Sequence Wars: The Mythical Age is Created by Me

Chapter 108 The mist rises from the Yunmeng Marsh, the waves shake Yueyang City

Today, after using another "Qi Refining and Body Entering" skill, Jiang Fan successfully reached 19.8 aptitude points, and is about to reach the critical point for the second initiation.

Now that he has fully adapted to the refinement of this resource card, Jiang Fan is even a little narcissistic when he looks at himself in the mirror, who is a shade more handsome than before.

Although he used to look good, he was very unrefined and had never formally studied dressing or posture. In addition, due to his cervical spine being tilted forward from playing games for a long time, he was at most a five out of ten.

Although his eyebrows and eyes haven't changed much, his skin condition and features are now in a perfect state, making him a handsome guy who can be spotted at a glance on the street.

Most short video bloggers are only around 6 or 7 out of 10 in terms of skill level; it's only with makeup and beauty filters that they manage to attract attention in their videos.

Jiang Fan is usually in this state, and with a little more dressing up, many wealthy women would probably be willing to spend a lot of money to support her.

After checking the game console, installing all the cartridges, and preparing his work uniform and weapons, Jiang Fan lay down on the Simmons mattress he had bought and quickly fell asleep.

At this time, the water levels in Jingchu, Tianmen, Yiling, Yueyang and other places rose to levels not seen in a thousand years.

"The so-called 'vapors rising from the Yunmeng Marsh and waves shaking Yueyang City' is merely the imagination of the ancients. When Meng Haoran wrote this poem, the Yunmeng Marsh of the Tang Dynasty was almost dried up. This line is mainly used to describe the prosperous atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty at that time, laying the groundwork for his subsequent expression of his sorrow at having no one to recommend him."

On the podium of Jingchu No. 1 Middle School, the Chinese teacher was giving a passionate lecture to her students, who were gathered around her listening to her explanation.

"Are you kidding me... asking questions so eagerly during evening self-study?"

The students below muttered something under their breath.

"Teacher, has Yunmengze really disappeared?"

One of the students asked curiously.

"That's right, it's a pity we can never see that scene again. Remember, the literal translation of this sentence is: the lake surface is steaming, white mist fills the sky and spreads across the entire Yunmeng Ancient Marsh, and surging waves crash against the lake shore, as if the entire city of Yueyang is shaking and trembling."

The Chinese teacher sighed again.

"Is that so, teacher?"

Then a student took out his phone, which showed a short video blogger filming at Yueyang Lake, almost exactly the same scene depicted in the poem.

"Yes, that's it... Where did you get the phone?"

The Chinese teacher first nodded affirmatively, then raised an eyebrow.

"It's not time to hand in the phones yet."

The student looked bitterly at the phone being put back into the box.

Who made this instructional video?

The Chinese teacher sighed upon seeing this, but she was still quite interested in the content of the video.

"It's not an instructional video, it's an adventure video filmed by Feng Ge, a short video blogger. He loves outdoor adventures and has been to many places, such as Kunlun Mountain, Tianshan Mountain, and the desert of Shuangyu Yupei. Many people in our class are his fans."

When the students saw the teacher continue to bring up the video content, their eyes lit up.

"You mean, this is a real video he filmed?"

The Chinese teacher confirmed.

"Yes, teacher, you can see the location at the bottom of the video; it's right at Yueyang Lake."

The students said in unison.

"this..."

The Chinese teacher was dumbfounded when she saw the phone taken out of the box.

It wasn't just this one middle school; the entire internet in Xia was buzzing with news that night about dense fog blanketing lakes and rising water levels in the vicinity of Jingchu.

When Jiang Fan woke up, his phone was filled with similar topics.

[Shocking! Floods strike various parts of Hubei Province, causing the Yunmeng Marsh, which had been dry for thousands of years, to reappear]

[Urgent! Hubei Province has been hit by a once-in-a-millennium flood disaster, with 13 people missing]

Officials are urging everyone to take shelter, avoid unnecessary movement, and wait for rescue at higher ground.

Wow, the water flow is incredibly strong.

Jiang Fan touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly. To be honest, it wasn't the game console that caused the problem. The key was that Tang Jingyu's sword strike was too exaggerated, directly splitting the bottom of the mountain stream.

The water that was slowly seeping from the bottom of Wushan was greatly agitated by the appearance of Yunzhongjun.

In the palace amidst the clouds, dragons surged and churned. The sheer size of those dragons, even just looking at the game screen, gave Jiang Fan a feeling of megalophobia.

An inexplicable water system eruption is occurring throughout the original territory of Yunmengze.

Is he going to defeat these cloud dragons at the beginning of the second act? Or is it the Cloud Lord himself?

