Free Web NovelQingji wasn't a pervert or some kind of sadistic talent. He wouldn't do something like stabbing himself for fun.
There was a reason he was able to discover that in this place that looked like urban ruins, there was no true death.
In a way, someone told him.
...
Earlier.
Qingji, who had lost contact with Lu Yibei, sat alone on the edge of the dilapidated rooftop, gazing at the entire city, sighing at the changes of time. His eyes were as deep as glazed pottery unearthed from ancient tombs, carrying a heavy sense of age.
It was while he was wandering through these urban ruins, and incidentally scouting the surrounding environment, that he saw a road sign and confirmed that this might be a city many years in the future from his time.
Even if it wasn't the true physical entity of the city, it was an illusion based on the city.
On the rusty, twisted road sign, it read: "←Peony Street · ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) Youth Road→".
Although Qingji didn't know where Youth Road was, he knew very well where Peony Street was. The house he and his beloved wife Yanzhi had built brick by brick was on Peony Street.
Time had passed, and even though his existence at this moment was just a wisp of lingering Spiritual Energy, with incomplete memories, he still remembered that simple, lovely girl who cooked exceptionally delicious food.
When she smiled, there were two shallow dimples on her face, which were very beautiful.
Sitting on the edge of the rooftop.
While recalling Lu Yanzhi, Qingji rubbed the road sign in his hand, which felt a little rough due to rust, and muttered to himself.
"Ah—! I should have had a few more children with Yanzhi. With a second, third, and fourth child, the family line wouldn't have been cut off."
After speaking, he fell silent.
In the quietness where only the breeze stirred, the sky gradually darkened.
It grew darker and darker, like an illusion.
Originally, in this urban ruin located outside the real world, there was no clear distinction between day and night, but at this moment, Qingji could clearly feel that night was about to fall.
As the footsteps of night approached, an ominous aura slowly emerged from the sky piled with dark clouds.
It was as if it had awakened from sleep.
The evil and specters hidden above the clouds suddenly opened their crimson eyes, peering down from the gaps in the dark clouds at Qingji, the intruder who didn't belong here.
Countless indistinct, blurry shadows emerged from the shadows of collapsed buildings in the streets and alleys, running aimlessly, as if they were projections from another world.
Something is coming...
And then.
The cloud mass suddenly plummeted towards the ground, as if torn apart by some force, instantly unleashing a torrential downpour.
"Rumble—!"
In the sky, ear-splitting thunder roared, and Qingji's pupils constricted slightly as he gazed at the source of the rain pillars.
Below the endless dark cloud mass, a flicker of fire appeared, despite being enveloped by the heavy rain.
The brilliant crimson color made it impossible to distinguish whether it was blood or fire, or both.
Qingji gazed at the firelight, which seemed like a falling meteor, wrapped in clouds, streaking across the sky, getting closer and closer. His expression grew increasingly solemn, and he gripped the sword in his hand tightly.
"Buzz—!"
Accompanied by a low hum, a radiant light rose from the sword's blade, flowing like liquid. Even the air around the sword seemed affected, suffused with a faint golden mist.
A piercing shriek of air being torn apart came from afar, and the scorching flames roared.
The blazing firelight filled Qingji's eyes. Just as the terrifying ball of fire was about to smash onto the dilapidated rooftop, he saw a figure within the fireball.
So, the sword strike that had been brewing for a long time was unleashed towards the sky.
At the same time, the girl in the firelight also gripped her saber with both hands and chopped downwards vertically.
In an instant, the saber and sword collided. There was no sound, and the entire city seemed to fall into a dead silence.
At the point where the blades collided, an extremely unstable flow of light shimmered, green like wind, red like fire.
Two different streams of light rapidly shattered, spun, and collided, causing a dense mist of dazzling light and shadow to materialize around them.
The swirling mist, like an ever-expanding ring, swept through the jungle of steel and concrete. Towering buildings were cut through and disintegrated like decaying wood.
