Then Senior Sister Arrived

In 2050, technology for linking human brains to the internet had fully matured, heralding an era in which human consciousness could freely enter and exit virtual worlds and interact with machines. It caused a tremendous sensation.

As a series of information-processing technologies—supercomputers, optical computers, quantum computers, and more—underwent upgrades and iterations, vast amounts of military technology were declassified for civilian use. Holographic virtual reality games, already popular for quite some time, rode this wave into an explosive boom.

At the time, major powers, eager to display their national strength and promote their respective cultures, unanimously turned their attention to the gaming industry. One holographic game after another emerged, dazzling the eye.

Kyushu World was born against this backdrop. A super map evolved from parameters, breathtaking scenes that did not exist in reality, and, most importantly, the genuine sensation of flying through the heavens and burrowing into the earth rapidly made this fully open holographic game wildly popular.

At first, due to cultural factors, the game was only popular within Asia. But under the lure of massive promotion, countless guilds pouring in, the establishment of professional leagues, equipment trading, prize money, and medals, it gradually squeezed into the gaming markets of the other major continents.

The main reason Kyushu World had fought its way out of the encirclement, crushed all the other bitches, and won the hearts of countless players could be summed up in only two words—real.

It was so lifelike that many players firmly believed this world truly existed and was not merely a massive string of virtual parameters.

Lu Bei was not a professional player. He came from an ordinary family, and the steep price of a Game Pod put it far beyond his reach. He was unable to make holographic gaming a personal hobby.

But he had found a good job. His boss was an amateur player who was terrible at games yet hopelessly addicted, repeatedly getting Pressed to the ground and rubbed raw by other players. Still, his boss stubbornly insisted, "This isn't bad hand coordination. I'm simply too busy with my career, so my attention is divided and my hand speed is slower."

After a brief session of playing on his behalf, his boss suddenly realized that Lu Bei's gaming talent had only been delayed by poverty. Delighted, he handed his account over to Lu Bei and had him do Story Mode quests for him.

And so, Lu Bei spent half of every workday inside the Game Pod.

Truth be told, he was only moderately interested in the game. No matter how real it was, the internet was ultimately not reality. The gap between one's power online and one's helplessness in reality was far too great. Given enough time, even if it did not cause mental illness, it was enough to make someone lose track of their own place in the world.

That was very bad.

Unfortunately, his boss paid too much. Faced with a salary increase and a doubled year-end bonus, Lu Bei chose to wrong himself.

That day, as usual, he entered his boss's office under the envious, jealous, hate-filled gazes of his coworkers. He expertly opened the Game Pod, selected Story Mode, entered Kyushu World, and then...

There was no then. He closed his eyes and opened them again, only to find the world before him even more real.

His boss's account was nowhere to be found. He had logged into an unfamiliar account, and it was even an NPC passerby template.

Unable to go Offline, he tried to call for help, only to discover that the forum section was gray and white. There was not even an official pinned post. It looked even more under maintenance than maintenance itself.

After speaking with another NPC passerby, Lu Bei confirmed that he had transmigrated.

The year was 824 of the Wu Zhou Dynasty, Ning Province, Dongyang County, Langyu County.

The year 824 was the point when Kyushu World entered Open Beta. Yet when Lu Bei had begun playing on behalf of his boss, he had been doing quests in the capital of the Wu Zhou Dynasty, and the version had already updated to 3.0.

In other words, he had not only crossed into another world, but crossed through time as well.

Although Kyushu's time was not synchronized with reality's time, that was not the point. The point was that Lu Bei discovered an old Daoist priest following him.

Those lecherous eyes swept up and down his body, making his skin crawl and instantly snapping him awake from the confusion of transmigration.

"Young man, I see extraordinary bones in you. You are prime material for cultivating immortality, and I just so happen to be short one disciple. How about we make do with each other?"

"Dream on."

The lecherous old Daoist rubbed his hands together with a heh-heh grin as he spoke. For the sake of both his physical and mental safety, Lu Bei left no room to Turn back and firmly refused him.

