There's Something Wrong With This Account-Chapter 382 - : 382、【Where is the Sword Cultivator of West State?】

Chapter 382: 382、【Where is the Sword Cultivator of West State?】

“Whoosh—” The wind blew, fluttering the corner of Lu Xun’s clothing.

The sky was filled with a pungent smell of blood, some from the Foreign Race, and some from the cultivators of the Heavenly Dust Continent.

Under normal circumstances, after several instances where Lu Xun had faced hundreds of low-rank Foreign Race combatants alone, they should have been scared of him. But, they weren’t.

They truly behaved like wild beasts in a game, succeeding one another in waves.

Lu Xun would finish off one wave, and another wave would immediately charge forward.

In reality, when two armies clash, once a certain death ratio is achieved, the weaker side would completely collapse.

When Lu Xun was playing games in the past, he didn’t think much about killing monsters, actually hoping they would fearlessly charge forward. But now, everything seemed a bit strange.

Perhaps the bloodthirsty instincts embedded in the Foreign Race’s bloodline and the Blood Pact were factors. However, Lu Xun always felt that the Foreign Race had a strong sense of purpose and a relentless drive to reach their goals.

“It’s as if they’re like silly players who have taken on a quest,” Lu Xun thought to himself.

And their quest was to kill and to destroy!

While killing the Foreign Race, he glanced towards the direction of the West State.

He was not worried about the Eastern Region where the Demon Sect was located, as there were no altars there. The Foreign Race couldn’t get there first. The Demon Sect was probably organizing reinforcements to aid other sects.

Among the seven great sects, only the Demon Sect could afford to provide support far and wide without needing to gatekeep their own territory.

After all, as long as the Sect Master was in the mountain behind, it was enough.

The situation was different for the West State which was closest to Lu Xun. According to his memories from his past life, the situation in the West State was particularly severe.

The extent of its severity ranked its situation among the top throughout the entire Heavenly Dust Continent.

Lu Xun was initially puzzled. The West State had two great Sword Sects; building an altar for the Foreign Race should have been difficult.

After all, those large- and medium-sized altars needed to be built and activated by high-rank Foreign Race, who wouldn’t dare to jump around in front of the Great Sects, as they were too powerful and too conspicuous.

As soon as they entered the West State, they would be detected by divine sense.

Therefore, the majority of the West State should have small altars.

Where did the surplus of Foreign Race within the West State come from then?

Lu Xun could now roughly guess, “I’m afraid there are a large number of altars from ancient times remaining in the West State!”

And these altars might not be destroyed, they might still be usable! freewebnσvel.cѳm

It was all starting to make sense.

“I can only say that the Sword Mountain Elder didn’t choose the location well when establishing the sect,” Lu Xun thought to himself.

Isn’t this the same as building your crystal base next to the enemy’s crystal base?

Therefore, as soon as the current battle situation stabilizes, Lu Xun would rush to the West State to assist.

The Demon Sect disciples and players are like this; when there are no monsters at home, they run around providing support.

Every single one of them acting like a wild king.

“If I remember correctly, in his previous life, Ye Sui’an was seriously injured in the first battle with the Foreign Race, nearly gg, but it was also because of this battle that his strength began to skyrocket.”

“For him, the protagonist of this world, it was this battle that changed him.”

“But… the plot line has already changed considerably, and I wonder what kind of situation Ye Sui’an is in now?” Lu Xun thought to himself.

Even though Ye Sui’an was a bit clingy and stuck to him whenever they met, after a long time, a bit of friendship had developed.

Of course, the prerequisite for this friendship was that there was a problem with Ye Sui’an’s love line. He no longer loved Little Chan, he no longer had any interest in Lu Xun’s sweetheart.

If it were otherwise, Lu Xun would have found him very annoying, and the more he looked at him, the more annoying he would become.

At the same time, Lu Xun was also a little worried about the safety of Dida, the Boundary Monument.

After all, Dida had previously risked her life to save him, thwarting the plans of the Second Priest and descending from the sky to kill Yin Tian’s mount.

Who knows if the foreign race will target it.

“I have to get there early.” Lu Xun thought in his heart.

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In the southern part of the Western State, there is Sword Casting City.

Sword Casting City is one of the major cities in the Western State border. It is rumored that the divine sword of the Sword Mountain Elder was forged here during his years of seclusion.

At that time, Sword Casting City was not yet known by this name; it was merely a small town. It took a millennia to develop and flourish into what it is today.

This place differs from Qingling City of the Demon Sect, which is mostly populated by mortals. Sword Casting City, on the other hand, harbors many cultivators.

