Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night

Ji Li had no idea that Lu Xun had already labeled her in his mind as "a brainless busty babe."

She was still in a rather excited state, because she had caught the hidden meaning in Lu Xun's words—the plump older sister was actually a cultivator!

Ji Li yearned for cultivation immensely. After all, possessing a Magic Sword and a Demonic Art meant she had already obtained an entry ticket.

As long as Lu Xun became her Cauldron, she could begin cultivating.

But she knew full well that this was a road of no return.

If she were not truly burdened by a blood feud, she would never have considered this Demonic Art.

But things were different now. A legendary cultivator was staying at the same inn as her!

Though Murong Yan's image did not quite match Ji Li's idea of a cultivator, no matter her height or build, a cultivator was still a cultivator!

Among martial artists, how many could enter the Dao through martial arts?

Although those who entered the Dao through martial arts were formidable figures in her impression, most martial artists, even if they trained their entire lives, could never be a match for cultivators.

If she were fortunate enough to take a cultivator as her master, then once her cultivation succeeded in the future, she could avenge her parents!

Ji Li could not help straightening her back and lifting her chin, as though her imagination had already begun to run wild.

Looking at her, Lu Xun really wanted to say, "Miss, wake up!"

She had not touched a drop of alcohol, so how had she gotten drunk already?

After a long while, Ji Li finally reacted. "How can you be sure she's a cultivator?"

"Because ever since she visited our room, your sword has become different." Lu Xun was speechless. How had this silly girl still not noticed the change in the Wedding Dress Sword?

"Eh!?" Ji Li hurriedly lowered her head and looked at the Wedding Dress Sword.

Originally, if she circulated the True Qi within her body, she could sense a faint spiritual resonance from the Wedding Dress Sword. But now, it looked just like a piece of Mortal Iron, albeit one with a decent appearance.

Yet she could be certain that it was still the same sword. It merely looked different on the surface.

"It's like... someone cast a concealment spell on it?" she could not help asking.

Lu Xun nodded.

"You noticed it back then?" Ji Li was a little puzzled.

Lu Xun nodded.

"You're amazing!" Ji Li could not help exclaiming.

Affection Points +1...+1...+1...

Lu Xun's mouth twitched. "..."

Looking at Ji Li, he said, "The reason I called you over here to sit for a while was that I wanted to talk to you about this."

He continued, "Cultivation sects are always happy to recruit disciples. Your family background is clean, and your life story is pitiful. Meeting her is an opportunity. There shouldn't be any major problem. The key is whether you possess Cultivation Aptitude."

"You know so much!" Ji Li rested her cheeks in her hands and looked at Lu Xun.

Affection Points +1...+1...+1...

Enough already! Could they not have a proper conversation!?

Getting back to the point, Cultivation Aptitude was an abstruse and mysterious thing on the Tian Chen Continent. But in the game, it was the special attribute known as comprehension.

Lu Xun's comprehension was currently 1, the lowest rank. He had just barely crossed the threshold for cultivation and could follow the legendary useless-trash route.

However, his comprehension could be improved. For natives like Ji Li, unless she encountered some great opportunity in the future, gained immense fortune, and happily received a protagonist template, she would never be able to change her talent for the rest of her life.

Ji Li took a sip of the tea provided by the little teahouse and said to Lu Xun, "Does that mean that as long as I have Cultivation Aptitude, I'll have a good chance of joining an immortal sect?"

Lu Xun nodded. "The possibility is high."

Ji Li's round little face tightened slightly, and she looked a little nervous.

Her talent for martial arts was indeed quite good, but her talent for cultivation... that was impossible to say.

And Lu Xun was only a level 0 alt, so he could not tell anything for now.

Looking at Ji Li's little face, Lu Xun hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but held back.

There were some things he understood clearly. After all, when he had played his alt before, he had come into contact with Murong Yan and learned her true identity.

But he could not tell Ji Li much right now, because he had no way to explain how he knew.

She'll find out when the time comes, Lu Xun thought.

The weather gradually turned colder, and the sky was somewhat overcast.

It had already been late when they entered the city. Now it was nearly dark, and it looked as though it was about to rain.

Quite a few passersby were already hurrying home. Listening to what some of them said, Lu Xun learned that today was actually the Ghost Festival.

The Ghost Festival was also called Seventh Month Half, or the Ghost Festival.

Wei County would probably be rather quiet tonight. Many people would likely stay at home and not go out.

Upon hearing that today was the Ghost Festival, Ji Li lowered her head slightly. Her fingers stroked the Wedding Dress Sword laid across her legs, and her eyes reddened faintly.

She thought of her parents.

For a moment, Lu Xun did not know how to comfort her. Instead, a passage came to mind:

He watched the nurse carry me out of the delivery room. I was crying then, while he was laughing;

I watched him lie down in his coffin. I was crying then, but he no longer responded to me.

Parting forever in life and death had always been something that left people powerless.

"Let's go back," Lu Xun said to Ji Li.

She obediently nodded.

After returning to the inn, Ji Li ate a little something and then shut herself in her room.

It really did begin to rain outside, and it was a torrential downpour with no sign of stopping.

Rarely alone, Lu Xun lay on the bed, listening to the rain as he continued thinking about what path to take next and refining his plans.

Late at night, Lu Xun heard urgent knocking on his door. When he opened it, he saw Ji Li standing there with the Wedding Dress Sword in her arms.

And the Wedding Dress Sword was trembling slightly!

Since it was already a Magic Sword, it possessed spirituality. There had to be a reason for it to suddenly tremble.

Lu Xun was currently only a level 0 alt, while Ji Li was merely a martial artist. Their senses might not even compare to this sword's.

"Something's wrong! Let's go outside and take a look!" Lu Xun said.

He was not afraid of trouble. If the sky fell, the tall people would hold it up first. This inn housed a cultivator, so if anyone had to bear the burden, Murong Yan would bear it first.

After going downstairs, they found the inn silent, while the rain outside was deafening.

Murong Yan alone sat by the entrance, her body blocking half the doorway.

She had initially been somewhat surprised to see Lu Xun and Ji Li come downstairs, but after glancing at the Wedding Dress Sword in Ji Li's hand, Murong Yan understood what was happening.

The rain outside was truly too heavy, and today was the Ghost Festival. It even felt as if the temperature had dropped somewhat.

Lu Xun glanced outside. Because of his special nature, his eyes could see more information. Even though he was still an alt and had not cultivated any techniques, he could see many things ordinary people could not.

He had merely cast a casual glance outside, but now his eyes widened uncontrollably.

He saw an astonishing sight:

—In the torrential rain, a Hundred Ghosts Parade at Night passed by. Someone mingled among them, happier than the ghosts themselves.

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