Free Web NovelChapter 157: Chapter 149: A Massive Sword-Drawing Cult Scene in the Transmission Hall
(My editor said the new book passed its strong recommendation phase, so I’ve decided to add an extra Chapter. Six Chapters today!)
Lin Qingfeng froze in his tracks.
’What the hell is going on?’
’This... In broad daylight, for all the world to see, what kind of shameful business is he up to?’
’In public, no less! What has the world come to?!’
’This is uncivilized!’
’This is *so* uncivilized!’
’If he gets the air pregnant, who’s it on?’
’The wind’s child?’
Hmm?
’Feng’s child?’
’Emm, that seems about right, doesn’t it?’
He cleared his throat, wanting to remind the guy to be more considerate. ’Can’t you do this sort of thing back in your own thatched hut?’
"Ahem, Mr. Li?"
The figure heard him, its movements paused, and it slowly turned around.
Lin Qingfeng focused his gaze and finally realized that Li Chunfeng wasn’t up to anything sordid, but was instead holding his scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right, frantically performing the actions of Drawing and Sheathing his sword at an incredible speed!
"SHING! CLANG! SHING! CLANG!"
"Oh... he was just drawing his sword. You scared me for a second."
’So it was just a false alarm,’ Lin Qingfeng realized.
Not far away, Su Ling’er also saw this scene.
Her confusion deepened. ’Why did First Senior Brother suddenly show up?’
Wang Xiedi sidled up to Su Ling’er. "Senior Sister, could it be that Feng really obtained some peerless divine technique in the Sword Mound, and the secret lies in constantly drawing his sword?!"
The surrounding disciples disagreed.
"No way, right?"
"For real?"
Su Ling’er was about to shoot a look at the others, warning them to be careful and not speak carelessly, when she saw that Li Chunfeng had already spotted Lin Qingfeng. Not only did he show no trace of embarrassment, his face lit up with ecstatic joy.
"First Senior Brother!"
Li Chunfeng continued the rapid in-and-out motion with his hands as he greeted him cheerfully,
"You’re just in time! Yesterday, I think I... obtained some kind of incredible inheritance in the Sword Mound!"
"Oh?" Lin Qingfeng’s interest was piqued. "What inheritance?"
"I don’t know either!"
"Anyway, it seems that as long as I keep repeating this ’draw and sheathe’ motion, I’ll eventually be able to use a powerful sword technique! And I feel like the faster I draw, the stronger the technique will be!"
"I have a gut feeling about it!"
Lin Qingfeng nodded. ’I see.’
’Oh, so he must have gotten a skill that lets him grind proficiency.’
’Looks like out of these twelve Palus, two somewhat valuable seedlings have finally emerged.’
’One is Dong Changsheng, who obtained a Cultivation Technique on the Asking Dao Ladder, and the other is this mortal who stumbled his way into comprehending a skill.’
’Even though one of them is a mortal, it’s still way better than the other ten unremarkable Palus, who are so featureless I can’t even be bothered to remember their names.’
’At least Su Ling’er and Wang Xiedi are entertaining enough. Scaring the junior sisters can be a fun diversion. But those ten? I can’t be bothered with them at all.’
’It’s enough that the ten Palus can work. It’s already generous I don’t just call them "Palu A" and "Palu B." Asking for their names would be a waste of my time.’
Meanwhile, Su Ling’er, who heard this nonsense, was screaming internally:
’What kind of inheritance is like this?!’
’This is clearly a sign of cultivation deviation!’
However, to her absolute horror, after listening, the First Senior Brother didn’t scold him at all. Instead, he nodded in approval.
"In that case, keep practicing,"
"Faster! Strive to bring glory to the sect as soon as possible!"
Then, he turned to Su Ling’er, striking that familiar pose:
"Su Ling’er, you too! Lead the junior brothers well in their work! Don’t slack off!"
Su Ling’er’s brain completely crashed.
’He... he actually approved?!’
’What kind of shenanigans are these demons up to now?!’
’Can you really comprehend an inheritance just by drawing and sheathing a sword?’
Just as everyone was filled with doubt, a bolt of lightning seemed to flash through the mind of Dong Changsheng, who had been observing in silence.
He understood!
’To think I’d also fallen into a mental trap before!’
’This seemingly absurd, repetitive action—why did even this unfathomable demonic sect’s First Senior Brother approve of it?’
’Isn’t every great success built upon countless boring repetitions?!’
Having figured this out, Dong Changsheng’s gaze instantly became fervent.
"All of you, shut up! Do you see?! This is the difference! You are still doubting, while Mr. Li is already on the right path!"
"What is success?! Success is repetition! It is taking the simplest of tasks and performing it to the extreme!"
"Now, cast aside your pathetic doubts, and feel it with your hearts! Learn from it!"
After speaking, he turned to look at Lin Qingfeng again with a heart full of gratitude.
’It’s all thanks to this demonic sect’s First Senior Brother that I was able to grasp such a profound truth!’
Dong Changsheng’s words also stunned the other disciples. Watching Li Chunfeng, who was now drawing his sword with even more vigor after being "certified" by the First Senior Brother, their doubts began to waver violently.
’Well, what have we got to lose?’