Jiang Fan pondered for a moment, then went downstairs to buy breakfast and took the subway to work.

Today's Eleventh Bureau was quite lively. As soon as I entered, I saw that everyone in the containment team was busy, and the large table in the middle was piled with documents.

"You're here? There's a mission I need you to take on. A Tang Dynasty sword dance mural has appeared in the southern suburbs. It creates strange phenomena that force those who enter to constantly repeat the sword moves in the mural. If they make even the slightest mistake, they will be cut by the sword shadows in the mural."

Wang Tianming raised his eyes.

"Go and see if there's any way to break this. If the bureau can successfully contain it, you'll get 500 contribution points."

The appraiser was someone he specifically requested, with the aim of addressing the current situation.

"receive."

Jiang Fan nodded. A mural?

That's quite unusual.

"You'll be going on this mission with Liu Shui and Jiang Yang from the [Nine Cauldrons] team. Also, you know what happened in Jingchu last night, right? You should pay close attention to any Chu-related relics and sequences lately, as their value might skyrocket. The bureau is keeping an eye on it too."

Wang Tianming made a pointed remark.

The other members nodded in agreement.

Jiang Fan then noticed that the documents and files the team members were looking at were all related to the mythology and culture of the Chu region.

"That's right, Xiao Jiang, your [Appraiser] is a magic tool for finding bargains. As soon as that strange phenomenon appeared last night, this morning all the aristocratic families related to Chu culture blocked the door, all clamoring to go in."

"Not only that, those who cultivate immortality, refine pills, and those who need spiritual energy all want to get in."

The atmosphere in the containment team was great; they didn't treat Jiang Fan like an outsider.

Everyone can earn some money or contribute points through items related to the sequence, so they are considered to be of the same class. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they are sticking together, not to mention that Jiang Fan is an appraiser who can identify relics.

"But I've seen many strange phenomena reported online, including in county towns and rural areas. If they sneak in, no one can stop them, right?"

Liu Shui went to the armory to prepare his supplies. For someone like him who was stationed there full-time, his uniform was prepared by the bureau.

Jiang Fan, on the other hand, needs to prepare his own equipment at home, so he can set off directly and therefore needs to wait for the former.

"Hey, it's not like there's spiritual energy wherever there are strange phenomena. It's that place, something called the Wushan Mountains, you have to go there to find it."

The group members clapped their hands and praised the place highly.

Forehead...

Jiang Fan didn't expect that someone would discover the blessed land in Wushan so quickly.

It's likely that some kind of monitoring equipment spotted it, and with so many people in the camp, it's easy for word to leak out.

"However, that place has been sealed off. There are terrifying demons inside. Even Tianwen and Chixiao suffered setbacks when they went in. These aristocratic families all want to go in through official channels to reduce the danger."

Wang Tianming shook his head. His father, as the chairman of the Wang Group, had specifically inquired about it, but to no avail.

Their entire group is worth tens of billions, and they don't have enough power to uncover the secrets within. There must really be some extraordinary opportunity inside.

Jiang Fan shrugged. His monsters were all incomplete formations and still needed spiritual energy to become spirits. Anyone else coming in would be like looking for trouble in a toilet.

"Let's go. It's about a three-hour drive to the southern suburbs. We can have lunch there first."

Liu Shui pushed open the door, and behind him stood Jiang Yang, a member of [Jiuding].

The three of them had a smooth journey, but something went wrong when they arrived at their destination.

As they approached the southern suburbs, their pickup truck wouldn't start.

It's like something's sealing the fuel tank.

After their search proved fruitless, the three had no choice but to proceed on foot.

The mural is located in a farmhouse courtyard, which appears to be a self-built house.

According to the homeowner, the mural was rescued from a collapsed Tang Dynasty temple. During the transport, a corner was damaged, causing the inside of the wall to bleed. No one dared to touch it, so it was transferred to him, the collector.

Unexpectedly, a few days ago, while he was taking a nap, he was pulled into a mysterious training ground, where he was beaten so badly that his old bones were almost falling apart, leaving him no choice but to call the police.

Upon hearing this, all three of them were speechless. Is this something that can be collected?

"Okay, Xiao Jiang, take a look at what's going on."

Liu Shui glanced at the mural. Whether the collector had broken the law was none of their concern; completing the mission was what mattered.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Fan immediately used the identification method.

[Tang Dynasty Sword Dance Mural]

[Type: Heirloom]

[Activity Grade: B—]

[Current Status: Choosing a Master (You can spend 50 points to open a channel and allow your game character to participate)]

The mural retains a trace of the true name of Pei Min, the sword saint of the Tang Dynasty.

The relic will not kill the entrant on its own, but it will force the entrant to complete the "Sword Dance Trial". If the trial participant's movements, rhythm, or mind deviates, they will be injured by the sword shadows.