This place produces famous swords, from the mortal iron used by the people of the martial world to the magical swords, spirit swords, and even immortal swords used by cultivators!

At the same time, this grand city is also a well-known retirement sanctuary for sword cultivators.

Many sword cultivators who are nearing the end of their lifespan, or for other reasons, choose to retire here.

Having spent their lives accompanied by swords, they find comfort in this grand city where new swords are born every day.

Oh～the aura of these swords is truly exquisite～

It is rumored that the Supreme Elder of One Sword Mountain and Ten Thousand Sword Mountain resides here in obscurity. This is a figure that even Ping Shanhai would have to respectfully address as an uncle if they were to meet.

Consequently, the players of the Western State particularly love hanging around Sword Casting City, hoping to strike it lucky and trigger some hidden plots, or run into some significant figures.

A few days ago, Ye Sui’an arrived at Sword Casting City.

Because his side weapon, the Moon Emperor…… had broken.

Some days back, he ventured out for training and experienced several ordeals. The Moon Emperor Sword could not withstand the heavy burden and broke into two pieces.

He came here to request a Supreme Elder from One Sword Mountain to help him repair the Moon Emperor Sword.

It is rumored that this Supreme Elder is among the top three figures in Artifact Refining today.

This Supreme Elder lives in inconspicuous blacksmith shop, took in three apprentice with no aptitude for cultivation, and taught them a bit about sword-making without imparting any cultivation techniques.

Without a cultivation base, mortals naturally can’t forge magical weapons.

However, under the guidance of this Supreme Elder, the mortal iron forged by these three apprentices became sharp weapons in the martial world, thus their business was always good.

Before Ye Sui’an came here, Ping Shanhai introduced him to the personality of this Supreme Elder.

In the words of Ping Shanhai, this old man was a sword fanatic in his early years, living his life alongside the sword. Even if his lifespan isn’t much and he chooses to retire, he still picked Sword Casting City, the place richest in the aura of swords.

Why did he take in three apprentices then?

Ping Shanhai guessed: first, it gave him something to do; second, sword forging related to swords; third, this Supreme Elder really loves to curse.

The main reason should be the third point.

By taking in a few apprentices, he gets to scold them when he has nothing else to do. How delightful is that?

Ping Shanhai was berated by this old grouch in his early years, and he still deeply remembers it.

His words aren’t dirty, but his breath is rather strong.

Before Ye Sui’an went, Ping Shanhai solemnly patted his shoulder, offering a wave of blessings for his beloved disciple.

After that, Ye Sui’an stayed in Sword Casting City, and was cussed out by the old grouch for ten days.

The old grouch’s name was Wu Shanshui. Seeing Ye Sui’an’s innate sword body, he didn’t know if it was his hands or his mouth itching, but he actually took the initiative to give his cultivation some pointers.

Wu Shanshui had been missing a front tooth since his youth due to getting punched for his sharp tongue. He never cared about fixing it, so as he became stronger and it grew more and more difficult for people to beat him, they could only endure his constant berating with no choice. Because of the missing tooth, his spittle flew more freely. When he rants, it was literally “spraying”.

Ye Sui’an did not know how he had endured these ten days. Even when he slept, he felt as though he could faintly smell the stench of saliva.

Until darkness engulfed the sky, three slender eyes appeared on the horizon.

Until this moment, hordes of foreign races descended on the outskirts of Sword Casting City.

With a flick of Wu Shanshui’s sleeve, both of them disappeared from the backyard of the small blacksmith shop and appeared on the walls of Sword Casting City.

The old man narrowed his eyes, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, and asked, “Are these the so-called foreign races?”

Ye Sui’an’s face was solemn, and he nodded, “The information Elder Lu sent before, it all came true.”

The old man glared at him and said, “Elder Lu, Elder Lu! How many times are you going to mention him in a day? I’m getting calluses on my ears!”

Ye Sui’an flinched from the spittle, and looked into the distance, he drew out the Moon Emperor Sword that was reforged.

Wu Shanshui looked at him unsatisfactorily and said, “What? You’re planning to let an old man like me face thousands of soldiers with you?”

“Um.” Ye Sui’an paused slightly, but did not put down his sword.

“Young man,” said Wu Shanshui, “I ask you, who are you? What is your position?”

“Sword Mountain, Ye Suian.” He answered.

“So do you know, as the only heir of the current Sword Mountain, what should you do?” Wu Shanshui asked.

“Fight to death!” Ye Sui’an was determined.

Then, he was hit on the head.

Having been hit on the back of the head, Ye Sui’an wore a stunned face, not knowing what he had said wrong.