This was Lu Bei's first meeting with Mo Buxiu, and it had not gone very well for him. Mo Buxiu forcibly dragged him up the mountain and forced him to Visit him as master.

"My head hurts. I'm so hungry. Can I still go back?"

Lu Bei, who had closed his eyes to inspect his Status Panel, Frowned slightly and muttered to himself, "If I can't, What to do from now on? Is this panel serious? Will players really enter the game... This is awful. I never agreed to it, and I'm so hungry."

Having yet to solve his hunger problem, Lu Bei began worrying heavily about his future life. Amid a string of sighs, he once again focused on the Status Panel.

After players entered the game, they could choose Story Mode, Battle Mode, Dungeon Mode, and so on. NPCs had none of that, so there was no need to consider it.

Furthermore, the Status Panel for players and NPCs differed slightly. The NPC version was much simpler and looked rather clean At first glance.

The first-level interface of the information panel was divided into four areas. Lu Bei opened them one by one. Apart from the character screen, the cultivation techniques, wealth, and faction sections were all blank.

"That shouldn't be right. I can understand why the cultivation techniques are blank, but why are wealth and faction blank too?"

Lu Bei found that utterly impossible to understand. Mo Buxiu had passed the position of sect leader of the Feather Transformation Sect to him. Logically speaking, there should at least have been a deed in the wealth interface, while the faction should have shown a default change.

"Could it be that because of my inner resistance, I inherited his estate but didn't inherit it completely?"

Not Understanding why, Lu Bei Turned to the character interface. There were only a few lines. Ignoring the final evaluation, he gained a rough understanding.

First, his attributes did not differ much from those of players. To put it bluntly, they had almost entirely carried over the game's attribute system.

Setting aside equipment requirements and cultivation standards for techniques, strength determined basic attack power; speed determined basic movement and evasion; spirit and endurance determined basic cultivation and health. The ratio for all of them was 1:10.

Of course, there were further subdivisions involved. For example, spirit affected willpower, judgment, and comprehension, while endurance affected defense and stamina. Both also influenced cultivation techniques and skills.

As for charm, it was not the same as looks. It affected interactions with NPCs and also played a huge role within factions.

Of course, if someone was so devastatingly handsome that everyone ignored every other factor, then compared looks to charm, Lu Bei would have nothing to say.

Then there was luck. Lu Bei had never understood that thing. To give the simplest example, with the same account and the same quest, when everything was clearly identical, his chances of getting good equipment drops were simply higher than his boss's.

What did that mean?

His boss was a European noob's opposite, an African chieftain?

In one sense, he certainly was. In another, what equipment could drop was ultimately subject to the official interpretation.

After examining the attributes that totaled 233333, Lu Bei swept his gaze over his level, experience, and cultivation. It was Not Surprising that he had not started from zero. The official forum had once explained that Kyushu World was rich in spiritual energy. As long as something could breathe, Even if it was a pig, it would eventually gain cultivation over time.

If it was lucky, it could even awaken Spiritual Intelligence and become a monster.

But there was one thing: having cultivation was one thing, while it was merely the natural accumulation of spiritual energy Inside the Body. Without genuine, systematic cultivation, a pig with cultivation was only better tasting.

That also explained why Lu Bei had cultivation but was Unable to open the Qiankun Bag. Compared to a pig, he might currently be Slightly inferior in flavor.

"No Main Profession for now. I need someone to guide me. If nothing unexpected happens, that person should be Senior Sister."

A moment later, Lu Bei opened his eyes and casually plucked a foxtail grass stalk, placing it between his lips. "I wonder what Senior Sister's Main Profession is. Lingxiao Sword Sect sounds like Dao Cultivator, but not necessarily. A lot of Demonic Cultivators practice swordsmanship too... Huh, this grass tastes pretty good. Is it because of the spiritual energy?"

By noon, the blazing sun hung overhead, while the cool mountain breeze carried a faint touch of heat.

