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

Li Jin was speechless for a moment.

It was a completely subconscious question, but to the other person it sounded like some kind of profound test.

Sure enough, the carbonated fish was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what it meant and slapped its forehead.

"Disciple understands; disciple has acted too hastily."

He stood up, bowed ninety degrees to Li Jin, and became even more respectful: "This disciple's foundation is not yet fully developed, and my level is too low. I am indeed not qualified to become your disciple."

"This disciple will immediately seek out opportunities and strive to level up. Once this disciple has met your requirements, I will return to receive your instruction!"

After saying that, he picked up the rusty iron sword from the ground and shouted excitedly, "The swordsman profession, here I come!"

His voice was extremely loud, attracting strange looks from many tourists, as if they were looking at a patient who had just escaped from a mental hospital.

Strangely, the tourists only glanced at it before turning away to do their own thing, as if this behavior, though odd, was harmless and not worth paying too much attention to.

After getting rid of the overly enthusiastic player, Li Jin breathed a sigh of relief.

The most urgent task is not to take on apprentices, but to figure out what exactly happened to me and... how to level up.

Players arrived, and this world became a game world.

If he doesn't quickly figure out the situation and improve his strength, even if he's an NPC, he might get his equipment stolen by unruly players one day.

He turned around and his gaze fell on the old Taoist priest who was interpreting a fortune stick for a female worshipper.

"Madam, I think this is an extremely auspicious fortune slip!"

Xuan Chengzi's voice carried a convincing ease: "The saying 'the clouds part and the moon rises brightly' means that all your previous troubles will vanish, and good fortune will surely follow."

The female worshipper's face lit up with joy: "Really, Master? Then what about that project I recently invested in..."

"Ah." Xuan Chengzi waved his hand, interrupting her, and said in a profound and enigmatic tone, "Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed; sincerity is key."

"I see that you have a connection with this temple. Why don't you go there and donate some money for incense to accumulate some good fortune for your investment projects?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the bright red donation box not far away.

The female pilgrim believed her without a doubt, thanked her repeatedly, and happily scanned the code.

Li Jin silently walked to the old Taoist priest's side.

Name: Xuan Chengzi (Real Name: Zhang Tiezhu)

[Level: 51 (Martial Arts Grandmaster)]

[Identity: 36th Abbot of Qingsong Temple, Honorary Elder of the Northern Martial Arts Alliance]

[Status: Lethargic, Hidden Wounds (Old Illnesses, Emotional Burdens), Greedy]

[Recent wish: I hope to save up some more money to renovate that dilapidated storage room in the backyard, and ideally, replace it with a smart toilet.]

[Affection Level: 86 (Caring)]

Level 51?

Grandmaster of Martial Arts?

Li Jin looked at the old man in front of her who didn't even blink while convincing tourists to interpret fortune sticks, and her heart was filled with shock.

Is this guy a martial arts grandmaster?

A legendary expert who can shatter boulders with a single palm strike and leave no trace in the snow?

But all he does is stare blankly at the donation box and think about how to raise ticket prices. He doesn't look like a grandmaster at all.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" Xuan Chengzi felt a little uneasy under Li Jin's gaze and subconsciously clutched his pocket. "Let me tell you, that's incense money, it's meant to go into the public account."

Suppressing his shock, Li Jin tentatively asked, "Old... Abbot, have you noticed any changes on this mountain today?"

"Changes?" Xuan Chengzi raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it just that there are more people and it's a bit noisier?"

"However, the quality of these tourists is getting worse every year. Just now, there was an idiot shouting and yelling with a broken iron sword."

Sure enough, in the eyes of NPCs, the player's behavior, though strange, is automatically rationalized.

It's like they have a cognitive filter; they won't doubt that the player is from another time.

"What I mean is, don't you feel," Li Jin carefully chose her words, "that something has changed in this world?"

"There's a bit more fog now," Xuan Chengzi yawned. "But then again, my breathing has been much smoother these past two days, and the flow of energy within my body is also much smoother than before."

"Perhaps the air is cleaner after the heavy snow."

Li Jin understood.

Xuan Chengzi sensed the resurgence of spiritual energy, but he didn't understand cultivation and only thought that the environment had improved.

This is the difference in perception.

Li Jin looked down at her palm.

He possesses an innate sword physique, sword control skills, the ability to sense spiritual energy, and even the ability to manipulate it.

But he didn't have an engine, which is what is called a cultivation technique.

Without cultivation techniques, he cannot actively absorb spiritual energy and cannot level up. Once he runs out of his 10 points of spiritual power, he has to rely on natural regeneration, which is incredibly slow.

"If only I could get this cultivation technique from this old man." A rebellious thought flashed through Li Jin's mind, but he quickly shook his head.

Xuan Chengzi is just a martial artist; defeating him should only result in obtaining martial arts manuals.

Just then, a noisy commotion suddenly arose outside the mountain gate.

"Is the Taoist priest of Qingsong Temple here? I am Zhao Hu, the Iron Palm Sect Master, here to seek your guidance!"

The voice was powerful and resonant, clearly belonging to a martial artist.

Li Jin and Xuan Chengzi exchanged a glance.

Li Jin asked, "Are you here to challenge us again?"

"Young people these days are obsessed with becoming famous." Xuan Chengzi shook his head helplessly and walked towards the mountain gate.

"Let me take a look too."

Li Jin followed.

Since the world has become gamified, this kind of challenge might just be some kind of plot trigger.

The two arrived at the front yard square.

A crowd had formed a circle, with a burly man in a black training uniform standing in the middle. His temples were bulging, indicating that he was a master of external martial arts.

Behind him were several people carrying live streaming equipment.

"Family members, this is Qingsong Temple. Today, our Iron Master Sect will come and see if this so-called ancient temple with a thousand-year history is just a name without substance."

Li Jin looked at the burly man.

Name: Zhao Hu

[Level: 19 (Peak of Dark Strength)]

[Identity: Successor of the Iron Palm School, popular martial arts blogger]

[State: Excited, Contemptuous]

[Recent aspirations: To gain 100,000 followers through the challenge and sell 5,000 bottles of traditional Chinese medicine for treating bruises.]

He really is just a celebrity martial artist trying to gain attention online.

Opposite Zhao Hu was a young Taoist priest wearing a blue robe.

He is Chen An, the senior disciple of Qingsong Temple.

He was a martial artist at the early stage of the Transformation Realm.

Chen An clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Please enlighten me."

"Excuse me!"

Zhao Hu roared, the floor tiles beneath his feet cracked, and he charged forward like a tiger, his fists whistling through the air with unparalleled momentum.

Chen An remained calm and composed, using the pine-step technique to dodge and weave like a dragon, occasionally extending a palm to strike Zhao Hu's joints.

The surrounding tourists excitedly took photos with their phones. This was real kung fu, much better than the fancy moves in movies.

Li Jin stood on the steps, watching the fight unfold.

He couldn't understand the changes in the force, and as he watched, he began to feel a bit bored.

His gaze wandered and landed on a huge rock at the edge of the square.

The boulder was as tall as two people, its surface mottled and covered with the marks of time.

This is the Sword Testing Stone at Qingsong Temple.

It is said that this stone was already here when Qingsong Temple was first established a thousand years ago.

There are several lines of blurry writing engraved on it, which look like some kind of cursive script or a casual doodle.

The abbots of the temple throughout the ages have studied it, and even consulted experts in ancient writing, but no one has been able to decipher what is written on it.

Over time, it became a backdrop for tourists to take photos.

Li Jin had seen it countless times before, but she always thought it was just random scribbles.

But today, when his gaze fell upon that boulder again, that strange feeling returned.