"Not yet." Wang Gang's voice trembled slightly, "but we've narrowed down the general area, it's right here..."

I don't want to hear the details.

The voice interrupted him: "I only want the result."

"That thing is a sacred relic left behind by a legendary immortal from an ancient kingdom."

"If you can't find it, you can come back to me with your head."

The phone hangs up.

Wang Gang's fingers, gripping the phone tightly, turned white from the force, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

He knew that the Grand Duke, as the de facto ruler of the Golden Bell Kingdom, was definitely not joking.

"Full speed ahead!"

Wang Gang suddenly turned around and roared at all the crew members.

"Launch all the drones! Even if you have to turn this entire sea upside down, find that damned Duan Ming!"

"yes!"

The engines of several speedboats roared louder as they shot through the waves like arrows released from a bow, heading deeper into the darkness.

The speedboat hadn't been gone long.

On the turbulent sea, a figure is slowly rising from the water.

Yes, it floated up.

He rose from the deep sea without treading water or using any floating objects.

It was Duan Ming, the leader of the Divine Will Sect.

At this moment, Duan Ming's aura became even more unpredictable and strange compared to when he was in the Heavenly Fiend Sect.

A faint black mist swirled around him, twisting and deforming in the sea breeze, as if countless wronged souls were howling.

In his right hand, he was tightly gripping a golden object.

"There really are celestial artifacts in this world."