For a moment, Qingji felt he had the upper hand, slightly suppressing the newcomer.
But immediately after, the girl with the blurred face vanished from her spot without any warning, as if she had evaporated.
The next moment, the muffled sound of flesh being torn came from behind Qingji. He looked down and saw the blade, flickering with flames, tearing through his back and emerging from his chest. Blood slowly dripped from the blade.
"This is... Lingtai Pure Karma?! How can this be?"
Qingji, who had seen the long saber clearly from close range, was overwhelmed with shock for a moment. He twisted his neck with difficulty, wanting to see the face of the person behind him.
Just then, a hand suddenly pressed down on his head.
"Don't look... there's nothing good to see."
Someone said this in his ear, their voice seemingly embellished by some force, making it impossible to grasp any specific characteristics.
The next moment, his vision plunged into darkness.
"Bang—!"
Looking at Qingji, who had fallen to the ground and whose body was gradually turning into a pile of ashes, the girl with hair like fire squatted down, wiped the bloody blade with her sleeve, and muttered to herself.
"This doesn't count as betraying my master and annihilating my ancestors, right? I'm just giving the Ancestor a little extra reminder so he can give that guy some extra special training..."
"Rumble—!"
Before the girl could finish speaking, a bolt of heavenly lightning as thick as a bucket descended from the sky and swept past her side.
...
The girl glanced out of the corner of her eye at her hair, which was floating due to the scattered electricity, and was speechless for a moment.
"This definitely isn't heavenly lightning striking me for betraying my master and annihilating my ancestors, uh, probably not."
She had done too many things that deserved to be struck by heavenly lightning. Sometimes, even she herself couldn't tell which incident had caused her to be struck by lightning.
Finally, the girl watched as the last handful of ashes on the ground was blown away and couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"The Ancestor is really strong... If this wasn't my territory, it wouldn't have been so easy to win!"
"Ah, if only we were born in the same era, I could have let him take the lightning strike for me."
Just like that, the mysterious girl, without Lu Yibei's knowledge, recharged a wave of "beating VIP" for him.
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When Qingji woke up again, the girl who had attacked him was gone.
He sat up, one hand lightly stroking the spot on his chest where he had just been pierced, lost in thought.
As someone who had been in the ground for many years, he knew well what death felt like, and just now, he had experienced it clearly again.
But...
"Didn't die?" Qingji muttered distractedly, and then the scene of him looking down at the blade that had pierced his chest just now flashed through his mind.
He was certain that the saber was another form of Lingtai Pure Karma.
"If it's someone holding Lingtai Pure Karma, they shouldn't be extremely wicked..."
It is said, Lingtai sweeps away right and wrong, the elixir is used to cultivate the primordial Yang Qi. The so-called Lingtai is the heart.
Pure Karma is good karma, meaning a compassionate heart that does not kill, upholding one's nature, and encouraging others to do good.
Therefore, truly evil villains cannot use Lingtai Pure Karma, which has this symbolic meaning. Those with weaker strength might even suffer backlash just by holding it.
"If she didn't want to kill me, then she wanted to tell me something..."
Qingji muttered to himself, a bold idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and then he glanced at the ancient sword beside him, a fierce glint in his eyes.
So, he picked up the sword and stabbed himself in the chest.
And then.
He died again.
After waking up again, touching his unharmed chest, Qingji couldn't help but let out a surprised cheer.
"Yo-ho! This is exciting!"
Immediately after, a cruel and fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
Now I know what that girl wanted to tell me...
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When Lu Yibei was "killed" by Qingji for the 146th time, she could barely exchange three moves with him.
And then.
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After three moves, she welcomed her 147th "death".
On average, once a minute.
She initially picked up a steel pipe and even thought of imitating Qingji's sword style to clash with him for a few rounds, but she quickly realized that the Old man was like a monster. In terms of swordsmanship, he simply didn't give her any chance.
But after dying and dying, she gradually discovered that the places where Qingji pierced her body were different each time, and those places were key points for exerting force.