Should he turn and run at this moment?

Wu Shanshui looked at him, the usual disdain in his eyes had softened somewhat, and he said, “Since you are the only heir to Sword Mountain, you are equivalent to the future Sword Path Leader selected by One Sword Mountain and Ten Thousand Sword Mountain…”

Before he finished speaking, he heard Ye Sui’an interject, “The younger generation doesn’t dare, Elder Lu is…uh…”

He was hit on the back of the head again.

Wu Shanshui ignored him and continued, “We sword cultivators, are never afraid of battle. But, as the future leader of Sword Path, and the only heir to the current Sword Mountain, what you should do, is not just rush forward with me, an old man.”

“You should look back and see where we are. You should carefully feel, since you entered Sword Casting City, how many divine senses have lingered on you.”

Ye Sui’an remained silent.

Since he came to Sword Casting City, he had felt numerous divine senses lingering on him from time to time. It seemed unintentional, but they were indeed closely watching him.

Wu Shanshui said they were all old fellows who had retired in Sword Casting City.

Some were sword cultivators of One Sword Mountain and Ten Thousand Sword Mountain, some were not.

In their eyes, Ye Sui’an was like a gifted junior, a top-notch raw jade, one of the figures who could lead sword cultivators in the future, and they couldn’t resist taking a few more glances.

—That was expectation.

These divine senses did not hide, otherwise, Ye Sui’an would not know that there were so many people “peeping” at him.

Wu Shanshui looked at him and shouted sternly, “Kid! You represent the people of Sword Mountain, your words and actions, represent the holy land of the world’s sword cultivators.”

“You have the best resources, you are never short of magical weapons, spirit pills, and cultivation techniques, you have the best masters, who can scold you when you are confused!”

“You have excellent talent, that is the blessing of the world’s Sword Fate on you!”

“Now, with the calamity in front of us, look behind you at Sword Casting City, and think carefully about what you should do!”

When Wu Shanshui finished speaking, he flew into the air, forming a sword mark with both hands. His eighth-stage cultivation base scattered from his body, carrying an invincible momentum.

Ye Sui’an dumbly looked at the Sword Casting City once again.

He knew that this city was inhabited by a large number of sword cultivators.

And at this moment, only he and Wu Shanshui stood at the top of the city.

Did they not sense the foreign races in the distance?

Impossible.

They were waiting for a voice.

They were waiting for this young man, who was yet to mature, to realize the burden and the responsibility he carries.

In the face of catastrophe, sword cultivators also need a leader.

Perhaps at present we have Ping Shanhai, Qian Zhengyi, and the leaders of the two sword sects. They can serve as leaders of the swordsman in the West State.

But what about after that?

These recluses are getting old. Who knows how long they can live.

They want to see this young man at this moment and scrutinize him.

Can he bear that heavy burden?

Does he have the courage to lead the world’s sword cultivators against the calamity?

Is he worthy?

Ye Sui’an stood on the city wall, feeling as if he could hear the sound of sword casting in Sword Casting City.

He seemed to feel the fire in the furnace.

For some reason, he could even think of Lu Xun at this moment.

Like him, Lu Xun also has a unique identity.

They are all young, their cultivation levels are not high, but what has Elder Lu been doing all the way?

It seemed that he had always been leading the disciples of the Demon Sect, and he had always been paving a new path for the world’s sword cultivators.

He holds a high position, and he always has the courage to bear this responsibility.

He never avoids leading others.

And Sword Mountain is the holy land of sword cultivators today, and the West State is the territory of Sword Mountain. Ye Sui’an dares not say that he has the power to command the world’s sword cultivators, but at least in the West State, he really has this power.

He was not just a soldier, he was a general.

He should fight bravely, yes, but first, he should do what he was supposed to do!

“Swoosh-” The Moon Emperor Sword was drawn.

Ye Sui’an held up his longsword, filling the air with sword Qi.

He used his spiritual power and shouted loudly, his voice echoing throughout Sword Casting City:

“I am Ye Sui’an from Sword Mountain!”

“Where are the sword cultivators of the West State!!!”

In an instant, numerous divine senses focused on him, no longer hiding.

They had always been watching him.

“Swoosh–” From the west of the city, the first sound of sword humming was heard.

“Swoosh–” From the south of the city, another sound of sword humming was heard.

For a while, sounds of swords humming echoed throughout Sword Casting City!

Countless sword Qi soared into the sky within Sword Casting City, pointing straight to the high heavens!

An uncountable number of sword Qi merged together, as if out of thin air above Sword Casting City, converging into a long sword rainbow!

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