After continuously chewing foxtail grass, Lu Bei's health had recovered somewhat. He marveled that the Greater Thousand World truly contained all manner of wonders—when there was spiritual energy, one really could do whatever one pleased. Since he did not know when this so-called Senior Sister would arrive, nor whether she would come at all, he decided to try going down the mountain while it was still early.

Whether he succeeded was unimportant. Scouting the route would be good enough.

Just as he reached the front courtyard, at a place that might have been a gate or might have been a courtyard wall, the towering pines welcomed a guest and forest birds suddenly cried out. Lu Bei heard wind behind him and Turned head to look.

Within his Line of sight stood a woman in a white, cinched-waist flowing immortal dress. A pale blue silk sash was tied around her waist, while her dark hair cascaded to her waist without any ornaments, bound only by a strip of white silk.

Her skin was fair, her features radiant, and her exquisitely formed face looked as though it had been painted.

A Fox Spirit? This soon?

Lu Bei Frowned and stepped back half a pace.

Stating the facts and reasoning things out, the girl opposite him looked even younger than he was. If she was the Senior Sister Bai whom Mo Buxiu had said won the title of Lingxiao Sword Sect's foremost disciple thirty years ago, then...

He was definitely cultivating immortality!

No one could stop him!

Seeing Lu Bei's vigilance, the woman's cold expression softened slightly. She introduced herself, "Bai Jin received Uncle-Master Mo's message and came here. Are you Junior Disciple Brother before me?"

"So it's Senior Sister. Senior Sister, you're so white. My name is Lu Bei."

"What?"

"I mean... greetings, Senior Sister Bai. My name is Lu Bei."

After exchanging a few simple words and confirming that she was his Senior Sister rather than a Fox Spirit, Lu Bei awkwardly shook his head. He had personally experienced how spiritual energy in Kyushu World allowed one to do whatever one pleased, yet he still could not shake off his ingrained impressions.

It seemed that he still needed A period of time to adapt as quickly as possible.

Inside the house, Bai Jin stared silently at the wooden box on the table. After a long while, she said, "Junior Disciple Brother Lu, Uncle-Master Mo's message was rushed. Did he leave any final words for you to pass on to me?"

"Mas... he said that Matters concerning my cultivation would have to trouble Senior Sister." Lu Bei thought for a moment before answering.

"Nothing else?"

"Anything else?"

Lu Bei's Expression unchanged, but he muttered inwardly that one must not lack the heart to guard against others. He changed the subject. "He left too quickly. He didn't even have time to say, 'As your master, I shall pass my lifelong cultivation to you.' There really was nothing else."

Bai Jin fell silent. Lu Bei's personality was far more unrestrained than she had imagined. His path of cultivation would likely be much harder than that of others. And there was also Mo Buxiu...

"Junior Disciple Brother Lu, tell me honestly. At the end... did Uncle-Master Mo mention my master?"

"???"

Looking at Bai Jin's sincere, lovely face, a string of question marks floated across Lu Bei's forehead. He probed, "He did mention the Lingxiao Sword Sect, but he only said one thing: if he had not carelessly Severely injured his Sect Leader Senior Brother back then, he definitely would have gone back to take a look before dying."

"So that's how it is. He mentioned it." Bai Jin nodded, then shook her head again.

"Senior Sister Bai, I have something I'm not sure whether I should ask." Having Thought of a certain possibility, Lu Bei felt a great deal of pressure.

"Speak."

Senior Sister had been the Lingxiao Sword Sect's foremost disciple thirty years ago, so how old... how many fragrant years had she lived, and how many years had she cultivated?

Lu Bei had truly wanted to ask that question, but considering it would harm the bond between senior sister and junior brother—mainly because it would harm his body—he decisively buried it in his heart. Carefully, he asked, "Senior Sister Bai, could that injured sect leader possibly have been your honored master?"

"No. That was the sect leader Martial Uncle. There were some misunderstandings between him and Uncle-Master Mo."

Bai Jin turned her head. "As for my master... she is the Sect Leader's Wife."

Lu Bei: "..."

Understands. The relationship was not complicated.

Also, with that connection, his plan to freeload experience at the Lingxiao Sword Sect was dead in the water.

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