Furthermore, every time the sword energy was poured into her body, it would cause a small group of muscles to vibrate, making her vibrate along with it, allowing her to personally experience the changes in exertion.
What is professionalism? This is professionalism!
It's just that this method of professional education does seem a bit too rough...
Thus, after hundreds of attempts, Lu Yibei gradually grasped some tricks, discarded the steel rod, returned to her original intention, and focused wholeheartedly on her "survivalist" stat distribution route.
Of course, even so, wanting to fully master it was not a simple matter.
She could only try repeatedly through the simplest and roughest method.
Sacrificing herself.
By constantly sacrificing herself, she observed and learned the purpose and meaning of Qingji's every movement and detail.
And now, having kept records, he had identified a total of eighty-one basic variations in Qingji's movement technique.
As for arranging and combining two or more of these eighty-one basic variations at will, that would require much more time to practice.
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Then, when Lu Yibei woke up from death for the two hundred and seventh time...
"Hoo—hoo—!"
On the rooftop, two figures flashed by quickly, moving with the wind under their feet, stirring up clouds of mist, one chasing, one fleeing.
"Stop!" Qingji roared at Lu Yibei's back, "I'm helping you practice! All you do is run, what kind of practice effect is that?"
"No!" Lu Yibei flatly refused, "Stand still and wait for you to stab me? I'm not stupid!"
Although she couldn't really die, with infinite resurrections like playing a game, the pain was real pain.
If a game company could ever develop a fully immersive game and set the pain level this high, it would definitely not sell.
"Hmph, you wretch!" Qingji snorted coldly, "What's the use of just learning to run away? You'll only truly learn when you've learned to counterattack, understand?"
"You said it!" Lu Yibei responded, her steps pausing slightly. She silently chanted a Spell in her heart, then suddenly turned around, and with a raised hand, a bright white light burst forth from her fingertips.
"Four Beasts Bright Sky Cannon!"
Finding that Qingji couldn't catch up to her in a short time, Lu Yibei felt she was capable again.
Then...
"Pfft—!"
She was stabbed through the back by Qingji. Turning around in astonishment, she heard Qingji behind her say, "Very good, but this move of yours suddenly reminded me that this is the Spell I taught to my son Yu Bo, so unfortunately..."
Facts prove that your Ancestor is still your Ancestor.
Lu Yibei, "..." She had a sentence in her heart that she wanted to say but didn't dare.
...
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Qingji watched Lu Yibei wake up from death once again, and said with some softening in his heart, "How about we take a break?"
"Break what? I won't actually die anyway!" Lu Yibei reached out to Qingji, her eyes stubborn, "Come on, Ancestor, lend a hand! Help me up, I can still sacrifice myself!"
Qingji's eye twitched. He walked forward and pulled Lu Yibei up. Once she had stabilized herself, he counterattacked with a sword strike.
But at that moment, he saw Lu Yibei's figure retreat rapidly, dodging the sword strike. The trajectory and movement did not belong to the movement variations in the Taihe Gentleman Sword Illustration.
In other words, she had actually made changes and innovations based on her own understanding.
Although these changes and innovations were naive and superficial, they were already very encouraging.
After a brief moment of surprise, Qingji's hunting instinct was aroused. He pursued with his sword, adding a few exquisite variations to his strikes. He instantly raised his skill level, which he had been keeping at around fifty percent, to eighty percent. Clouds of mist immediately enveloped the rooftop.
"Pfft—!"
Lu Yibei couldn't dodge the second sword. She was impaled by a single strike and sent flying into the air, exploding like a punctured water balloon.
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Six thirty in the morning.
Lu Yibei was startled awake by the alarm clock, struggling and squirming on the bed as if frightened, her hands frantically searching her body.
After confirming that her body was still intact, she breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could fully recover, she heard Qingji's muffled voice coming from the guitar case beside the bed.
"Why isn't there a resurrection? Could it be that..."