One of the disciples couldn’t hold back any longer and, mimicking Li Chunfeng, began to frantically draw and sheathe his sword!
Seeing this, the others quickly followed suit!
"SHING! CLANG! SHING! CLANG!" "SHING! CLANG! SHING! CLANG!"
However, something even more ridiculous was yet to come.
A few Guixi Sect player disciples who were doing quests nearby saw the undercover disciples’ antics, and their eyes lit up.
"Holy shit! Are they doing some kind of event?"
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"Could be! We’re here anyway, might as well join in the fun!"
And so, under Lin Qingfeng’s dumbfounded gaze, those player disciples also whipped out their swords. Mimicking the undercover disciples, they began frantically CLANGING away, drawing and sheathing. They even activated an auto-action mode and, while at it, started recording a selfie video of the sword-drawing mob.
Other players, getting in on the action, activated "play dead" mode, acting as if they’d been stabbed to death by the standing sword-drawers.
For a moment, the entire Transmission Hall was a scene of carnage (of living people), with the sound of swords being drawn rising and falling. The scene was utterly absurd.
Lin Qingfeng couldn’t be bothered to manage this group of morons.
’What are these people even doing?’
’What are you NPCs practicing for?’
’Did you get an inheritance? Do you have the talent for the Sword Dao? You’re just gonna go for it like this?’
’And you lot, you’re playing dead and taking pictures??’
’I really want to join in too!!!!’
’But I have to break through to the Nascent Soul realm in a bit, so I won’t partake in this group performance art for now.’
However, just as he was about to turn away, a grateful gaze locked onto him.
Lin Qingfeng’s whole body stiffened. He slowly turned his head.
Sure enough, the source of the gaze was none other than Dong Changsheng.
Seeing Lin Qingfeng look his way, Dong Changsheng actually took a step forward and bowed deeply.
"Thank you, First Senior Brother! Changsheng has had an epiphany and now understands your benevolent intentions!"
"So, repetition is the ladder to success! The repeated slaps you gave me last time were precisely to enlighten me! To make me understand that any great success originates from the simplest repetition!"
"Suppression is a form of repetition! Trials are a form of repetition! You were using your actions to lay the very cornerstone of my success!"
"This grace of ’enlightenment’ is something Changsheng will never forget for the rest of his life!!"
Lin Qingfeng listened, his face a mask of utter confusion.
’What the F... What kind of twisted logic is this!’
’As expected of you!’
’You... you actually interpreted me slapping you as me using ’repetition’ to enlighten you?!’
’Fine!’
’Since you love repetition so much!’
’Since you’re so grateful for trials!’
’Then I, your brother, will let you have your fill of repetition today!’
’Let me help you really hammer in that ’cornerstone’!’
Before anyone could react, Lin Qingfeng darted back in front of Dong Changsheng.
"You... you’ve really been enlightened?" he asked, forcing a smile onto his face.
"This junior is completely enlightened!" Dong Changsheng puffed out his chest proudly.
"Very good."
Lin Qingfeng nodded slowly. Then, he raised his hand.
"Since you’ve grasped the true meaning of ’repetition,’ then let your brother help you consolidate it!"
SMACK!!!
A slap even crisper than the last one landed on Dong Changsheng’s cheek, which had just barely started to de-swell.
Dong Changsheng, who had just been "completely enlightened," was once again completely beaten into a daze.
The gratitude in his eyes turned into that familiar bewilderment.
Lin Qingfeng stared into the other’s bewildered eyes and decided it wasn’t enough.
’This guy’s ’gratitude’ and ’success-ology’ brainwashing is too deep!’
"Come! Let us continue to repeat!"
"Let me give you a taste of what’s called success!"
"Let me let you experience what a cornerstone feels like!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Lin Qingfeng let his hands fly, each slap seeming to put Dong Changsheng’s recent "grand theory" into practice.
Finally, the "gratitude," "enlightenment," and "bewilderment" in Dong Changsheng’s eyes vanished once more.
In their place was an uncontrollable wave of humiliation and hatred.
Seeing that look in his eyes, Lin Qingfeng immediately stopped and let out a long sigh of relief.
’Phew... very good!’
’The stress relief effect is doubled!’
’Seeing that look puts my mind at ease!’
Satisfied, he reached out and gently patted the other’s face, which was already swollen and purple.
"Mm, it seems you’ve truly been enlightened this time. This child is teachable."
With that, he finally turned away with peace of mind, habitually adding the line that made Su Ling’er’s scalp tingle to her already-petrified form:
"Remember! Your brother will always be watching you!"
After speaking, he turned and left the Transmission Hall, leaving behind the crowd of morons who were recording, taking pictures, and genuinely believed that drawing their swords was useful, as well as the Celestial Governor’s Profound Companion behind the tree.
...
「Daqian Dynasty, Anhe City.」
After the initial uproar, the common folk returned to their lives of rising with the sun and resting at sunset.
It was just that occasionally, someone would look up in the direction of Qingxu Mountain and mutter in a low voice.
"Speaking of which, Qingxu Temple seems to have gotten a lot quieter recently. We used to see the immortals come down the mountain to make purchases, but I haven’t seen them at all these past few days."
"Yeah, I heard it’s for some kind of secluded cultivation. It’s normal for us mortals not to understand the reasons..."