If the trial is completed, the lingering echoes of the true names in the mural will be drawn out and condensed into a sequence of true names suitable for the "Hero," "Swordsman," and "Sword Immortal" paths.

The current highest compatible target: the game unit "Li Xiuyi".

Oh my god, is that so?

Jiang Fan was just worried about Li Xiuyi's ranking. This man was Li Bai's swordsmanship teacher, the Great Tang Sword Saint, and the only "Sword Saint" officially recognized by the authorities.

Their strength ranks among the top in the True Name Sequence; they are not weak.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Fan's heart skipped a beat.

But he couldn't make it too obvious in front of Liu Shui and Jiang Yang.

"It's a level-based relic; you just need to defeat the characters inside."

Jiang Fan said firmly.

There was no suitable candidate for Pei Min in the eleventh round. Rather than letting him gather dust in the archives, it would be better to hand him over to someone more useful.

"I'll give it a try."

Jiang Yang stepped forward. He was a second-tier [Lu Zhishen], possessing the continuous skill of uprooting a willow tree, and could maintain the arm strength of ten adults for a period of time.

"!"

Liu Shui called out to him, but the former did not listen and walked straight into the mural that emitted a faint light.

Before him appeared the main hall of a Tang Dynasty temple, with swordsmen from the murals emerging from the walls.

He can withstand the first move thanks to his physical strength.

Then, after realizing that he didn't know how to use a sword at all, the opponent's whole body glowed, and with a powerful slash, he directly cleaved Jiang Yang in two.

After being ejected from the mural, Jiang Yang touched his sword wound. Fortunately, his physical body was not injured, but he was a little listless. He turned around and shook his head at the two of them.

"We can't force our way in."

"This thing is looking for someone who knows how to use a sword."

Upon hearing this, Liu Shui sighed; it seemed there was no other way.

Jiang Yang is already considered to be among the top ten in the 11th Bureau of Tianhai City. Even he doesn't have that ability, so he probably won't get the reward.

"I have a way."

Jiang Fan pretended to take out a derivative from his pocket, which was the rouge box that he had bought for 600 contribution points.

The logistics were fast; it arrived in half a day. I guess it was an internal courier service from the Eleventh Bureau.

Then he went up, but since he didn't sense any sequence aura, the Tang Dynasty mural didn't pull him into the inner space.

Jiang Fan then placed his hand on it with great seriousness.

Choose to spend 50 Legend Points to open a passage for Li Xiuyi to enter this place.

Meanwhile, far away in Wushan, Li Xiuyi, who was sleeping with his sword in his arms, felt the tea in front of him swirling wildly, as if a hidden dragon was lurking within it.

"Heart, Lord Heart Demon."

Li Xiuyi was startled awake from his sleep. He felt the water glass vibrate and knew that the mysterious senior had arrived.

"Inheritance? Pei Min?"

Li Xiu was stunned for a moment, then fully regained his senses.

Of course he knew the name.

The Great Tang Sword Saint, whose sword dance, poetry, and cursive calligraphy are known as the Three Perfections, is almost one of the purest true names of swords in history.

During this period of time, it was not impossible for him to ascend to the rank of using his real name.

Instead, they are waiting.

He was waiting for a sequence of swords that was sharp enough, pure enough, and worthy of the way of swordsmanship in his heart.

He refused to accept the real name of an ordinary swordsman.

He didn't want the ordinary legacy of a chivalrous hero.

If his sword is destined to move forward, then the first step cannot be low.

Li Xiuyi slowly grasped the long sword beside him and bowed his head in respect to the ripples in the water cup.

"Lord Inner Demon."

"I am willing to enter the trial."

"This is the sword sequence I've been waiting for."

As he said this, a sharp glint appeared in his eyes for the first time.

"If Pei Min's name is worthy of my sword, then I will accept it."

"If he is not good enough for —"

Li Xiu raised his head, his voice calm to the point of being sharp.

"Then please, this great Tang Dynasty sword saint, take a look at my sword."

This is the mural.

Jiang Fan's eyelids twitched. "Damn it, you're pretty picky."

It would be good enough to have one that works properly.

If you wait any longer, you'll become a relic of the past, completely out of touch with the latest versions.

With the return of various myths and legends, the previously sufficient gap in generic sequence sizes will gradually widen.

After all, mythology can span two levels, while legend can span one level.

A first-tier mythical sequence can directly suppress a third-tier generic sequence, surpassing it in both skill set and stats, and its potential is ridiculously high.

"How is it?"

Liu Shui and Jiang Yang stepped forward and asked.

"No problem, we just need to wait."

Jiang Fan withdrew his hand and put the derivative back into his pocket.