"Oh dear! What shall I do, what shall I do!"
Lu Yibei stared in the direction of the guitar case, hesitated for a moment, then got up, unzipped it, and said to the inside, "Ancestor, don't worry, it's just that it's dawn and I'm awake. I have things to do outside."
"..."
After Lu Yibei finished speaking, the room was quiet for a few seconds, and then she heard Qingji's response.
"That's good, that's good. Waking up early to work is a good thing."
Having received Qingji's response, Lu Yibei then left the rental apartment and ducked into the low-voltage shaft next to the stairwell, only leaving after the sun had fully risen.
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Exactly ten thirty in the morning.
In front of the rental apartment door, Lu Yibei saw Jiang Li, who had disguised herself as Miao Miao Jiang and returned as promised. After opening the door and seeing her attire, Lu Yibei felt completely out of sorts.
A Tiffany blue strapless long dress adorned with large white gauze bows, an exquisite string of pearls around her fair and slender neck, and black to silver gradient sequined crystal high heels that made her figure appear even taller and more graceful.
Lu Yibei looked at Jiang Li, then looked down at her own loose-fitting one-piece pajamas, her mind full of question marks.
What the heck? Why was she wearing a formal dress?
As if reading the confusion in Lu Yibei's eyes, Jiang Li calmly explained, "Didn't you know? The welcome party is a ball attended by all the residents. Of course, you have to dress a bit more formally for a ball."
"You're not planning to go in these pajamas, are you?"
Lu Yibei, "..."
Although Jiang Li said this, Lu Yibei clearly read a different meaning in Jiang Li's eyes.
Jiang Li's eyes seemed to be saying, "I thought you wouldn't mind wearing a pretty little dress!"
What the hell! How could I not mind? I mind a lot! Lu Yibei cursed in her heart.
"Also..." Just as Lu Yibei remained silent, Jiang Li spoke, "Why is your face so pale? Like a dead person."
"Isn't it like a dead person? I died hundreds of times!" Lu Yibei said grumpily.
Hearing this, Jiang Li was silent for a moment, then seriously reminded her, "Play games in moderation."
"This..." Lu Yibei waved her hand, "Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."
After all, that kind of game offered no joy whatsoever, only endless torment.
Lu Yibei muttered inwardly, then said to Jiang Li, "Wait for me here for a moment. I'll go inside and think about how to solve this clothing issue."
With that, she turned around and returned to the bedroom alone. After closing the door, there was a "click!" as she locked it.
After closing the door, Lu Yibei quickly walked to the full-length mirror in the room, patted the sleeve of her Coat, and said, "GKD, Coat, you figure out a way to transform into an outfit that's not so embarrassing and is suitable for a ball. Uh, preferably not a dress!"
"That's right, no dress, this is very important to me!"
"..."
The Coat was silent for a few seconds, processing Lu Yibei's request, then immediately began to rustle and deform according to its understanding.
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Jiang Li sat on the sofa inside the rental apartment, waiting, her eyes gazing out the window in a daze, as if thinking about something.
After a long time, the sound of the bedroom door opening was heard. She looked over and saw Lu Yibei walking out of the room, slightly startled.
She was wearing a form-fitting dark purple tailcoat suit paired with a brown short jacket. The tailoring, which closely followed her body lines, did not hide her figure at all, but instead added a touch of neutral and elegant beauty.
Her long white hair was pinned up, revealing her slender neck, and she had two small mustaches stuck above her lip, obtained from who knows where.
"What kind of bizarre getup is this?" Jiang Li said coldly.
Lu Yibei touched the small mustaches on her lip, bowed slightly, and said seriously, "It's the getup for someone who wants to dance with you!"
"How about it? Beautiful Miss, would you like to dance with me?"
Having Lu Yibei dress in a neutral style to act as Jiang Li's male partner was the solution the Coat came up with.
"..."
After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Li extended her hand with a helpless look in her eyes and gently placed it in Lu Yibei's palm.
